#potential fanfiction

[essential-oils234]

Hey, y'all! I'm new on Tumblr, very pleased to make your acquaintance~

Hello, hello! As you might have guessed from the title, I'm new here on Tumblr and excited to use this platform to the fullest. (Well, fullest second to Pinterest.)

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My personality type is INFJ-T, I will inhale almost every type of food, I'm introverted to a fault, and spend most of time browsing the internet for inspiration or the addictive rabbit hole of Youtube.

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Fandoms that I'm interested in and will no doubt be posting about include:

Genshin Impact

MXTX's novels/2ha

PJO/HoO/ToA/TSAT

Miraculous Ladybug

Voltron

Hooky (the novel-turned-webcomic)

Arcane

Haikyuu!

Sailor Moon

There's many more, but these are the main few that I'll be posting about on the regular. Unfortunately, personal life/obligations have throughly crippled me, so the odds that I'll be posting any actual content in a few weeks are slim to none. Thankfully, the summer will leave me more than free to pursue my hobbies and pretty much just enjoy myself.

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Fanart/OC art

Writing prompts/tips/analyses/my own writing, which is usually based around some of the fandoms I talked about earlier

Art tips

Memes

Reposts with credit

In general, stuff I find cool/want to talk (rant) about

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Good evening/night/afternoon/morning to anyone reading, and I'll catch you in the next one! :)

[anotheruseronthissite]

The Loop that is Time - A Pokemon AU

This is an AU I've been wanting to turn into a fanfiction, but I've not been able to gain the motivation to do so.

It has quite a bit of aspects that exist in many other AUs and Legends Arceus fanfictions:

The protagonist and Ingo return to the future.

Ingo has to try to regain his memories.

The protangoist of Legends Arceus reunites with their friends.

But this does have other details to it that are rarer to find in fanfics about this possibility.

Here are the least spoilery ones:

The protagonist of PLA is Lucas from DPP/BDSP, who is the proffesor's assitant in this AU

The ride pokemon Sneasler accompanies Ingo to the future.

Team Galactic returns. Why? I won't say.

There are OCs that are protagonists and important to the plot.

That's all I'm going to say. I want to make this a fanfiction so potentially look out for that.

[yuufujimaru]

i also forgot to mention: YES PLEASE PUBLISH THE CHAPTER THING OH MY GOD???

Heya! Don't be afraid to let me know what you think! Leave a like, a comment or even ask questions! I'm happy to anwser them all since this was a ask and not really ever planned on being finished but here it is!

Enjoy!

“Joyfully now to our princess we come,” Hiro sung to himself as he neutered his barely lit study. “Bringing gifts and all good wishes too.” With practiced ease he took off his coat, flinging it onto the divan by the window without a care. “We pledge our loyalty anew.” 

With a few steps forward he made it to the cart beside his book case, he contemplated the various crystal decanters before him as he continued to sing his song. 

“Hail to the Princess Aurora!~” He murmured, taking up the one filled with dark amber liquid. “All of her subjects adore her!~” He grabbed a rather large glass, pouring in a hefty sum of the drink with a bit of ice in it to chill it before capping the bottle and placing it back. 

His movement’s never stalled even as he worked to take off his holster and gun, knowing he wouldn’t need it in the coming moments. 

“Hail to the King, hail to the Queen,” he grumbled, passing an old portrait of times long since passed when all three of them were together. His heart stuttered with bitterness and pain, forcing him to take a large gulp of the amber poison as his eyes landed on the younger face of his son. “Hail to the Princess Aurora,” he sighed, leaning back against the couch that faced the portrait. 

Grunting he moved himself from his spot, walking leisurely to the cabinet where he kept his chess set that was gifted to him by Sirius and Remus not to long ago. He took a large gulp once more, groaning at the burn before breathing in relief at the pure ecstasy that flowed through his veins. 

“Health to the Princess,” he murmured, opening the cabinet to see various other knick knacks his son had stashed in there when he had nowhere else to put his items. “Wealth to the Princess,” he whispered, pulling out a small album that held his son’s hospital wristband from when he was born. “Long live the Princess Aurora,” Hiro sniffed, looking at the note attached to the wrist band. 

‘Possible withdrawal symptoms in fetus. Keep close watch.’ 

“Hail Aurora, hail Aurora,” he continued to sing, taking out the ornate chess set and snorting at his obnoxious design. 

Honestly Sirius, marble and gems? How much of an ass did he think Hiro and Yuu were? 

“Health to the Princess,” he hummed along, placing out the white pieces made of pure marble, gleaming in the low fire light. “Wealth to the Princess,” He placed out the black gem pieces, smiling to himself as the king looked like him and the knight looked like his son. 

“Long live the Princess Aurora,” Hiro leaned back, crossing his legs as he stared at the prepared chess set. “Hail to the King, hail to the Queen,” he grumbled, leaning back to look at the family portrait he knew he needed to get rid of. “Hail to the Princess Aurora,’ he finished, eyeing the new photo of him and his son on the mantle, both dirty and looking like shit, but smiling as they held their guns in hand after the incident at the world cup. 

“....help yourself to anything in my collection. Though not made by wizards, I am sure you are to find some gems in them,” he sighed, closing his eyes as the pressure in the room shifted and he sensed…two people in the room. 

“Your generosity…is as expected,” a smooth voice commented back. 

‘If you're referring to Greyback, he had what was coming to him. Act like an animal, get treated like an animal,” Hiro snorted, shifting to sit back up as clicking was heard. 

“Vintage?” 

“But of course. After years of swallowing swill and shit I now have a refined palate and the money to buy drinks worthy of it,” Hiro lifted his glass, turning it around to watch as the liquid glowed in the firelight. 

“You don’t seem surprised that I am here.” 

“Oh, no,” he sighed, placing his drink down. “Not really. Those who lead the fight will always be looking for those who could help them ...question I have it…why me,” he smiled, turning his head to where he knew the monster was. 

And there he stood, tall and unbothered by the strangeness of the manor he was in as the woman beside him shifted with a need to kill. 

“...You seriously needed to bring a rabid mutt with you,’ he commented with a cock of his head. “I mean…I’m only a muggle.” 

“Oh, I’m not so stupid to assume that you don’t have various countermeasures. One does not simply get along with Dumbledore the way you do without knowing of his true nature,” Voldemort hummed, taking up his glass as the woman beside him snarled at Hiro. 

‘Watch your tongue you filthy muggle,'' She shrieked, hair flying all about as her body trembled with suppressed rage. ‘I am a pureblood-” 

‘And as a muggle that word means nothing to me,” Hiro shot back, moving his eyes away from her and back to the chess board. “You play?” 

“...I did.” 

“Take white,” Hiro motioned, taking another gulp as Voldemort sat opposite of him, his glowing red eyes not even bothering the former assassin, nor did the slippery being going between his legs. 

“Snake…very on brand Heir of Salazar,” Hiro raised a glass as Voldemort gave a toothy grin. 

“A wizarding set,” he commented, taking up a pawn to look at closely as Hiro shrugged. 

“A gag gift,” he sniffed, placing the drink down. “White goes first,” he smiled, Voldemort placing the pawn down before speaking. 

“Pawn to D4.” 

Hiro watched in silence as the white pawn moved forward two places before he made his move. 

“Knight to F6.” 

A neighbor was heard as his knight plowed through the front lines and to his spot, Voldemort raising a brow before shaking his head. 

“Pawn to C4.” 

“Just pawns,” Hiro commented, not moving his eyes away from the board as the pawn reaches it’s place. 

“You decided to go for a knight first, I wonder why? Doesn’t seem like a good idea to me, when you have pawns at your disposal…isn’t it better to make use of them,” Voldemort questioned as his companion began to look through his bookshelf. 

“Self help books are by the bar cart,” Hiro called back, the woman turning around with an annoyed face as Voldemort snorted into his drink. 

“Quite counter productive, if I say so.” 

