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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!!

Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread.

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing.

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly.

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed.

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds.

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way.

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night?

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark.

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan.

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer.

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty.

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.”

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.”

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?”

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.”

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down.

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.”

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting.

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit.

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?”

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.”

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?”

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.”

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.”

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?”

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.”

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips.

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.”

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second.

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?”

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.”

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?”

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.”

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.”

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.”

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t.

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone.

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways.

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.”

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place.

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more.

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.”

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.”

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me.

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches.

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.”

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.”

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.”

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.”

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.”

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.”

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him.

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact.

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.”

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not.

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…”

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?”

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.”

“More than I should?”

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.”

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?”

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.”

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.”

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?”

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.”

“I don’t understand.”

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?”

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.”

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--”

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.”

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.”

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.”

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.”

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh.

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.”

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown.

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.”

“Kirigan--”

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.”

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear.

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it.

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before.

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.”

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine.

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.”

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip.

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.”

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly.

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more.

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.”

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.”

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise.

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.”

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived.

“I have to go.”

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.”

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--”

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.”

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?”

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.”

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible.

He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is.

“Soon,” he promises again.

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beholdthesword · 2 years

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I’ve started and discarded this post like three times now bc maybe it’s just me exposing myself as maudlin or still being emotionally wrung out from it but after reading nona and having some time to sit with my feelings I think what I’m left with is primarily sadness

now these books are undeniably built for sadness. It’s built into the very fibers of the pages and Im sure someone has written a thesis level analysis (link pls!) but I think what gets me the most about nona is very much the ‘can’t go back-ness’ of it.

In GtN and HtN, we’re in uncharted territory. Gideon throws herself on a spike and we think that’s the end, but surprise! She’s not totally gone! And in a way neither are the others - we get the river bubble version of magnus and Abigail, dulcinea and pro, Marta, ortus. They get an encore appearance and of course we’re sad when they leave but it feels good, it’s right. They’ve done well. Then the Gideon bomb drops - YES! She’s here there’s still time for things to slot neatly into place somehow and even when harrow abdicates, you’re like okay sure but she’ll come back somehow

And then we’re smacked with nona. Who is nona? We don’t know but we love her, we learn to love her. Yes! We get cam and pal back but they’re different. They’re struggling in their new body arrangement but they are still as sixth as ever. Yes! We meet and know and love Pyrrha. We catch up with Corona again, alive and well! Yes!

Yes, yes, yes. We’re on the up and up. Even seeing gideons body felt like kind of a win bc she’s been awol. Not sure what’s going on with the new title but sure, I’ll roll with it.

But then. Griddle is back, but she’s mean. She’s assumed this new identity that doesn’t gel nicely with what we know of her. It’s been sixth months and she’s been with ianthe and god that whole time and what comes back to us, as readers is wrong. And I’m not saying characters can never change or anything, no absolutely not. It makes sense, considering. Nona even says she can see the hurt and sadness in every word, every movement. And then nona is dying and cam/pal are hurt and possibly dying and things are coming to a head, quick.

And then we have Paul. (Which I fully screamed at 1am about Paul. Sorry to my neighbors) cam and pal have figured something out. They found a way to achieve their own, maybe functional kind of lyctorhood - but it isn’t cam and pal anymore, at least not yet, maybe not ever. They’re not gone exactly, but they aren’t here anymore. (no) Gideon goes back to the ninth and is wearing friendship bracelets with IANTHE?? (no) nona literally falling apart at the seams and by know we know that she won’t come back, she was never meant to be and that remembering will in all likelihood, overwrite her (no, no, no)

(And in the meantime we’ve got gods origin story running in the background, how what started as a noble endeavor to save the planet and rescue its people became corrupted in the worst way under the guise of love and savior but ultimately goes wrong, which OOF)

I feel like I’ve lost my point a little bit but what I’m saying is the the themes of loss and grief are too big and I think tamsyn is too smart of a writer for this to have a happy ending. I seem to remember and interview where she basically admits that there won’t be an explicitly like happy ending for harrow and Gideon and it feels like now if there is maybe a chance for a Paul ending, it won’t be the same

Idk it just feels like every triumph in this book had a pendulum swing the other way that knocks just a little bit off. Cam/pal one way, Paul the next. Gideons back, but she’s hurt and bitter and mean. We met nona, we lost nona. And I’m sad about it. Or maybe I’m just sad and I’m projecting all my inner sadness over it and everyone else feels fine but

But maybe it’ll still work out. We’ve stopped in the middle, in the transition. Gideon called alecto a slut for kissing harrow so maybe there’s still hope in a way that feels familiar

Tldr; basically this book is so chock full of “we can’t go back to the way things were”and “came back wrong” and I am heartbroken about it

#nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #the locked tomb spoilers #this is really rambly and maybe incoherent but I’m tired of sitting on this so here you go

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eternal-armin · 3 years

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the demon you summoned

BY THE GRACE OF THE UNHOLY BEINGS I LOVE I GOT IT BACK IM SO HAPPY

the reader sold their soul to the demon [char] to accompany them across turbulent lands to the great cities, rumored to have huge markets and incredible buildings. but reader is weak and cannot protect themselves, so they instill the help of otherworldly forces.

