#the little evil look they gave to each other before going in for the attack

[fizzie-frog]

They're like "You have one (1) canoodling session time available to run"

We done kissin' now we fck up bitchess.

[rowiewritesstuff]

Hi! Can I request poly hcs of yandere bayverse Optimus Prime & Megatron with fem reader. Could you possibly add some fluff? Thank you, love ur blog! 💕✨

Bayverse Poly! Yandere Optimus Prime X Reader X Megatron

A little longer than I meant, oops-

You’re Sam Witwickey’s sibling. You were more well-read than your brother, and much more polite. When Sam said that he was going to sell your great-great grandfather’s glasses, you were appalled. You immediately snatched them away from him. 

“These are antique! So are these!” You snatched other items up. “You can’t sell them, bozo!” 

“But I need the money! For the car!” Sam tried to grab them back. 

“What if I paid for a portion of it?” 

Sam halted his movements. “What?” 

You huffed. “I’ll pay for some of the car- but YOU have to make sure to give me rides sometime.”

“YES!” He coughed, “I mean, yeah. Sure. You’re my sibling, of course you’d get rides.” 

Then it happened- you met the Decepticons on the way to get the glasses fixed up. You dropped them off at the small antique shop and began your walk home.

A patrol car’s lights went off next to you, and you pulled off to the side into an alleyway. What shocked you the most, however, was when it transformed into a literal robot. You felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

“Frag.” Barricade muttered, pressing his servo to his helm. “Barricade to Starscream. I have the human, but they are unconscious.” 

“Bring them to me.” Starscream ordered.

Before Barricade could respond, a loud honk echoed around the alley and a semi slammed into him. Optimus quickly transformed and snatched you off the ground, handing you off to Bumblebee. “Get them to safety!” 

Bumblebee drove off with you in tow, and Sam quickly shook you awake. “Sam?” You asked. “What happened?” You suddenly remembered the giant robot that had forced you into the alleyway. “The robot-!” 

“Yeah, there’s a few of them. I’ll explain in a bit- where are the glasses?” 

“Back at the antique shop… why?”

Right after you went back to grab the glasses, you met the others. The situation was explained to you, and you were scared. You just wanted to go home and sleep. Unfortunately, as soon as you got home, people from ‘sector seven’ were there to take you away. 

You sat crying in the backseat as Sam and Mikela tried to comfort you. “It’ll be okay, (Y/N).”

“No it won’t!” Simmons said from the front seat. “Not unless you tell us what you kn-” 

The car slammed forward. Optimus ripped off the roof of the car. “Taking the children and (Y/N) was a bad move.” 

Optimus scooped you up to sit you on his shoulder, holding their weapons on the aggressors the entire time. 

When Sam and Mikela got taken, you stayed with Optimus. Once you all discovered where the allspark was, the Autobots began the journey there- you in tow. You wanted to go home, but Optimus wouldn’t let you. He said it was too dangerous to let you go back home.

During the trip, you and Optimus talked a lot. You both got to know each other really well. Despite it only being a few days, you developed a crush on him. 

During the battle, Optimus gave you and Sam an order- push the Allspark into his chest, and kill him. You shook your head as Sam moved to do as he was told. 

“NO, SAM!” You snatched it away. You looked at Megatron and brought the cube near him. 

A wicked grin appeared on his faceplates, and he held his servo out. “Good, yes, human! Bring it to me!”

A sadness painted your face. Yes, Megatron was evil- but you never wanted to take a life. “I”m sorry,” You whispered. Megatron’s face contorted in rage as you shoved the allspark into his chest. 

Before he died, he looked into your eyes. “I’ll get you for this, human!”

You never recovered from taking a life. Optimus was thankfully there for you, and you both grew extremely close. You were one of the few civilians permitted on the base, often helping out. Your official title was ‘liaison’. Even Galloway liked you. 

You were visiting Sam when the Decepticon attacked. You were all running for your lives, with you not understanding a thing of what was going on. Mikela’s car was swept up into the air by a helicopter. You were screaming loudly as it took you all away, and screamed even louder when the car was dropped through a roof and sawed into. 

Everyone stood up as Starscream spit at you. A deep voice came from behind you all. “Come here, boy.” Megatron hissed. Sam began walking towards him with his hands up. “Closer.” 

“Sam, no.” You whispered in fear. Megatron’s eyes met yours for the first time since you took his life. Your body froze as still as you could make it. 

Before you could say anything Megatron grabbed you up from where you were standing and held you in his servo. Sam yelled out your name. “SHUT UP!” Megatron yelled and slapped Sam across the room. 

“SAM!” You and Mikela shouted in fear. “Don’t hurt him! Please!” You begged. 

Megatron simply ignored you and pinned Sam down with his over servo. “It feels good to grab your flesh. I’m going to kill you. Slowly- painfully- but first, we have some delicate work to do.” Sam kept struggling as Megatron mocked him. “Ohhh, I could snap your limbs off.”

You struggled in the servo you were tightly held in. “Wait! It was me that killed you, so let him go! He didn’t do anything!”

Megatron squeezed you tighter in his grasp. “Oh, I have something much better planned for you. Now wait your turn.” You struggled to breath as the air left your lungs. Just before you passed out, he loosened his grip. It was a warning- if you weren’t quiet, he’d knock you out.

You watched in horror as a minicon send a small bug into Sam’s mouth. You had to look away in fear you’d throw up from the sight. In your mind you were hoping for Optimus to find you, to save you.

Your prayers were answered as Optimus and Bumblebee came slamming through into the building firing off shots. Megatron quickly stashed you in his subspace and began fighting Optimus. 

You were thrown around in the tight space and you hoped that Optimus would figure out you were in there. Sounds were muffled, but you could make out sounds of blasting. Soon enough, the sounds faded. The subspace opened and you were taken out into the sunlight. It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did your heart stopped in your chest. 

On the ground before you was Optimus- a giant hole in his chest. He was obviously dead. You felt tears well up in your eyes as a wail left your throat.

“You’re mine now, human. Optimus will never be able to save you again.” 

Megatron took you with him to his hideout. He was originally going to use you to make Sam come out of hiding, but he soon realized why Optimus kept you around. You were smart for your race, and offered fairly good advice (even if said advice was forced out with the threat of violence). The Fallen left you alone, seeing the logic in a living hostage. 

In your short time there, Megatron had begun to grow feelings for you. He didn’t bother denying them- he was a Decepticon. If there was something he wanted, he’d take it. 

After his defeat and the Fallen’s death in Egypt, Megatron offered Optimus a deal he couldn’t pass up. 

“Why don’t we share them? Frag this war, and just hide away?” 

Optimus glared at him. “Do you really expect me to believe you?” 

Megatron chuckled. “You can either accept it, or never see them again, Prime.”

Optimus had no choice but to accept. They hid out on a small island, inhabited with nothing but animals. You were protected as long as you were with them. You also had plenty of books, food, and water. Anything you asked for, except your freedom, was given to you. 

However, at night, when everyone was resting, you were building a raft. You had a book that they gave you that had some basic instructions. When you set off, the raft was surprisingly sturdy. Your supplies were enough to last for a few days- hopefully when you would find someone to help you. 

When you heard the familiar sound of a jet, tears filled your eyes. You shouldn’t have even bothered to try. Megatron scooped you up and brought you back. When you got there, Optimus was waiting with a horrible glare on his face. 

“Where did you think you were going?” He growled. 

Tears fell before you could stop them. “I just wanted to see my family! My friends!” 

Optimus and Megatron felt a smidgen of guilt. Megatron held you closer as Optimus lifted your chin to make you look at him, a gentle smile on his faceplates. “And you will see them,” he petted your hair a little, “When you learn to behave. I can’t allow them to take you from me-”

“Us.” Megatron growled. 

Optimus glanced at him and back to you. “Us. You are ours. We won’t let you get away.”

Megatron chimed in with a sadistic grin on his faceplates. “If you ever try again, I’ll lock you away so you’ll never see the sun again. Understand?” 

All you could do is nod as a soft smile came to Optimus’ faceplates. “Good.” 

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Trust

part 9 of DLM ao3

After the stew was done and Danny got out of the shower they all sat down to eat. They ate in silence for a while neither one of the bats wanting to push Danny into feeling uncomfortable, but Jason had a question he wanted to ask. He probably should have asked earlier, but he’ll blame it on the shock for not thinking of it sooner.

“Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?” Danny said, setting his spoon down.

“How did you know it was me?”

Danny tilted his head and squinted, “What do you mean?”

Jason gestured with his spoon, off to the side Dick was watching them, his gaze analytical. “I mean, how did you know the guy in a red helmet was me?”

“Oh.” Danny settled and picked up his spoon again, through a mouthful of soup he answered, “It wuz th’ same ectoplasmic signature.”

Jason stared. He glanced at Dick, but he also looked confused.

Across from them Danny paused and glanced between them warily. He stared at Dick for a moment before turning to Jason. “Like I mentioned before, we’ve both been… death touched. And when someone’s been death touched a bit of ectoplasm gets incorporated into their system, the amount of ectoplasm varies depending on the situation. But when ectoplasm binds with a person it develops its own unique chemical signature. You can think of it like DNA. Ghosts and some machines can sense the differences, so when I came across Red Hood, I could sense that it was you.”

“Huh.” Jason said unable to come up with anything else in the face of discovering that he gave of what probably amounted to his own unique radioactive signal.

“And you said some machines can track this?” Dick asked. Jason was thankful that his brother was here because he wasn’t sure if he was up for asking all the necessary questions.

Danny looked hesitant again and looked at jason.

Jason nodded at him and Danny looked a little reassured.

“Yeah. There are a few. That’s how the GIW are tracking me. I don’t think they were around Jason enough to latch onto his ecto-signature so you shouldn’t need to be worried about them tracking you down. Gotham has plenty of low level ghosts so their scanners should be pretty muddled. But that’s also why I should go. My signature is stronger than the shades of Gotham and They know how to track it. I don’t want to give you any more trouble.”  Daanny wasn't looking at either of them, instead he was completely focused on stirring his stew.

Jason and Dick glanced at each other.

“Hey, Danny, look at me.” Jason said.

It took a bit, but eventually Danny looked up.”

Jason smiled slightly, “I told you I’d protect you, didn’t I?”

Danny looked away, biting his lip. “I don’t want to put you in danger.”

Jason reached across the table and placed his hand over one of Danny’s. “I’m Red Hood, kid, I can defend myself. And there are plenty of bats in Gotham who would love to help.”

“The GIW are different. They don’t care who they have to hurt to get what they want. They’ll just keep bringing in more agents until they get me.”

“Well then we’ll bring in the Justice League.” Jason said, Bruce would be okay with it if Jason told him it was to protect a kid. 

“I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. I won’t let you get hurt.” Danny said, shaking his head. 

Jason glanced over at his brother. Dick was always better with the emotional talk.

“We’re vigilantes Danny. We’ve been trained in defending ourselves and others.” Dick said.

“And they wouldn’t be able to take us down without causing people to go after them for attacking vigilantes.” Jason added.

Danny shook his head harder, he was staring at the table, his eyes slightly glossy. “They won’t care, they'll lie and say you were defending dangerous creatures, that you were being manipulated by evil ghosts.” Danny laughed bitterly. “Or they’ll claim you’re also contaminated and capture or exterminate you. They’ll do anything to get what they want.”

There was more to this, Jason knew. Something bad had happened to the kid, apart from the obvious scar, but now wasn’t the time to push for information. Right now, they needed to convince Danny to stay with them, to let them protect him.

Jason got up, walked around the table and crouched by Danny’s chair. “Kid, look at me.” Jason said gently. He waited till Danny did before continuing. “I know you’re scared,” Danny opened his mouth and Jason continued before he could argue, “and I know you’re worried about us getting hurt. But this is what we do. We fight to protect people. And there are a lot of powerful people on our side. And I’m sorry we haven’t been there for you before, I’m sorry we didn’t get to you in time in the past, but we’re here now. Together we can take down the GIW. Let us help you.”

Danny’s eyes started watering, and Jason reached up to give his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Then Jason was falling back as the kid launched himself at him. Jason held Danny as he started to sob. “I’ve got you, kid. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Danny whispered as he cried. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

[thebestofoneshots]

Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

Series Masterlist | The Interlude | Previous episode

Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.3 K Warnings: None Prompt: New Friends, new adventures to come and one Halloween Party to prepare. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Chapter 16: Boogie Wonderland

The next day, you charmed your restricted section book cover, just like you had done with the spicy one, making it look like another casual spell book. You then spend most of your classes devouring its content, it was way more than the two pages you’d found on the 5th-year DADA book, although a good deal of them focused solely on how to defeat a werewolf. 

Tips on how to kill werewolves, spells against werewolves, weapons against werewolves, a particular line irked you so much –if you see a werewolf hex to kill, don’t bother incapacitating– that you were about to throw the book on the ground and cast incendio on it. But it wasn’t until about the second half of the book that it finally started to talk about its qualities. Especially with the section titled “How to spot werewolves in your daily life”. Of course, while most of the things in the book were about spotting and hurting them, you were more focused on learning which things you should never do. 

On a small piece of parchment, you started documenting everything that you had learned so far. You’d even use a codeword to refer to Remus, in case your note was misplaced or lost. 

My Knowledge on WW:

Silver burns them (throw away or alter the ring mom gave me once Puppy returns it).

Silver and Dittany could save someone after being lethally bitten by a werewolf, turning them into one regardless. 

Bites are contagious only if the werewolf bites someone in werewolf form, not outside of it (Luna could bite whoever he wants without turning them, as long as they’re in human form, maybe they’d get a bit of a raw meat affection for a couple of days, but nothing more). Why is this relevant to me?

Werewolves do not remember who they are once transformed. They can be very aggressive, and they have killed friends and loved ones in wolf form; they will remember what they did once they’re back in human form. If Luna turns into werewolf form and you’re around, turn the fuck away.

Any bite or scratch obtained from a werewolf, whether in human or animal form, would leave a permanent scar. (Luna probably has a bite mark somewhere. I wonder where?) 

Werewolves rarely have children. If a werewolf has a child with another werewolf while in wolf form, they’d have a normal wolf, except they’d be beautiful and nearly as smart as a human. 

Werewolves don’t really attack animals, they seem to target exclusively Humans. 

There’s little to no medicine developed to help treat werewolves. -> Racist wizards going at it again.

They can be a little aggressive, touchy or moody as the full moon approaches. 

They have a crazy good sense of smell (even in human form apparently; maybe I’ll get to ask Luna about it someday)

THEY AREN’T ALL EVIL. 

You read through your list a couple of times, wondering if you’d missed anything from the book. But you were certain you had narrowed down the most important clues the book had. There was a section of the book that had a couple of spells to defend yourself from werewolves, but they were all incredibly aggressive attack spells, most of them to severely damage or kill the werewolf, when you finished reading you ripped the page from the book, threw it on the floor and whispered “incendio,” contemplating how the fire slowly consumed the old piece of paper. You might have not been able to burn down the entire book, but that was pleasing enough. And you had to get rid of it before anyone read through it and tried to use it on Remus, or any other good werewolves. Because no matter how many times the book tried to frame Werewolves as being inhumane, and immoral beasts, incapable of feeling remorse, you knew it was all bullshit. 