‘I disagree,” Hiro smiled, moving to get more comfortable as the snake began to wind up his leg. “Pawn to G6. Getting drunk while reading the ramblings of people who think they know what’s best for you and your shitty life is quite therapeutic in my humble opinion.” 

“Now who's using pawns.” 

“The strong make an example and the weak followers do just that. They follow,” Hiro explained. ‘It’s how all tyrants get a start.” 

“Knight to C3.” 

“Copying me now huh,” Hiro snorted as the horse let out a neigh. “Or maybe you're just proving your point. The week goes out and makes a symbol of themselves so that the strong have something to ‘fight’ for,” he questioned. “Pawn to C5.” 

“You seem to think you know a lot about me for someone whose only entrance into our world has been his son who is only considered special because he is smart. Knight to F3.” 

“Isn’t that how it always goes,’ Hiro waved a hand up, waving it about as the snake reached his lap. “The smart are always considered better, only when they prove themselves. If they haven’t then they are nothing but smartass know it all that needs to be taught their place. I am sure you have had your fair share of that…Tom.” 

“...Blasted Dumbledore.” 

“He might be a manipulative bastard, but one of his greatest flaws is he can’t bear for it to happen again. Bishop to G7.” 

“Pawn to E3. And I assume that you won’t join our side. Lest your son actually make something of himself?” 

“Queen to G8 and Rook to F8. As for my son, it’s a misconception that I control him. I haven’t controlled that nippy little shit since he learned how to fucking read,” Hiro informed him as ripping was heard. Both heads turned to the woman who was tearing our pages from one of the self help books with a burning red face. 

“...” 

They all stared at one another in silence before Hiro sighed and motioned to the fireplace. 

“Use it for kindling, would you,” he asked. “It’s garbage but even that can be useful.” 

“This is a load of crap,” she snapped. 

“I know, why do you think I don’t have any kindling available? That’s my kindling,” Hiro commented, moving the snake away from him as he looked back at the game. ‘Your move.” 

“Bishop to E2. You seem quite confident that your son is someone who doesn’t need guidance,” Voldemort stated, leaving forward as Hiro mindlessly played with his hair. 

“Every child needs guidance, but some of them are more perceptive of the motives of their mentors than others. You won’t trick me or my son. He’s proven time and time again he’s too smart for you and your Slythering buddies,” Hiro smiled. “I mean, Lucius Malfoy tried really hard and even he fell before me.” 

“Lucius has his head up his ass and thinks himself greater than he actually is,’ Voldemort snorted, smiling as Hiro shrugged. 

“Pawn to C5. That may be true, but then again he did in the hope that you would have someone weak to be able to manipulate. And he met his match.” 

“Queen to G1 and Rook to F1. You hold yourself to quite the standard, if I do say so myself.”

“I have to. It’s what got your attention on me after all,” Hiro smiled. “After all, you only like those that show promise.” 

‘...You’ve been planning this since the moment you’ve learned about me,” Voldemort realized. 

At that moment Hiro’s pawn in C5 took Voldemort’s pawn in D4. 

“You don’t grow up in the way I did without planning for everything in advance,” Hiro admitted, holding the taken piece up close as the other woman hissed. “Besides, you would be aiming for my son if I hadn’t made a move to make you interested…so it’s only natural.” 

“Pawn to D4,” Voldemort barked, the pawn that Hiro had used to take one of his taken out with ease. 

“Hmmm,” was all Hiro offered up as the fire crackled as the snake once more moved to envelope him. “Knight to C6. Why are you indulging me?” 

“...What makes you say that? Pawn to A3.” 

“Because you could have used any sort of method to get me to bend to your whims. Be it a curse or even torture, but instead we are drinking, playing a game of chess and attempting to fuck with one another’s minds while pretending to be civil. What’s your play here,” Hiro tapped his foot on the ground, Nagni nestled on his lap but not moving anymore forward to envelope him, like something was stopping her. “Bishop to G4.” 

“You seemed to have figured me out. Why don’t you tell me,” Voldemort challenged. “Pawn to C5.” 

‘Because, I’ll get so caught up with my theories and deductions that you could enter my mind,” Hiro informed him, running a hand through his hair as the woman continued to put more self help books in the fire, muttering about people’s bullshit and their rubbish ideas. “I’ve known since the moment we first made eye contact that you’ve been attempting top prod my mind and I’m not going to let you in. “Knight to E4 and lady, the books on cocktail making and torture methods are on the other bookshelf by the weapons locker. Make yourself a drink eh and stop fueling the fire,” he turned to the woman who had thrown her third book into the fireplace. 

“....Fine,” she sighed, getting up before walking past them both to the bookshelf in question. 

“Bishop to E3. Being around Dumbledore has made you someone worthy of respect. I can see that you don’t trust either of us.” 

“Ha! I only trust myself and what I can do,” Hiro snapped, eyes glowing in the darkness as Nagini hissed in fear at his aura. “Pawn to E6. I’m not blind to the help you and Dumbledore could provide me and my son; but I am not dumb enough to ignore the danger you both pose.” 

“I am more of a danger to you and your son than that lemon drop sucking twit Dumbledore,” Voldemort questioned, eyes flicking down to the fearful Nagini who had not moved from Hiro’s lap. “King to D3.” 

“...Oh, both of you use people to your advantage and make no mistake I have done the same; but I am different from both of you in the fact that I have something to fight for,” Hiro snorted, rolling his shoulders back as he looked at the board in complete boredom. “Pawn to F5.” 

“Your son.” 

“Yes.” 

“A very blatant weakness,” Voldemort commented. “Knight to B5.” 

“That’s what Greyback thought,” Hiro reminded the man, Nagini curling up in his lap at the pure evil miasma poured from Hiro. “Until I beat that fucker black and blue with my own two hands,” he gave a toothey grin that made the very air around them turn ice cold. “Pawn to F4.” 

“I’ve heard rumors of you back in your glory days and how you tortured Greyback for even thinking of going after your son…Bishop to C1.” 

“With someone like him, you need to be creative in how you get your message across. I had to make sure that he knew I would show him the true depths of hell if he ever dared lay a hand on my son,” Hiro clenched his fist, his demented look never fading as he made his next move. “Pawn to G5.” 

“He’s dead. You never gave him a second chance.” 

“Oh, he figured that out the moment I took him to my basement,” Hiro chuckled, looking crazed as he remembered the incident no doubt. “He thought he was so high and mighty and I took him down.” 

“...Rook to D1. I’ve heard rumors that the body of Greyback has never been found, that you had something to do with that,” Voldemort asked. 

“What of it? Thinking of hiring my services for those little followers of yours that can’t do the job? Bishop to F5,” he pulled his forward piece back, looking annoyed as he stared down at the board. “Sorry, I have my side.” 

“And what can Dumbledore offer that I can’t? King to B3.” 

“A promise that my son is going to be safe and not used,” Hiro murmured, legs tapping against the floor as he continued to stare at the board. “Pawn to G4.” 

“I can do that and provide your son with power to make his wildest dreams come true. He won’t be held back by the ministry…or Dumbledore,” Voldemort promised, leaning forward once more. “Knight to E1.” 

“Your a fool to think that Dumbledore was ever able to control my son,” Hiro chuckled, fingers tapping mindlessly on his leg as he shook with silent laughter. “Pawn to A6. My son does what he wants when he wants and takes what he wants.” 

‘I could give him so much more,” Voldemort hissed. “Power beyond what Dumbledore shows him. I could offer him true unrestrained power! Bishop to F4,” Voldemort then took one of Hiro’s pawns. “You can only do so much for him and even you know you are faltering.” 

“...I know,” Hiro sighed. “Pawn to B5,” he then picked up the white knight he had just taken. “But you don’t have a single idea what I am willing to do FOR my son.” 

“...You cannot be with him forever. Bishop to E3.” 

