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m0nsterqzzz · 7 months

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Cat's Out of the Bag La Rue

pairing: Clarisse La Rue x reader

summary: Valentines Day rolls around, and what kind of girlfriend would Clarisse be if she didnt get you the only present you've been wanting?

a/n: i wrote like 5 fucking valentines day fics yesterday (one with natasha, one with wanda, one with clarisse, one with carol danvers, and one with katniss everdeen) yet this is the only one im posting and i kinda hate it. literally the shortest oneshot i've ever written. also, I'm literally a dog person writing about cats. what has life come to?

is this the worst thing i've ever written? yes. do i hate every other piece of written recently cuz im in writers block and haven't updated in like 3 weeks? also yes. im so done yall.

With a baseball cap covering her head, tucking her curls against her head and being the best disguise she could come up with, Clarisse’s eyes dart all around the cab. It zooms through the streets of New York, making the child of Are’s slightly concerned for her and her siblings safety as they get honked out. The man driving seems like he’s barely paying attention to the road, but in the end it doesn’t really matter as long as they get to their destination.

There are three children in the yellow car; Clarisse, her half brother Mark, and her half sister Ruby. They were the only ones who she could convince to come with her to town, past the safe bounds of camp half blood where nothing but their weapons can stop monsters from hunting and hurting them.

It’d be a lie to say Clarisse isn’t nervous, but she pushes the feeling down as she grips her spear tighter in her left hand.

This is for you. She’s going into town and risking getting in trouble for the end result of seeing her favorite smile. Your smile. Her partner of one year. It may not seem like a very long time to some people, but you guys are demigods. It’s surprising you made it through the year without being killed by some horrible, ugly monster.

The car stops and the guy counts the large amount of money Mark hands him before telling them to get out of his cab. It may have annoyed the teenagers on any other day, but it doesn’t bother them too much since today is a special day.

“Why are we here?” Ruby asks, eyes scanning the area around them as if sure something is going to jump out at them. In the blonde haired girl's defense, it’s very possible something will.

Clarisse gestures to the small building in front of them. It’s run down and in desperate need of a paint job, but it doesn’t matter. That’s not what grabs the child of Ares attention. It’s the small animals chilling in their little spots inside the store. That’s what she’s here for.

The sign above the small colorful store reads, “Mike’s Animals”. Boring name, but gets the point across. She can already see the little animal she came here for when they walk through the door, the loud bell ringing from the action of opening it but no employee comes to help them. Clarisse lets her siblings stare in awe at the other animals for a few months before shoving towards a section near the back. The kitten section. You had been showing her a website on your phone a few days ago, one with a different selection of the small animals. The website was for Mike’s Animals, but you explained that even though you’d really like a cat, pets aren’t allowed in Camp Half Blood. It’s a rule.

Well you wanna know what Clarisse says about that? Screw rules. What her person want’s, her person gets.

So if the police ever come around, asking you why Clarisse shoved a black and white kitten into her brother's coat pocket and then made a run for it while the store manager chased after them, that’s what you have to say.

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You're laying on your bed reading a book when your girlfriend walks in, a large box covered by a piece of fabric under one arm and a bouquet of flowers in her free hand. She ignores your siblings' gazes as she walks towards your space, setting down the box with a type of gentleness nobody in camp but you gets to see and then holding out the flowers.

They’re your favorite, clearly straight out of the flower fields by the slight glow they give off. They’re wrapped in a brown type of paper with a pink bow clearly down by one of the Aphrodite kids to hold it all together.

“Hey my love.” She starts. “These are for you.” You take the plants with a large grin on your face, bringing them closer to your face to smell the amazing natural scent coming from them. Something moves inside the box she sat on your bed, making you hold in a scream as you jump closer to your girlfriend and farther away from it. “What the hell is moving in that Clarisse?!” You ask, your siblings' attention all over you guys now.

Clarisse just laughs, but she seems slightly nervous as she puts the crate in your lap. “Just look. I hope you like it.” She continues to nervously ramble as you remove the cloth from the top of the box, letting out a small gasp when you see the small animal looking back at you with wide, curious blue eyes.

Your girlfriend stares as you gently pick him up, him instantly curling into your hold with a soft pur as you hold him close to your chest. “You um…you like him?” She asks with a small smile.

“Of course I do! He’s adorable, Risse!” She lets out a relieved sigh, laying down next to you as your siblings surround the bed trying to get a look at the animal. “You know Chiron will never let you keep that right?” One of your brothers asks with a laugh, and you frown as you look at your girlfriend.

She thinks about it for a moment before she says, “We’ll just hide him. He can lounge around the cabin while you’re gone, and you guys can hide him somewhere during cabin checks. Chiron will never know.”

Your siblings eventually leave you alone, going back to their acticicus as your two favorite beings cuddle up to you. Clarisse cuddles up next to your side, and the kitten on your stomach. “I really like you Oreo.” you whisper to the animal, making your girlfriend laugh. “Oreo? That’s the most original thing you could think of right?”

“Okay if you're so great at naming things, what should we name him?”

She goes quiet for a few seconds before mumbling in defeat, “I like Oreo.”

You guys enjoy the silence that surrounds just you guys as you pet Oreo, but then a small laugh comes from you when Clarisse gently grabs the cat and pulls him off your chest so she can lay her head there. “He’s been here for half an hour and you're already jealous?” “He was getting way too touchy. Mine.” She teases and then fakes an annoyed groan when he crawls onto her back and lays down, stretching himself out just to prove a point.

“Will you be my Valentine, my love?” She asks as she places her chin on your chest to look up at you. There's a certain softness in her eyes that you and only you get to see. In fact, it’s very, very rare you ever see the side everyone else talks about when they talk about Clarisse towards you. “You guys just don’t know her like I do.” You tell them. Not like they believe you, half of the camp still believing you somehow put a spell on her.

“Only if you’ll be mine.” You whisper back as if it’s a secret.

“Oh…this is awkward. I already agreed to be like ten other girls date.” Her voice is teasing as she tries and fails not to giggle.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“Hm.” You fake being offended as you cross your arms over your chest and look away. She laughs, and the sound practically forces a smile on your face.

“I’m kidding. Only you, angel. I’m yours. Always.”

“And I’m yours, Clarisse La Rue.”

“Always?”

“And forever.”

There’s a knock on your cabin door, and you figure it’s another camper until a voice calls from the other side of the door, “Clarisse? I know you're in there. Your siblings told me where you went. Cat’s out of the bag La Rue.” Chiron says. Very terrible choice of words. She groans into your stomach, rolling off of you and successfully getting Oreo to jump off her back and onto the bed.

“Those little snitches.” She snarls as she gets up to open the door, making you instantly miss her warmth.

You place the cat under your sweater, giggling and then shoving his face back under when he crawls to put his head through the neck hole. Once she knows he’s covered, Clarisse opens the door. Chirons eyes fall to you, and it’s only then do you think about the fact that there is a giant Oreo shaped lump in your sweater.

All your siblings fall silent as they watch to see what’s gonna happen.

“Mac and cheese day am I right?” You try to joke with a nervous chuckle, but he doesn’t laugh. He just runs a hand over his face and then stares at you. “You know what? I don’t care. You find a way to feed him that isn’t taking resources from us, you make sure he doesn’t do any damage to the furniture, and you keep track of him at all times, you can keep him.”

You grin at him, letting the small animal out of your sweater who in turn lowly hisses at the sight of Chiron.

He groans, walking off as he mumbles something about needing a very long vacation. There's only so much of your girlfriend bending the rules to get you presents he can handle before he was bound to just accept it.

The cinatar leaves, your girlfriend flipping him off when he can’t see. He yells over his shoulder, “I know what you’re doing Clarisse! Stop it or no dessert!”

She stops flipping him off. Next to you, chocolate cake is what she lives for.

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That night, as you sit with Clarisse at the bonfire, she listens to you complain about how much you miss Oreo. Usually, you’d be too busy roasting marshmallows and cuddling with her to think about anything else, but your girlfriend doesn’t do anything other than smile, happy she made you so happy.

“So how’d you get him anyway? You don’t have that kind of money and there’s no way Chiron gave it to you.” You say, and she freezes in her spot on a log, slightly tightening her arms that are wrapped around your waist as she avoids your eyes.

“I stole him.” Her voice is slightly quieter than usual, and she says this in the most casual tone she can muster.

“CLARISSE LA RUE!”

#clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x you #fluff #valentines day #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson series #cats #don't call my bitch the lightning theif percy!#what was that ending?#11 days late lol #valentines gifts #valentines day fic

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the-hype-on-tv · 7 months

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Superman shows up at the Hall of Justice as everyone is minding their own business. Flash, Cyborg and Green Lantern are chatting by the cafeteria while Martian Manhunter and Aquaman are watching Hawkgirl spar with Wonder Woman.

The Man of Steel stops by each member and hands them a card and a box, each one decorated accordingly to their themes and likings.

"Happy Valentine's!" his smile flashes as he speaks. Tilting his head and turning to the sides, he then lifts an eyebrow. "Where's B?"

