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aethon-recs · 1 year

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Tomarrymort Starter Pack: 10 Recs for Getting Started in Tomarrymort

I've compiled a list of 10 medium to longfic recs that I think represent a great on-ramp to the Tomarrymort ship, as inspired by @sitp-recs’ Drarry for Beginners rec list. These are the fics that I would use to on-board people to the ship — gorgeous writing, superb characterization, and just as enjoyable on the first read as the 20th reread.

As always, I am stunned by the talent in this ship! I tried to pick a good mix of different themes/tropes/settings, with a focus on elements that make for a good introductory work: the characters are recognizable; the setting skews more recognizable; both characters in the ship are a meaningful part of the story; the ship is central to the story; and the fics are for the most part complete (or updated within the last year).

(Standard rec list disclaimers apply: please mind all tags and warnings on AO3 before reading; this blog abides by the age-old fandom axiom of don’t like; don’t read; recs are in alphabetical order by title.)

This is Part 1 of a 3-part series — I also have an Intermediate reading list and Advanced reading list coming up for readers who have been with the ship for a longer time.

For now, please enjoy these 1.3 million words of absolutely brilliant Tomarrymort reads that I hope will keep you hooked until the very last word:

Tomarrymort Starter Pack Recs

A Dangerous Game by @cybrid (E, 284k, WIP)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 5 Premise: If Tom’s diary horcrux gains a body at the end of Harry’s 5th year (instead of his 2nd), and then promptly kidnaps Harry and holds him captive over the summer. Lots of smut ensues. Why I rec it: The characterization is truly stunning — Tom Riddle is undoubtedly a psychopath — manipulative, thrill-seeking, kind of an irredeemable shithead — but he’s also dazzlingly charming when he chooses to be, someone whose presence Harry quickly grows addicted to. Their relationship can get incredibly toxic and fucked-up at times, but Harry has top-notch instincts and can hold his own against Tom. The plot is absolutely gripping, with the threat of (the main) Voldemort, who has set his sights on reclaiming his wayward horcrux, looming in the background.

A Future Without a Face by @dividawrites (E, 115k, complete)

Setting: Time-Travel (1940s) Premise: If Harry travels back in time to Tom’s 5th year at Hogwarts, and Tom becomes obsessed with the new transfer student and wants nothing more than to possess him every way. Why I rec it: A 1940s time travel fic told entirely from Tom Riddle POV! Divida absolutely nails psychopath Tom — how he quickly gets singlemindedly focused on Harry, how the idea of possessing Harry consumes him, how he has no compunctions about doing completely fucked-up and destructive things to achieve his goals. There is so much tension between them from the start, so there’s not much of a wait to see some hot Harry & Tom action — and the conflict and tension only continues to build and build in dramatic fashion throughout the rest of the fic.

Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic (E, 260k, complete)

Setting: Post-Canon Premise: If Voldemort survives the Battle of Hogwarts and is initially kept prisoner in Azkaban, until Harry takes him into Grimmauld Place under house arrest. Why I rec it: This fic is an incredible exploration of Voldemort at his most terrifying. Even if he starts off the fic with his magic temporarily blocked, he is no less powerful without his magic. The force of his personality is powerful enough for him to chip away at Harry’s initial resistance — @metalomagnetic manages to write one of the most charismatic, brilliantly manipulative, and psychologically devastating versions of Voldemort I’ve ever read. Harry ends up in a good place by the end of the fic, but the journey to get there is a roller-coaster of emotions that have permanently imprinted onto my soul.

In Somno Veritas by ladyoflilacs and @lordansketil (M, 158k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Harry starts appearing in Voldemort’s nightly dreams during Book 6, and Voldemort becomes obsessed with Harry after realizing he’s his horcrux. Why I rec it: This is one of the most unique fics I’ve ever read in this ship! Every scene is told in alternating POV between Harry’s POV and Voldemort’s POV, so you get to see how every scene unfolds from both of their perspectives. Voldemort is so intense and just as terrible as he is in canon, so his character is not at all sugarcoated, and Harry has so much compassion and heart and manages to fall in love with Voldemort anyway. The writing style is gorgeous, with richly detailed and emotionally-laden prose. Also, one thing that pleasantly surprised me is how funny their banter is! There were definitely a number of times where I laughed out loud in the middle of an otherwise really intense scene. Bonus content: also comes with a lovely sequel that made me melt.

Inevitabilities by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (T, 103k, complete)

Setting: Same-Age AU Premise: If Harry and Tom attend Hogwarts together and go traveling around the world after they graduate. A betrayal leads to their break-up, but after many years, Harry returns to find Tom in Britain, and the two of them are drawn back together again. Why I rec it: An excellent same-age AU with unhinged dark Harry and just-as-unhinged Tom. Their relationship starts out quite dark and twisted and unhealthy — and only devolves from there. The fic ends with the two of them as equals — utterly devoted to each other — but in an incredibly fucked-up way: “He loves Tom like a forest fire; wild and all-consuming, he wants to devour Tom, to claim him, to mark him, break him.” Isn’t that absolutely breathtaking?

love is touching souls (surely you touched mine) by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (M, 34k, complete)

Setting: Time-Travel (1940s) Premise: If Harry gets thrown back into the mid-1940s and meets Tom Riddle as a young man just graduated from Hogwarts working at Borgin and Burkes. Why I rec it: When Harry accidentally travels back in time and chances upon Tom Riddle as a fresh graduate, he realizes this is his chance to make a difference. While Harry is only in the past for a brief interlude, he leaves enough of an impression to change the trajectory of Tom’s life. The dynamic between Harry and Tom is rife with tension and witty dialogue, and the story is set during Christmastime, which lends a very festive and heartwarming atmosphere for falling in love with each other.

No Glory by @obsidianpen (E, 254k, WIP)

Setting: Voldemort Wins AU Premise: If Voldemort figures out Harry is his horcrux when Harry surrenders in the Forbidden Forest, and decides to keep Harry instead of killing him. Why I rec it: This fic showcases the absolute, terrifying genius side of Voldemort, in a universe where he wins the war and captures Harry at the end of book 7. I am stunned at how skillfully @obsidianpen portrays Voldemort as a brilliant political strategist — the courtroom scene where he manipulates the story and the audience so well stands out as a top 10 fanfic moment in my mind. Harry and Voldemort’s relationship is chilling from the very start, and grows even more unhealthy as Voldemort gets addicted to Harry’s touch due to the presence of the horcrux, but Harry later learns to turn that to his advantage.

The Fire, Burning by @parsimmony (E, 35k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Voldemort discovers Harry is his horcrux after Book 6, and kidnaps him to keep him captive by his side in his bed, inside of a lovely greenhouse setting full of friendly snakes on the grounds of Malfoy Manor. Why I rec it: The prose!! I am swooning over the prose! Harry is Voldemort’s captive in this fic, but he is so much more than that — and the emotions that gradually blossom between them have so much richness and depth and are utterly moving that I’m still drowning in the depths of intimacy that were portrayed. Their relationship unfolds in such a gorgeous and unrushed way, and the setting is so unique too — a lush and overgrown greenhouse that’s exploding with exotic plants and friendly snakes around every corner that imbues the fic with a very romantic, dreamy quality.

the pleasure, the privilege by @being-luminous (M, 20k, complete)

Setting: Canon Divergence – Book 6 Premise: If Voldemort is doused with Amortentia keyed to Harry, and starts sending Harry bizarre and gruesome courting gifts, like the bodies of the Dursleys. Why I rec it: Breathtaking prose! Voldemort somehow ends up more terrifying when he’s trying to woo Harry than when he’s trying to kill him. Every single sentence had me on the edge of my seat, as Voldemort’s ‘gifts’ become more elaborate and devastatingly dramatic, until Harry basically has no choice but to respond to his overtures. The ending is incredibly clever in how it parallels certain plot elements of book 6, with an added Harrymort twist.