‘Pulling back…a sound strategy,” Hiro continued to finger the white knight in a daze, uncaring of the snake that was now more confident and slithering up his body. “Pawn to B4. But I refuse to let anyone other than me or those my son trusts to be there for him when he needs it.” 

“Pawn to B4,” Voldemort snapped, taking another Pawn from Hiro who hummed in nonchalance. “I am going to win.” 

‘No…you lose,” Hiro smiled. “Rook to A1. Checkmate.” 

“....You…” 

“Your thoughts and grandiose mean nothing to me nor my son,” Hiro laughed, choking as Nagini wrapped around his throat and forced his head back. “I wouldn’t…you won’t like what you see in my mind.” 

“I only need to understand your son,” Voldemort informed him, the woman looking giddy at Hiro finally being in pain. “So that I might bring him to the side that will benefit him the most.” 

“Ha!” 

“Legilimens!” 

Voldemort felt a tug and the next thing he knew it was all black. 

Voldemort opened his eyes, he was in an ornate hall and people where speaking in hushed tones before Hiro appeared, he was bloodied and holding the leg of someone…no…

He was holding the leg of an unconscious Fenrir Greyback. 

‘Is everything ready,” his voice sent shivers down Voldemort…no, Tom’s back. He felt like he was a student once more, seeing someone of such greater power than him speak to him. 

“Yes, Lord Hiro. I went to all the shelters in the greater London era and have confirmed with DMLE Bones that we are good to go through with this,” A woman with a blank face spoke up. 

‘Good,” he gave a bloody toothy smile. ‘Ah, woman of the hour! Bones,” he called out, dropping the leg of Fenrir to open his arms wide. 

Bones appeared with a disturbed look on her face, hand coming to cover her mouth as she beheld the bloodied Fenrir. 

“...I will come down to confirm that Fenrir has been…dealt with,” she coughed. ‘I will be in the lounge having a nice drink,” she coughed, moving to leave before Hiro’s voice stopped her. 

"Won't even come down for the Grand Finale,” he mocked, chuckling like he said the funniest thing possible. “You asked me to do this once I made my position clear to him. Don’t act all innocent.” 

‘We wanted him dead…what your plan to do…it’s immoral,” she snapped. “I thought you could remain impartial when it came to…this.” 

“...Never,” Hiro chuckled. ‘Never when it comes to my son,” he sniffed, wiping himself free of blood. “I will have the servants call you when it’s done.” 

“...Thank you.” 

Hiro and Tom watched as she walked away, a sinking feeling pooling in Tom’s stomach as Hiro snorted at her shrinking figure before he reached down to pick up Fenrir’s leg. 

“Time to face judgment,” Hiro sang, turning to continue down the path he was first walking down, Tom following as they reached a door that a servant opened without a word. 

Darkness similar to the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets greeted them both and Hiro began the descent down, Tom followed watching in awe as Fenrir’s head hit each step as they went deeper and deeper down, a crack following and a small spot of blood appearing as they went further and further down. 

The smell in the air turned rancid and the muffled sounds of something began to go through the air like a symphony and the feeling of something very, very bad about to happen began to pool further into Tom’s stomach. 

Soon the darkness faded away as a bright flash of light blinded him and he closed his eyes to get his bearings, once he did he opened them to be treated with a sight he never expected. 

A small ring, like those of the better illegal rings that once took place behind his orphanage was set up, six steel doors circled the arena and the muffled noises originated from there. Hiro stopped at the edge of the area where the barrier was, hefting Fenrir up to lean against it before he began shifting in his coat pocket for something. 

Tom approached only to step back at a needle being produced, it wasn’t long before it was stabbed into the werewolf’s neck and the liquid injected in. 

His eyes flew wide open and he gasped for air, heaving and panting as if he never had it before as Hiro smiled. 

‘Hello sleepy head,” he sang. “Awake again! Sorry to do this, but it’s time for your punishment to begin!” With that Hiro took one hand of Fenrir’s and with a jerk to his right managed to snape his arm and push the bone through his muscle and skin out into the open air. 

Fenrir let out a howl of pain, unable to move as he was pushed over the barrier down into the arena below and hit the ground with a sickening crack. 

“You won’t feel it in a moment! Adrenaline is a hell of a drug,” Hiro chuckled, leaning on the gate with a cheeky grin as Fenrir moved more toward the center. “I’ve heard a lot about you and you saved me quite a bit of trouble trying to get you to come here! I am sure Lucius Malfoy paid a hefty sum to either take me out or infect my son! But he doesn’t seem to know me as well as he thought,” he sighed dreamily, like a girl in love. 

“If you know so much why’d you pull back your security,” Fenrir choked out, holding tightly onto his arm as he sweated through the pain. 

‘Because I wanted to have fun! It’s been ages since a real challenge came and I was sure that I could get out without being infected so I took the risk!” 

“...You're insane.” 

‘Says the man who thinks he can build a werewolf army,” Hiro rolled his eyes. “That being said, this show isn’t just for me and my son; it’s also for Remus Lupin…one of my most trusted workers…who you ruined the life of.” 

“...That little nagging bitch is still alive huh,” Fenrir snorted, eyes glowing as he bared his teeth in a show of aggression. 

“You hurt children,” Hiro hissed, eyes flashing with vengeance and anger. “And there is a special place in hell for those who take the innocence of a child and I will make sure to carve it into your flesh as you are taken there.” 

“I have better healing as the full moon approaches. It’s tomorrow night and you don’t have what it takes anymore to hurt me. You're a good father,” Fenrir mocked, smirking like he won something. 

‘...A good father does not mean I am a good man,” Hiro negated him, snapping his fingers. 

A clicking was heard from all the doors as the rose up and the noise became clearer. 

It was the sound of dogs. 

Rabid Dogs. 

Soon six servants came out, holding the leashes of at least 4 rabid dogs each. All of them  barking, wild and frothing at the mouth as they held them back, all of them aiming for Fenrir whose eyes widened at the implications. 

“Are you fucking serious! What the actual hell!” 

“You want to be a rabid animal,” Hiro boomed out, his voice making Voldemort’s knees go weak. “Then you shall be treated as one. And you shall die as one!’ 

“Your fucking crazy!” 

“This is the word of the Lord, which He spoke by His servant Elijah the Tishbite, saying, ‘On the plot of ground at Jezreel dogs shall eat the flesh of Jezebel; and the corpse of Jezebel shall be as refuse on the surface of the field, in the plot at Jezreel, so that they shall not say, “Here lies Jezebel.”

“What…what the fuck,” Fenrir was panting now, scared and unsure of wear to go with his injuries and the blood that was making the rapid dogs go feral. 

“Quite the fitting passage for you my friend, unlike the temptress Jezebel, you are nothing more than a beast that gets his punishment,” Hiro smiled, hands spread as if he had just finished a grand speech. 

The two stared at one another, each unwilling to break it as the sounds of the dogs got louder and louder until finally Hiro opened his mouth and spoke one word. 

“Attack!” 

Everything happened so fast. 

The leashes were released and like a flood they came upon the defenseless Fenrir who screamed in agony as his flesh was ripped from his bones and his body was pierced by fangs dripping in illness. The doors closed within seconds as the servants retreated into the safety of the cells and Hiro watched with a smile as the body of Fenrir was covered by the mangy mutts. 

Tom turned, unwilling to see the sight before him as the screams of agony rang through the air like a twisted symphony, Hiro was laughing as well, his face full of evil as he watched a man being torn bit by bit by dogs like Jezebel. 

“This is not what I wanted,” Tom spat. “This is not it!” 

He stomped out, forcing the memory to change into something that was useful in getting the brat on his side and he soon found a door of rotten wood. Fueled by rage he kicked it down, stumbling to a stop at the dilapidated state of the room he was in. 

The sky outside was gray and the room scorched by remnants of a fire as he looked around for the boy or his mother. 

If he was impoverished in the past, Tom had a way to get to him. 

A muffle was heard and Tom turned, excited at the prospect of seeing something worth his while only to stop and stare. 