"Didn't show up today," Flash replies, unraveling the pretty lightning themed bow that held his gifted box shut. "Try checking the monitor room."

"He is not here. Perhaps he is patrolling Gotham at this hour." J'onn adds after a quick psychic scan, smiling to see the Oreo dessert that Superman got for him in his gift box.

Kal wishes them all a happy Valentine's day once again, before exiting and soaring to the sky in Gotham's direction. The early night settled in with the melting snow as he held close the last boxes on his strong hands.

"Superman!" a familiar voice reaches him, from the top of a sky scraper. He lowers himself to float near a small figure on top of a gargoyle.

"Hello, Robin! Have you seen Batman around?"

The small boy ties his thick eyebrows in a scowl. They are so much like his father's, Superman chuckles internally at the resemblance.

"Don't worry," he opens a friendly grin to the boy "I brought something for you as well. Jon sends his regards." Handing the smaller box to the boy, a flashy card with an attempted portrait drawn attached to it. Although he pretends he can't, Kal notices the hitch on the kid's heartbeat when he grabs and takes a look at the gift.

A nod as thanking, the boy wonder jumps off and grapples, disappearing into the Gotham night. Kal follows him with his head.

As he faces the dark, a known heartbeat comes behind him, in the shadows. He plays as though he can't hear it, waiting for the sign to acknowledge the Dark Knight's presence.

"Superman." it's broody as always, but not as cold as when they first met. A subtle fondness hides under the growling bat, as the hero swirls around to face it.

"Hey, B." he steps on the gargoyle as the other comes close to it as well. "Happy Valentine's."

"I told you not to wander into my city like that." lifting an eyebrow, the bat claims with his arms crossed over his chest. His gauntlets are dirty, as if he's just out of some punching and kicking criminals. Superman's sapphire eyes meet the cowl lenses with awkwardness as he fidgets with the last box.

It is black and wrapped with a bow with yellow hearts. It's no bigger than his two hands, but it feels like holding his own heart as he sticks it out for his best friend to grasp.

As Batman does so, his face twitches almost unnoticeably for anyone who isn't as close to the man as Superman is. He opens it slowly and gives into the urge to smile, a light smirk pulled on the edge of his lips.

"You shouldn't have." the Knight jokes, lifting up the silly plushies gifted by his friend. It's a Batman and a Superman plushie, but the man soon notices that they are united by some sewn strings on their stubby hands. Something is embroidered on them: Super Friends. The Bat can't help but chuckle.

"I know it's corny, but I thought it was fitting." the kryptonian approaches even more, his grin brighter than the sun itself. Batman traces over the message with his dark gloves, feeling how fresh and homemade these are compared to the rest of the plushies' sews.

He closes the gap between their faces, two figures on the inky skyline professing their closeness to each other. He hadn't even glanced at the clearly bought cards that said "you are my hero" and "be my Valentine".

#i wrote this out of boredom #clark seems like the type that gifts his friends on valentine's too #superman #dc #batman #dc comics #superbat #justice league #superman x batman #batman x superman #mini fic #superbat ficlet #superbat fic #i might draw these later

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pursuitseternal · 7 months

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“Rescue Me:” Risk, nsfw Romance, and sub!Ascended Astarion update for “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 4.2K rescue and nsfw reward

Summary: just a harmless hunt turns dangerous, an old threat from your Tadpole days resurfaces. Once your love has you rescued, you reward him handsomely for the effort.

CW: Canon-typical violence, bloodshed, Vampire Bride powers homebrew, protective Astarion, soft sub/dom dynamics, Sub!AA, outdoor sex, praise kink

My bloody Valentine for @marimosalad , @myfavouritelunatic

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The world is a wash of colors, a bouquet of scents, now that you step into it with all your vampiric powers. The forests around the city are colored as the trees begin to turn, reds like his eyes and golds like the treasure you’ve amassed as sovereigns. And your limbs are alive as you bolt under those trees. Reithwith is far behind you, the forests and wilds ahead. The only thing faster in the world rushes at your side

Astarion. Hair whipping wildly in the wind, eyes narrowed as he runs. Mouth grinning like a fool so wide, his pointy fangs peek from his lip.

You feel the same too. Alive. Powerful. The rush of speed and thrum of your vampiric vigor, it intoxicates you. Powerful. Like nothing can touch you.

“Bet I find and kill a bigger animal than you, my love…” you taunt right into his mind.

“Oh my dear, I’d like to see you try…” he pants with open mouth as he purrs back into your thoughts. “Nothing so delicious out here in these woods than me, my pet.”

“True…” you flash him an image of your razor-like fangs biting him all over… his neck, his thigh… that sweet, filled out swell of his own ass cheek, your hand fondling his balls from behind…

He nearly stumbles over the roots of some great oak at that. Regaining his sure footing just in time. “Tempting… but I’ll enjoy my spoils so much more by winning this little hunt you suggested, darling.” He slows a bit until you’ve caught up, until your shoulders bump as you keep in stride through the forest undergrowth. Even as it’s dying.

You toss your head, hair streaming from your face as you flash him your own fanged smile. “To the winner goes the spoils, then….” You give a giddy laugh before darting into the forest away from him and out of his sight….

It’s only after you’ve fallen a stag, feasting on its warm blood, that you realize someone stands behind you. Before plain lances throught the back of your head.

Before the world goes dark.

The forest has grown dark by the time you open your eyes, your head swims. Whatever they smacked you with, it left no lingering damage, not with your vampiric powers. Not when you have his blood in your veins. Slowly the world comes into focus, and you know you’re not alone. Three large male Drows stand guard over you, their armor thick and their eyes intense.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

That voice. A female crosses towards you, her own armor dark like night, her red eyes shining as she scans you, bound with your legs together under you, your arms behind your back. The chains around your wrists and ankles sting, but it’s her gaze that makes you disgusted and slightly nervous. Those eyes flash between your mouth and your neck.

She wants your bite. And your blood.

“Araj…” you growl.

“I’m glad I made such an impression on you and your lord that I haven’t been forgotten.” She looks down at you, closing in on where you’re bound. Every urge in your body hums to life, you strain at your bonds, but they burn your skin the more you struggle.

“You know, he will kill you when he finds you,” you hiss, “Lord Astarion wouldn’t deign to drink from you, but he will enjoy spilling your every last drop.”

Araj laughs as she crouches next to you, “I should hope he tries, little consort. I cannot wait to study your blood. You little spawn, how does it feel when he compels you?” She runs a finger up the side of your neck, you pant as she touches you, you flinch. She is repulsive, her finger on your skin an insult to Astarion’s greatest creation. She strokes where your own two bite mark scars dip your flesh. “Does he drink from you nightly? Make you do all sorts of exotic and rigorous things, that Vampire Ascendant?”

Fangs bared, you hiss in her face. “You dare to touch what is his…” your mind spins, suddenly flooded with a surge of power. A warmth races down your spine and into your limbs. It makes you bold. It makes you laugh. “He is coming, you vermin. And he does not like having his things taken….”

Araj gives a nod to her soldiers, they draw their blades and fan out into the dark. She laughs, cackles more like. “Oh, imagine if I captured the Ascendant and his consort… if I had their blood to play with… their teeth to satisfy my dreams and curiosity…. You should have killed me when you had the chance instead of leaving me unconscious.”

Your voice shifts in your throat, you can feel him whisper in your mind. “Your hero is coming. I’ll be there soon, my lady….” You take a sigh of relief, feeling his haste, drinking in the wave of his rage as if it can nourish you.

And then, you speak, his voice in your mouth, his silken tones on your tongue. “I’m rather glad I did leave you… it will be far more satisfying to end you slowly now for what you have done… darling….”

Araj freezes at the sound of his voice. Eyes wide and frightened as she watches his power possess you. His power caresses your body, giving you a lasting sense of comfort. And you give the Drow a wicked smile. “We are going to love punishing you.”

The dark glade you’re in is suddenly filled with the sounds of bones crunching and blood spattering on the ground. One body… two… three bodies hit the dirt with a crunch. And Araj draws a little dagger. You laugh, your own sweet tones on your tongue again. “Oh yes, little prey, pull out your claws. Won’t stop you….”

“…from being devoured….” That low, velvety male voice caresses up your spine, his footsteps landing behind you.

Your hero, your lovey villain. Your master and mate. He touches the top of your head briefly, assuring you of his protection and presence.

Astarion’s hands pull your bonds apart. That roguish dexterity never leaving his beautiful fingers, the silver chains coming apart like butter in his grip. And even as you hear the little hiss of its power burning his skin, he gives no hint of pain.

Flinging the chains aside, he lifts you to your feet, steadying you, as if you weigh nothing to him.

The Drow’s eyes are wide, the red of her irises shaking up and down in her fear. Astarion growls, his twin daggers pulled from behind his back swiftly. You have seen it countless times. A chilling laugh comes from his mouth. “You really should have brought an army if you planned to touch what is mine… if you planned to take what is precious to me.”

