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puffywiz · 1 year
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ok thoughts on the new episode,
SPOILER WARNING obviously
although honestly I don't think I'll be saying anything that others haven't already said haaaaa
anyway finally, a chance for morty's new VA to shine, and GOD does he. I love the way Evil Morty talks, idk why but that bored "uh huh" when Rick tries shooting him several times is soooo funny to me. he killed it and so did ian cardoni (the way he screams "I'LL KILL YOU" after slow mobius' death OOOOOUUUU CHILLS)
i honestly did not expect to see Evil Morty again, and even though I'm kinda sad he didn't get the lasting peace away from Rick that he wanted, he is a DELIGHT to see in action!! i love his interactions w Rick, it's so interesting having a Morty that's on par/better than Rick. although I'll be honest....he kinda feels like a Rick himself, especially w the cybernetic augmentations he also has--at least to me. Wonder if that's going to be brought up again later down the line, something about becoming the monster you fight against i LOVE how we got to see his backstory finally, like others have said I'm really happy that he was just a "normal" Morty. his Rick wasn't anything special. he literally was just a Morty who finally got sick of Rick's shit. i loved the reveal too, bc they DID have me going for a sec there, I thought who we were seeing was OUR morty Indiana Jones Rick 💘💘💘😳😳😳😳😳💦 that's all I'm saying on that And ok, DO I think Rick Prime is dead? like ACTUALLY dead? Honestly...yes. At least I hope so. I think it'd be FAR more compelling for Rick to be like "...now what?" and for the show to actually explore and unpack that, over it being like HAHA SURPRISE RICK PRIME'S NOT ~REALLY~ DEAD you know?
Because yeah. He got his revenge, the revenge he's literally been chasing...basically his entire life, like...since his, what, 30s? And it didn't feel good. It didn't fix things, it didn't make him feel better. He feels as empty as he did before and NOW he doesn't even have a goal to strive towards anymore. There's nothing. And I feel like the ending of the episode did a REALLY good job of portraying that just numbness. He probably fantasized about this moment the WHOLE time and it absolutely didn't live up to it. It wasn't glorious or feel liberating, he just ends up covered in blood and feeling more hollow and broken than before. That's just...kinda how trauma is Morty at first hesitating to touch Rick but eventually hugging him anyway was so sweet ;_; Anyway as for the cinematography of the episode itself...absolutely stellar. Great fights, the SCOPE of everything, the backgrounds and settings, it's wild how much this show has popped off with its animation (it's honestly so funny seeing them stitch in clips from Season 1 in there bc the CONTRAST in animation quality is astounding. its like when artists on twitter do the "my art from 10 years ago vs now" comparisons LOL. LITERALLY, SEASON 1 WAS 10 YEARS AGO). The just dead silence as Rick punches Rick Prime to death (only sounds of course being rick talking and punching), the whole exchange that happened during it, how just downright BRUTAL it was, that entire scene was crafted so well, and others have pointed out the significance of Rick literally beating Prime to death with his bare fists instead of using his tech or weapons or anything, which i feel like was definitely on purpose, and i love man this post ended up longer than i anticipated I'M SORRY. THIS EPISODE DESTROYED ME EMOTIONALLY AND I LOVE WHEN THIS SHOW DOES THAT ✌✨ MY BRAIN'S BEEN BUZZING. IF YOU READ ALL THIS RAMBLING THANKS I GUESS HLFDKSJFH
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poppyseedfics · 2 years
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The first kiss hc were so cute 🥺 and well— I was wondering if it's ok to request the same thing but with either Yuta or Shinobu? Thanks in advance!
Oh also! May I be 🍁 anon? If you're still receiving emoji anons ofc
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Jdjfjdjw thank you anon!🥺
Of course that's okay! Coming right up, I hope you enjoy!
And uh... I believe you're the same anon as last time. Sorry it took so long to get to the previous ask, same with this one. If you're not the same one though, my bad, but you'd have to ask for another emoji though
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First kiss HCs
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Yuta Aoi
Your first kiss with Yuta wasn’t actually planned by either of you, it just kind of… happened.
All you wanted to do was pay him back for the prank he pulled on you a week ago, nothing special really. Tease him a little and call it even.
Little did you know that this would end up in a silly prank war between the two of you. Going back and forth paying the other back for whatever prank they pulled this time.
That is until both of you got tired of it. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy pulling pranks on each other, but you missed being with each other. Spending time together, quality time together without having to worry about a thing.
However, not knowing that this feeling was mutual, you both were a little bit on edge with each other, wondering when the other would pull the next move. The next prank.
And how do you fix the kind of awkward atmosphere, you ask? Simple, you just… show him your affection. Though, he might have had the same idea as you. <3
Before you knew it, he had already planted a kiss on your forehead. A simple gesture, but it was all you two needed to let go of your stupid prank war you had going on ;)
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Shinobu Sengoku
Sweet little shinobu, completely head over heels for you. He adores you, he loves you and he wants to be with you.
Thankfully, he doesn’t have to worry about that, since he already got his wish. You two have been together for a while now and none of his feelings have changed during that time.
Though he is a bit worried that you feel as if everything has been going too slow… it’s not that you two don’t do anything together, in fact, you guys seem to be together most of the time enjoying each other’s company.
It’s just that that’s all you seem to be doing, he’s worried that you might get bored of him and leave, which is absolutely not what he wants to happen, he loves you too much for that.
So, he decides that he should try something new, something different. Take the next step in your relationship.
The next time you two are together, he takes you to a quiet spot so it can just be the two of you.
It was then that he started to question himself. What did he actually have planned? What is the next step to take? Did he seriously think that just simply kissing you would solve his own anxiety? He doesn’t even know if you really think things are going too slow or if you'll really get bored of him. How could he be so stupid, all because of his own worries…
Seeing you looking so at peace when you’re with him should’ve said enough, but still made such a stupid assumption, he is so incredibly embarrased.
Even his inner distress reached you, you could see it on his face that something was wrong. You didn’t need to ask, you had a feeling what it was that made him so worried and sorry.
Still, you couldn’t do nothing. To make him feel at ease again, you surprised him by planting a short but sweet kiss on his cheek and said “I love you, Shinobu.”
Oh, how red he turned. He clearly short circuited at that moment, but he eventually came back to his senses. He pulled you in a hug and returned your kindness, he loves you too, more than anything in the world.
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ok here's an idea i've been thinking abt for weeks:
how about an al x reader oneshot where they hug each other for the first time after al got his body back?? reader's been a childhood friend to the elrics and winry and knew about their situation; they're also the kind of person who loves hugs/ giving people hugs and was very sad that al couldn't feel anything and promised to give him the biggest hug once he gets his body back. so when the brothers are finally coming back home, reader sees al from the distance and runs to him and hugs him (basically keeping their promise)
just a fluffy heartwarming reunion and these two being happy to finally feel each other's embrace after so long 🥺🥺
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Combining these two because it was easier for me. also AHH I got one done TT-TT I hope you enjoy it c: Retweets are appreciated ♥️
Biggest Promise
Alphonse Elric x Reader
Ever since you could remember, you’ve shown affection and appreciation via hugs. it didn't matter if it was your parents, teachers, friends, anyone. It’s just who you are and it is a part of you that makes you so special. 
When your family moved to Resembool to live the farm lifestyle when you were around 4, Edward, Alphonse and Winry became your best friends, if not, a second family. You could’ve easily been mistaken as a Rockbell given the fact that you stayed at their house more than your own, especially when your parents left the town to sell sheep wool. 
You were there the night Al came to the house, soul now bound to the suit of armor, carrying a severely wounded Ed. Though you didn’t know much about alchemy or automail, you still rushed to help Winry and Pinako get Ed bandaged and cleaned up, every so often looking over to see Al. His now armored body sat still on the floor, you could've forgotten he was there if he didn’t react to the frantic words about Ed’s condition. 
Then when he started to somewhat explain what happened, your heart desperately ached for him, and learning he could no longer feel anyones warmth, or even eat or sleep. It hurt you to your core that even if you tried to comfort him with a hug, it wouldn't affect him like it would with Edward.
When they briefly came back after Ed became a state alchemist, you, Winry, and Pinako accompanied them when they went to burn down their home. The warmth of the flames wrapped around you, the crackling reminded you of having campfires with the boys and Winry when you all were younger. Though, this time, it only symbolized the boy’s determination to get their bodies back.
 Looking at Winry, you couldn’t help but notice tears have begun streaming down her cheeks, and dripping off of her chin. Later on she would tell you that she cried because Ed refused to, and you couldn’t help but sadly smile at the statement. That was always a quality of his that annoyed her, he had to be strong for Al, and refused to lean on others for support. Before they could leave into the midnight sky, you gathered your thoughts, and turned to them, 
“Alphonse..” you choked out. Pinako and Winry have already begun walking back to their house. “Oh uh, yeah?” He stuttered, stumbling a bit as he turned to face you. His now echoing voice carried into the night. Smiling sadly, you walked a bit closer to him and took his (newly acquired) hands. 
“I promise you, when you two come back, with your bodies, I will be here to give you the biggest hug I physically can.” Now you’ve let the tears fall down your cheeks, but not letting them get in the way of the smile you give to Al. Instead of saying anything, Alphonse tightened his grip on your hands, both silently acknowledging your promise and avoiding having to speak and expose his wavering voice.  
Over the next six years, you would periodically see them when they came back for maintenance, Winry giving you a heads up each and every time and you never failed to talk to Al when Ed was getting his automail fixed up. He rarely explained the situations, going into minor details about Nina and Maes’ deaths, their discoveries about the philosopher's stone, even telling you about the ordeal he went through with Barry the Chopper and how Winry had to set him straight.
You also made sure to never fail sending Ed off with a hug (if he allowed you to at the moment) and reminding Al of your promise. He even once showed you a page in his notebook dedicated to the amount of times you reminded him, saying you owe that many hugs. Winry didn’t hesitate to point out your reddening face. 
Though you did wish to join them sometimes, both he and Ed warned you that it was too dangerous, and that they couldn’t rope you into their messes. You and Winry understood enough to take their advice and hang back, especially after Winry got caught in the middle of it a few times with Scar and the homunculi when she’d go to Ed to repair his automail, you were just thankful to hear that in the end, her and the boys were alright. 
Now, back to the present. You are currently finishing up some work for your parents at your place. Edward and Alphonse are supposed to be coming to the Rockbells today, and just as you and Winry decide to throw a small welcome home party, that's when your parents called and asked you to rush home quickly to take notes of some business.  
Walking up the hill, the Rockbell residence starts to come into view, and you see Winry stand up and dust herself off. Rolling your eyes, you call out to her. “Winry, I seriously leave for a few minutes and have to come back to–” at the sound of your voice, two additional heads that you only now noticed turned to look back at you. And one of them is the reason you lost your train of thought. 
“Hey Y/N! You miss us?!” Hearing Ed's voice only brings your attention to the Elric you’ve been dying to see again for the entirety of your teenage years. The last thing on your mind is to respond to Ed, the only thoughts currently racing through your head are the facts that Al is physically here, in his body. He’s home, and you're only maybe one hundred feet away from the promises you’ve sworn to keep for many many years. 
“Alphonse!” If you were carrying anything, you would have surely dropped it before starting your race to him. You were so dead set on getting to Al, you also managed to miss Ed’s “Wow, missed you too.” comment. After what had seemed like a lifetime, you are finally able to wrap your arms tight around him, head on his shoulder and his on yours, and he sighs as a way of saying he’s happy to finally receive your warmth again. Happy that you never broke your original promise. You’re not surprised that he hugs you back tighter than anyone has hugged you back in a long while. 
“Geez, after all we went through, can you please not break him?” Pulling away from Al, you quickly wiped away your stray tears, laughing at Winry butting in and pulling the two of them away from the most anticipated reunion between the four of you. Hearing his laughter die down as well, you faced Alphonse once more. 
“I’m so happy you’re home. I knew you two could do it.” You once again take his hand in yours, but instead of the cold, gloved metal hand you’ve grown used to holding, it is his, warm and detailed with veins and creases, his lunulas covered by the cuticles. You can’t help but smile, overjoyed with the fact that he’s back. “With the way you’re studying me, I’d think you’re more happy about this than I am.” He jokes, but not pulling his hand away. “Says the one that kept track of how many hugs I owe, sounds like we’re both equally happy, hm?” 
“Oh yeah, that reminds me!” Pulling out his notebook, you let out a laugh, followed by an ‘oh my god, I can’t believe you.’ “You owe a total of 38 now.” And with that, he smiles. “C’mon,” He says, taking your hand this time. “I also have an entire list of foods I’ve wanted to try over the years!”
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Mother does not mean has kids in fandom slang. It’s queer/AAVE slang for a powerful woman you respect
Have you ever considered where it came from, though?
The idea is that 'mother' in fandom refers to someone who is nurturing, who supports the other characters and ... uh ... uh ... is actually pretty fucking 2-dimentional and isn't much more than any other plot device to be used on occasion if you can't find any other way to fix the situation for the REAL characters.
So, great, you've reinvented the trope of walking uterus and emotional dumpster, and because it's not straight white people being the sole users of the trope, it's ok and inclusive and progressive now.
It's ok for female characters to be nurturing, but they need to have more depth than just 'mother', and that's the problem. The characters being described as mother are generally seen as 'good' because they have nothing better to do than bend over backwards for a select few while having zero regard for themselves or any bigger picture. They are not whole person characters.
Maybe it's time to expect more depth in the characters you like, even the female characters. And maybe it's time to accept that bad mothers exist, too, as in 2-dimentional selfish bitches that don't care about anyone.
There's plenty of female characters with depth out there for you to enjoy, so why cling to the badly written ones, the ones with no depth? You don't have to answer me on that. All I ask is you ponder that question and ask yourself why. Perhaps you aren't as supportive of QUALITY writing as you thought. Does this affect your real life? I hope not, but if it does, ponder that, too.
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Capture the Flag//F.W.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader
Warnings: Language, Cedric hate (but like loving hate)
Summary: The big capture the flag game had commenced, and Fred quickly found himself captured and thrown into the other team’s slammer. Little does he know he has a cellmate who’s willing to do whatever it takes to win, even if that means teaming up with a Gryffindor. 
Prompts: Detention/Being Detained with dialogue prompts “oh well fuck me then,” and “half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything”
Word Count: 5.1k
A/N: Day 6 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge --au where there’s no voldemort so Cedric’s alive and let’s say Umbridge never existed--
Fred had almost gotten away with it. If it weren’t for that meddling Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory and his band of stupid cronies. 
“You’ll pay for this, you hear me?” he yelled out, but the handful of boys dragging his body across the grounds just snickered and ignored him. 
“Oh shut it, Fred,” said Cedric, walking in front of the group. “You got caught. Rooky mistake. Now, you get to face time.”
Fred groaned, letting his shoes scuff in the dirt in hopes of slowing the boys down, or at least annoying them. It was his own fault he had ended up in this situation. He had gotten too reckless, trying to take on a group of Ravenclaws all by himself. He should’ve known it would’ve been a trap. 
