#“I wonder what that tongue can do 😏” except I wonder what will happen if you pull it really hard

[emitowrites]

I am so fucking into you

I've written the fic! I did the thing!! Give it a read here if this sounds like the sorta thing you're into:

Spidey and DP meet and start patrolling together. Bugle employee Peter Parker photographs Deadpool, and they go on a date. It’s all going well, except Wade doesn’t know why Spidey’s started being really flirty back when he’s finally got someone else interested? Why does the universe do mean things to him?

The first scene I wrote, which is actually the ending scene of the fic, was based on the above fricking incredible image that @buboloboogie made. Like, fucking look at it? Are you kidding me with this????? Of course I was inspired by it?? TYSM @buboloboogie for the inspo and for letting me use your art!

It was also inspired by @ksmin-canread's song rec of All Bad by Devon Cole... thank you again Ksmin-canread for the absolutely wonderful rec.

Oh and ALSO civilian photog Peter meeting DP was inspired by this post, originally by @shipverse here.

Sneak preview of the ending (and uhh, soz for the spoiler, I guess? But yeah, they kiss 😏) below:

(Oh so, for context: Wade's inner monologue was inspired by the comics, where there's a yellow speech box and a white speech box for his thoughts. In this fic I use [this style] for the white box character (who's snarky and mean) and {this style} for the yellow box (which are Wade's own thoughts). Hope that's not too confusing!)

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Wade approaches their scheduled meeting place one night, but the alley’s deserted and Spidey’s nowhere to be seen.

“Spidey-babe?” 

“Up here, DP.” Wade cranes his neck up, and there's Spidey! He's dangling from a web above him, peering down at him, and Wade suddenly remembers seeing a movie just like this once. 

{Shit, that scene was so hot.} 

[Wasn’t that movie set in another universe?]

{Yeah, but hotness transcends universes, just like me! And, fuck, was it hot!}

[Think we could convince him to recreate it with us?] 

“Oh shit, Spidey, come down here a little more will ya?”

“Huh, what for?” Peter tilts his head to the side slightly, curious. 

“I just wanna try something.” He makes grabby hands towards Peter, who hesitatingly lowers himself until he’s within grabbing distance. Wade pulls him a little further down, bringing their chins to align. He peels up the bottom half of his own mask and then reaches out to do the same to Peter, slowly revealing his chin from the bottom half { ...top half really, with this position...} of the mask. Wade pauses, taking in the surrealness of the moment - that Spidey actually trusts him enough to do this - and then, achingly slowly and agonisingly, gently presses his lips to Peter’s. Peter’s hands come up to hold his face, sweetly, lovingly, and kisses him back. 

[After all that, and it’s kinda lame actually?]

{Oh, fuck off, it’s not lame! Let me have my moment.} 

Clearly Peter doesn’t think it’s lame either, because he gets fucking into it. He groans, and desperately pushes into Wade’s mouth, tongue sweeping against Wade’s lips and seeking access. Wade tilts his head in response, allowing them to slot their mouths together more thoroughly. It’s not enough for Peter as he makes a frustrated kind of noise and pulls back.

“Wha..” Wade starts to say, but then Peter lets go of his web and flips upside down {or is it rightway up?} . He urges forward, pins Wade roughly against the wall, and kisses him frantically, grinding his hips into Wade’s. Wade can feel exactly how into this Peter is, and he moans into Peter’s mouth. 

“That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Peter says, breathlessly, kissing Wade again. 

“I am so fucking into you.” Wade groans. 

“I am so fucking into you, too.” 

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Hope you liked it! 💚

totally not based on a tiktok that i saw at all no that would be crazy

me when i am in love them fr

[bread-is-my-life]

Everyone is saying how soft they are in my last post and I was giggling so much until I remembered that I drew this but never posted

I'M SO SORRY STAIN I DON'T REMEMBER WHERE I GOT THIS IDEA BAHHAhzhgxhdhshshHAHAHSHDHF

"yapper x listener! <3" The listener is TIRED (⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜ )

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXII ''What the Seven Kingdoms need''

Chapter XXIII ''Refusal''

Most of the time she was stressed, wondering what would happen next, whether they would find the culprits. She was afraid that she would soon hear about another murder and they would still not know who exactly committed it. So when she heard that Grey Worm and Daario had captured one of the Sons of the Harpy, some of her stress melted away. Eventually, maybe they'll learn more, as long as the man keeps answering questions...

For this reason, the meeting was held at the same table as usual, in her chamber. Everyone was sitting except her. She couldn't sit still, not now. It may sound strange, but she had to release her stress.

"The Sons of the Harpy want to put us back in chains. Please, Your Grace, you must kill him." said Mossador, with the accent typical for people from Essos who have learned the common tongue.

She understood what drove him, part of her thought the same, but she knew she couldn't do it. Not yet, not without a trial. First, they must interrogate him and prove his guilt, and only then can he be sentenced to death. This is the law, anything else is murder.

"I can't." she replied. "Every person deserves a trial."

"He may reveal some important information, he should be interrogated thoroughly first." ser Barristan pointed out.

"He won't reveal any important information." Daario replied to him. "I've already questioned him, he won't say anything."