On the ground was a large mass of plastic, only it had a shape of a human and a tube coming out of it connected to someone. 

Rhythmic tapping was heard and Tom turned to see a younger…much younger Hiro, dressed in a skin tight suit with a coat approach. His face was cold, dead even, as he approched the machine that was connected to the tube and flicked a button. 

In a mix of fascination and horror Tom watched as the air was sucked out of the plastic and stuck to the HUMAN inside of it like a second skin. They began to struggle, no doubt gasping for air. Hiro turned off the machine and began a slow, but steady approach. 

Tom noted duly that the person inside was curled up in a fetal position, and he watched as Hiro made a slit where her mouth was and he could hear them gasp for air. 

Hiro was still kneeling down beside them as he spoke in a cool, controlled voice that had no care in the world. 

“Calm down,” he shushed them, hand on their shoulder in an attempt to soothe them. “You’ll suffocate,” he hummed. “Trust me, I know.” 

The struggling ceased for a moment before it began again. 

‘You know where we are?” Hiro asked, looking around the building with sadness. “This used to be the boss's office…and then it became mine, but you already know that,” he snorted, getting up with a sigh. “But there is something that you didn’t know….” Hiro began, moving to the window to stare out with a gaze so dead, Tom might have thought him to be an Inferi. “When he died…an…odd thing happened,” he turned, a dull smile gracing his features. “It was like an awakening,” he continued on. ‘I could finally see that man’s true face….the monster’s face…and I was nothing to all of them.” 

He walked forward again, kneeling down once more to be close. 

“Do you know what I realized when they all died,” he asked the person. “I was nothing…I was a means to an end to them…a distraction for them to use when things got bad. I was the scapegoat they used for poisonings and assassinations…half of what I went through they plotted and planned…then blamed on other countries,” a single tear ran down Hiro’s face. “And you…Nichika…I thought you were on my side but it was all a LIE,” he yelled, Tom stumbling back at the pure rage and power it let out. 

The woman struggled even harder as Hiro got up, moving to pick up a canister that held some sort of liquid he poured all over her. She began to freak out even more and Tom had a desire to leave but he found that all doors and windows that were once in the room had vanished. 

A clink of metal caught his attention and he turned to see that Hiro had pulled out a lighter, holding over the struggling woman and he realized what Hiro meant to do. 

“So long as a single person from my past remains….I can’t…I won’t dare allow my progeny to live in the same fear I lived in,” he promised. “So I am sorry, Nichika…but you have to die,” he whispered, dropping the lighter down into the liquid where it shot up in flames. 

Hiro watched emotionlessly as she began to writhe in pure agony and cry out in pain, wailing as the flames burned the plastic into her skin and then burned her. 

“...You know, this was the first time I ever tortured someone,” Hiro commented and Tom jumped. 

Was…was he talking to him? 

‘I am talking to you. I showed you my first and last tortures…what do you think,” Hiro then turned toward him, his youthful visage morphing back into his adult form and Tom felt something he only ever felt with Dumbledore. 

Fear. 

He turned on his heel, grabbing his wand to get out of this before his throat was grabbed, his back hitting concrete as Hiro himself stood before him, one hand holding his throat and choking him while the other kept a vice-like grip on his wand arm. 

"I show you what I’m capable of and you want to run away,’ Hiro questioned, putting more pressure on his throat and Tom struggled. “I know you came with the intention of turning me, but I will let you know nothing you can say or do can sway me. I have complete and utter control of my mind. The only reason you are here is because I let you in.” 

‘L…Le…Let G-Go!” Tom choked. 

“You came to me the moment I laid down my weapons because even with your magic you were scared I would still be able to get the upper hand in my terrain. But even now I hold the upper hand in this situation and I am telling you now…in a battle against me and my son…is not one you can win.” Hiro hissed into his face and Tom began to struggle. 

He needed to get out. 

He needed to get out of this situation and back to Malfoy Manor. 

“...B…BOMBARDA!” 

The columns around them exploded and Tom took that moment to release the spell, gasping for air as he came back into the present, he snapped at Bellatrix to come to his side as Hiro just began to wake up. 

“My lord-” 

“Silence! Nagini,” he hissed, holding his hand out for his familiar, the snake rushed to his side as he grabbed Bellatrix and began to apparate away. 

But he was too slow, his eyes widened as Hiro shot up, in his hands a small pistol that Tom noted to have been hidden in his pants leg 

Just as they began to vanish he fired a shot and Voldemort felt pain unlike anything before and it caused him to jerk, sending them crashing onto the floor of the Manor’s Library. 

“My lord,” Bellatrix screeched, his shoulder oozing blood and turning black. 

‘Basilisk poison,” he coughed, shaking as he fished out the bullet. 

“Come, come! We have an antidote,” Narcissa gasped, helping her sister pick him up and take him to the medical room. 

Lucius watched and paled as he looked at the discarded bullet on the ground. 

It was foolish to make a enemy of them, and now his lord finally understood that.

[honnelander]

busgirl

once again i got carried away and wrote way more than i planned too lol thank you to the lovely anon who requested this and i hope i did your prompt justice request: what if the reader’s a merchant’s daughter who was supposed to marry a suitor but she runs away and ends up meeting sanji

WARNINGS: none

word count: 3.4k

pairing: opla!sanji x fem!reader

summary: reader is arranged to be married but she won't stand for it. so what does she do? she runs away and meets one particular chef, begging him for help

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taglist: @smol-book-nerd @shuujin @smolracoon25 @mischiefmanaged71 @amanda08319

You never imagined your life turning out like this: still living with your father at this grown age, never having gone beyond your small island town ever in your life, and waking up every day just to relive the same day over and over again. It was torture.

Every single day of your life has been the same since you left school: you woke up before the sun rose, made breakfast for you and your father, helped prepare the wagon for its daily trip into town, then spend all day yelling in the town's square trying to sell any shoes you could (your father was a shoe merchant), pack up the unsold product at the end of the day, head home, make dinner, then go to bed soon after cleaning up just so you could wake up and do the same things all over again. You hated it.

But what could you really do to change anything? You were born to a poor shoe merchant and ever since your mother had died, things had become even tighter for your small family, of now, two.

Your father never had much, barely a penny to his name, so that meant you also had no money to your name either. Sure, you could've started a side hustle of scams and cons, maybe trying your luck at playing poker at the docks whenever pirates showed up, but how could you just leave your father like that? Just leave him all alone once you scraped together enough berry to buy a one-way ticket out of this town? As much as you were tempted, you couldn't. It didn't feel right. And besides, you were always too exhausted at the end of the day to do anything else anyway.

But then one day, your father said something that would change your life forever.

The day started out like any other. You had cooked a quick meal of toast and eggs for yourselves and once you finished your plate, you moved to get up to put the dishes in the sink for later.

But before you could get out of your seat, your dad grabbed your wrist gently, telling you to stay seated. "Actually, y/n, no need to rush this morning. We're not going into town today."

"What?" You were taken aback. You couldn't remember a day where you both didn't do this daily routine. "Why?"

Your father couldn't look at you in the eye. Instead, he kept his focus on his half-eaten breakfast, which was also weird. He normally finished eating before you. "Y/n...you know I wouldn't do this unless I had no other choice," he started.

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach. What was happening?

"But business has been really slow lately, and I tried to hold this off for as long as I could," he continued.

"Hold what off?"

He kept talking like you hadn't said anything. "But there really was no other choice." He swallowed and finally looked up and the look in his eyes scared you. You've never seen your father look that upset before...the only other time he had looked like that had been when mom died.

You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry. "Dad, what's going on?"

"And you know I always will love you, right?"

"Dad," you said a little more sternly, your heart beating a thousand miles a minute. "What is happening?" After a moment of silence, you repeated yourself. "Dad, answer me."

His next sentence hit you like a ton of bricks. "Y/n, I arranged for you to be married."

You couldn't move. "What?" you breathed.