The official student Capture the Flag game was a tradition amongst all Seventh Years that took place the spring right before they graduated. It was completely student-run, mostly because if the teachers found out they would shut it all down, but that did mean that the students could be as creative and brutal as they wanted. Fred, pioneer of horrible pranks and traps that attacked the opposing team, was a prime target for capture. 
The gang of opponents that had captured Fred was slowing now, having reached their destination. In front of him, Fred saw Hagrid’s hut now painted yellow and blue, the house colors of team one. Hagrid was nowhere to be seen, but Fred figured he probaby would be fine with the vandalism of his hut as long as they cleaned it up once they were done, and with magic that would be fairly easy. 
“Into the slammer,” one Hufflepuff boy snickered, opening the door and throwing Fred in. “We have one guard watching the hut. Any attempted escapes in which you’re caught result in a one hour penalty from the game, but if you manage to escape without notice--”
“I know the rules,” Fred muttered. “My older brother bloody made them 10 years ago.”
Cedric, who had been standing outside the door, smiled wryly. “See you soon, Weasley. I’ll make sure you’re the first to see us carrying your flag back to our home base.”
Fred mouthed along to what Cedric was saying with a mocking expression plastered to his face. “This isn’t over yet Diggory!”
The other boy just snickered before slamming the door shut and locking it from the outside. Fred raced to one of the windows which had been boarded up for the game. He was able to peak out a hole between two of the boards. Cedric and the other boys were making their way back into the forest, whooping and slapping each other’s backs in celebration. The leader of the group spotted Fred watching them, and before he and his friends disappeared into the trees he cupped his hands over his mouth and called back one more thing. 
“Enjoy some one on one time with the other inmate!”
Fred was confused by what Cedric had just said. Other inmate? What could he possibly…
For the first time, Fred actually looked around the small hut and was surprised to see a girl, clothed in black pants and an emerald green top, headband, and facepaint laying down on the couch, feet thrown over the armrest. “Hello.”
He stepped back for a second, hesitant and fearful. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”
You gave him an ‘are-you-stupid’ look before sitting up. “Same as you.”
Fred mentally smacked himself for being so dumb. When deciding which houses were on which teams, the four names were thrown into a hat and then two were pulled out at a time. This year, against the wishes of every single person in both houses, Gryffindor and Slytherin were on the same team, which meant Fred was staring at one of his teammates dressed head to toe in your signature house color. 
Still skeptical, as most Gryffindors were of Slytherins, he sidestepped over to a nearby chair, eyes never leaving you. Your face shone with amusement at his obvious fear, and it only made you all the more confident. Godric how he hated that. 
“I’m not gonna bite, Freddie, you can join me on the couch. It’s much more comfortable than Hagrid’s huge chairs.”
Fred’s face tinted red at the nickname. He couldn’t remember the last time you had spoken to him, much less called him Freddie. It made him slightly uneasy, how comfortable and self-assured you were. It always put him on edge. 
Eventually, after a few moments of silence and pondering, Fred decided that joining you on the couch would be fine. You were teammates after all, and what was the worst you could do to him? He sat down, stretching as far away from you as possible. 
You cocked an eyebrow, scooting closer to him as a test. He flinched away. 
“Bloody hell,” you said, moving back to your original position, “you really are afraid of me aren’t you?”
He didn’t say anything. What could he say? You always made him speechless, for reasons he never understood, heart beating faster whenever you were near. He assumed it was out of fear. You were sorted into the evil house after all. 
“My friends all called it too,” you continued, smiling a dazed smile. “They always said that you would get weird around me, something you never did with anyone else. Am I really that terrifying? Afraid I’m gonna bite you in your sleep?” Your eyes shone as you teased him, and he couldn’t decide if it made him want to relax and talk to you or get the hell out of there immediately. 
You leaned your head toward him again, but this time he didn’t move away. You seemed to study him, looking his face and body up and down as if you were taking mental notes of every part of his person.
“For someone so incredibly loud, you don’t seem to talk much when I’m around.”
“I…” He trailed off, words catching in his throat. 
“Well, that’s gonna have to change if we’re gonna get out of here.” You clapped your hands together and stood up, brushing the dirt off your pants and fixing your ponytail. “What’s the plan, prank man?”
He stared at you dumbfounded, even more so than he was before. You reached out your hands to pull him off the couch and he reluctantly took them, brows still furrowed in confusion. “The plan?”
“There we go, I got ya talking!” You cheered loudly, beaming at your teammate. “And yes, the plan. For how we’re gonna, y’know, get out of here and get the flag and beat all these losers.”
Fred’s throat was suddenly dry. A plan? You expected him to have a plan? What kind? He’d been there for no more than 5 minutes and you were already throwing him back into the game. 
“I...uh, I don’t h-have a plan.” 
You crossed your arms, staring down at him and biting your lip. “Really? You, Fred Weasley, don’t have a plan?”
“Why are you talking to me like we’re friends?” Woah. That came out way harsher than he had wanted it to and he regretted it the moment it left his lips, especially seeing you wince at his blow. You covered it up quickly, face becoming darker with determination. 
“We may not be friends, your words, not mine, but we are teammates. And I don’t know about you, but I like to win, and I’ll be damned if I’m stuck just sitting in here for the rest of the game because you don’t want to be partners with the likes of me. Now are you in, or not?”
He hated how quickly your tone had changed, starting as a warm playful banter and now becoming something hard and defensive. For reasons unknown to him, at that moment he would do anything to see that other side of you again, the poised and bold persona you always made sure everyone saw. But it was never a cocky confident, not how he could be sometimes. Rather, it was just assured. You knew what you wanted and what you were worth and you didn’t let anyone give you shit for anything. He envied you for that quality sometimes. The amount of time and energy he’d put into hiding his insecurities, and here you were being more confident than he could ever pretend to be. 
He realized that you were still waiting for a response. Forgetting his nerves and the butterflies in his stomach that were always there whenever you spoke to him, he sat up straighter and mustered all the charm and confidence he usually carried. “You really think I’d let you win and take all the credit for yourself?”
A smile grew back on your face, one that Fred thought he would give anything to preserve. 
“Alright then Freddie--oh, can I call you Freddie?”
He nodded, shyly at first and then more forceful. “Yeah, but I think this would be more fun with codenames.”
Your eyes grew wide at his suggestion and you started jumping up and down, energy rustling inside you just begging to get out. “Yes!” you almost screamed. “Oh perfect, ok, you can be...Eagle 1. Ooo, I like that. And I’ll be…”
“Why the 1 after it?” Fred asked, interrupting your thoughts. 
“Because it sounds cooler,” you replied immediately. You snapped your fingers. “I’ll be Mantis, like a praying mantis. That’s cool. Ok, sound good?”
“Sounds perfect, Mantis,” he said, holding his hand up for a high five. You had to jump to reach his hand, giggling at the use of the new nickname. 
“Alright, Eagle 1, any observations?”
Fred scanned the room, mind whirling with ideas. His eyes landed on the corner, a brick structure cemented into the wall. “Actually, I think I do have a plan.”
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“This was a very stupid plan!” 
You had to whisper yell so the guard down below, a Ravenclaw girl, couldn’t hear you. You and Fred were currently on the roof of Hagrid’s hut, holding on for dear life and trying not to make a sound. Somehow, against all known laws of physics and magic alike, you had both climbed up the chimney and had failed to be detected so far. 
“Shh,” Fred said, looking around for a way down without being discovered. 
“What’s the next part of the plan?” you hissed, nearly losing you footing on the steep slant of the rooftop. 
Fred looked down sheepishly, glad it was too dark for you to see his ears grow red in embarrassment. “I didn’t think that far yet.”
His admission almost made you fall off the roof. “Oh, well fuck me then! How are we supposed to get down?”
“I’m thinking, I’m thinking! Just give me a minute.”
The hut was small, meaning that the girl who was walking circles around the bottom would do a full lap in about 30 seconds, and they would be visible in 15 no matter where they dropped down, if they could even make the drop without breaking a limb. Plus, the noise would no doubt alert her, and no matter how fast they ran she had her wand and would stun them before they got more than 10 metres away. You and Fred had your wands confiscated, which made this whole ordeal much harder, if not impossible. So the ground was out of the running. 
Fred turned his head to the sky, wishing he had his broom so he could soar over everyone. Over everyone… That was it! 
“Come here.” He grabbed your hand, yanking you away from the chimney and to the edge of the roof. 
“Freddie, if you push me off of this I swear to Salazar that I will--”
He clamped a hand over your mouth, effectively cutting you off. You glared at him but stopped trying to talk when you saw what he was looking at. A group of people wearing blue and yellow were not too far off, and they were heading your direction. If they got any closer they would most definitely see the two of you up there and you would be screwed. 
“Listen to me,” Fred said, quickly and quietly. “See that big branch over there?” Fred pointed at a thick branch that was extended toward the hut, about a metre away from the edge of the roof. “I’m going to throw you onto that--” your eyes widened in surprise “--and then I’m going to jump onto it as well. From there, we take the high road, climbing from branch to branch to make our escape. Understand?” 
Before you could say anything, shouts rained through the air. 
“Look, up there!”
“On the roof!”
“Oh fuck, it’s Fred and Y/N, they’re escaping!”
Wasting not a single second, Fred grabbed you under the armpits and tossed you with all of his might, sending you screaming through the air. You landed harshly on the branch and scrambled to keep your balance. Spells were blasting through the air, barely missing you. Fred took a few steps back in order to get a running start, but right as he was about to jump his foot slipped. 
He pushed off with all his might, hoping against all hope that he would still make it there. A spell raced by him on his left side. This was it. He was about to get caught, again. 
Then, against all odds, something grabbed him. He looked up to see you, legs wrapped around the branch and struggling to keep your balance, both on your hands grasping onto his with all of your strength. It took him a second to realize that you had caught him, but when he did he swung his other arm up to grab the branch, allowing you to hoist him up. 
“Stop them!” He didn’t have time to thank you or celebrate the victory. Still holding his hand, you shuffled toward the trunk of the tree, 
“Follow me,” you said, letting go and crawling out on another branch. You hopped from tree to tree, always finding another large place to grab onto or walk across. You both went as fast as you could without putting yourself in any danger of falling. After what felt like an eternity, you both failed to hear any more shouts or voices. You must have lost them in the thick forest. 
“I think…” Fred said through panting breaths. “I think it’s ok to go down now.”
You nodded, gesturing for him to descend down the tree first. When your feet finally touched the ground you collapsed in exhaustion, arms and legs sprawled out. Fred soon joined you, his head right next to yours as your breaths slowed and went back to normal. 
“That was fucking incredible,” he finally said. You laughed, coughing a bit as you did so, and turned to face him. 
“It was, wasn’t it.”
“I’m serious!” he said, turning on his side. “You were amazing. I thought I was a goner. How’d you catch me?”
You shrugged. “I’m fueled by fury and spite, and there’s nothing I hate more than a cocky Cedric Diggory.”
He laughed, reaching out to rub a hand up and down your shoulder. “You and me both, love.”
His eyes widened at the accidental nickname but you didn’t seem to mind. You just continued to smile before sitting up, leaning back on the palms of your hands. “Alright, love, what’s the next step?”
Even though you said the name in a teasing manner, it didn’t stop Fred’s heart from fluttering in his chest. He shook his head, telling his stupid thoughts to leave and never come back. There were more important things to deal with. 
“Now, we get the flag. We just need to find out where they hid it.”
He stood up, staring out at the expanse of forest surrounding you both in all directions. If he were Cedric, where would he hide the flag? 
“This might take a while. We’ll have to scour the West side, the East has already been checked, but I supposed we’ll have to double check just in case--”
“It’s in the tree by the Black Lake.”
Fred froze in his tracks. You had said it so casually, as if you were just telling him what day of the week it was. 
“What?”
“The Black Lake,” you repeated nonchalantly. “I followed Roger Davies as he made his rounds and he kept going back to the lake, like an alarming amount of times. And when we were being attacked at the hut, the group was definitely coming from that direction. And one of them had birch leaves all over her clothes, and the only birch tree is the one that is right by the lake. I say, who would climb that tree if not to hide something? It’s not tall enough to be a lookout tree and it’s not thick enough to hide anything or anyone bigger than, say, a flag. It’s gotta be there.”
He stared at you with his mouth hung open, completely dumbfounded. For the umpteenth time that night, you made him speechless. 
“You’re fucking insane,” he finally said, rubbing the back of his neck as he continued to stare at you in surprise. “That’s incredible.”
“Thanks,” you said, winking at him. “It’s a gift.”
You reached a hand up to him, asking for him to pull you off the ground. He did so, and you immediately linked both of your arms and started off to your right. He didn’t know how you knew which way the lake was when you were both so deep in the forest, but he decided not to question it. 
The two of you walked in silence for a little bit, you deciding to skip alongside Fred in order to keep up with how fast his long legs carried him. 
“Y’know,” he said, breaking the silence, “you’re a lot more...chipper than I expected you to be. 
Without missing a beat, you rolled your eyes and looked at him. “Why? Cuz I’m an evil Slytherin beant on world domination?” You spoke in an imitation of a dark voice, wiggling your fingers like you would when describing something as spooky. 
“Well, yeah,” Fred admitted, suddenly feeling bad that he had always assumed so much about you that was obviously not true. “You guys don’t have the best reputation, that’s all.”
“Oh and all Gryffindors are superheroes that are meant to save the world?”
“That’s not what I--”
“I know,” you interrupted, “I’m just teasing. I hear it enough anyways that it doesn’t bother me anymore. The people who care will get to know the real me, and those who don’t try just don’t matter.” You shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world and Fred wondered how long it must’ve taken for you to be so content with it, how long you must’ve beaten yourself up for something you couldn’t control until you were finally at peace with just being who you were. 
“I want to care,” he said without thinking. “I mean, I want to get to know you. You’re a lot more fun than I expected you to be.”
You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “And how come you’ve never tried talking to me before? We have gone to school together for, oh I don’t know, 7 years now!”
Although you were just messing around, your words hit hard. He had had classes with you for 7 bloody years and not once had he reached out to you for anything other than when you were assigned together for a project.
“You kind of called it earlier.” He said, making you furrow your brow in confusion. “I was a little bit afraid of you. Well, maybe afraid isn’t the right word. Intimidated, that’s it. You’re just so...I don’t know how to describe it, but you make me feel funny.”
“Funny?” you asked, now more muddled than ever. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t kow,” he repeated. “My heart starts racing and whenever I say things to you my mouth starts to go dry. Hell, half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything! I don’t know if it’s cuz you’re a Slytherin or because you’re absolutely stunning--”
“True true, continue.”
He laughed, leaning in to you as he did so. “And so incredibly humble, it appears.”
“Ah, yes, a trait we both share,” you replied. “It was you who deemed himself the ‘Prankster King’ as well as started the ‘Hogwarts Biggest Hottie’ competition just so you could convince everyone to vote for you, was it not?”