“How else was I…” she tries to back away, stepping with a sickening crunch on the bones of one of her guards.

“What… darling? Fulfill your twisted little fantasy? Or find a way to sate your death wish?” he chuckles, his daggers twirling so beautifully, so gracefully in his long and bloodied fingers. “It took me all but a moment to rip all three to shreds… and you,” he points his dagger at her quivering form, head held high and shoulders squared, bloodied mouth ginning wide in the moonlight. “You’ll I’ll take my time with, darling. For what you tried to rob me of, my Consort, my Bride, there is no punishment fit enough for your crime, if I am any judge.” Another roll of dark laughter. “Which I was once, but now…” he closes in on Araj, feline and fast, “I’m your executioner.”

You watch, your stomach turning sour at the smell of her fetid blood. He’s so graceful, the way his body moves as he fights, not really a fight. It’s a dance, his movements fatal and swift, his little noises of effort punctuating the silent forest.

You draw closer, until he drops his blades into the mat of leaves on the forest floor. She’s still twitching on the ground, Araj, lover of all things sanguine, laying in a pool of her own life’s blood.

It’s more than enough vengeance for now. His arms sweep you up, taking you from the carnage.

Taking you to safety.

A clearing bathed in the moonlight… not unlike your first time. If only you knew the road ahead of you that night and all the pleasures and love that awaited.

You still smell fetid blood in your nose, you still feel the burn of silver round your wrist and ankles.

He sets you gingerly on the ground, his eyes looking everywhere but your face. His heart pounds so heavily, you can hear it as if it is your own. His touch pulses with it in his fingers, his hands turning over the burn marks on your pale skin. Hetugs where your sleeves and trousers have been torn to expose you, to make room for the silver chains to corrode into your flesh. “That bitch… I hope she does slowly, I hope she’s still in agony for what she did to you,” he spits, words hissing between his clenched teeth.

“Never,” he proclaims so loudly it hurts your ears. Suddenly both palms press into your face, making you turn to meet his glowing crimson eyes. He’s livid, silver brows furrowed deep, thick lips somewhere between a frown and a snarl. “Never again, I’m never letting you out of my sight again, darling. Where you go, I go. I will always be watching you everywhere you go. And never again will you stray from my side, do you hear me? Don’t you dare….” The ferocious snarl, the fearsome timbre of his voice, snaps in an instant.

His face presses against you, nose to nose, his forehead hot and damp with sweat where it crams against yours, his cheeks beginning to stain with wet. “Don’t… I can’t… I can’t lose you again.” He sobs, his tongue licking his lips from the salty strains of tears. “I’m not strong enough for that.”

His arms wrap around your head, pulling you into his blood spattered and embroidered jacket. His favorite one, with the golden stitched peacocks on a sea of cream silk. But it wasn’t cream any longer. You hiss as your hands and wrists brush his body. Instantly he recoils, concern etched across his handsome features. That mask of indifference he wears so often as Ascendant has vanished. And all you see staring at you in the dark woods, huddled on the ground, is the man who loves you, who stops at nothing to rescue you.

He pretends his cheeks aren’t wet, pretends that aquiline nose of his isn’t almost running. He brings your wrists to his mouth, kissing over the burn marks as if his lips could heal you.

As if his love could heal you alone.

You shiver in pain. The wounds are still fresh and raw with blisters. He instantly starts to work the buttons of that jacket, his pale skin exposed to the night as he wraps it around your shaking shoulders.

His heat saturates the fabric, his eyes and hands busy as he snugs it tightly around your frame. But behind his eyes, inside his thoughts he only hears that beat of how he needs to save you.

Just as you have always saved him.

Fangs pierce his own naked wrist, his blood, warm and tingling, drips with a hiss on your burned skin, blisters fading and raw skin knitting back together the second it connects with his powerful essence. Quickly, he moves to your ankles, making sure every little bit of your injuries is bathed in his blood.

Feeling returns to your extremities. You wriggle them, and Astarion leans closer, bringing his wrist to your lips, letting it whet your hunger.

Your stomach turns at the taste, instantly needing more in your belly, instantly losing all sense of pain. Or fear. Or loneliness. Not now that his power flows from his veins to yours. And you release your lips after a few swallows. Just enough to steady your head.

He’s shushing you softly, muttering to himself, “Never agains, never…”

“Astarion,” you breathe, “you are strong.”

“No,” he shakes his head, bringing you against his warm chest, “I can’t be if it comes to losing you….” His breath is ragged in his lungs, heart racing still from his rescue.

And fear.

“Then we are strong enough together, my love,” you force his face in your hand, turning it, making him, compelling him, to meet your gaze. “I knew you’d come,” you whisper, feeling him lean a little harder into your touch. “You fearsome Vampire Ascendant, if I need to be confident enough for both of us, then let me do that for you.”

He gives a wet laugh, “My consort, my queen, my right hand….”

“The hand that helps pull you up even when I’m the cause of your fall,” you give a tender smile in return.

He gives you a smile that resembles more of his rakish smirk, if still a bit tragic and a bit forced. “Maybe there’s something that hand of yours could pull… if you’re offering.”

Your hand strays down the soft skin of his chest… his stomach. “I wouldn’t want to spoil you, but you do so love when your acts of heroism are compensated, I recall….”

“Rewarded, my little love,” he tries to chuckle. Still weak, his body showing more of the despair that still blisters inside him that his words will allow to describe. “Why don’t you reward me,” he looks down on you with those big, wet crimson eyes, “haven’t I been so good to you?”

“Of course,” you whisper, pressing your hand in the valley of his chest, making him flatten out on the forest floor.

Not unlike days of old.

“You’re always so good to me, won’t you let me be good to you in return?” you slink your way over his body, spreading your thighs so straddle those hips of his.

“I have earned it, haven’t I?” He preens beneath you, just a small spark of that arrogance and seduction coming back. His hands haven’t left your body, pawing at your hips, running up your back.

As if he will never let you go, never let himself lose you again.

You shrug the weight of his jacket from your shoulders and pull the edges of your long tunic over your head, torn and dirty as it is, you breathe a sigh of relief. The dark of his pupils consume that ring of red around them, eyes dilating to see your breasts, a sight just for him. Instantly his hands reach for them, one in each palm, cradled in his touch, so soft and so perfectly. You long to taste him, to get the sour tang of fear and bile that still lingers in your mind, despite even the taste of his ascendant blood on your tongue.

His lips shake as they meet your own, almost unwilling to believe he gets to do this again. Disbelieving he’s managed to save you, to decimate your enemies with you so deep in their clutches.

He basks in the way your body clings to him, like he does every chance he has to sit curled in the sun. A little smile on his lips, even as they dance and devour yours. His touch reverently ghosts up your belly, tantalizingly light on your skin, tucking into the waistband of your trousers to try to slink them down.

But you smile into his kiss, brushing his hands away like gnats. “My love…” you rasp, “did you ask to try to remove those?”

“No,” he growls in reply, hands instantly slinking back up your body, brushing against your swaying breasts to cradle the back of your neck.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” you moan slightly into his mouth. Hands splayed on his chest, you raise yourself back up, feeling the heat and pressure of his growing erection beneath your body. A slight wriggle of your hips makes his mouth hang slack. “Let me just ride you, my love. Let me make you feel that I’m here with you.”

He groans at that. Hands planting firmly back on your hips, you slowly grind on that length, feeling it hardening under you. But you tutt your tongue, sliding down his thighs. “Can’t have you hard down your leg, can we?”

He shakes his head, “By the hells no,” he hisses as you reach in to adjust him. He groans as you take his shaft in your grip, a few gentle pumps aren’t enough for him over that steely hard erection. You sweep your thumb over that weeping slit, just enough to make the bead of precum slick your fingers before you let go, keeping his cock inside the waistband of his breeches.

Tongue running over one fang, he watches as you lick your fingers clean, as you slide your body back over to grind on his aching hardness. “Aren’t I worthy of a little more reward for my heroics?” He tries to sound demanding, but with each buck of your hips that rubs the heat and fabric where you join, he only grows more desperate.

“Good things come to Ascendant Lords who wait, my love,” you purr, slowing the way your hips gyrate over his just to prove your point. Fingernails claw into your hip bones, scoring and tearing your skin. His head digs back into the ground, the rustle of leaves beneath him a staccato to the way his breath pours out in a long pant. “Tch,” you lean down to capture that mouth that twists in agony. “Easy my love,” you whisper as his lips try to consume your own cold breath. His hands press on your shoulders, the back of your neck, holding you steady as he thrusts up into that warming crease between your thighs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damned right, you’re not,” he growls, a tenacity in his tone and ferocity in the way his fingers cling into your mussy hair. “And you’re mine…”

You shake free of his hold, sliding to slip off your trousers, the night air making every hair on your body prickle. Your nipples firm up harder than pebbles, even as your nerves burn to take his heat within you, for him to thrust his pulsing cock inside, to fill you with the friction you crave more to survive than blood.