Like always, your father continued on like you hadn't said a word. "He's a nice man, a decent man. His name is Olaf and he's from the North Blue, comes from money..."

You felt your dad tighten his grip on your wrist and suddenly you felt like you were being suffocated. You ripped your hand away from your dad's grip, the sting of betrayal hurting more than any cut or wound ever could. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you fought your hardest not to let them fall. "You sold me?" your voice quivered.

Those three words finally got your dad's attention. He looked into your eyes again, hurt evident in his gaze, but you realized you didn't care. Not anymore. "No," he replied firmly. "You know I would never sell you to anyone. I would never do that."

A humorous laugh escaped your lips. "Oh? But you'd put me in an arranged marriage instead? For money?" When you blinked, tears fell down your cheeks. "Are we really that poor dad?" you spat.

"Y/n-"

"Why didn't you tell me how bad off we were before? Before-" you stuttered and waved your arms around, "before all of this? I could've- I could've done something, anything." You ran a hand through your hair as you exhaled, a sardonic smile appearing on your face as you looked up to the ceiling, up to whatever God had subjected you to this cruel fate.

"There's nothing you could've done, y/n."

"You don't know that!" you exclaimed. Pure hot red rage adorning your features as your furious eyes snapped down to look at your dad. "I could've hustled, I could've conned the guys down at the dock for some money. I could've done something instead of nothing!"

"And then what? End up dead in a dark alley once those men found out you stole money from them? End up raped?" Your dad's anger matched yours, his voice growing louder with each sentence. "Maybe become a pirate? There is no way I would ever let that happen to you y/n."

Your dad hated pirates and you knew he would rather die before he ever let you become one.

You flung your arms up in exasperation. rolling your eyes as you let out a frustrated groan. "Oh I don't know dad," you yelled, "maybe I could've joined the Marines or something!"

But your dad didn't like the Marines either. He believed pirates and Marines were the same person, just in different clothes.

"I wouldn't let you do that either, you know that y/n."

Suddenly, a thought stuck you: you were an adult, so why was your father still making all of these major life decisions for you? It didn't make sense.

But you knew one thing: you certainly weren't going to marry some rich guy you didn't know from the North Blue. Not if you were still living and breathing.

You glanced at the open window behind your dad, seeing the early morning tinges of a sunrise lighting up the sky. Perfect, you thought. Docked ships normally didn't leave port until the sun broke the horizon, so you had a chance to hop aboard any ship that would take you far far away from here. Away from your miserable life and a father you were realizing you hated.

The sky started becoming brighter by the minute and your heart rate started to spike. You estimated you had around 20 minutes or so until the sunrise broke and if you were serious about running away, it was now or never.

Suddenly, you stood up from the kitchen table and realized that your father had stopped whatever he was saying to look at you with a curious expression.

"Y/n?"

"Y-you know what dad?" your voice shook and you swallowed your nerves. "I...I think you're right? This Olaf guy probably isn't that bad and would probably give me a better life than I ever could," you ground out and forced a smile that you were sure looked more like a grimace. "I'll do it."

If today had been a normal day, your dad would've been tipped off that something was up but he was just so relieved that you were actually agreeing to all this.

Your dad had a relieved smile on his face as he said, "That makes me so happy to hear that y/n. You have no idea."

"Y-yeah, me too," you agreed with a small nod. You reached down to pick up your plates but your hands were shaking.

Your father placed a hand on your arm. "I understand you're nervous sweetheart. Why don't you go lie down in your room? There's some time until Olaf gets here. I can handle the dishes for today."

Perfect. You agreed and nodded quickly. Thanking your dad and giving him one last look before you went up to your room and never saw him again.

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Your lungs were burning as you ran towards the docks. You could feel sweat running down your back as you pushed yourself to run as fast as you could, arms pumping and feet kicking out dirt behind you.

The sky was beginning to turn a lighter shade of orange and a ping of fear gripped your heart.

What if you didn't make it? What if all the ships were all boarded up and ready to set sail by the time you got there? It wasn't uncommon for ships to leave a tad early since most of them had a full day at sea before them but you were so close, you just had to make it. There were probably around five minutes or so until you reached the docks and you just had to get over this ridiculous hill.

But your legs were tired and your sides were cramping and you could feel yourself slowing down due to exhaustion. You weren't a huge runner to begin with but you were literally running for your life- so what choice did you have?

If you made it through all this, you vowed to yourself that you would get better at running. Who knew the next time your life would depend on it?

As you reached the top of the hill, you took a quick second to breathe and survey the docks before you but what you saw nearly stopped your heart. There were normally a dozen or so ships that littered these docks but it looked like most of them had headed out early with only a few ships remaining, and the ones that were left? They looked like they were nearly ready to leave port as well.

With newfound urgency, you sprinted down the hill, yelling out to any sailor who would listen to your plea.

"WAIT!" you screamed. "Wait for me!"

But no one acknowledged you. You started to wave your arms around, your travel bag bouncing around as you continued to sprint.

"PLEASE! I beg you!"

As you got closer, you could start to make out the names of the few ships that were there. There was one ship called "The Happy Farewell" and you figured since they were closest you would try them first.

"Get lost girl," the ship's captain sneered. "I got no use for a girl like you."

"But please, I need to leave. You don't understand," you begged.

The captain clicked his tongue as he shook his head. "Don't we all?" he muttered. But he spared you one last glance before boarding his ship and something in your expression must've been wildly desperate because he sighed before nodding towards the ship two docks down. "Zeff's."

"What?"

"Go to Zeff's ship, girl. The Baratie. He doesn't have the heart to turn away desperate souls like yourself."

Your head whipped towards the direction the captain was looking and you saw the decent-sized Baratie standing there.

"But you better hurry," he warned. "They're setting sail as soon as we leave."

You quickly looked back at the captain to thank him but he was already walking up the plank to board his ship, barking out orders to let down the sails and hoist up the anchor.

Shit. You had to hurry.

You sprinted two docks over and once you reached the dock The Baratie was tied to, you saw a couple of men in white coats loading up the last of the crates of food onboard. You had just made it.

It was weird to you that these pirates were dressed up in matching white coats and blue bandanas around their collar but, hey, it could always be worse and you weren't in a position to be picky. You would even join a circus crew at this point.

You made your way over to the closest "pirate", a tall blonde guy that had hair almost covering his left eye. He was inspecting one of the crates, clipboard in hand and checked things off as he examined it.

"Excuse me," you huffed, trying to get this man's attention. "But I need your help. I need to speak to the ship's captain."

"Don't we all," the guy replied with a good-humored laugh and crooked smile, not looking up from his clipboard.

"Please," you urged. "It's important."

The man looked up from his clipboard and did a double-take, clearly not expecting a young woman like yourself, who looked like they just ran away from demons, asking to speak to the captain this early in the morning.

His eyebrows rose as he looked you over, his smile disappearing. "Are you alright Madam? Is something the matter?"

As his eyes scanned you over, you noticed how good-looking this guy was. And here you were, all sweaty and disheveled, your hair probably sticking out in all different directions. You prayed to whatever God was out there that you didn't have sweat stains on your shirt.

What a day this was turning out to be.

You ran your hands over your hair, trying to smooth down your flyaways and hoping you looked a bit more presentable. "I will be alright, when I speak to the captain."

"Anything I can help you with?"

What the- was this guy hitting on you? Your wandering eyes snapped back to look at this man when he asked that, looking to see if he really had the audacity to hit on you while you were begging for help, but you saw no trace of flirtation whatsoever, just concern.

"Ah- no. Unless you have the power to give me a spot on this crew."

The man's eyes lit up (you noticed they were blue). "Ah, so you want to join the Baratie? Become a chef yourself?"

You looked at him in utter confusion, blinking a couple times to make sure you heard him right. "Huh? A chef?" You looked at his outfit a little more closely and turned to examine the other men who were dressed similarly. You didn't notice it before, but they weren't just wearing any white coat, they were wearing a chef's white coat. "You guys are chefs?" you asked dumbly.