“Yeah, and bloody George won,” Fred grumbled. “We’re identical for fucks sake!”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you beat out George on the attractiveness levels.”
Fred perked up. “So you voted for me then?”
“Actually,” you said, an evil smirk growing on your face, “I voted for Cedric.”
His jaw dropped and you took off running through the forest, crying with laughter as he chased after you. 
“You bloody traitor, I’m the attractive one! Get back here!”
You sprinted through the trees, dodging trunks and ducking beneath branches praying that Fred wouldn’t catch up to you. But before you knew it, you had been tackled to the ground, flipping your body around in the process so you were now pinned beneath Fred, heads facing each other. 
Both of you were still laughing, you wiping tears from your eyes at the chase that had just ensued. 
“Say you were lying,” he demanded. “Say that I’m the most attractive one.”
When you refused, he had to resort to a kind of torture that he only used in the most extreme circumstances. He started tickling you. 
“Ok, ok!” you screamed through your fits of laughter. “You’re the most attractive guy here, I swear it on Salazar himself!”
Finally, his fingers released from your side and you were given a chance to actually breathe. It was then that he realized how close your faces were. Mere centimeters apart. How easy it would be for him to just lean down and capture your lips in his, kissing you with all the breath he had left, letting his hands roam up and down your sides as yours got themselves tangled in his hair. How easy it would be to forget about the whole game and just spend the rest of the night wrapped around each other under the light of the pale moon. He dipped his head down, slowly closing the gap, your voice hitching in your throat as you licked your lips and closed your eyes, their color shining so clearly. 
Fred suddenly sat up. Your eyes. He could see them, and he could see them well. The moonlight was shining just enough to allow him to see the color. Which could only mean…
“We’re here.” Sure enough, Fred had tackled you right at the edge of the forest by the clearing, much brighter than it had been in the forest. You both quickly made to get up, dusting yourselves off and avoiding eye contact as much as possible. 
“Well,” you said, not daring to take your eyes off the birch tree in the distance. “Ready Eagle 1?”
Fred smiled, getting his feet ready to make the fastest sprint of his life. “Ready Mantis. On your mark--”
“No I get to say it! I’m the one who got us here after all,” you argued. 
“Ok but who got us out of the hut?”
“I saved your ass from falling off the damn thing!”
“Well I--”
A branch cracking from behind you broke both of you out of your playful argument. 
Fred looked at you and raised an eyebrow, offering his hand out to you. “Together?”
You took his hand and nodded. “Together.”
Fred squeezed your fingers tightly in his, staring at the target ahead. 
“One..” he said slowly. 
“Two…” you followed, catching a glimpse of a blue and yellow flag at the top of the tree. 
“THREE!” You both sprinted through the clearing, feet carrying you as fast as they could as you raced to your destination. A loud whistle was being blown off to the right and shouts came from the left but you both just ignored them as you kept running. 
A huge body appeared in front of you, almost out of nowhere, wand at the ready. You screamed in surprise and hit the person square in the jaw, sending them stumbling backwards until they tripped and fell back on their ass. 
“Shit, sorry Roger!” you yelled back. Fred swore he could’ve kissed you right then and there. 
You both made it to the base of the tree, not sturdy enough for the both of you. “Give me a boost,” you told Fred. He cupped your foot in his hands and hoisted you up, jumping out of the way just in time to miss a hex coming his direction. Your hands and feet moved as if you were a monkey swinging through vines. You heard grunts and yells from the ground but were too focused on the flag to care. 
With one final push, you grabbed it, yelling triumphantly as you gripped the prize with all your might. All you had to do was get back to your team’s side and victory was yours. 
“Y/N!” You looked down to see Fred standing at the bottom of the tree, two more boys laying on the ground and holding their noses. He must’ve taken them on with no wand and still managed to beat them. Fucking legend. 
“Jump down!”
You were alarmingly high up, something that hadn’t occurred to you until just then. It panicked you to think about jumping. Maybe you could just climb back down? But even as you thought about that you saw more people coming, ready to capture you both again. This was your only chance. 
Clutching the flag with all of your might, you jumped down from the tree, screaming as you free fell through the air. You landed not on the hard ground, but in a pair of strong arms that steadied you and held you bridal style. 
“See, now we’re even. We’ve caught each other.”
“Stop flirting and fucking run Fred!”
He did as told, taking off with you still in his arms, the flag in yours. Even though he was carrying your body his adrenaline still gave him enough energy to run like the wind, just as if not faster than many of the others chasing them. 
Over rocks, through a stream, past so many others who tried to stop him. But he wouldn’t stop. He just kept running and running and running until--
“Fred!” Angelina Johnson and George saw you both in the distance. They grabbed their wands out and hexed those in your pursuit, stopping a Ravenclaw girl just as she was about to hex Fred’s legs. You could see the line you all had drawn shimmering in the distance. More Gryffindors and Slytherins saw the commotion and raced to help, slowing down as many opponents as they could. 
You were 50 metres from the line. 40. 30. 20. 10…
Fred’s legs gave out, a mere 5 metres from the line. Someone had finally hit him with a curse, sending him sprawling out on the ground. You gasped as your body hit the ground, rolling across the grass, closer and closer and--
A firework exploded, then another, and then another. The signifier of victory. You looked up to see what had happened. You were on the ground as well, your right arm laying in front of you with your right wrist and hand over the line. The hand that had been holding the flag. 
“We did it!” You didn’t know who screamed, but whoever started it set a trend of wild cries and yells, whoops of victory and laughter filling the air. Your friends were by your side in a matter of seconds, helping you up and to the other side. 
You stumbled a bit, the reality of what happened finally hitting you. “We won!” You and your friends jumped up and down, hugging each other and screaming as loud as you could. You were bombarded with questions, everyone wondering what happened and how you managed to pull this off. Ignoring them, you looked around for Fred, who was starting to push himself off the ground. 
You dropped the flag and raced over to him, grabbing his arms and putting them on your shoulders to help him balance. 
“This is Mantis calling Eagle 1,” you said, barely audible over the celebration. “We did it. I repeat, we did it.”
Fred looked up, face covered in scratches and bruises, but you guessed you didn’t look much better. “As much as I like the name Eagle 1, I think you should go back to calling me Freddie.”
You laughed, leaning your head into his chest. “Roger that Freddie.”
He removed his hands from you shoulders and moved them to your waist, spinning you around in the air before pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “We fucking did it! Suck it Diggory!”
“Suck it Diggory!” you repeated.
A chorus of ‘suck it Diggory’s reined across the grounds, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike chanting it repeatedly. 
Fred finally lowered you to the ground and rested his forehead against yours. “Go out with me,” he said. “On a date. Go out with me.”
“What, jumping off roofs and out of trees and running for your life through a dark forest doesn’t count as a date already?”
He laughed and closed his eyes, relishing this moment and thinking about how much had happened in just a few hours. “Fine, a second date then. Will you go out with me on a second date?”
You brought your hands up to his mess of hair, twisting a lock in your finger and sending shivers up and down his spine. “Only if you promise that it’ll be even more exciting than the first. Think you can top this?”
“Oh, love, you have no idea what I’m capable of.”
“Try me,” you replied, pulling his head down to yours and sealing your lips together in a kiss. 
All of your friends as well as Fred’s just stared in awe, wondering what the hell happened that suddenly you two were snogging in front of everyone. You’d explain everything in due time, what was the rush? And you’d have to make sure to thank Cedric Diggory for locking the two of you up together. How it had changed everything.
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aarons-main-blog · 3 years
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I changed my mind, and decided to que this up immediately after posting the first one. I won't be home when you see this because I'm attending a funeral, but tell me what you think of it and I will see you when I get home!
Note: this was made on Google docs mobile, so when I get a chance I will actually use tab instead of just paragraphs.
"Wars, you said you knew the area!"
"I thought I did, but this is sure as hell not the same way I remember! Those ruins we passed back there? Those are completely new to me! This forest? I don't even recognize half of these plants! We should have reached a town hours ago!"
"Hey, stop fighting, you two, or-"
The group Link had been following for the last few hours came to a halt as the one with pink-tipped hair argued with the one with a blue scarf. He couldn't tell if they were a threat yet, they just seemed like lost travelers. Then again, that was the main way the Yiga clan tried to trick him. 
Pinky and Wars kept arguing, until finally the smallest one in rainbow colors seemed to snap. "How about we admit it. We are lost, and just happened to find something that reminded Wars of home. It was NOONE's fault, because we ignored the obvious signs something was wrong. Now, we are lost in the middle of a forest, and unless you have an idea of what we should do, then SHUT UP!"
The group all seemed shocked by his outburst, Link and the rainbow included, and once they all seemed to get over it, the kid apologized. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell."
The oldest one, probably the leader, said, "No, it's ok. Today has been a long day, and everyone seems on edge. Perhaps we should set up camp early, does that sound good to everyone?"
The group nodded collectively, and started to set up in the clearing that could barely fit all of them. The one in a green tunic and no pants volunteered for the night's first watch, and while it wouldn't be for a while, they seemed relaxed a bit more by the fact someone was willing to do it. 
Link, who had been hiding a good distance away from them, stood up. He got a stealth potion that would last him a few hours at least ready, then decided he would investigate that night.
As the sun set, an awful smell enveloped the forest. "Legend, what did you do?!"
"I don't know! It was fine a minute ago!"
"It's smoking! How did you burn SOUP of all things?!"
"I didn't burn it, it just got too hot!"
"Because you ****ed up, Legend! That's literally how things burn up!"
"Wind, watch your mouth."
Link had just come back from following the path the group of strangers had taken, looking to see if they dropped anything interesting, when he heard the commotion. It smelled like burning hair or that one shrine he had found with the awful cook. Maybe they were cousins? 
As Link got closer to get a better look, he saw four people standing around a large cooking pot with a brown/green liquid with chunks in it. Pathetic. Are all of them as bad cooks as that one? Link was amazed they had survived however long they had been traveling. 
Pinkey poked the 'soup' with a wooden ladle. "It's still edible, look, the vegetables seem cooked enough."
 "With all due respect, I don't know if I would want to eat that," the kid in a blue shirt said with a grimace. "I don't know if anyone else would either."
The old one took the ladle and used it to try a small sip of what they were calling a soup, and his face scrunched up immediately. 
"Uh, Time?" The blue kid tapped the man's shoulder. 
The man swallowed the drink, coughed, then said, "It is… certainly better than last time."
A few of the others gave their opinions, from encouraging to neutral, before deciding it was better than nothing. 
None of them looked that happy about it.
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After what theoretically could have been called dinner, the one in the green tunic, which Link had identified as being named "Hyrule," started circling around the camp, gradually making them larger and larger before returning close and starting again. Near the middle of the third round, Link drank his stealth potion and snuck into the campsite. 
There was a young adult in tan with a tall belt, there was a boy in blue(wind), there was a kid in rainbow, there was a young adult with a wolf pelt on his shoulders, still on in his sleep for some reason, there was one in red with pink hair tips(legend), and then there was the leader. Link got a good look at him. He had a fancy set of armour, a big sword, a bad eye, but the strangest thing was he had familiar markings covering his face. They were almost the same… 
As the ones Link saw in nearly every mirror, looking right back at himself. 
"Time?"
Link turned towards the voice to see the one called Hyrule looking at him. He had to play this right. "Yes?"
"Oh, thank the goddess. What are you up to?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I was going to see if you wanted off early." This was dangerous. If he realized the real Time was sleeping soundly next to him, he would wake up all the others, and then he'd have eight grumpy travelers armed to the teeth on his trail in seconds. 
"You sure that's ok with you?"
"Yes, get some rest."
"Thanks, Time," the boy said with a smile. "I will."
Link somewhat directed Hyrule towards the opposite side of where Time was. He was extremely lucky the fire was ruining the boy's night vision. 
"Time?"
Link stopped and turned his head a bit. "Yeah?"
There was a pause. "Thank you for being here for us."
Link smiled. "You don't have to mention it," mimicking the somewhat fancy way he had heard Time use words. "Goodnight."
Hyrule mumbled it back, seemingly exhausted from the travel. 
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The next morning, Hyrule woke up feeling well rested. The birds were singing a song only they knew, the trees provided shade from the early morning sun, the wind rustled leaves and bushes softly, and a nice smell emanated from the cooking pot. 
Wait, did someone cook something edible? Hyrule shot up, feeling excited to see what had made someone unlock their inner cook. 
"Hey, mornin, Hyrule!" 
"Goodmorning, Wind! What's cooking?"
Wind was grinning like an idiot. "No idea, but none of us made it, that's for sure! Four woke up and saw it cooking, then woke up the rest of us, except for you and sky. Time says you didn't wake him up for his shift, so we thought you could use some re-"
Hyrule was confused. "Wait, what? Run that by me one more time." 
Wind's grin fell just a little bit, before coming back up. "Four woke up first, saw something was cooking, and woke everyone but you and sky because we thought you must have kept watch the whole night. Is that not what happened?"
"Yeah, Time said he couldn't sleep last night, so he took over the watch early for me."
Time, who had been listening in, said "I think I would know my sleep schedule better than you would. You didn't wake me up last night, and I didn't wake myself up, that's for certain."
"Then who-"
Four hit the pot a few times. "Breakfast is ready, guys!"
The questions could wait. Nobody had had a good meal for at least a week or two, so they were excited to try the mysterious meal.
It. Was. Delicious!
After discussion, it was determined to be a mushroom, meat and rice based meal. The meat used was probably venison, and a high quality type at that. It was served with some mushrooms nobody recognized but everybody loved, and a strange rice they couldn't find an exact comparison of.
Idle conversation was of generally positive things and how beautiful the world was. All of their problems seemed far away, and the day promised to be a great one. As the last of the food was eaten up, and the bowl was starting to be wiped as clean as it would get, Twilight brought up the question on everyone's mind. 
"I wonder who made this for us."
"Maybe it was a ghost!" Wind exclaimed.
"Maybe it was a passing traveler?" Four said at the same time.
Legend laughed. "It was not a ghost, you idiot!"
"You don't know that," Wind huffed. "I met a ghost once, she was nice!"
"You did NOT meet a ghost!"
"Yeah I did!"
"Cut it out you two," Time said with his signature 'stop' look. "Whoever did it, they must have been a nice person. Don't argue about things this good, ok?"
"Ok!" Wind said. Legend just scoffed. 
Nobody noticed the person sitting on top of a tree, fiddling a strange ocarina.
I hope this was ok! I will be the first to admit my writing style isn't the best, but I think this is one of my better works at the moment. Comments and criticism is appreciated, and I may edit this if I find stupid things I want to change/fix. I should be home Friday, probably Thursday afternoon. Anyway, see you next time!
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Yandere! Claude [WMMAP]
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WARNING:  This post contains yandere themes and mentions of other toxic behaviours that can be triggering and uncomfortable to read. So, read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not condone this behaviour irl. And uh, PSA, I haven’t been writing for a long time so its rusty :’) ok thanks. 