"And what did you find out? That he is young and poor. Why would he fight to restore slavery?" it was clear that Hizdahr was trying to defend the people of his class, which was understandable. However, Visenya's suspicions always fell only on them.

"But he was born free." Mossador pointed out to him. At every meeting he showed his grudge against the Masters and it was hardly surprising, after all he had spent his whole life in chains... But at the same time he should control his tongue, there is no slavery now, everyone deserves a second chance, even if not everyone wants it use it.

"They pay him." Visenya spoke for the first time in a long time. "Such organizations cannot exist without the support of someone strong and wealthy."

How did she know? It was the same in Westeros. This is what Tywin Lannister did, others, weaker ones, did things for him, sometimes feeling that they had some power or the favor of the most dangerous man in the kingdom. He paid them with privileges or in gold and that's how it went. All the time. Quite a circle. The Great Houses fight among themselves, driving this huge wheel. Each of them wants to be on top and have everyone under them, but as a result they only kill themselves and those who get in the way of the wheel.

"Yes, yes!" Mossador agreed with her. "The great families are afraid to do something themselves, so they pay the poor to do it for them. They are their slaves, slaves of their money!"

"How can you know that?" Hizdahr objected.

"Everyone knows it."

"I don't know, and I'm the head of a great family." she stopped for a moment when she heard Hizdahr's words. She was struck by the realization that his father must have died after all, since he was now the head of the family. For that one moment, she regretted locking everyone in the dungeons after taking over the city.

"We don't know what this man did." ser Arthur interrupted them. "As the Queen said, a trial is needed. Everyone has the right to a fair trial. We need to show the citizens of Meereen that the law works and applies to everyone equally."

"Yes, you must prove that you are better than those who ruled Meereen before you." ser Barristan agreed with his friend.

"I don't know where you come from, maybe it's different there, I hope so." she turned her gaze to the former slave. "But here in Meereen, before Visenya Targaryen came, we were owned by these people. We had to learn about them and adapt or die. They taught me what they are: monsters. Mercy, fair trial... It means nothing to them! They only understand blood, strenght."

Fire and blood.

"I want to be better, not like them." Vis said quietly, lowering her eyes for a moment. She wondered if there was anything else she wanted to say, or if they had something to bring up. "Thank you all for your advice. You may leave." she added finally.

"Your Grace, can I have a word?" ser Barristan asked as everyone rose from the table and began to leave the room.

"Of course, ser. About what?" she sat down next to him at the table.

"About your family." she was surprised, it was visible in the expression on her face. She didn't know why he wanted to bring this up now, but she let him talk. "I was in the Mad King's Kingsguard, as was Ser Arthur-"

"I've already talked with him about my father."

"He certainly knew him better than I did, I won't deny it. But I wanted to talk about the Mad King."

He surprised her again. She had heard and read many stories about Aerys II, but she didn't believe them all. After all, how can a man do this without anyone stopping him?

Although now that she knows what the Masters did to the slaves... All those stories might be true too.

"People exaggerate these stories."

"No, my Queen." he wishes all this wasn't true, but the world isn't that rosy. And he thinks she should know this truth. Learn from someone else's mistakes, not her own. "I was always there, I saw everything. They don't exaggerate. When people began to oppose him, he destroyed their towns and castles. He murdered sons in front of their fathers. He burned people alive using wild fire and laughed when they screamed. He was so eager to extinguish resistance that he led a rebellion that killed almost all the Targaryens."

"I'm not like him." she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. It was hard for her to imagine it, laughing at the sight of people screaming in pain and dying. When she watched death, she most often felt sadness because she was watching innocent people being murdered.

When it came to criminals, she felt... nothing. There was a certain sense of justice being served, but her face showed no emotions.

And then she remembered how she had gotten septa killed when she was a child. I'm not that innocent...

"No, Your Grace. Thank the Gods, you have your father's character." these words calmed her down a bit after the memories flooded her. "But you must know the history of your family. The Mad King gave his enemies the punishment he thought they deserved. Doing this made him feel powerful, he felt like he was right. Until the very end."

"I know that everyone deserves a fair trial." she pointed out, and after a moment she smiled gently at him. "Thank you, ser Barristan. I will remember this if I ever hesitate about what is right."

And I hope I'll choose well.

* * *

She was getting ready to go through with the trial, but then she suddenly got a message. She didn't have good hopes for it, but when she heard from Grey Worm what the Unsullied had found in the city and who was responsible... People shocked her more and more every day.

She took her seat in the audience hall, and immediately the Unsullied brought the murderer of this Son of the Harpy they recently caught. Mossador.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, disappointment evident on her face. She knew the boy had different views than hers, but she didn't think he would commit murder.

"Syt ao, Mhysa."  he replied and knelt down, the chain connecting the shackles binding his hands hit the floor. "Ao jeldan Trēsi hen Jazdanī morghe, yn aōha ondos sia letagon. Nyke mazilībagon ao dāez, hae ao gōntan īloma."

*"For you, mother. You wanted to get rid of the Sons of the Harpy, but you couldn't do it yourself, your hands were tied. I liberated you, just as you liberated us."*

"Īles iā atori umbagon syt iderenne. Ēdā daor paktot naejot ossēnagon zirȳl." she protested. She already knew that he had to be punished one way or another for there to be justice in the city, and she had to sentence him. But before that, she wanted him to at least understand that what he did was wrong.