Remus was kind, gentle, and incredibly caring, he’d been the first one to approach you when you were feeling off after divinations, he’d shared chocolate with you when you were injured, he’d held you when a quaffle had been thrown your way, and he’d even taken you to his quiet spot when he thought it might help you feel better. Remus had, even in the short time you’d met him, always been there for you, and you wanted to be at least half as good of a friend as he’d been. Remus was nothing like the harrowing picture the book painted of werewolves. And while you were sure actual evil werewolves existed, you’d heard of them in the news, with wolves like Fenrir Greyback and its followers, you also knew there were evil and good wizards. It wasn’t a matter of what you were, but a matter of who you were. You’d know, your mom had told you about the hard times her mother had had with her being half fairy, the Wizarding Community just wasn’t very accepting of diversity. 

As you walked back from the courtyard where you were reading, book back in your backpack and parchment gently tucked in the book you had in your hands, you accidentally bumped into someone, and whoever you bumped into had been walking with so much force, the books you were holding fell to the ground. The boy –a Ravenclaw you hadn’t met– leaned down and helped you pick your stuff. But the page on your book had slipped and fell a little further from your grasp, he walked towards it before you even had the chance to react, and he eyed it as you gulped. Thank Merlin you’d used codenames.

“You’re into werewolves too?” He asked. 

You frowned, thinking of a quick excuse, say it was an assignment, say it’s homework, a part of you said. On 6th year? about werewolves? who would ever believe it?, responded the other. But there was something about the question that caught your attention then, “What did you say, sorry?” 

The boy turned to you, “Oh- um… I asked if you were also into werewolves…” he said, as he handed the parchment over to you. There it was: also into them. 

“Uh… yeah, I’ve been doing some research.” 

He nodded, and motioned to the paper, still in your hands “Who’s Luna?” 

You were caught off guard again “It’s a… character, from a story.” You said, making it up on the spot “I’m writing it, the story… I’m writing the story.” How on earth did I become such a shitty liar?

“Oh, that’s amazing! I’m actually really interested in them as well.” 

“You are?” 

He nodded “Yeah, I’ve been working with Professor Slughorn to develop a potion.” 

“To make them human again?” You asked with a frown. 

He shook his head “It’s… That’s impossible… But Slughorn and I think It’s possible to create one that will allow them to remember who they are while in wolf form, to reduce the risk of attacking humans.” 

“What really? That’s brilliant! I’d love to help you!” You said, almost a little too excitedly, so you cleared your throat  “I mean, it would be a really good way of getting knowledge for my story…” 

“Really?” He asked, with a smile “You’re (Y/N), right? New transfer student? Gryffindor’s new keeper?” 

You nodded “I’m afraid I don’t know your name…” 

He extended his hand, and you shook it “Damocles Belby, most people just call me Kless, I’m from 7th…” he seemed to think about the next thing before deciding to ask “Are you really as brave as they say?” 

“They say I’m brave?!” You asked, in disbelief.��

He nodded “You stood up against some nasty Slytherins in class, and they say you fly like a daredevil, or so I’ve heard…” 

“Well, I –gossip sure travels fast here– Why?” 

“I’m more of a books and potions kind of person, you see…” he started, moving one of his arms up to the back of his head, to scratch it, it looked like Kless wasn’t too eager to ask for this particular favour  “…but I really want to test out the effect of Moonflower on the potion, see if it helps. The issue is, and you might not know this but Moonflower–“ 

“–only blooms in full moon.” You finished. 

He exhaled, “Yeah, and I’ve been told that there is a chance to find them in the forbidden forest.” 

“You want me to get it for you, don’t you?” 

He nodded, “Only if it wasn’t too much trouble. And if you helped with it, I could finish the first draft of the potion in a couple of weeks and we could probably test it together, and if the position works, I could get a brilliant recommendation letter from Slughorn to study at Cauldronwell, the School of Advanced Potionry. Maybe we could even get one for you.” 

You took a deep breath, considering the situation, the forbidden forest must be forbidden for a reason, and the boys had warned you about it too. Eventually, you spoke again “If I do this, will you let me have some of the potion?” 

He looked at you, as if thinking about it, probably wondering if he should ask why you’d need the potion, but in the end, he only nodded “Deal.” 

You smiled at that, pleased with the answer he’d given you, “Pleasure to meet you Kless, I’ll see you around.” You said before waving at him and resuming your way to the common room since you’d be helping Remus and Sirius finish up the decorations for the party. But just before turning on the corner you turned your head towards him again “I’ll find you when I get it.” 

He nodded, “I’ll send you a copy of my research through owl mail.” He responded. 

Sirius and Remus were already in the common room when you arrived, you smiled and took the book with the parchment, grabbing the piece of paper and hiding it deep within one of the pockets of your backpack. While you were busy, still packing stuff inside your bag, you felt Sirius’s arms wrap around you as he hugged you from behind. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling away again, grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl next to your bag on the table and popping it into his mouth. “What were you up to?” He asked, noting you were late. 

“Sorry, got really caught up in this book.” You told him with an apologetic smile as if Sirius could actually be angry at you. You then looked around, the boys had already gotten a head start. James, who was supposed to help, was still locked up in his room, adding some final details to his Hamlet costume while Peter was in the kitchens, making sure the treats were ready for the party. 

“Marlene’s gone to get a fog potion,” Remus said, as he grabbed onto a piece of cloth neatly folded on the table, “Beth and Tom went to Hogsmeade to buy some last-minute treats.” 

You paid close attention as he started to unfold the cloth “Is that the banner Lily made?” You asked, walking closer to him, Sirius was looking at you with a smile as you moved towards his friend. 

Remus nodded and said a quick “Yeah.” Handing a corner of the cloth over, so you could help him, the two of you extended the banner together, finally opening it up. The Banner was long and, it was black with orange letters over it, and it had two Jack-o-lanterns on each side that screamed “Happy Halloween” when you looked directly at them. 

“It’s brilliant!” You said with a smile, as you helped Remus levitate it closer to the ceiling near the entrance. Sirius was busy placing the jack-o-lanterns you had carved during the week all over the common room. Once the banner was hung, you walked towards the table and pulled out a bag you’d left there a couple of classes ago. 

“What’s that?” Sirius asked, walking closer to you again, shoulders brushing against yours. You smirked, and took a skull from the inside, throwing it towards Sirius, he easily caught it and looked at it, before turning back to you. 

“You thought it would scar–“ he started, but then, out of nowhere, the skull started laughing maniacally, Sirius jumped and let it fall on the floor.

The skull said “Auch,” while you and Remus started laughing. 

“Did you see his face?” You asked him. 

“Absolutely priceless, wish I’d gotten a picture of it!” Agreed Remus. 

Sirius just looked at you both with a pout as he picked the skull back from the floor and gently placed it on the table. The skull started to laugh again and Remus silenced it with his wand “You planned this, didn’t you?” 

Remus shook his head, and you answered “We just took advantage of the opportunity to test them. Rem and I’ve been working on them for a while.” 

“Them?” He looked at the bag wearily “How many did you make?” 

“About a dozen,” Remus answered casually. You opened the bag again, and you carefully took the skulls out. You then handed them to the boys, who started to place them all over the common room, one near the sofa, one close to the fireplace, some over at the stairs, and in general, just spread out in rather inconvenient places, the kind of places that would have people jumping from their skin when they started screaming at them. Sirius decided it would be a good idea to have one floating over the fruit punch, and he placed it in the bowl before adding the fruit juice. You saw him take a bottle of rum out too, and pour about a quarter of it onto the drink.

You shook your head, a little smile playing on your lips as he did “Why not add a bit more?” you teased. 

“Sirius!” Remus admonished him. “What did we say about adding alcohol to the main beverage? Last year it was chaos!” 

“It was only a little bit,” he retorted, and then turned to you “Barely a trickle, right Statshine?” 

You nodded “Not even a quarter of a bottle.” Remus shook his head, looking at both of you disapprovingly. “Come on Rem,” you said persuasively “let’s leave it like that, you don’t want to throw out such a good punch do you.” 

“She’s right, Moons, come on,” Sirius said, now he was standing next to you, both looking at the taller boy with puppy eyes. 

Remus looked at the two, both so pretty trying to convince him to do something, he almost couldn’t think of anything else. In fact, he wasn’t sure there was anything in the world you’d ask of him that he would deny, not with that expression on your faces. He took a deep breath, trying not to focus on the fact that he had somehow developed a crush not only on his best friend (which he had been pretty aware of already) but on his girlfriend as well, “Just so you know, I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

Both you and Sirius smiled broadly, looking at each other and throwing a high-five between yourselves. “You’re the best Rem!” You told with a dashing smile and then you walked back, pulling the bag up. 

“There’s more?” Sirius asked Remus, he shrugged in response, he didn’t know. 

Slowly, you pulled out a whole skeleton from it. “What the hell?!?” Asked Remus surprised, “You didn’t tell me you also had one of those…” 

“I didn’t have it, I found it.” You told him “It was in one of the old classrooms on the 3rd floor.” 

“Is it… real?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Didn’t ask him,” you responded with a shrug while looking at the skeleton. Remus raised his eyebrows, amused at your answer. 

And a diverted smile appeared on Sirius' lips before he asked. “Did you charm it as well?”

You ginned “‘Course I did! Who do you take me for? I’ve got a whole plan for it.” 

“And where are you going to place it?” Remus asked, from next to you now as he curiously looked at the skeleton. 

You turned your body a little, shifting the weight of the skeleton onto one of your arms, and pointed at a wardrobe in the far side of the room. 

“In the closet?” The taller boy asked in disbelief “You’re going to put the skeleton in the closet?” 

“It’s a joke in and of itself,” you said with a smile “every now and then the skeleton will drop smoke or random sounds, that way guests are inclined to investigate. And then boom, the skeleton in the closet will jump out and scare the shit out of them.” 

“That’s wicked…” Said Sirius, a smirk playing on his lips “See Moony? I told you she was like us!”

“I was certain when you told me about the day of the library,” Remus said simply. 

You looked at Sirius, eyes wide in shock “You told Remus about the library?” 

“Of course I did, your Howler was genius!” Sirius responded matter-of-factly.

“Certainly,” Remus agreed. 

Right, the Howler, he told them about the Howler, not about the snoging. “It was just, a spur-of-the-moment idea?” You said, tugging in a hair behind your ear shyly as you walked towards the wardrobe with the skeleton –Steve– as you’d named him. You knew how seriously the boys took their jokes and escapades, if Sirius and Remus were complimenting you on something, they weren’t just sweet-talking you. You slowly but surely accommodated Steve inside the wardrobe and closed the doors. 

“What are we missing?” Asked Remus as he looked around the common room, trying to get a look at the big picture. 

“Marlene’s still coming with her smoke potions, right? Spooky music? Maybe…”

“Got that taken care of,” Sirius said, and waved his wand, on the corner, a small violin, a flute and what looked like a piano started playing music. 

You were surprised “where did you get those?”  

“Stole them from the music room last year,” Sirius explained “It was a dare to prove to James that Remus was way stealthier than him, even if he’s taller.” 

You nodded, a little impressed, you then heard the portrait open, Beth and Tom walked inside with bags filled with candy; from slug worms to dancing skeletons, all the Halloween theme candies from Honeydukes were there. Tom walked all the way to the table with the punch and emptied his backpack there. Beth, on the other hand, started to neatly arrange the candies she’d gotten into different vases and floating trays, she ended up also taking the stuff Tom had dumped and finished decorating the sweet’s table, as she’d prompted everyone to call it that from then on.

“You guys did a brilliant job,” Tom said as he looked around in awe, there were spider webs coming from the ceiling, shiny black and orange streamers swirling in the air, black flamed candles levitating all over the ceiling, cauldrons filled with candies. The skulls you and Remus had charmed together still lurking on certain spots, a table filled with potions, “for potion pong,”  as Beth had told you, and overall, an eerie but fun atmosphere. You had even told Moaning Myrtle and Richard Jackdaw to come over as special guests, even if you warned them not to tell any other ghosts about the party, especially Peeves, who would definitely attempt to make some kind of prank, or tell the teachers about your shenanigans. Suddenly he tilted his head. “Do hear that?” He asked. 

Beth frowned “Hear what?” 

“It’s uh… coming from…” Tom started walking towards the wardrobe. You threw a look at the boys, Sirius held your stare with his icy grey eyes, the hint of a smirk drawing on his lips. When you turned to Remus, he was also looking at you attentively, eyebrows raised, clearly looking amused. 

As you exchanged glances with the boys Tom approached the wardrobe “None of you hear it?” 

You shook your head, it wasn’t a lie, the spell only worked for one person at a time, so really, not even Beth would hear the same thing Tom did. Tom was now right in front of the closet, and he hesitantly placed his hands on the handle, like he was considering whether he should open it or leave it alone. But Tom was curious, almost too curious for his own good and in a fast pull, he opened the door. 

The skull jumped out and clang onto Tom, eyes glowing a shade of green and screaming so loud even you winced, perhaps I overdid it, you thought. Tom screeched, jumped back and ended up on the floor, fighting to get the skeleton to unwrap its bony arms off his shoulders. When he finally did it, he threw it to the side and crawled away from it while looking at it with dread. He stayed there, panting as Steve finally shut its bony jaw, the screams and shrieks slowly dying out.

Everyone started to laugh, including Beth, who had been just a little scared at the beginning. Still with his eyes open wide, Tom turned back, a slight frown on his face as he turned to Sirius “What the fuck mate?! That was bIoody horrifying, what did I ever do to you?”

Sirius raised his hands and shrugged, “That wasn’t my prank.” 

Tom’s frown deepened and he turned to Remus “It was you?” He asked again, still trying to gain his breath. Remus shook his head as a reply, there was no way it’d been James or Peter, Tom knew they’d be pretty busy today so he slowly turned his head to you, almost unsure “(Y/N)?” 

You took a deep breath, raising your shoulders, lips tightened in a line before, letting a bit of a smile appear. Guilty, you looked guilty. “I see you’ve met Steve.” 

“You gave that horrid thing a name?” You shrugged, nodding your head as an answer. He sighed “Why me?” 

“Oh, that’s on Steve, he chooses the person he calls, not me.” 

“You put a randomizer spell on it?” Remus asked then, surprised. You nodded “How? I’ve been trying to master those for a while…” he said, walking closer to the skeleton. 

“I found it on The Refined Art of Mild Hexes, it’s somewhere on the first couple of pages,” you told him, and then started waking towards Tom and helped him up “Sorry bout that,” you said, giving the curly haired boy a light pat on the back, he just stared at you, squinting his eyes in distrust, he then scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at the skeleton on the ground. 

“Looks bIoody realistic,” he said, the edges of his lips finally curling into a little smile. 