Fandom: Who Made Me a Princess 
Pairing: Reader-Insert
No beta, we die like men. 
dedicated to my friend @spiritualotaku​ 
First Meeting 
~ After the betrayal of his brother and his first partner, and then losing Diana, the only time Claude would be able to “love” again is after the black magic he casted upon himself has done its job and erased the memory of his last deceased partner. Even though he had hoped to freeze his heart so he would not be hurt anymore, a part of the spell worked but in a twisted away. So, the next time he does love someone else, his feelings were going to be different than how he may have felt for Penelope and had felt for Diana. 
~ There’s not really a particular scenario to exist that would be a catalyst for his “interest” in you. That would be something that would develop over time, so you would have to be in a position where you interact with him frequently. Nothing like a maid or something because Claude always keeps these types of servant roles at an arm's distance. It would have to be a role where you are able to interact with the Emperor, but not significant enough that he would become aware of you right off the bat. Perhaps you’re the blacksmith responsible for the royal guards’ weapons, or the assistant of the magician who is the healer for the knights; being in an occupation that allows you to have regular interactions with Felix, who is completely trusted by Claude and friendly with you, would allow Claude to have a more favourable first impression of you. 
~In this instance, let’s assume the role of the assistant healer. The royal guard magician healer and you were scheduled to visit to conduct the regular health check ups that happen for the guards. Since Felix was not there, you were told by your senior to go find and do his check ups and they would look after the rest. One of the castle workers guided you to the royal garden where you see your client, and the cold ruthless Emperor he is assigned to protect.  
“Blessings and Glory upon the sun of the Obelian Empire,” you and the maid greet simultaneously bowing, and both Felix and Claude’s gaze shift towards you. Recognition flashes across Felix’s face when he sees you, but the coldness glistening in Claude’s bright blue jeweled eyes is unmatched and new, as a murderous aura starts to radiate off him. You and the maid freeze under his overwhelming terrifying presence. 
“You must not value your life so much if you barge in here however as you please and disrupt my peace,” he said stoically. From the corner of your eyes, you saw the maid beginning to tremble in fear. Along with this, although your face was looking at the ground in order to avoid the Emperor's gaze, you felt a spike of magic from him. You didn’t mean to, but you subconsciously released your own magic output, and put up a defensive shield around you and the maid in case the self-entitled Emperor was going to harm her or you for “disrupting his [poor] peace.”
This, of course did not go unnoticed by Claude who narrowed his eyes at you, wondering how you could be gutsy enough to usher him a challenge like that. Luckily, the situation did not escalate to that point since Felix jumped in. 
“Your Majesty, please don’t harm them. They’re here for me, I had forgotten I am meant to see the magician today. I ask that you do not hold them accountable for this.” 
Claude fixed his cold stare on Felix for a few seconds, who was accustomed to it, so he was able to hold his ground. And then,it was obviously evident that his gaze was fixated on you with the way you felt goosebumps rise at the nape of your neck. 
“I wasn’t aware the magician was a woman,” Claude pointed out, and the way he stated this made it seem like an accusation of some sort because everyone flinched as he had spoken. Felix stepped in front of you and the maid to act as a shield, and addressed Claude with a stern tone. 
“I’m sorry for the trouble that’s been caused for you because of me, Your Majesty. To not be of inconvenience to you anymore, we will excuse ourselves.” Felix bowed, and then led you and the maid out of the garden. You would have breathed out a sigh in relief and thanked Felix, but your breath and your words were stuck in your throat (coronavirus). Because for the entire time until the garden was out of your sight, the cold and intense gaze of the royal jeweled eyes, stayed fixated on you. 
How it happens 
~Although your first meeting with the Emperor had started off with a slight rift to say the least, other employees in the castle had noticed that an odd acquaintanceship had developed between you and Claude. Actually, it was an acquaintanceship in their eyes. In reality, it was completely one-sided because you entertained his whims to stay alive. He was the Emperor who could have your head whenever he wanted, and you were forced by your magician boss to interact with him in hopes that you making a good impression on him would somehow benefit him. 
~Claude’s interest in you had developed from the things he heard about you from the knights. They spoke of how attentive you were to their care each time, and whenever they were suffering from a painful injury, you made sure to numb the area around that injury to reduce their pain as much as possible. They spoke kind words about your humour, and the homemade sweets you always brought with you to give to them once their check up was over; it was a small action, but the thought behind it was really appreciated by the knights. You conversed, informed, and asked for their consent each time before you did something unlike your boss, who just wanted to finish the job as soon as possible. 
Claude also recalled how you had instantly jumped to the defense of that incompetent maid when he had unleashed his mana to intimidate her -- you had done this as if it was second nature to you. You had acted against him and not even paused to consider the consequences you may have faced for going against the Emperor. It intrigued him and he wanted to understand you. Although Obelia’s residents’ quality of life had improved after Claude became the sovereign and reduced the corruption from his father’s and brother’s reign, there were still many greedy and power hungry scum that he had to deal with. For this reason, his desire to approach someone seemingly as kind as you became stronger. 
And so, your regular tea time with Claude commenced. 
Yandere  
~Once Claude develops affection for you, he would have possessive traits as a yandere. He has lost so much already too, to make sure it does not happen again, he would want you to belong solely to him. He would keep you away from everyone else. 
~He will be clingy; there is no respect or regard for any boundaries you set. If he wants to touch you, hug you, and show affection, but you find his touch aversive or ever try to pull away, he will simply ignore you and force you to comply with him. If you struggle too much, he will use a spell that acts a relaxant to cease your thrashing. 
~Although Claude is rather temperamental and threatens people easily, he would have a bit more patience with you. But, he will not hesitate to threaten you if you give him too much trouble. If anything or anyone else tries to hurt you or take you away from him, he will hurt them. Ruthlessly. 
~He keeps you isolated so the chances of someone else trying to steal you away from him are low. However, in any instances you were out in public, he expects you to stick to his side and not initiate or respond to anyone. He expects you to stay quietly and obediently by his side, and let him do the talking for you to keep you fully to himself. 
General things 
~Once your relationship has been there for enough time, he will gift you your own palace. But even before that, he will spoil you lavishly with the most beautiful jewels and clothes he wants to see you in, or think you will look beautiful in. 
~When it is just you and him, he prefers you to wear simple robe dresses that are revealing and easy to access. When he wants to cuddle you, and with any physical intimacy, he enjoys the touch of your warm skin against his own. 
~When he is stressed, he likes you to lay down on your lap and nap while you play with his hair. 
And Claude is a boobs man
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How about Jobin, Daiya, and Fiore?
hiiii bestie i regret to inform you i have a ton of notes on daiya and a shit load of mentally ill moments for jobin so i am SORRY in advance like genuinely i hope it wont get long sdjfsfs
Jobin:
do I like them: yes hes my malewife my boytoy my girlfriend etc also a pitiful freak i love himmmmmm
5 good qualities:
1. genuinely how he cares abt his family he just is sucky at showing it.... ough the family dynamics in part 8 sobs and shakes at a violent pace
2. hes just like a freak (affectionate ofc i love him)
3. constantly like woahhhhh summer time i have no problems and its funny
4. OH MY GOD his uhhhhh his weird hoodie thing i love it.... hes tummy out like most of the time its so good
5. OH OH AND YEAH HIS SHRIMP POSTURE i love that his posture sucks its the representation i want in jojo :)
3 bad qualities:
1. doesnt give mitsuba (or tsurugi tbh) a ton of attention until later on
2. YEAH OK WAIT YEAH his uhhh his golden lambo... literally such a rich kid
3. his past oughhhh i dont wanna think about it
favourite episode/etc: wow beetle arc... but like genuinely its fun i love picking into his little brain and being deranged during it. its also just a fun fight. love to see him being a bit fucked up its funny
otp: uhhh him and mitsuba!! i love them theyre kinda fucked i love itttttt like she serves cunt and hes horrible <3
brotp: uhhh wait yeah yeah him and norisuke... i like how theyre just kinda buddies as well as being father son yk? i think its fun <3
ot3: none yet :)
notp: uh idk any minor w him hes like 30 smth idk his exact age off the top of my head but its gross
best quote: i rly like when he has his little poetry quoting moments and gets SOOOO mad that joshu doesnt finish the poetry its funny... hes so fucked up and funny
head canon: boils his own beetles <3 and finds the process rly relaxing, like he pins them himself and just is like yeah what a way to wind down after a long day of work. also oh my god hes nonbinary as fuck to me.
Daiya:
do I like them: YES MY BESTIE MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
5 good qualities:
1. her outfits omg!! she has such a fun sense of fashion and i love all her little teddy bear hats (she changes them for each outfit!!)
2. she loves prog rock and her little albums in her room are such a cool touch... she has good taste :)
3.OH MY GOD YEAH HOW SHES SO CHEERFUL i think shes just such a good character and shes just like such a nice presence to have around
4. i rly rly like how she and josuke r tbh!! shes just really nice to him and he respects her and their friendship is rly nice :)
5. OMG OMG HOW COULD I FORGET!!! i love how affectionate she is!! shes just like idk a rly bubbly person a lot of the time and just rly good... daiya my bestie!!
3 bad qualities:
1. HOW ARAKI WROTE HERRRR but like the entirety of her first arc was so shitty and it is such an uncomfortable thing to read
2. she didnt get enough screentime </3
3. how araki drew her </3 but like for her actual character no flaws bc i can fix her shitty writing <3
favourite episode/etc: uhhhh honestly none bc they rly kinda treat her bad but when she reunites w her mom its good :)
otp: none shes 16
brotp: HER AND JOSHU ACTUALLY... w them both being young they kinda bond over getting ignored by the rest of their family and i think its cool for like bestie time even tho they dont talk a lot.
ot3: also none!
notp: her and gappy.... guh
best quote: the quote somewhat early on in her first arc about memories and how thats how youre happy in life is by making memories w people you love. genuinely one of my fave jojo quotes of all time <3
head canon: its like established she rly likes bikes... i think she rides her bike to school and listens to music on the way there :)
Fiore:
do I like them: yeah! i feel yk hes my oc i have to but hes like not my fave oc ig? i think it was just bad timing when i got hyperfixated on part 4 then 8 because i havent been able to give him as much attention ig?
5 good qualities:
1. has literally a million hobbies like... no need for it but he sure does anyways
2. he literally powders his hair to hide the stupid little toothpaste dyejob at work
3. GOLDFISH MEMORY TOO OMG like worst memory and his home is coverd in sticky notes to TRY and remember shit (it doesnt work)
4. is like the MOST competitive in the kitchen but is like at most mediocre in the kitchen
5. lies about his top surgery scars being from a bear attack to anyone who asks but changes the circumstances each time just for fun
3 bad qualities:
1. his toothpaste hair... there was noooo need for him to dye it that way but he did
2. does NOT warn people about movies before watching (ask anyone who he asked to watch Cube with him <3)
3. a lil bit overbearing at times
favourite episode/etc: ignoring bc yk, oc!
otp: him n melone!
brotp: uhhh him and em sand-worms oc agnolotti for sure!! theyre friends :)
ot3: none rly! i dont think fiore would wanna be in a poly relationship
notp: uhh idk anyone thats in the rest of LS??
best quote: ive literally never written any dialogue for them sorry </3
head canon: is not allowed to drive due to a near car accident but enjoys being on the back of a motorcycle :)
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Underwater (2020) Fix It Fanfic
Last year, I was commissioned to write a fix it fic for the horror movie Underwater. I had no idea it was a horror movie until after I agreed to write it, lol. I'm a coward at the best of times and writing this gave me nightmares for months. It's 24k words and almost 55 pages long. I rewrote the whole dang movie, lol. The entire fic is on my Patreon, but here are the first 2k words. 
           Norah followed behind Rodrigo as they picked their way carefully through the debris. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her meager clothing long soaked through by water of questionable quality. The tinny, prerecorded voice of the infographics which once lined the walls echoed in the too tight hallways, skipping as sparks crackled along the broken screens. Great slabs of concrete and torn sheets of metal made their progress slow, their flashlights illuminating little more than water. The hallway they were following to CR-7 was far from a direct route, but it was the only one they were both able to traverse, and Norah knew she wasn’t alone in wanting to stick together—not after closing the bulkheads.
           She dismissed that thought. She didn’t have time to think about that. Not when the path before them suddenly stopped, the way forward cut off by a serious cave in.
           “Can we dig through there?” She asked, watching as Rodrigo crouched down and began moving loose bits of rubble.
           He called back, uncertain but willing to try, and Norah began scanning the area for alternate routes. They didn’t have time to double back and find another way. The Kepler wouldn’t last long and every second they wasted not getting to the pods was another second the entire station deteriorated around them.
           She took a chance and put her weight on a ledge above where Rodrigo was digging, shining her light down a narrow passage that might allow them both through. Maybe.
           “Hey,” she called down to her colleague. “I can fit through there if you can.”
           He came up and looked at her discovery, considering the rough looking tunnel.
           Distantly, Norah heard something. A voice. She had to turn her head to catch it, the hearing in her left ear completely gone, but it was there.
           “Hello?” She called out, hope rising in her throat. “Hello? Can you hear that?” She didn’t wait for Rodrigo’s response, leaving him behind as she clambered over derelict ductwork and dodged sharp edges, shining her flashlight on everything as she searched desperately for any sign of life. “Keep talking, I can hear you!”
           She turned her right ear to the ground, tracing the source of the muffled voice to a pile of concrete slabs, the edges sharp against her hands as she began to pull on them with a strength she didn’t know she had. Rodrigo came up beside her, helping to free whoever was trapped underneath. The first thing she saw as they pulled back a layer of rubble was a stuffed rabbit, the furlike fabric covered in grease and who knew what else. She stared at it, confused, for all of two seconds before joy and recognition filled her with renewed vigor.
           “Paul?” Sure enough, as she took the rabbit from upstretched hands, her friend’s face came into view, his eyes clenched shut against the brightness of Rodrigo’s flashlight. She handed the rabbit to Rodrigo, reaching down into the crevice to get better leverage for lifting Paul’s not insignificant weight. With Rodrigo’s help, she pushed back the final slab, revealing the drill worker in all his bare chested glory, his skin coated in dust and grime. His hand held on to hers tightly and she watched as recognition bloomed in his eyes.
           “Norah?”
           “Hi.” She was as breathless as he was, a shaky laugh passing through chattering teeth.
           Paul smiled up at her, squeezing her hand as he laughed right back. “Oh, you sweet, flat chested elven creature.”
           She couldn’t even be mad at him. She was sure she made quite the sight, in her sports bra and sweats, but it was no better than his.
           She watched her friend breathe harshly for a second, lungs taking full advantage of their renewed capacity now that the weight of the debris was no longer crushing his chest. She knew the instant his brain had reoxygenated, because he turned to Rodrigo, a man he’d probably never interacted with before, like Norah, and asked after his rabbit.
           His concern for his little buddy was endearing, though she knew the stuffed toy couldn’t hold a candle to the real Little Paul, alive and waiting seven miles above them on dry land.