*"He was a prisoner awaiting trial. You had no right to kill him."*

"Ziry sagon ossēntan mirre ñuhoso. Ziry enprisā toro lōchi riza bisa oktion camer, tare ūndegon mirre people dāez Se ao udrāzma."

*"He would die either way. He would rather destroy this city to the ground than see all the people free and you in power."*

She didn't know how to answer that, she didn't know how she could explain to him that what he did was wrong. Instead, she listened to him say that the Masters were still Lords, that they live in pyramids and murder "her children". He told how the Unsullied came to the slaves with weapons so that they could fight for their freedom. He said that he was the first to grab a weapon, that he remembered the look on his father's face when he saw him kill his Master who had exchanged his infant son for a dog.

"Ñuha kepa morghūltan dure se vīlībagon. Lo īlon ivestragī Trēsi hen Jazdanī dīnagon hae arlī isse belma, ziry iksos hae ziry dōrī glaestan." she was sorry to hear his life story, but she couldn't do anything about it, only nod, sympathize and move on. Most people have had a hard life, but that doesn't mean they have to commit crimes. That wasn't what justice was about. Your experiences cannot always justify you.

*"My father died fighting. If we allow the Sons of the Harpy to put us back in chains, it will be as if he never lived."*

"Kesan daor ivestragī zirȳ gaomagon bona, konir sagon skōro syt nyke umptan isse Meereen." she promised. "Ziry daoriot arlinnon se les bona zȳhon ābrar iksin daor aōha naejot gūrogon. Emā naejot sagon qilōnarion."

*"I won't let them do that, that's why I stayed in Meereen. But it doesn't change the fact that his life wasn't yours and you had no right to take it. You must be punished."*

"Mhysa, Iksā se vēttir."

*"Mother, you are the law."*

No. No matter how much he would like it to be so, she is not the law. Just because she made the law in Meereen doesn't mean she can now change it whenever it suits her.

"Vēttir iksis vēttir. Ziry apizō naejot ao, nyke se āeksia hae olvie." she interrupted, feeling that voice caught in her throat. "Se qilōnarion syt ossēnagon iksis morghon."

*"Law is law. The same applies to you, me and the former Masters. And the penalty for murder is death."*

He didn't answer her, but she could see on his face that it wasn't what he expected. He didn't shout or ask for anything. He kept his eyes on her as the soldiers lifted him from his knees and led him out of the room.

She knew what she had to do.

She came out of the pyramid and the common people gathered in the streets immediately began to extend their hands towards her and call her Mhysa. She wished she could smile at them, but she was in a foul mood. She only looked ahead as she walked to the place she had passed through after conquering the city.

She stood on a wooden platform, where masters had probably stood before and announced something to the slaves or killed them. She would rather lean towards the latter option.

She wanted to start talking, but people kept shouting at her and it took her a long time to find the courage to speak and interrupt them. Especially since she had the impression that after what will happen, they won't be so good towards her anymore. It doesn't matter that it's justice.

"She should behead him in the Great Pyramid and end the matter." she heard Hizdahr's voice somewhere behind her.

"I tell her all the time to treat you like that." normally she would have smiled at Daario's answer, but at the moment she couldn't.

She had to do it publicly. These people had to understand what the law was and that it applied to everyone, regardless of class.

"Ao ivestragī nyke ezīmagon aōha oktion kesrio syt nyke kivigon ao dāez se sepār. Iksan jāre naejot gaomagon bona kivio." after these words, the soldiers brought in Mossador in chains, which caused a stir among the former slaves. They started calling for their brother, clearly surprised to see him in chains.

*"You let me into your city because I promised you freedom and justice. I intend to keep that promise."*

"Mhysa, nyke epagon ao. Shijetra nyke." Mossador said once the Unsullied had left him kneeling on the ground near her. She didn't even look at him for a moment.

*"Mother, I beg you. Forgive me."*

"Iā oktiōno hen Meereen iksin umbagon syt iderenne se bisa vala ossēntan zirȳla. Vēttir vestras, bona qilōnarion iksis morghon." she stated completely seriously, with practically no emotion on her face.

*"A resident of Meereen was awaiting trial and this man killed him. The law says the penalty for this is death."*

People started screaming, begging for mercy for him. She would love to be able to show it, because she knew that Mossador was actually a good man. But he killed the prisoner, it wasn't in self-defense. She promised justice and she must keep her promise. If she shows mercy now, she will be weak in the eyes of the Masters, and the former slaves will think that they are unpunished. She couldn't let either of those two happen.

"Do it quickly." she turned slightly to the left and said these words quietly to Ser Arthur. As he passed behind her, drawing his sword, pleas for mercy became even louder. "Vēttir apizō tolvys: sodi āeksia, daerēdas buzdaris se nyke. Konir sagon skorkydoso iksi dāez, ondoso issare gīda naejot se vētti."

*"The law applies to everyone: Former Masters, freed slaves and me. In this way we are free, being equal before the law."*

She cast a single glance at Mossador, who was whispering something with his eyes closed - probably praying. Then she looked up at Arthur and only nodded briefly. However, she did not look at the moment of the beheading itself. She then looked back in front of her. She flinched slightly when she heard the blade of the sword hit the boy's neck. She only focused on maintaining a neutral expression - after all, she had done what was necessary, it shouldn't be difficult for her.