But instead you settle back, your folds wet and pressing into the suede of his breeches. “Your reward is rather cruel, little love,” he hisses, nearly whining, even as his voice rumbles in his chest. “May I touch my spoils?” he whispers.

A wicked, gaping smirk on your lips and your head throw back as you demonstrate. “Like this, my lord?” You still on his prodding cock, lifting your hips just enough for his darkened eyes to watch your fingers slip loudly into your drenched folds. Your stroke, you circle and curl, whatever movements make the most sounds. Astarion’s hands slowly creep from your hips lower… lower… daring silently as he encroaches closer where you now ride your own touch.

You smile, closing your eyes, giving him a little nod, a little gift of your permission as his thumb slips inside where your fingers already play. His cock presses into you as his fingers slide over your clit. That bulge throbs through the now soaked spanse of suede, a satisfied smirk on his face as his touch catches you just right.

As your thighs grip him hard, as your own hand goes still inside your entrance, leaving you with just that merciful stroke of his thumb on your clit as he steals your breath. As the warmth of pleasure blooms from your belly. As you buck and writhe all the harder, all the more erratic until your vision swims.

Boneless, shivering, you’re pulled down to his mouth, fingers gently throttling you as you stil gasp for air from your climax.

It feels… so good. Saved. Rescued. Claimed. Good to be his.

His kiss is all tongue and fangs, those little growls and huffs he makes when he feeds on you filling your mouth as he caresses you. His hands slink into the new open space he’s made, fingers snapping his laces open. Finally almost freeing himself.

But you laugh, sinking your own fang into his lip to make him gasp and freeze in pain. “Naughty,” you breathe before sucking on that seeping blood. “You know better than that… you know to ask first, my love.” You chastise him, making him shudder under your lips. “But since you were so wonderful being my hero, saving your lady love, I’ll forgive you…” you raise up, feeling his hands tugging fiercely, not even finishing all the straps to release that aching erection.

“To the victor…” he raps, guiding your body to sink quickly on his shaft… He pants in delight as you squeeze around him at last, “go the spoils.” His chest rises and falls, pale skin catching in the moonlight, his sweat glistening. But you can’t tear away from his mouth. Not with how he works his lips on yours, his tongue tangling in time with every little thrust you make.

One of his arms presses you closer to join where he fucks up into you, where you soak his skin and slap hard against him. But that other, that other arm winds behind your shoulders, hand clawed into the base of your neck, keeping your breath as his breath, your tongue twisted with his. But it’s not enough… not hard enough or fast enough, even as you feel his breathing grow ragged.

You sit up, launching off his chest with two hands braced. He whines, whines to have you break from his clutches. A single finger crooking, you beckon him up to you. A rustle of leaves, the scent of damp, nighttime earth in your nose, and he obeys to sit up too. Eager, biting his fangs into his bottom lip. Hips rolling, back arched in deepest pleasure, you feel his tongue lapping up, a single damp streak between your breasts. Those dexterous hands grip into your skin, those powerful arms that snapped your enemies in half are wrapped tenderly around your waist.

He growls against your neck, too hesitant to bite. Warm lips wrap around your ear, the loud suck, the squelch of his tongue sends ice cold shivers of pleasure right down your spine. One more time, a loud suck, the clack of his fangs together in your ear, and you shatter, another wave of orgasm ripping you in two. Wetness squirts down your thighs, his cock is so slick inside you from your arousal, even as thick and hot as he has grown approaching his own release.

Even as your walls clutch and undulate through his thrusts into you that never relent.

His back is wet, dead leaves clinging to his shoulders as you hold him, trying to keep your balance against the flexing muscles of his back. Your rogue, your hero, he takes advantage of your breathless submission as you float down from orgasm to clutch you even harder. His voice grates in his throat, thick with desire and breathless from exertion. “May I…”

“What do you wish?” you murmur, slack in his arms as he thrusts with desperation, your body barely able to ride him much longer.

“I want…” he pants, “to fill you. For you to seep with me, to make you…” he groans as you shudder at that dark, deep tone in his voice, “make you full of my seed and scent. So I’ll always be able to find you, darling…”

“Yes,” you hiss somewhere in the middle of his words. A shuddering whine in his throat, and you feel every muscle tighten like a bow string. Rolling you to your back, he presses your legs into your body, the heat of your folds now open to the night air. Hips snap hard, reckless and with abandon. He fucks into you at his pleasure, at his mercy. His eyes don’t seem to blink as he stares into your own face. Dirt smudges his cheek, but it’s that haze in his eyes, that way his mouth twists in beautiful bliss that makes your own body hum to be used.

Pressing you, folding you bent and spread for him, he cages you into the earth this time. A smirk, wide and toothy, pants down from above you, those dark crimson eyes flutter shut as he bucks and shudders. One loud pant that sticks in his throat and your walls grow warm, coated as he does fill you, cum and arousal leaking into the dirt. Not for the first time.

Not for the last.

Breath heavy, skin damp, he hugs you into him, the echo of his beating heart in your own chest hard enough to almost be your own.

“Never again, my love, my consort,” he whispers, more to himself than for your ears. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives rescuing you… as you rescued me.”

With one last kiss, he softens over you, almost sleepy in his breath, and you wipe the mud from his cheek.

That roguish mud from his ascended skin. And nestled as he is, he smiles against your breast as you do.

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tsukk1 · 2 years

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i want to keep him

a little scene based on lover written by my dearest friend ree @unreemarkable (aka my favorite tdiz fic ever that i re-read whenever my heart needs healing) ❤️‍🩹

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thrumugnyr · 7 months

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I swore I would kill him, not so long ago. - A Court of Lies and Resurrection by @ashintheairlikesnow

#finally finished my valentine's gift for #copypastus #i love you more than anything kochanie #tamsand #tamlin #rhysand #amarantha #acotar #acolar #the best fic

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rad-roche · 4 months

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rough plans over however long this'll take

a gloria comic where she does more grinch faces. she's very expressive

a nick/magnolia thing

and, interrupting this at any point, fanart for the new death shroud, which i thiiiiiiiink is in the next couple of weeks. i think. don't quote me on that

#text post #Time Moves Slow #gloria roche #nick valentine #nick and mags i think were maybe 0.4% away from having A Thing but it just never happened #in the comic/fic that is. we left fo4 a while back i am fully running with the ball #reminder: i will be hammering a wooden spoon on a saucepan for however long shroud is on. it's my gift to me

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isca-tide · 1 month

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from jennadewan on tiktok 🙏 oh we are definitely getting some kind of big party. Valentine's Gala? Henry's wedding? Wopez wedding redo/vow renewal?

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beth-is-rainpaint · 2 years

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Take My Heart (And Please Don’t Break It)

For @ravenpuffheadcanons

Author: @beth-is-rainpaint

Chapters: 2/2

Rating: T

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Daisy Johnson

Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson, Antoine Triplett

Additional Tags: Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Marriage Proposal, hints of potential TripDaisy

Summary:

For Fitz and Jemma’s first Valentine’s Day as friends, Jemma just wants them to hang out after their classes, like they’ve done every Friday evening (and, well, every spare moment that they can).

Eight years later, for their first Valentine’s Day as a couple, Fitz wants to make sure they continue to hang out—every single day for the rest of their lives.

A prequel and sequel of sorts to “You Feel Like Home (Home to Me).”

Snippet from Chapter 2:

“Monkey, no! Drop it! No!”

Fitz scrambled up from the table, leaving his plate of eggs and toast behind. He hurried down the hall and found Jemma in their room, looking despondently at her old crocheted heart. Frowning, she held it out for him to see. It was split halfway down the middle, with frayed yarn on either side of the tear.

Fitz glanced over at their small brown puppy, who was making herself as small as possible in her bed. “She chewed it up that much?”

“It ripped when I yanked it out of her mouth.” Jemma clasped a hand around the back of her neck. “I don’t know how she got ahold of it.”

Fitz felt his neck turn red even though only Jemma (and Monkey) was in the room. “It’s entirely possible that we knocked it off the dresser earlier this morning.”

Jemma rolled her eyes. “Just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you.”

He pointed at her. “Hey, you were the one who said it was the perfect start to our first Valentine’s Day together.”

“It was! But now I’m almost late for work and one of my favorite presents from you is ruined.” Jemma moved for the door, but the ripped heart seemed to keep her stuck there. She hummed frustratedly. “I have to go.”

Trying to hide his own rising stress levels, Fitz put a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her out of the room. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out a way to fix it. Promise.”

Jemma sighed. “All right.” She turned back and kissed him, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her. “Your clothes for tonight are on top of your dresser.”

Daisy was flying in to see her parents (and them), and she’d offered to do a small photo shoot in their backyard for Valentine’s Day. Jemma thought it was so that Daisy, who usually shot landscapes and candid shots at events around L.A., could get more practice taking portraits. Fitz and Daisy knew otherwise.

Read the rest on Ao3!