           Getting Paul out of the hole was a process, but they did it, the large man standing before them in nothing but a robe, boxers, and one lucky sock. He cradled the rabbit against his chest like a living animal, his attachment to the thing so much stronger after so long down in the deep.
           Norah lead the way back down the hall, flickering blue lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. “There are pods in CR-7,” she explained over her shoulder, the joy she felt at finding her friend alive tempered by a renewed desperation to get out. “The upper decks are collapsing, so we’ve gotta move fast.”
           She pulled herself up onto the ledge, Rodrigo helping her from below. She caught the tail end of Paul’s whining complaint and she rolled her eyes. Leave it to him to find something to complain about during a life or death situation.
           Paul was much larger than either her or Rodrigo, but, as Norah crawled through the cramped tunnel, she was pretty sure he’d be able to fit. She had little trouble scooting through the dark, her movements sending the light from her flashlight in all sorts of disorienting directions. Everything was grey, with the exception of the odd wire or two, exposed copper stinging her wet skin as she brushed up against it. She turned back to look at her two companions, the men clearly having a harder time than she was.
           “You guys ok?”
           “Yeah,” Rodrigo nodded to her, dust clinging to his dark skin. Behind him, Paul grumbled out an affirming expletive.
           Turning back, she immediately recoiled, flashlight dropping from her grasp and teeth clacking loudly in her skull.
           Closing her eyes against the terrifying sight, she called back to the boys. “There’s-there’s someone up here.” She swallowed thickly. “It’s McClellen.”
           Just like that, the high from unburying Paul was gone, replaced by the grim certainty that his survival was nothing short of a miracle and the odds of finding anyone else alive were incredibly slim.
           How many were left alive? How many more would there be if she had waited just a little longer? How many were dead because of her?
           McClellen had no answers for her, blue eyes locked unseeing on something far in the distance. Norah took a shaky breath, bolstering herself as she began to move past the other woman. Their hands touched as she did, the fading warmth she felt deepening the ever growing pit in her stomach.
           If she’d waited, would McClellen still be alive?
           Would Paul be dead?
           Those questions, like all the others, were tossed aside as she resumed the slow journey forward, eyes locked on the darkness ahead of her. There was no telling what waited out there, just beyond the range of her flashlight, but she didn’t have time to lose herself to what ifs and should haves. There were two men behind her, two living, breathing men, and that was enough. It had to be enough.
           The cramped tunnel let out to an open space—another hallway, by the looks of it—and Norah carefully climbed out and set her feet on the ground. The light here was red, a sign that the emergency systems were working, at least, and she could only hope that the way to the escape pods was open. She led the way, following a mental map of the rig as automated voices rang out overhead. Their flashlights reflected off the tall windows which surrounded the evacuation room, the reinforced glass surprisingly intact compared to the wreckage all around it. Norah stumbled over a rogue pipe, her mind going blank as it struggled to put together what she was seeing.
           “Captain?”
           Sparks flew, the display illuminating Captain Lucien’s back where he sat hunched over inside the closed off rotunda. He made no indication that he’d heard her, his head in his hands as he sat alone in the dark. Norah hit the control panel, but he didn’t react to the obnoxious sound it made in protest. Squinting through the glass, her heart sank as she took in the damage surrounding him, the escape pods they’d all put so much hope in clearly no longer an option.
           “Shit.”
           “Shit?” Paul winced as he came over to stand beside her, looking over her shoulder into the dark. “What’s shit?”
           “The evac pods are gone.” Norah tuned out her friend’s frenzied cursing as she pounded on the glass, calling for her Captain. Could he even hear her through the reinforced windows? They were designed to withstand sudden changes in pressure—likely why they were still intact—but did that mean they also blocked out sound?
           The answer was no, they couldn’t, and Norah deflated with relief when Lucien turned around, face lighting up as he recognized first her then the men behind her.
           “Norah,” he called, his voice muffled but still intelligible through the glass as he rushed over. “You’re alive.” He didn’t sound like he believed it, but she could understand the sentiment. “The door’s jammed.”
           Right. Of course, it was. He probably would have left if it wasn’t. Norah quickly moved over to the control panel, mentally apologizing to the machine for hitting it as she tried to find some way to override the lock. Absently, she recognized the Captain giving orders to Paul and Rodrigo, both men rushing to obey, though Paul complained loudly between hissing breaths.
           “On a scale of one to ten, how bad’s my rig?”
           His attempt at humor fell a little flat and Norah looked up at him incredulously as the doors opened. “Uh,” she looked him up and down in the harsh white lights which conveniently decided to turn back on. His left arm was in a sling, miscellaneous bruises and cuts littered across his face. Shit. “Ten. We’re, um, seventy percent compromised—breathe too hard and we’re in trouble.”
           He didn’t appreciate her candor, turning away from her with a grim expression before turning back around and reaching for her face with his good hand, looking at her damaged ear with a grimace.
           “What happened,” she asked through chattering teeth, the two seconds she’d spent standing still reminding her body of how cold it was. “Was it an earthquake?”
           “I don’t know.” That wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “I’m trying to figure it out.”
           She watched, still somewhat dazed, as he pulled a large red med kit out from seemingly nowhere, using his one hand to its full effectiveness as he rummaged through it.
           “I don’t understand.” Her voice forced its way through her tight throat, swallowing only thickening the knot living there. “Why are you still here? There were pods here, you could have left.”
           He gave her a look she was sure he’d leveled on his child a thousand times before. It certainly made her feel like one. “That’s what Captains do.”
           “Who cares?” She couldn’t stop the words or the incredulity which laced them. “You have a kid. You should have gone up.”
           He froze, expression blank as his mouth opened and closed, eyes shut as he tried to find the words to respond to that. Instead, he urged her to sit down, returning to the med kit as though she hadn’t said anything.
           “You know any one of us would have shoved your ass into a pod—.”
           “Listen to me!”
           Norah shut her mouth, staring wide eyed at her Captain as he kneeled in front of her, mouth tense as he glared up at her. His French accent was thicker in his anger, coloring his words as he gestured wildly with his good arm.
           “Everyone is getting out of here alive.” He said it with such conviction, Norah was almost able to believe him. “You here me? I already sent twenty two up, Smith reported seven dead.”
           Warmth spread in her chest at the news that Smith, at least, was still alive. She hadn’t let herself consider any other possibilities but having her old friend’s survival confirmed relieved a tension she hadn’t realized she was carrying. She gave a stuttering report of the dead she and Rodrigo had found before coming across Paul, and she struggled past telling him about McClellen, nonsensical words spilling from her lips—she lived three floors up, I was brushing my teeth, her hands were still warm, I shut the bulkheads on the entire East Wing so there’s definitely more.
           Captain Lucien, to his credit, remained staunchly focused on cleaning her ear, damp gauze coming away from it bloody. Whatever was wrong with it, it stung when he touched it, the pain a welcome reminder that she was alive, only living people could bleed, and a grim one that so many people weren’t.
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🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲
Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.
Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader
Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.
My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis
Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉
“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”
“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.
“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”
“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.
“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.
Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!
Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.
Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!
As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.
*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*
I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.
There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.
Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.
A beautiful purple lingerie set
“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”
Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled
Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!
And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!
I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.
As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.
I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.
“Roman?”
“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”
*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought
“Roman?” I almost yelled
“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.
“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked
“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”
“But I wanted to play now..”
“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.
“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.
“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.
“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.
“Was is this?”
��The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”
I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.
“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”
I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.
“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”
“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.
“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk
“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”
“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”
“Whatever she”
“Or he” he smiled
“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”
“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”
“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled
“We’ll see about that baby girl..”
“Who should start?”
“Please baby, ladies first!”
“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed
Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.
“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!
“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.
I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.
“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.
The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.
“Your turn Reigns”
He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.
“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”
*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!
“Come here baby” He patted his lap
I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.
“Start the countdown kitten”
I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.
“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled
“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed
“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”
I rolled the dice.
“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.
“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled
I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.
I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.
I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.
I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked
“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled
He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice
“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”
“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”
He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.
“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”
“Roman, don’t you dare!”
He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.
“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered
“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”
He reached me and whispered in a low voice.
“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”
I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying
“Start the countdown kitten”
I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.
He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.
Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.
Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say
“Mercy?”
“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination
“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed
“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”
“Well, you can hold it”
“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”
I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered
“Start the timer big dog”
“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless
“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”
He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.
The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.
I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.
The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me
“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”
“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently
“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”
My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.
“Really?”
“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”
I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.
Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.
He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.
I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.
Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.
As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say
“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”
“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled
“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed
“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”
“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”
“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”
He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.
“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”
He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.
“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...
Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.
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fktonofwhatnow · 3 years
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ok hold on. acomaf is my fave book out of the whole series (it's mostly out of emotional value, i read it when i was younger and didn't have a real understanding out trauma and abuse only that i saw a character i loved getting out of a bad situation and getting happy) so obviously i didn't mind feysand being endgame and the development all of the characters had. i can accept tamlin turned out like that is realistic due to his trauma, i can accept feyre had to flee because it wasn't right for her, but the thing is after acofs i see no point to feyre leaving tamlin when rhysand ends up doing everything they told us tamlin was evil and unredeemable for. hiding the risks of her pregnancy, putting on shields on her, having feyre need to compromise over it. i honestly felt so betrayed by that. i'm not saying feyre and tamlin were good for each other, but it doesn't feel worth it to dismiss the potential they had for what we got with feysand.
also, sarah learn to treat "ugly" trauma with respect challenge. no they don't need to learn to physically fight to fight it. no they don't need a love interest to overcome it. yes the behaviors acquired from trauma and abuse aren't pretty but that doesn't mean a person is undeserving of kindness and compassion.
i think i had a point somewhere but i can't get to it. so hope you don't mind my rambling. anyway i loved your meta about tamlin i think he deserves better too
HOLY SHIT THIS ONE IS SO GOOD OK IM SO EXCITED
Bro you are so fine, I'm the one who doesn't make any sense and I totally get what you're trying to say. (Acomaf was actually my favorite book in the series too ngl)
BUT FUCK YEAH LETS TALK ABOUT RHYSAND.
I don't think it's a secret that Rhysand is one of my least favorite characters in media, probably ever? (How do I even put this into words) He is a bad character and to me, laughably so. You know how if you've ever written a character, there's that little phase that's like "what if people don't like this character' and then you're sad for a little bit? That's how Rhysand feels to me. He feels like SJM looked at this character and thought "I can't stand the thought of people not liking this character because I love him so much" and then did everything in her power to make sure we know how great he is.
Idk if this is just me screaming into the void, but I get to this place with my characters where like, especially if they are a little more morally gray or their decisions have negative impacts, I understand that I don't need the audience to like my main character. they can stand on their own, they can own up to what they do and they can grow from it. Thats what a good character does. That's how you keep your audience rooting for them. You gotta knock them over sometimes.
SJm doesn't knock Rhysand over. She doesn't push him to make mistakes, apologize, own up and move on. Rhysand has never made a decision that ended poorly for him. Everything goes the way he wants it to, because SJm wants us to know how cool and great he is. People who are cool and great don't make bad decisions! SJm doesn't let Rhysand fail, and she doesn't let him suffer his own decisions. Everyone else suffers his decisions, not him.
Rhysand's reputation as a good person hinges entirely on the audience liking him and/or thinking he's hot. And then what happens when the audience thinks neither of those things? Ya get a rly long post like this by a lil enby who is mad all the time. Rhysand loses all credibility when you look at him through a critical lens. Not a single thing the man does makes any goddamn sense. Here I thought acosf would give us a different perspective on Feysand and I was desperately hoping that Nesta would tell us what she really sees in them and how people around them really feel, I hoped that SjM would throw us for a loop and tell us that hey, she does know that Feysand are fucking toxic as hell and ruin the lives of people around them and she wants to show us that from an outside perspective but noooOoOOOoOoOOOO...
Instead we get Nesta hating herself because Rhysand told her that she shouldn't tell Feyre that Feyre could uh die in childbirth. Hey what the fuck.
Now I don't actually ship feylin, I kinda always sorta knew, even without spoilers, that it wasn't going to work out. Tamlin isn't sjm's idea of a good partner because he's not charming and witty and dark and handsome ya know? We met Rhysand and I knew that I was going to fucking hate this romance. Which sucks because I found Rhysand so intriguing in the first book. Ngl all the time spent in the spring court was kinda boring and every time Rhysand showed up to throw dead faeries at Tamlin I was like "oooooo" and I wanted to know more about why Tamlin, this awkward, blunt and kinda shy dude had beef with this super duper sly and shady man from another court.
I don't know if I've ever said this before, but SJm doesn't let her love interests grow. Rhysand doesn't change over the course of the story because he was already a good guy and his motives were for Feyre's sake I swear, the same goes for Rowan in TOG. SJm doesn't give Rhysand room to change. She needs to get to the part where they fuck make sure everyone knows that Rhysand is a good guy and actually he was good all along so that we like him more than Tamlin. It backtracks on everything bad Rhysand has ever done because you know... He had a good reason! It's fine!
I know it's probably just because SJm doesn't actually know how to write a good character growth arc but... Like can you imagine if Rhysand stayed the bad guy? Or at least remained the bad guy through acotar and acomaf? And then when Rhysand comes to take Feyre for his bargain it really was only to spite Tamlin? What about Rhysand, taking Feyre to the night court with him once a week every month for a long time, if only to see Tamlin's eyes grow darker and emptier every time he goes, and then he really starts to fall in love with Feyre. He's been a monster all this time, angry and cold and cruel and then he actually starts to fall in love. And then to get Feyre to stay he really does try to change, he stops antagonizing Feyre, he stops throwing dead faeries at Tamlin, and he stops harassing the Spring court. He starts spending genuine quality time with Feyre, he starts to learn about her and all the things she likes and he stops trying to get her to come with him just so Tamlin will be mad. He starts asking her to come with him because he wants to be around her and he prays that someday she'll want to be around him too. What if SJm let him grow.
But nahhhhhh instead we have a character who always knows the right answer to things, and he always knows how to fix every issue, and he is always so innovative and outside the box except that he isn't. We get a character who does the same shit as Tamlin but it's ok because he had a good reason not to tell Feyre that she could very well die in childbirth. Uhhhh don't know what that is but uhhh I know he has his reasons because all he has are his reasons.
It would be so easy to hold a mirror up to Rhysand and say "look at this. Look who you are. Do you not look just like Tamlin right now?"
But nooooooooOoOOOo Rhysand doesn't get to be wrong. Rhysand doesn't get to look like Tamlin because Tamlin is evil and Rhysand is definitely NOT I SWEAR.
But yeah I think the point I'm trying to make is that Sarah thinks so highly of Rhysand that he could never do wrong. He could never be like Tamlin, despite the narrative literally telling us the exact opposite.