But it was true. First there was deafening silence, and then people started hissing at her and moving away. For a brief moment, she felt like she was daydreaming. She had two images in front of her eyes: The current one, from Meereen, and then the other one flashed. She was standing at the top of some stairs, and there were people at the bottom, also shouting something and raising their hands.

She stood there as if someone had driven her into the ground. She couldn't notice that behind her, among the people, there was someone who was getting ready to throw a knife at her back.

She only woke up from this strange trance when one of the people threw a stone at her and hit her in the thigh. Surprised, she moved back and placed her hand on the hit spot. Then ordinary people started throwing stones at the Masters, as a result of which both groups attacked each other, separated only by the row of the Unsullied.

She felt a sudden jerk to the side and immediately saw a knife that was stuck in the wooden platform due to the force of the throw.

"Go." she didn't even realize when ser Arthur managed to run up to her, but apparently he was the one who saved her from the mysterious killer.

She couldn't control herself yet, but when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her next to him towards the pyramid, her legs started moving on their own. Later, she managed it herself, pulled up her dress a little so that she could run freely, and so, escorted by the Unsullied - whose shields were hit by stones thrown by people - she safely returned to the pyramid.

* * *

"Stannis is a complicated man."

Robb had been talking to Ser Davos for a long time now. His sole purpose seemed to be to convince him to help Stannis. First of all, he didn't want to do it because Stannis kept trying to force him to swear fealty. And secondly, what could he possibly do? Was he supposed to go from one Lord to another, showing up, saying he is alive and asking for men for Stannis because he swore the North to him?

It sounded comical even if not said out loud.

"On the contrary, he seems to be quite simple." Robb replied. "He wants to claim the throne that is rightfully his as Robert's heir, and I respect that. But he should be a bit more open to possible concessions."

He had nothing against Stannis wanting to sit on the Iron Throne. He is free to go, Robb never thought about this throne. He even supported the fact that Stannis was the rightful heir, but there were certain limits, he would not allow himself to be taken advantage of. His lands have already suffered too much.

Besides, he sincerely doubted Baratheon would take and give him Winterfell in exchange for bending the knee. He might be young, but he had already learned about war and he knew the North: Stannis is not able to cope in the state he is currently in.

"He only wants what's best for the Seven Kingdoms." Davos pointed out, not giving up.

"I dare not say otherwise."

"So why are you so resistant to helping?" Robb sighed at these words.

"I wanted to help. I don't care about the Iron Throne, I was ready to go to the capital with Renly or Stannis. But your King wants all the kingdoms at all costs. I understand that, but please don't involve me in your war. Even more so now, when..." he trailed off. He didn't want to finish that last sentence because he realized again how hopeless his situation was.

Silence fell between them. Davos was probably waiting for Robb to finish that sentence, and when he didn't, he said:

"Think about it some more. Before it's too late."

Too late for what?

He wanted to ask about it, but Davos had already got up from his chair and started to leave, passing the Red Priestess - Melisandre - in the doorway. This woman was strange, he didn't know what to think about her, but he felt uncomfortable when they were alone in the room.

She was only giving advice to Stannis, but there was something about her presence that was... Disturbing. Especially since she was apparently the one who confused Stannis enough to make him start burning people at the stakes.

Another reason not to bend the knee to him.

"Can I help you with something, my Lady?" he asked out of politeness, shifting a little in his chair.

"Come with us to Winterfell. No one knows the castle like you and your half-brother, but he became Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, so..." she walked closer to him as she spoke.  "Hidden passages, weak points. This was once your home. Don't you want to get rid of the rats that have infested it?"

"I have already told your King what I think about this expedition." he replied, although in fact lately he had been thinking all the time about how he could retake the castle and take revenge on the Boltons.

"Only one war matters: Life against death." she's getting too close... "Come, I'll show you what's worth fighting for."

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe in flame visions or magic." he replied quickly, moving back in his chair further against the wall as Melisandre took further steps.

It was a small lie, because a part of him believed in the dream that still lingered in his memory. He was convinced that fate would at some point push him to meet the owner of the necklace, and then what? He had no idea.

"No visions. No magic. Only life." standing in front of him, she moved her clothes aside, showing him her naked body.

He looked away, although at first he involuntarily looked at her breasts.

"Cover yourself." he said quietly. He felt very bad that she was putting him in this situation. They practically didn't know each other, and she showed herself completely to him and - most likely - expected something more.

She took his hand and raised it towards one of her breasts. He wanted to immediately pull his hand from her grasp, but the strangely pleasant warmth of her skin did not allow him to do so. His hand slowly moved up her stomach, and when it reached her breast, Robb abruptly removed it.

"Get dressed." he repeated his request, remaining with his face turned away.

"The Lord of Light created men and women. Two halves of one perfect whole. There is power in our connection, the power to create life, light." she said it quietly, almost whispering. There was something very seductive about it. He was not surprised that Stannis allowed himself to be deceived, because for a moment he wanted to succumb to her.