The Untouchable by @treacleteacups (M, 75k, complete)

Setting: Canon Rewrite (Books 1-7) Premise: If Harry starts out his first year a little bit more suspicious and a little less wide-eyed and guileless, and subsequently gets sorted into Slytherin. He has many of the same encounters with Voldemort along the way as he does in canon, but his interactions with Voldemort will end up leading him down quite a different path. Why I rec it: A snappy, fast-paced full canon rewrite that still manages to fit in all the essential Tomarrymort plot points, between Horcruxes and Hallows and the major events of books 1-7, in a compact 75k words that doesn’t at all feel rushed. It’s a delightful journey following Harry’s character evolution from an overlooked, peculiar child who relies on wishy-washy wish magic to a confident (and still endearingly peculiar) young man who can challenge and hold his own against the great Lord Voldemort. Voldemort’s obsession with Harry deepens with every encounter that they have, as he finds ways to continually insinuate himself in Harry’s life and his mind and his dreams.

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defnotriri · 6 days

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Modern! Zuko x Reader

You were out at a restaurant with some of your friends that you went to high school with. Everyone had a few drinks and caught up with one another. Talking about their recent lives with a mix of high school memories that were just unforgettable, the night was filled with joy and laughter. That was until Sokka had asked you a question.

"Hey, when are you gonna finally get a boyfriend and move on from Zuko?" The boy said, his words slurring. The comment had made you freeze up remembering the boy and your relationship. Looking at the table, you really didn't know how to answer his question.

You and Zuko had been the it couple since the last year of middle school and all four years of high school. Everything was healthy in your relationship, the friend group would go on triple dates, plus Toph since she didn't like the commitment of being in a relationship. Everything was going great and everyone was happy.

Until a few days after graduation. Zuko had stopped answering calls and texts from anyone and disappeared in general. The group would come by Zuko and Uncle Iroh's apartment but Uncle Iroh wouldn't tell any of you guys were Zuko went. After a while of grieving you were starting to feel better, your friends were always at your side and supporting you through the way. A smack pulled you out of your thoughts. "You idiot! You can't ask insensitive questions like that." Katara yelled as Sokka rubbed his head whining. "Jesus, I was just curious!" You stifled a laugh and told them it was okay but you just didn't know how to reply.

After about an hour everyone split the bill and started heading home. Suki and Sokka heading out first while Suki complained about taking care of a drunk man. Then Katara and Aang went to head home, taking Toph with them. You sighed stepping out of the restaurant and began walking home. Lighting a cigarette and taking a puff as you tried fishing your phone out of your bag. You turned your phone on and saw messages from an unknown number and a missed call.

Opening the messages, your walking came to a half, the cigarette fell to the floor, and your eye sight began to blur. Stuffing the phone into your bag and wrapping your arms around yourself. Shedding tears as you silently walked home, it was a good thing there was no one out tonight, you thought to yourself. Opening the apartment door while pulling out your phone, you slid down the wall, sitting on the floor.

"hey, it's zuko." The grey text read. you replied back cursing at the unknown number. "stop fucking lying to me. you aren't zuko, how do you even know him? leave me the fuck alone and quit pretending to be him. you aren't funny you're a shithead." Just before you could hit the block button you received a call. You hesitantly answered and the line was quiet for a minute.

"hey.." A familiar voice called out as your breathe hitched and you gripped the fabric from the hem of your shirt. "do you still believe that I'm not me?" Zuko said, his voice barely above a whisper but sounding desperate. Before he could say anything else you cut him off. "Zuko you're a fucking asshole! you think you can just ghost me and the others and then come back into our- my life as if nothing ever happened!? you left us without a word Zuko! You left everything behind and for what? Did everything mean nothing to you? was everything that happened one-sided the whole time?. ."

You sobbed out and after you finished the line became silent again. "don't call me back, Zuko." You finished before hanging up. You tried blocking him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“i understand if you’ve moved on. i’ll always love you, [name].”

The message made your heart ache as memories hit you like a truck. Would it be worth it to give him another chance? Would he end up doing the same thing all over again? Then again he was the sweetest person ever to you.

“you’re an asshole. come over to **** ***** *****”

When the text sent he read it instantly, you dropped your phone on the floor and shut your eyes. Was it worth it? It would be almost 4 years since you’ve seen each other. Did you really want him to see you as a mess after four years? yeah. yeah you were.

You sat in the dark living room, thinking. You hated this part of yourself. The one that will always let him in without a second thought. You were about to text him that you changed your mind, that he shouldn’t come. A knock interrupted your typing. You stood up hesitantly wrapping your hand on the doorknob and opened the door.

There he was, the first man you have ever loved. Staring into your eyes an unsure smile painted on his face. His midnight hair was long instead of the buzz cut you last saw him with. The piercing that once was on his nose, now gone. He’d grown and changed the same way you had.

“you left me.” You said with a straight face, but your eyes told a different story. When you said this his smile dropped and his mouth opened. Though before he could explain the tears were already falling.

“you left everybody! and now you’re coming back like nothing? i waited for you. what happened to our dreams together? was it that easy to just leave?!” You cried as you kept throwing soft punches to his chest while he just stood. No words were coming out of his mouth and his arms did nothing to stop you. You gripped his shirt and started bawling, that’s when he finally moved and wrapped you in a hug.

He kissed your forehead as you sobbed and he whispered a soft sorry.

“You were my everything.” His grip tightened and his body relaxed.

“Then why? why did you leave.” You replied with but you were met with silence.

“I- I went to the military. I never found the time to tell you because everything was just so perfect back then. I couldn’t bring myself to give you that shit news.” Bringing his hand on your chin to look you in the eye.

“you’re an idiot and i hate you.” You said with glossy eyes.

“I know.” Zuko replied and placed a soft kiss onto your lips.

“I wish i’ve told you.” Zuko frowned when he pulled away. Putting a hair behind your ear.

“Yeah, a warning would’ve been nice.” You rolled your eyes and wrapped him into a hug, enjoying his presence again.

The rest of the night was filled with his stories and yours. Which ended with both of you tangled in your bed. A dark room filled with soft breaths and quiet snores. Your legs intertwined with one another, while both of your arms were wrapped around each other. It was as if nothing had changed.

Eventually when morning rolled around, the bed was once empty again. As if no one had been there, you sat and considered all of it being a dream. A great disappointment painting your face as you headed to the kitchen. But to your surprise there stood the black haired man. Shirtlessly cooking breakfast as if he owned the place. With a smile, you pulled him into a hug from the back.

This would be your new life starting from now. The one that you had planned with your middle school sweetheart many, many years ago.

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Congrats on 2k!!🥳💋✨

As for the request- for the love of God, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 do a Seokjin + fake dating au where he realises he is falling for reader😭

i gotchu, boo!

the one with seokjin and without complaints

pairing: kim seokjin x gn!reader type: drabble | type: fluff | wc: 973 summary: you don’t want to arrive dateless to a wedding your ex is also attending. enter friend and local hero, kim seokjin. au: fake dating, drunken confession. cw: alcohol use & moderate tipsiness, blatant inspo. by “leonard cohen” — boygenius, not proofread tbh 🤪 rating: pg15 *regardless, my content is not for minors. minors or ageless blogs who interact with my content will be blocked.

When you pulled up outside Seokjin’s apartment building to find him waiting on the sidewalk, you were all smiles. He’d hopped in the passenger seat, did his best not to stare at you in all your satin-wrapped glory, and asked one last time if you were sure you didn’t want him to drive. You, despite your absolutely abysmal sense of direction, declined.

And then you were off, headed for the highway with only the faintest hint of anxiety vibrating through you. As you drove, you’d thanked him for his service — for the thousandth time — and he’d reminded you — for the thousandth time — that it wasn’t necessary. He’d meant it he said he’d do anything for you, up to and including spending too much money on a new suit just to make your shithead ex feel slightly worse.

After a few minutes of easy conversation, you reached the on-ramp and stopped at the red light. Noticing the song that shuffled to the top of the queue, he’d moved to change it to something that wasn’t garbage. With a flexed brow and all the emphasis in the world, you hit him with a challenge he couldn’t turn down:

“Seokjin-ah, if you love me, you will listen to this song.”

So, he’d let you enjoy your own questionable taste in music without complaint. Of course, he’d realized a long time ago that you were headed in the wrong direction, but Seokjin would’ve rather died than interrupt the full-blown performance you were giving within the confines of your seatbelt.