Like you said, we lost the potential of what feylin could have been if SJm didn't suddenly decide that her audience needs to love Rhysand as much as she does. I think feylin could have been slow and sweet and a story of true healing and learning about one another. I think it would have been kind and steady and lots of "are you ok"s and "I'm sorry"s and "talk to me"s. Everything about Feysand feels rushed and hard and fast and the rest of the world doesn't have time to catch up. It's fucking exhausting to read it ya know what I'm saying.
(also can we talk about Rhysand like dying and Feyre finding the suriel and learning he's her mate and then instead of being like "k let's put a pin in that and fuckin save his life first" she like throws him around and everyone is like "wtf woman" and she's like I neeD tO Be alOnE these people have no idea how to prioritize)
Truly, I think it's innocent to a degree. There is absolutely no harm in wanting people to like your character. The harm comes when you destroy another character with no reason or explanation other than you want people to like a different character. Villain arc? Completely out of left field. You gotta build to that shit or like... Make it so that when you look back you slap your forehead and yell at a wall "OF FUCKING COURSE I SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT"
anyways, SJm treat "ugly" trauma with respect challenge SECONDED.
WELL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME WEEKS YO WRITE IM HAVING A HARD TIME I know it probably doesn't make any sense I can't find my braincells BUT thanks for the ask @xelly
Tell me all your acotar things I love yo hear them !!
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blackberry-gingham · 3 years
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Your music store au with teacher!John was amazing and gave me an idea for another Beatles!teacher au (This is kinda specific, I hope that’s ok)! There’s a 50’s dance scene in The Karate Kid 2 that I could totally see one of the boys recreating lmao!! Could you write an au where one of the boys surprises the reader by learning that dance and teaches/does the dance with the reader💓
SKSKSKA I JUST WATCHED IT AND THAT WAS LITERALLY PERFECT !!!! 😭😭😭 Oh man, yes that would be amazing!! I saw your other ask and we can for sure fudge the time line a little lmao. Maybe this music store au takes place in the 70s, who knows!
But for this one, I'll do Paul since last time this au was brought up, he got left out to dry lmao. I hope that's alright, and enjoy 💖💖
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The sun beams brightly overhead in a cloudless sky as you make your way to the local music store. Your music blasts pleasantly through your headphones as you do a little shuffle and hop on your trip down the sidewalk.
You've decided to take up singing lessons over at The Beatles', with Paul as your mentor. He's kind, charming, fun, and talented. You feel lucky to have him.
Today is another such day for lessons and as you push into the musty, metallic scented store, you immediately spot Paul hiding away in the office. He's having a chat with John until he notices you coming up behind him.
"Ah, there you are! We'll catch up later John", he waves a quick goodbye, then beckons you on while saying hellos. He speaks quickly as the two of you make small talk, and although you don't know what, you can tell you're in for something fun today.
Paul leads you to the small recording studio in the back. This is usually where the four of them record their own music experiments in their free time, but it's occasionally rented out or used for lessons like today. Paul claps his hands together and warms them up, "Now, today I have a new song for you! It's an older one, but a classic"
He takes a seat at the tuning piano and hits a few notes to set the key of the song. Paul counts it off and launches in to show you how it goes.
You can see why it's a classic, the song has a rollicking rhythm to it and you just can't stand still. While Paul plays you tap your foot and nod along to the beat.
After a bit of noise, Paul turns to check on you and smiles, bouncing along in his seat to the rhythm.
After a moment, he stops playing altogether. He moves as though to say something, then stops as if he's changed his mind. But whatever the case, he decides to go through with it, "You know... I was watching a silly old movie a while ago that had this song in it and there was this one scene where-, well actually, how about I just show you!"
Paul swings his legs around and hops up from the bench, "Here it's, this little swing dance... I've been practicing and, ah! Hold on, I have the record just over there"
In his excitement, he retrieves said record himself and puts it on the turn table. The voice of Bill Haley blares through the crisp speakers in the highest quality money can buy.
"Here, come on!", Paul excitedly beckons you on. Caught up in his energy, you laugh and figure why not as you trot over to him. You've been itching for a dance all day after all.
Paul hesitates for just a moment before he goes to take you in a dance's embrace. However, you help him along by guiding his hand to your hip and taking his other in yours, "I'd imagine we start like this?", you chuckle.
His eyes flick away for but a second, and if you didn't know better you'd almost say he was nervous. But he shakes it off for now and gets a confident grip on you as he starts rock left and right, "Now it's quite high energy, so just try and follow my lead, alright?"
"Got it!", you sway in time and shuffle your feet just as he does.
"Hey, you're quite good! Have you done this before?", He laughs. "Oh, and now... Dip!"
Paul leans way out and supports you as he leans you back. You laugh in surprise, trading it for a yelp as he snaps you back up on the next beat and gives you a spin.
You catch on quick however, and fix your posture to an elegant pirouette. "Good!", Paul exclaims. He catches your hip with the strong palm of his hand and gives you a spin in the other direction before stopping you once more.
The two of you seperate, still facing one another as you snap and jive. There's a gleam in Paul's eye as he holds your gaze that you've only ever seen when he's showing off one of his new songs. He looks so... Alive.
But the song ends all too soon and the dance is forced to end.
"Well I suppose that's that then...", You stand and dust off your clothes, watching a bit sadly as Paul's wonderful smile fades a touch.
"Ahem, right. Sorry, I suppose I got a bit carried away... I'm sure you'll want to be getting on with your lessons!"
"No no, it's alright! I just meant... It seemed like we didn't get to finish"
"Well no actually, we didn't. There's a few more moves I could show you, plus now we have most of the dance worked out..."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's have another go!"
Paul looks surprised at that, "Really?"
You nod and give a little laugh, "Well if you don't, I will!"
That's all he needs to hear before he goes to reset the song. You rush into his arms and he surprises you and intercepts you with an aerial lift and a quick spin. The dance begins again, but this time there's something... More to it.
An intensity and intimacy that wasn't quite there before as you move in unison around the wide open room.
His hot breath intermingling with yours as heat generates between you, heart to heart and eye to eye. You sway and you spin as Paul's hands glide up and down you hips and waist, and when the dizziness starts to over take you, you're not sure if it's from the dance or your partner.
At last the song ends and you come rest against Paul's forearm and thigh as he gently suspends you in a dip. He pulls you up slowly, a few beads of sweat doting his forehead, and breathlessly he whispers, "Wow..."
"That was... Wonderful!", you nearly fall over from the rush. Paul catches you, just to be safe.
"I uh-", he huffs a chuckle.
You straighten up and Paul is just an inch away... He licks lips with just the tip of his tounge, his eyes darting from yours, down, and up again, "Ahem, I'm... glad..."
With each word he cleans in closer and closer, and after all the time excitement. After all dancing and dipping. After the longing your heart didn't even know it was harboring... Your lips meet in the middle for a tender kiss.
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kjack89 · 3 years
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Personal Gain (Chapter 2/?)
Modern magic AU, developing E/R and Courferre. Read Chapter 1 here (or read on AO3).
Courfeyrac waved an impatient hand as he opened his apartment door, like he was swatting an annoying bug away from him. In reality, he was clearing the warding spell he’d placed on his door and windows when he moved in. 
The spell wasn’t designed to keep anyone out – he had nothing worth stealing in his apartment, and his tendency to let his less fortunate friends crash at his place made such a spell impractical, but he liked to know who went into his apartment when he was gone. 
“Anyone exciting?” Combeferre asked dryly from behind him, and Courfeyrac shook his head.
“Nope, just Pontmercy, but a few days old.”
He wandered toward his bedroom, mentally sorting through his best options for dealing with Enjolras and Grantaire situation as Combeferre settled in his usual spot on the couch. “Are you getting the grimoire?”
“You mean the Book of Shadows?” Courfeyrac called from his bedroom, and even though he couldn’t see him, he could practically hear Combeferre scowl.
“You stole that from Charmed,” Combeferre called back, and Courfeyrac reemerged, clutching his family’s grimoire and grinning.
“Yeah, but it’s my grimoire so I can call it whatever I want.” He set the book down on the coffee table with a satisfying thud before sitting down next to Combeferre. “Besides, Charmed was a formative TV show in my troubled youth.”
Combeferre snorted lightly. “Yeah, I’ll bet it was.” He sat forward. “So what are you thinking exactly? Is there a spell for love?”
Courfeyrac flipped through the grimoire and shook his head. “No, it’s one of those things that magic isn’t really able to replicate exactly. There are spells for lust, for attraction, fidelity, and so on.”
“And which exactly are you thinking of?” Combeferre asked, sounding equal parts curious and skeptical.
Courfeyrac grinned as he found the page he was looking for. “Attraction spell,” he said proudly, turning the grimoire to show Combeferre. “The same one I used on Marius.”
Combeferre frowned. “Ok, but that didn’t exactly work out the way you intended it to.”
Courfeyrac rolled his eyes and turned the book back. “And that had absolutely nothing to do with the spell,” he huffed. “It did exactly what it was supposed to do! It brought the person who owned the handkerchief to Marius.”
“And that person was a fifty-year-old man.”
“So there was a minor issue,” Courfeyrac said dismissively. “But that won’t happen this time because we won’t be relying on Marius to provide an item that actually belongs to the object of his affection and not just something he picked up off the street.”
Combeferre laughed lightly. “Fair point,” he allowed. “But it’s not like Enjolras and Grantaire need to find each other. They see each other almost every day.”
Courfeyrac frowned. “I guess that’s true…” he said reluctantly, before he immediately brightened. “Wait, that’s it. Combeferre, you’re a genius!”
He immediately flipped through the grimoire and Combeferre raised an eyebrow at him. “Normally I’d just take the compliment for what it is, but, uh, in this case I don’t know why you think I’m a genius.”
“They see each other,” Courfeyrac said, stopping his frantic flipping to point triumphantly at a page. “And this will make sure that when they see each other, that’s all they see!”
Combeferre grabbed the grimoire, setting it in his lap and adjusting his glasses before reading out loud, “Focus Spell. Traditionally used in battle to distract one’s enemies—” He broke off and looked up at Courfeyrac. “Really?”
Courfeyrac rolled his eyes. “Keep reading,” he ordered.
Still looking skeptical, Combeferre looked back down at the grimoire. “—the more common modern usage of the Focus Spell is to keep a partner’s wandering eye fixed where it should be. When the recipient of the spell sees their beloved, the rest of the world will fade, keeping their focus on their partner.” Again he looked up at Courfeyrac. “Seeing as how they’re not together, I don’t really see how a spell to stop one from cheating will help.”
Courfeyrac scowled and snatched the grimoire back, taking it into the kitchen where he started rifling through one of his cupboards. “That’s because you lack imagination,” he said. “But if I cast this spell on both of them, the only thing they’ll able to focus on is each other. Meaning there won’t be anything with the Cause to distract Enjolras, or—” He paused. “—Or, well, whatever it is that Grantaire focuses on.”
Combeferre joined Courfeyrac in the kitchen, watching as he picked a number of herbs out of the cupboard, and Courfeyrac glanced over at him and sighed. “Look, worse comes to worst, the spell only lasts a couple of hours, so what’s the worst that could happen?”
“I can think of several things,” Combeferre said sourly. “But what I can’t think of is anything that will actually stop you, so.”
“So then be a dear and grind this licorice root for me,” Courfeyrac said sweetly, handing over a mortar and pestle.
Combeferre took the mortar and pestle, wrinkling his nose as the strong licorice smell as he started grinding the roots. “How are we going to convince them to eat this?”
Courfeyrac shook his head, measuring out powdered skullcap with a practiced eye. “We won’t be,” he said cheerfully. “We’re going to blow it directly into their eyes.”
Combeferre stopped grinding. “We’re going to what?”
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“This is a terrible idea,” Combeferre hissed to Courfeyrac, who was beaming and bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. 
“This is a great idea and you know it,” he said confidently. “Now shh, here comes Grantaire.”
Grantaire spilled into the backroom of the Musain with Joly and Bossuet, all three laughing, though Joly and Bossuet at least tried to stifle it when they saw Combeferre and Courfeyrac. Grantaire made no such attempt, just arching an eyebrow at them, his grin not fading. “What is this, a welcome party?” he asked.
Combeferre gave Courfeyrac a look but Courfeyrac ignored him. “Actually, yes, because I’m in the mood for a drink and Combeferre is terrible drinking company.”
“Hey now,” Combeferre said, insulted, but Grantaire just laughed.
“You’re not wrong,” he said, leading the way to the usual table he shared with Joly and Bossuet. “It’s the judge-y thing, right?”
“Actually, the judge-y thing normally works for me, but—”
“I can hear you, you know,” Combeferre called as he stalked back to his normal position at the front of the room.
Grantaire passed a beer bottle to Courfeyrac, who took a sip before looking down at it, confused. “Wait, where did this—”
“Don’t worry, I always bring extras,” Grantaire said, grinning as he pulled a second beer bottle from the pocket of his hoodie. 
Courfeyrac shook his head and held the beer up. “Well, cheers,” he said, and Grantaire leaned in, clinking his bottle against Courfeyrac.
“Cheers.”
He started to sit back in his seat but Courfeyrac grabbed his arm, holding him in place. “Hang on a second, you’ve got something on your cheek—” He leaned in close, pretending to pick something off of Grantaire’s cheek before blowing lightly on the powder he’d just put there instead.
Grantaire blinked a few times, his eyes looking suddenly unfocused for a moment. “Did you get it?” he asked.
“Eyelash,” Courfeyrac confirmed with a nod. 
Grantaire blinked a few more times, draining half his beer in one large gulp before rejoining Joly and Bossuet in whatever conversation they had been having before. For his part, Courfeyrac just sat back in his seat, nursing his beer and waiting for the spell to take effect.
He didn’t have to wait long. Not even a minute later, Grantaire blinked again and shook his head before reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose. It was enough to stop Joly mid-sentence to instead frown at him. “Is everything ok?” he asked, slipping automatically into his doctor voice.
Grantaire shook his head again. “No, something’s wrong with my eyes,” he said, squinting over at the as Feuilly and Bahorel made their way in. “Everything’s all...blurry.”
“Maybe you need glasses?” Bossuet suggested.
Joly looked pointedly at the beer in Grantaire’s hand. “Or maybe you just need to stop emptying glasses.”
“Clever,” Grantaire said sourly, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “Damnit, I hope I don’t need glasses, that was the one thing I had going for me.”
“Your most winning quality, truly,” Bossuet said solemnly. “I’m certain you have your perfect eyesight listed in your grindr profile.”
“Shut up,” Grantaire said, but he was laughing. He glanced over at Joly, who was on his phone. “You’re googling eye problems, aren’t you?”
Joly immediately put his phone down. “No,” he said, before biting his lip and then blurting, “But it could be macular degeneration, or cataracts, or—”
“Or it could be something that another drink will solve,” Grantaire said, draining his beer and standing. “See, this is why I always bring extras—”
He broke off as Enjolras strode into the room, tugging his scarf irritably as he made his way over to where Combeferre was sitting. Grantaire tracked him with his eyes, his mouth hanging open just slightly. When Enjolras slid into his seat next to Combeferre, Grantaire slowly sank back into his seat as well, his eyes not leaving Enjolras.