slight fantasy au heavily inspired by insomniac production's demon armin series (i love it so much i love their work hh)

maybe i should make this an actual drabble series

───── ❝ jean ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ you summoned a demon of pride to help not only with your state of mind, but with a venture across your lands ༻✦༺ you were very unhealthy and multiple people in your village suspected you wouldn't be able to make a journey to the larger cities ༻✦༺ this was essentially your last resort ༻✦༺ you were fully prepared for jean to reject your proposal; you were willing to give up your soul just to visit the cities for one day ༻✦༺ seeing how pure your soul was, jean was more than happy to escort you to your destination ༻✦༺ along the way, jean was compassionate to you ༻✦༺ he would ask you questions and you would respond. the more he knew about you, the more he rued the time when he would have to kill you to complete the pact ༻✦༺ the way that your eyes light up when you talk about your passions and your dream to leave the one place you ever knew ༻✦༺ the way you yawned and leaned against him when you began getting tired ༻✦༺ the smile you got whenever you saw something new and went to examine it ༻✦༺ the way you would look at him when he explained what it is, astounded by the knowledge that he held, and that he was honorable enough to share with you ༻✦༺ every time he protected you from any death or injury, you thanked him. jean was unused to it at first, scoffing. then it made his heart warm every time ༻✦༺ both of you were becoming more and more nervous along the way for very different reasons ༻✦༺ when you arrived, you hugged him and thanked him one last time ༻✦༺ jean wanted to cry ༻✦༺ you were so happy he couldn't possibly ruin this for you, ever. ༻✦༺ he pulled you aside for the time you thought you were going to die. instead, he hugged you, and told you how he felt

───── ❝ sasha ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ demon of greed and gluttony, famed to expose any hidden information and protect the operator if given a good enough offering ༻✦༺ you prepared an initial offering of the best foods your village had to offer, all of which were passed down through generations ༻✦༺ she was fairly impressed to see the spread specifically for her, and so was happy to devour the majority of it while you posed the rather simple pact; in exchange for your soul, sasha would protect you during the month-and-a-half-long journey across the country ༻✦༺ for the effort sasha would be putting in, she demanded a fair amount of food and your soul, depending on its condition ༻✦༺ your soul was far more than enough ༻✦༺ sasha dreamed of you becoming part of her retinue, always with her to provide her whatever food she could ever desire ༻✦༺ your cooking skills were certainly developed enough ༻✦༺ sasha was somewhat surprised by the sheer amount of dangers you were susceptible to ༻✦༺ it wasn't entirely surprising. she wasn't usually summoned for these types of things. in fact, she wasn't often summoned at all ༻✦༺ even though sasha was constantly asking you questions, you answered with eagerness and waited patiently if she had to explain something. it was rather impressive to her honestly ༻✦༺ you would make dinner for the two of you, and while sasha ate, you often fell asleep against her shoulder ༻✦༺ seeing how comfortable you were with her was heartwarming ༻✦༺ and she hated it (for the most part) ༻✦༺ when she asked why the big cities were so important to you, you were kind of surprised that she cared ༻✦༺ she was surprised she had asked in the first place ༻✦༺ but seeing the passion in your eyes, she couldn't possibly extinguish it ༻✦༺ at the same time she still needed that soul ༻✦༺ "[y/n]. i have an important proposition. please... hear me out. you have made me feel things demons were never meant to feel. i.. i love you. i love you and i need to have you. but i need to have your soul, too. i need both and the only way i can have both is if i turn you into a demon. you- you can stay here. stay on earth, live your life. but i need to love you. i don't think i'll ever love anyone else."

───── ❝ armin ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ the demon of knowledge and strategy ༻✦༺ it was a fair idea to summon armin for passage, but not for protection. however, cunning strategy can be the perfect defense ༻✦༺ that was your point of view going into the ritual ༻✦༺ he was surprised you asked for his assistance when you could've summoned a demon of treachery to protect you, however respected your reasoning ༻✦༺ in exchange for the beautiful soul you had, he vowed to protect you across the dangerous midlands, and provide you with knowledge as to what you should avoid aswell ༻✦༺ he was like an authority figure for a while. telling you what to do and what not to do, asking you questions in the voice of a principal ༻✦༺ but you always answered those questions with warmth ༻✦༺ "i've heard stories about the outside world, especially about the cities, and about all the different people and food and everything. i wanted to experience it, even if it was just once. just once is enough." ༻✦༺ to armin, it was both heartwarming and heartwrenching ༻✦༺ he knew he was going to be the one tearing you away from the dream you loved so dearly ༻✦༺ armin was a little softer with you from then on, turning into a good friend you trusted enough to fall asleep in his lap ༻✦༺ you were so excited you couldn't sleep for a few days beforehand ༻✦༺ you asked if you could hug him ༻✦༺ when he said yes, you didn't let go for hours, and you were smiling the whole time ༻✦༺ armin was in constant internal turmoil for the next few days until the lights were within reach ༻✦༺ he couldn't do anything to take you away from here ༻✦༺ and he knew he wouldn't live long if he devoured your soul ༻✦༺ "you can grow old here, live the life you dreamed of, with everything you've ever wanted. i will give you anything you ask. and when you die, i can turn you into a demon. we can live together. all you have to do is say 'i love you too.'"