He couldn’t tell what prompted the butterflies to appear en masse in his stomach: the way you’d blushed when the song ended and he clued you into your mistake, or the prospect of more time to swap embarrassing stories the other somehow hadn’t heard yet. The unintentional detour had added an hour to the drive, but Seokjin had no complaints about that, either.

Eventually, you’d reached your destination and whipped into the venue’s parking lot at a rate of speed Seokjin could only describe as criminal. Claiming the last remaining space before some other straggler could snag it, you’d turned and shot him a wink that made him go a little bit stupid.

It suddenly made sense why you’d never been hit with a moving violation. Nobody on the receiving end of that smile could have the strength of will to ticket you.

“Ready?” He’d asked once he joined you on the pavement, glancing at the entrance before his eyes flicked over to you.

You didn’t look it, but you’d swallowed hard and said, “Ready.”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the first, your hand slipped into his and squeezed tight. Distinctly not ready, you’d followed his lead as he headed towards the front doors. Seokjin caught sight of your joint reflection in the glass pane as he pulled the door open. Your ruse would’ve fooled him if he wasn’t in on it, he’d realized. It looked right, you holding onto him.

The ceremony was exactly as boring as he’d expected it would be, but your head resting lightly against his shoulder was a sufficient distraction. Completely ignoring the vows being exchanged several meters ahead of him, Seokjin had spent a minimum of ten minutes trying to figure out what the scent of your shampoo was, and why it was giving him heart palpitations. When the newlyweds paraded past him on the way back down the aisle, he’d ignored that, too, and wiped the sentimental tear off your cheek with the side of his thumb.

Thankfully, the reception was proving to be infinitely more exciting than its predecessor.

Despite scanning the area several times, Seokjin still couldn’t spot your ex in the crowd of guests. You still danced as if that clown was watching, touched Seokjin’s arm whenever you laughed at one of his jokes with your whole chest. He was dizzy, kind of, but maybe that was the champagne.

No, he ultimately concluded. The champagne was currently working it’s magic on you, sloshing lightly in your flute as you set it back down on the table.

“I have a confession to make,” You whispered at full volume, smiling sheepishly. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

You reached across the table to take his hand and knocked over the aforementioned flute in the process. With reflexes shockingly quick for someone as tipsy as he was, Seokjin managed to steady the glass before it could empty onto the table cloth. Eyebrows raised, he smirked expectantly back at you.

“They aren’t here.”

Seokjin wasn’t following, and that was definitely the champagne. You squeezed your eyes shut and proceeded to spill your secret at a shocking pace.

“Chan told me a few weeks ago that their RSVP said no.” Your blush licked up your cheekbones like a wild fire. “I may have known that when I asked you to come with me. I just didn’t…”

Your voice petered out at the end of that sentence. You cracked one eye open to look at him in anticipation of a reaction.

“I didn’t know if you’d want to come with me if I asked you outright,” You sighed. “I just — I really wanted you here. You know, with me.”

Inside Seokjin’s head, there were no thoughts, only bells and sirens and whistles and fireworks exploding, sending sparks down to put themselves out on the smooth surface of his brain. He didn’t have words, but he did have hands; so, he cupped your face between them and kissed you with all the emphasis in the world.

You kissed him back with vigor until you eventually pulled back breathless. Shock evident in your whisper — and this time, it really was one — you asked, “You’re not mad?”

Like it was the hundredth time and not the second, Seokjin kissed you with a smile.

“No complaints.”

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kidstemplatte · 1 year

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I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone. i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint, but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader

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suzukiblu · 1 year

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Mother, Pet , Shock

Jesus, what in actual hell is Jason gonna do if he ends up whelping a half-alien kid in "no metas allowed" Gotham? Or if he has to explain to Lian that she's not her daddy's only pup anymore? Or if–

Jason pictures a sweet little redheaded newborn all nestled up to his chest, maybe softly glowing and floating or adorably stupid and wickedly clever or just ridiculously tiny and defenseless and all those other things all at once, and feels far, far too many feelings about the idea.

His heart fucking hurts with how many feelings he feels about that idea, in fact.

Alright. Ruled out sneaking out to get an abortion, apparently.

Jason can't actually be a real mom, though. He can't protect a pup with his lifestyle, much less properly raise one. Catherine tried, at least, but Sheila was an absolute piece of shit, and those are his only examples so far as "mothering" behavior goes because he is just not emotionally prepared to ever count Selina, and not even because of her actually being an alpha and therefore more the "fathering" type or all the times he tried to get her arrested back in the day. So just–just how would he ever know how to be a mom for some poor stupid kid who'd probably be just as much of a mouthy, difficult brat as he'd always been? How would he know how to be a mom for a kid genetically crazy enough to jack the fucking Batmobile's tires? How?!

Maybe . . . maybe Roy would want them, though, or . . . or something. He wants Lian even though she's Cheshire's, after all. And Jason couldn't put any pup up for adoption unless he was absolutely sure they weren't Kori's because of the whole alien superpowers issue, obviously, but that's what DNA tests are for, right? And who knows, maybe Kori would want them herself, if they were hers.

Jason would have to actually ask to know if either of them would even want a pup that was half him, of course, which just sounds like some fresh fucking hell right there.

"Mr. Luthor? You with us?"

"Not at the moment, no," Luthor mutters from the pavement, pushing himself up carefully and dusting his suit off with a mildly annoyed expression, like they're not currently in the middle of a half-destroyed city block while innumerable robot minions and Kal and Kara are all throwing down in the sky overhead. "Hn. Is there a reason the two of you are perched on one of Superman's pet teenagers? The more annoying one, even?"

"Convenient bullet-catcher," Mercy replies dismissively, shooting down a couple more of the aerial robots.

"Also surprisingly obedient," Hope muses.

"Asshole, I literally just saved your life and fucked up half an army of shitty robots to keep it saved, and as for you two, I did your fucking jobs for you, and all three of you are all gonna be shitheads to me about it?" Kon demands in exasperation. "Seriously?"

"Seems like a reasonable source of entertainment for the afternoon," Luthor says, idly watching Mercy shoot down a few more of the airborne robots. "Given that Superman's being inconsiderately dull and not getting himself punched nearly hard enough."

"Let me the fuck up already," Kon says flatly.

Clark wakes up.

Clark didn't even know he wasn't awake.

"Superman," Bruce says with absolute neutrality. He's wearing the cowl. Standing in rubble. Clark is . . . not standing in rubble.

Laying in rubble. That's what Clark is doing.

Bruce is looking down at him very, very carefully, and seems . . . reserved.

Reserved for Bruce, even.

"What happened?" Clark asks, trying not to concentrate on the little seed of dread that the sight of that reservation invokes in him. He can hear the heartbeats of other League members, here and there in the wreckage of the street around them. Hear civilians and city noise. Hear Lois and Jon, distantly, and Ma and Pa, even more distant. And . . . Kara–both of her–and . . .

"We'll go with 'electrocution', but I think we can safely say just about anyone else would've been virtually incinerated," Bruce informs him, distracting Clark from his mental rundown of people he's currently worried about. "Or just exploded."

"Ah," Clark says with a grimace. Well, that explains why his head hurts so damn bad, he guesses.

At least it was him, then, and not any "anyone else"s.

#joyfire #jason todd #kon el #superboy #clark kent #bruce wayne #plotbunny-bundle #omegaverse #abortion mention #did not have 'shock' so I gave you 'electrocution' lol #wip: jason goes home #wip: amazon kon #wip: the parasite

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jungle-angel · 5 months

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Three's Company But Four Is The Best Crowd (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You and Calvin were not expecting to take on a new member of the family at all, but in the end, it was the best decision you had ever made

Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse My dear, I hope this brightens the day a little bit, I hope it's not too much but it's something

"So technically he didn't get the question wrong but they whacked him on it anyways," Calvin rattled off as you and him walked up the street with Ellen in her little stroller and Six-Thirty on his leash.

"Are you serious?" you asked him. "Why? Arnie is one of your smartest students."

"Because he screwed up one of the formulas for balancing a reaction in a base compound and it ended with making a substance that smelled like a noxious fart," Calvin chuckled.

"So that's who the stinkbomb culprit was!" you blurted out. "I knew it!"