#fitzsimmons #leo fitz #jemma simmons #aos #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#fitzsimmons fic #my fic #take my heart (and please don't break it)#valentine gift fic

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sp0o0kylights · 2 years

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“Oh god it’s covered in hearts.” Gareth says, staring horrified at the stage that’s been set up in the cafeteria. Grant and Jeff stand next to him, eyeing the abomination of glitter, paper, and tinsel that’s been shaped into pink and red hearts with a microphone standing proud in the middle.

Several of Hawkin’s jocks are standing to the side, talking amongst themselves, but worse is the crowd of students accumulating in front of the stage.

“You don’t think they’re gonna serenade us for Valentine's Day, do you?” Jeff asks in a similar tone of horror.

Grant makes a disgusted face at the very thought.

“It’s about time they gave me my own mic!” Eddie cackles, slamming his hands down on Gareth and Jeff’s shoulders for leverage, jumping up for a better look (Grant smartly ducked away before his friend can crawl all over him too), “I’ve only been going on about the capitalistic horrors of Valentine's Day since middle school!”

They groan in unison..

Eddie’s got a look on his face that says he’s about to vault up on stage and do this year's rant in style; Gareth will be damned if he lets Eddie get detention on a Hellfire campaign night.

“Eddie, no.” Gareth warns, as his best friend tries to worm his way past them.

“Eddie, yes.” He grins, bolting forward even as multiple hands reach out to yank him back.

“Whatever they’re doing we do not want to get in the middle!” Jeff hisses in his ear as Grant reaches for his middle (already once tricked by grabbing Eddie’s jacket, which he simply shrugged out of). Gareth does his part, holding firmly onto one of Eddie’s hands. Eddie bravely tries to stagger forward, despite the efforts of what looks like some kind of mutant tangle of human limbs.

“Come here microphone, my beloved!” He pants, comically reaching his arms out towards the stage, before Grant promptly stops fooling around and hefts him into the air.

“Nooo--the people need to hear me!” Eddie wails, thrashing.

Gareth rolls his eyes and spots three familiar faces in doing so. Freezes so abruptly that the arm he was holding onto slips out of his grip, allowing Eddie to deploy a tickle attack.

The result is Grant almost throwing him to the floor, with Jeff forced to let go or fall.

Free to cause chaos, Eddie throws his hands in the air, grinning widely.

“Is that…the freshman, up there?” Gareth asks before his best friend can crow victory.

“I’m sure there’s many freshmen up there, buddy.” Grant says with false sincerity as he regains his breath.

“No, not--I mean our freshmen! Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair!” He points, and sure enough, on the side of the crowd opposite the jocks, there stood Hellfire’s youngest with their heads put together.

“Now just what are they up to, I wonder?” Eddie ponders aloud, before shrugging his jacket back in place and strutting forward.

Trading uneasy looks with each other, his friends follow.

xXx

“The auction isn’t kicking off until 6 pm.” Henderson says, as he carefully counts the individual bills in his hand. “We know that besides the basketball team and the cheerleading team, they’ve got like, the Mayor involved, and the fire department, which means--”

“A lot of people are going to be there.” Mike interrupts, arms crossed over his arms. “That’s what it means, Dustin. What’s the point if every girl there is going to be bidding on him?”

“Were you even listening, Mike? I just said there’s a bunch of other people they’re auctioning off!”

Wheeler Jr. pulls a face that nearly makes Eddie laugh (and thus give up the fact he was slowly sneaking up on them) before the kid shoots back, “We have five dollars total Dustin. I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”

“Not to buy a whole person.” Eddie says, voice dropping to imitate the current big bad in their D&D campaign, “But five dollars is a fair price for a body part I’d say…”

He trails off with a cackle as the three freshmen startle away from him like spooked horses. “Now what--or who--are you buying?”

“They’re gonna explain it here in a minute,” Dustin says after he recovers, waving at the girls in front of the stage with a hand. “But there’s some big charity fundraiser happening tonight. Right now they’re voting one guy from the basketball team and one girl from the cheerleading squad to represent the school, but they’re auctioning off a bunch of people.” Dustin explains, holding up his fistful of dollars with a wild grin.

“If you’re the highest bidder, you get to spend the day with the person you bid on.” Lucas adds, because Dustin skipped right over that part. “Since it’s Valentine's Day themed, they’re referring to them as “winning a date”.

Well that explained all the giggling cheerleaders.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, “I’d ask if this is Sinclair’s bail money, but as my last two years remind me, it’s only for juniors and seniors. Not--” He playfully slings an arm around Lucas’s shoulders, “--for the darkside’s newest recruits.”

The uncomfortable look Lucas gives him is almost enough to make Eddie feel bad, but it’s not his fault Lucas was tempted by the evils of highschool sportsball. He figures the kid will come to his senses soon enough, and considering how awful the jocks are, it won’t be too long before Sinclair is 100% a Hellfire club member again.

“Which begs the question.” Eddie continues, slinging an arm over Mike’s shoulder as well. “What are you scheming? I’d ask if you’re buying me a date, but,'' He gives an over-dramatic sigh,” alas, no one can survive the charms of Eddie the Banished.”

“Charm is one word for it.” Jeff says, as the rest of Hellfire finally catches up. Gareth and Grant roll their eyes as Mike and Lucas chuckle weakly at Eddie’s exaggerated pout.

He drops his arms from his little lamb’s shoulders, taking a step back and looking around at the growing crowd.

“Hush Jeff. Let’s see if ol’ Eddie can guess who our brethren here have their eyes on. I wonder if…” He trails off, dragging out the last word as he does so before a bright, teasing smile lights up his face. “Aha! I see one Miss Cunningham. Are we bidding on her for Sir Gareth?”

A sputtering noise erupts behind him, as Eddie turns with glee to watch Gareth practically choke on soda he’d just taken a sip of, Grant thumping him on the back.

“Eddie.” Gareth hisses, and somehow it sounds like a warning even if his voice has a slight wheeze to it.

“What?” Eddie says, full of faux innocence. “We all know the lengths you’ve gone to get her attention recently.”

Gareth’s gone bright red, a testament to the fact that he’s been mooning over Chrissy Cunningham since the day she complimented one of his drawings.

His over-the-top moaning of how to woo her away from Jason is a prospect Eddie tolerates only because he himself has gone through great lengths to impress men that will never once look his way, let alone consider him as a romantic option.

(And also because Gareth, as Eddie’s best friend and confidant, was well aware of Eddie’s own crush on one Steve Harrington.

Apparently, Hellfire’s members were just cursed to fall for jocks.)

“They want to bet on Steve.” Mike says with an eye roll, apparently done with this entire charade.

For two seconds Eddie thinks that he’s somehow spoken the part about Steve aloud and that Mike is somehow echoing his deepest, innermost thoughts but is saved from panicking further by Dustin adding;

“We’re gonna make him play a campaign with us.”

The kid’s grin makes his eyes sparkle, which is completely at odds with the way Eddie’s stomach plummets.

“He played D&D with my sister, Eddie.” Lucas says, feigning a hurt look. “My kid sister, but not me?”

“Harrington played D&D?” Gareth’s voice implies he doesn’t believe it, and honestly? Had it not been for the freshmen, he wouldn’t have believed anything that was said about Harrington. He was on the verge of tears with laughter when they told him that the almighty King Steve was their chauffeur. They had to be lying about how often they hung out with Steve to begin with, right? Because there was just no way.

Except they weren’t. They really, really, weren’t.

It only took a handful of times of watching Steve pick them up from Hellfire, and then seeing the entire extended group (including Sinclair’s on-again-off-again girlfriend and Robin Buckley of all people) bouncing around Harrington like over excited puppies all over town.

The arcade. Downtown Hawkins. The local milkshake diner and the stupid movie theater.

Literally.

Everywhere.

“You guys are going to bid on Steve Harrington and make him play D&D.” Jeff clarifies, and Eddie doesn’t blame him for doing that either.

It’s the stupidest thing he’s heard all day, and he spent the last hour and a half listening to Mr. Rulf yawn on about parallelograms.

“Yeah! You guys wanna pitch in and help?”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie sneers. He can’t help himself--this is against everything he’s ever stood for.

Stupid thoughts of stupid Steve going on a stupid date with him, aside.

“Yeah guys, I think we’re gonna eat outside today. If you wanna listen to…whatever,” Jeff casts his eyes towards the cheerleader that’s bounding up the steps of the stage, ponytail bouncing, “ then go right ahead.”

“Oh we don’t need to listen to this.” Dustin dismisses the entire thing with a wave of his hand, making Mike roll his eyes again.

Somewhere in his campaign notes there’s a joke written about Wheeler Jr’s eyes getting stuck like that. Eddie hadn’t planned on bringing it out tonight, but a part of him really wants to.

Maybe if he can talk the freshman out of their idiotic idea, he’ll reward himself and do it tonight anyways.

….Or he could still steal that microphone.

xXx Steve xXx

Steve has no idea how he got talked into this.

Actually, that’s a lie, he knows how it started: a phone call, his mother, and a sudden way for her to be in the spotlight for her yearly fifteen minutes of Hawkins fame. He just can’t recall why he agreed to it.

“It's an opportunity, Steven." She says, heels clicking against the department store tile.