“Earth to Grantaire,” Bossuet said, snapping his fingers loudly next to Grantaire’s ear. “Were you getting another drink or what?”
“Huh?” Grantaire said, blinking before looking over at him. “Oh, uh, I guess not—”
Joly snorted. “Ok, I’m definitely going back to my original assessment that you do not need another drink. I’m cutting you off.”
“I’ve barely had anything,” Grantaire started, but his protest seemed almost distracted as he instead stared at Enjolras again. 
Courfeyrac tried not to grin as he took one more sip of beer before sliding it back across the table to Grantaire. “You can finish mine,” he said innocently. “Duty calls.”
He headed over to Combeferre and Enjolras, pausing to whisper in Combeferre’s ear, “One down, one to go.”
He made as if to walk past him, but Combeferre grabbed his wrist, holding him in place. “I don’t know about this,” he said in an undertone. “Enjolras seems like he’s in a mood.”
“Enjolras is always in a mood,” Courfeyrac whispered. “Besides—”
“Something I can help you both with?” Enjolras asked, sounding more amused than irritated, and Courfeyrac straightened. 
“A little secret never hurt anyone,” he said with a wink.
Enjolras raised an eyebrow and glanced between the two of them. “Sure,” he said, and Combeferre cleared his throat.
“Actually, I’ve got something I want to show you,” he said, pointing at a passage in the printed copy of a news article he was ostensibly reading.
As soon as Enjolras bent over the paper, Combeferre blew on it, causing the spelled herbs to blow into Enjolras’s eyes. Enjolras winced and jerked back. “Everything ok?” Courfeyrac asked as Enjolras frowned, rubbing his eyes.
“Got something in my contacts,” Enjolras said, blinking several times as if to clear them, then looked back at Combeferre expectantly. “Now what were you trying to show me?”
“You know what, it’ll wait until after the meeting,” Combeferre told him before giving Courfeyrac a pointed look, one that Courfeyrac knew all too well, and he meekly sat down next to Combeferre.
As Enjolras called the meeting to order, Combeferre leaned over to hiss at Courfeyrac, “Please tell me that you didn’t forget that Enjolras wore contacts.”
Courfeyrac winced. “I may have forgotten that Enjolras wears contacts.”
“And let me guess, the spell needs to actually touch his eyes to work?”
Courfeyrac watched Enjolras in silence for a long moment, but when Enjolras showed absolutely none of the signs Grantaire had, he sighed and looked over at Combeferre. “That certainly appears to be the case.”
Combeferre exhaled sharply. “Meaning this entire absurd charade was for nothing.”
“Not for nothing!” Courfeyrac protested. “We’ve confirmed that Grantaire definitely has feelings for Enjolras.”
Combeferre gave him a look. “Was that somehow in doubt for you?”
Courfeyrac shrugged. “No, but confirmation is nice. Besides…” He trailed off, nodding over at Grantaire. “Just look at him.”
Grantaire’s chin was propped in his hand as he watched Enjolras talk, a slightly dreamy expression on his face, as if Enjolras was the only thing in the world that seemed to matter to him. Combeferre glanced back at Courfeyrac. “How is that any different than what he normally looks like?”
Courfeyrac scowled and elbowed him sharply. “If you’re going to be like this, I’m not going to let you help me anymore.”
“Let me?” Combeferre repeated incredulously. “Here I was under the impression that I was being forced to help you.”
Both men fell silent for a long moment, though Courfeyrac didn’t pay any attention to what Enjolras was saying, focused instead on Grantaire. Finally, he leaned back over to Combeferre. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“Oh really?” Combeferre whispered back. “Did you cast a mind-reading spell on yourself?”
“Funny,” Courfeyrac said, undeterred. “And you’re thinking that this misstep means we should just give up.”
Combeferre’s expression didn’t change. “I didn’t say that.”
Courfeyrac gave him a look. “You didn’t have to.”
Combeferre sighed. “Look, Courf, I understand what you’re trying to accomplish, and I admit that those two would probably be happier together than they are apart, but it didn’t work.”
Courfeyrac shook his head. “It didn’t work this time,” he said stubbornly.
Combeferre sighed again, but this time it was a sigh of what Courfeyrac recognized as reluctant acceptance. “You’re not going to give this up, are you?”
“Just one of the many things you love about me,” Courfeyrac said smugly. Combeferre muttered something inaudible, and Courfeyrac looked over at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” Combeferre said, a little too quickly. “So if you aren’t giving up on this, do you have any plan for what to try next?”
“Oh yes,” Courfeyrac said confidently. “Honestly, I’m not sure why I didn’t start with it, it’s so obvious.”
Combeferre arched an eyebrow. “Dare I ask?”
Courfeyrac grinned. “Well, what else — a love potion.”
>>Read chapter 3 here>>
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fandom: Daredevil
pairing: Matt Murdock x plus size Reader
summary: requested by @morganofthecoves1​: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a matt Murdock x plus size reader with the prompt 5. “Can I hug you?” and/or 9. “Has she asked about me?”. Maybe reader is friends with Karen and Matt keeps on asking about her. Idk, something fluffy. There aren't enough X plus size reader fanfics for Matt out there. If you aren't comfortable with writing a plus size reader that's a-ok. Hope you have a good day!
warnings: fluff, some self-deprecating thoughts (but you’re learning to love yourself ❤️)
word count: 1879
a/n: i hope this is okay for you! i tried my best but it is my first time writing a plus size reader so please give me feedback!
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Matt enters the office to the smell of coffee and the sound of Karen slamming her hand on the copy machine.
“Still having issues?” Matt asks with a smirk as he closes the door behind him.
Karen lets out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah. I thought that repair guy got it all figured out but apparently not.”
Matt goes to lean on Karen’s desk in the middle of the office. “Why don’t you ask Y/N about it?” he asks, feigning innocence. “I thought you said she’s pretty good with tech.”
Karen turns and crosses her arms over her chest. She can see right through Matt’s charade. “You’re just trying to get her back in the office,” she says, voice light with amusement.
Ever since you came in a few weeks ago to drop off lunch for Karen, Matt hasn’t been able to get his mind off you. Your voice fills his every waking thought, your laugh invades his headspace all day long. Matt wants to meet you again. He wants to hear your voice in person again.
He wants you. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time.
A fiery blush crawls up Matt’s cheeks. He senses the warmth and tilts his head down. “N-no,” he stammers, “I just want you to get the copier working.”
“Don’t lie to me, Matthew,” Karen says, taking a sip from her coffee. “She’s cute, nice; I get it. Plus, who knows… maybe she feels the same way.”
Matt perks up at this. “Has she asked about me?”
Karen rolls her eyes and laughs. “You’re like a lovesick puppy, ya know. It’s adorable.” She turns back to the copier and stares at the unruly machine for a moment. “Maybe I will call her though. If anyone can fix this thing, it’s Y/N.”
Matt doesn’t try to stop the smile that spreads across his face as he goes to his office.
It’s later that day when Matt hears the door to the main office open. Karen greets the new arrival in a friendly manner, making Matt guess that it’s one of her friends. And then he hears your voice again.
It has the same effect it did the first time he heard it. Matt’s heart stammers for a moment, struck by the perfect rhythm of your speech. It’s almost like you’re singing every word.
Matt takes a deep breath to calm himself and thinks about what he’s going to do. Is it too weird if he goes out to say hello? Is it rude if he doesn’t?
He’s about to stand up and go outside to greet you when he zones back in to the conversation you’re having with Karen.
“Where are they boys?” you ask, slightly amused. Matt can hear the slight expectancy in your voice and senses your heartbeat pick up minutely.
“Foggy went out to meet with a client; he should be back soon. And I think Matt’s still in his office,” Karen responds.
“Oh,” is your short response. Matt thinks he hears a bit of anticipation in your tone.
It’s now or never, he decides. Straightening his tie, he grabs his cane and makes his way over to the door.
The familiar scent of your lotion fills Matt’s senses and he unconsciously relaxes a little bit. You seem to have that effect on him: utter exhilaration at first and then peace soon after.
“Hello Y/N,” he says, turning toward you as he enters the room.
“Hi, Matt,” you answer shyly, wrapping your arms around yourself.
There’s something so pure about you. Matt doesn’t need to have vision to see that you’re gorgeous, despite the waves of insecurity you send into the world. Matt wishes he could take all that self-doubt away from you. He wishes he could make you see what he sees. How the air swirls around you and shows him the gentle swell of your hips, how the temperature around your face grows warmer when he smiles at you.
He wishes you’d unwrap your arms from around your stomach. He wants to take in all of you, but it seems you only want to cover yourself. How can you not see that you are so unimaginably lovely?
He thinks this a small tragedy and makes it his mission to show you your beauty.
“How are you?” he asks politely, stepping closer to you and resting his hands over top his cane.
You shrug, holding yourself tighter as he grows near. “I’m okay. Yourself?”
“Better now that you’re here,” Matt smirks, ever the flirt. But even this smooth line can’t soothe the nerves he feels around you.
Karen rolls her eyes. “Get a room,” she mumbles jokingly, stepping behind her desk and shuffling some papers. “Or better yet, Y/N, why don’t you help me with the copy machine? You know, the reason you’re here?” Karen gives you a pointed look. She wants nothing more than to see you happy; she knows how much you’ve struggled lately.
You nod hesitantly, glancing back at Matt once more. “Uh, yeah, sure Karen,” you murmur, watching Matt go back into his office.
A few hours later, you’ve finally figured out the mystery of the copy machine. The sun is setting in a blaze of red behind the skyline. Foggy left a couple minutes ago but Matt has yet to reemerge from his office.
You announce your victory of the copier to Karen, who high-fives you and offers to split a cab to your respective apartments.
“Oh, n-no,” you stumble, “that’s okay. I was hoping to talk to Matt about something actually.”
Karen doesn’t look quite as surprised as you thought she would. In fact, she almost looks like she expected you to answer the way you did. “Alright. Get home safe, Y/N,” she states as she waves and leaves the office.
You watch the door close with a click and suck in a deep breath. This is your chance. There’s no one else here. You can finally tell Matt how you feel.
You’ve had a crush on Matt ever since that first time you saw him when you brought lunch for Karen. He had been so kind and sweet to you.
A small thought objects in the back of your brain. He only likes you because he can’t see you.
You subconsciously bring your arms around yourself, looking down at your figure. You’re not exactly a model, but you’ve been learning to accept yourself for who you are. But trying to get others to accept you? A whole different ballgame.
You were lucky to have a friend like Karen. She was one of the only people who saw you as more than your body. Sure, you had good friends before, but ultimately, they all moved on when they found better people or boyfriends. Most of your friends had settled down already. You and Karen were some of the few to not be romantically involved, and you were grateful for the sweet secretary.
And of course, it was because of Karen that you were introduced to Matt.
The sound of Matt’s office door closing draws you out of your thoughts. You’d almost forgotten that you’re standing in the open and that he’s just one room over. You turn to face him guiltily, still holding your arms close to your body.
“Y/N? What are you still doing here?” Matt asks. “It’s late; you should be getting home.”
Of course, Matt had overheard your earlier conversation with Karen, but he can’t let you know that.
You hum and look anywhere but his face. “I just, um, wanted to talk to you. About… stuff.” You mentally kick yourself for being so illiterate with your speech but Matt doesn’t seem to care.
He leans his cane against the wall and steps toward you. “Of course. What’s going on?”
You step backward and lean against the desk, trying to put more space between the two of you. “I just… I don’t know, I thought you’d like some company. Maybe.”
Matt senses how you move away from him every time he tries to get closer, so he stops moving and stays where he is. Your heart is beating wildly, but it relaxes minutely when he stops approaching. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “I appreciate that.”
There’s an awkward pause before Matt speaks again. “Are you… are you okay?” he asks, hesitating for a moment. “You seem nervous.”
You blush, looking at the floor. “I really like you,” you murmur without thinking.
The corners of Matt’s lips curve up slightly. Before he can respond, you begin rambling, your words all coming out in one breath.
“But I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way or if you already have a girlfriend or something. Because how could someone like you be single? Yeah, I mean you probably have loads of girls pining over you already so I don’t even know why I’d even mention that. Plus, you’re so, I mean, wow, you’re gorgeous and I’m all, all, I don’t know, all soft or whatever and not even anywhere close to your level. So, I totally get it. I’m going to go now.” You blurt out the last sentence and begin speed-walking toward the door.
Before you even make it a couple steps, Matt catches your arm. You stiffen and turn to face him, trying to ignore the burning of unfallen tears in your eyes. He’s removed his glasses and his face carries the most admiration you’ve ever seen.
“Stay,” he whispers. “Please.”
You relax and he releases your arm from his grip. He tries to meet your eyes as best he can.
“Can I hug you?” The words are gentle, not demanding. Just a simple, innocent request.
You battle your mind for a moment, trying to come up with a decision. You don’t like people touching you, afraid they’ll find all those curves and bumps that make you insecure sometimes. But at the same time, there’s nothing you want more than Matt’s arms around you.
“Yeah,” your voice breaks and Matt notices that the sing-song quality is gone from your tone.
He pulls you toward him and envelopes you in his arms, keeping his grip light so that you can pull away if you want. You inhale the scent of his cologne, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself.
“You’re beautiful,” Matt murmurs, stroking a hand through your hair.
You sniffle a bit, not trying to stop the smile that overtakes your lips.
Matt gives you a gentle squeeze and continues to speak, “And I don’t have a girlfriend.”
You pull away slightly and look up at him. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Oh.” You press yourself back against his chest.
Matt chuckles and rubs his hands up and down your arms. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I just hope they know they’ll have to go through me first.”
Your smile grows and you close your eyes, doing your best to keep this moment ingrained in your memory. “Seriously?” you mumble.
“Absolutely.” Matt’s voice rumbles in his chest, sending chills through you.
Throwing caution to the wind, you allow yourself to relax and say, “I suppose you do have a girlfriend now, Matt.”
“I suppose I do,” he chuckles. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else.”
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tags: @aspie-allie​
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Fic: What kind of Man (Keanu x Reader x Tom)
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Summary: Tom was kind and funny and sweet. He was perfect for you. But he wasn’t what you wanted.
Paring: Keanu x F!Reader; One sided Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader
Author’s notes: This oneshot was written based on these two asks: ould you please write a smut fic where Keanu is a friend of the reader (he  actually loves her) and he visits her at home but there’s a British man in his mid-30s that is friend of the girl but he also seems interested in her and Keanu notices it and once the British man leaves Keanu seduces reader and both end up having sex? |  An A/U  smut fanfic of Keanu in love with the reader and Tom Hiddleston loving her too (both are friends of hers) but Keanu gets jealous in Tom’s presence and when he’s away, K seduces reader and has the most incredible sex with her to prove he’s better than Tom. I’m never very good at writing love triangles, but I hope you like it, nonnies.