───── ❝ levi ❞ ─────

༻✦༺ the demon of war and battle ༻✦༺ for physical protection or vengeance, one of the first demons people tend to go to ༻✦༺ you treated him more with respect than fawning over him in awe, which automatically had him respect you more in return ༻✦༺ you explained professionally what you needed from him, and what he would receive ༻✦༺ you offered him both your soul, and to serve eternally under him until the last white dwarf died ༻✦༺ seeing your desperation, and your willingness to give up everything you've ever had, certainly spiked his interest in your... pathetic case ༻✦༺ he accepted the pact and you left the village in the dead of night ༻✦༺ levi was rather impressed to see a human taking care of themself well. after all of the pacts he had been in, he had developed a strong sense that all humans were rather... stupid ༻✦༺ your poised exterior would fade slightly whenever you read the yokomerfe a ohemfo, the one book you had about the outside world. it was replaced with a beautiful, childlike wonder that he felt profoundly drawn to ༻✦༺ he would gaze at you the entire time you read by campfire light ༻✦༺ why the everloving hell is he finding a human beautiful in any capacity ༻✦༺ the more levi got to know you, the more intrigued he became ༻✦༺ not just in the life of a human, but in you specifically, and he had no idea why ༻✦༺ he realized why soon after but didn't want to accept it ༻✦༺ however, the way it made him feel...? he couldn't just forget it ༻✦༺ he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he took your life and your freedom from you for eternity ༻✦༺ so the day before you arrived, he brought it up ༻✦༺ "i do not wish to complete this pact. i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i had to take away your soul and make you a servant. i'm doing neither. you can live your human life, and you can choose whether to die and go to heaven, or to live forever as a demon by my side. if you go to heaven, i cannot exist without you by my side."

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fanfics4all · 4 years

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Sobering Up

Request: Yes / No girl pls write more for draco including smut and fluff. im all for this man.. Anon

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3298

Warnings: Smut!

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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My cousin’s wedding was coming up and I no longer had a date. My now ex-boyfriend had been cheating on me with my roommate for a month before I caught them. My parents didn’t know that I had broken up with him, but they also didn’t know who he was yet. They were supposed to meet him at the wedding. We were going home in a week and I had to face my parents soon. I flopped down on the couch in the common room and groaned. “What’s got you all worked up?” Someone said and I looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy, my best friend. “Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard Nathan cheated on me with my bloody roommate and now I don’t have a date to my cousin’s wedding.” I huffed and placed a pillow on top of my head, groaning once again. “Oh Y/N/N, I’m sorry.” He said sitting down next to me. “It’s alright, he really wasn’t worth it as you told me.” I gave him a small smirk. “So then what’s the problem?” He asked confused. “I told you, I don’t have a date for my cousin’s wedding! My parents were supposed to meet Nathan for the first time then and now they’ll just think I was lying to them!” I said and he chuckled slightly. “Just explain to them that the git cheated on you.” He shrugged and I shook my head. “My parents will just think I’m lying and that I never actually had a boyfriend in the first place.” I said and sighed. “So your parents don’t know anything about who your boyfriend is?” He asked with a raise of his brow. “No, why?” I asked, also raising my brow in confusion. “Well then, why don’t I just accompany you to the wedding and pretend to be your boyfriend?” He asked with a slight smirk. My eyes widened, why didn’t I think of that! “Draco! You’re a bloody genius!” I said and hugged him. “I know darling.” He laughed. “Are you sure you’re okay with this though? You really don’t have to.” I said, pulling away from him. “Of course, if I wasn’t I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t okay with it.” He chuckled again. “Good point.” I smiled. It was finally the night of the wedding and Draco had agreed to meet me at the venue. I was nervous that my parents wouldn’t believe we were dating, but I trusted Draco to sell it with me. “So Y/N, where is this boyfriend of yours?” My Mother asked. “He should be here soon.” I smiled, biting back my nerves. “Y/N!” I turned and saw Draco walking over to us and I smiled. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late, love.” He said and kissed my cheek. “You didn’t miss anything important.” I giggled. “Mother, Father, this is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.” I introduced him. “Darling, why didn’t you just tell us you were dating the Malfoy son?” My Father asked. “She probably wanted to keep it a surprise.” My Mother said with a huge smile. “It’s lovely to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N.” Draco said, shaking hands with my Father. “How are your parents? We haven’t seen them in a few years.” My Mother asked. “They’re both well, Father’s been busy with work and Mother is happy that we’re all back together for a few weeks.” He answered. “Well now that you two are dating, perhaps we can all get together for dinner soon.” My Father said. “I’ll talk to my parents, perhaps during this break.” Draco answered and I felt the nervousness returning. Would we have to fake our relationship for longer than just tonight? “Right, well we should probably go sit down before we miss the wedding.” I said. My parents nodded and walked off to their seats. “Your parents seem happy.” Draco commented as we followed. “Well of course they are, you’re a bloody Malfoy. I’ve just given them the best news in the world.” I sighed. “Then what’s wrong?” He asked confused. “What’s wrong is we might have to keep this up for the rest of our lives.” I sighed. “You’re exaggerating, love.” He chuckled as we sat down and I bit my lip. My stomach was doing flips at Draco’s new nickname, maybe this was a bad idea. The ceremony was absolutely beautiful. I could only hope my wedding was as beautiful as my cousin’s was. Now it was the best part, the reception! There was an open bar and Draco and I were allowed to drink. I always loved fire whiskey and I intended to drink my nerves away. Draco on the other hand, was not drinking as much as I was.