But as soon as he felt her hand on his shirt, he immediately grabbed it and stopped her from undoing his clothes. He couldn't... No. He didn't want to. He didn't want to do it, he didn't love her, he loved someone else and she's dead. He won't sully her memory like this.

"Do not do this. Get dressed and get out." he replied just as quietly, but very bluntly, finally returning his gaze to her, but he was looking at her face, not her body.

"You are not a brother of the Night's Watch, you have not taken a vow of chastity." she noticed. "On the contrary - you are a king, you need an heir."

"I don't have a kingdom. I already had a wife, I don't want another one. I have siblings who will inherit whatever I have left."

"I am his and he is mine. From that day until the end of my days." she quoted a fragment of the marriage vow taken before the Seven Gods. "Her days are over, but yours are still passing by."

"Yes, they are still flowing. So I belong to her until the end of my days."

"Dead people don't need lovers." her hand moved in his grip, and her fingers brushed the skin of his neck, hooking his weather shirt.

"I still love her." he let go of her hand and got up from the chair, walking to the door. If she didn't want to leave, he must leave this room as soon as possible.

He thought he would hear nothing more from her. That he would leave and with any luck he would never see her red hair and dress again, but her voice stopped him.

"Beautiful necklace." his hand froze on the doorknob and he couldn't bring himself to press it. How does she know...?  "Your heart is not frozen and you know it."

He opened the door and walked out, trying to forget what had just happened. However, one question kept running through his head: What did she want to achieve?

~

-> Chapter XXIV ''The burden of decision'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[pyre-of-rune]

Thorns[Mammon x GN!Florist!MC]

Summary: a continuation of my previous work: Crown of Flowers! Basically, MC has their “talk” with the brothers and takes Mammon to get away from his brothers for awhile. If you haven’t read the first part yet, I recommend that so you can fully understand what’s happened!

CW: MC uses a lot of choice words, there’s a lot of angry MC— and basically the brothers suffer in their guilt(as they deserve!!), OOC?? 🥲

Author’s Note: I am literally SO sorry for how long this took😭😭 I rewrote this like five times and never finished any of them, I just could not get the motivation to do it😭😭😭 I’m so sorry and thank you vv much to anyone who has waited this long for part two!

ALSO this part dooooes contain an OC of mine(for plot purposes) but he’s not a huge part of the plot so you can mostly ignore him…unless you don’t want to😏

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“Sit.” MC said, crossing their arms. Most of the brothers sat, except Lucifer who stepped forward. “MC, what is—“ MC waved him off “Sit.” They repeated. This time, surprisingly, Lucifer complied. MC wondered idly if it were an effect of the pact, but quickly pushed the thought away to focus on why they’re here.

“We’re going to talk about Mammon.” MC said, causing an almost collective groan from the brothers. “What did that scumbag do now??” Asmo whined. Levi growled “did he steal something from you? I bet he did!” MC clenched their fists, unfolding their arms “shut up!” They didn’t mean to shout, but it did get the brothers’ attention.

“Mammon didn’t DO anything. I’m talking about how you all treat him like shit!” They scolded “and you just gave me a perfect example! You always expect the worst of him! Is it because he’s the avatar of Greed? He can’t control that! You all should be the LAST ones nagging about his avatar, when the rest of you are just as bad!”

The brothers were all taken aback, looking anywhere but MC. But they weren’t finished. “Mammon has been NOTHING but nice to all of you. Not once has he EVER insulted any of you, and yet you all bash him like he’s your personal fucking punching bag! Well he’s NOT!” MC’s voice began to rise again, all the brothers silent with shame.

“Why do you treat him like that?? I’ll tell you why! You’re all frustrated at the way your lives turned out and Mammon is the only one who refuses to fight back. He won’t hurt any of you, emotionally or physically, because he’s a GOOD big brother.” MC glared at Lucifer, who winced but held his tongue. “You all think that because he puts up with it, you can continue to treat him however you want and he’ll never leave you because you’re family!”

MC crossed their arms again, “that stops now. If you don’t have anything NICE to say to Mammon, keep your fucking mouths shut. I’m disappointed in all of you.” They turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back “Lilith would be too.” MC saw the hurt their words brought the brothers, but they couldn’t bring themselves to feel bad. Not right now.

“Mammon and I are staying somewhere else for the time being. I suggest the rest of you figure your shit out before you talk to us again.” They said before walking out the door.

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Later, MC lead Mammon up the pathway to a large house, though not quite as large as the House of Lamentation. Mammon frowned, unsure. “Are you sure this is..uh, okay?” He asked “n-not that I’m nervous or anything! Your friend should be honored to host THE great and powerful Mammon!”

MC laughed “yes, yes. It’s fine. I talked to him before hand, and he is quite humbled to have such an esteemed guest.” Mammon seemed startled, not used to others feeding into his act. He didn’t hate it, though. The door opened and he followed MC inside, looking around. The house was beautiful, like something he would be asked to take a photoshoot in.

A few steps into the house they we greeted by a man with long green hair and sparkling pink eyes. He smiled at the two, opening his arms wide as welcome. “Hello! I’m so pleased to have you both.” He said, taking MC’s hand and leaning to kiss their knuckles. Mammon would have felt jealous had the strange demon not done the same to him right after. Mammon’s face went hot, and he sputtered. “Wh..Why yes! Finally someone who knows how to act in the presence of THE Mammon!”