"I kept telling Arnie that he's gonna have to start a stinkbomb business," Calvin chuckled. "He might even end up getting a contract from the Secretary of Defense if he's lucky."

Your laughter was suddenly interrupted when something darted around the hedgerows, startling the both of you and Six-Thirty who began barking. To your amazement, it was a frightened little cocker spaniel with curly ears and a squished little nose. She whimpered and whined, pawing at both you and Calvin, begging as though she were in danger of something.

"What in the blue hell is this?" Calvin wondered.

From around the corner you could hear the shouts of miscreants and a familiar one at that, Frieda Burns's grandsons, Dean and Ritchie. They came around the corner with the rest of their neighborhood bullies but stopping dead in their tracks when they saw Calvin and you standing nearby.

"Where's that dog?" Dean demanded.

"Yeah where'd it go?" Ritchie cut in.

"I don't think you two little shitheads deserve to know," Calvin answered coldly.

"Listen Calvin," Ritchie spat.

"That's Mr. Evans to you, you little twerps," Calvin reminded them sharply. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners and respect for your elders?"

"Ma doesn't care what we do," Dean retorted.

"Yeah," said Ritchie.

You and Calvin both glanced at each other before turning your attention back to the boys. "Oh," Calvin said. "Well in that case perhaps we ought to tell someone else then. (Y/n) what do you think?"

"Oh certainly," you answered. "The last thing I'd want is for Father McDowell to find out about this little incident."

Both Ritchie and Dean swallowed hard, their little adam's apples bobbing in their throats. Every neighborhood bully feared the fiery Irish Catholic priest who ran both St. Mary's church and his end of the block like a Navy ship. More than once a big, tough bully had the gall to act up in front of the good father, only to be met with a birch rod on his backside.

"What in the damned hell is all that yellin fer?!" thundered a voice from behind the hedgerows. "Blast it! Can't a man work in 'is own bloody garden in peace?!"

"Shit! It's him!"

"Run for it!"

Six-Thirty barked and growled at them as they ran away, tugging at his leash and wanting nothing more than to go after them. "Go get'em boy!" Calvin ordered.

He loosed Six-Thirty from his leash, the dog taking off like a bullet as Father McDowell continued to thunder a string of obscenities from behind the hedgerows. The other bullies had scattered, but Six-Thirty had returned chasing Dean and Ritchie back up the block, the two of them clutching their backsides to keep from getting bitten before running smack into the priest.

"Well, well, what've we here?" Father McDowell chuckled icily. "Jest as I suspected, Dean'n Ritchie Burns. What'd ye two get into this time now eh? Breakin the windas down at Mr. Kennedy's lunch counter again are ye?"

The boys tried to make an excuse as Father McDowell grabbed ahold of each of their ears, the priest's wrath incurred even further when he caught sight of the frightened little spaniel.

"Oh-ho!" he concluded. "Chasin a stray were yas? Jest like your miserable excuse of a father and uncle ye are."

"Go to hell!" the boys shouted.

"Now don't ye gimme that!" the priest snapped. "I ever hear it outta either o' yer mouths again, I'll string ye both up by the balls by thunder! Now get yer skeeter bitten carcasses home to yer mudder!"

Dean and Ritchie took off, both terrified of their ordeal. Father McDowell gave a bullish snort as soon as they were out of earshot. "Detestable little piss worms," he hissed under his breath.

"Sorry to ruin your afternoon Padre," Calvin laughed.

"Bah!" Father McDowell said with a wave of his hand. "T'weren't nothin. Makes fer an interestin breakup in the mundane of it I always say. Now why don't the two of ye come into the garden fer a bit, Helen'll be home soon."

"I think we'll have to save it for another day Padre," you said. "We weren't counting on any of this."

Father McDowell tried to pet the poor little cocker but she backed away, a high pitched whine catching in her throat. "Poor little thing," he sighed. "I've seen'er down by Kennedy's lunch counter."

"Any chance the vet's office is open?" Calvin asked.

"Nah," Father McDowell said. "Last I saw they close 'round suppertime. Best bet would be for'er to go home with ye and go in the mornin."

You and Calvin scooped up the little dog and bid Father McDowell farewell before heading for home. You both thought it a little odd and funny that she refused to leave Six-Thirty's side, the same going for your beloved companion.

Back to the house you went where Pat and Henny were out on the front porch, waiting for Henny's husband Paul, to close up his barbershop and bring the girls back from her sister's house.

"You two are back early," Pat remarked.

"And it looks like they brought a little friend with'em," Henny laughed, setting her glass of peach lemonade down on the porch table.

"Funny story Henny," you chuckled, lifting Ellen from her stroller.

"Oh honey I heard it all," Henny laughed. "Marshall came runnin all the way back from the store and he could hear the good father givin the Burns boys hell."

You and Calvin went into the house to get Ellen settled and dinner ready, hoping that Henny and Paul would stay with their granddaughters. You found an extra one of Six-Thirty's food bowls and filled it with a little bit of food, the little cocker eagerly coming to eat and gobbling up her foot as though she hadn't eaten in years.

Sure enough, Paul came by with his and Henny's two youngest granddaughters, Betsy and Ruby, the four of them staying for dinner. By the time they had left, you and Calvin noticed Six-Thirty and his new little friend, laying together on his bed cushion near the window, neither of them wanting to get up as he lay his head on top of hers.

You had just given Ellen her bath while Calvin was reading to her from her little bedtime storybook, gently rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in her nursery. By the time she had been tucked in and had fallen asleep, you peeked back downstairs to find your two canine companions fast asleep.

"That is the oddest sight I have ever seen," you chuckled.

"Who would have ever thought that Six-Thirty would find a mate?" Calvin remarked, smiling broadly.

"Well, you and I found each other so it's not entirely out of the ordinary," you said.

Calvin pressed a kiss to your forehead and several down the side of your head and cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know she's gonna need a dog license, papers and a collar and her tags."

"We can do all that tomorrow," you laughed.

You and Calvin turned in for the night, eager to officially welcome your new little friend into the family.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

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fckyouiwontdowhatyoutellme · 8 months

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Okay. Fuck it. I said I'll get it done until the weekend but considering I'll make it into 3 parts now, have part 2 of 'Sanji having a tattoo and Zoro being super normal about it' before writers block kicks my ass again.

Pt. 1 can be found here

This part gets a bit horny and also kinda emotional....at least as emotional as these idiots can get. Enjoy😊

For a few moments the bathroom was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Then hell broke loose, or rather Sanji broke loose. With a kick to Zoro's stomach he tried getting the green haired man off him.

"The hell is wrong with you? Did all that moss on your head finally grow into your brain or what?!" he screamed. But the swordsman didn't move, eyes fixed on the tattoo. Sanji cleared his throat, aiming for another kick. "Mosshead, I'm talking to you!" he tried wriggling free but it was no use. Zoro still held both his hands in an iron grip with one hand, while the other reached out towards his chest as if the sentient seaweed was in a trance, unfamiliar gently tracing over the rose. It took everything in Sanji not to shiver at this.

"You know..." Zoro started, his fingers still tracing over the tattoo. "I really hoped you weren't that dumb. Tattooing some random girl's name, fucking stupid!" as soon as the last word left Zoro's mouth, he found himself splashing backwards into the bathtub. Maybe he should have seen that one coming. "Bet her reaction was comparable to yours right now, am I right?" Zoro asked as he hoisted himself upon the ledge of the tub. The shitty cook made an angry noise at that, stomping over to the swordsman.

Crossing his arms Sanji gave Zoro an angry stare. "What happened to asking about it like a good boy, huh? Instead you barge in here like a perv and assume you know shit about what I conciously put on my body! I didn't know what I expected from someone who only has alcohol poisoned moss for brains, but it certainly wasn't this!" he yelled, contemplating to just kick the shitty swordsman back into the tub. At least that would take care of his personal hygiene. Already raising his leg towards his opponents head, he noticed that the shithead wasn't even looking at him anymore. Ignorant bastard. Instead the green haired idiot was staring towards the ceiling and was that a blush on his cheeks? For a moment Sanji wanted to blame that on the overall temperature inside the bathroom, then he finally realised that he was still entirely naked and the swordsman literally had a front row seat to see his dick right now.