“Yeah, Remus thought the same, and asked me if it was real.”

He turned back to you, a slightly concerned expression on his face “Well… Is it?” 

“She’d got no clue,” Sirius answered for you. 

You nodded in agreement “Found it lying around in an abandoned classroom.” 

 “And you just took it? What it if was a ghost’s or something?” 

You shook your head “I asked Richie Jackdow, and he said it didn’t belong to any of the ghosts in the castle.” 

“You really have gotten accustomed to Hogwarts, haven’t you?” 

You smiled “I guess you could say I have.”

The portrait opened itself again, and Mary and Marlene came inside. Marlene carrying a tray with potions and Mary with some more treats, this time saltier stuff from the kitchen. “I brought the fruit for the punch,” she said as she walked towards the sweet’s table. 

“Great, you guys prepare that, Sly sprite,” he said turning to you “You’re helping me with this,” he said pointing to his canines, he’d asked you to turn them into fangs earlier that week, when the party was being planned, you’d both found a spell that would be useful, and had decided it’d be the one you’d use. 

“I think I left the book in my backpack,” you said as the two of you walked towards a further away table. 

“Sly sprite,” Sirius scoffed, he was standing next to Remus. 

The taller boy raises his eyebrow “You jealous?” he teased. 

“Of Tom?! No way!” 

“Why not?” Remus asked and turned to you and Tom at the table where you’d left your backpack, you had one hand on the book and the other on your wand, Tom was staring at you attentively “Tom’s handsome, maybe just as handsome as you.” 

Sirius frowned, “You’re not helping,” he added flatly. 

Remus knew very damn well you had no interest in Tom, but he was enjoying himself while looking at a jealous Sirius, thinking back of all the times he’d been jealous himself. “I’m just saying… he’s charming, comes from a wealthy family, and his curls are really nice.” 

“Remus!” Sirius whined, turning his back to look at the hazel-eyed boy instead of at you since you already had both of your hands on Tom’s face as you pulled it back to check on his canines.

“Do you know what this is for?” Asked Mary, taking a potion bottle with a golden cap. Remus shrugged.

“Must be the sugar syrup for the punch,” Beth said “I asked Peter to bring it over in the morning.” 

Mary looked at it, swirled the liquid around inside the bottle, and uncapped it. She gave it a whiff and shrugged, it certainly smelled sweet enough. She didn’t think it twice, and dumped the entirety of the contents inside the punch, then grabbed the bottle and placed it on the potions table, since it fit the aesthetic. 

Meanwhile, you and Tom were still working on his fangs, “Stop moving for fucks sake,” you complained, as Tom looked at himself in the hand mirror he took from your bag. 

“But make them longer, yeah luv?” He answered, his voice already had a little lisp from the fangs. 

“They’ve got a great length Tom, you won’t be able to eat!” 

“Food doesn’t matter, aesthetics do!” 

You sighed, “Don’t dare come whine with me if you cannot eat.” 

“I swear I won’t Sly Sprite,” he said while placing his right hand over his heart. It made you wonder: If both Sirius and Tom entered a drama contest, would they tie? Eventually, you nodded and performed the spell again, grabbing the mirror and placing it in front of Tom’s face. He smiled, checking himself out as he slid his tongue under the fangs and winched at how sharp they were. You gave him an “I told you so” look, but he just shook his head. “Aesthetics (Y/N), aesthetics!”  

You just rolled your eyes and started to stand up but he stopped you by grabbing your arm “Hold up! Man liner!”

“Man liner?” You asked with a frown. 

“Yes! Eyeliner for men, like rock stars! Would you mind doing it for me?” He then looked through the pockets and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. 

You shrugged and nodded, taking the pencil from his hand, and leaning closer to Tom’s face, “Don’t move, all right?” He nodded and you started to line his water line. Softly gliding the pencil. When you were about to finish the first eye you felt someone looming behind you. When you turned you realised it was just Sirius, and you gave him a quick smile before going to line Tom’s second eye. 

Sirius was attentively looking at you as you lined Tom’s eye, both curious at the way you did it and also pretty jealous of how close you were to the other boy. Which prompted him to walk even closer. Once you were done you smiled and pulled away from Tom “There you go Mr. Vampire.” 

“Brilliant!” He said, placing both hands on your shoulder “Thank you Sly Sprite!” 

Sirius cleared his throat from behind “Mind if I borrow my girlfriend away for a minute.” 

Tom, being as oblivious and carefree as he was, nodded with a smile “I’m actually going to go change.” 

Once Tom was gone, you turned to Sirius with a quizzical expression “What was that about?” 

Sirius, who had spoken without thinking, was taken aback by your question “I… uh— Can you line my eyes too?” He improvised.

You frowned, “What are you dressing as?” 

He was about to open his mouth, but shut it before he could speak. “What are you going to dress up as?” 

“Oh… that’s right. You haven’t guessed. You get 3 more tries,” you told him playfully, as you placed your hand on his shoulder, guiding him to sit on the same chair Tom had been in.

He sat there and looked up at you, your breath got stuck in your throat, how was it possible for a boy to be this pretty? You leaned in closer, a lot closer than you had been to Tom, which made Sirius feel a lot better already. “Look up at me, All right?” You told him softly. He did, and you swore you felt your legs wobble, but you took a deep breath and while holding his chin with one hand, you gently placed your other hand on his cheek, to stabilise it while you lined his eyes. You were a lot more careful than you’d been with Tom. Softer, taking a lot longer to drag the eye pencil under his lower lashes. You honestly enjoyed being close to Sirius, more than you’d ever dare to admit to his face, especially since it’d go straight to his head, feeding his already pretty big ego.

“Are you gonna be a mermaid?” 

“No, I’m not.” You replied and continued with your task. 

“What about a princess? You certainly fit the look.” 

“Puppy stop moving!” You reprimanded, as a blush threatened to spread on your cheeks, “And no, I’m not going to be a princess, that’s two tries out of three.” He huffed, he really wanted to win the bet “What about you? Are you gonna be a rockstar?” 

“Nope.” He responded, “3 tries for you too.” 

You leaned in a little closer, narrowing your eyes as you tried to be as accurate as possible, “Will you come as a prince? It’s also something that would suit you.” 

He shook his head “I’m letting James take the spotlight with the mediaeval clothes… You think I look like a prince?” He asked, a little smirk playing on his lips. 

You rolled your eyes, “Everyone thinks you look like a prince, Sirius.” 

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you just said you think I look like a prince.” 

You playfully hit his shoulder before going to the other eye. Almost losing yourself in the frosty blue of them before focusing on your task again. Sirius was still looking at you attentively as you continued to paint his waterline. “Aren’t you gonna try and guess again?” 

“I’ve only got one try left.” 

“And you’re not planning to use it?” 

“I am… just– I want to… think it thoroughly.” 

“You know, you could just tell me whatever your wish is.” 

“It wouldn’t be the same thing,” he retorted. “You should also do Remus’ man liner since he’s going to be a pirate.” 

“I’m not sure he’d like it…” you said, a little insecure about it. 

“I think he would, we should tell him,” he said, very sure of himself. “Hey, Remus!” 

“Mmmm?” the mentioned boy asked from the sofa, where he was arranging some more cauldrons filled with treats. 

“Come over! Will ya?” 

Remus turned to the boy, gave him a look like he did not want to move, but stood up and walked up to the two of you. 

“You’re up next,” Sirius informed him.

“For what?” 

“(Y/N) is doing your manliner.” 

“If you want to…” you added. Finally separating from Sirius since you had finished, smiling at how handsome your boyfriend looked. 

“It’s for your costume.” Sirius said, “It won’t be finished without it.” He then stood up and placed Remus right on the chair in front of yours.

Remus just took a deep breath as he stared at his friend, before turning to look at you, expectantly. 

“You sure you’re ok with it?” You asked, with a little frown. There it was again, the concern and care you always seemed to show Remus, the same concern and care that had his heart fluttering from how close you were standing to him. From how close both Sirius and you were to him, in fact. 

He cleared his throat and nodded, and you leaned closer to him, grabbing his face just as carefully as you had grabbed Sirius’. His skin was a lot softer than you’d imagined, you unintentionally brushed your fingers over one of his scars, but Remus didn’t flinch, which surprised him, since he usually detested when people did it. In fact, he remembered a particular time when he was making out with a boy and he snapped at him for touching his face. 

“Look up at me Rem,” you told him softly, he complied, looking at you through his lashes, Sirius was right next to you, Remus could see his satisfied expression from the corner of his eyes. You finally leaned in, and started to glide the pencil over his lower lashes. You somehow ended up focusing on his eyes, how they had these little specks of amber tones in them, they were bigger, and somewhat softer than Sirius’, very doe-like, in fact. “Tell me if it hurts,” you added later. Remus was nothing like Sirius, the latter would make a fuzz if you pricked him on the eye accidentally. Remus, on the other hand, he’d probably endure it without even wincing. He nodded, and you had to quickly pull the eye pencil away from his face. “But don’t move!” you admonished, grabbing his face a little more sternly now. 

“M’sorry,” he mumbled. 

“What do you think (Y/N)’s costume’s gonna be?” Sirius, who was still very close to the two of you, attentively watching the way you lined Remus’ waterline, asked. He seemed pretty content, falling to notice you were standing so much closer to Remus than you had been to Tom.

“You haven’t guessed yet?” Remus asked, a diverted smile playing on his lips “That’s unfortunate for you.” 

“MOONY!” He whined, “I asked you to help me choose, not to make fun of me.” Remus shrugged. “She said she’s not gonna be a princess, or a mermaid, also not an alien, or an astronaut, from what I asked yesterday. Mmmm.. and she also said she wasn’t dressing as a superhero, though I’m sure she’d look great as Wonder Woman.” 

“Who would’ve thought Sirius would be into costumes…” you teased. Remus instantly chuckled, but it took a little longer for Sirius to understand the joke. 

“Hey! I’m not– I– I just want my prize!” 

“Well then guess by yourself, If Remus guesses for you, he gets your prize.” 

Sirius gasped “You wouldn’t.” 

“I so would,” you teased again. Then pulled back from Remus “There we go,” you smiled at your work, slowly letting your fingers glide over his skin as you pulled them away from his face, Remus really did work that man liner out.

“Damn, mate!” Sirius said as Remus stood, looking up at him “You look absolutely dashing, and you don’t even have the rest of your costume on.” 

“He’s right,” you nodded “Remus’ getting bitches tonight.” 

Remus gave you a reproachful look, but nodded, “I think everything’s pretty much handled already.” 

You saw Tom walk down from the stairs in a puffy shirt and a dark green vest. He’d brushed his curls back, only one gently falling on his forehead, he was definitely working that vampire costume. 

You approached him quickly “Tom! It’s brilliant you’re ready. Deal with everything while we go change, yeah?” 

He nodded, and then smiled mischievously. “I’ll go find the potion, I probably left it somewhere when I dropped all the candies on Beth’s Sweets Table.” 

You raised your eyebrows “Just don’t down it all in one go. Save some for the rest of us.” He winked as an answer. “Tom’s taking care of this, we can go change,” You said, turning to Remus and Sirius, who were just a couple steps behind you. 

Sirius approached Tom first, and handed the eyeliner over “Your eyeliner.” He said icily. 

“Thanks for borrowing it,” Remus added politely afterwards, feeling like he wanted to punch Sirius for being such an idiot to Tom. You clearly weren’t interested in the boy, in fact, anyone would tell him how head over heels you were for him, but he had such a thick head he dared to be jealous. Maybe it was from how much hair he had.

Tom, being Tom, just smiled, almost mischievously. “No problem, you both look smashing, by the way…” He then eyed the taller boy up and down “Remus,” he said with a nod, before walking away to the centre of the room.

You frowned slightly at the exchange, remembering Tom’s words: “You’d be surprised, most of them hide it quite well though, you wouldn’t expect it.” Would it be possible that Remus was also-

You felt a hand press to the small of your back, “let’s go, love,” Sirius said, as he pushed you up the stairs.

“Uh.. yeah sure,” you said, allowing Sirius to guide you, turning your head back towards the front. 

 “Are you gonna be a lady knight?” He asked as you walked up the spiral staircase, Remus trailing behind just a little.

You shook your head “But that would’ve been a brilliant idea!” 

“Well, you’d certainly look great in silver armour,” He replied with a little smirk. You playfully shoved him off as you rolled your eyes. 

“Will you be… a prisoner from Azkaban?” 

“I would look great in those white and blue stripes, wouldn’t I?” He teased confidently “But no… I’m not gonna be that!” 

You sighed “We both lose then. What was your wish?” 

“I’ll tell you later,” he said with a wink. Eventually, you parted ways, waving a hand as the boys walked toward their rooms while you walked to yours.  

Series Masterlist | The Interlude | Next Chapter

TAGLIST: @rayrlupin @callmelovergirl @warcelia @ireneop @endversewinchester @moonyunebi @smuttysluttybitch @mazzymoons @drugs-for-memes @sofiacblair @vmpir3lvr @remuslupinisbae @rabluver @willgrahamisalesbi4n @thatobsessedreader @orkwardx0  @itskailey24 @hell0-kittie @belovedmoony @blacksgarden @loving-and-dreaming @cassie-love20 @starchaser-lily @zucchini-queenie @springflwer07 @sseleniaa @cometsghost @orkwardx0 @imdoingbetternow  @sbrewer21 @remuslupinsbae @maxinehufflepuffprincess @wifiatthetrainstation @unstablereader @mablacklupin @oliversaurus

Leve a comment telling me if you wanna be tagged on Gilded Constellations

Want to support me? Like and reblog this post (reblogs are extra nice since they help me get my work to more people), also guys, I absolutely love reading your comments, so do throw them my way if you have any!

Raead more Marauders Fiction

[zzzzombieboy]

Hellooo it’s me 😋😋 here’s the Resident Evil 4, Leon S. Kennedy x male reader request. Reader and Leon always had that little competition between them, always trying to be better than the other which lead to them not liking each other. They got sent to various missions together but always ended up fighting with each other on how to do things instead of focusing on the mission. It just didn’t work between them. Additionally, Reader is sarcastic and acts a bit like an a-hole sometimes, flirts with Leon in a joking way and Leon just can't stand that.

After Leon was sent to save Ashley Reader is sent to back up Leon (and Leon didn’t know that so he is kinda mad that they thought it would be a good idea to choose Reader for it) on his mission and after a long and annoying search, he ends up finding Leon in the village. At first, he thought Leon was some sort of villager and attacks him. He pins him to the ground but then realized who he is and reluctantly apologizes which just makes the situation worse between them.

When they find Ashley and then lose her later Leon gets injured badly because he just rushed in without thinking to save Ashley. But he couldn’t and they ended up fighting when the coast cleared. In reality, the reader isn’t mad about the fact that they lost Ashley again. He is mad that Leon got hurt in the process and Leon noticed that the reader was worried about him. That could lead to an angry make-out session. Enemies to lovers type thing

And I really love your writing, gonna request alooooot more in the future 🥰🥰

oh thank u! i will try my hardest to make it as good as the last post

i also love writing ur prompts (long ones) it’s so very fun i love it

——————————————

Leon Kennedy x M!Reader

Leon was tired. Hours and hours of running around this odd town had taken its toll, leaving him utterly exhausted. The cool air around him gave him goosebumps, his jacket being stolen a few hours earlier. He was left in a compression shirt, not exactly the best when it came to keeping warmth.