“Love I think you should slow down, you don’t want to get too drunk and be the one to ruin the wedding.” Draco said and I sighed.

“I suppose you’re right, however, I think we’re a little past that.” I giggled and he sighed with a small smirk.

“Come on then, let’s find you a place to sober up a bit.” He said and helped me out of the large room. Draco walked me down a hall and leaned me against the wall.

“Stay here, do not move.” He said and I nodded. Draco walked off and I started zoning out. Draco returned a few moments later and wrapped his arm around my waist. He led me further down the hall and stopped at a door. Draco pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The two of us walked into the hotel room and I collapsed onto the bed.

“I got this room for the night, so you can sober up for a little then we can go back to the party.” He said and sat on one of the chairs. It was quite warm in the room and I also just wanted this dress off of me right now. I stood up and struggled to get it off me.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“It’s hot and I want this stupid dress off me!” I groaned and finally got it off. I laid back on the bed now in just my bra, underwear, and kicked off my heels.

“Y/N, you should really cover up.” He said and I looked over with a smile.

“Why? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I asked and saw he was looking away from me.

“N-Nothing, but you shouldn’t be so exposed in front of me.” He said and had a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“You’re my fake boyfriend so I think it’s fine.” I shrugged and laid back down. Draco walked over and laid next to me.

“So because I’m faking being your boyfriend, you think it’s alright for me to see your body?” He whispered in my ear.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to.” I whispered back. A smirk formed on his beautiful face.

“Good girl.” He whispered and kissed my temple. Those simple words sent a shiver down my spine. Draco’s hand began to travel up my thighs, stopping when he reached my black lace panties.

“Spread your thighs.” He demanded. I spread my legs slightly and rested my hands at my sides, not really knowing what to do with them. Draco began rubbing me through my panties, watching my face the entire time. I locked my eyes with his, lust growing more and more with each little movement. He was only lightly teasing me, but my panties were soaked with my arousal.

“Take off your panties and hand them to me.” He said, taking his hand away. I frowned at the loss of contact.

“Now, Y/N.” He said, only turning me on more. I shifted slightly and slowly slid them down my smooth legs. Draco began slowly running his hand up my side and towards my breasts. When I finally got my underwear off I handed them over to him and he smirked.

“That’s my good girl. Now, try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” He asked and I nodded. His hand slid back to my pussy and parted my lips, coating his fingers in my wetness. Two of his fingers began slowly making circles around my swollen clit. I bit my lip as I tried hard to contain myself. I had no idea what to do with my hands or where I should look, so I simply put my hands to my sides and closed my eyes, letting the intense pleasure wash over me. I felt his hands go lower and slowly pushed two fingers inside me. I gasped, not used to fingers other than my own. I couldn’t help but groan at the feeling.

“Shh, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would we?” Draco said and I threw my head back and sighed. He began to push his fingers in and out of me as his thumb paid attention to my clit. As he picked up the pace I was getting closer, my hips rocked back and forth, accidentally letting out a few squeaks. I felt like I couldn’t breath, like Draco was stealing all my oxygen. I felt like I was on fire, like there was a heat building that couldn’t be controlled by anyone. I never felt like this before, never been pushed this far. Draco picked up the speed even more and I could no longer hold back. I lightly gasped for the air I couldn’t get into my lungs, gyrating my hips against the bed. Just as I felt my pussy clench Draco pulled his fingers out quickly. I cried out in disappointment, but before I could protest any further Draco pushed his fingers between my pouting lips.

“Suck.” He simply said. I frowned, but slowly began sucking my own juices off of his fingers. I began lightly licking and when Draco removed his fingers, I rolled the taste of myself around in my mouth and realized I didn’t dislike it as much as I thought I would have.

“Are you ready to receive your punishment?” He asked and I looked at him confused.

“You weren’t quite like I told you to be.” He cleared up and I bit my lip.

“Yes sir.” I whispered and he smirked.

“Get on your knees, love, kneel for me like a good girl.” He said sternly. I slowly slid off the bed and dropped down to my knees, not daring to question him. I smirked up at him slightly and spread my thighs as wide as I could then sat back on my heels, pushing my chest out. Draco smiled down at me.

“Good girl.” He said simply as he brushed my shoulders pulling my hair behind me. I noticed his dick making a sizable tent in his pants and I knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He bent down and grasped my chin.

“You’re going to suck me off right now.” He said and let got on my face, straightened himself back out.