As soon as the shitty cook raised his leg towards Zoro, all thoughts left his brain. This sight was better than anything his imagination ever produced. Long legs still dripping with water, muscles flexing, ready to deliver a painful kick. He wished to feel them wrapped around himself, to mark them up with bites, kiss along them up to...No. As much as he wanted to appreciate those powerful thighs and everything between them some more, this was not the right moment. It took all his willpower to look at the ceiling instead of the very exposed cook infront of him. Why did he even go through with this stupid idea? He should just walk out and forget this ever happened, the cook wouldn't let him live it down anyway. Speak of the devil, said shitty cook shook out of his momentary stupor to grab Zoro's chin and force him back to eye level with himself. "First of all, my eyes are here mon chou" he almost purred with newfound confidence and Zoro felt heat curl in his stomach. "And second, you still haven't asked to see me like this, it's not that hard...unlike you".

Sanji didn't really know what he expected from teasing the mossball or where he took his sudden confidence from but he was still surprised when a callussed hand grabbed his wrist and a dangerous growl escaped the swordsman. "Don't fucking talk to me like that! I'm none of your hopeless flirts curlybrows!" he hissed, guiding Sanji's hand aways from his face. "I've already seen it now so there's no need to ask anyways!" Zoro sounded different as he said that, tho Sanji couldn't quite pinpoint why. This entire situation was too weird for them to think about such little details now. He never thought the swordsman would stoop as low as this just to see his tattoo. But here he sat infront of Sanji dripping wet and with a very visible boner. This was the weirdest thing of all and the blond had to dig very deep through his memories to not match the swordsman in his compromising position (For once he was glad to have seen his old man in the rattiest pair of underwear known to mankind). He wouldn't give the mosshead that satisfaction. Not yet at least. For now he wanted to sort through this mess that startet shortly after he joined the Strawhats and maybe finally tell the truth about the name over his heart. The swordsman didn't seem to buy the lie of Sanji getting the name tattooed for a random girl, so truth it had to be. Goddamn shitty marimo and the things his presence did to Sanji. He needed a cigarette. Or three. For now he settled on a deep sigh.

"Alright marimo, this is ridiculous even for us. Take care of your little problem and then find me in the galley. If I'm gonna tell you about this, at least I wanna wear pants" with that the cook yanked his hand out of Zoro's grip and made his way out the door. Zoro sighed. The love cook was right. This whole thing was ridiculous. The only thing he himself got out of it was the most embarrasing boner of his life and uncomfortably cliging wet clothes. He waited until he heard Sanji's steps retreat, then quickly took care of the problem in his pants. After cleaning himself as good as possible and wringing out his clothes he made his way to the galley. Hopefully all this shit was worth it, he just wanted to know wich poor girl was forever stamped on the cook's chest and if it was something he could use against him. With a teasing grin Zoro swung open the galley door. "So, who's the unlucky lady on your chest curlybrows?" he asked and settled on the couch. The cook already looked ready to kick him again and took a long drag of his cigarette. Oh this would be a fun story to hear.

"Will you finally stop with that assumptions you shithead? And maybe apologize first for spying on me" Sanji hoped he could stall for a bit, still contemplating to tell Mossball the same lie as anyone else. But he said it himself. He knew Sanji wasn't stupid enough to do something like this. And why was that idiot so determined to see it anyways. That was the question that drove Sanji insane the most. "Well shitty swordsman? I'm not hearing an apology and why are you so dead set on seeing my tattoo anyways, hm?" if he was to answer the swordsman, he also had some things to explain first. Sanji watched the still slightly wet marimo opening and closing his mouth like a fish, all while looking like doing the hardest mental gymnastics. Maybe it was mean to force Zoro into telling, considering he didn't like to talk about personal things. No. No, for once he had to explain himself no matter how uncomfortable it made him. Sanji was right there with him anyways. After a while, Zoro finally decided to speak.

"Well, I was just curious I think" he managed to get out. It was only half the truth but he wasn't ready to tell the shitcook the entire reason why. Zoro's eyes flicked around the kitchen, he couldn't look at the blond in front of him. Not when the images from the bathroom were still fresh in his mind. He never thought to see the cook like this close up and it was a sight to behold. Nope. Full stop. That train of thought had to wait until this conversation was over. He wished he could stand up and get some Sake, that always made talking easier. But noticing the ashtray on the counter filled with cigarette butts he at least knew he wasn't alone in his nervousness.

Sanji sighed. "Curious? That's what you call spying on me in the shower? I'd call it being a creep" he said pointing his cigarette at Zoro.

"If anyone's a creep it's definetly you curls. Seeing as you got some random girl's name tattooed" Zoro grumbled out, not caring for the shitty cook's sharp intake of breath.

"Will you stop with that? Have you even considered that it could not be a random girl?" Sanji had a hard time trying to keep his voice calm.

Zoro huffed out a half hearted laugh. "Well then, enlighten me cook! I already asked you once but you didn't answer me. So go ahead, now is the time"

"First off: you were drunk off your ass when you asked me, I doubt you'd even remember it if I told you back then. Second: unless you apologize, I won't tell you shit!" by now Sanji didn't even care if he was yelling. Sometimes that was the only way of communication the mossball infront of him understood.

"Fine shit cook! I'm sorry for being curious about your stupid tattoo! Now tell me who the poor girl on your chest is" Zoro yelled back and narrowly escaped another kick aimed at him.

Sanji took another deep breath. The mossball had sort of apologized and he was getting tired of his stupid assumptions, so now it was all or nothing. "It's my mother's name, shithead!" he said in a calm and measured tone that even surprised himself.

That left Zoro stunned. He blinked, opened his mouth, blinked again and closed his mouth.

Sanji took the last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in the overflowing ashtray. "Bet that never crossed your mind, eh marimo?" he asked looking at a still very much speechless Zoro that looked like he was questioning his entire being right now. It made him kinda nervous. Sanji never thought that the first person, besides Zeff, to know about his tattoo would be the stupid moss haired swordsman that is Roronoa Zoro. He basically bared a part of his soul to the one person he knew could destroy him with this knowledge.

After a few more seconds that felt like hours, Zoro finally found his voice again. "Shit, curls....'m sorry" he mumbled, looking anywhere but the cook. Feeling his curiosity come back he added: " Why didn't you tell the others?".

Sanji leaned against the counter, already fumbling with his next cigarette. "Dunno, they never questioned my cover story. I'm sure at least Robin-chan and Nami-san know it's not the truth but they never pressured me for an answer, unlike you dumbass." he chuckled. "The others would probably never believe you if you told them what I told you"

Zoro nodded. "Wouldn't have told them anyways" he said, decidedly not acknowledging the cook's provokation. Sure curlybrows mostly was an idiot but that didn't mean Zoro would tell his secret to everyone. He still had some sense of honor.

"Thanks, mon chou" the words fell out of Sanji's mouth before he could stop himself, mentally cursing the unusual fond tone of his voice. He blamed the weird time of night for it and hoped Zoro would ignore it like his jab towards him. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side.

"Anytime curls, thanks for trusting me with that" came Zoro's equally fond reply. The atmosphere between him and the cook was weird enough anyways, so what. The blond lowered his guard, so Zoro could too even tho he didn't like how mushy he sounded. Like a lovesick teenager, wich was technically the truth but he didn't really want to put that kind of feeling into the conversation right now and risk making things even weirder. So he decided to test his luck, maybe the cook would tell him some more. "How was she? Your mom, I mean" he asked, playing with the hem of his still damp shirt. Sanji looked at him like he'd grown three heads.

"Why the sudden interest in my family mossball?" Sanji asked. That question was decidedly too personal for the two of them and considering he wanted to keep his family history hidden from the world. His crew knew enough about him already. Zoro just shrugged at him. "Well marimo, I'm still mad at you for what happened in the shower so why should I tell you? Also it's late, I have to get up early and I believe you still have a night watch to get back to" with that he made his way to the door, running away from the question like a coward. "Good night!" he added before leaving the galley.