The chef, as you now noticed, rubbed his jaw as he tried to hide his smile at your obvious question. "Yes, Madam. We're chefs."

"So you're a pirate chef?"

The blonde cook couldn't hide his laugh at your series of questions, his blue eyes sparkling and white teeth showing like he had just heard the funniest joke. "No, Madam. We're just chefs. Not pirates or pirate chefs."

You felt stupid and felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Oh." But if they were all chefs on this boat, did that mean... "Wait- do I have to be a chef in order to get on this boat?"

"Ah well, if it were up to me," he sighed, "I would give you a spot on the ship regardless if you could cook or not." He twirled the pencil between his fingers as he crossed his arm in thought. "Although, we do need some new waiters. The dining room always seems to be short-staffed..."

You opened your mouth to quickly volunteer yourself even though you never waited tables a day in your life but the blonde chef kept talking.

"Or," he thought out loud," if you really wanted to be a chef with no experience, there are ways you could get into the kitchen. We do need a new busboy. Or girl," he quickly corrected. "Move your way up and learn..."

The sun broke the horizon, the morning orange light now fading into yellow. You swallowed. You were out of time. If you couldn't get a spot on this ship then your life was over.

"I'll do it," you quickly interrupted and nodded. "I'll- I'll do anything. A chef, a waiter, a busboy or busgirl- anything. I'll even clean toilets if I have to. I just- I need to get on this ship."

Your desperate plea silenced the chef, pulling him out of his musings and you could see concern wash over his features. But before he could say anything else, a voice called out from the top of the ship's plank.

"Oi! Sanji! What the hell are you doing down there, son?" the man with a tall chef's hat and braided mustache called out. As he made his way down to the dock, you noticed one of his legs was a wooden peg instead. "The sun's broken the horizon. I don't know how many times I need to tell you this, but next time we pull out of port late, I'm shoving my leg up your ass and you're off the line for a week."

Sanji shook his head, for once not caring about the threat of not cooking, and looked at his father figure, nodding to you. "Zeff, you need to speak to this girl. You have to let her join our crew."

You watched as Zeff followed Sanji's nod and looked down at you with raised eyebrows. It was like he just noticed you were there. "Her? For the last time Sanji, I'm not letting one of your one-night stands join the crew," he said with an exasperated sigh and turned back towards the ship. "Pretty or not."

"Wait!" you called out, grabbing Zeff's arm and immediately dropping it when he turned to look at you in disbelief. "I, I don't know him," you quickly said, pointing at Sanji and taking a big step away from him to prove your point, "My name is y/n and I desperately need a spot on your ship, Sir. Please."

Zeff studied you for a moment, eyes scanning your face. "People like you normally aren't 'desperate' to join my crew."

"But I am, Sir. I," you inhaled a shaky breath at the thought that this man could also turn you away. "I can't stay here. I need to leave. I'll do anything. I can even scrub the toilets."

Zeff regarded you with a short sigh. "Lass, there's no way I would have you scrubbing toilets. I'd make him do that way before asking you," he said and jabbed a thumb at Sanji, silencing Sanji's scoff of disbelief with a look. His face became serious as he asked, "You're serious aren't you?"

You nodded. "As serious as I can be sir."

The head chef became quiet, looking at you like he was trying to figure out what you were running away from, but it wasn't any of his business. At the end of the day, everyone had a past and he wasn't there to judge.

"Alright, lass, you want a position at my restaurant that badly? You got it. Your first service as a busboy- girl, whatever- starts tonight." He pointed a finger at you and with a stern voice asked, "Everyone on this ship earns their keep, alright? And no talking back. Understood?"

Relief flooded your veins at his words, you couldn't control the smile that stretched your cheeks as you nodded. "Yes, chef."

The corner of Zeff's mouth twitched upwards in amusement and he nodded once. "Good." As he turned around to head back onto the ship, he glanced at Sanji. "I like this girl. Wherever you found her...good job, son." He started walking back up the plank onto the ship and called out, "Get those last few crates up on here, boy. We got to leave, we have a dinner service tonight!"

You frowned as you watched Zeff walk away, a little annoyed at the thought that 'Sanji found you' instead of you finding him. When you looked over at Sanji, you saw him still watching Zeff make his way up the plank, beaming slightly at the head chef's praise.

"You didn't find me. I found you," you said to your newest crewmember.

Sanji looked over at you, a small mischievous smile on his face. "And aren't you glad you did?"

Before you could correct him or slap him, you heard Zeff calling out to you from the ship's deck. "Oi! Y/n! What are you doing down there? I'm not paying you to just stand there all day with Sanji! There's a pile of dirty dishes with your name on them in the sink."

"What? Already?" you grumbled as made your way up the plank to board the ship.

From behind you, you could hear Sanji's laughter and you could hear it until you made your way inside.

[halfrican-heat]

ALL MINE (Ony)

"You come here, I'll knock your pussy out the damn frame. Remember the last time I made you miss your damn plane? Remember the last time I wet you down with champagne?"

A/N: Hey! I'm down bad for this man rn, lol. I've got lots of ideas for him though, so yay! Happy reading :) Inspired by @lingeriae and this post! Requests are open, too! Get at your girl.

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (F receiving), Cursing, Public Sex (Outdoors), Cervix kissing, Wedding details, N Word Used, Black reader in mind, AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect, Dominant!Ony (when tf is he not in my mind), Depiction of marijuana usage, Depictions of alcohol consumption, Mild Dubious Consent; Beta'd by my besties <3

Pairing: Ony x Wedding Planner!Reader

Song Inspo: All Mine - Brent Faiyaz

His eyes drilled into the side of your head, trailing the curves of your body.

As maid of honor, your dress was a little different from the other bridesmaids. Make no mistake, your girls looked good with a t on the end. You made sure of that, but you all agreed upon something more…tailored for the lady making the most moves. So, your dress was designed to your tastes and fit you like a glove. It accentuated all your assets and Onyankopon was taking stock. 

The two of you had only fucked once but there was this heightened tension ever since.

During the entire wedding process, Ony had been a pain in your ass. Because he was the best man, the two of you had to collaborate on many of the joint events-- like the Engagement Party and Bridal Party mixers. He was a terrible flirt and spent most of his time trying to get in your pants. Then, if it wasn’t you, he was flirting with any lady he could. And they would swoon just as soon as Ony flashed that handsome, megawatt smile of his. 

But for some reason, Ony liked the challenge you posed. The way you were resistant to his charms. Unfortunately for you, Ony was interested in you. He liked you.

You dealt with his bullshit for a good while, putting in a valiant effort because you were doing your best friend and fellow soror, Kendra, a favor. Y’all went back to diapers and stuck together through everything. You were a celebrity event coordinator, specializing in weddings, so you were doing double duty by being her maid of honor and planning the entire wedding. But shit hit the fan between you and Ony the night of the final Bridal Party mixer. The two of you got into a huge blowout fight that ended with your cute little cocktail dress torn and strewn about the floor of Ony’s hotel room, his tongue licking champagne from places it shouldn’t have been. 

“You doing so good, ma.” He had whispered, fucking you into his sheets. 

You ended up missing your damn plane the next morning. Needless to say, he moved up on your list of people you wouldn’t mind spending time with. But he quickly moved back down the list after he ghosted you the next day. During the rehearsal dinner, you found him talking up some girl in the hotel lounge. He made eye contact with you as he flirted with her, looking away to give her his full attention. 

So, you kept it cordial and cute after that. You acted like it didn’t bother you. Did he have amazing, life-changing dick that made you want to murder him and the bitch from the hotel lounge? Yes, yes he did. But were you a classy, sophisticated bitch who successfully planned a destination wedding while being the maid of honor and dealing with Ony’s shiesty ass? Yes, yes the fuck you were. 

And no nigga was gonna make you second guess that shit. 