Walking back into the village, he was relieved to hear no ambient murmurs or shouts. He had finally gotten himself some quiet, the one thing he had been searching for this whole time. Along with the presidents daughter, of course. His feet crunched against the leaves below him as he walked toward a house he had searched through a bit ago. He leaned against it, his body facing the forest beyond the piled rocks and the fence blocking it off.

He took in a deep breath, his head pressing against the ply wood behind him. He shoved both of his hands into his pockets and let his eyes close. Finally, some peace.

That was, until he heard a crack of a twig. His eyes snapped open as he held his hand over his gun’s holster. He wondered why he hadn’t seen this villager before, or heard them for that manner. He slowly moved himself to the side of the house and peered over the corner to get a good look at them.

It was a man in a puffed coat, seemingly looking for someone. He held what looked like a military issued pistol in his hand, hood over his head as he walked through the village slowly. Leon wasn’t in the mood to have to fight another one of these insanely strong villagers, especially concerning one with a gun. He was going to be swift and clean.

Leon began his stalk, making sure to stay close to a building and lay low. He pulled his gun from his holster and continued to step closer to the stranger. The closer he got, he noticed details about the man, specific scars and markings on his hands, the way his coat fell. Leon recognized something about him, but just couldn’t figure it out.

Just as he was close enough to see the side of his face, he had stepped on a pile of leaves. A feeling of dread washed over him as the man made a swift turn around. His leg swept across, tripping Leon and having him fall flat on his face. His gun fell out of his hand but still was in reach, until the man kicked it away.

The man planted one foot down onto Leon’s upper back, setting his entire weight on the blonde before grabbing onto both of Leon’s hands and pinning them behind him. The man belt his wrists between his fingers, keeping an extremely tight grip on them as he pressed his gun against the back of Leon’s head. “Speak or I shoot.” the man commanded. His voice was raspy, dark. Leon recognized it immediately.

It was no other than Y/N L/N. He had been at odds with Y/N for the entire time they had worked together. Their constant bickering and fights drove everyone around them crazy, Y/N usually being the one to start it. Y/N was combative, but always for a reason. He was smart and agile, and spent a lot of his time training, and could very easily pick out bad plans. He always picked out Leon’s first.

Leon figured that announcing who he was would kill him regardless, but there had to be a reason that Y/N was here. “It’s Leon.” he grunted, trying his best to wiggle out of Y/N’s grasp, but to no avail. He had a grip that nobody could rival.

Y/N paused for a second, slowly pulling his gun away from the head of the man he had pinned. He let out a soft chuckle, putting the weapon in his holster. With his now free hand, he brought it up to the chip in his ear. “Hunnigan, I found Condor One.” he spoke, somewhat loosening his hold but keeping Leon down. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll take care of it. Alright. Bye.” he hung up, his attention turning back to Leon.

He leaned his head downwards, almost against Leon’s ear. “Kennedy, why on earth did you think it was a good idea to sneak up on me?” asked Y/N with a slight smirk spreading across his face. Leon rolled his eyes.

“Better question,” he started, a bit of dirt getting into his mouth. He spit it out with a sour face. “Why the hell are you here?” he asked, getting a small glimpse of the cocky expression spread across Y/N’s face.

Y/N leaned his head back, letting out another laugh. “Because your ditzy ass can’t do your job.” he replied, his words laced with venom as he finally let go of Leon’s hands. He still kept him to the ground with his foot, however. “I always tell them not to trust the blonde bimbo’s, but they never listen, so I always end up getting sent to clean up your damn messes.”

Leon frowned, finally feeling the boot being lifted from his back. “I could’ve finished this by myself.” he grunted, pushing himself up off the ground, reaching for his gun that had been kicked away from him. Y/N rolled his eyes as he watched Leon stumble a little bit.

“It’s been 12 hours and you haven’t even got Ashley. It seems like all you’ve done is level an entire village.” Y/N raised a brow, resting a hand on his hip. Leon threw his head back around, finally finding something that he could be right about. “No, I found Ashley.” he disagreed. Y/N flickered his eyes from left to right before turning his head behind him.

“Okay,” he started. “Where is she then?”

Leon froze up, feeling his throat tense up. He considered lying to lighten the weight, but he figured that it wouldn’t do them any good. “I…” he started, squeezing his eyes shut. “I lost her.”

Y/N’s mouth went ajar as he stared at the back of Leon’s head. “You lost Ashley?” he raised his voice, stepping closer to Leon with his head leaned forward. “Are you fucking kidding me? You lost the goddamn presidents daughter?! Is doing nothing and looking pretty all you know how to do?” he hounded Leon, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. “I swear to god, I could’ve had this job done in an hour and a half. Why on earth do they assign you such insanely important jobs?” he asked nobody, pacing back and forth. Leon clenched his jaw, turning to face Y/N.

“Can you just shut up, man? You yelling at me won’t get us anywhere.” barked Leon, prompting Y/N to slow down. Y/N opened his mouth to respond, but instead he just looked Leon up and down. He stayed silent, giving a small head shake before taking in a deep breath.

“Okay, fine, whatever.” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting his arm fall back to his side. “Where was Ashley when you last saw her?” asked Y/N, looking back to Leon’s face. Leon took in a small breath, happy that Y/N had stopped his rant.

He looked towards the gate, pointing towards the path leading out of it. “Down this road, there’s a large castle that she got carried to.” he uttered. Y/N nodded, starting his walk, not caring to see if Leon was following behind him. In all honesty, Y/N saw it as an insult that he was labeled as backup for this mission. He fully believed that he should’ve been the main agent on this case to begin with, and it was the biggest slap in the face that the most incompetent agent in his eyes was chosen over him. He wanted to get it over with.

Leon followed behind Y/N and remained silent, making sure to check every inch of the land they were walking on for loose bear traps he hadn’t set off yet, or people hiding above them that could ambush them. He saw nothing, so they continued their walk.

The walk was completely silent, the only sounds coming from either of the men being slight sniffles or clearing their throats. It had been a good half an hour before they reached the gothic style building Leon spoke of.

At the front, there was a large door with the insignia that had been coating the village. The two approached the building, Y/N taking a pause by the side, expecting Leon to follow suit. Y/N had always been a planner, making extensive backups and routes before ever going into a dangerous situation. Leon was much different, instead storming into a situation without much thought and figuring it out along the way.

In a rush, Leon kicked open the castle’s doors and ran in, his hands tight around his gun. There were many cult members, all wielding weapons. Y/N let out a small yell, frustrated on how impulsive his co-worker was. He just had to go with the flow now, thank god he was good with adapting. Y/N ran in, making sure that nobody could see him. Leon was trying to fight them all off at the same time, and Y/N was going to leave him to that while he tried to find Ashley.

Y/N booked it through the main hall, checking every nook and cranny, running up staircases before he found a dusty door with a small hand print on the side of it. His instincts told him that he should open it, and his instincts were correct. Sitting on top of a barrel, Ashley Graham was restrained, chained to the wall with a rope tied into her mouth.

Her eyes seemed to light up in fear as she let out muffled screams. Y/N shook his head, shutting the door behind him. “No, hey, easy lady. It’s alright.” Y/N started, putting both his hands up to try and ease her. “I’m with Leon. I’m gonna get you outta here, alright?” Ashley slowly stopped her movements, nodding slowly as Y/N continued to approach her.

“Sorry it took us so long,” started Y/N, pulling his knife out of the strap against his chest. “Leon isn’t good with time management.” he muttered, grabbing onto the rope tied to Ashley’s head, cutting through it with ease. He pulled the rope out of her mouth, letting her take in a deep breath. “Leon, where is Leon?” she asked, his chest heaving up and down.

Y/N looked to the door behind him. “Fighting off those cult guys.” he replied, now looking around for a bolt cutter. Luckily he found one, hidden behind a shelf in the far corner. He picked it up and stepped back to Ashley. Ashley gave a small nod, watching as Y/N cut the chains tied around her waist.

“Thank you.” Ashley hummed. Y/N nodded in return as a small ‘you’re welcome’ before creaking the door open. He peeked his head out, hoping to see a pile of dead bodies, but was left not-so-shocked to see that all the men in cloaks had been kicking Leon’s ass. He let out a small angry grunt before ducking his head back in.

He handed Ashley the knife he used to cut her free. “You’re the presidents daughter, you know self defense, right?” he asked, his voice slightly cracking. To say he was nervous was embarrassing, but he couldn’t help it. This was very risky. Ashley nodded, thank god. “Okay, good. You are gonna go out there, get out of this castle, and run as fast as you can, got it? We will find you, just make sure if anyone tries to grab onto you, stab them and run.” he ordered her, staring deep into her eyes. She nodded hesitantly. She trusted that he knew what he was doing, and followed his instructions.

Y/N opened the door again, watching as Ashley ran past him, down the staircase. Thankfully all of the cultists had their eyes set on destroying Leon, so nobody noticed their captive escaping. She ran through the hall and pushed open the doors, leaving nothing but a trail of dust. Y/N felt a relief seeing that Ashley made it out of there unnoticed, but he now had to save Leon’s ass again.

He made his way down the stairs and pulled his shotgun off his back. The heavy steps were nothing compared to the yells of the men trying to kill Leon, so he also went unnoticed. Without a second to spare, he started shooting, knocking off the men closest to Leon and taking care of the others afterwards. Once all of them had gone down, he took in a heavy breath.

Leon stood there, his body exhausted. He now had puncture wounds in his arms and bruises on his waist, and the classic bloody nose. He stared at Y/N, who leaned his head back in a brief moment of satisfaction. The second his head moved back down, Leon felt a chill run down his spine.

Y/N’s eyes landing on his was a feeling of dread that remained unmatched. The rage in his gaze was clear to anyone who saw it, a scowl forming across his face as Y/N stormed toward Leon. “Sit down.” Y/N barked, setting his shot gun back on his carrier, starting to dig through his jacket while approaching Leon. Leon did as he was told, as he didn’t want to anger Y/N any more. Y/N finally pulled out a med kit and an herb mixture he had stored for emergencies.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Leon?” he asked, kneeling down beside him. “I can deal with the bratty shit, and the whole ‘I’m a loner I can do it myself’ thing or whatever, but this? You could’ve died.” he mumbled, his voice getting quiet. Leon could sense the vulnerability, his head tilting to the right as he stared back up at Y/N.

The tone that Y/N was speaking in was something he hadn’t heard before. Whenever they went on missions together, Y/N always spoke to him like he was a burden. But now, he heard something so insanely rare in his voice. It was sympathy. Y/N worried about Leon. Y/N tried his hardest not to let it on, but this was the closest Leon had ever been to actually dying.

He felt Y/N pull up one of his sleeves, holding a roll of bandages between his teeth while he used his hands to put pressure on Leon’s wounds. “I can patch myself up.” he muttered, slightly pulling his arm away. Y/N flashed him a glare while taking in a long breath.

“For the love of god.” he uttered, pulling the bandages away from his mouth. “Just let me do this for you.” he pulled Leon’s arm back to the place it was and began to unwind the bandages. Leon stopped trying to counter Y/N, instead just sitting silently, watching Y/N wrap the bandages around his arm.

Y/N and Leon were never really close by each other. The only times they were touching is when they were sparring during training, which neither of them enjoyed very much. This was the first time neither of them were trying to beat the shit out of each other in this close of proximity, and it gave Leon a new view. Y/N finished up Leon’s arm and moved his focus to the injuries that really mattered.

Y/N lifted up Leon’s shirt, revealing the many wounds inflicted by the cultists with their various weapons. None of them were very deep, but the last thing Y/N needed was for his partner to get a bunch of infections. He pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the med kit, making sure he didn’t have too much dirt on his hands.

The sudden cool brush of wind up against Leon’s abdomen made him squirm a little. He took in a harsh breath through his clenched teeth, tensing up his muscles. Y/N grabbed some cotton balls and dunked them into the bottle. “Stop wining. You’re being dramatic.” he uttered.

Leon glared at him. “Oh yeah? Do you wanna try being impaled?” he asked, his eyebrow raised. Y/N rolled his eyes, cleaning the blood off of Leon’s skin.

“You weren’t impaled, you were poked.” he hissed, watching as Leon began to writhe around again from the stoning caused by the peroxide. “Stay still and be quiet.” he spoke, trying his best to pin Leon down.

Leon grunted. “Make me.” he grunted. Y/N looked back up at Leon’s face, the irritation he felt before coming back. He wanted to shut Leon up with everything he had. He wanted to make sure he stayed quiet for the rest of the time he knew him. He never wanted to hear another bratty ass word out of his mouth again. Y/N clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath in a he looked back up into Leon’s eyes. He needed him to be quiet.

In a sudden rush of emotions, Y/N found himself pulling a move he had long suppressed, but his impulse got the better of him. He jutted his head forward and pressed his lips against Leon’s, earning a stifled yelp from the blonde. The sudden contact sent a shock down both of their spines, but Y/N was pleasantly surprised when Leon reciprocated the kiss. The pain Leon felt had slowly slipped away as all he could focus on now was the feeling of Y/N.

Their lips moving against one another brought up feelings that neither of them really knew they had. Leon could feel his face heating up as he brought up a hand, planting it on the back of Y/N’s head in order to get closer. Y/N couldn’t help but feel weak in this moment, his knees starting to wobble as he melted into the moment. He was still a little angry, yes, but that made it so much better.

Leon could feel his heart beating faster than ever as he felt Y/N’s hand press up against his chest. He slowly pushed Leon down to the ground, continuing the kiss while hovering over him. As much as Leon hated to admit, he didn’t mind being pinned by Y/N all that much. If anything, he enjoyed it. The warmth on Leon’s face ended up spreading to the rest of his body, feeling a fuzz begin to form in his stomach. His breaths were erratic and heavy, waiting for Y/N to make another move.

Y/N also felt a buzz, but it remained in his head. He felt like he couldn’t think straight with this happening, all he could focus on was the feeling he had. He didn’t like the feeling of his guard being down, so against his own wishes, he pulled away from Leon.

Both his legs were on the sides of Leon’s waist, practically forcing him to remain on the ground as Y/N pulled away. He leaned himself upwards, biting down on his lips before wiping his hand across them. He didn’t know what to do with himself, and he couldn’t bare to look at Leon.

Leon stared up at him, swallowing slightly before lifting his arms, leaning back on his elbows. Y/N took in a heavy breath before standing up, backing away from Leon. He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t feel ashamed, or embarrassed. He just felt like a hypocrite. For the first time, he uttered a word that he wouldn’t have said to Leon in a million years. “Sorry.” he blurted.