Zoro was left sitting on the couch, suddely very aware of his damp clinging clothes and the ruined moment between him and the cook. Damn this pretty blond bastard and his ability to scramble everything in Zoro's brain. And damn Zoro too for handling emotional matters with the grace of a bull in a china shop. Grumbling about Sanji and himself he made his way back to the crows nest where he stewed in his thoughts for the rest of the night.

#zosan fic #zosan #black leg sanji x rorona zoro #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #don't look too close for spelling mistakes i wrote most of this half asleep without coffee

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toloveawarlord · 1 year

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Event: Be My Valentine 2023 (Edition: Valentine's Day)

Pairing: Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

Prompt: "Spread those legs for me, beautiful"

Rating: 18+ Explicit

wc: 1.6k

a.n.: I am a simp for Ran Haitani. That's all.

The day had passed in a blink. Usually work dragged by but you were filled with anxious excitement and somehow you were climbing the stairs of the apartment complex that Ran lived in. Today was the day that all girls were scrambling to impress their lovers, and you were no exception.

Using the key that Rindou had loaned you, you were given access to the empty apartment. Perfect for setting up a surprise. Certainly, you'd spent an ample amount of time last night making some homemade chocolates, but that wasn't enough.

Taking full advantage of the small DJ booth that Rindou had assembled, music pumped you up while you unpacked all your things. Any girl could cook a meal for their man, but you were going to do more than simply make food.

A single text from Rindou alerted you to finish up your preparations. He had easily relinquished the apartment to the two of you, stating that noise canceling headphones weren't enough to block out the sounds.

Which you weren't complaining about.

"Baby, I'm home!" Ran called as he swung the door open. Love was truly in the air, and it was suffocating without you. Making out in public was one of his favorite pastimes. But instead of showing you off to the lonely shitheads at the bar, he was one of those bums, hanging out with his brother of all people on Valentine's Day.

He was quite thrilled when Rindou admitted to keeping him busy for you. It was adorable that you'd planned a surprise. You did all sorts of cute things like this, and it made him oh so happy.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" You were nervous, for sure. The two of you were intimate often, very often, but waiting, perched on the back of the couch in nothing but a bright red body harness, made you anxious, the excited kind.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Ran was known for his ability to control himself, except when it came to you. The harness invited his gaze to your tits, plumping them up. Violet eyes followed the straps down, crisscrossing over your stomach and leading to your thighs. He was too greedy to wait, practically salivating at the mouth. "Spread those legs for me, beautiful."

And you did. Slowly. You were on a high, feeling proud to have stopped him so thoroughly, as if he had short circuited at the sight of you. As Ran was drinking in your figure, you were studying his every expression. Lust. Love. His gaze intense, eyes hungry. His tongue darted out from between his lips at the sight of your pussy.

"All this for me, huh?" His brain finally disconnected solely from his cock, and Ran crossed the space to you. He needed to feel your soft skin under his fingers, needed to taste your lips right this very second.

"Well, there's also homemade chocolates if you're interested."

Ran chuckled, taking a rough kiss before answering. "Unless I get to eat them off this pretty body, it'll have to wait. Although I'm much too impatient for even that." His pants strained from how hard he was.

You leaned back enough to retrieve the bottle of lube off the cushion. "I'm all ready so no need to wait. I'm spoiling you today."

It was hard to tell whose hands did what, both rushing to remove his clothes. Ran could get frustrated easily when he was so turned on, which usually ended up with your clothes being ripped off.

"Fuckin' hell-" Ran groaned, struggling to unbutton his top. It was one of a kind and he wasn't about to ruin it. But you had been quite busy with his lower half, and having much more success. Your hand slick with lube rubbed gently over his aching cock.

He'd never been able to figure out how you were so fucking amazing with just your hand.

"Having trouble?" You teased, trying not to laugh at him. This was a side of Ran that no one would see but you. Frustrated. Embarrassed. A hint of pink on his cheeks and the most adorable pout on his lips that only lasted a second when you swiped your thumb over his tip, gathering the precum to mix with the lube.

And you were the only person who could get away with teasing him so boldly.

Freed of his clothes, the older Haitani could finally stop holding himself back. You were eagerly receptive, latching your legs around his waist and draping your arms over his shoulders in order to not topple backwards when he thrust into you.

Matching groans of relief came from you both.

"I won't let you fall," Ran said, securing you with his arm around your lower back. It was all the warning he gave. He had to satisfy his craving for you this very instant.

Fast and deep thrusts rocked you and the couch that you barely touched. The fleeting anxiety of toppling back was overshadowed by the sheer fact that Ran was practically hold you up with one arm and fucking you without any restraint. You found it incredibly sexy of him.

Ran muttered curses against your neck, occupying his mouth with the taste of your skin. He altered between tender kisses and nipping to leave plenty of hickeys. Not even the most violent of brawls could compare to the euphoric sensation that you provided him. "Fuck, so fuckin'- perfect, baby."

"Ah-- Ran-" You whined his name, the only fully formed word that you could muster. His cock filled you up, almost too much but it felt so fucking good.

He did adore the way you said his name. It sounded so sugary sweet and utterly filthy at the same time. "Gonna cum already?" He teased your clit, barely swiping his finger over the nub to make you jerk in his arms.

Your head bobbed in response, whimpering each time he tapped the sensitive bundle of nerves. You managed a soft, needy please. Although you were supposed to be spoiling him, it typically ended this way. You, a complete and utter mess begging Ran for more and more pleasure.

You'd never find him complaining.

"Look at me."

The deep violet of his eyes was your favorite color. They could command your attention without a single word. You could so easily lose yourself in their depths, so deep that nothing existed except for him.

"I never tire of looking at your pretty face, especially when you're like this. So, show me how good you feel and cum." Ran's grip around you tightened in anticipation of your orgasm. You tended to lose complete control of your body, which he loved to see. Rubbing your clit with just the right amount of pressure, your walls spasmed around him.

Your lips parted but no sound came out. His intense gaze held yours, allowing him a full view of your face when you came. The release came quick and hard, setting your nerves alight with tingling pleasure.

Ran nearly faltered with how hard you were squeezing his cock. He rocked his hips harder to keep thrusting into you even when your cunt was pushing him out. Combined with the filthy expression on your face, he was more than ready to fill you up with his cum. "Fuck, fuck-"

He shuddered, slowing his thrusts to finish emptying himself into your warm pussy.

All the energy drained and you leaned forward to rest your head against his shoulder, soaking up being enveloped in his arms. His gentle petting of your head could have put you to sleep. "There's one more thing."

"More than letting me fuck you in a body harness and chocolate? I can't imagine what else I'd ever need."

You untangled yourself from him and hopped off the back of the couch. "I am the best girlfriend ever, so of course there's more." You could walk. You could definitely, totally walk. Except your legs were not receiving the signal, more made of jello than muscle at the moment.

Ran snickered, lips quirked up into the cocky smirk that made you want to either punch him or kiss him. "Need some help?" It simply meant he'd done a good fucking job if you were wobbly after only one round.

"No, I do not," You answered stubbornly. Giving each leg a little wiggle to wake up, you managed to lead him to the bathroom without ending up a puddle on the floor. "Ta da! The perfect third gift."

The counter across from the tub had a variety of items from soothing lotions to hair care products and face masks. If there was one thing that Ran was obsessed with other than you, it was self-care. A little spa treatment after sex.

"You..." It was unusual for Ran to be speechless. He'd never experienced that warm feeling in his chest before you'd come into his life. The bathtub had filled by the time he collected himself. There were plenty of things he wanted to say, but it all came back to one prominent thing. "I love you so fuckin' much."

Ran wasn't the kind of boyfriend who found saying the word love difficult, but it still made you weak each time he did. "I love you, too. Happy Valentine's Day." You disposed of the harness on the floor, knowing that it would surely be a requested piece from him in the future.

The hot water soothed the soreness in your body. You settled in with your back against Ran's chest, both of you with hair up, face masks on, and a glass of wine in hand to have a relaxing bath. You weren't sure how you were going to top this year's gift, but you were certain that next year, you'd be even more in love with him.

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Snippet #7

CW: Profanity, Bullying(?)

[Sidekick].

Why’d it always have to be [Sidekick]?

[Hero] thought sullenly as they watched [Villain] hand a black card to a very pale and flustered [Sidekick]. [Villain] sensed someone staring at them and looked up, meeting a pair of dark eyes.