The “Lounge Incident”, as your friends lovingly dubbed it, had happened a week ago. Fast forward to the present and there you were, watching your best friend dance and act a fool with the love of her life. You were happy for her, of course, but it did make you feel a little wistful.

The wedding ceremony wrapped up two hours prior and you found yourself nursing a glass of champagne at the reception. You were pretending to be unfazed by the looks Ony was sending you from across the room. You stole a glance at him when you felt like he wasn’t watching you and…dear Lord. 

His white dress shirt was tucked into his green slacks, suit jacket long forgotten, with a few of the top buttons opened. His gold chain shined at you, almost winking, as it matched the gold Rollie on his wrist. He flashed a smile to one of his homeboys and you felt your knees wobble a little. You looked away quickly and crossed the room to find your girls. They were standing around one of the reception tables talking.

“Aht, don’t bring that energy over here, ma’am!” Your friend, Chelsea, said. “That man look like he ‘bout to jump your ass.”

“Please tell me y’all not about to fuck at this wedding,” Liyah groaned.

Your girls laughed loudly and you hid a smile behind your champagne glass as you took a sip. You risked a glance back at Ony, finding his gaze already on you. He didn’t care to hide the fact he was staring at you, not even giving the young lady in front of him a glance as she spoke to him. You whipped around, clearing your throat. 

“Bye, girl. It ain’t even like that.”

The table went quiet, all the girls looking over your shoulder. A shit-eating grin spread across Chelsea’s face as she raised her hand, waving playfully. 

“Hey, Ony.”

Your eyes widened as his chest pressed against your back, his warmth surrounding you. You tried to pretend to be unbothered as your friends gawked with wide eyes and smirks. 

“Hey, ladies.”

The smile was evident in his voice, sending chills down your spine. But you took a sip of your champagne with a neutral face, not acknowledging him. In truth, you didn’t need to. He leaned down so that his mouth was close to your ear, hands braced on the table as he trapped you against his chest. His chain brushed your neck, not helping the goosebumps erupting all over your skin. His words, low so only you could hear them, didn’t help either. 

“Say bye to your lil friends so I can eat your pussy.”

He paused as you turned your head slightly, your faces close to touching. 

“And stop playing with me.”

His eyebrow arched at you as he pulled back, taking a sip from his whiskey glass. He addressed your friends again, setting the glass down. 

“Ladies,” He said with a charming smile. 

With that, he left you standing there as you slowly looked back to your friends who gaped back at you. 

“Bye.” You said finally, scurrying from the reception hall as fast as your legs would carry you.

You found Ony outside the building, perched against the wall. A blunt hung from his lips as he gazed at you sidelong. You approached slowly, hips swaying with each step. His eyes never left yours as he sparked up and inhaled, exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt dizzy with need but you weren’t down that bad. Not yet. 

You took the blunt as he passed it to you. You let the smoke soothe you before you exhaled. You took a few more pulls before passing it back to him. 

“Take your panties off,” He said finally, after a long draw. 

You tutted, crossing your arms. 

“You just gon’ act like you ain’t ghost me, Ony?”

“I was wrong for that. But I'm here now, ain't it?” He said casually. 

You rolled your eyes, turning to go back inside. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His mouth teased yours, opening it as smoke billowed between the two of you. His arm slid down to your waist as you exhaled the smoke he gave you. 

He took another pull, exhaling, before he looked back down at you. 

“I told you stop playing with me.”

“Maybe I'm done with you," You bluffed. "Maybe I got me another nigga to fuck on now.”

Ony scoffed, tucking the rest of his blunt away for later.

“Aight, that’s enough of that shit,” He mumbled, grabbing your hand as he pulled you to the side of the building. 

It was a more hidden spot, behind large bushes that wrapped around the front of the building and off to the side. From there, you could see guests entering and exiting but they couldn’t see you unless they were looking hard enough. Your eyes widened as he kneeled in front of you and shoved your dress up your legs. You swatted at his hands, panicking as your eyes darted around. Ony stilled, his gaze hard as he grabbed your hands and looked up at you.

“Don’t piss me off.”

Now, you were down bad. 

You took a shaky breath as he released your hands, going back to bunching up your dress. 

“Hold that,” He said, tossing your leg over his shoulder. 

You did as he asked, taking the garment in your hands. Your body flushed with heat as he shamelessly nuzzled his nose against your soaked core, smelling your needy scent. He kissed your clothed core and pushed your panties aside, holding them in one hand as he slipped a finger into your dripping cunt. He moved the digit in and out, brushing against that soft spot inside you. 

“Oh, fuck,” You whined, your head falling against the wall. 

“Yeah, say that shit you was sayin’ now,” Ony taunted, sliding another digit inside. “This pussy all mine.”

You panted, bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, as you forced out your next question.

“What about that bitch from the lounge, Ony?”

“I was gonna try what she was offering, but she wasn’t you,” He said easily, his eyes glued to his fingers moving in and out of you. “Damn, ma. You sucking that shit in.”

“Ony,” You whimpered. “I don’t want to play no games with you--”

“I’m not. That shit not an offer to me when you’re around,” He said firmly. “Now, you gon’ keep complainin’ or you gonna let daddy eat his pussy?”

“Ony--”

Any rebuttal you had became a wanton moan as he didn’t wait for a response, his mouth descending on your clit as his fingers continued to move inside you. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying in vain to stifle the sounds of pleasure he was snatching from you. He pulled his fingers from you gently, spreading your sopping pussy wider as he fucked his tongue in and out of you. 

He ate you out messily, drinking up your juices like sweet nectar. The slurping noises were lewd as he sucked on your clit, teasing it with his tongue before dipping it back into your weeping hole. His performance was drawing pathetic whines from your throat as you tried to keep the two of you from getting caught. Heat pooled in your belly as his mouth on your core drove you toward a heated finish. 

Then, he stopped completely. You let out a confused moan as the pleasure waned, your orgasm evading you. The confusion didn’t last long, however, as you heard his belt coming undone. He pulled himself from his pants as he tore your panties. He hiked your leg around his waist and slid home without warning.

“Hold on to me,” He grunted, his other hand supporting your back.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder as he thrust into you. His pace was rough and deep, fucking you like he owned you. Maybe he did. Maybe you wanted him to. You muffled a scream into his shoulder as his length kissed your cervix, unrelenting as the drag of his cock against your tight walls sent you into oblivion.

“Fuck, baby,” He groaned. “You so tight f’me. Takin’ me so good.”

You choked back a sob as his tip brushed that soft spongy spot, bringing back the pool of pleasure from before. Ony noticed your reaction, angling his hips to hit it over and over again. Your whimpers and moans were his own private mixtape as you keened and cried in his ear. He stretched you so good, the feeling of being this full something new and foreign to you. Ony was a bad habit, and he was making sure you wouldn’t be able to kick him any time soon.

That pool of pleasure warmed further with each snap of his hips into yours. Your quiet, open-mouthed cries built in intensity as the temperature inside you began to rise, swirling like a tsunami. You felt yourself teetering on that delicate edge and so could Ony. He picked up the pace. 

“You gonna cum on your dick?” He taunted, egging you on. “You gon’ show me who this dick belong to?”

Your climax crashed over you as you slapped a hand to your mouth, muffling the sob that broke free. He fucked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as your body seized around him. He could barely pull out, opting for shallow thrusts as you came down from your high.

You sagged against the wall, trying to catch your breath as Ony pulled out. He fixed your dress and smoothed it down around the hips. He tucked himself back into his pants and dug his wallet from his pocket, fishing out his room key. 

He flashed it in front of your dazed face before placing it in your hand. He pulled you off the wall, making sure you looked good before nudging you in the direction of the front doors. 

“Go to my room. Third floor, 303. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You looked down at the key card in your hand then back to him. He sparked up his blunt again, blowing out smoke as he smacked your ass. 

“Go ‘head, ma. I’m coming.”