Wordcount: 3395
Warnings: mention or alcohol; smut
You brushed off inexistent lint from your dress as you surveyed the last details of the small gathering you’d be having for your friends. You didn’t know why you were so nervous; it was just a late celebration for your birthday since you hadn’t been able to enjoy the actual date due to working.
You didn’t really mind because you loved your work. Getting to be a coloring technician and offering your contribution to so many amazing movies and shows wasn’t something you ever expected to do in your life, but you definitely happy that you trailed that path. You got to meet so many amazing people but without the hassle of being famous. It was quite perfect really.
Surveying the catering table, you fixed one of the napkins that were slightly out of place and chuckled at yourself. Why were you so nervous? It was just some of your closest friends. They had been here when you hadn’t cleaned in weeks. They wouldn’t mind if something wasn’t perfect. They would even notice really. Still, you could never manage to settle, not until everything was perfect. One of the last remains of your mother’s strict education, you were sure. Some things were harder to shake it off.
When you were satisfied that everything was exactly how you envisioned, you went into your room to finish getting ready, knowing your guests would be arriving soon. You chose a comfortable, wrap dress. Thin and loose to help you through the summer heatwave, but still beautiful and elegant for the events of the night. You slipped your feet in the kitty heels you’d be wearing just as the doorbell rang signaling the arrival of your first guest.
Soon enough your living room was filled with people, talking and chuckling together, each with a glass of sparkling wine in their hands. Soft mood music played in the background while you traveled through groups, talking with everyone, making sure their glasses were filled and aperitives were available before you sneaked out to the kitchen. You loved to have people over, but this hostess thing could be very exhausting.
Leaning against the counter, you sipped your wine, the first glass you managed for the night and popped an hors d’oeuvre in your mouth, suddenly aware of how hungry you were.
“I thought I’d find you here,” Tom said made you look over with a wide smile as you moved closer, letting him draw you into a hug.
“Tom! I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”
“And miss a chance to see you? Never.” He grinned at you, those baby blue eyes sparkling with amusement as he held you close, hands in your waist. “You look gorgeous as always.”
His words made you giggle like a schoolgirl and you hated. Tom was the only one who could do that. It had to do with the smooth, almost velvety quality of his baritone that never failed to make your knees weak.
The two of you met a few years ago when you worked with Guillermo del Toro in Crimson Peak. You usually didn’t meet actors and actresses in a production, but Guillermo asked you to be close by during shooting to consult with the DP. He was searching for a very specific look for his movie and he wanted your eye for color. Since you were around set a lot, you ended up meeting all the cast and crew. You and Tom quickly struck a friendship that remained long after the movie was done.  
“Now, tell me, darling, what have you been up to?” he leaned against the counter, wine glass in hands as he peered at your through his long dark blonde lashes. His hair slicked back, curls perfectly controlled for once and you mimicked his stand, your body facing his as you described the latest movie that you just finished coloring.
You got entailed in conversation with Tom, unabashedly neglecting all of your other guests in favor of him, unable to ignore the subtle attraction you felt. As far as you could tell, however, it wasn’t like any of them seemed to mind. They had each other to keep themselves occupied and plenty of food and drinks.
It wasn’t until the party was winding down, when most guests had left, leaving only yourself, Tom and a handful of other people that you heard a familiar deep voice saying your name that let your gaze wander away from Tom.
You weren’t expecting to see Keanu here. Sure, you invited him, but you knew he was filming a new project and would probably be exhausted. It was most of a hopeful thing and as the night went on without a sign of him, you just assumed he wouldn’t make it. But here he was and as your eyes met, you felt that familiar flutter in your belly.
How he looked so dashing in a simple t-shirt topped with a well-fitted blazer and jeans you didn’t know, but as he approached you and Tom, steps sure, hands in his pocket, you have to fight the urge to picture him without anything.
“I wasn’t sure you’d make it,” you commented, hugging him tightly. Enjoying the wood scent of his cologne and the heat of his body.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, his mouth right next to your ear and you shuddered slightly. And if the hug lingered a little longer than necessary, no one would mention it. “I’m just sorry I’m so late.”
“It’s fine,” you said, finally letting go of him. Keanu already knew most of your friends. You had worked together during post-production for Man of Tai Chi and grew quite close, but you were almost sure he didn’t know Tom. Not in person at least.
“Hello,” Keanu greeted as his gaze met Tom’s.
“It’s an honor.” Tom shook his hand, but his smile seemed strangely cool.
“Likewise,” the other man said with that a serene look as he took a seat next to you and you were suddenly sandwiched between two very handsome men. Not a bad birthday present.
“Wine, Ke?”
“No, thank you, I’m driving tonight.”
Keanu took a glass of water, his gaze lingering on you a moment and you shifted slightly under his gaze until you felt Tom’s arm coming around your shoulders, warm and comforting and you smiled in thanks at his accommodation before you let your attention drift back to the conversation.
However, it was quite hard to focus on what was being said when on one hand, you could feel the heat of Tom’s body against you. His long, elegant fingers drawing patterns on your shoulder. On the other, Keanu’s mere presence seemed to radiate through you. His scent still on your nose, your body responding every time he spoke.
It felt like ages until everyone else left, leaving only you, Keanu and Tom behind. You didn’t know if that was for the worst or better, because now the attention of both of these gorgeous men was solemnly on you and you felt like squirming, your brain struggling to process why you felt like it everything was so weird.
The three of you cleaned up most of the mess and as you stood in the kitchen with them, you noticed they were just looking at each other and the air felt tense and thick around you. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was it, but you shifted awkwardly on your feet.
“I should get going,” Tom said, surprising you. He was always the last one to leave. More often than not he would even stay in your guest bedroom.
“Sure?” you asked, and Tom smiled at you, though a little sadly as he nodded.
“Yes.” His gaze shifted to Keanu. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’ll walk you,” you said once the tension set again. The two of you made your way to the front door in silence. “I had the guest room ready for you.”
“Thank you, darling,” he said, kissing your cheek. “But I have a feeling you’ll be needing your privacy.”
Tom pulled back from you, his gaze moving past your shoulder and when you looked behind yourself, Keanu was watching the two of you.
“It’s not…” you started, embarrassed. “We’re just friends.”
“He doesn’t want to be just friends,” Tom said, his gaze returning to you. “Neither do you.”
“Tom…” his name came out of your lips in a low, soft tone. You didn’t know why you felt this guilty. It wasn’t like you and Tom had anything going on. Maybe there could have been once, but not anymore. You were just great friends.
“Good night, darling.” There it was again, the little sad smile and with one final kiss to your cheek, he walked away.  
You remained there for a moment longer, your hand pressed against the smooth wood of your front door as Tom’s words kept running through your head. Was he right? Turning slowly, you found Keanu standing right behind you and the sight made you jump a small laugh bubbling from your chest.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s ok.” You smiled at him, hand in your chest, your heart thundering. “Just make some noise, will you? Maybe I should tie a bell on your wrist or something.”
“Maybe,” he chuckled, covering his mouth slightly and your heart swoon. How was he this adorable?
“Ke…” you hesitated, wringing your hands together nervously as you looked at him. “I, uh…. Are you going?”
“If you want me to,” he replied softly, meeting your eyes and you smiled.
“I don’t.”
“Good.”
He stared at you for a long time and you fought the urge to squirm. There was something in his eyes like he was looking deep inside you, unraveling your deepest secrets and you felt exhilarated and terrified. What could he see there? Could he see how much you wanted him? Did you want him to see it?
“He loves you, you know?” Keanu said finally breaking the quiet and started a little. “Tom.”
Your first impulse was to say no. To laugh it off because that was what you always did. You loved Tom and everyone knew that. You just didn’t love him like that. And he couldn’t love you like that. But right now, under Keanu’s heavy gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it.
“I know,” you sighed. “But I don’t.”
“Why not?”
You’ve asked yourself that same question more times you could count. Tom was funny and charming, the perfect gentleman. He adored you and was closer in age to you, but something was missing there. That spark. As cheesy as it sounded.
Your heart didn’t leap in your chest when you saw Tom. Not like it did as soon as your eyes laid on Keanu. You were excited to see him of course, he was a dear friend, but you counted the seconds to see Keanu, eager to be close to him and talk to him. To feel his arms around you, cradling you close, surrounding you with his scent and warmth…
“He’s not you,” you confessed quietly, and Keanu smiled. It was just a quick tilt of lips, before his mouth descended over yours, soft and gentle, but full of promises.
You anchored yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you felt your legs suddenly weak, boneless. Your entire world reduced to the feel of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the feel of his beard against your skin. Everything you craved for so long.
You backed away, tugging Keanu with you, until your back was at the door, supporting you as much as his hands on your hips. His thumb rubbed circles against the soft fabric over your hipbone and desperation burned in your guts. You wanted to feel his hands on your bare skin.
Pulling away from his lips so you could meet Keanu’s eyes, you noticed the rings of brown usually so warm were darkened by his need for you. Your shaky fingers moved to the knot of your dress, undoing it quickly and letting the dress fall open, framing your body and the purple lingerie you had on.
His gaze devoured you as he very gently pushed the edges of the dress aside until it slipped from your shoulders and pooled on the floor behind you. You wished he would do anything besides just looking. His intense eyes made you feel beautiful, but it also allowed insecurity to grow in your chest. What if he didn’t like what he saw?
Keanu’s hands finally returned to you, rough callouses from a lifetime of motorcycles, basses, and guns catching on the silkiness of your skin, making goosebumps rise on your arms as he caressed them gently, moving down to your hips and thighs. His lips met your neck for wet kisses and teasing nips that had your arching towards him, soft little gasps filtering through your mouth.
You brought your own hands under his shirt, exploring the broad, strong back, nails scratching slightly, making him hiss. His grip tightened a little in response, his mouth sucking harder on your collarbone, sparking pleasure and making wetness gather between your legs.
“Ke…” your voice was needy as he sucked your nipple through the lace of your bra. You arched towards his mouth, fingers threading through his hair. “Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” you suggested. “Or at least the couch.”
“Yeah.” His voice was almost rumble and with a final kiss to your breast, Keanu straightened up, looking at you. “Lead the way.”
You made a path to your bedroom, walking a couple of steps in front of him, making sure to put an extra sway in your step so Keanu could enjoy the view of your ass.
The second the two of you crossed the threshold, you felt him arms surrounding you, his bare chest warm against your back and you had no idea when he took his shirt off, but you were very glad he did.
His lips connected to your neck again, his hands cupping and massaging your breasts and you pushed back against his erection, still confined in his jeans, pressing against your lower back. Hot arousal spread through your body and you turned around in his arms, finding his mouth again while your hands worked on the button of his pants.
“You’re sure?” Keanu whispered as you kissed down his neck. “We can slow down. We can…”
“No,” you said firmly, lowering yourself to your knees in front of him as you pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock free. “I want you right now.”
Licking your lips, you moved closer, letting your tongue taste him and feel the smooth and hot skin. Keanu moaned softly above you, his hand coming to your hair, pushing it away from your face and when you glanced up, his eyes were on you.
You made sure to put on a show for him, taking him deeper into your mouth, lips wrapping tightly around his thick length, tongue flat against the underside vein as you bobbed your head, pushing as much of him you could take, before pulling away with a small pop and starting all over again. Tongue swirling the tip of his cock, gathering the precum hungrily so you could taste the salty bitterness of him.
“Fuck! Stop,” Keanu asked, tugging on your hair softly until you pulled away and smirked at him, at his hooded eyes and heaving chest. “Come here.”
He pulled you up, catching your lips again, this time his kiss was rougher, almost bruising and you loved it. Just like you loved the way his hands touched all over, teasing and toying with you, keeping you on edge.
Keanu guided you to lay on your back, his lips trailing down your body, tongue hot and teeth sharp as he explored and discovered all the spots that made you writhe and moan for him until you were lost in ecstasy and begging him to touch you where you needed him the most.
When he finally reached his destination, you nearly shouted at the way he sucked you through the lace of your panties, the fabric offering a very welcome texture to his wicked tongue that licked and pressed against your clit.
Only when your panties were completely soaked Keanu pulled them off, exposing you to the cool air of the room and you shivered, until his mouth connected to your clit again, two of his fingers pressing inside you, crocking up as he rubbed your g-spot and making you moan at the shot of pleasure.
“You’re so responsive,” he marveled. “I love it.”
“Not more than I do.” Your chuckle turned into a moan as he hummed against you, the vibrations making you arch, hands coming to his hair to pull him closer. “Right there. Don’t stop. I’m gonna…”
You whined when he did stop and looked at you with a lazy smirk.
“I wanna feel you coming around my cock,” Keanu declared, standing up and yanking his pants off, along with his boxers. He caught your legs and pulled you towards him until half of your ass was out of bed, your feet behind his back, heels on his ass.
He rubbed the tip of his cock over your folds teasingly before he pushed inside you so slowly that you felt the urge to try and move to speed things along, but you had no leverage to do so. You were at Keanu’s mercy and it was exciting and strange. You rarely gave up control during sex.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted breathlessly, his hair curtaining his eyes for a moment. “It feels perfect.”
“Yeah.” You focused on the sweet burn of him stretching you, the texture of his cock rubbing your walls, making that knot of pleasure increase inside you.
Keanu only stopped when he was fully sheathed in you, resting his forehead against your chest as both of you adjusted to how your union felt.
“Ke, I need you to move,” you asked, desperate to feel more of him. “Fuck me.”
He grinned at you, large hands tightening around your thighs, keeping them spread for him as he started to move, slowly at first, grinding into you. But eventually picking up speed, his thrusts getting harder, making you grab at the edge of the mattress so as not to slide upwards on the bed, your breasts bouncing with the force of his movements.
Desperate cries fell from your lips as pleasure overtook you and all you could focus on was the sensations in your body. The deep heat spreading from your center to the rest of your body, making all of your nerve-ends tingle. The smell of your sweat mingled with Keanu’s. The taste of yourself on his lips as he bent over to kiss you, tongue plundering into your mouth as hard as his cock was doing to your cunt.
Soon, you were reaching between your bodies, rubbing your clit, chasing the peek of your pleasure, feeling Keanu losing his own rhythm as his thrusts became sloppy, his groans louder until he stilled above you, fingers digging almost painfully on your thighs as he came inside you.
He took only a couple of seconds to breathe before he was pushing your hand away, taking charge of working your clit, his other hand coming to play with your nipple, pinching lightly and making you buckle and mewl.
“Come on, baby, I wanna see you coming all over my cock,” he coaxed, this thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing hard and fast and your orgasm took you by surprise, making you cry out and claw at his strong biceps, body shaking as you squeezed around him. “That’s it. Fuck! You feel so good.”
Keanu kissed your belly and chest, whispering sweet nothings against your skin until you calmed down, your body finally sated, mind dazed with pleasure.
“That was amazing,” you grinned sleepily at him and Keanu smiled back, kissing you softly.
“It was perfect. You’re perfect,” he said, pushing your hair away from your face. “Can I stay?”
“I wasn’t planning on letting you leave,” you replied, smiling at him. Knowing you made the right choice tonight.
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