They watched [Hero’s] gaze flicker between themself and [sidekick], expression darkening with each passing second. Finally the piercing gaze landed on [Sidekick].

“Have you stared enough?” [Villain] growled, standing in front of [Sidekick] to block them from [Hero’s] hungry sight.

Why? Why do you only have [Sidekick] in your eyes?

“What? Did I interrupt your precious date?” [Hero] mocked, roughly pulling sidekick away from their nemesis.

[Sidekick] was startled.

“Wait tha-“

“Shut up [Sidekick]. You actually went out while you were sick?! What are you thinking!” [Hero] scolded them as they wrapped them in their scarf.

“You’re sick?! Why the hell did you come out to meet me then?” [Villain] asked [Sidekick].

Again. You’re looking at [Sidekick].

[Hero] subconsciously pulled the cloth around the other tighter.

“MMPH-?!”

They felt their irritation subside as they watched [Sidekick] squirm around, trying to untie the scarf.

“Ah sorry.. I accidentally made it too tight.” [Hero] said unapologetically. They snuck a glance at villain, hoping to meet their eyes once more.

And then they froze.

No, to be more accurate, [Sidekick] finally had enough and literally encased the two enemies in ice.

“[Sidekick] what are you-!”

“WILL YOU SHITHEADS PLEASE JUST LISTEN!”

They yelled, their voice loud, startling the two confused human popsicles.

“You “ they pointed at [Hero] “and You.” They pointed at [Villain], “Stop dragging me into your fucking lovers spat! Ive been trying to tell you guys for ages now, that you both are mutually in love! Get it? MUTUALLY. IN. LOVE.”

They pulled off the heavily knotted scarf off their neck, “And I am not your love rival! The only fucking love rival you have is your over imaginative brain!”

[Sidekick] threw the scarf at [villain’s] feet in a huff and walked away, feeling refreshed.

“D-D-Did I hear that right?” [Hero] gaped at the departing back of their subordinate.

“You like me too?!” [Villain] asked [Hero] with a very complex look.

“I THOUGHT YOU LIKED [Sidekick]?!”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“You’re always stuck next to them so I thought-“

“I was with them so that I could meet you [Hero]!”

“Oh”

The two thought of their actions so far and suddenly were too embarrassed to speak.

“I .. uh.. should probably apologise to [Sidekick]” [Hero] belatedly realised.

[Villain] gave a dry chuckle, “If they decide to come back and thaw this ice, then you can.”

Meanwhile

[Sidekick] : hmm I seem to have forgotten something. 🤔

[Henchman] : If you forgot then it probably wasn’t that important babe.

[Henchman] : Now open your mouth, I’ll feed you medicine. 😊

[Sidekick] : Aa~ ❤️

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I couldn't tell you why if I had to, but people have always told me, You're mature for your age.

It wasn't that I didn't appreciate the sentiment — Whatever it was — because at the very least, I could always tell it was supposed to be a compliment. It's just that I don't think I ever understood what I was doing that was so unusual it deserved a compliment, in the same way that most things that deserve compliments are unusual. I was never particularly smart, or pleasant to look at, or good at much of anything except, maybe, starting fights whenever they suited me. No, I was dumb, sour-looking, and bad at almost everything.

It was when our neighbour Betty told me the same thing that I finally realized why I hated hearing it so much.

Merle was right about you, The fat-faced lady smiled to me as I helped her hang her wet laundry in the sun to dry, her kids' laughter like echoes in the distance, their bicycle bells jabs to the heart. Sometimes I wish my little ones were more like you.

I remember watching the two kids in the dirty side-mirror of her small car, wishing I was more like them. But Merle had bragged to Betty that morning about how much I loved to help with chores, that I was mature for my age, that I didn't want to play.

It was as if I'd done something wrong without even knowing it.

I liked watching cartoon animals sing on TV. I liked doing my hair in the mirror and messing it up. I liked collecting sticks.

How could I have been mature?

Maybe it was because I never cried when I got beat?

It never mattered any — I didn't have a choice. It was already decided that I was, mature for my age.

Thank you, princess, Merle would croon to me, You're a good girl. You ain't like them other shitheads, is ya?

No, Merle, I'd reply, so many times that I ended up believing it, Never.

Walking in front of Glenn on our way back to the cell block, I sneak a glance at Carl at my side, catching his guilty expression.

I wonder what I did to deserve that rank, or if I ever even did?

Glenn takes the keys outta his pocket and unlocks the door for us. As it creaks open, I realize that I prolly shouldn't humour that line of thinking right now, because Lori is waiting for us in the cell hall as we step inside, gasping when she notices us.

"Oh, my God," She exclaims, spooking some of the others into turning their heads. "What hap—?"

"They wanted to find the infirmary," Glenn tells her before she can even ask. "Found them trapped in a room."

"What?" She looks from him, to us. "Are you crazy?"

We ain't supposed to respond that, but I'm guessing the answer is, Yes.

"What made you think that was a good idea?"

"All things considered," Glenn admits, shrugging a shoulder as he passes the duffel bag to her, watching as she unzippers it. Inside, there's pill bottles and bandages piled high, making for an impressive sight. "We made out alright. Got just about everything we needed."

Maggie approaches us as Lori stammers before sighing, "It's hard to be very pleased with this, knowing how you got it."

"He's alright?" Glenn asks Maggie.

Nodding sullenly and looking at the bag in Lori's grasp, she asks, "Is this from the infirmary?"

"Yeah," Carl answers defiantly, "Me and Harley went. We had to."

Lori sighs, "We appreciate that—"

"Then get off my back."

"Carl," Glenn scolds him harshly. "Don't talk to her like that."

"Don't worry about it." Flustered, Lori brushes him off and nudges Carl's shoulder. "Just go wait for your father. Both of you."

We're so fucked, I think to myself as Carl lets out a begrudging huff and spins on his heels, stomping off in the direction of the dinner hall. With one last guilt-ridden glance at Glenn, I turn and follow the boy through the gate, unsure if I wish we had not gotten caught, or if we had just not gone at all. I sit next to him on one of the benches, with nothing else to look at except for the single door across from us.

An awkward silence settles in as Carl takes off his hat and sets it in his lap, fiddling with the brim.

"Sorry about before." He looks up at me, regret swimming in his sky-coloured eyes. "With the walker. I should've killed it."

It weren't exactly the best part of my day, but I don't blame him for it.

"It's okay."

"Not really," He insists, putting his hat back on. "Glenn was right. If he wasn't there—..."

I watch as he glances at something over my shoulder — Herschel's cell.

"I-I just didn't have a clear shot," He continues, meeting my gaze again. "Its head was so close to yours. I didn't wanna accidentally sh—"

"Okay," I interrupt him. "I'd be mad at'cha if ya did that."

I kinda need my head.

He pauses for a moment, before seeming to forgive himself, smiling a little. "Anyway. I just wanted to say that, before— Y'know."

Before our Dads get back.

"You make it sound like we're 'bouta die," I joke.

He shrugs fully, as if to say, You never know.

I'm counting the stains on my boot when the door opens.

"Food's here," T-Dog calls out with a toothy grin on his face, peeking out from behind the cardboard boxes in his grasp.

Carl and I stay quiet as Glenn and Lori come out from the cell hall to greet him and Rick, asking them where they found so much food. According to a very happy T, we got canned beef, canned corn, and even canned cans, all thanks to a deal they made with the prisoners, who I suppose have accepted by now that money ain't the way to bargain no more. They didn't look like the deal-making sort, but I know they don't have to be. It must've been that in exchange for some of their food, Rick didn't hang them all from a rafter somewhere.

As T-Dog heads into the cell hall with the boxes, Rick places the two big bags of dried corn on the table.

Sparing us a short glance, he asks Lori, "Any change?"

"Bleeding is under control and no fever," The woman tells him, tucking her hair behind her ear with a blood-stained hand, and hesitating before she adds in a lower tone of voice, "But his breath is labored, his pulse is way down, and he hasn’t opened his eyes yet."

Rick opens his mouth to reply, but she cuts him off.

"And that isn't even the worst of it," She says coldly, nodding in our direction. "Guess what happened while you were gone?"