You jumped slightly from the impact and found your feet moving you out of the bushes. You stumbled back into the hotel lobby, walking on wobbly legs to the elevators with his room key clutched in your hand. Your girl, Chelsea, was coming from the restrooms as the two of you made eye-contact. She smirked, her eyes trailing over you. She subtly adjusted the top of her dress, nodding at you.

You took the hint, fixing yours. 

She went back into the reception hall without a word as you fumbled to press the elevator button. 

Your night was not over yet.

[teyums]

thinking about jake sully and how he talks you through it ౨ৎ {18+}, nsfw, got the sudden urge to write for jake??

“Breathe, babygirl.”

Eyes screwed shut and chest stuttering; you only remember to when he reminds you.

His hands, large and rough, but gentle when they need to be, cage the form of your waist as he helps you slide down on him, slowly. You can feel every vein pulsing against the ridges of your walls as he sinks inside and it has you mewling into the stuffy air, tinged with the lingering scent of your sex.

“That’s it—Careful, hon.” With your swollen lips spreading around his thick length for the third time tonight, you find your nails digging into the skin of his forearms as you clutch onto them for stability. Somehow, the stretch is always the same. Hurts all the same. Makes you cum all the same.

“Wouldn’t want you to go ‘n hurt yourself, now would we?”Jake chuckles lowly in your ear and your walls clench at that, which earns a soft grunt from him.

“N-no, sir,” you gasp with a quick shake of your head. He plants a wet kiss to the peak of your flushed cheek when he hums, little patches of saliva coating your skin as he drags his lips down to your now outstretched neck next.

“Mhm, that’s right. Wouldn’t be much fun, huh? What do you think?”

Jake knows how much you love and hate when he talks like this while he’s fucking you. As if you can actually hold up a conversation and respond in your inebriated state. It’s so hard for you to focus on what he’s asking you, and he finds it funny how you’re never able to answer his questions coherently and always settle for dropping your head back and whining out some expletive that he should probably be spanking you for. But alas, he was a little busy at the moment, so that’d have to wait.

Big arms wrapped around your torso, his toned forearms press right beneath the cusp of your breasts as his hips snap you up and into an involuntary bounce on his cock, which only pushes him deeper into your pussy every time you land right back in his awaiting lap.

“It’s gonna be a long night, princess.”

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[jiangyanlissidepiece]

Shen Jiu! Parenting!! Ning Yingying!!!

———

“Hi baby.” Shen Qingqiu cooed at the infant. He was a bit embarrassed at how easily he melted around Yingying, but she was his daughter, and he figured he was allowed.

This time, however, he’d forgotten where he was. In the middle of a peak lord meeting, surrounded by wide-eyed, incredulous stares.

“Do you think he realizes we’re here?” Wei Qingwei mused loudly, wincing at a kick he got from one of his martial brothers.

“Shut up! Do you want him to?”

Qi Qingqi was usually never speechless, but today, it seemed she did not have any sour words in her for Shen Qingqiu, who she always passionately loathed. Her mouth was catching flies.

Most others seemed to feel the same. Liu Qingge sat frozen in his seat, staring. Yue Qingyuan seemed startled and…oddly wistful.

Shen Qingqiu was in his own little world. “Oh my goodness, you’re so chubby…” he lightly pinched at Ning Yingying’s little cheeks and gasping in delight when she let out a little squeal of delight.

“This has to be a hallucination,” Mu Qingfang muttered to himself, eyes wide. “Were we poisoned?”

Ning Yingying caught her adoptive father’s finger in her tiny fist and shoved it in her mouth, drooling happily all over it. Shen Qingqiu just laughed.

Meanwhile, a certain Shang Qinghua sat in his chair with his head in his hands as he mourned the death of the canon universe.

[lilacthebooklover]

hey so do you ever think about the implications of half-infected paul with pokey in his mind? pokey doesn't have a hivemind anymore, they're all dead. but he does still have some semblance of control over his chosen lead- paul matthews. so he watches and seethes and his fascination grows as he observes his star from afar. paul is still a puppet, except now, he has a chance to tug against his strings. i want to see pokey use a human form and talk to him. i want paul to realise that it wasn't just a meteor that caused all of this. i want the dynamic between the most uncompromising eldritch god ever and his resisting blorbo to be explored. i want emma to get involved and go into protective mode. i want paranoid paulkins because while blinky may be the watcher with a thousand eyes, pokey always does enjoy a good show.

[zombiemollusk]

Going through the acc "dear-ao3" and nearly everything on there has been submitted by you and I just have to say I am in awe by your dedication to the cause

what can i say, it's weirdly fun to hunt down funny tags and comments and such for them. ✨

[loadedberetta]

my brain cannot function until I write this out

Ghost has a one-night stand with Reader and she gets knocked up

TL;DR she can't find Ghost, all she knows about him that his name is Simon and he's a soldier since they knew each other for about an hour before hooking up.

Ghost leaves for a mission, isn't home for almost a year. in that time, she somehow, somehow finds a lead on him. (Christ maybe she meets Gaz's wife in maternal care while she's pregnant I'm unwell)

then she's introduced to Price and eventually brings the kid in a carrier when Simon arrives from a mission.

he's not mad she got pregnant, he's not mad she's asking him for child support, he's mad at himself because he didn't tell her his last name so the baby couldn't have his last name.

(he asks her out on the spot, nobody can convince me otherwise)

[ibrithir-was-here]

Blood of My Blood:

"What Dreams May Come"-- Part 1

Part 2

(Credit to @animate-mush and @see-arcane for helping shape this nightmare sequence >:)

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thinking about mother figures in neverafter.

(no colour version under read more)

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

[yuufujimaru]

Honestly I would absolutely love to see that other twst x HP au someday. It would be funny to see the hp wizards getting their beliefs shaken and their shit rocked by the craziness that is twisted wonderland. Especially since they’re not on their home territory this time around they don’t exactly have the law on their side here.

Though I imagine tensions might be worse as they hadn’t had 4-5 years of yuu. Aka they haven’t dealt with night raven branded craziness. Absolutely no tolerance for it has been built.

I for one am looking forward to umbridge getting absolutely tortured in a world dominated by those she and Britain’s magical world find to be…less than

Anyways hope you feel better soon!!!!

I am actually leaning toward this more than the niche one, but I will be taking a month or so intermission to just relax and unwind from the massive project!

So there is that tidbit for you!

And thank you! My flu is much better now and all I have to deal with is a stuffy nose that can't decide if it's produced enough mucus for the rest of the year!

[muffinlance]

I really do love your writing and Salvage gets me through when I am sad or depressed. However, I was wondering, how do you cope when someone who wrote a review didn’t like your writing? If you’ve had this before… I had one today and I am dejected. I’m working through my perfectionism and I keep telling myself, “my writing isn’t for everyone and it’s okay.” Any advice?

If it was unsolicited, especially on a fanfic? Delete it, block the person if you feel like, then go do your rage activity of choice before forgetting about it forever. That person is rude and doesn't deserve your time anymore than someone bumping into you on the street.

I've also found it useful to actively think of my fanfic as writing practice, and not even my brain expects perfection from writing practice. It also frees you do Try Cool Things.

Now take this digital blanket and cup of hot chocolate and go reread your nice comments.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Adult Tim learns he appearently has a time traveling, dimension hopping, clone son named Danny who keeps evading Red Hood and Damian and leading them on wild goose chases for fun.

After confirming he was not de aged and he had a solid alibi for the past four days and the blood they had managed to snag from the kid (don't ask how) showed signs of cloning shenanigans did they finally agree on what to do.

Which is why they had the kid tied up like a mummy sitting on the couch in one of Red Hoods safe houses trying to explain to this very sassy teen that they had no intentions to harm him and just wanted to keep him safe and give him a normal life.

This, however, made Danny panic and phase out of his bindings before throwing a smoke bomb on the ground and yelling, "I'M NOT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!!" in the same way people talk about prison before escaping.

Red Hood looked Red Robin directly in the eyes before saying, "That one is definitely yours."