“Undo my belt and pants, Y/N.” He stated. I slowly reached up and began unbuckling his black leather belt. I fumbled with the buttons on his pants as my hand shook slightly with anticipation. When I was done undoing his pants I slowly pulled them down his thighs. When I reached up and grasped the seams of his boxers I looked up into Draco’s eyes for approval. He simply nodded and smiled at me. As his boxers slid down his legs, his dick sprung out and bobbed up and down in front of me. Draco watched me as I unconsciously licked my lips at little as I stared at his huge member.

“Start by licking me. Use your hands to play with my balls. Then-” I cup him off as I lunged forward eagerly and started lapping at his sensitive skin. I reached up and began gently fondling his balls as I slowly and lightly licked from his base to his tip. When I reached his head I licked around and sucked here and there. I pulled back slightly and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick glancing back up into his eyes through my lashes once again discreetly asking if what I was doing was okay. As I began sucking lightly on his dick, I swirled my tongue around and lapped at his dick hole, exploring what got him more excited. Draco groaned, reaching forward and grasping some of my hair.

“Start bobbing your head up and down. Suck me and use your tongue to stimulate me even more.” He said. I slowly started taking in more of his shaft and was forced to widen my jaw a bit more. My tongue swirled around as much as possible as I began sucking lightly. As I came back up slowly I found I had more use of my tongue then. Draco let me slowly explore and find out what works for me. Once I fell into my own rhythm of sucking and lapping, he began using my hair to set my pace. He pulled and pushed me and I became more animated, sucking harder and slightly tugging on his balls more. He watched me as half his dick disappeared into my mouth and came back out. Draco slowed my pace down and slowly pushed his dick back into my mouth, watching every inch slowly disappear. He groaned as I sucked harder than I had before when I got back to the tip of his dick. Draco couldn’t hold back anymore and began to make the pace faster than I had expected. Draco began fucking my face and I struggled to keep up. Quickly though, I matched up and added more stimulation to please him. Draco pushed further and watched as I fought my gag reflex, I could tell he enjoyed the tears that began forming in my eyes.

“Swallow, Y/N.” He demanded and I knew he would cum soon. I prepared myself and sucked harder and harder hoping to get him to cum hard. All of a sudden he grunted out loud and slammed his dick into my mouth as far as I could take it, gagging me. A hot stream of cum shot into my mouth and throat. I worked hard to swallow it all. Draco shot a large load and I let a few drops slip out of my mouth, dribbling down my chin. When Draco pulled out of my mouth he grabbed the base of his dick and held it back up to my lips.

“Clean me. Lick up and down like you had when you started and get all the cum off me.” He said. I licked gently and soon sat back on my heels once more, awaiting the next command. He reached over and scooped up the remaining cum on my chin. Draco placed his fingers in front of my lips and I opened. I sucked the cum off his fingers and looked up into his passion filled eyes. Draco leaned down and placed the first passionate kiss onto my lips. Draco pulled back and I pouted, begging for more.

“Are you horny?” He asked with a smirk. I nodded in response, not trusting my voice at the moment.

“What should we do about that?” He wondered with a smirk. I groaned in response, it was obvious I was on fire.

“Get on the bed on your back and spread your legs wide for me.” He said. I quickly moved into position and once again slightly began fidgeting with the lack of knowledge of what to do with my hands.

“Place your hands flat against the bed, stretched towards your ankles. Do not move.” Draco instructed with a bit of a threatening tone. Draco got down on his knees in front of my pussy and coated his fingers in my wetness once again. I was leaking everywhere, already making a puddle on the bed. He didn’t waste any time and pushed two fingers into me hard. He began pumping his fingers in and out of me roughly at a fast pace. I arched my back and gasped slightly at the pressure. When Draco added another finger to the mix, circling my clit fast and hard, I couldn’t help but move my hands and moan loudly. Draco stopped rubbing my clit for a moment and grabbed my hands, pushing them together.

“Lock them together.” He said quickly. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out my black lace panties and balled them up in his hand. He bent over me and bit me on the neck. I let out a surprised gasp and Draco quickly shoved my soaked panties into my mouth, gagging me.

“These will keep you quiet.” He stated with a smile as I yelled out a muffled protest. Draco went back down and began pumping his fingers faster after replacing his finger on my sensitive clit. As Draco continued roughly fingering me, he watched as I squirmed and went wild beneath him. I wasn’t able to control the bucking of my body, there was no stopping the orgasm that was approaching. I was getting close as I moaned back to back. Right as I was about to cum Draco picked up the pace just a little faster. I shut my eyes enjoying the pleasure Draco was giving to me.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.” He growled. My eyes shot up and looked straight at the man who was setting my body on fire. I screamed as everything hit me. My whole body tensed and I shook with pleasure. Draco kept pumping as my wetness leaked everywhere and I bucked beneath him. He kept pumping hard and fast as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed as loud as I could. When I finally came down from the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had I felt like I was on a cloud, weak but relaxed. Draco leaned over me and removed my panties from my mouth. He kissed me once more gently and then scooped me into his arms. He let me rest for a moment as my breathing went back to normal. I felt relaxed and safe as I buried my head into his chest.

“Ready to go back?” He whispered softly. I could only nod my head.