The man chuckled, turning to MC, who introduced them. “Landon, this is Mammon, obviously, and Mammon..this is my friend Landon. He’s a photographer.” Mammon whistled “that explains the fancy decor. Ya really like silver, hah?”

Landon nodded “yes…but I do think gold would suit you just fine…” there was an underlining to his tone that made Mammon flush, and MC grinned at him as they took his hand while Landon proceeded to give them a tour.

“And these are your rooms. There’s a joint door connecting them so you don’t have to bother using the hallway.” Landon said cheerfully, then pointed down the hall. “My room is just down there, so if you two need…anything. Just give me a call~” he smiled slyly, looking at the two with half-lidded eyes before he walked away. “Enjoy your night~!”

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MC and Mammon laid on the bed in one of the rooms, Mammon’s faced pressed to MC’s chest as they lay in comfortable silence. Mammon was the first to speak “will they be okay?”

“Hm?”

“…my brothers. Are they going to be okay without us?”

MC smiled “you’re a great brother Mammon. They’ll be fine. They need some time to realize how much you mean to them.” Mammon nodded, but spoke again after a short silence “It wasn’t all that bad. Beel never hurt my feelings. Belphie never really had the chance to. He was too busy hating Lucifer, anyway. Asmo was nice sometimes…he—“ MC squeezed Mammon, the white haired demon falling silent.

“MC…” MC hummed inquisitively, feeling wet drops land on their collarbone. “Why do I still want to defend them? It hurts, but I can’t let go…” MC sighed, rubbing Mammon’s back gently. “Like I said, you’re a great brother. They’re your family, and family is hard to leave behind. Hopefully they get it together so you don’t have to.”

Mammon just hugged MC tighter, sniffling. MC reached up to gently grab his face, lifting it so they could wipe his tears away. They smiled at him, running a comforting hand through his hair. “You’re so amazing, Mammon. I love you so much.”

Mammon’s eyes widened. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had admitted to loving him. The words felt like a little flame being lit deep in his chest, warming him from the inside. He found himself smiling back, though it was small and fragile. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to MCs. They wrapped their arms around him, pulling him closer. When the foreign feelings in his chest settled, Mammon realized he felt truly loved for the first time since he and his brothers had fallen.

It was wonderful.

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Author’s Note two: HIIIIII TYSM FOR READING THIS FAR!! Idk how good this was bc I just randomly got an idea and a wave of motivation after almost a year of not working on it💀 I knocked this shit out in like an hour so don’t mind meeee

[rinadragomir]

3 episode reaction

Episode 1, episode 2 reactions

"tell them to fuck more" "MARINA!" Hehehehehehehehehehe

No wait are they gonna talk about fucking in the... Church? STOP TURNING FUNERAL INTO SITCOM HELLO👀👀👀👀

Cool that Lissa and Christian decided to find out about each other after... after they put their tongues in each other's mouths?... Cool relationship development, screenwriters, good job 👏👏👏

Please don't kiss, we're at the fucking funeral I'm —

LISSA'S POWERS YAY but now I have a problem with sth🤔

If everyone can see that "magical shining eyes" effect then... It's gonna be pretty obvious when Lissa uses her magic... right?🤔 No? why some effects are visible for the characters and others - not?👁️👄👁️

Hello Janine✨

I see what you screenwriters are trying to do. They really put all 3 books in 1 season, didn't they?

I wonder who's that girl Dimitri is trying to calm down?😑 It might be his sister, but he called her Eloise... We'll find out! I loved Rose's reaction btw, she was like

Wait now... Moroi men can force dhampir women to have sex with them?... I'm so confused man

Yay book book details! Janine smashing Rose's face🤌🏻 I'm just so glad they added mommy issues. VA books were my first experience of reading about them. It was the first time I felt such a special connection with a fictional character, first time I felt I wasn't the only one who had to go through it

Romitri🌝🤤🥵just them breathing next to each other, doing their married couple shit, my parents owe this show btw

CGI dogs... If you have a 15 dollar budget why do you even try?

I'm confused, they changed the queen's name to Marina, but there's a girl named Tatiana, who's she?

I love how they're trying to show that Lissa's becoming a powerful political figure, changing traditional society. But in fact she just said "parties for only cool kids are in past💅🏻 all moroi (not dhampirs ofc) should have a right to smoke together ✊"

Rose/Christian interactions 🙏🏻

Alberta and Mikhael are such great characters, actors did such a good job with them, I smile every time I see them on the screen ✨🌟⭐

EVERYONE SHUT UP ROMITRI DANCE TOGETHER, DIMITRI IS HOLDING HIS WIFE, THEY MAKE EACH OTHER SMILE LIKE IDIOTS AND THEY FEEL SO COMFORTABLE AROUND EACH OTHER WHERE'S MY KNIFE

Okay is that Tatiana girl... Some tv show version of Tasha? And why they changed queen's name to Marina? I'm so confused ugh👁️👄👁️ if it's Tasha then where's her scar? I hardly see such representation... Anywhere... where's the scar

Hello LGBTQ community 😏✨

"You really are a unicorn but unicorns are rare" can someone just erase all their scenes from my mind, I suffer here

Nooo what do you mean they can't be together?!🥺 they talked 4 times and know nothing about each other except Christian parents are strigoi😭how they'll survive such traumatic breakup?!