An embarrassment is what it was, but Steve knew better than to tell his mother that.

"You should be honored that Wendy--that’s the head chair of the charity board, you remember her don't you? She used to attend your piano recitals--she asked for you personally." His mother expertly plucked a shirt from the rack, holding it up to the light.

"Those were your parties mom, not my piano recitals." Steve reminds her as she holds the shirt out to him. He took it, adding it to the stack he had in his hands.

The parties were the exact same kind of shit this as this “Valentine's Day Fundraiser” a way for rich people to celebrate themselves by making others uncomfortable.

Only instead of being forced to play piano so his mothers friends could wine and dine with the famous Harrington's, he was being hauled up in front of the entire town (or whoever was attending this stupid event) and auctioned off as a “date” to the highest bidder.

(“It’s for one day, Steven, don’t be so dramatic. Why is your generation entirely incapable of taking a joke and having fun?” His mother had said, when he tried to tell her he wasn’t comfortable with the idea.

Of course there was no answer that would please her; soon enough, Steve found himself dragged about town as his mother played dress up.)

"You'll be standing alongside the Mayor, the fire department, even that idiot, Mary Marie--"

She stops for a moment, eyeing a jacket with a critical eye.

Just as quickly she dismisses it with a hum, prowling on to the next section.

"--the point is that there will be plenty of candidates for the children to pick from, but you’ll be the only hero up there."

That same critical eye turns on him, appraising him like he was no more than a horse in her stable, adding up imperfections and dividing amongst his best qualities.

(Despite a lifetime of training, it still takes everything in him not to squirm.)

"Not to mention a Harrington.” She purrs, taking a step closer to run a manicured hand down the front of his shirt, smoothing away a stray crease. “Women will be throwing money to win a day with you."

Steve has to fight not to outright shudder.

"Which means you have to look your best. Now stop whining, we’re almost done.”

Steve doubts that, but it doesn’t matter; he never had a choice to begin with.

xXx

Four hours, one shower, and several rounds of his mother’s nagging and meticulous styling, ,Steve finds himself back in Hawkin’s High, staring at the gym.

His mother had long swept past him, having spotted some high school friends and gone over to lord her lifestyle and general wealth over them.

For a fundraiser, the charity board in charge had spared no expense in dressing the gym up. Red, pink and white balloons decorated the doorways and a large stage hauled to one end.

Tables with thick, white table cloth are artfully arranged about the floor, caterers swiftly moving between them.

This is probably the fanciest this gym has ever looked, and Steve wants to be anywhere but inside it.

“Oh--Steve.” A gentle voice says next to him, and Steve turns his head in surprise to see Chrissy Cunningham look nervously up at him. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Me neither honestly.” He tells her, watching the way that makes the younger woman smile. “But I’ve been volun-told to be auctioned off. What about yourself?”

Chrissy runs her hands down her dress, a modest if not beautiful blue halter dress , wincing as she snags a nail on it. “The school held a vote at lunch about who would represent the school tonight. All of the varsity cheerleaders and basketball players were involved.”

“I see.” Steve says, keeping his voice gentle and playful. There had always been a part of Chrissy that had reminded him of El. Someone who needed kind words in their life. “You got voted as tonight’s sacrifice, huh?”

Chrissy laughs at that, hand flying to cover her mouth. “I guess you could say that.” She says, and seems surprised at herself for it.

“Did Jason get picked too?” Steve asks. It would make sense if he was, the guy was the basketball Captain after all.

Chrissy nods, then chews on her lip. “Yes but--he’s not happy about it,”

Steve snorts and tries to cover it with a cough. “None of us are.”

“It’s more that I’m being auctioned off.”

Chrissy must catch the look on his face because she rushes to add; “You know, like any boyfriend would be! I know it’s just supposed to be a fun silly thing and they’re not really dates but…” She trails off, voice growing quieter at the end. “He worries.”

The word “worry” sounds like it means something else entirely.

Steve feels for her.

“Hey, if Jason’s an ass about it, let me know.” Steve says after a moment of shared silence. “You don’t deserve to deal with him being a kid about this shit.”

Chrissy blinks up at him at that, hand almost to her mouth as though she’d subconsciously raised them up to chew on her nails. “Thanks Steve. That’s nice of you.” She whispers it, and Steve nods and smiles at her.

“There you two are!” A woman says, rushing over with a clipboard. “Steve Harrington and Chrissy Cunningham, right? We’re gathering all the dates behind those doors.” She turns and points to the opposite end of the gym. “If you both would follow me please?”

Steve motions for Chrissy to go first, and moves to follow her when a flash of curls crushed down by a blur of white, blue and electric yellow catches his eye.

He turns automatically, seeking it out and sure enough, ducking down the hall is Henderson, Sinclair hot on his heels.

A familiar mixture of emotions lights up Steve’s spine, and he knows immediately he won’t be able to rest until he figures out what the gremlins are up to--because their Hellfire Club was supposedly canceled today on grounds that Munson had stolen a microphone, or some other crap.

“I’m really sorry, I’ll join you in a second!” Steve calls, before darting down the hall, after them.

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lilac-hecox · 9 months

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So, @wispmotherr and I discussed doing a fun little gift exchange for Februrary/Valentine's Day and thus the Valentine's Exchange was born! (Really all thanks to @wispmotherr for creating the server and writing the rules. This would not be happening without her!)

I'll give you a little breakdown of the explanation/rules:

This event is 18+

The exchange is open to fics, art, edits, other fan created content

Sign-ups are now until January 7th. (Late sign-ups are fine but be mindful of the due date of February 18th)

The exchange will happen February 18th.

The exchange hub will be on Discord on a server created for the event.

As this is an event where you are making something for someone else secretly, we ask that if you do not think you can create something in the timeframe to please not sign-up as we do not want to have people not receive a gift.

Mainly, this is a way to have fun and spread some love to others in our Smoshblr community! I hope to see participants!

Huge, huge thank you to the always amazing @wiggog-y-hecox who made the graphics and rules video for this exchange!!

#ianthony #spommy #amangela #shian #shaymien #damangela #valentines gift exchange #smoshblr #smoshships #polysmosh #wispmotherr #wiggog-y-hecox #fic exchange #art exchange #valentine's day event #discord #fan event #secret cupid

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destielvalentinesexchange · 9 months

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Destiel Valentine's Exchange

Ao3 Collection Sign up form

SCHEDULE: (All deadlines are 11:59PM UTC on the date specified. Guidelines for extensions are in RULES section.) 20 December - Sign-ups open 31 December - Sign-ups close 07 February - Works Due 13 February - Potential Pinch Hits and Extensions Due 14 February - Gifts Revealed

MINIMUMS: Fic must be 1,000 words minimum. Art must be a completed sketch

RULES:

1) YOU MUST BE 18 OR OLDER BY DECEMBER 20, 2023 TO PARTICIPATE. Anyone found breaking this rule will be banned from this exchange, all future iterations of it, and any other events that I run.

2) Be respectful of all other participants. If there are any issues, please contact me through the exchange Tumblr account and we will work together to solve it.

3) Respect Do Not Wants (DNWs) and use common sense – if someone requests fluff and doesn’t DNW torture, they probably still don’t want torture unless otherwise requested.

4) All other romantic/sexual ships are OPT-IN. Do not include background ships that have not been opted in. These should only be background relationships and creation must focus on Destiel. If you opt into a background ship, it is not a guarantee that your creator will include it.

5) All Archive Warnings are OPT-IN, no exceptions. Do not include Major Character Death, Rape/Non-con, Graphic Depictions of Violence, or Underage unless your recipient requests it. If you opt into an Archive Warning, it is not a guarantee that your creator will include it.

6) To request an extension, contact me on the exchange's Tumblr account through asks or DMs. Include your Ao3 handle and how long of an extension you need. You don't need to give a reason or explanation, just a heads-up so that I don't give your assignment to someone else.

7) If you for some reason cannot complete your work, hit the "Default" button next to your assignment in your Ao3 "Assignments" page. No reason or explanation is necessary, but please do this sooner rather than later if you are sure that you will not be able to complete your creation.

Send any questions through asks or messages on this account and I'll get back to you as soon as possible <3 Be sure to follow for updates and reminders if you're interested!

#destiel #destiel valentine's day exchange #destiel wedding #destiel fic #destiel art #destiel gift exchange

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coffinsister · 7 months

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Julia trying to decide on what kind of cards and candy to get Andrew and Ashley? That or Andrew trying to make a bunch of anonymous cards for his sister without getting found out.

-Solace

I chose the first prompt! Because Andrew giving his sister anonymous letters is already an internal part of my other fics. I hope you enjoy it, love.

Julia just wanted to get along with her boyfriend's little sister again. Honest!

Somehow, she wasn't expecting the holiday to be so nerve-wracking, but here she was!

Julia stood in front of the chocolate store, she had never been at at such a fancy one before. Her lips pursed together in a wobbly line.

She kept fidgeting with her long bangs, usually she didn't mind then, Julia could see just fine through them.

But right now.