Just tell him already, I sigh to myself, wanting the band-aid to be ripped off already. Carol had the nerve to call us dramatic.

He frowns. "What?"

"They snuck out," Glenn admits, putting his hands on his hips. I watch Rick's expression morph from concern into something sharper, and more like cold anger. "Slipped right past us while we had our backs turned. Wanted to find the infirmary and get supplies."

"Nobody was hurt, thank God," Lori quickly interjects. "But this is something that affects all of us."

"Just thought you'd wanna know," Glenn adds.

Without even saying anything in reply, Rick calls out T-Dog's name, ordering him to go keep an eye on the prisoners.

"Tell Daryl to get in here," He adds in passing.

"Oh, God," I groan, but not quietly enough.

He agrees, "'Oh, God,' is right."

When my Dad appears in the doorway, approaching us with a frown on his face, all I want to do is grab ones of them spoons from the table nearby and start digging a grave for myself. Rick doesn't waste any time telling him what's going on, and I know I just said I wanted all of this to be over with already, but I take that back. My Dad's body seems to flood with anger as if it were just more blood in his veins.

"You did what?" He snarls at us, his lips curling into thin lines around his teeth, loud enough to make us flinch.

"There's far more pressin' matters for us to worry about right now," Rick lectures us, leaning back against the table opposite us and crossing his arms over his sweaty chest, "Than chasing after the two of you, 'cause you wanna go around playin' superheroes."

"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me," Dad grumbles as his outburst wears off, turning to pace around in the background.

"I shouldn't even be wastin' my breath on this," He says.

"Then don't," I quip. "We get it."

We all have a role, or whatever it was that Herschel said to us before his role almost killed him, anyway.

"No, I don't think you do." He argues, looking back and forth between me and Carl. "I'on think you get it at all."

"We put ourselves in danger," Carl says boredly.

"When you were specifically told not to," He pointedly adds, as my Dad sits down on the bench behind him, lacing his fingers in front of his mouth, glaring at us over his dirty knuckles. "I got T in the other room babysittin' the prisoners right now. I got a cell block to clear out, so that I can keep y'all safe in here; y'all don't have to sleep with your eyes open anymore. I'm not havin' tea and biscuits with 'em."

"We didn't think you were." Carl says convincingly. "We know this isn't a game. We know it's hard work."

"Hard work?" Dad interjects, pointing to the cell hall. "Look at that stump on Herschel's leg and tell me it's hard work."

The boy falters a little. "Okay. Okay, it's not hard work. It's—..."

"It's life or death."

I couldn't feel worse about what happened to Herschel — In fact, I feel partly responsible for it all just by the simple fact I weren't there to help — but to tell the truth, I couldn't give less of a shit that it's life or death out there. Why the Hell should I?

"What?" I can't stop myself from sassing, "So, it's fine if Herschel dies, but not us?"

"Harley, who here do you know is fine with Herschel dyin'?" Rick asks to make me feel stupid. "Maggie? Beth? Me?"

"Nobody, but— Y'all let him go wit'chu in the first place!"

"He's capable."

"So am I," I retort. "And don't talk to me 'bout, 'You're only nine,' because every one'a y'all have messed up at some point, too!"

"I'm not saying we haven't," He placates sternly. "We mess up all the time. But when push comes to shove, could you take me down?"

"Yes," I say without thinking, because that question makes no sense.

"Really? You could knock me on my ass?"

"Wanna find out?"

"Hey," My Dad grits. "Watch yer mouth."

"Because that's what you're gonna be face to face with when you're squarin' up to a walker, Harley. You got your knife. Your gun. You know how to take 'em down when they're behind a fence or twenty yards away. But at the end of the day, you ain't even pushin' four and a half feet yet, and you know as well as I do they'd eat you alive out there, no matter how tough you think you are. No matter how strong."

I hate that he's right. I sure couldn't take down that walker that had me by the arm before.

"Hell." He lets out a little laugh. "I've known full-grown men that thought the same thing."

"But I'm mature for my age," I say even though it means nothing, because even if it don't feel like it, I know it must be true.

Dad frowns deeply. "Who told you that?"

"Merle," I admit easily. "And Betty, and Mrs Kannard, and Dennis' Momma, and even Uncle Kyle. They all said it."

"Baby," He sighs harshly, always faltering at the mention of his brother. "You're just a kid. You ain't mature for nothin', alright?"

"So they was all lyin', then?"

"Yes. Yes, that's what people say to kids who ain't allowed to be kids," He explains without confusion, battling with his own impatience. "That's what they say so's they can boss ya around and make ya feel bad for cryin' after they make ya cry. S'just nonsense."

"It's not," I tell him. "It's 'cause I ain't like other kids. I'm— I'm tough. So's Carl. That's why."

"You're tough," He agrees, "But you ain't no different. You're just as dumb as any other kid I've ever met. Just as innocent."

Funny how when I'm bragging about how mature I am, I feel my smallest. I'm a phoney.

I guess it was all just another one of Merle's lies, then.

"I know you wanna help. I think it's really admirable of you. It shows you care; you have courage. It don't change the fact that these are your lives we're talking about here," Rick says softly after a long pause. "And I'm not gonna explain to you why that's important."

Embarrassed, I resume counting the stains on my boot because at least with this, there's a simple answer. I think he was right. I didn't get it. I ain't even sure I do now. It's all so confusing that it's makin' my head hurt like a sore thumb. What I learnt is that I'm important, but I'm not important enough to make a difference. I'm tough, but I'm also dumb and innocent, and for some reason, even though I love Herschel like he's my grandpa, and he's the reason so many of us haven't lost our minds yet, his life is more expendable than ours.

All I want to be is what people think I am. Merle thought I was mature. Carl thinks I'm helpful. Dad thinks I'm tough. I can't control what they think about me, but I can prove 'em right. If I's what I thought I was, I'd just be a useless girl, and I couldn't bare it.

"I'm going to assume the message was made clear." He says. "We can talk more later, alright?"

This ain't what I signed up for when I said yes to Carl.

As Rick pushes himself off the table, my Dad jokes, "Seems like you're always talkin' more later, Grimes."

"Tell me about it." He muses tiredly. "I need to go speak to Lori and then we can head out."

"Sure."

As he walks away, Dad scratches at his temple and considers me and Carl, before he drops his hand.

"That was fuckin' stupid, sneakin' off like that." He says plainly, like he's telling us the sky's blue. "You get that, right?"

"Yeah," We both say.

"I'm gonna throw y'all to the walkers if it ever happens again, ain't that right?"

"Yeah," We say again.

He slowly nods to himself. "Good. 'Cause I mean it. They like little kids the best."

Against my own will, I'm suddenly scrunching my nose at him and smiling. "No, they don't, Dad."

"Sure they do. They told me."

Carl clearly doesn't buy it. "Walkers can't talk, Daryl."

"That's what they want you to think," He says ominously, grabbing his crossbow and standing from the bench. "Tell ya what — We gon' be gone a while, but when we get back, I'mma be pickin' off some of them walkers in the courtyard. Need me some volunteers."

"Me," I quickly stick my hand up like I'm in school again. "I'll do it."

"And me," Carl nods.

"Okay," Dad lilts as I lower my hand. "But only if you're free."

"We're free," I confirm. Anything is better'un washin' dishes. "We're super free. Free-est we ever been."

His mouth twitches up into an amused smirk. "Alright, then."

Rick marches back into the dinner hall, stuffing a glock in the back of his pants line and nodding toward the door. "C'mon. We're up."

"Stay your asses in the cell block this time," He warns us before slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and following after him.

The door clatters shut.

I let out a big breath.

"We're alive," Carl says, shocked.

Not wanting to jinx it, I stand from the bench and we head back into the cell hall together.

End Notes.

The phrase, "You're mature for your age," in my opinion, is almost never a good thing. Or even true!

As a kid who was told this all the time growing up, I know that it's mainly because of people mistaking trauma in children for maturity. I wanted to reflect my experiences in Harley's. I make a point try not to project any of my own feelings or opinions onto characters because I want them to stay authentic, but I felt like it would be plausible that she went through the same thing as I did.

Hope you enjoyed this short chapter!

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