Leon widened his mouth slightly, trying to analyze what Y/N was feeling. All he knew is that he really liked what they had been doing. He shook his head ever-so-slightly. “It’s okay. I asked for it.” he gave Y/N the smallest smile, trying to assure him.

Y/N looked at him for a brief moment, a sly smile of his own spreading across his face as he kneeled back down, grabbing onto the medical equipment now tipped over on the floor. “I’m glad we agree that this is your fault.” He uttered.

[justmystical]

The Forgotten-3

Pairing: Lucifer x Butterfly!Fem!reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel x Stsr vs the forces of evil

Warnings: takes place before Hazbin Hotel, Alternative Universe

One | Two| Navigation | four

You and Lucifer were Currently hanging out in your usually spot below an apple tree, Lucifer was reading a book and petting Keekee. Something he does so often when you guys hang together.

As for you, you were currently hanging upside from the apple tree and thinking was a good thing to do on this fine afternoon. Not gonna lie you were bored, to the point you would learn more spells from the family spell book.

Then you remembered

You were currently getting snacks for both of you and Lucifer, come on apple all the time and your craving some chocolate. Do they have Snookers on earth? No they don't,

maybe a Mewni thing? But SNOOKERS!

You then read about festival that's gonna be held at night in a poster outside of a shop...

You suddenly jumped out from the tree,which nearly gave poor Lucifer and Keekee a heart attack,you gave them a nervous smile.

"i just remembered there's a festival in this Village later , we should go" you suggested, while Keekee looked intrigued, Lucifer froze and debated to join.

"I don't know..."

You noticed this and nudge Lucifer shoulders" hey come on it will be fun...and it's my first festival ever!"you said and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"first?"

"yeah,i never been to festival before" it's true though you been to one,you were always cooped up inside the Castle for protection, monsters roam around a lot so as a Princess of Mewni you and Eclipsa need to protected.

"aren't you like in your early 20s, and you still couldn't go?" He pointed out .

"I'm a busy lady"Busy as in studying magic with Glossaryck , because you late be taught, unlike Eclipsa,she was taught when she was Fourteen until she became Queen. You were taught later on...

"please Luci"Lucifer wanted to agree,but some of people here have Guardian angels and he was doomed if he was caught, you see he was forbidden to even go to earth. He only break those rules for you...

"come on Luci"you gave him puppy dog eyes he couldn't resist.

Ugh the things you do to me

He finally agreed, you jump up and down not notice the root Of the tree and you stumbled on it , falling on top of Lucifer.

Oof

You felt his chest under you and his hot breath on your face ,you looked at his eyes.You two looked at each other as if time stopped and nothing was around you two .

You felt fireworks as held you...

Then the moment was suddenly interrupted by a Meow and saw your Beloved companion in her little earth form.

You the realized you were on top of Lucifer,you stood up quickly , feeling the heat of your face spread .

"c-c-come o-on we s-should go!"you stuttered and ran away quickly as Keekee followed.

Lucifer stood there stunned... also blushing

You walked through the sea people with Lucifer in the festival. You were having the best night of your life trying different foods from different stalls. Keekee was also happy being fed .

As for Lucifer he looked like he was hiding for someone ? He wore a cloak and the hood was on, he was being cautious around other people...

Does he not like going outside in the crowd?

Maybe you should have listened to him not go to the Festival?

Maybe the he didn't agreed at first is because he's not good with crowds?

Then suddenly you got an idea.

"Keekee, can you watch Lucifer for a while?i gonna do something okay?"Keekee was hesitant at first. She was made to protect you at all cost,that why she neve leaves your side...

"oh come on Keekee it'll be quick,and if anything happens I'll shout" Keekee still feels the need to go with you,but she sense a bound between you and the King of Hell. Ofcourse Keekee knew...

She felt the energy radiating from him since day one.But some reason she didn't find him a danger to her wielder....

At the end she agreed...

Lucifer knows he fucked, Ultimately fucked,he sense angelic auras everywhere. He may have hid his demonic aura but he knew one slip up they'd find him and report back to heaven.

But he couldn't say no to you...

He saw how your eye's sparkle at every stall and every games in the festival.

He suddenly froze, a old man walks pass by him and he saw a guardian angel floating by his side.

He screwed...

But some reason he wasn't seen...

He felt something soft brush his legs and looked down to see a cat with cat with a scar on the left eye...

Keekee...

Speaking of Keekee...

Where's n/n?

He looked around and started to panic , until Keekee nudge his leg. She pointed with her paw to a direction and he followed.

She began to guide Lucifer to your whereabouts.

Until they saw you talking to a vendor of...

Lanterns?

He walked up to you ,you smile when you saw him.

"surprise!" You hand him a lantern.

"what this?"he asked

"a lantern"

"yeah,but?"

"just follow me " you suddenly grabbed his hand and walked to a cliff in a fast pace.

Your long red hair flowed through the air as your Turquoise eyes sparkle.

"let's lit this Lanterns up" you told him and he only nodded.

"i saw you feeling uncomfortable earlier so hopefully this lantern can help?it always makes me feel better. My father always make me and my sister these when i was little..."you explained only looking at the Lanterns float away.

Lucifer looked at the beautiful Lanterns float away but nothing can compare to your smile...

"thanks n/n"

"huh?oh... You're welcome Luci!"

You just got back from earth and fell down to your bed with a groan, you enjoyed the festival with Lucifer...

But you remembered what happened earlier before that..

You felt his chest under you and his hot breath on your face ,you looked at his eyes.You two looked at each other as if time stopped and nothing was around you two

You felt fireworks as held you...

Keekee looked at you out of her Earth disguise.

"come you saw that,it was embarrassing but..."it was still in your mind

"you what time for bed!"

You got ready for bed and tomorrow is another day.

You were currently practicing some magic with Glossaryck.

"why are my ancestors spells so hard ?!"

"well how about you try out some of your spells?"he suggested and you nodded.

"Dreamer's Hallucinations"

"our of all the spell-"it hit a mirror and suddenly Glossaryck got cut off when the beam hit him.

"IT'S A POOL OF CHOCOLATE PUDDING!"

"WAIT GLOSSARYCK THAT'S NO-"he already jumped into dirty fountain in the garden.

"Magica Reverso!"you conjure another spell.

The spell before got reverse and now Glossaryck jump away from the murky fountain,he almost ate moss..

"let's not talk about that.."

"aye aye !"

"try another spell that's not included hallucinations..."

You though for a moment...then realized...

"oh i have spell that I've been working on!"it was a spell that can defend your whole entire family and everyone in mewni.

"it's a defense spell"you mentioned and Glossaryck conjured up a puppet.

You concentrate and said the spell in your head multiple times to be ready to say it , Glossaryck waited until you were ready.

"Wither and Decay Let Rose Decompose..." A dark violet beam shot out of the wand as your cheek marks looked like it was blossoming like a rose ?

Glossaryck saw this and was shocked your marks are like roses ?

The beam shot through the poor Puppets chest , roses exploded from it's chest and loud boom echoed through the whole Palace.

You marks were still glowing and now fully blossom to be a dark rose.

You watched at horror as the roses slowly consumed the poor puppet.

"n/n!" You heard sister call out in concern,she heard the loud boom from the garden,she quickly ran out of the throne room because she knows you were having magic lessons with Glossaryck.

She saw you marks,she was shocked. They were not red circles anymore but dark Roses. She also noticed a puppet?

It was slowly getting consumed by what it looked decaying roses?

The Magical High Commission also join in and saw what happened.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!?"A girl with flame ontop of her head yelled out

"what did you do?!"Romulus exclaimed.

Uh oh

Glossaryck has seen this type of spell before...

Eclipsa's

He warned her not to use that spell before,she listened ofcourse... because she was starting to grow black veins in her arms , that's why she now wears gloves...

You felt guilty as you made your sister concerned...

Everyone watched as the puppet exploded into white petals. Now your cheeks where back to a red round shape marks.

"I'm sorry..."

[marclvsf1]

YOU ARE PERFECT AS YOU ARE // Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian vettel x plus-Size!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for over two weeks, so I think it's about time I uploaded it. By the way, English is not my first language so I accept constructive criticism and I apologize if there are any spelling errors.

WARNINGS: angst, anxiety attack and abandonment. Read at your own risk

Since you and Sebastian decided to make your relationship public both in the media and in the networks, you knew perfectly well that you would receive messages of support and love, and also that you would receive messages from people who would not agree with you or your relationship, and even messages of hate. But this last type of messages had been more present and had been many more than you could have ever imagined. You couldn't believe how a person could be so evil as to constantly send hate messages and even death threats towards a person you had only seen through a screen, just for the simple fact of not having a socially normative body and dating a superstar whom thousands of people considered their idol and their example to follow.

Of course you had also received messages of love and positive messages, but although these were much more numerous than the messages of hate, the human mind tends to always stay with the negative side of things, and you were not going to be the exception, so the messages of hate made much more noise in your mind than the messages of love and support.

And there you were again. Crying in the bathroom of your room with the door closed and your back against it so that no one could enter. Even though Sebastian was away at the moment because of the races, you didn't want any of your children to see you in such a deplorable state if they woke up for any reason.                                         Who would want to be seen in the middle of an anxiety attack, probably with the make-up you hadn't bothered to remove, looking at the hate messages sent to you by your husband's so-called fans? The answer is no one, and anyone who says otherwise really is a big liar.

After what seemed to you like hours lying on the floor of your bathroom reading and re-reading all the hate messages they were sending you, you struggled to get up and put your cell phone away before approaching the sink to find one of the worst reflections the mirror had given you in many years. Your makeup was smeared all over your face as you had expected, but your eyes were red and incredibly puffy, which gave away that you had indeed been crying for at least two hours, and you would even dare to say that you had been crying for longer.

With the little strength you had at that moment, you opened the faucet and began to wash your face trying to remove as much makeup as possible, you didn't even care if you had some remains or not.                                                                                                            

Once you finished, you went to your bed, which at that moment was cold and lonely due to the lack of both your husband's and your own body.

You would be lying if you said you had had a nice, restful sleep, you doubted if you had been able to sleep for at least thirty minutes. But at least spending the whole night tossing and turning in the cold and lonely bed had helped you to clear your mind and your ideas. It was clear to you, that very afternoon you would leave the house, Seb deserved much more than what you could give him. Your heart really didn't want to do that, but your mind was clouded by all the bad comments you had been receiving lately.

So once the three children woke up and you gave them breakfast, you took them to Kimi and Minttu's house, which was only a couple of minutes drive from yours. Which they didn't find strange, since whenever either of you had things to do and had no one to leave the kids with, you took them to each other's house so they could spend time together.

When you arrived home after having been driving all the way home with tears in your eyes which left you with hardly any vision, you climbed the stairs to your room as fast as you could, and started to pack the small suitcase that you would take to your mother's house, not that you had much time before Sebastian arrived home, so once you had it ready, you took a sheet of paper and a pen from his office and started to write the most difficult letter you had ever written:

Dear sebsatian.                                                            I never thought that someday I would write this letter, and you don't know how it hurts me to do it.  I am writing you this letter with tears in my eyes to thank you for all the moments we have spent together. We met in high school, and although I always deny it when we fought, I fell in love with you from the first moment we met, but I never thought we would get to where we are today: married and with three beautiful children.                                        I still remember the day I told you I was pregnant for the first time, your eyes full of illusion when I showed you the test I had done days before, and you confirmed that it really wasn't any of my jokes and that I was pregnant for real. I remember how your arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to you before hugging me with all your strength as if I was your greatest treasure and would disappear the moment you let go, before filling my face with kisses while our laughter echoed throughout the room.                        And your reaction was no less when I told you the next two times. And I promise you that you are the best father I could have ever chosen for my children. But I am not the best mother or the best wife you could ever have. That is why I am writing this letter right now. I am leaving, but don't think that you have done anything wrong or that I am leaving because of you. I'm leaving because I can't go on in this situation, pretending that everything is fine, that nothing is wrong with me in front of the kids, I can't go on pretending that all those comments don't really affect me, I can't go on pretending that they are not over afect me.

I can't stay in this house anymore, drowning between four walls.     I don't know how long I'll be gone, maybe just a couple of days, weeks, months....   I really don't know, I just want to heal my heart and mind. So, please don't look for me. If the kids ask for me tell them I love them and that I am on a work trip. I know you will be fine without me, because as I have said before, you are the best father I could have ever imagined for my children.                                                                       I love you. Don't ever forget that                                                 P.S. The kids are at Kimi's house.

Once you finished writing the letter with tears streaming down your face thankful that you hadn't worn any makeup that day, you wiped the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. You took off the ring that had been adorning your left hand since you got married, and left it on the letter, feeling that you were also leaving a part of yourself, and walked out of the house, meeting the cab you had ordered earlier for the airport.

When Sebastian arrived home, he expected to be greeted with screams, hugs, laughter and the occasional stolen kiss as your children tried to get his attention so he could play with them as he was used to every time he returned from a Grand Prix.  But when instead of screams and laughter he was greeted by silence, something inside him knew at that moment that something was wrong.                                                                             But the last thing he expected was to find your wedding ring on top of a letter .                                                     When he finished reading this one, he dropped it on the floor along with the ring, feeling anger and helplessness take over his body at breakneck speed. I was not angry with you, I could never be angry with you, and even less so when you were not at all to blame. He was angry at all those people who had been sending you the messages that had led you to make that decision. But he was also angry at himself for having been so blind as not to realize what was happening in front of his eyes and how it was affecting you.

The first two weeks he accepted your request not to look for you or call you, but he was getting more and more desperate for not receiving even a simple confirmation that nothing had happened to you and that you were fine.  And the children didn't help either, every day they asked him when you were coming back, to which he answered that you were on a trip and that you would come back soon, which only seemed to help them until bedtime when they cried because they wanted you to take them to bed and tell them a bedtime story.

Sebastian hadn't spent any decent nights since you left. The bed felt cold and lonely without you. He wondered if that's how you felt every time he went to a grand prix.

But you'd be lying if you said you had. You had spent each and every night crying in your childhood bed missing your family, while ignoring each and every call Sebastian had made to you, while staring at the screen wondering whether to answer him or not.

(...)

It had been three months since Sebastian had come across your letter and wedding ring after returning from a grand prix, and since then he hadn't heard from you. Little by little he was beginning to lose hope that you would come home, although a part of him would really feel that you would come home when he least expected it and keep your word . Right now he was in one of your favorite bookstores in Heppenheim while the children were at home with their parents. He would really love for you to be

with him at that time and explore together all the memories you had together in that place.

He was absorbed looking at the books of his favorite section, when a voice coming from the other side of the shelf, made him come out of his thoughts. But it was not just any voice, it was a voice that he would be able to recognize blindly in a room where everyone is talking, a voice that had accompanied and guided him in his worst moments and that had never left him before, it was your voice.

At that moment Sebastian did not know how to react, he had been three months without any news about you, and now you were in the same establishment where you had met years ago, but this time in a completely different situation.

A part of him wanted to go to where he knew you were and hug you and never let you go again. But the other part of him was telling him that he should continue to respect his decision and wait for you to come looking for him.