Right now, it was like she couldn't see anything.

And she was sure she had been standing outside of the store looking in for way too long already.

And she didn't know if actually going in would be more awkward, than not going in by now. Julia sighed.

In reality, Julia already knew what she wanted to pick.

How could she not, when it was this on the nose? The two little rabbits made out of chocolate were right there.

And granted, she could admit she hadn't been the closest friend to Ashley, granted, Ashley didn't really have any friends, and granted, their friendship had started because Andrew had asked her, and her own best friend, to sit together with his little sister.

But still.

Julia had seen Ashley's little doodles during class, back when they still had classes together that is.

So Julia knew at least a few things that Ashley liked.

Such as her brother, her choker, doodling, and doodling rabbits. She felt a pang of guilt.

Because she didn't really know anything else about Ashley, did she? A pang of guilt like a needle poking at her ribcage.

“Well… nobody can say I didn't try.”

Julia muttered to herself, her eyes travelling towards the other chocolate boxes.

It's not like Ashley had tried to get close with her either. Julia had actually made an effort at the start.

She had asked Andrew to bring his sister along to their dates, she had tried to speak to Ashley, invited her over to their dorm.

But Julia wasn't the best at socializing, and she had the feeling that even if she were the best at it, Ashley still wouldn't like her.

Julia bit the inside of her cheek.

Her mouth was filled with little scar marks from her bad habits. She couldn't help but bite whenever she got anxious.

And Julia couldn't help but get anxious, whenever she remembered their times together. It has ingrained itself into her brain.

How dead Ashley looked whenever Andrew wasn't paying attention to her.

Julia thought: Ashley was actually pretty much the same as she was, back when they were both children.

Ashley had this particular way about her.

Her arms would raise, and she would squish her nose like a bunny, and her eyes would get all teary and red.

Like a child about to throw herself to the ground, and get into a tantrum.

It made Julia feel a little guilty, because Ashley always showed her that face, whenever she showed up at their apartment’s street, and took Andrew out, with her, somewhere.

She had the feeling that Ashley disliked herself too much, to allow anybody else to like her, and as Julia didn't favour herself a full-time martyr just yet, their relationship didn't go anywhere.

It's not like she was going to keep him forever! Just a few hours, a couple days a week.

She would have been satisfied with just that. Hell, she would have been satisfied with even less than that.

Julia looked away from the chocolate boxes.

Her sister had called her a wuss far too many times before. And Julia was starting to dread her sister was right.

She moved her bangs away from her face a final time, and then they fell right back on top of her face.

“Mhhhm” She closed her eyes and garnered up all her bravery.

Julia wondered if she could wrap them up with pink and green ribbons.

She opened her eyes “Ah…” And walked into the store.

Might as well get it done with already right.

Julia made a quick bee-line towards the bunnies encapsulated in plastic, she awkwardly stood in line, constantly reminding herself that nothing was actually happening, and the world wasn't actually ending.

After a little while she paid, and left.

Julia walked through the streets of their shitty middle of nowhere town, and thought, if nobody spoke to her, she probably wouldn't speak ever again.

She made a left, and went into the same stationary store, she and her sister had been going to since they were little kids.

Julia quickly scanned the options with her eyes, but she already knew exactly what she was going to choose.

Those thin shiny ribbon strands, of look-at-me pink, and green, hanging together in the very back of the wall.

“Those ones please… Yes, just a half a meter. I need a tiny plastic bag too” Julia pointed at them, while keeping her gaze fixated on the register's glass table.

Julia searched with her eyes “And, uhmm… Do you have any tiny gift bags?”

The clerk showed her their selection, and she picked the little black and white pouch. Julia found that what the Graves Siblings liked, was actually oddly predictable.

What they didn't like seemed to be the hard part for her to guess.

She grabbed the bag and the ribbons, paid with a few loose coins, and left.

Julia already knew there was a little street bench she could use nearby, so she quickly made her way over there, and sat down.

She placed the open pouch on her lap, and with as much love and care as she could, took both of the chocolate bunnies out of their enclosure.

She hadn't realized they were melted together in the back.

“Isn't that fitting?” Julia supposed she sounded bitter, but her face was smiling.

Maybe, Andrew and Ashley would have to break them to eat them, but Julia decided to let them be stuck together.

Carefully she grabbed the green ribbon, and placed it on the taller bunny's neck.

She spun it around, one two three times, until she felt satisfied with the look of it.

Then Julia did the same with the pink ribbon to the smaller bunny.

There was a small side of Julia that was sure, nobody had ever been this gentle with Ashley before.

She felt a little sad, as she placed them inside the darkness of the pouch together, but at least they had each other, right.

And maybe she should have done this before today, but, she hadn't felt like it.

Procrastination was a sign of anxiety, or something like that, right?

Julia decided it was best not to tell them that.

She quickly stood up, and made her way to their apartment.

Julia absentmindedly remembered her sister's voice, telling her her boyfriend should have been the one coming to her, and not the other way around.

“...Who cares?”

She kept her gaze fixed on the ground, looking at the cracks on the pavement, and at those little bits of rock that seemed to shine for no reason.

She stopped in automatic in front of their building.

Julia recognized it from the one time she had visited it with Andrew before dating, and for the myriad of times she had rejected coming here with Ashley.

There was something deeply scary to little girl her, about whatever was living together, with little girl Ashley.

But now, it felt almost reassuring, because if Andrew had invited her back here, even after the disaster that had been her first visit to his apartment, then surely some improvement there must have been, right

Hopefully.

Julia looked up, and for a second, she felt the back of her hairs stand up, as if she were a cat.

There, right above her, was Ashley peeking through their balcony.

Ashley waved, her mouth was pursed into a tight line, and the movement was oddly stiff, but Julia was pretty sure it was a wave.

Julia shily waved back, Ashley looked taken back for a moment. It made her wince. And just as mysteriously as she had appeared, Ashley disappeared back into her apartment.

Julia nodded to herself, her resolve to get up there, and hand Ashley her chocolate bunny grew stronger, and more defined.

She went up the stairs, all the way to the Graves’s floor. She knocked on their door, trying to ignore the obvious spots of humidity on it.

“Hey, Julia” Andrew opened the door, and invited her inside.

“Hi, Andrew” Julia tried to smile through her anxiety.

“You” Ashley said, walking from their balcony towards the entrance door.

“Me!”

Andrew already looked tense. He began “I was thinking-”

Julia was going to have to interrupt him, she felt bad, but if she didn't do it now, it was never going to get done.

The words exploded out of Julia’s mouth “I'm sorry, Andrew, I don't want to be rude, but here you go!”

And she opened the little black and white pouch to reveal the duet of chocolate bunnies.

“Wait, you got me something too?”

“Wait, you got her something too?”

Okay, not exactly the reactions Julia was hoping to get, after she presented them with her little gift, but hey, it was better than nothing, right.

Ashley got the bunnies out of the bag. She held onto it with her left one, and on the right she latched onto the chocolates.

Ashley held onto their gift with gripped hands, the bones in her hands showing through her paper white skin, like she was afraid somebody was going to take it away from her.

“It’s my gift too, Ashley” Andrew said, he had this tone of voice, like he was warning his sister of something “At least let me look at it too…”

Ashley turned to look at him, her grip tensed once more before she finally released “Fine.”

She handed it over to Andrew, Julia had found she could seldomly read Andrew's expressions, even when he was distant, even when he wasn't, whatever was actually going through her boyfriend’s mind was mostly a mystery to her.

“Thank you for the gift, Julia” But her stomach still went wild with butterflies, and something akin to the anxiety of a panic attack, whenever he smiled at her like that.

So it was all worth it, really.

Life was usually boring, and gray, and more miserable than not. So Julia thought, she deserved to feel alive too sometimes.

She made sure her sleeves weren't slipping too low down her arms, Ashley gave her that look that let her know, she Knew.

Julia gave both of the siblings a tentative smile “So did you like them? They reminded me of you guys when I saw them, soo… thought it would be a nice idea! Look, even the ribbons match you guys’s eyecolours.”

Andrew opened his mouth, but as Julia had gotten rather used to, Ashley shouted something in his place.

“Of course they look cute! They look like me!” And she unceremoniously bit an ear off the green rabbit.

“You little shit! That was my gift” Andrew ripped the bunnies out of Ashley's hands, and bit the head off the pink one, leaving barely anything for the ribbon to keep clinging to.

Ashley dramatically gasped “You monster!”

And before Andrew could retort, Julia’s laughter was already filling up every brim and corner of their tiny and moldy apartment.

“What are you laughing at!?” Ashley turned to yell at her.

Julia felt her face and hands getting cold, oh she must have done something wrong here, but still, she couldn't stop laughing.

She choked out, between ragged breaths, and giggles “I'm sorry- I'm sorry-! You guys are so funny, I'm sorry!”

Ashley eyed her weirdly, putting both hands on her hips “Amused, are we?”

“Ashley…” That tone of warning on Andrew's tongue once more.