“Come on, let’s get you dressed.” He said and helped me get presentable. Draco grabbed my hand, but before we left the room I stopped him.

“Where did all that come from?” I asked and he blushed.

“Do you want me to be honest?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’ve always fancied you Y/N, why do you think I offered to be your fake boyfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened, but I smirked.

“Are you saying the great Draco Malfoy has a crush on me?” I teased slightly and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, let’s get back to the party.” He grumbled, but I stopped him once again.

“I fancy you too Draco, who do you think I let you take control?” I whispered in his ear and pulled back with a smirk. His face was shocked to say the least. My smirk grew and I walked out of the room.

“Well, are you coming or not?” I called and heard him rush to catch up with me.

“You planned all that?” He asked shocked and I smirked.

“The party was getting a bit boring, don’t you think?” I asked and he smirked.

“You weren’t drunk, were you?” He asked.

“Suppose you’ll never know.” I said and pulled him onto the dance floor. I believe it’s safe to say that we were no longer faking our relationship.

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athenaseden · 2 years

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we are always talking abt seeing mel w another woman so see barbs response but consider its not that shes w someone else, its that barb didnt know. this is gonna read more platonically them btw. also over a few episodes.

jacob and janine and zach saw mel out on a date w some girl. they are all shocked bc what she was going strong w gary !?! so they come in monday and are interrogating barb abt mel and gary. They somehow manage not to expose themselves but make barb massive suspicious. she checks in w mel and mels like oh yeah we didnt work. im sorry I meant to tell you that. barb is a little disappointed but decides to give it a break. we see janine and jacob investigating. get a few shots of mel smiling at her phone and her walking out on the phoneall giddy but she always has an excuse. and we as the audience have no proof this isnt a prank. one day mel is late. And the cameras and barb, greg, janine and jacob are all outside waiting for her. up coming a motorcycle w two women, one w flaming red hair under her helmet and it stops in front of the door. mel gets off and waves tells her gf bye and walks up the steps and everyone is just standing there. you have ava who is watching the motorcycle leave and eyeing mel in her leather jacket. janine and jacob proud to be right, greg walking in bc honestly why does he even like them again. And the barb who looks disappointed. Mel explains she had to take her mustang in so she needed a ride but there was construction on some short cut so they had to take the main road. Then they go abt their day bc mel says no to all questions that come from the knuckle heads. We see barb distance all day. then when everyone is leaving and cant find the two we are dragged back to their room where barb is upset "why didnt you tell me?" mels so confused "tell you what? ole girls in the shop? you were already here you couldn't have help." that sets barb off bc yes she could have. "that you have a girlfriend!?!" and melissa is so stunned bc what. barb knows she dates women. what is this. "what are you talking about? why does it matter?". please barbara is so done. "I am your best friend melissa ann schemmenti and in the past two months you have neglected to tell me that you broke off one relationship and started another! what happened? i used to know every detail. did i cross a line? was i too hard?!" and melissa finally gets it and realizes what this is. "barbara, i havent neglected to tell you about my new relationship. ive been planning to tell you this weekend. i am sorry about not telling you about gary, i just didnt want you to be disappointed. you wanted me to be with someone and i am! she just wasn't ready to have other people know about our relationship. and i like her barbara a lot. i didnt think I could contain myself if i told you because i do tell you everything." and then ya know. everything is better.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmanti #barbara howard #work wives #barbara x melissa #but in a platonic way #janine teagues #jacob hill #ava coleman #gregory eddie

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hey alice(can i call you that?) i got to know about the plagiarism situation you faced from sei and im so sad to know that you were lied to and gslit. it was terrible of [beep] to do that to someone, and it's even more disappointing because she doesn't seem to be genuine. the new users on enha tumblr have been turning out to be super untrustworthy. and it's very upsetting to see that people think it's okay to steal from here cause the content is all put out for free and the fact that they "feel bad" only after being caught after constant accusations. personally i have also faced plagiarism and have even caught someone plagiarizing other people and honestly it feels really awful. i can immediately see how these people are not actually always genuinely apologetic rather it's a situation of "oh fk sht i've been caught it's time to hop on to a new blog and a new name" sometimes i feel insecure putting out my works wondering if there's anyone whose using my hard work as their own it's sickening to think they probably have no shame in claiming it as their own and gaining innocent people's trust. idk how many people i trust/follow/look up to or know have scummed to ways of plagiarism but i really hope if they have they stop doing it. and i hope you don't have to come across something like this again. it's less likely though considering the increasing number of incidents coming to light recently. i feel like those who have got caught and deactivated probably could have already made another new blog with a new identity and we don't even know if they on here looking through our blogs, interacting and trying to get moots again. this might be not entirely true but i feel like one among the many reasons could be the average age of our fandom. there are more of minors on here than adults, and that too minors on the younger side as well. it's difficult for some teens to figure out what's not right, one of which is posting someone else's work after modifying it. which is essentially plagiarism but certain minds think of it as not just because they modified it. this is not an excuse or justification but rather im just stating why it could be so casual here. some network admins as well even though putting plagiarism will not be accepted in the rules still keep the guilty ones in the network. i just hope the people who plagiarize and don't feel guilty, someday learn from it. (THAT WAS SUCH A LONG RANT IM SO SRRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF😵) hope you're doing okay <33