Without knowing how, his legs had automatically moved to where you were, as if a thread was pulling your bodies together so that they would always be united.

And there you were, standing in front of each other, staring into each other's eyes but neither of you daring to say anything for fear of breaking the bubble you had created between you and of which no one else seemed to be aware.

-Not yet, but soon- you said, daring to be the first to break the silence.

-Do you promise?- Sebastian asked, raising his hand to your face as if to caress your cheek but quickly withdrawing it along the way before making contact with you.

-I promise,-you said, giving him a slight smile.

-Okay... I... miss you, but I'm glad to have seen you at least for a moment,- he said, looking down at the ground.

-I miss you too Seb, much more than you can imagine, you and the children. But I promise you that when you least expect it I'll be back with you,-you said, daring to stroke the slight stubble that I seemed to have been neglecting lately.

-The kids are with my parents, but I still don't want to leave them alone for too long. Take care of yourself, ok? I love you,- he said before looking you in the eyes for the last time and heading to the door he had entered just a few minutes ago.

-Take care of yourself too, Seb... I love you,- you said the last part in a whisper when he was too far away to hear it.

You let out a sigh and went back to your work to try to get rid of your thoughts, being away from your family was being harder than you could have ever imagined.

[...]

Two weeks after your last meeting, Sebastian had returned home after dropping the kids off at Kimi's house, as he would soon have to leave in order to practice with the new Aston Martin. But what he certainly didn't expect was to be greeted by the melody of your favorite song and the smell of his favorite dinner coming from the kitchen. With his heart racing he approached the place and what he saw couldn't have made him happier. You were there, you were back, but you were back with a much brighter aura than the one you had when you left, and that alone made all those months apart worth it for Sebastian.

-You're back,- he said from the kitchen door, startling you by his sudden appearance.

-I thought you would come back later, dinner is not ready yet, you can sit in the living room if you want.-

-Who cares about dinner, you're back,- he said, throwing himself into your arms, making you almost lose your balance, before joining your lips in a kiss full of feelings.

-I'm back,- you replied with a smile once you parted, -I promised you, didn't I? I always keep my word.-

-I can't wait to see the children's reaction.-

-I haven't missed them either, I've missed them so much.-

-so why wait. Let's call Kimi and order something for dinner. I'm sure the kids would love to have a movie night with their mother even if it's not Friday.-

-All right,- you said, putting out the fire, -but only because I feel like it too.-

-by the way , Seb... -

 -Yes?-

-I love you-

[starlight-write]

....lee!Husk () ler!Vaggie and ler!Charlie?

The others come in at some point idk (adorable sight though)

"Need some help there?" Vaggie laughed at seeing the cat sprawled out on the floor.

Husk yelped at the sudden voice before looking up at the exorcist standing at the side side of the bar. The cat's ear flattened in embarrassment and looked away.

The girl shut the door behind her as she approached him. "How did you even manage to get yourself stuck like this?"

"I was doing a little 'Spring Cleaning." He sighed. "I was sweeping under the shelf and the head of the broom broke off. Honestly, we need more cleaning supplies this thing was ancient."

"And you really thought your beefy arms could reach that and not get stuck?"

"Hey, I did get it!" The cat said before flicking the tool out towards the other.

"Good for you, hun." The exorcist noticed her girlfriend walk into the main living space.

"Hey babe, check this out!"

"Oh come on!" Husk whined as Charlie approached the bar. The princess peeked over the counter and shot her girlfriend a confused look.

"Look who got his arm stuck under the counter." Vaggie laughed. "You think we should call the fire department or something?"

Charlie laughed softly at the other. "Aww, poor thing. Does the kitty cat need our help?"

This was beyond humiliating. The cat thought to himself and banged his head on the floor.

"Yes, please." He groaned in defeat.

Charlie hopped over the counter and crouched down to face the two.

"Oh so you do have manners," The princess smiled. "Where was that a few hours ago during our last conversation? What was that you called me again? A shit-faced wannabe?"

Vaggie gasped dramatically. "Husker, how could you?!" The two girls giggled at eachother.

"For the last time, Princess, Hell or not, you're still not old enough to drink." The cat argued.

Said princess rolled her eyes before shooting an evil smile at the other girl.

"Y'know...Angeldust told us something pretty interesting about you the other day~" Charlie began running her fingers along the cat's arm.

Vaggie perked up, realizing where the other was getting at. "Yeah. Let us in on a secret on how to deal with your scrooge ass."

"Would you two just get me out alre-ADY- Hehehehey!-" The bartender squeaked when fingers began wriggling under his trapped arm.

Husk shot an angry look at the smiling princess. "Don't you even think about IT!- AHAHAHA- QUIT!!!" He shouted, squirming when Vaggie began tickling his sides.

The poor cat twisted and turned as he fought to get away from the absolute children who were wrecking his shit right now. He tried flapping his wings viciously to shoo them away. Unfortunately, this only resulted in each of the two pinning one down before attacking them as well.

Husk wished he could've said he kept his composure, but that would've been a damn lie.

"GET OHOHOHOFF!!! GET OHOHOHAHAHAHA-AAAA THIS ISN'T HEHEHELPING!!!!" Husk screamed and thrashed uselessly against his attackers.

Angel walked into the living space at hearing the commotion, followed by Alastor who had poofed himself beside the bar.

"What the absolute Hell are you guys doing-oh?" Angel laughed as he realized what was going on. The two girls looked up at the others, laughing as they got off their victim.

Alastor looked over the counter as well, looking slightly disappointed. "Yes, I heard screams of torment and got quite excited. My mistake."

The cat gulped in air, beyond embarrassed at this point.

"He got himself stuck." Vaggie explained. Angel nearly fell to the floor laughing so hard.

Alastor gave a small chuckle before snapping his fingers and the cat was suddenly poofed out of the bar beside Angel who caught him before he fell.

"Next time, call the fire department." The Radio Demon said before vanishing.

"You ok?" Vaggie asked when Husker had seemed to catch his breath.

The cat just huffed. "You guys are the worst."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: This was a fun pairing to write. Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed.

[beesneedswords]

Moon Maiden

Shadowheart Selune ending. 🪷

A larger build, any gender, but a Selune Paladin

Masterlist

Shadowheart lays on the floor of your newly bought house she has been struggling with the events of the past few months. Now that she’s free of Shar, finding out who she really is has taken toll on her. She stares at the ceiling seeming to ponder something.

"What should we do now?" she asks,"I think I am done adventuring for this lifetime."

You think for a moment, "We could get jobs, help rebuild the city."

"What job would you get? I think I will be a healer. I am pretty good at it."

"I might join the guard. I'm pretty good at it.”

She laughs a little remembering how little she liked you at first. Shadowheart was a cleric of Shar, you were a paladin of Selune, neither having any interest in the other. Until you found she wasn't as heartless as the goddess she served, she found you weren't a pushover. She later admitted that she was happy you eradicated evil instead of trying to save it, it kept her from getting hurt as often.

Over the next several weeks the two of you go around Baldur’s Gate asking for some side work. The healers need help, so Shadowheart works half the day at one across town and then the other half almost right next door. You, however, can’t find work as a guard for now. Instead you find work in the new construction of the city. Surprising only to yourself, you are actually very good at it. The two of you work from dawn to dusk, only seeing each other for dinner. Shadowheart always gets home first and a warm meal, most of the time an ever revolving stew, greets you.

“A patient gave me some potatoes and a bit of ox for helping them, so I added those to the stew.” She says as she sets a bowl on the table for each of you.

You smile holding up a half dozen rolls Duke Ravengard had made and handed out to everyone who is rebuilding the city. Shadowheart smile grows. This is the first time in months you have had bread. Not that you haven't had the chance to, but the shops are closed by the time the two of you are able to get home.

Each of you have a roll and a bowl of soup, just to keep the soup never ending and have bread for tomorrow. You light the bedroom fireplace while Shadowheart gets ready for bed. She climbs into bed and you join her soon after. She turns to you and brushes her fingers through your hair, you close your eyes enjoying the intimate nature of it.

"How long do you think it will take to rebuild?" She asks.

You think for a moment, "It's been eight months now, we're making good time. I'd say by a year. We have just two blocks left to do, but that's where the most rubble is."

"We have started to slow down at the clinics. Most of our patients have persistent injuries from the attack and some construction injuries."

"That's good. Maybe soon you can cut out of of the clinics and have a little while to yourself."

She stops combing her hands through your hair for a moment before starting again. It's gotten longer, when once it was to your shoulders it is now several inches past. Her's now reaches past her waist and black has started to grow from her roots again. She has stopped wearing it the way she used to and now wears it in a tight bun while she works, or loose when she's at home. You think she looks more elegant, more beautiful when it's down. You open your eyes again and see her are closed, and she is softly humming. You admire her for a while before you notice she's stopped brushing your hair and her song has disappeared. Her hand still lays on your head, but she is fast asleep.

You take her hand and kiss the palm before setting it down by her. You slowly make your way out of bed to grab a couple extra blankets and put out the candles. You place one of the blankets Astarion had mended on her before sliding back into bed and placing another one on yourself. Just as quickly as Shadowheart fell asleep, so did you.

In the morning you awaken before she does, the fire is out and the air is colder than the morning before. You warm up some milk and cook two eggs and a couple sausage. You place one of each on two rolls before going to wake her. When you reach the stairs Shadowheart is standing atop them with a blanket around her shoulders. You hold up the small meal you made and she smiles before making her way to you and taking the food. The two of you get dressed and walk to the other side of the city. You drop her off at the clinic and make your way a few blocks farther to the site. The day goes by as normal.

When night finally comes and you are finally home, you open the door and aren't greeted as normal to Shadowheart placing dinner on the table. Instead one of the other healers is standing at the door waiting for you. You fear the worst, somehow Shar has come back for her or she was attacked by a patient.

"She is still at the clinic." The woman says, "You need to come see her. We aren't sure what has happened. She just froze while working on a patient."

The two of you make your way back to the clinic, only two buildings down. You see her, Sat in a chair just staring into nothingness tears slowly falling down her cheeks. You crouch in front of her just saying her name.

"What happened? Who was she working on?" You ask and the woman points to an older man who looks similar to her father. You nod before going back to Shadowheart, "Let's go home."

You scoop her up with both arms and carry her to the door. The cold wind seems to wake her up and she gasps. She clutches onto you and buries her face in your chest. When you get home you set her into a chair and hand her a large bowl of stew before sitting yourself with some.

She eats slowly, clearly exhausted from trauma she'd just relived. The woman never told you how long she had been like that. When she finishes you wash the bowls and lead her up the stairs, taking your time to help her undress and into night clothes. You lay her in bed and light the fire.

When you finally make your way into bed she mumbles, "He looked just like him. Some memories came back and I felt like I couldn't move or I'd pass."

You comb through her hair, "I know. They showed me, I'm so sorry, Shadowheart."

She scoots closer to you, laying her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You continue to brush through her hair until you both fall asleep.

[mcweskers]

Sentient Wesker hc's

A/N: I wrote this really fast. This is the 2nd fanfic I wrote today and I didn't have anyone proof read it. Sorry for all the mistakes but I wanted to post something today! I also got inspired by mothxmoons! I'm so sleepy rn, goodnight y'all.

Warnings: He's out of character ofc

Rating: Fluff

Summary: What if Wesker was sentient, found a way into your world because he had a little crush on you.. This is what I feel like it would be like to date Wesker.

How did the two of you meet?

So funny thing, he just crawled out of your computer monitor one day. He liked you ever since he could remember and found a way to travel between worlds. He wanted to surprise you but he didn't take in the fact you didn't know he was sentient and self-aware.

He almost gave you a heart attack, shit looked straight out of the Ring.

For a month the two of you got to know each other, one night Wesker revealed he liked you and to his surprised you liked him too.

How did he adjust to his players world?

At first he thought his players world was just like his. It took him a while to adjust to this, peaceful life. You had to teach him how to act normal, sometimes he has his moments where he acts like...himself.

Three months after the two of started to date you brought him to the family gathering, he started to teach your nephew how to complete world domination.

"This is how you create a bio-weapon that'll-."

"Honey, I don't care if you almost completed world domination don't teach my nephew how to end the world."

"Oh, sorry dearheart I got carried away."

"It's the video game villain in you. You guys love sharing your master plans to everyone."

How long can he be inside your world for?

Two days at the most before his body becomes all weird. He kinda just becomes static like, unable to grab certain things, phasing in and out, and no longer has a physical form.

The two of you where cooking when this happened, he dropped the plates when he started to loose his physical form. You panicked for a little bit as he walked over to your computer and just went back in. Give him a good 5 hours and he'll be back.

What type of partner is he?

So he's still you know himself, so he has a huge ego and is so full of himself. He's constantly bragging about how he found a way into your world, and just loves to talk. He loved to praise you, hold you, cuddle with you, and kiss you. His favorite thing to do is hold onto you when you sleeps.

Wesker is very over protective of you, if you want to go to the grocery store he'll crawl out of the monitor to go with you. He's worried If he leaves you alone and you get hurt and possibly die he'll never see you again. He wants to be able to protect you. Luckily he still has his powers.

How jealous does he get?

Before he found away into your world he would get so jealous when you would be on discord talking with a friend about a person you met and was interested in or interested in you. But even now he's still a very jealous person. Homie gives the side eye to every person who tries flirting with you.

Has he tried to bring you into the Resident evil universe?

Yes. Did it work? No. The two of you tried it didn't work, don't worry Wesker's finding a way for you to join him in his world. Permanently.

[olichat-reads]

Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader #3

Summary: your sides on the field doesn't waver your loyalties to each other

a/n: i haven't posted any fics in a hot minute so i'll just.. yeah.

🌟

You don't even bother looking up when you heard your front door being unlocked, having gotten the heads up from the distinct way your bestfriend fucking stomps all throughout the hallway before he reached the door to your apartment.

"Oi. I haven't seen you in awhile."

"Mm. I've got a big mission to plan for," you mumbled distractedly, going over the newest tips your informant sent in.

Bakugou gave you a once over before walking over to nudge you aside from your laptop, save the document you were working on and promptly shutting it. "Hey-"

"Ass in the kitchen. Now," he all but demanded you, with an underlying threatening glint in his eyes. How dare he. In your own home too. You scoffed at the absolute gall of this man but begrudgingly shuffled after him anyways.

"You look like shit," He snarked as if your exhaustion was the greatest inconvenience in his life. "Stayed home the past 3 weeks and you didn't have time to look after yourself?"

"Its a big mission, Katsu," you clarified, as you slid into a seat at your little kitchen counter, resting your chin onto the palm your hand, watching your bestfriend squirrel around the kitchen with familiar ease.

"Could've asked me for help," he said, not sparing you a glance as he dug your drawers for forks. You raised an inquiring eyebrow at that.

"Its for work, Katsu."

"And?" The bastard popped a pink mochi- your last pink mochi- left on the defenseless countertop into his mouth, chewing loudly. You felt your eye twitch. How dare.

"My villain work?"

"I am aware," he deadpanned.

You couldn't help but huff fondly at that, taking the box of takeout he offered your direction. You smiled at the sight of your favourite order. He even got you that cream cheese crossoint you loved so much even though he says the price is a crime all on its own. You'll forgive him for the mochi theft. Just this once.

"I'm planning to take down some pretty big names, you know?" You started, snapping your chopsticks to mix your food idly, before raising your gaze to meet his. "Dead or alive."

Red eyes held yours.

"My statement still stands."

You stared at each other for a moment, unwavering, both unwilling to back down from where you stood. Eventually, you conceded first.

"Katsu, you're the number one pro hero in Japan. You can't get caught being associated with a villain. Much less actively help me out with the illegal stuff."

"Who said anything about getting caught? I'm not number one for no reason."

You had to huff a laugh at that. "I doubt the reason is to help a villain though, Ground Zero."

"I'm helping you, dumbass."

You blinked at that, before tilting your head, confused.

"That doesn't change anything? I am a villain." Katsuki rolled his eyes like you were the being so fucking stupid.

"Are you now?"

"Yes? Wh-" you tripped over your own words, apalled at what Bakugou was trying to say. "I am. I'm villain Red. Top 5 most wanted villains in Musutafu. Succeeded in evading three top 10 Pro Hero during the biggest heist in Musutafu in the last decade. Responsible for the serial assasination of multiple big named Pros and political figures. Do I need to go on?"

"Yeah, yeah, no need to read me your entire evil resume-"

"ExcUse mE-"

"It doesn't matter," your bestfriend said with such finality, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made your jaw clicked shut. "You're still that snot-nosed brat I promised to watch her back because her situational awareness is shit."

"First of all. We were 8, Katsu. Secondly, rude. I've gotten way better and you know it."

"You're also the same Y/n that cried herself into a panic attack because you couldn't save that kid, even when it wasn't your fault. The same Y/n who has standards even when it comes to crime and isn't afraid to make it known to the rest of the world, good and bad. You may be gray but I know for a fact your victims aren't as sporadic as you make them seem. You're not the big, bad villain you let the world see. I know that."

You had to huff out a ghost of a laugh at that. Of course the great Ground Zero saw through your facade as a feral assasin with body counts piling up faster than

"Your point?"

"I trust you." with my everything went unsaid, but you heard it all the same. Clear as the day. You couldn't help but falter, any protests or arguments ready to slip of your tongue dissolving into exasperated fondness you had for this stupid blonde in front of you.

"..Thanks, Katsu."

You knew if he ever asked for help for his side of the job, you wouldn't hesitate for a second. It was a risk you're willing to take, every time, if it meant keeping your best friend alive. Sometimes it was hard to believe that this devotion went both ways.

"Ok. Now that we all that gross mushy stuff aside," Bakugou started, making you laugh. "Who are we killing?" And there goes the moment, you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Katsu, I swear. You need to turn down the condoning crime thing. You're making me nervous."

"Tsk. And to think you were just bragging about being the top 5 wanted villains-"

"I can still make it to top three if I kill you now, you know. So, shut it, Ground Zero," you growled, only to bristle even further at the feral grin that spread over your bestfriend's face.

"There's the big scary villain-"

"I will throw you out the fucking window don't TEMPT me-"

🌟

a/n: i have a bunch of unfinished drafts that i might just post as is and call em drabbles bc CLEARLY. they're not gonna be finished anytime soon :')

[algea]

A Little Ghoulin'.

Prompt: You go to a highly aggressive location with Zak and the GAC and you get attacked by a malicious ghost.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x !female Reader

Warnings: girl idk, the GAC being themselves? also vomit

You were at another investigation with Zak and the crew. Everyone knew that you and Zak had something for each other, but the both of you were oblivious to it. This particular location had highly aggressive entities towards women. There were even accounts of demons attacking the women that’ve entered the building. Zak was already nervous bringing you as it was, but with this information, he was not having it. But of course, you insisted on going, even if it meant going against him.

“Are you SURE you’re alright going in there by yourself, Y/N?” Zak asked, gazing down at your face with a very worried look. 

You rested a hand on Zak’s chest and sighed,

“I’m fine Zak, really, I’ll call for you immediately if I run into trouble.” 

He sucked in a deep breath and muttered something too low for you to hear, probably irrelevant to you anyway. You drew your hand from his chest and rested on his cheek, softly stroking it with your thumb. His hazy, blue eyes met yours and the both of you shared and unknown contract, one that you would soon find out.

“I…You know I’m really against you going in there, right? I can’t let you get hurt like I would myself.” Zak sighed, his captive gaze holding yours. You only gave him a soft smile and ran your thumb slowly over his bottom lip. Zak’s lips ghosted a smile, but only before you heard a camera click and various noises of happy cheering.

“Dude! I knew it was gonna be here! Pay up, Billy!” Aaron exclaimed, still holding his phone in the position he took the picture in. Both you and Zak’s heads snapped over to him, only to see Aaron holding out his hand as Billy handed him a 20 dollar bill, and Jay snickering in the background.

“Shut up, Aaron.” Billy sighed, looking over at you and winking knowingly. You rolled your eyes at your best friend and dropped your hand from Zak’s face. 

“You two BETTED on when something like this would happen?” Zak questioned, his eyebrows raised and his head tilting towards them angrily. 

“Oh I am SO beating your ass after we get done here.” He added. All Aaron, Billy, and Jay did was laugh and crack jokes about you two. You snatched your personal camera up and turned it on before saying,

“Well fuckers, I’m heading inside.” 

You started to the door, which was on the opposite side of the large building. Zak followed you to make sure that you got in ok, as well as to be close by if you get in any danger. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Zak placed his hand on your shoulder, leaned down and said,

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

You smiled and reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. You then opened the door of the building and entered.

—————

The energy in there was like a hurricane, you felt so off every time you took a step.

“Whoa guys, I feel really off. Like every step I take man. Shit’s weird as hell.” You say as you walk further.

“You’re doing good, Y/N, just keep it up.” Zak’s voice said through the walkie-talkie. You went and sat down on a chair. You pulled out a spirit box and flicked it on, letting the static fill the electrified air. 

“Is there anyone with me right now?” You asked, looking around the almost pitch black room. You thought you could make out a tall black figure standing in the doorway of a room.

“Evil.” A woman’s voice came through, startling you.

“Zak, just as I said ‘is there anyone with me’ I saw a very tall black figure in the doorway of a room, then the voice came in and said ‘evil!’” You yelled, eyes looking at the X camera watching you. 

“Holy shit! We thought it said ‘evil’ too!” Aaron came in.

Just then, a voice came in and said,

“Demon…LEAVE!…”

But before you could say anything, something grabbed your hair and lifted you up off the ground. You shrieked and kicked, but to no avail because your feet were no longer touching the ground.

“ZAK! ZAK! IT’S FUCKING HOLDING ME IN THE AIR! HELP! HELP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You screaming, tears streaking down your face. 

You felt like your limbs were getting pulled apart from all directions.

“FUCKING HURRY ZAK, PLEASE!” You shrieked, choking on the vomit that was bubbling up through your chest. The vomit spewed out of your mouth. Zak slammed through the door and sprinted towards you. 

You crumpled to the floor in a crying heap. He didn’t care about the vomit on the floor, or the ugly crying that continued to come from you, he only cared about YOU. Zak’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into him, his muscular arms clinging to you like a small child to its mother. 

“I’m here, I’ve got you, I’m right here, shhhh…” Zak muttered into your ear softly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Billy yelled, sliding onto the floor and grabbing your shoulders from behind.

You shook from your sobs, and Billy did his best to calm you down. Zak was silent, his mind at work. 

“Cmon Bill, let’s pick her up and carry her outside.” Zak suddenly said, wrapping an arm around the small of your back. Billy did the same, and they carried you outside. Aaron and Jay rushed over to you, giving you a warm embrace. 

“Dude that was insane! The evidence we just captured was awesome!!!” Aaron exclaimed, withdrawing from the hug.

“Aaron, shut the hell up, it’s not about the evidence right now, it’s about Y/N.” Zak snapped, turning his head and glaring at him. Aaron sighed and nodded his head in agreement after a moment of thinking.

“Aaron, you and Billy go back in there and take some Full Spectrum Camera photos. Jay, you watch them in case something else happens, I’m going to help Y/N clean up.” Zak said, handing the Full Spectrum Camera to Billy. All three reluctantly trudged to their destinations, knowing that leaving you two alone could be very dangerous. Zak took you over to a couple steps and sat you down, holding you worriedly.

“Are you ok?” Zak asked, one of his hands traveling up to cup your face. The tears that rolled down your face slithered down his thumb, which was gently brushing over your cheekbone. You didn’t say anything, you just let the tears keep falling as he examined you further. Zak was muttering something, but you paid no attention to him, you were so mesmerized by him. As he was talking, you just couldn’t stop the urge to lean in and kiss him. 

“Do you need anything? I can get you something if you want, we’ve got plenty of stuff and it’s no-“ Zak rambled, but was cut short by you leaning in and softly pressing your lips against his. Zak’s eyes widened and his other hand flew up to cup your other cheek. He leaned into the kiss, letting himself do all the work, he just couldn’t resist you. Your hand rested on his shoulder, and the other trailing down to the small of Zak’s back. 

It was like the world stopped as you kissed him, everything freezing in place for a moment. Everything felt right, like this was the way it was supposed to be. You were the first to lean away, gasping for air as you rested your forehead against his. You heard the familiar click of a camera and snapped your head to Jay, who was grinning like an idiot. 

“Just wait until the boys see this, this’ll be GOLD.” Jay exclaimed, scurrying away after Zak lunged at him, trying to snatch the photo.

“Oh. Shit.” Is all Zak said, but you only smiled at him, knowing that it’d be fine, just like your spirit guides told you.

[rhysiana]

Do you ever open up a fic document and find something hilarious you forgot you ever wrote? Anyway, have this little modern NiF Jingsu inspired by this post. I'm pretty sure I never posted it because I meant to make it longer, but not everything has to be long.

Xiao Jingyan’s doom was sealed the minute Lin Shu spotted the new sign posted in the gym’s entry. “Note: Family membership cannot be used for rooomates! You must be in a real relationship!” His eyes narrowed, his lips pursed ever so slightly, and then he turned to Jingyan with a slow, evil smile.

“No,” Jingyan said immediately.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” Lin Shu claimed, aggrieved.

“I do.”

Nihuang came in behind them. “Why are we just standing in the entryway?” She leaned forward between their shoulders to see what they were looking at. “Oh, that. What bullshit.”

“Jingyan and I are going to fake date for a shared membership,” Lin Shu declared, and Mu Nihuang, the traitor, just nodded like it was obvious.

“We are not!” Jingyan insisted, increasingly desperate to be believed. “Why don’t you two do it?”

Nihuang and Lin Shu looked at each other and then back at him.

“No one would believe it,” Nihuang said, her tone all kind patience that set Jingyan’s teeth on edge. “We’ve tried dating, and we always end up at friends instead. Maybe in another life…” She trailed off in mock wistfulness and Lin Shu punched her in the shoulder. She shoved him away with a laugh and headed toward the locker rooms. “Get changed, you losers, or I’ll have already made it to the top of a route before you even get out there!”

“She’s right,” Lin Shu said. “It has to be you and me.”

“I don’t like lying, you know that.”

“This isn’t lying,” Lin Shu started, and Jingyan glared at him. “Okay, fine, it is, but it’s for justice! Besides, you won’t even have to say anything. I’ll do all the talking.” He patted Jingyan absently on the arm, attention already turning to how to best launch his attack on the front desk attendant. “You just stand there and look pretty.”

Jingyan felt heat flare high in his cheeks and was just glad Nihuang had already gone ahead.

~*~

When Meng Zhi arrived half an hour later, Nihuang, determined not to be left out of the fun, marched him back out to the desk and demanded they be given a couple’s rate too.

When Meng Zhi looked back over her shoulder with panicked eyes, all Jingyan could do was shrug helplessly.

~*~

“I don’t understand why you’re still going through with this,” Nihuang said when they got coffee after their shared poli sci class a few weeks later. “You’re rich! Just pay the membership fee. Pay his, too. Honestly, I thought you would just refuse.”

Jingyan scowled. “When has anyone ever talked Lin Shu out of a scheme?”

She smiled. “You just can’t say no to him.”

Jingyan scowled harder. “He holds my hand when we go in now,” he muttered, and she started cackling.

“You’re so doomed,” she said, wiping away tears of mirth.

“You will not believe what idiotic thing that guy in my philosophy class said today!” Lin Shu declared as he slid into the seat next to Jingyan, who automatically handed him the second coffee he’d bought. Lin Shu gave him a companionable shoulder bump of thanks as he continued straight into a dramatic retelling of his class.

Nihuang just smiled pointedly at Jingyan over her own coffee and he did his best to ignore her.

[christmascoles]

Two Fingers

Summary: you like to spend time with your friend criston in the castle

Tags: cock warming, dirty talk, smut, nipple play, fingering, blowjob

After helping Queen Alicent put on her clothes, you got up from your seat to put the rest of the clothes and accessories in their places. You loved your work at the castle. You had been in Queen Alicent's service since you were little and you were proud of it.

She treated you well and paid you well. It was a good earning for your father, who was a farmer. When Queen Alicent heard that all your earnings were going to your father, she felt sorry for you and gave you new clothes to help you. You often chatted with her. You knew her family, of course. And her sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole. You became very close with himduring your years at the castle.

Some nights you would pass by his post just to see him. When he saw you, he would smiled and tell you to leave. Other nights you would touch each other in silence. He was so used to you that he made an effort to see you. He was a brave and handsome knight. Most girls loved him for those things, but when they found out he wasn't noble, their love evaporated.

You weren't. You never were. You knew he averted his eyes when he was embarrassed. You knew he giggled during sex and hummed in his sleep. You fell in love with them. He knew too much about you. He took your virginity. You fantasized about marrying him a few times.

When you finished, you left the room. Walking through the cold corridors of the Red Keep, you found your way to the White Sword Tower. You were used to sneaking in here, so you easily made your way to Criston's room. When you arrived in front of the room, you knocked on the door just in case.

"Busy."

You heard Criston's voice. He probably thought he was talking to one of the Guards. You chuckled and opened the door and went in. You didn't expect to see him bathing in the tub, but you liked the sight. Criston was already scolding the guard he thought had come in before he realized you were there.

"It's me." You said.

When he saw you, he took a deep breath. He was not ready to explain, but you had already seen his beaten face. You put your hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. Criston was not a man to be beaten like that. There was something strange about this. You locked the door and moved quickly to the bathtub.

"What happened?!"

"It's no big deal. Ser Harwin and I had an argument." He said.

"You argued... it looks more like your fists argued. Attacking the Commander of the Kingsguard like that means Harwin's dismissal."

Criston giggled.

"That's the point."

"He went to Harrenhal, never to return."

You took the sponge and ran it over Criston's skin. You had seen him change over the years, but it frightened you that the man you loved was becoming more evil every day.

"Why do you put up with me?" he asked.

You took a deep breath before you spoke.

"Why are you breaking your vow for me?"

He smiled. You adored his smile. With his friendliness and coal-black hair, Criston Cole was the favorite of most lady in the Red Keep. No, no, no, you were the one who had him. Still, Criston's hostility toward Harwin Strong didn't surprise you.

You ran the sponge across his chest. The hair on his chest followed him to his groin. You couldn't see the rest of his body but you knew that Criston always shaved his cock. As you slid your hand down, a moan escaped Criston's mouth.

"Do you like the way I touch you?"

He nodded his head in agreement. He bit his lip. You put the sponge aside and stroked his semi-hard cock. He leaned forward and wanted to open the chest part of your dress. He wanted to see you. You knew that. When he failed to undo the buttons, he changed his mind about being gentle. He tore the cleavage in one move. You heard him growl as your naked breasts were exposed. You liked him to be hard, but you didn't expect him to pull you into the water at once. You got wet and struggled. Your scream was silenced by his hand pressed over your mouth.

"Hush." He said.

"You don't want the other Kingsguard to hear what a cunt you are, do you?"

"Hmm?"

He was waiting for you to answer.

"I apologize." You said.

You got rid of your wet dress. You were now naked and on his lap. He kissed your neck and squeezed your buttocks. The friction of his cock against your naked pussy turned you on. The wet kisses he left on your skin turned into bites. You squirmed and tried to take control. But he grabbed you by the neck and sat you on his cock. You buried your head in his neck when he suddenly entered you. He did the same. But he bit. Your feelings of pain and pleasure were mixed together. He didn't move and neither did you.

"That's it. Keep my cock warm."

"Because that's what you're here to do."

You slapped him across the face. Criston knew of your interest in him and sometimes used it. He laughed after the slap.

"I don't love you." You said.

That was a lie. It was just to wipe that egotistical smile off his face.

"Then why are you still with me?"

"I don't know."

He grabbed your waist.

"I know. Because you're mine."

Words were choking in your throat. You could feel his cock inside you, your pussy squeezing him with its walls. He pulled his cock out of you and turned you so that your back was against his chest. He put one leg on one side of the tub.

With one hand pinching your left nipple, his other hand went to your pussy. He parted the lips of your pussy with two fingers and found your clit. It was hard not to scream. You could feel his hard cock in your loins. You were in the water but you were sweating. The fire of desire enveloped your whole body.

"You like being groped, don't you?"

You could do nothing but shake your head. The fingers on your clitoris, down to your hole. One and two, up to two fingers filled your hole.

"You can't even take my fingers. How are you gonna take my dick bitch?"

"I'll get it.. I promise. Just... don't stop."

"That's what I thought."

You tried to kiss him while his fingers were fucking you fast and hard but he wouldn't let you. He teased you and pushed his fingers deeper and deeper. You had tears in your eyes.

"Seven hells.."

"Ahh, seven hells!"

You came on Criston's fingers. You made it squirt. When you were done, he slapped your pussy several times. Each time he slapped you, you jumped. You clung desperately to his lips. He kissed you slowly, as if he wanted to savor you. You felt his tongue on your tongue. All the while you were stroking his hair, which you adored. He lifted you off his lap and stood up. You were on your knees, looking at him. When he made a move to get out of the bathtub, you stopped him. He rolled his eyes when he saw your needy gaze.

"You've worked all day, now you need to sleep."

He dried himself with his towel and walked to his bed. You wanted more and that's why you were upset. You stood up and got out of the bathtub. Your legs were still shaking from the cum. Criston sat on the bed.

"Do you want me to go?"

You went to him. He hugged your waist and rested his head on your chest.

"I wish you were always with me." he said.

You played with his hair.

"Let me take care of you."

You were on your knees. You sucked his cock from the balls to head.

"Ooh-oh."

You could hear his breathing quickening. You continued your work. You sucked in as much as you could and slid it down your throat. Where you couldn't, you used your hands. You let Criston fuck your face. When he filled your throat with his cum, you swallowed it well. When you stood up, Criston pulled you to the bed and tucked you under the sheets.

"You're not going anywhere Y/N. Those little mouth and holes are mine."

"Yes." you whispered.

"And you are mine, Lord Commander."

Your foreheads touched.

"Damn right."

[writtenjewels]

See No Evil part 3

Part One, Part Two

Thanks to Salim's running commentary, Jason had a pretty good idea of what their surroundings looked like. They were in some underground temple with statues and artifacts, and so far the only signs of life were the “demons” crawling around. Salim said they looked like giant bats but they were all leathery flesh instead of having any fur.

Jason really liked the sound of Salim's voice. It was low and soothing and his accent made certain words roll off his tongue in a charming way. Like the way he said Jason's name, for example.

“We are not going to find any cake down here,” Salim spoke up.

“Cake?” Jason echoed, caught off-guard by the strange comment.

“It's made of batter.” Jason blinked a few times and let out a snort, his fingers pinching into Salim's sleeve. “What is smarter than a talking bat?” Salim went on. Jason waited, already smiling. “A spelling bee.”

“These are so bad,” Jason chuckled.

“I thought it would help lighten the mood,” Salim explained. “And incidentally, the demons stay away from light.” Jason let out another soft chuckle. It felt good to laugh about something in the middle of all this. They walked on in silence for a few minutes. Salim gave a warning shake of his arm before stopping. “I found something.”

“Another artifact?” Jason guessed with a touch of amusement.

“Yes.” He felt Salim shift as the man bent down to grab the piece. In the next moment, Salim's hand was in his. He guided Jason's hand over the artifact, letting him feel the carvings. “This one has a hole in it,” Salim mused, “possibly meant to depict the moon. The missing piece may be a stone or a gem.”

“You're really into this shit, huh?” Jason tilted his head to the side, the amusement now on his face. He could hear the curiosity and fascination in Salim's voice as he spoke about the artifact.

“Knowledge is never a waste of time,” Salim answered, putting the object back down. Jason instinctively squeezed the other man's hand before he could pull away. “It's something I'm proud I passed on to my son.”

“You got a kid,” Jason noted. “That explains the dad jokes.” Now it was Salim's turn to chuckle and Jason felt a little flutter in his heart hearing it. He tried to angle his face toward the noise. Jason more or less was used to being blind but it still frustrated him at times. How would he fight if one of those demon bats attacked them?

“What's wrong?” Salim asked, and Jason realized he'd been gripping onto the other man's hand tightly.

“My eyesight ain't gettin' any better, Salim. I'm fuckin' useless in a fight.”

“Don't worry about that,” Salim soothed him. “I will be your sword.”

“But then what'll I be to you?”

“That should be obvious.” Salim swept his thumb across Jason's hand. His heart fluttered again. “You are my shield, Jason. Your confidence keeps me from falling into despair, your presence prevents me from being alone. I need you, Jason; we need each other.”

Jason couldn't find any words. His heart was beating fast in his chest, his face hot in a blush. He couldn't see it but he could feel the intensity of Salim's gaze on him.

“Semper fi,” he promised in a shaky voice. Salim squeezed his hand and they moved on. Jason's heart was still racing.

[poisonappleeater]

Neverland Lover Pt. 1

Regina Mills x transmale!reader

takes place in s3 in neverland !! i dont remember some details of the plot of this arc so forgive me for any inaccuracies :( ALSO also reader is a bandit bc yeah (gender identity may or may not be significant to plot)

Regina’s been non-stop worried sick about Henry. Even when it was her turn to sleep, her eyes never closed. Yours rarely did either. Not when you were surrounded by the dangers of Neverland. And especially not when you were so busy watching her pace around a tree in the dead of night, when she would chew her apple-red lips, when she would hold her stomach with worry. But you were the only one who ever noticed. You didn’t know why no one else ever showed concern. Sure, maybe it was understandable to be weary of a woman with ambiguous morals, a murderous history, and a callous tone; but she was a woman with a heart. And it wasn’t blackened, not completely. It couldn’t be. Not with the way she protected her son. Maybe you were partial to Regina, and maybe your debilitating crush on her had something to do with it. (You’ve tried EVERYTHING to rid of your feelings for her. You couldn’t. And you knew she’d never go for you. A refined, ex-evil Queen of the Enchanted Forest/Mayor of Storybrooke had no business fraternizing with a bandit like you. You weren’t even sure if she saw you as a man.) You stared at her in the night, an infatuated hiccup in your heartbeat.

…

You, her, and the Charmings trekked through Neverland once more in the dim cerulean light before hearing snapping branches. The sound didn’t come from any one of you… Regina snapped her head around, onyx-hued hair following her motion.

“What was that?” she questioned. It was silent again. Everyone slowed their movements. You and Mary Margaret reached for your arrows.

“Maybe a bird?” David blurted. Mary Margaret looked at him and sighed. She loved him, but damn, he was dense. Before you could nock an arrow, the vindictive cries and yelps of Lost Boys pierced the air, swoops of swinging vines approaching you as the boys flew into view. You, Regina, and the Charmings gave each other wide-eyed glances in preparation for whatever was to come.

David muttered, “Okay, not a bird. Got it.”The Lost Boys surrounded you, some with hand-crafted knives in clutch. David and Emma held their swords at the ready, and you and Mary Margaret took aim. Regina conjured a fireball with a graceful flourish of the wrist (and maybe you blushed a little at the sight). She found your eyes with her own. Perhaps it was the light of the flame, but there was warmth in her gaze.

“Where did you hide the boy?” growled a ratty, blonde lad through gritted teeth. He must have been referring to Henry.

You spoke first. “We hid him nowhere. He’s not here.”

“And even if we did know where he was, we wouldn’t tell you,” asserted Emma.

The scrawny boy revealed plaque-riddled teeth with a snarl. “You’re so sure, eh? Maybe we can get you to tell us,” he mused. “Boys!” On command, the small army of scoundrels hurled themselves at you in attempt to chokehold you and the others. You stabbed one in the thigh with an arrow as he tried to pounce on your shoulders; David rendered a boy unconscious with the handle of his sword. Peering over your shoulder, you saw Regina flip one boy over with bare hands and toss one into the trees with a plume of purple smoke. Without her knowing, a third Lost Boy tried to attack her from behind.

“Regina!” you warned her. You made quick work of nocking another arrow, aiming at the boy’s shoulder. Regina turned to look at you, the boy mere milimeters away from her. In due time, your arrow hit the lateral deltoid of the scrawny cretin, effectively demounting him from his attack. Regina breathed heavily. With you unguarded, you were ambushed by two boys. Dammit. You struggled harshly but were able to hold their necks in your elbows. Just as you stabilized your hold, you felt the white-hot sting of metal in your side. The blade, albeit short, felt infinite in length as it continued to plunge into you. The pain was debilitating. You wailed with the air you had left in your lungs. Abruptly, the runts, previously cackling, were launched away from you. You heard two thuds, and the two boys fell silent. Regina must have taken them down with a spell.

“Dammit, Y/N,” Regina knelt beside you immediately. All the Lost Boys were unconscious, and the only sounds left were your agonied groans. She placed a hand tenderly beneath your head before observing your surroundings. That’s when you noticed the Charmings peering down at you with concern and care in their faces, but confusion as well at the affection Regina showed you.

“We need to get out of here,” Mary Margaret reasoned. Regina faced her, an incredulous expression on her perfect face.

“Does it look like he can walk right now? Give me a second. It won’t take long.” She slipped her royal blue blazer off. Regina’s soothing, velvety voice was enough to distract you from the pain for just a moment. The pain quickly returned when she reminded you of it.

“This is going to hurt.” Regina knitted her brows in concentration. Before you could provide any sort of response, she swiftly removed the knife from your abdomen, sure to maintain its angle to minimize further damage to your body. You yowled through gritted teeth, your heels scratching at the dirt floor as your legs moved.

“Sorry…” Regina crooned, efficiently putting pressure on your wound with her blazer before hovering her hand over your abdomen. You watched in fascination as your pain dissipated with a violet glow, your lesion seemingly undoing itself.

“Thank you, Regina.” A sparkle appeared in her eyes when you said that. Regina nodded ever so slightly in response, looking down subsequently to avoid your gaze.

David interrupted the tension, likely without noticing. “Let’s go.” Mary Margeret took your hand to help you up now that Regina was suddenly unavailable to you, lost in her own thoughts.

The pixie-haired brunette noticed Regina’s aloofness and smiled at you emphatically. “Yeah, let’s keep moving.”

…

You sat alone in the dead of night near the fire that you all put together. (Regina lit it with a fireball. You couldn’t get over how cool that was.) You rubbed your fingers over the spot on your lower right abdomen where Regina healed you. You played the scene over and over in your mind, missing the feeling of her hand beneath your tired head, the sensation of warmth as she treated your injury. Everyone was asleep, and it was silent aside from the crackle of the fire. That was until you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You turned and nocked an arrow in a fraction of a second.

“Just me.” Regina announced and sauntered ever so gracefully to a spot a few feet away from you. She knelt near the flame. You stared at her for a moment, letting yourself become familiar with the details of her face: the small scar above her lip, the curve of her nose, the shape of her profile. Your heart fluttered. You glanced at her wine-colored blouse, remembering her soiled jacket.

“You didn’t have to dirty your blazer just to fix me up.”

“You didn’t have to look out for me when we had our tussle with the lost boys.” It was silent again for a moment, although it felt long. “I could’ve handled myself,” she added. You shrugged.

“You already had two rascals on your hands.”

“How’s the stab wound? Any residual pain?” Regina changed the subject, eyes averted. She spoke softly, a rasp in her voice.

You replied, “None at all. And thank you, again. You’ve saved me a hell of a lot of trouble.” Your expression of gratitude perplexed the dark-haired woman, and silence remained stagnant in the air until Regina spoke again.

“You treat me kindly. Why is that? Ulterior motive?” she asked cynically. She raised an eyebrow. Heat rose to your cheeks, your eyes widened. You stuttered before mustering a proper response.

“You’re human. There’s no reason for me to treat you less than that.” The woman in the silk blouse broke out into a chuckle.

“But I have a heinous past. You know that, don’t you?” You didn’t know how to answer that without disclosing your feelings. You shrugged again and turned your head away from her in hopes that the warmth of the flame masked the warmth in your cheeks. Regina stopped laughing when she realized your sincerity.

“You really see me that way?”

“You’re not evil, Regina.” When you look turned to look at her once again, her eyes were already on you. The expression on Regina’s face unsettled you slightly, solely because it was akin to the way she looked at Henry. Wet eyes, subtly raised brows, slack jaw. You’d never seen her look at anyone else in Storybrooke that way. Your stomach flipped.

“Well, goodnight, Y/N,” Regina nodded, standing up, brushing herself off, and walking off before lying against a tree. You knew she was only faking sleep. You remained vigilant while your friends slept, leaving you to ponder of a gorgeous, raven-haired woman.

feel free to reply with any opinions or criticism!! hopefully ill be faster w posting the next part