“You know, I might have something for you too. It’s in our room” Ashley practically barked out her words, and Julia felt like a tiny cornered mouse all over again.

Ashley scarcely made her way towards the siblings’s shared room.

Juliad watched her disappear. She had always been told she looked too tense, too scared, too unaware, like she was expecting a piano to fall from the sky and hit her some day, any day.

Julia couldn't understand how to not look like that, she couldn't really remember a time she didn't look like that. Childhood was blurry, amongst many other things.

“Ah!” She squeaked.

Julia was pulled out of her black-void spacing out, by a big and reassuring, but deadly cold hand on her shoulder, right above her pointy bones.

“Don't be scared” Andrew told her with a warm smile on his lips “That's just Ashley's unnecessarily convoluted way of inviting you to our room.”

“Ah!” Julia perked up. This was the farthest she had ever gotten with Ashley “Really?”

“Would I ever lie to you?” Andrew made a show of dramatically placing his right hand on top of his heart, his left hand abandoning her arm, to be held up beside his face instead.

“Would you?” Julia poked her tongue out at him, and grabbed onto the sleeve of his sweater.

Julia had always appreciated that Andrew didn't question her, about why she jumped at every sudden noise, or why she began trembling, and got lightheaded, whenever a random person approached her.

She couldn't quite figure out if he understood her, sometimes she felt like he did, sometimes she felt wholly distant from him, but Julia felt accepted by Andrew, and that was far more than she had ever dared ask for.

“Would I?” He grinned at her.

Andrew's eyes went to his right, from just the corner of his eyes, and in what was too calculated of a move, to be just a spur of the moment thing, he leaned down and placed a kiss on her right temple.

Julia felt her face go red hot in embarrassment.

Andrew quickly parted from her.

“Let's hurry. You know… how Ashley gets.”

“Ye-yes” She nodded, passing her fingers through her collarbones. The evening was going so well, she didn't want to ruin it last second.

Andrew nodded at her, and Julia nodded back.

They quickly made their way towards Ashley.

Honestly, Julia didn't know what was so weird about sharing a room with your sibling when you lived in such a tiny apartment, but her own sister was always complaining about it

They were greeted by Ashley once they finally passed the threshold.

Ashley was sitting like a lotus flower on top of Andrew’s bed, her mouth in a flat line, she looked as unimpressed as one could be “Taking your sweet time, were you, Andy?”

Julia pursed her lips.

“Don't call me that, Ashley.” Julia could have sworn she heard her boyfriend growling under his breath.

There was something to be said, about how his sister seemed to be the only one capable of eliciting such a response out of him.

“Hmmp” Ashley rolled her eyes “Whatever. Andrew.” She stood up from the bed.

Ashley walked over to the little desk they had pinned against the wall.

Julia took a second to look at it. It was a little cute, how obvious everything in this room was.

On top of the table were Andrew's, very repetitive, and very thick, Sociology books (Julia had asked to see them once, he had complied, and once had been enough) and by their side, a bunch of little, obviously hand-made, Valentine’s cards, littered with crayon drawings and little bunny stickers.

Ashley opened the little drawer and quickly grabbed a piece of paper from the inside.

“Here” She shoved it into Julia’s unprepared hands “You get one of my original masterpieces, aren't you such a lucky one?”

Julia enthusiastically nodded along, she thought she looked kinda stupid, but she didn't really know how else to signal she was paying attention.

Ashley placed her hand on top of her lips “Yeah, you better appreciate it, you know, there's only two people in the whole world who possess one of my masterpieces. You are the second, look at you go, Jewels.”

Julia had only once asked Ashley why she called her Jewels, apparently it was because it sounded like Jules, nobody had ever called her Jules, at all, but she accepted it.

“And the other person is me” Andrew said, giving his sister a blank stare “Highly exclusive club, truly.”

“Ah…” Julia finally gave herself a moment to look at her newly acquired gift.

It was an old, crumpled up piece of paper, surely belonging to a very old notebook Ashley or Andrew had once owned.

The date scribbled on top with black crayon, was Valentine's Day, of a decade ago, and below it, what she could only assume was Leyley's rendition of herself, Julia, and Andrew.

A big yellow heart next to Jiulia, an even bigger one next to Andrew, and no hearts for little Leyley.

There was a big tear in the paper.

Suddenly the memories came flooding in.

Of all the times Ashley had asked her to come to their place to hang out, and how she had rejected her, every single time, each time with a different and new, infallible, excuse.

Of how Valentine’s had been the last time Ashley had even attempted to ask.

Julia felt her eyes get watery, and the bridge of her nose tensing, and-

No.

Julia refused to ever cry in front of Ashley again.

Ashley would not let her live it down ever, and she did not want Andrew seeing her in such a state, while in front of his sister, Julia had this fear, that he wouldn't pick her over Ashley even in those moments.

Julia held the paper, as delicately as she possibly could.

“Thank you, Ashley” Were those the right words to say right now, probably not, Julia never knew what the right words to say ever were “I didn't think, you would still have things from this long ago.”

Andrew sighed “You wouldn't believe the trash she clings to.”

“Bite me, Andrew” Ashley sat back in the bed, both her arms crossed over her chest.

The atmosphere was awkward, or maybe it was Julia who felt tension in everything, she had never been able to tell.

But she gulped down, and decided to make the extra effort. Julia found herself subconsciously reaching for Andrew's sleeve, like a little girl who needed help to cross the scary street, then she took two steps forward, with Andrew behind her, and she sat down on his bed.

Ashley stared at them with distrusting eyes, Andrew looked nervous too, but he sat down together with her.

This bed was definitely too small for three people. Julia felt it was kinda small for any boy over the age of 12, but she wasn't going to get into that right now, just the thought of Andrew's terrible parents made her want to scoff.

Up close, Julia realized Ashley had backed herself into a corner, there was more space, even if just a little, but she was huddled against the wall.

Julia breathed, and huddled in closer to the wall in solidarity.

Ashley looked at her like she had grown a third eye all of a sudden.

Ashley had always looked at her like this, even when they had been little, and Andy had asked them to sit together with his little sister during lunch time.

Ashley had always looked like she didn't believe anybody wanted to be near her, and thinking back on the drawing she had just received, Julia supposed she really couldn't blame her.

Julia looked down at the drawing again, and bit the insides of her cheek so hard they bled.

“So, do you actually like drawing?” The question fell out of her mouth.

“Eh?” Ashley's mouth opened. She looked like she was expecting to get hit more than asked anything.

“I mean, do you actually enjoy it, like as a hobby, or is it just for the Holiday?” Julia wasn't going to back down, she was genuinely interested here.

“I” Ashley looked to her brother, she reminded Julia of a lost puppy, “...I do. It’s fun. And I’m great at it, as you can obviously see.”

The attempts at boosting fell flat, but Julia still smiled.

This was definitely the farthest she had ever gotten with Ashley.

Julia accommodated her posture on the tiny bed, shifting just that little bit closer to Ashley's side.

“I like how the crayons look!” And it was true “Do you also use different things?” Julia didn't know much about art, but she could at least try to be earnest, with what little she did understand.

“Auhmm” Ashley looked to the side “I use these things made out of what the pencil tips are made of, and I erase around them-”

“You are so bad at explaining. I'm just gonna show it to Julia” Andrew said, standing up from his bed.

And all of sudden, she was getting a run down of almost -There were some older drawings Andrew didn't want her to see, for some reason- all of Ashley's drawings.

And time moved by so quickly.

They sat together on Andrew's tidy bed, which somehow kept getting messier and messier with each hour passed, and at some point it turned into 2AM, and Julia didn't even know how she had felt so welcomed, to spend an entire evening and night at their place.

She looked at Andrew, and for once, she felt confident enough to guess something about him; In this case, that he definitely did not want to walk her back home at 2AM.

Julia turned to Ashley by her left “I remember” She began quietly, Julia felt like she was confessing a secret “That when you drew this you invited me to a sleepover with you, and I said no. Could I take it back now?”

“Now? 12 years later?” Ashley almost looked impressed.

“Yes. Tonight, actually.”

Ashley and Andrew shared a look. Julia arrived at the conclusion, that she would never know anybody who could read her mind like that.

Then Ashley turned her focus back to her.

“...”

“Yeah”

She smiled.

Julia shared a furtive smile with Andrew too.

“Lucky you, Andrew” Ashley said “You won't have to walk her back home at 2 in the morning, and get jumped by a drunk guy in the middle of the street.”

Andrew stretched like a relaxed cat “Lucky me indeed, Ashley.”

Somehow, the atmosphere didn't feel so tense anymore, and Julia felt like her head was finally above water level for the first time in her life.

They only fell asleep after 6AM, and Julia only got back to her place until after 2PM.

Julia felt entirely self-satisfied.

Maybe this holiday wasn't so bad after all.

#Hiii I made this extra long as a sorta Valentine's Gift I really hope you like it! I love you #And I'm super proud of you for getting that job please keep doing your best dear <3 #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #andrew graves #julia #toxicule #<- rare soleil toxicule content just dropped #soleil fic #soleil writes

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