hihi !! yeonie, right ?? :o i think i’ve seen your jay fic around !! 🤩 and yes ofc you can call me alice 🥰💕 (omfg i thought you meant sei plagiarized and i was about to be like NONONONO) but ahh yes it’s super disappointing :(( this site should just be for supporting each other and creating content that we like. i wish it wouldn’t have to turn into a chore for people to constantly grind out fics, and i feel like that’s another way people start getting into the habit of copying other authors works :/ but i agree, it’s hard to trust because of it but i hope it stops !! 🤧

and i’m so sorry that you’ve experienced that love, no one deserves that :(( did you manage to get them to take it down?? i remember there used to be a wave of people from wattpad plagiarizing several authors from tumblr and putting all of them in a oneshot book <//3 it’s absolutely horrible and i don’t understand why people are so adamant on taking people’s own creative work like that ,, like the amount of thought and dedication that writers pour into their fics just for someone to copy paste 😔

and you’re so right 😭😭 i already know there are instances of people who start anew after getting exposed for plagiarism and it’s kinda scary to think about them doing it again :// i hope recent events set an example and help people realize they really shouldn’t be doing this, but i guess we’ll see with time :’)

that’s true as well !! this fandom specifically has a younger audience so i think it’s more prevalent here(??) and yeahh i hope it’s reinforced that paraphrasing and stealing of ideas counts just as much :(( taking an author’s intellectual property is just wrong and disrespectful. i don’t know much about network admins but the few that i’ve talked to have been really sweet and good about keeping people in line. the ones you’re referring to who let plagiarists slide ,, i do hope they take a stand and stop tolerating such behavior 😞 and i hope they learn from their mistakes too ! at some point ppl have to realize how childish it is to steal work <//3 AHAHHA DW AB THE LENGTH I ENJOYED THE READ >:) and i’m doing p good !! just have a lot due for tomorrow HAHAH hbu ?? :o i hope you’re doing alright as well ! and have a great day/night love 🌷💗

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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through the green glass door (*) loki laufeyson x reader

+++++++++ Guess who watched the first Thor movie 😁😁

(*) - leads to smut but it doesnt go all the way. but like, its super suggestive lol

Song: lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic at the disco

@cynic-spirit +++++++++

"do you have any idea what the consequences will be if i get caught?!"

i exclaimed as quietly as possible, my three friends giggling as they huddled around me.

"y/n, youre the most agile person we know. and we've all been dreaming of the fruit off that tree for ages. please."

Lenore said and i rolled my eyes.

"if i get caught im taking you three down with me."

i said, gripping the tree bark on the outside portion of the wall.

"we believe in you."

she said as i began climbing. i couldnt believe id let them talk me into this. but they were right, we had all been wanting the fruit off this tree for a very long time. it was forbidden to any outside the palace walls. something none of us had ever or would ever have the pleasure of enjoying. until now i suppose.

"im at the top."

i called back down to them still on the ground. they all cheered and clapped, jumping up and down as they giggled. but i wasnt triumphant just yet. i could see the tree, barely touching the branches of the one i was in. just over the garden wall.

"youve got this."

i whispered to myself, stepping as lightly as i possibly could towards the wall. there was a creaking and i paused, taking a deep breath. it was fine. this was fine. so i kept going, jumping onto the top of the garden wall as the edge of the branch snapped. i took a staggered breath, still hidden within lots of leaves. but there, like a light in the distance i could see the golden fruit. i plucked one off the branch, its smell as it got closer becoming sweeter and sweeter.

then i saw another, plucking it too and tossing both to the ground below. there i saw the three of them, rushing over and picking them up. i grabbed another that was close enough to reach and dropped it down, so each of them could have one of their own. they all celebrated with happy noises of content as they devoured them. as i looked back up to grab another fruit i noticed there were none left nearer to me.

"drat."

i complained, seeing one of the golden fruits just past the wall, barely out of reach. i knew i shouldn't be greedy but i went through all this trouble, it would be a shame to not have one for myself. so i stepped further, to the edge of the wall. i found a branch sturdy enough and planted my foot on it. i took one step, then another, and so on until i was nearing the trunk of the tree and the fruit i had seen from the wall.

"finally."

i whispered, plucking it off the branch and sinking my teeth into it. it was just as sweet as it smelled and i was glad i had continued on my journey over the wall. that was at least until i took one wrong step, another branch breaking under me. then it was one branch after another, falling straight on my face in the grass below the tree. i groaned, lifting my head and my eyes going wide. there in front of me was a pair of black leather boots.

"um, i can explain."

i started, looking up and pausing again. there in front of me was the young prince, holding a book in one hand and a pear in the other, looking just as surprised to see me as i was to see him.

"im sure thats one hel of an explanation having dropped from the sky."

he stated and i moved to my knees quickly, bowing in front of him.

"yes, my prince. i am truly sorry."

he laughed and i looked at him confused.

"please, stand."

he said and i did as told, bowing my head.

"i have not seen you before."

"my prince?"

i raised a brow, watching him as he leaned against the tree.

"where do you come from?"

i cleared my throat.

"outside the palace my prince."

he laughed again.

"do you think me an idiot?"

he asked and i stopped breathing.

"of course not, how could you? you are but a peasant."

then i drew my brows.

"now you wait just a minute! i may not be of noble birth but that does not mean you will disrespect me. arrest me, for all i care, but i will not be spoken to like a-"

"relax."

he said and i stopped.

"relax?!"

he shook his head.

"what is your name?"

i opened and closed my mouth a couple times. then i inhaled sharply.

"y/n."

he stood off the tree, tucked the book under his arm, and offered me his hand.

"well y/n, i am of the impression that you are in need of a new dress."

i looked at him funny before looking down at my outfit. i was dirty and my skirt had torn when i fell out of the tree.

"you arent going to arrest me?"

i asked hesitantly and he smiled.

"i am not."

he said and i slowly took his hand.

"my prince i, i dont believe-"

"you dont need to believe, just trust me."

he said and i nodded. i followed him blindly inside, walking openly past the guards up the stairs and down a long glimmering hallway. it didnt necessarily feel right, but something about him made me want to keep walking. to keep following him.

"my prince-"

"call me loki."

he interrupted.

"um, loki, right. uh where are we going?"

he squeezed my hand before pulling me into a room.

"my chambers."

he said and i froze, the door closing behind us. then out of nowhere a woman appeared, bowing her head.

"bring us one of my mothers old dresses. my guest is in need of some new clothes."

he said in a suave tone, the woman walking past me and out the door.

"i dare say, my prince, i am not worthy of wearing the queens garb."

he looked at me and smiled, pulling a chair out from under a small golden table and sitting at it.

"i think she would disagree."

i smiled back in amusement and joined him at the table.

"why are you being so nice to me?"

i asked and watched as he took a drink.

"it has been a long time since someone has been able to get over garden wall and not get caught. i admire that."

i raised a brow.

"so you like that im mischievous?"

i questioned and he smirked.

"exactly."

i made a small noise of disbelief.

"i should have guessed. the midgaurdians call you, what, the god of mischief? it only makes sense you would like someone sneaking into the palace garden."

"my lord."

i heard from the door and both our gaze turned to the girl, holding a blue dress.

"ah yes, a perfect choice."

i watched as he took it from her, shooing her away afterwards. and then he started towards me, making me more curious.

"for the lady."

he said, offering it to me and i smirked at him.

"care to help me put it on?"

i made a face, realizing what i had just asked and almost couldnt believe myself for being so bold. but part of me also didnt regret it. and i couldnt help notice the knowing smile across his face as he led me to his bed. there he laid the dress out and moved to help me.

"a bit intrepid for someone who believed me to want to arrest them."

i looked over his face for a moment.

"theres something about you i cant get off of my mind."

"and that is?"

he asked, stepping behind me and undoing the top op my dress slowly. i just stood and stared ahead as he did so.

"though i know we could both be in large amounts of trouble with the king if he were to find out i am here, i still feel like i can trust you."

i said, looking at him over my shoulder and we both examined each other. his face was soft. softer than before. and the golden light peaking in over the terrace railing made him look more ethereal.

"i can trust you, cant i?"

i asked and his gaze shifted down my face.

"you can trust this."

he said calmly before capturing my lips in his. it was gentle and i could feel my heart knocking a my rib cage to be let out. i was kissing the boy prince. the heir apparent. and gods did it feel great.

"loki."

i whispered when he pulled away, looking between his eyes for any reason not to trust him and coming up with nothing.

"do you still wish for my help?"

he bargained and i nodded.

"i wouldnt want anything else."

it was said in such a hushed tone im sure no one else would have been able to hear it had they been in the room. i stood there as he stripped me slowly. He began with finishing the top of my dress, letting the lacing down and pushing the fabric down off my shoulders. as the dress pooled at my ankles i was left there in my sark, a small shiver traveling up my spine as his fingers traced up my arm.

"may i?"

he asked, placing his other hand firmly at my waist, tugging at the fabric. i swallowed hard, almost feeling like i shouldnt be doing this.

"yes."

i said quiet and bold.

"you are quite the woman."

he noted, pulling the sark up over my head and dropping it to the floor with my dress. i should have felt more exposed standing there naked but my back was still to him.

"Thank you my prince."

I said with some form of sincerity. He kissed my shoulder.

"I told you, call me Loki."

He whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps over my skin.

"Loki."

I half moaned, leaning back into him as his hands found their way to my hips again.

"May I touch you further?"

He questioned and I nodded against him, feeling his hand trail up my torso painfully slow. He kissed across my shoulder, up my neck, and onto my jaw before spinning me around swiftly. I gasped at the sudden movement, looking over his face as he stepped closer to kiss me properly. When he pulled away I noticed his clothes had also vanished, gone in a flash of green.

"May I make love to you?"

He asked, barely gracing my lips with his own.

"Please do."

I whispered against him before kissing him, again and again, until my back hit the soft silk of his bedding.

#wattpad #x reader #Loki Laufeyson #marverl #imagines #one shots #342 #loki #smut?#idk not really but kinda #smut

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