Oh so there IS a chance we'll see Jill, okay okay. I'm glad, I love this girl💞

I'm glad they added Dimitri/Ivan friendship story. (I'll keep calling him Ivan yep)

Honestly so many things happened in just 1 episode it's insane

This one was better than both 1 and 2 episodes. But still 7/10 and only because I'm in the mood

[hogwartsfirebolt]

WELL IT SAID TO CONTINUE IT AND IN MY DEFENSE I WAS ALREADY WRITING IT BEFORE YOU WROTE THE SECOND PART!!! So I did this!!! It’s a prequel and Harry’s POV though! 😏 so don’t worry.

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The first time it happened was also the night Harry sneaked out of his house for the first time. It was one of the Thursdays his uncle worked out of town, and his aunt took the chance to sleep early, lulled by the crisp October wind, leaving the house empty at half past six.

Harry sat facing his window, a crumpled piece of paper he had found in his locker after practice clutched in his fingers. The edges were jagged, as though it had been ripped off a notebook hastily, but it was carefully folded in half, the handwriting neat. It wasn’t signed, but he knew who had written it.

I know your secret, pretty boy.

Ominous, and had it been anyone else, Harry wouldn’t have given it a second thought, he would have moved past it as soon as he had finished reading the note. As much as everyone at school liked to pretend they knew who he was, the idea of him they had in their mind was wrong. He didn’t care what they thought. But this was Draco Malfoy, and if there was someone capable of finding out, it was him.

Harry only had one big secret, and if Malfoy knew what it was, it was a matter of time before he told every other greaser. And after the greasers, his own people would find out. He couldn’t let that happen.

So he gathered his courage as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of his letterman jacket, letting the bravery of the Hogwarts Lions push him outside the window and guide him through town while dusk fell around him, brushing his shoulders and tousling his hair.

It was a school night, and Malfoy was Malfoy. Harry’s feet guided him towards The Niche. It was too early, the movie wouldn’t be on for another hour, but sure enough, there he was. The parking lot was empty except for him.

Malfoy stood tall, evening sunlight catching on his pale hair and features, sliding off his nose and rolling down his neck, playfully dabbing at him until it disappeared underneath the collar of his black jacket. He was a black and white picture that belonged in another time, a poster showcasing practiced nonchalance, the image of a dangerous man so beautiful people couldn’t help but following him down the path to ruin.

When he saw Harry, his eyes seemed to gleam, and his mouth twisted into a sneer Harry knew very well.

“Look at that. If it isn’t the Lord and Saviour of our school,” Malfoy drawled, a pale hand coming up to his face as he took a drag of his cigarette. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“What do you want, Malfoy? I don’t have time for this. Get on with it.” Harry realised it was the wrong thing to say when thin lips stretched into a smug grin.

“You’ve as well as confirmed it now, pretty boy.”

Harry, horribly, felt his traitorous blood rush towards his face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, don’t you really?” Malfoy stepped forward, closer to him, and Harry took a step back without thinking. The movement made Malfoy laugh. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite. Much.”

Harry felt his breath catch and concealed it. He held the note up. “What are you doing? Why did you send me this?”

“I just thought you should know you’re doing a shit job of hiding it.”

“I’m not hiding anything.” The lie tingled around his tongue and threatened to close up around his throat. Malfoy’s grin widened.

“You’re also a shit liar. You can say whatever you want to your little Lion friends, I know better. I, Potter,” he took another step forward, and another one, and even though the lot was an open space, Harry felt trapped, pinned by the intensity of the grey eyes, “know a thing or two about you.”

“You’re wrong,” Harry said through gritted teeth. Malfoy raised one eyebrow into a perfect, pale arch.

“Have you really not accepted it yet?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Haven’t you?” He pressed.

“And what if I haven’t?” Harry snapped, and he was the one to step forward this time, not really knowing what he wanted to accomplish.

Impossibly, Malfoy’s grin widened. “I could help you figure it out.”

Harry’s body understood the meaning of the words before his head did, and his cheeks were already burning by the time he realised what Malfoy meant. Suddenly, it was clear.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t accepted it, he knew the truth, he knew what he felt around men, knew what he didn’t feel around women. Knew that Malfoy, for better or for worse, had always lit him up from the inside like nobody else. His breath got stuck in his lungs, and he forcibly pushed it out, attempting to regain control of himself.

“What do you mean?” He asked, but it was low, his voice quiet with dull pretense.

Malfoy flicked his cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. “I think you know”

Somehow, they were close. Very, very close. Harry could feel Malfoy’s body even though he wasn’t touching him, heat coming off of him in intoxicating waves. Harry felt it tease his skin, felt it ask for permission, ready to engulf him.

“Why?” He found himself asking.

“I’m happy to help.”

“Why?” Harry pressed, needing the real answer, needing to know if it went both ways, if the fervor of their crusade against each other had always been something else in disguise.

“I’ve never been one to deny myself the things I want if I think I can get them.” A truth, wrapped in carefully crafted indifference. Harry swallowed.

“Does that mean—“

“Yes.”

A beat of silence.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“Yes, Potter, I’m completely stupid.”

“I’m serious, Malfoy. If- if we do this… nobody can know.”

Malfoy took the last step forward, and it brought him so close their foreheads were almost touching. So close, Harry’s eyes lost focus, and his entire world narrowed down to pale skin pale hair black leather.

“Promise me,” Harry whispered, one last attempt at sanity.

“That I won’t tell?”

“Yes.”

“I promise.”

Harry’s fingers closed around the lapels of his jacket and he pulled him in forcefully. Their lips crashed, their teeth crashed, and it hurt but it felt right. Harry’s mouth fit around Malfoy’s, the touch of long fingers on his jaw, his cheeks, his hair, it came like long-awaited relief, like a thunderstorm after years of draught. For a moment, existence became this. The man in front of him, the slide of lips, the warmth of skin.

Malfoy’s hands moved to his shoulders, underneath his clothes, insistent, unrelenting, not stopping until Harry’s jacket fell to the floor. His fingers made their own path to Malfoy’s chest, felt his heart beating hard against Harry’s palm.

“I’m going to give it to you so good,” Malfoy said, and Harry felt it in his lips, his chest, the pit of his stomach, between his legs. “You’ll wonder why you ever tried to deny it.”

Harry already wondered why he had ever tried to deny this, when it was his truth, when Malfoy’s hands around his wrists felt like a sacrament, the revelation he had spent years waiting for as they guided Harry’s hands towards his trousers, encouraged him to unbutton them, push them down, feel his arousal, wrap his fingers around the warmest part of him, marvel at the feel of another man in his palms, his for the taking, to own his pleasure. He couldn’t prevent a growl from escaping his throat.

“Tell me, Potter.”

Harry didn’t tell him. He didn’t think his brain would be capable of forming words. Instead, he grinded against his thigh, showed him what his problem was. Malfoy laughed before taking charge.

Their clothes pooled at their feet, but Harry paid them no mind. He could only focus on the blinding pleasure as Malfoy took him in hand, brought their erections together, stroked them once, twice, and Harry’s vision clouded. He felt as though he had jumped off somewhere high, and the rush of the air against his cheeks brought him alive. He came all over Malfoy’s hand, and Malfoy’s trousers around his thighs.

The whole thing couldn’t have lasted more than a couple minutes.

As the world rearranged itself around Harry, and his surroundings slowly came back to his awareness, he found himself panting against Malfoy’s neck as he brought himself off.

It wasn’t until after he felt Malfoy tremble as he finished, the sun completely vanished from the sky, that he heard the first car in the distance and pulled away to put his trousers back on, not looking away from the man in front of him.

Malfoy looked rumpled, the flush bringing his features to life. He was handsome, but more so than ever when he looked like that. He smiled at Harry and started tucking himself into his pants as well.

Harry had to sit.

After a moment, Malfoy joined him, long legs stretching beside his own, knees brushing between them.

“Well,” he said, attempting to sound aloof, but Harry saw right through it. “That was…”

“Don’t even start.”

Malfoy chuckled. “I was gonna say unexpected.”

“You obviously expected it.”

“Fine. I told you, you’re a shit liar. Not hard to read.”

“Cool.”

“So you’re gay.”

“I guess.”

“And?”

“Nobody can know.”

Malfoy shrugged. “What would I tell anyone for?” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, placed it between his lips and lit it.

Harry leaned into his shoulder, satisfaction setting into his bones. “Blackmail. Torture. Pranks”

“All fun activities. Not as fun as what we just did. I’m not gonna ruin that for myself, Potter, I’m no idiot.”

Harry hummed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up.”

Harry laughed and stretched out his legs in front of him. Darkness had almost taken over the entire sky, and all around him, little lights turned on and off, on and off. He had always loved fireflies.

“What movie’s on tonight?”

“Shakespeare in Love.”

“Nice. You got any snacks?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Only myself. What you see is what you get.”

“Maybe later, then?” Harry asked, feeling bold.

Malfoy looked ahead, at the still black wall where the movie would be projected. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, though Harry had to give it to him that he was doing a spectacular job of pushing it down.

“We’ll see if you get lucky.”

Tomorrow, they would have school, and their people to go back to. But for now, Harry let himself close his eyes and feel, for the first time in his life, certain of a part of himself that he had always left hanging.

He thought he wouldn’t mind revisiting that feeling.

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*waves hands around* Ta da

But... But... Shouldn't it be greaser Harry and Soc Draco?

I mean in a sense, yeah it could be but in my personal opinion I prefer the other way around. I mean I get it; preppy rich boy soc!draco. We all saw that coming, but bro what about bad boy (still rich and snobby) greaser!draco with his gang of cronies fucking shit up, taking names and breaking rules and doing what ever he wants until he spots a pack of soc’s and that’s where he meets the famous harry j potter who’s the school’s team captain for soccer (if it’s non-magical au) bi-legend, and just a cute awkward teenage dork. Listen Instant rivalry. it was like sexual tension at first sight.

But anyways, any Drarry greaser au is good Drarry. I just prefer this version better also here’s a little inspired greaser comic thing I’ll probably never finish: