#(lion women teaming....i love)

[mmoneystones]

"Lady Citrinne!" Lachesis greets, an air of cheer to her voice. "How magnificent to see you here."

Though they had only known each other a short while, Lachesis felt a kinship of sorts with Citrinne. Perhaps this was a lady she could trust. It pleased her to see the blonde tonight. The lioness allowed herself to smile wide.

"Though you may be long tired of drink, please, let us take another sip of champagne together," Lachesis tells her. "I feel that we can become good friends." The princess rests a hand on Citrinne's arm. "Let us enjoy the evening together."

"Oh, Lady Lachesis!" Citrinne returns Lachesis' good cheer with her own, a small smile already forming on the Brodian's lips. "There is no surprise in seeing a woman such as yourself tonight, yet your dress...it is simply splendid!"

Though Lachesis' hair is darker and fiercer than her own, Citrinne has no fear while addressing her fellow noblewoman. They have only spoken once in the past, but Citrinne already has early faith in the fellow blonde as well. Even if not as a strong ally on the battlefield, at least as a friend who can hold similar taste in partying etiquette.

"Please, this is only my first drink of the night," Citrinne holds forward the champagne glass from her first toast with Lapis. It is nearly past halfway done, though she has been finding trouble finishing off the dry liquid. But with a last-second comrade...perhaps she can endure the taste for only a bit longer. "Let us drink for a lovely friendship!"

Citrinne clinks their glasses together and tries for a longer sip than her previous ones. Just enough drink makes it through for a respectable sip, while not being enough for her to awkwardly gag. She watches as Lachesis takes her own sip, wondering if the woman has more regard for the beverage from possible longer experience.

The younger blonde instinctually places her hand atop Lachesis' from the arm that is being rested on. That wouldn't be too strange, right? No. They are two beautiful, mighty women, uniting to take on this likewise mighty gala together!

"I would love to enjoy this together. And to make this evening a truly wonderful one."

[saintslewis]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: tattoo artist!lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: in which reader needs a good tattoo artist to help her vision come to life and lewis, a mutual friend, is recommended and is more than happy to help you out.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, mentions of tattoo needles, mentions of w33d, smut (18+ mdni), pet names, just read 🫵🏽 (buckle in, frens) sorry for typos!

saint’s team radio 🎀: heyyyy! this spawned in my mind in the middle of the night and my super talented fren @mauvecherie-writes came up with this masterpiece. hope you all enjoy 🤭. (anon i hope this does your request justice!)

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pls note, the lady in the header does not represent the reader! 🫶🏽

“You’ve been sitting there thinking so hard, I could see steam comin’ out your head.” Marie laughed as she walked close to you with two mimosas in her hand, handing one to you. The get-together she occasionally hosts with all of your mutual friends was in full swing, everyone in different corners of the huge house.

Giving her an eye roll, you sipped on the drink before answering. “Girl, fuck you.” You cussed, hearing her laugh. Following close behind her was another one of your friends, Lani. Her kitten heels clacked against the tiled floor as she sat next to you on the light blue couch.

“What’s going on, what’s the tea?” She sipped on her drink and held onto it and she looked at you. “Well my lovely friends, I’ve been thinking about getting a back tattoo for a good minute now.” You replied, leaning back into your seat as your friends gasped with excitement.

Marie held your manicured hand in excitement, “Girl oh my god, it’s going to look so good on you!”. Lani then put her drink down then sat up to look at you properly. “What you gonna get? How big?” She asked.

“A red dragon maybe. Covering the whole thing, It’s been on my mind.” You answered, looking between your excited friends. “Anddd you’re wearing a backless dress right now! Y/n, you better get this damn tattoo.” Marie said, still very much holding onto your hand.

“Anddd it’s going to look great during backshots.” Lani smiled and that earned her a smack on her arm from you.

“Stop thinkin nasty. I just want it because I think it’ll look good with all those backless clothes I got.” You admitted although the thought of it made your skin a little warm. “So what’s stopping you from getting it, bae? ‘Cause I’m excited like I’m getting it.” Marie gushed. “Can’t find a good artist around here who caters red ink for black people.” You shrugged.

It was tough trying to find tattoo artists in your city, much less those who work well with red ink. Most were extremely pricey, others worked with complicated pieces and only wanted pieces like portraits or lions or they just left you on read after attempting to make an appointment.

A moment passed by and Lani smacked your leg repeatedly as she came to a realisation. The look of unspoken excitement travelled between your friends and soon enough, you knew they were plotting something.

“Y/n, oh my goodness you genius!” Marie exclaimed and that made your eyebrows furrow even more with confusion.

“Okay, I am very confused by what is happening so I’m just going to grab another snack.” You voiced out and you couldn’t even move because both women held you down as they smiled like maniacs.

Lani nodded first then turned her head to look at you. “Okay okay. Y/n, we’ve got the perfect artist for you. D’you remember Lewis?” She grinned and you tried to think about it fully.

Lewis, Lewis…oh god, that Lewis. The incredibly beautiful man you met through your clearly unhinged friends at a housewarming party two years ago. He was that type of distant crush that would never go away even if you tried and it didn’t help that he was the quiet type who would hang out with your large friend group every now and then.

“…uh huh. What about him?” You replied, hoping that no one heard your voice almost falter at the mention of him. “He’s a tattoo artist! I don’t know how I forgot but that man just keeps to himself for real.” Lani chuckled before continuing. “But yeah anyways, he could do it for you!”

Never in a million years would you think that he would be a tattoo artist and funnily enough, his arm is filled with them. You actually had no clue what he did, always curious whenever you saw the G Wagon that he would hop into after any get-together was over.

“I don’t know, you guys. I’d have to talk to him first about everything and that seems like a lot. I don’t wanna bother the guy to squeeze in someone who has no clue what they’re doing-” You stopped your ramble once you realised that your friends were just staring at you.

“Girl, you never ramble like that unless you find a dude cute.” Marie teased as she watched you avoid eye contact with her. Smacking your lips, you shook your head and tried to appear like this news didn’t phase you.

So focused on the subject at hand, you didn’t notice that Lani was gone. Finally hearing the familiar clack of her heels, you looked up and your breath hitched. You had just denied even thinking about him but there stood Lewis, quietly chewing on his gum with a glint in his eyes as he looked at you.

With your hand still in Marie’s hold, she squeezed it as she stood up and moved to stand next to Lani. “Lewis, you remember Y/n, right? An absolute beaut.” Lani started. “Anywho, my good sis wants a tattoo and obviously, you came to my mind. Aight, see y’all later.” She continued and just like that, her and Marie disappeared.

“I’m sorry for them, they can get a lil crazy.” You spoke, offering your hand to him and he gently shook your hand with both of his large ones. “They’ve also had some green gummies so I get it.” He smiled and that alone, just sent you to another dimension.

He’s British. You made sure to make little notes along the way.

And he dressed incredibly well. Sleeveless white shirt, white cargos, air force ones and his huge tattooed arms on display. The jewellery making the outfit look all the more good.

It also didn’t help that your dress was the same shade of white as his entire outfit.

“Although we’ve briefly met before, I’m Lewis. Nice seeing you again.” He introduced himself, not breaking any eye contact with you and he could tell you weren’t expecting to see him. “Y/n. I’m sure those two already told you why they dragged you here,” You nervously smiled. “Didn’t wanna waste your time with my questions.”

“You’re good, love. Wanna sit down and talk about it?” Lewis asked, pointing to the couch you were just sitting on. This area of the house wasn’t crowded so you could hear each other clearly.

The nickname he called you by threw you into a loop, nodding at him as a response because you couldn’t come up with one on the spot.

The two of you went on to speak on everything revolving around the tattoo. Your experiences trying to find a good enough artist that you wanted to feel comfortable with, the placement of it and the design. There were all types of jokes thrown into the conversation, making you feel comfortable. He also listened, nodding and replying after you spoke.

“So I’ve got two options if I decide to chicken out of the dragon one.” You said, twiddling your fingers as you still avoided eye contact with Lewis. “Alright even though my favourite would have to be the dragon.” He winked, chewing his gum.

You flushed hearing him say that. You couldn’t imagine being naked in front of him, letting your body be a canvas he gets to work on. Of course you would like to be naked in another way but that couldn’t happen. He definitely has to have someone in his life. Would he though if he just winked at you? Or was he just playing with you because he can sense you’re shy-

“Y/n, love, you still with me?” Lewis worried a tad bit as he watched you zone out on him. Shaking yourself out of it, you were grounded by his eyes boring into yours. Clearing your throat slightly, you asked a different question. “Uh if I do go ahead with it, where will we be?”

“Right now, my studio is under renovations so I’ve got my home studio. Hope that’s okay with you, anything to help you be comfortable.” He reassured, sitting back and the sight of him just sitting so confidently had you squirming in your seat, having to cross your legs.

“That’s fine,” your voice reaching an octave higher than normal. “What was the other design, sweetie? Haven’t done a tattoo on a client in a while so I’m grateful that I’ll be the one who gets to work on this.” Lewis mentioned, watching you lose your train of thought everytime you two locked eyes and he found it quite endearing.

“…A lower back tattoo, preferably a word or a heart.” You muttered, Lani’s words running through your mind. Stop, you can’t think about that right now. “That’s a nice one.” He commented, tilting his head and admired your shyness.

Ever since he laid his eyes on you, Lewis had made it his mission to find a way to get with you. He was in awe everytime you would show at one of the many games nights or celebrations, looking effortlessly beautiful yet timid as well. He hadn’t known if you were single until a mutual friend mentioned you and blind dates in the same sentence.

Lewis thanked the universe for giving him the chance to do his favourite thing with the woman he had fancied.

After a bit more conversation, you had managed to get his number and bid goodbye to him, a very warm hug from him to you, and you hurried to your car to take several deep breaths afterwards. After not being intimate with anyone for a long while, you were embarrassed that a single conversation left you in a puddle with an all too familiar feeling in your stomach.

Consoling yourself whilst driving, you grew excited for the week ahead for the tattoo, of course.

-

Darting your eyes between your phone and the house you were currently parked outside of, you felt confused although your gps led you to the correct address.

“Sis c’mon, he wore a cartier bracelet like it was nothing.” You joked to yourself, trying to keep yourself at ease with the fact that your entire back will be filled with ink very soon.

Clearly the camera right by the gate was able to see you and the gate opened up for you. Finally parking next to the car you were familiar with, you fixed up your outfit. You tried walking to the front door with an excruciatingly slow pace to try and calm your nerves but as soon as Lewis opened the door, that all went out the window. His gaze was piercing as he leaned on the door frame, watching you twiddle with your nails and walk over to him with the same shy energy you held the other day.

“You can’t be lookin at people like that, Lewis.” You spoke with a slight smile, being welcomed into his large home. “Like how, Y/n?” He smiled as he closed the front door behind him, admiring every inch of your body.

“Like you wanna eat me alive.” You chuckled, choosing to not feel his glare on you after you said that. He chuckled as well, deciding to not comment and wanting you to be comfortable first.

“Anything you need before we start, love? You seem nervous.” Lewis asked, placing his hand on your back and lead you towards his home tattoo studio. An incredibly large room with decor that screamed Architectural Digest, the tattoo chair stitched with his initials ‘LH’ and a candle was lit, a ocean-like scent wafting through the air. You had told him that you liked that candle scent all those days ago and the fact that he remembered made you blush.

Low rnb music was playing and a calm atmosphere washed over you as soon as you entered the room.

“It’s my first big tattoo, of course i’m nervous about it.” You replied with a sigh, plopping down on the soft couch and placed your phone on the record player stand.

Playing with the band of your shorts, you knew he was looking at you from the doorway. “Also it’s a lil silly but I don’t even know if this shit will look good on me, y’know? I wanted this but i guess it’s just the nerves.” You continued.

Not even hearing him move from his spot, you lifted your head to see him crouched down in front of you. His tattooed hands landed on your thighs without breaking eye contact with you. “Can I tell you what I think?” He asked. All you could do was nod. He hadn’t touched you in the way you wanted but in an instant, you could feel a puddle forming.

“On you, it will be the best piece I’ve done because it was made to sit on your body. A canvas that people will get to admire, a canvas that you’ve given me the honour to work on.” He continued, hands barely moving from your legs.

Taking a breath, you finally got the strength to respond to what he said. “Are you always this poetic to your clients?” You tried to joke but his eyes were glued to yours, the same way he looked at you at the housewarming.

“It took me a while to garner the confidence to talk to you, to just be in your presence. Every time I had the luck to see you, I would cherish it because we wouldn’t be in the same room all the time. I want the time we have here to be meaningful. And before you make that adorable timid face, yes, I have always found you attractive.” He spoke and you were just speechless.

“Are you serious?” You managed to speak, your voice becoming softer the more you accepted everything he was saying.

“Would you like me to show you how serious I am about you?” Lewis shifted his legs so that he could kneel in front of you. You could see the truth in his eyes as he spoke, darting between your eyes and lips.

You whimpered and you couldn’t control it, his hold on you was so strong.

“I need your words, princess.”

“Please. Please show me, Lewis.” You whined out.

That was all it took for him to begin to reach for the band of your shorts but you put your hands on his to stop. His eyebrows furrowed and before he spoke, you went for it. “Kiss me.” You breathed out. Lewis stood to his full height then sat on the couch next to you, pulling you onto his lap.

You made the first move and leaned in, your lips moving together in sync as he kissed you passionately. His hand held the back of your neck, bringing even closer while his other hand trailed down your arched back.

Your whimpers echoed throughout his home studio as he pulled away from the kiss, watching you try and grind to get some sort of pleasure in. Gently putting his hands on your waist, he guided you and you gasped as you felt his length, long and hard. Just waiting for you.

It felt unbearable, a knot in your stomach needed to be released and you threw you head back, just wanting to wash over the arousal. Lewis watched how you pleasured yourself on him, your denim clothes restricting the both of you from connecting skin to skin. “You enjoying yourself, darling?” He licked his lips, looking up at you with dark eyes clouded with lust.

You wanted to respond, desperately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. The warmth from the two of you became stronger, him leaning up to begin peppering kisses on your necks and not wanting to create any marks just yet. “..Yes.” You managed to breathe out and you loved the feeling of his large hands roaming around your body, not able to get enough of you.

Lewis held your hips firmly, halting your movement and that made you want to cry out of not getting a release. “Lewis, please.” You whined and he chuckled against your neck. “Take your clothes off and lie down, princess.” He said, looking at your cute angry face with a slight pout evident.

Instead of doing what he said, you just looked at him in the eyes clearly wanting to start a challenge. However, he knew his gaze made you weak. It was one of his many charms. All he had to do was slightly tilt his head and it had you standing up and slowly taking your clothes off, him following suit. You oggled at him, his tattoos gracefully placed on his skin making your mouth water.

With you laid down on the couch, he crawled up your body and crashed his lips into yours. He held your neck so gently as he kissed your jawline then your neck all the way down to where you needed him the most. Lewis laid between your legs to admire your clothed core, giving praise to your thighs and ass as he planted a kiss on your inner thighs.

“Oh shit…” you gasped as he started licking all around your clit until he planted his mouth on it, your moans bouncing off the walls as Lewis devoured you like you were his dinner. Sticking his tongue in and fucking you with it was really the cherry on top, your hand flying to his head to keep it in place and you ground into his face.

Screaming as he entered two fingers in your pussy, you felt a tear slide down at the immense pleasure he was giving you. It had been a very long time since someone had gone down on you but never had you orgasmed from head before. Until now.

Lewis licked you clean as he climbed up and kissed you so that you could taste yourself. You could tell he wanted to say something but you reached your hand to palm him through his pants, watching the different expressions on his face. Slapping the side of your thigh, he held your face.

“Bend over for me, princess.” With a smile on his face and you knew you were going to be here a while.

-

The buzzing of the tattoo gun sounded out through the room, Lewis wiped the dripping ink from his canvas. He was doing the last bit of work to fully complete his piece on you, the ink contrasting beautifully with your skin.

Finally switching it off and clearing his station to prepare for the clean up and to place the plastic cover on, he lightly smacked your ass to wake you up. “Darling, we’re finally done.” Lewis softly said, already focused on the clean up.

You hummed, “That’s amazing, baby. Thank you.” You spoke all drowsy from the nap you took earlier and the buzzing feeling of your body even after the tattooing gun isn’t touching your skin. Not to mention the sativa joint you smoked together before the final session.

You and Lewis kept this arrangement going, him saying that once he finished his artwork on your back, he’d take you on a date to wherever you want to go and you agreed. The mutual crush you had on each other transcended to a different level, becoming almost domestic every moment you spent together.

“Can I see it?” You asked, rising up from the chair and you looked at him while batting your eyelashes. “Of course you can, princess.” Lewis leaned down to peck your lips then led you to the mirror. You gasped when you saw your dream tattoo, sitting perfectly on your back and your mind was running wild with thoughts already.

“The backshots with this tattoo are going to be amazing.” You giggled and he just rolled his eyes. “Okay that’s enough weed for you, baby.” Lewis chuckled then lightly tapped your ass.

“You were thinking it though!”

saint’s notes 🪩: mind you this has been sitting here since feb 🧍🏽‍♀️. this is dedicated to @mauvecherie-writes , thank you for your patience fren 🤭 and yes the monaco fit made me go feral.

[bunny-1111]

Okay like I legit reread your headcanons every few days because it’s feeding my delusions!

Could you please maybe do an extended bit about protective Theo and the “it’s okay I can fight” and him holding your drinks in particular, like at a party or something?

Thank you for your incredible writing, we are truly blessed xoxoxo

omg my baby, you make my heart whole <3

Of course, I can. Protective Theo is crazy. I love him.

Thought I'd break the request up into two parts, the first the 'i can fight' and then the second part (coming quickly) for the holding your drinks. I hope you enjoy <3

theonott x femreader

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When it came to Slytherin, there was only one group, the house as a whole, trusted to run a party and that was Mattheo, Lorenzo, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Theodore and you.

So much work had gone into planning the first party of the school year, and it was the first time you'd felt grown up.

Such a jump from the year prior. Yes, you're the same you, but your mind and body have changed.

You were becoming into a women, and it was a sight to see.

There was one person who loved the new, adulting, you, more than anyone, your boyfriend, Theodore. He made an exhausting effort to show everybody that you were his.

As you and your friends sat upon the cold leather of the common room couches, ideas dripped off your tongues: how much alcohol you could provide, how to keep teachers out, and how to make sure the Gryffindors kept their little lion paws out of your way.

With a plan in hand and a definitive decision to get fucked up, the party was just two sleep away.

Adrenaline ready to shoot out of your veins, how could you even get through classes knowing you were one day closer to a party.

Now, it was the afternoon of, and yet everything still depended on one thing: Slytherin winning the first Quittich game of the season. If they lost, the snakes would crawl back into their dorms silent, but if they won, they wouldn't forget it, celebrating until dawn.

Finding your place on the table of the great hall, you watched your friends faces closely. Draco, a snitch in hand, practising his reflexes. Blaise, eating for his strength, Mattheo and Theodore, reworking the team's format, and Lorenzo stretching his arms. So much was riding on them getting this game right, they had so much to lose.

"How about, if we win, I get to take your girlfriend out to Hogsmeade, Nott?" laughed Fred, breaking Theos eyes off the paper in front of him

"How about you shut the fuck up and go home to your haystack, Weasley", hissed Theodore,

"Just suggesting" Fred continued walking away

"Watch your ass on the field today. The only sea of red your Gryffindors will be seeing is gonna be your fucking blood on my bludger," Theo called out calmly

"Leave it Teddy" you muttered, hands linking beneath the table

"Let it go. He's just trying to get in all your heads, alright, seriously Theodore, your face is so red with anger its almost the same shade as Weasleys hair" Pansy laugh

"Shove off Pans" said Theo as he threw his head back, letting out a small huff, the games just an hour away, the party, hopefully hours away also.

Sitting in the stands next to Pansy, surrounded by your whole house, didn't help your nerves. The teams flew out with such speed that it almost made you smile.

The game presented as they usually do, intense, when Draco finally caught the snitch, you shit up and the crowd sang with victory.

Thank merlin, you sighed.

You waited patiently outside the boys change rooms, when they all strut out, smiles beaming, you run to Theo

"You did so good!" you exclaim as he picks you up, kissing your cheek

"Cause I had my lucky charm in the crowd" he says

"Lets fucking go!" you hear Enzo yell running down the hallway

"Parties on?" you ask "Parties so on baby" he confirmed as he draped a heavy arm around you

"I invited all the houses" he confesses

"Even Gryiffindor?" you ask suprised

"Oh yeah, let them eat the loss" he grins

"You're evil, even Weasley, after what he said before?" you laugh

"You have no idea. I invited him personally" he chuckles before stopping you, his hand creeping behind your neck

"Now, you wear whatever you want tonight; I can fight," he says, his dead eyes staring right into yours. Then he presses a kiss to your forehead and sends you off.

You knew what that meant, he would be looking for trouble, one person slipped up, and Theo would show everyone he means what he says.

It was exhilarating, and he was possessively intoxicating.

Author note: not reread or edited.

As usual reblogs, like and comments really help me <3

LOVE Y'ALLLLL

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Calling Your Name - No Love Lost Bonus Chapter

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Author's Note: This one’s very sad, and very horny. I’m pregaming for Chapter 21. Title from I Don't Want to Live Forever by Taylor Swift and Zayn Malik.

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary/Warnings: Ben's first birthday awake isn't great. Takes place in Chapter 19. Usual warnings, with extra emphasis on smut.

Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, angst, smut

The last birthday Ben had celebrated was his 68th. Big fucking party, with lions and champagne, where women who Ben couldn’t remember the names of had thrown themselves at him, and men he’d never met in his life had congratulated him on turing 27.

It had been his eighteenth 27th birthday party. In another twelve years, he'd be 28. 

The event had cost a small fortune. Likely the GDP of one of those tiny fucking European countries that had been forming as the Soviet Union fell apart. Vought had rented him a castle—Ben hadn’t even known America had castles—and flown thousands of people Ben didn’t like out to celebrate.

Today he was 106, and alone in a haunted apartment as Her voice in his head called him old.

Did you take your meds this morning, grandpa?

No. Mallory still won’t just fucking give me drugs.

He could picture Her teasing pout. Woe is you, Pretty Boy. 106 and nobody to buy you cocaine.

He sighed into the empty room, and a small part of him still hoped she’d just appear. She’d walk out of the bedroom door or in from the hall, and she'd throw herself into Ben’s arms. She'd call him a grumpy cunt, and he’d get to kiss Her until she moaned and pleaded, and tell her he loved her. Maybe she’d get on her knees, or let Ben fuck her right here on the sofa. She’d smile at him. She taunt him and ask if Social Security had an expiration date, but she’d be smiling at Ben the whole time so he’d just scoff and let her.

She hadn’t told Ben her own birthday. He’d asked, once, all the way back in the safe housem, and She’d laughed. Told him she stopped celebrating her birthday when Homelander kidnapped her. 

“It loses the magic, Pretty Boy.” Her voice had been amused and bored, but there had been something hollow in Her eyes. “Being legally dead makes birthdays seem kind of pointless.”

He’d dropped it then. Now he wished he hadn’t. Ben wanted to know so that he could be a pain in everyone’s ass about it. He’d make them throw a party, and someone would provide a cake—homemade, chocolate, with a disgusting amount of frosting and ice cream just in case She hated cake—and everyone would sing that stupid birthday song in a voice worse than Hers until She felt loved. 

He’d make sure she felt loved. Ben would buy her a gift—he wasn’t sure what, but he’d figure it out—and it would make her feel seen. Then he’d stand silently behind Her while everyone celebrated how fucking perfect she was, and cut the cake so he could make sure she got the largest piece. 

Then he’d fuck Her. He’d carry her home, into this same apartment, and up the stairs into the bed so he could fuck Her. Romantically. If Ben got to do this, it would have to be romantic. In this perfect world he was creating for himself, they’d been fucking for a while now and he’d already told Her he loved her, so he’d know all the things she likes in bed, and which of them made Her come apart the fastest. Ben would be able to use that knowledge to throughly wreck Her—turn her into a sweaty, moaning work of art below him—and remind her that he loved Her the whole time.

That was what he wanted for his birthday. Her, home, in Ben’s arms so he could fuck her and tell her he loved her. So he could get some proper fucking rest tonight, and wake up with Her at his side. So everything could finally be good again.

He didn’t have a cake. He hadn’t told anyone it was his birthday, because it didn’t really fucking feel important. They had work to do, and no one on the team was going to jump out of their chair to celebrate one of Ben’s infinite birthdays. So he grabbed a candle from the cabinet—Balsam and Cedar, Her surprisingly aggressive purchase—went to light it, and realized they didn’t actually own a lighter. She was a walking lighter, so neither of them had bothered to purchase one.

It was almost midnight. This dogshit fucking day—where he’d eaten dinner with the team and combed through Vought records and tried not to think about how She was here, wasn’t home—had been the same as yesterday. Would be the same as tomorrow. All the days would be the fucking same, numb, thoughtless shit until She was home.

She’d tell Ben her birthday when she got home. He’d figure out a way to get Her to tell him. He wouldn’t be able to trick it out of her the way she was always somehow getting Ben to say what she wanted him to. If he asked, she’d ignore him or tell him to shut the fuck up.

He could fuck it out of Her. That was the only field between them where Ben seemed to have the slightest advantage. She wasn’t as fucking excellent at hiding how much she wanted Ben as he was at hiding how much he wanted Her. But he had months of practice. Weeks and weeks in the safe house of fucking his hand to the thought of Her without her catching on. And every time Ben had touched her she’d whimpered his name and fallen apart and fucking begged, so that’s how he’d figure out Her birthday. He’d make her cum on his face once—just because he wanted to—then he’d fuck Her into the mattress until Her perfect, insane, brilliant fucking brain was empty and she was molding into Ben’s body.

He’d lean down, lips against Her ears, and hiss the question.

“When’s your birthday.”

She wouldn’t answer immediately. She’d just moan and stare at him with lust-blown, pretty eyes. So Ben would pull all the way out of Her until she whined, and slam back in hard enough to break the bed before asking again.

“Tell me your birthday, beautiful, or you don’t get to fucking cum.”

It would be a bluff. She was a goddamn force of nature when she came, and Ben wasn’t strong enough to deprive himself of watching Her lips part and head throw back, feel Her back arch off the bed and her cunt squeeze around his cock like it had before on his fingers, hear Her scream his name. Maybe She’d squirt. Ben had felt how fucking wet she could get, maybe if he fucked her right, She’d squirt.

And She’d call the bluff. Even in the haze of Ben’s  body over hers, between moans and begs, she’d call him on his shit.

“Fuck,” she whimpered when he repeated that same move again. “Fuck you, Ben-“

“Birthday.”

It would take a while, likely several minutes of that exact dance, but he’d get it. Ben would lean down to Her mouth and kiss Her, sloppy and deep, fucking her faster, and tell Her he loved her. 

Then She'd tell him, and cum.

This was a foolproof fucking plan. Ben was a goddamn genius.

Maybe I don’t have a birthday, Benjamin. Have you considered that?

Everyone has a fucking birthday.

Well, what’s yours?

Ben frowned into the air. She was a figment of his imagination, she should know his birthday. Today.

Oh. The room was silent for a second. I forgot, I guess. Sorry. 

Don’t apologize. If you want to do something for me, come home.

It wasn’t really worth saying. This wasn’t Her, and even if it said, of course, Pretty Boy. For your birthday. The real her would still be across the river at Vought tower. And Ben had to be okay with that.

I want to. You know I want to, but I can’t. I miss you and love you, Ben, more than anything, but I can’t come home.

He sighed. I miss you and love you too.

Stop saying that-

Shut the fuck up. If you’re allowed to say you love me, I can say it back.

But-

No. It’s my birthday, no telling me I can’t say that I love you on my birthday.

Silence, then okay. For your birthday. Old man.

I love you, brat.

I love you too, Benjamin. Happy birthday.

End Note: I made Ben a Taurus, and I stand by that.

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[vase-of-lilies]

❀ Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader (F) x Dark!Natasha Romanoff

❀ Warnings: Mentions of established kidnapping, faking of death, not much smut but small mentions of it, mentions of NON-CON and DUB-CON, MDLG, dark content that is not suitable for minors, forced age regression (if there are some that I missed, please let me know!!)

❀ A/N: Welcome back to the tiny verse everyone! This is the main story of how these other stories are slightly connected. This will be short and straight to the point so not really a story just some main points! This has spoilers to ALL of the fics mentioned! I recommend reading it in this order: Ours For The Taking, Their Little One, Mommy Knows Best, Into the Tiny-verse (this one:) ), His Sisters Keepers, And then any drabbles or stories after that:)

It was well-known information that Natasha could not have a baby. The horrors of the red room she had to endure were to blame. Wanda could, but she didn't want any children. All she wanted was to take care of someone. You. However, Bucky was a very overprotective brother and kept you away from the two women with everything he had. He thought they were dangerous.

During a mission, it was time for the two women to take you away from Bucky for good, making sure that you were truly theirs. And you were Theirs For The Taking. They made you feel so good, making sure you came with ease and teased you and touched you. You were afraid, and sadly you broke just as easily. They were grateful that all of those exhausting orgasms chased all the thoughts of escape out of your mind. Getting settled in with Nat and Wanda, they were discussing that they did want a child, and they knew that your inner child was just waiting to come out. It was something you missed out on after getting hurt with Steve and Bucky.

So, they forced their way into your mind to fish out what little girl they wanted to find. They made you Their Little One and kept you safe in the cabin that you all lived in, in the woods. When Bucky went to Wakanda to fight with Steve, Wanda, and Nat stayed behind with you, making sure you were taken care of. Wanda, being your main source of milk and more Mommy!dom type care, was your "Mommy" and Nat was your "Mama."

Something the three of you figured out was that really only three words pushed you to your tipping point; your Tiny Space. And those three words? Mommy Knows Best. Tiny space is where you have become completely dependent on your mommies. Needing to be carried everywhere, they trained you to put you in diapers when you are in that space, they even make sure that you have all your stuffies in your crib with you at a time. They truly love you and you love them. But now all that's left is making sure the team falls in love with little you, making sure that they love you like your mommies do.

Showing Bucky the real you... That was their biggest fear, showing you to Bucky after they faked your death and took you to make you their own. He knew something and thinks he knows His Sisters Keepers. Now living in their cabin they made just for you, they went to work, you stayed home and colored, played with your stuffies, and napped while they were gone. They would call you, make sure you were okay, and once they were back home it was snuggle time! This was your favorite time of day because this was when you were able to fall asleep the most comfortably.

After drinking some of your mommy Wanda's milk from your favorite pink baby bottle, you were out like a light holding onto Nat's hand. When Nat needs to go get your diaper changed, she brings your toy lion to you, helping you snuggle with it while she pulls your footie pajamas over your diaper-clad bottom. Still slightly asleep from the sedative they put in the bottle with your milk, little whines pour from your mouth. Wanda is quick to soothe you as she carries you with her to her bedroom, laying you down on her bed as she starts to get ready for bed as well.

All this time, they just needed someone to take care of, love, and adore. They were so damn lucky to have found you, and they wouldn't know what to do without you. But they don't have to find out any time soon. And you won't ever find out what it's like to live without them either.

[fruitcoops]

Hey, sorry, I'm so new to all of this. I'm so hopelessly in love with the Cubs and Coops and gosh, just the whole Sweater Weather/Vaincre/Coast to Coast world. And I've been reading some of your fics and in some of the recent ones I saw "PWHL Lions". What… what exactly is that? I couldn't figure it out (though that could also be because I'm sleep deprived) but yeah. So… could you explain? Thank you!

!!!! I’m SO GLAD you asked!!! The PWHL is the brand new professional women’s hockey league, the way the NHL is the pro men’s league. They have six teams currently and started last year, and I love them dearly. So much excellent hockey. So much excitement. So many wlw players who are out and proud.

If I put “PWHL [Lions/ players/ ships]” in a title, that’s basically me saying “this is an AU where they’re all women and still play pro hockey for one of the current six teams”.

[taasgirl]

Can you write something about reader being trent alexander-arnold’s girlfriend and her also being a player for englands womens team? Xx

player / trent alexander arnold

omg i'm so sorry this took so long, i was on a school grind

summary: trent and y/n are in a relationship, with the two of them being professional ballers.

liked by trentarnold66, arsenal, lottewubbenmoy, and 26, 883 others ynusername North London Forever ❤️🤍

katiemccabe Fav gooner x

bukayosaka Looking fresh y/n

trentarnold66 cutie

user53023 I LOVE THEM

liked by user78492, user99384, user66381, and 452 others user54384 i think we as a society moved on too quickly from this interview

user88402 now if y/n and trent weren't a couple...

trentarnold66 Watch what you say missy

user60827 HAHAHAHAH HE'S GOLD

trentarnold66 i think they're sitting too close

liked by lionesses, jackgrealish, masonmount, and 752, 832 others england Who's ready for our upcoming games? Your Three Lions take on Australia tomorrow night!

ynusername omg trent sort out the hair mate

tyronemings Hate to agree with her but @ trentarnold66 you're in need of a fix up

user65183 Is bukayo keeping it 🍋 ?

liked by alessiarusso, ellatoone, jackgrelish, and 10, 348 others ynprivate this could be me but @ trentarnold66 is really shit at football

trentarnold66 and who lost a world cup final?

trentarnold66 also pls dont distract me before a match xx

ynprivate don't act like you get game time...

user68304 I'M DYING WHY ARE THEY SUCH A SILLY COUPLE

maryearps I guess we'll just have to win one so he can be a wag

liked by johnstones, bukayosaka, ynusername, and 222, 730 others trentarnold66 A big game and a big win. Onto the next 💪

jackgrealish Fav scouser

ynusername stop looking so hot when you play.

user69203 prime trent incoming

liked by liawaelti, lucybronze, jackgrealish, and 326, 837 others ynusername trent is my valentine ❤️

trentarnold66 awwww kys.

trentarnold66 Keep your top on

ynusername not what you said last night mate

bukayosaka oh my days trent...

liked by user67394, user99302, user52734, and 213 others username44291 y/n at the euros is gonna do it for me every. single. time.

trentarnold66 She's so beautiful

user52931 careful trent, i might take your girl omg

liked by bukayosaka, katiemccabe, liawaelti, and 632, 837 others arsenal Staples to our club, Gooners through and through.

trentarnold66 y/n to liverpool @ fabrizioromano?

fabrizioromano Not happening Trent.

bukayosaka ❤️🤍

liked by trentarnold66, jackgrealish, maryearps1, and 11, 218 others ynprivate OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD. i'm so in love with this man it's insane

user35701 those arms - what if i squirt

trentarnold66 oh! thats not...

jackgrealish trent the cutie awwww

view trentarnold66's story...

liked by caitlinfoord, lewismiller, dominikszoboslai, and 32, 874 others ynprivate every hot couple has a cheap copy

romeobeckham this is gold

trentarnold66 I am in no way affiliated with this statement

ynprivate you told me to post it

trentarnold66 That's a shocking photo of us two

liked by samkerr1, declanrice, lucybronze, and 211, 703 others arsenal Rate this duo 1-10

user51938 1000000

declanrice Solid 4/10

ynusername can u stfu

trentarnold66 hahahhaha pls delete this.

liked by ynusername, jordannobbs, maryfowler, and 376, 975 others trentarnold66 Happy Birthday to the most unbelievably beautiful woman I've ever met. You're my world, my absolute everything; and I know I'd be nowhere if I didn't have you nagging me for the past decade. You're so so strong, and so incredible. I truly have no idea of what I've done to deserve you.

To more memories, trophies, and hopefully some much smaller football boots.

I love you Y/N.

bukayosaka Happy Birthday Y/N!

ynusername this may just be the most beautiful thing i've ever read

lucybronze no sorry trent. no babies for a while please

keirawalsh I second this

ynusername no babies for a loooooong time

hehe thank you for reading, send me more submissions of what/who you wanna see, i'm open to everyone (even women ballers!!).

[jesterjaxx]

Halloween AU lore dump!!!

❗️WARNING❗️

so much infodumping world buidling and headcannons

DJ- Robot

Originally built to be a robo cop type deal. But when given free will refused to hurt anyone and got scrapped

Was found and repurposed by "Momma" to be a son

Really fuckin loves animals. Nature in general but mostly animals.

They get spooked by him a lot though

Hes kinda sad about this but gets it.

Momma is a scraper/engineer and outfitted him with everything a "good human boy" would need, like touch receptors and an ability to taste

Nothing to be done about majorly changing how he looks tho

The ability to feel is a bit too much sometimes

Sometimes all he can feel is cold

Goes to Duncan to see if he can do something about helping communicate to animals that he is a friend. Ala magic.

Machinery and Magic don't mix well typically, you gotta be crazy specific, which isn't really Duncan's styel

Duncan likes DJ tho, and proceeds to steal some of Harolds spellbooks

Side plot of them being wayyyy to hard for him to read, in both way too high level and shitty handwritten chickenscratch that fucks with his dyslexia, so he has to ask Harold for help

Maybe they learn to better understand eachother idk

Maybe they kill eachother

Harold and Duncan team up 6 dead 9 injured every single person is fucking baffled

Anyways DJ is like iron giant up in this bitch

His Momma is kinda worried that one day he'll learn enough mechanics to fix himself up and wont need her anymore

Tyler - Harpy

Ok the chicken fear makes sense now

He gets the uncanny valley feeling looking at chickens

I would too

He would fly into a window

Can he fly?

Hes like a turkey

Or a seagull

Wait im an idiot hes a chicken

Duh

Eva - Gargoyle

Her carver loved buff women thank god almighty for that

Punches like a brick wall

Living Stone

lion paws for feet

Did you guys know sound resonates the best through solids??

Her music listening experience is legit i just know it

Noah - The Blob/ slime monster

Oh god that poor guy

Hes gonna get slime all over his books

Harold - Witch

He's the type of witch to have seperate waters for different kinds of spells

A pretty dorky Witch, even by witch standards

Wears proper witch PPE (robes and hat)

Has his sheldon Big Bang Theory style shirts on underneath tho

Uses incantations and written spells in magical languages mainly

Uses the starlight, paper, ink, historical artifacts and an assortment of magical ingredients as fuels

Has a large collection of quality spellbooks for references

Not those shitty amazon spellbooks that are just a list of pre written spells, these ones were written by some old hag 80 years ago and through flowery rambleing language tell you how write spells yourself. They go into spell syntax.

Harolds books for writing incantations and spells are spiral notebooks

If he uses smbols will typically craft a custom sygil for it

Uses alot of number magic and latin

Uses his confidence in his skills with writing spells to harness magic

Is better at doing spells for other people, when doing spells for himself he tends to overcomplicate things

Actually went to magic camps and magic summer schools

"I was trained for this!" and it's Mostly true

Can make the most specific fucking spell work for him

I cannot stress he is good at this type of casting.

Duncan's way of doing magic pisses him off. Both are convinced their way is better

Harold to Duncan ->"What the fuck do you mean you increased your strength with a posca marker, bare knuckles and a dream. How are you not dead yet >:[ "

He has a lot of respect for magic itself, Duncan's almost disrespectful way of using magic makes him mad.

Whats worse is that it works.

How Harold casts a spell

Writes down a goal -> outlines different methods to achieve it (incantations, scrolls, potions) -> writes out the spelleork with alot of detail accounting for almost every outcome -> it takes very long -> outwardly or inwardly recites writes spell to activate it -> profit

Alejandro - Siren

(I give up with organization here no more bullet points)

Mermaids and Sirens are almost identical, with few overt physical differences

Sirens will typically have colored iris', 2 finned gills, longer tounges, boned ears and uniformly sharp teeth

Mermaids have colored scalera, 3 smooth gills, finned ears and sharp canines

This isn't a rule, and in modern times there are few families of sirens or mermaids that havent mixed with other monsters at some point

Both species have shape-shifting abilities.

Mermaids have two forms, and can switch between them at will, though the process takes hours and the mermaid will have to stay in either aquatic or land form for a couple weeks before changing again. though this wait time can be speed up with tailsmen, it's can cause health problems.

Siren can shift their features at will, including shifting from aquatic to non aquatic with no wait time, some families of Siren encourage "good breeding" and fostering shifting abilities to the point of shifting bone structure, hair, colors and gender at will. This level of shifting controll is a very desirable trait, and cannot be learned.

Alejandro is one of these few families who try to stay purely Siren

Hes a 100% Siren, but unlike his brothers he lacks any shape-shifting abilities, a flaw that has brought him great shame (this is just a genetic fluke, it's like a birth defect)

but he has both a very powerful ability to enchant his words and natural charisma. Dangerous combo.

Because of the well known knowledge that Sirens can manipulate people with ease, Alejandro semi pretends that he is a Mermaid, using his long hair to obscure his gills

He more just lets people assume hes a Mermaid and does not correct them rather than actually lying

He lies about many things but outright lying about species is a bit much

Siren Speech doesn't work as good if someone's also using magic at the same time or knows what's up about it

It doesn't work that great on Heather, Duncan or Harold point blank, or Lindsay, Beth Trent and Justin if they're shifting or shifted

Good thing hes manipulative on his own!

Beth - Mermaid

Yeah sure why not

I don't know enough about Beth yet i need a moot whose obsessed with her

Ezekiel - Ghost

Lmao hes invisible

Poor dude probably gets looked over all the time

Hes just clothes and a transparent person

Justin - Werewolf

The twilight girls would go crazy over him i know it

Cody - Puppet

Oh poor dude

Itll look cool tho

Hed make knock on wood jokes all the time

Trent - Werecat

The trustin girls would go crazy over this i know it

But real like hes chillin

Would use claws as a pick

Geoff - Frankenstein

A man of the people

Literally

Looses limbs easily

Wakes up after a party like "wheres my leg lmao"

Heather - Zombie

Oh this is good

Shes vegan

Would insult people like "i can tell you have a brain why the hell don't you use it"

Very concerned over phsyical appearance

Uses so so many products

Pretty alive looking for a zombie cuz of it

It's kinda creepy

Her eyes got no eyeshine tho

Like a shark.

Gwen - Skeleton/Ghost

Ok this was an accidental double Gwen got both Skeleton and ghost

Since Ezekiel is already a ghost i'm Gonna lean into the Skeleton bit more but throw a transparent silhouette over all of her for the ghost bit

Ghost vs Zombie rivalry

She'd do all sorts of cool drawings and markings on her bones

Gwen, drawing a bat on her femur with sharpie: tattoo moment

Her eyeliner is also sharpie

Who the fuck cares about skincare when you don't have skin

Lindsay: you shouldn't put permanent marker on your face! It can hurt you 🥺

Gwen, floating bones:

LeShawna - Chimera

YES I LOVE MONSTER COMBOS

LIKE COMBINATIONS OF MULTIPLE ANIMALS

lets do classic chimera but with one head

Lean into the Lioness bit cuz Leshawna is a boss bitch and Lionesses are so fucking cool

I might give her a scorpion tail

Duncan - Witch

Another double whoops lol

He's a "fuck it we ball" typa witch

lmao he and Harold are beefing like crazy i know it Harold has 12 spellbooks hes memorized with their specific ways of casting and Duncan is writing runes on his knuckles with sharpie

Duncan to Harold ->"Why are you using 2 pages of latin for a fire spell??"

"Because i need only this bit of wood to light on fire a little bit and nothing else and if i dont i could loose control of it or blow it up or it might not even start"

*stares in did finger guns at a branch and cremated it for fun*

Harold to Duncan ->"Why are you writing runes on your nailpolish??"

"i'm tired of being the only scary bitch here without claws"

*stares in once accidentally rubbed spell notes off of his spellbook and onto his face while passed out on his desk and gave himself acid burns for 3 weeks"

They go crazy they go stupid

Hes self taught

The Duncan and Harold bullying arc turned Street smart vs actually Smart but make it witches

Mostly just picking shit up as he goes

"Stole" (it was free) a pamphlet on different types of magical symbols and has managed to make the symbols illustrated in it work for almost every spell he wants

Fueled by raw unrelenting audacity

Real lore tho- magic is created with belief and harnessed with confidence, you can either go the intellectual route and control every variable and have trust in your control of those variables to harness the magic like Harold, or like Duncan, have enough semi-unearned confidence in yourself to harness magic with little need for more than a few variables.

Basically as a general rule, it has as much meaning as you truthfully believe it does

Doesn't explain what hes casting or how hes doing it

"Where'd you learn how to do that?"

"what are you a cop?"

(learned from illustrations, word of mouth, and other witches on the street)

Has a couple stick n poke magical symbols, several other scribbled on symbols that are temporary

Biggest one is a glyph for fire on his hand, he doens most of his spells using it

Has burns around his glyph tattoos from spells backfiring cuz he got distracted

Uses sharpies, spraypaint, eyeliner and the insides of firecrackers for drawing symbols

If he needs a magical material he'll typically substitute whatever he has on him, belief goes a long way.

"Pure Holy Silver?... this earring looks silver enough

This doesn't work for potions cuz potions are only a little left to normal chemistry.

Has alot of talisman he wears

Carries extra ingredients on him ala accessories cuz fuck it it looks cool

Mains his spells with symbols, uses potions or material fuels if he cant make a good connection between what he wants and one of 10 symbols he remembers at any given time

Uses moonlight, bones, rocks, and personal artifacts as fuels

How duncan casts a spell

Draws glyph -> creates a mental connection between what the glyph means and what he wants to do (this is mostly subconscious with Duncan he doenst know what hes doing he just knows he does it well)-> activates glyph physically (ie hitting, tapping, lighting, punching, tracing with finger)

Example: draws fire glyph on Chris's camper -> wants to set it on fire but not the surrounding grass and trees -> smacks the side of the camper that has the glyph on it -> profit

Duncan, to Harold: You make magic math, i make magic my bitch

Bridgette - Alien

Aww she could be so cute

Surfer girl from planet nine

Owen - Plant Monster

This could visually look really cool

Big carnivorous plant

Izzy - Angel

kaleidoscope = biblically accurate form, cuz she "Looks like a kaleidoscope! Duh!"

Lindsay - Selkie

If you steal her coat ill fucking kill you

Sadie - Vampire

Ough thats cute

I'm Gonna make her pigtails batwings

Katie - Zombie

undead girlfriends

Sadie thinks Katie is so pretty it doesn't matter her eye just fell out

Courtney - Demon

Oh this bitch looooves contracts

Is also upset about Duncan but she just doesn't like witches in general

Whats the point of making deals with humans for magical powers of some humans give themselves magical powers

Demon of what?? Pride maybe?? Or envy??

Shes a sweetheart tho

[chimivx]

home;run -> fem!reader x mlb!mingyu, mlb!vernon, mlb!dk

College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

wc; {part seven} 3.6k warnings; 18+, sexual content, alcohol consumption/abuse, bad influences around her, manipulation, her name gets taken advantage of in public media, if i missed anything please let me know!! notes; peese n lurv. <3

Cheers could be heard down every street in Iloa, the Lions stadium alive, living, breathing, exploding full of love and support, every voice showering down onto the field of ten or so men stretching, throwing around baseballs, or sprinting across the grass.

In the bullpen, the smack of DK’s hundred mile per hour baseball hitting the leather of Woozi’s glove echoed against the walls and carried up to the kids in their matching jerseys dangling their heads over the railings to watch them, calling down for them to throw a baseball up into the stands. Standing on the sidelines, coaches, other starting and backup pitchers, they’d grab whichever ball DK discarded and tossed it up to the boys and girls, watching their faces light up with joy.

A sweet smell lingered in the air, one mixing with that of the savoriness of the comfort foods the boys on the team indulged in after a victory, one they hoped would happen today. Pretzels, soft chewy cinnamon bites, ice cream stands around every turn, every corner of the stadium. Women and men wandered about with bright red shirts on, carrying bins of ice cold drinks, beers, and water bottles, their voices booming through and over the crowds eager to get their buzz on. Fans waiting in line at the stores, full of Lions merchandise, were calling them over, swiping their cards without checking the price, and chugging the can as best as they could before they were allowed to walk through the door. An excellent ploy, get them tipsy and they won’t care what they’re picking up off the shelves.

Bouncing in your black boots, skinny jeans on your legs and a silky custom Lions bomber jacket on top of a bodysuit, you held a water bottle in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. Grooving to the music radiating the walls of the stadium, a pop beat from a music group that prided themselves on being the biggest fans of your brother, the cutest group of seven talented boys the Lions were now partners with, you pulled on the elbow linked with yours, accidentally rocking them with you. Sunglasses low on your nose, you turned and smiled. Latched to you tight, elbows locked, Ryujin licked her ice cream and raised a brow.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she said, letting you rock her to your heart's content as the two of you strolled through the first floor pavilion. “Is this that group DK likes?” 

“The group that DK is friends with?” Correcting her, she smiled and rolled her eyes. “We had a few of them over in the off season while I was home with him, they’re cool.��

Ryujin dodged a man barreling toward the seats carrying one of his kids in his arms while the other ran behind him. “Jesus,” she muttered. “This place is crazier than last season.” Catching the drips of ice cream down the side of your cone with your tongue, you winked to a group of girls around your age staring at you and Ryujin and gave them a wave as you passed by them.

“They need them to win,” you said.

“They need to use manners,” she countered, giving you a look.

Shaking your head, waving to some other people who actually called out your name and greeted you properly, you said, “Then we need them to win. You don’t wanna see these people when they lose.”

Ryujin, having been on guard for your sake since she arrived three days ago, gave the people a stare, not caring what they thought of her. She overanalyzed them all. Back in February, a little over a month ago, when the Mingyu story broke the internet, your name was drug through the mud. You weren’t so innocent either, though you were, you knew what you did, what had happened, but to the media you were a drunken mess homie hopper. 

The photos of Vernon safely placing you into his passenger seat couldn’t even compare to the photos of Mingyu and Daya, taken from far away, not up close like people would do to you when you were dating him. That thought alone disgusted you, that you weren’t worthy of certain boundaries like Daya apparently was, that you could have cameras shoved in your face while you were kissing your boyfriend in a public space, but there she was, on his lap, tongue in his cheek, and the photos and videos were grainy as fuck. 

He couldn’t defend himself. It took about twenty four hours for you to be able to face him, even at the training games they had played the following day you ignored him, sat in the stands with your sunglasses on, arms folded, legs crossed, only cheering and clapping when ‘Now batting, first basemen, Chwe Hansol’ was announced through the stadium. Simply to piss him off, of course. Videos of that hit the internet to no one's surprise, everyone was way too involved in the scandal that almost took down Vernon’s name as well.

The two of you spoke that night, the day after the story nearly imploded your lives, with DK and Vernon on standby, the two waiting in the hallway outside of your hotel room to Mingyu’s demise. Your precious, golden hunk of a boyfriend couldn’t say two words to come back from what he’d done. With grace, somehow, he listened to your telling of how the night went, how he’d acted in front of your brother, and what he’d said to Vernon.

His only reasoning, that wasn’t an excuse to how he ended up with Daya on top of him, was that she came onto him. Loosely believing it, that he didn’t realize what she’d been doing, you let him go with a hug and his thousands of soft apologies for everything he’d been putting you through without realizing. 

That was the Mingyu you used to know, before the money, before the fame got to his head, before he was one of the stars on the team, a huge name in baseball. The nice Mingyu, the one who’d catch onto the things your parents would say and give you a silly look with a roll of his eyes, the Mingyu who once upon time said he wanted to take care of you one day, wanted to give you a life you deserved. 

But, he was all talk. A hug, whispers of I’m sorry, it was as simple as that.

All the mentions of realization seemed to withstand the pressure of the media cracking down on him in interviews, the way people would run into him on the street and bombard him with questions of you, of Vernon, of the scandal, of what he’d done. Every single time he would own up to it. Left within him, though you broke his heart, wouldn’t forgive him, told him that you two did not work together, was the care he held for you. The love he said he had, which out of everything, was the one thing you wholeheartedly believed in.

Protecting your name, defending you, speaking about you with a softness in his eyes only when asked, he at least kept one of his promises. Giving you a life you deserved, a safe one. He gave you your space, he didn’t try to come back, he didn’t fight to hold onto anything, he respected what you had to say, what you wanted, which would’ve driven you mad if Vernon weren’t standing in the hallway, if you didn’t have history clinging to him, love for him. A boy that podcasts and drama influencers alike were calling stupid for involving himself with you, for getting between you and Mingyu, that if you two were to get together after this it’d be a shorter relationship than the one you’ve just come out of.

All the more reason for Mingyu to come out and admit to what he’d done, which in turn, destroyed Daya and Hoshi’s marriage.

Desperately clinging to whatever she possibly could, sloppily throwing stories together, making absolute dogshit up about you, about Mingyu, about your brother, she scrambled miserably to hold onto her husband and the beautiful, wonderful life he’d given her. 

You and Hoshi spent some time together in the days following the break up, bonding in a way you’d never expect. Across dinner tables after days of baseball, he’d sip his beer and tell you story after story about what a witch his soon-to-be ex-wife was. He never meant to marry her, which didn’t make him out to be partner of the year, but when they found out she was pregnant with their daughter he put a ring on her finger and owned up to the new life he was bound to live.

He wasn’t looking for an excuse to divorce her, to escape her, to get rid of her, but he wouldn’t say he wasn’t grateful that this ended up happening. As for his daughter, he wouldn’t give her up for the world, when he spoke on Daya their daughter never came up. It was all her, his now ex-wife, or in the process of becoming ex-wife. He’d always shower Tora with love, would show up for her, and give her the world whether he was with her mother or not. And that’s who Daya became to him, the mother of his daughter, nothing more.

She was the curse of last season after all, the fans had no problem discarding her after Hoshi made the one and only public post to announce his divorce.

In doing so, combined with Mingyu’s unspoken compliance, Hoshi aided in the repairing of your name, of Vernon’s name, and within weeks things started to turn around.

“I don’t like the way some of these people are looking at you,” Ryujin said, holding onto you a little tighter each time someone's eyes spent more than two seconds on you. 

Tugging her out of the way of a family staring at their phones then pointing to the signs above their heads, confused as to where they were going, you yanked her toward the row of stairs leading to the first base line. “Most are fine,” you assured her, pausing at the top of the steps. The man working the row gave you a smile and a nod. “How are you?” Returning the smile, you watched his cheeks blush.

“Fine, Miss Isla, and you?” he asked with another nod of his head.

Looking at Ryujin, then back at him, you nodded as well. “Fantastic. There’s three more behind us, they should-”

“ISLA!”

The high pitched scratchy scream struck your heart. Eyes wide, head snapping to look down at your seats in the first row, you couldn’t help the obnoxious screech that came out of you involuntarily, simply triggered by a glimpse of their beautiful faces. Ryujin slipped her elbow out of yours, accepted the ice cream cone you slapped into her hand, and let you go, discarding the sweets before leisurely following you down the stairs, not running like you were. 

“Oh my god,” you breathed, skipping a few steps at a time, “Oh my god!” Heads were turned from the seats slowly filling the sections, you and your sisters shrieks gathering attention like clockwork. Even if you weren’t actively causing a scene, when the five of you were together people paid attention. 

Jumping off the last step into the row, you didn’t even have a second to look at any of them, to mess with the adorable outfits they’d thrown together, you were in their arms and their arms were around you, squeezing you, the four of you lost in whispers and Tori’s teary eyes. When Ryujin made it down the steps she wiggled herself into the middle, her hands grabbing onto three different parts of two different girls.

Aurora, Tori, Yuna, Ryujin, they were here. Once you found out they were coming to opening day you upgraded their tickets, you grouped them in with yourself and made sure they’d be down here on the field with you. It’d been months, and after the last few weeks, you needed your sisters. Partially the reason why Ryujin came days earlier after she’d gotten clearance from a few of her classes. Like DK promised, she stayed in his house with you, she hung out with your brother and actually got to know him for him and not the almighty baseball superstar he was made out to be.

She liked him as your brother more, and DK took to her in the same way. Within three days it felt like you were trapped with a big sister as well as a big brother with how they both ganged up on you, teaming together to tease you like big siblings should while whipping you into shape at the same time. The other three were set to come back to the house with you tonight, staying for the length of the three game series the Lions were opening their season with, and you couldn’t wait for them to spend time with the brother you spent so much time telling them about at Nasara.

“Tor,” you whined first as the group hug dispersed, reaching for her bronzed cheeks glowing in the March sun. Her glossy pout worsened, making you giggle, forcing your thumbs to her bottom lashes to keep her makeup in place. Tori came close to Ryujin in your heart, another trustworthy sister to share some secrets with, to open up to, she matched your try anything once energy, your party loving twin.

Grabbing your wrists, her red nails brushing your skin, she shook her head. “It is so good to see you, Isla,” she said, her voice quiet, half broken. “You have no idea what the hell we went through after you left, what we thought happened to you, it was so scary.”

A smile pricked your lips. “Ryujin throwing a sneaker at Yeji’s head?” Giggles sounded around you. “I heard all about it.” Wiping her eyes, you took her hands in yours and squeezed them, giving Aurora a glance. “I heard about everything.”

“How did you know?” Aurora asked, her observant eyes intriguing your own, the girl always on some mission to know. “You said something to me, do you remember?” Truthfully, no, you did not, and you weren’t at a point yet where you had the balls to admit it. Aurora seemed to catch on quick. “Before any of us knew anything… Caught onto anything, which, we didn’t, you knew.”

“And it cost you,” Yuna chimed in, laying a hand on your shoulder. Giving her and her chocolate curls a smile, you shrugged.

“I’ll be honest,” you whispered. “I thought it was obvious.” The laughter that broke out warmed your heart, thank god.

“Let’s not get stuck on this right now,” Ryujin pulled you out the girl's hands and moved you in front of a seat that looked straight out to first base. “We have a game to watch, we can talk about this later.”

Shuffling around the chairs, deciding who was going to sit where around you, an insane amount of questions were thrown your way, every single one involving Vernon.

“Are you guys dating?” Yuna asked from beside you on your right.

“Were you guys dating before? At Nasara?” Tori asked from your left.

Aurora poked her head forward. “Just so everyone knows, he told me about her first!”

“Shut up, let her speak,” Tori elbowed her leather jacket that so obviously belonged to Wooyoung. 

Ryujin threw her hands up, her eyebrows furrowed, the crease in her forehead deep. “I knew the whole time?!”

“Shut up, let her speak,” Aurora said to her, the two breaking out into giggles, throwing playful hands at each other. 

Tori rolled her eyes, her fluffy lashes fluttering as she looked between you and Yuna. “These two, I swear they’re on each other more than anything I’ve ever seen.”

Perking a brow, a smirk lighting up your lips, you leaned forward to witness them swatting at each other's hands, giggling like little kids. Yeah, you knew that one. “Ror,” you caught her attention, and Ryujin’s, “You and Wooyoung? Finally?”

She blinked, many times. Tori took her bottom lip between her teeth, her face going blank. “I mean,” she started, shrugging, gaze flickering out onto the empty field. “Something like that.” Confusion filled your face and she smiled, a breathy laugh escaping her. “We’re not putting pressure on anything,” she clarified. “So many big things have happened this year, we just want to… Be.”

You knew that one.

Letting her know you understood her with a smile, you shifted to Tori who just finished taking a deep breath, her eyes fixed forward. “What about you?” you asked her, letting the other two go back to giggling with one another. Yuna listened in to them, paying no mind to the quiet way Tori spoke back to you.

“What do you mean?” she questioned within a whisper.

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, “How’s Mingi? Mr Loverman? I miss seeing you guys be you,” you nudged her arm, “Your relationship is my favorite, I yearn to have what you two have.”

“Yearn?” She smirked.

“I know words, Tor,” you said, sitting up straight. Gesturing to yourself, you said, “Haven’t drank in two weeks, I’m remembering words I used to know when I was good at school, I’m tryna use them all, one word a day.”

Her eyes began to shine. “Two weeks,” she whispered. You nodded, feeling proud, keeping your anxiety locked away for the time being. “Isla, that’s great.”

“Thanks,” you sighed, accepting her hand she offered you. “It’s hard.”

“But you’re doing it,” she smiled.

“Longest streak yet,” you whispered, and she squeezed your fingers. “This doesn’t get you out of the Mingi question.”

Her face fell. “Damn it.”

“Don’t tell me you guys broke up?” you asked, and she turned toward you, flustered, her cheeks flushing of color.

“No, no, no,” she whispered as fast as humanly possible, “Not that, we didn’t break up, it’s just…”

“Soul said that!” Aurora’s cackle cut her off, Ryujin and Yuna laughing with her.

Closing her eyes, Tori took a breath before looking at you. “I don’t know how to describe it. It sounds horrible in my head, I don’t think I can say it out loud, if I try I either look like a jealous bitch or a shitty girlfriend.”

Placing your other hand on top of the one you were already holding, you smiled something soft. “It’s okay,” you said. “Thoughts are one thing, actions are another.”

Tori frowned. “I love him, you know I do.”

“Tor, we all know that.”

She glanced away, collecting her thoughts. The booming voice of the sportscaster sounded over the speakers and the now full stands erupted into cheers. “We’ll talk later,” she said, forcing a smile onto her face as the Lions were called out onto the field, every person in the stadium leaping to their feet.

Adrenaline shot down your spine, your anxiety pushed aside by the excitement that buzzed within your heart. DK, the first to run out onto the field, shot a hand in the air, waving as the music blasted for their arrival, guiding them to their places on the field. Player after player, they ran out, hands in the air, greeting their fans, searching for their family in the stands, saying hello to cameras pointed their way. The field flooded with love from both players and fans.

Number seven hit the field, cleats in the grass, and your heart skipped a beat. This was it, the first game of the rest of his life. Brown curls popped out beneath his hat, curls you had your fingers in last night from the passenger seat of his car after Ryujin slammed her door shut and hurried up to your brother's house, Vernon dropping the two of you off after a shared dinner amongst friends. He took a second, pausing as the crowd went wild for him and his teammates. Tipping his chin backward, chocolate eyes wide, an absolute look of awe, he turned in a slow circle, attempting to look at every single person, until he found you.

The world went quiet around you, though everyone and your sisters still cheered with every ounce of power within them. A smile lit up his face, one he wouldn’t normally wear so publicly, too much emotion for people who didn’t know him. Watching him wear it now, taking in all the love the fans threw his way, you swore you could cry. 

He was meant to go to first base, everyone was taking their places on the field, the other team was on their way out, but once he found you he was stuck. Glued to you. Drawn to you. He couldn’t even say hi to your friends, his friends, he hurried over and grabbed onto the net separating the two of you, beckoning you closer. Stepping up to the ledge, grabbing onto his fingers that poked through the net, you smiled.

“Girlfriend,” he whispered, pressing his nose to the scratchy yarn.

Leaning into him, doing the same, your noses brushing, you whispered, “Boyfriend,” with a giggle.

“This is fucking crazy,” he said. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“I’m so happy you’re here,” you said. “You made it.”

“Fuck,” he gasped.

“Remember to breathe,” you whispered. “You can do this.”

Sucking down a breath, he released it all too fast, whispering, “I love you,” before pressing his lips to yours, unafraid to let everyone in the stadium in on the secret you two have been keeping for two weeks now. A secret that you’d try to keep, that both of you wanted to keep, for yourselves, and yourselves only.

Though you knew, after this, #visla would be trending faster than anything.

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[whorekneecentral]

max baby fever is real actually… enemies to lovers hatefucking but you guys eventually become fwb and then BOOM suddenly youre married but the sexual tension never leaves and then you have a tiny baby lion

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it’s the baby lion for me 🥺

working for red bull was no easy task. especially the weekend after weekend of scrutiny. surely, people had their reasons but its still a pain in the ass. 

you were a press officer for the team, you covered the general press handlings; approving press releases, statements, team appearances etc. but recently, you were stuck working with max as his old press officer was on maternity leave. 

max was the biggest pain in your side, you don’t think you’ve ever worked with a driver that was so irritating. 

over the course of the season, things got better. max sort of mellowed out and only became a little tense during the last race. it was down to the wire between here and lewis as to who was going to win the championship.

the was exactly what the team had been looking for and the celebration was beyond anything you could imagine. the drinks were following and one by one, the cans stacked up. 

you and max some how ended up in the same elevator after everything, the two of you had too many drinks and ended up all over each other. stumbling back to the room, hands all over each other and clothes all over the floor and you two spent the rest of the night in bed together. 

from that night, it spiralled into more. you and max ended up going back and forth over the break, sneaking around together for a bit before the season started. 

you two continued through the racing season; longing looks, hidden kisses and touches, the extra long hugs when he wins. 

at some point after the summer break, his press officer returns from maternity leave, and you go back to your regular duties, which means now you can announce that you're dating without there being a conflict of interest.

the dates were like no other, how many women can say they get to travel the world with the person they love and go on dates around the world every other weekend? 

you and max were in brazil this weekend, the season to last race when he rolled over in bed. “hey,” he whispers and you look over at him. 

you were doing some work in bed, max was settling in for the night. he rested a little velvet box on your laptop and you looked at him, confused. “what's this?” 

“open it.” he tells you, so you do. inside is a ring, a fat emerald cut diamond set on a slightly thick gold band. 

“max,” you look over at him and he smiles. “I know you didn’t want a big proposal but I can still get on my knees if you want.”

you shook your head but he pulls the ring out, reaching for your hand. “will you marry me?” 

“yeah,” you giggled, you can feel the tears when you lean over to kiss him, the cold band pressed to his cheek once it was on your finger. 

your laptop and max going to sleep was long forgotten. a tangle of limbs, clothes all over the floor, the blankets were kicked to the end of the bed. 

“I cannot wait to marry you,” he whispers to you, your legs wrapped around his waist. “might be the wrong time but just letting you know I'm keeping my last name.” 

your wedding was nothing if not picture perfect, as was your honeymoon. 

you two had a week to yourselves, a little villa on the amalfi coast. max was determined that you two would be starting your family sooner than later and that’s exactly was he was up too. 

“gonna put a baby in you, pretty girl.” 

“that’s my girl, take it so well. made just for me.” 

“look so pretty full of me.” 

and surely enough, about 3 months post honeymoon and you found out you were having a baby. you were both beyond ecstatic. 

max was more into the baby planning, nursery thing that you were so you let him take charge. 

turns out the little boy was getting a jungle themed nursery and in the centre of the mural painted on the wall was a lion, the king of the jungle. 

the months roll by and now you’ve got your own little lion, most weekends it killed max to be away from you two but the little one was too little to travel so many miles, though you two did go to the monaco gp to surprise him. 

most nights when he came in, he changed off and went straight to check on the little man, you got booted to second place. 

more often than not, you find max sleeping in the rocking chair with your baby boy in his arms. 

[macybeckham7]

Reader works for England, both men and women’s team, and she is well known for being like a sunshine and everyone loves her. During the tournament she is seen riding the bike and being ‘flirty’ with Jude, and then they celebrate after games and then she comforts him after the lose but you both make it clear that you are work mates and friends

Ugh can we please get a a full length version of this it was so good

part one

‘There you are’ Stonesy smiles at you as you walk into the chill out area, he pulls you into his arms and smiles over at Jude who was playing table tennis with Trent. ‘Do you have a favourite player? Because alot of people think it’s Jude’ he says while Kyle, Phil and Luke look at you. ‘I don’t do favourites’ you tell them which just gains eye rolls from them. ‘I treat you assholes all the same’ you claim which makes them laugh. Stonesy wasn’t happy as he claims that he thinks you prefer ‘golden balls’. ‘I’m jealous’ he admits as you walk away from him. Everyone has started to notice the two of your friendships, how you seemed close to all the lads but even closer to the number 10. During the Lions Den your name gets mentioned quite a few times as the guys say it’s nice to have you around, with ‘sunshine’ and ‘little sister’ was being thrown about. After the final with you looking out for Jude, you post photos of the guys throughout the tournament, most people commenting a ship name of your names combined. No matter how many times you say you were just friends, they didn’t believe you and it didn’t help that Trent found it hilarious. A month went by and Jude had been trying to get ahold of you, you both spoke about going on holiday together. But you hadn’t answered the messages or calls. ‘I think everyone has pushed her off me’ he says looking sad. For him he did find comfort from you, you were so happy go lucky and it was nice to see you when he was feeling uncertain. He hated that everyone shipped you and didn’t believe that a guy and a girl couldn’t be innocently friends. So when you were reunited at an International dinner, he spots you sat next to Leah Williamson, you notice him walking over to you and you try to stay calm. ‘Thought you had dropped off the edge of the earth’ he jokes as he kneels down beside you, when you look at him he was giving you his smile that made everyone swoon. ‘I am sorry you got swept into a shit storm’ he tells you honestly. He tells you that he doesn’t want to lose you as the tournament was one of the best times of his life as well as career and that was down to you. ‘Us against the world’ he smiles as you wrap your little fingers together.

[yamst3rdamctrl]

When Sexual Desires Clash Y/N Story

Chapter 2

The figure walked up and reached out his hand and said, "Lupita, this must be who you were telling me about.. Hi YN, it's so nice to meet you. Lu has told me so much about you. My name is Michael B. Jordan".....

YN reached out to Michael and said, "Oh my god.. It's so nice to meet you. I am a big fan every since you were young on All My Children." YN extended her hand to meet Michaels. When they touched it, it felt like electricity hit each other. YN did not know how to react. Michael felt lust and had it all over his face. As he looked over her 5'6 "height, and her brown chocolate complexion, to her thick thighs and body. Michael didn't know how much her sex appeal was, but he loved every minute looking at it. The way the fire ignited and burned between them, you would think they were moving in slow motion, but they weren't. Lupita was loving the view because she knew that YN had been single for a good while, and she knew exactly how she loved sex but couldn't find somebody who was worthy of her time. She also knew that since Lori left Michael he hasn't fucked anyone. Everyone there had somebody that they were dating except YN and Michael. Lu made it her priority for them to hit it off.

After they shook hands, Lu said, "Let this sexy weekend begin! So YN and Michael, you guys are the only ones single, so therefore, yall are teamed up for the weekend, okay?" YN and Michael agreed, and they parted ways to make a drink. YN thought to herself that she knew how fine Michael was, but in her head, she just left the situation alone. YN stood there talking to her girls while Michael went to make a drink. Michael stalked YN with her eyes while she would smile and giggle. Michael knew that she was different from the women he usually went for, but the way she looked made his dick hard. Winston walked up and made Michael slap out his thoughts.

"Whats on your mind, Michael? I can see you in deep thought, and by the way you are looking at YN, I'm sure it has something to do with her." He chuckled.

"Do you know much about her?" Michael asked Winston.

"So YN is a music choreographer. She also conducts music videos with aritist. She is known all over for the work she does, but she is never in the main light. She does model here and there, but her passion is the music industry. She has a lot of videos on her youtube and instagram. We all met YN when you weren't on set when she helped construct the beginning dance seen and movements on black panther. She only met with the people they had her work with. YN is very cool, that's why I call her my little sister since I'm dating her best friend Shai. I see the way you're looking at her like you're a lion, and she is definitely your prey." Winston started to laugh, but he has seen Michael in action before.

"Now im not going to lie she is fine as hell. Everything about her is different, but she could get the dick without a question.. Is she single?" Michael knew what he wanted in the exact moment, and she was what he wanted. He hasn't felt this way since him and Lori split.

"She is and has been for a while now. The dude cheated on her, and she bossed up. She is very different from regular females. I will say that. She is a wild one in the house. In the streets, she's a lady. Shai told me she's wild. Hope you can tame her." Winston knew that Michael was wild, and he knew YN was too. He knew that they were a match in heaven, so he's going to sit back and watch the fireworks.

YN looked back at Michael and smiled. Michael winked at her and made her blush. Michael then told Winston, "Don't worry, she not going to know what hit her when I'm done." Michael drinked his drink and began to plot on his every move... this is about to get interesting.

Yal ready for this ride I'm going to take yal on??? I hope soo!!!

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Hi I’m in love with your work , I was wondering would it be alright to request yandere Lunami team work/poly x female heiress reader who paying the straw hats to take her far , far away from her fiancé who wishes to marry her to take all her fortune , but reader doesn’t expect to attract the future pirate king or his navigator attention , who aren’t taking a no for answer

A Heiresses Protectors~

Your kingdom was a very sacred place to you, a place you called home in which you grew up. So when a war broke out in your country with some very strong foes you knew you couldn’t handle alone you knew you needed help. Especially since you had to very far to the place where you can be safe and work out your plan..

Helplessly wondering the seas you finally came across the straw hats! A weird but somewhat charming group of pirates who didn’t hesitate to help you. You were absolutely ecstatic and paid them enough to last them months as you presumed, just to take you away from your fiancé. You absolutely felt so grateful but..their Navigator and Captain acted somewhat strange towards you..

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The wind blew with a somewhat warm and cool breeze at the same time while you braided your hair on deck. You couldn’t help but admire their ship and the giant lion on it..which they called the sunny. While you were braiding your hair you were telling stories about your kingdom. The place that you called home and had countless of memories at.

Usopp,Luffy and Chopper were the ones who listening very intently with their eyes sparkling. You couldn’t help but notice the strange gleam in Luffy’s eyes however whenever you talked about a little thing. He could honestly spend hours upon hours just holding a exciting conversation with you on how him and his crew were going to “kick those jerk’s asses”

Zoro on the other hand was just laying down on deck in the sun. His eyes closed and obviously very relaxed. You couldn’t really tell if he was sleeping though..

Continuing on with your stories about your kingdom you wore a bright smile on your face as you excitedly told the three about what you did, how you lived and how beautiful your home was. Luffy then and again would ask questions and chuckle or grin at every word you said while you glanced out at the sea every once and a while. Then, a certain part of one of your stories involved mentioning your fiancé..it was like they didn’t really care much on how he just wanted your fortune..they seemed to only be upset about the fact that you were going to be with someone else other then them..

The crew knew about then and their plan to just marry you for their fortune and showed obvious concern and anger for you like any reasonable person would. Nami and Luffy were different about the subject though…one could say….sensitive..?

Luffy’s face scrunched your when you even mentioned their name and you saw his face darken with a slight frown. Now that you think about it Nami’s mood would definitely..darken whenever they was mentioned.

Speaking of the Navigator though she was walking towards you with a smile and a gleam in her big brown eyes, her long orange hair flowing through the wind as the waves crashed against the sunny. Your lips curved into a soft smile when he she stood in front of you, Hand on her hip.

“Hey Nami! I thought you were drawing your map in your office?” You said softly while trying to ignore the feeling of eyes staring right into your skull. You knew it was Luffy but said nothing about it to be rude of course..

The woman with with the bikini top smiled at you and sat down next to you, running a hand through your hair and getting a bit in your space. “Oh yeah..I decided to take a little break!…are these idiots bothering you?” She asked with a laugh as Ussop, Chopper, and Luffy all said “hey!!” In unison. You giggled and smiled.

Nami then wrapped an arm around you waist as she turned to you. “Oh! And Y/N, I forgot to mention that I moved our beds together in the women’s cabin..” she said softly like it didn’t matter. You thought it did though because you barely got any privacy on the ship with the captain and navigator around..

Nami would always have you in her office, since you didn’t help out with the maps she was making and her work you just liked to draw in her company. Luffy on the other hand just seemed to like making you the judge of all his silly games he played with chopper and ussop. He always got a bit upset when you picked one of them over him to win or were on their team. So, the only reasonable thing to do was use his position as captain to get you on his side!

He didn’t just do that with games though..

anytime any of the others would make plans or try to have activities with you those two would almost go livid. Luffy guilt tripping you without even realizing it and Nami ether hitting them comedically or just straight up showing how annoyed she was and grabbing your hand while making excuses on why you should go with her and no one else besides her and luffy.

You blinked and held your breath for a moment. “Y-You moved our beds together nami..? Why did you do that?..” you asked while smiling nervously. Luffy then butted in with a grin and a chuckle. “I asked her to! We didn’t want you to get cold at night or anything bad happening to you..so Nami can keep you all warm and safe shishi!!” He laughed while wrapping his stretchy arms around your waist tightly and laying big his head on your shoulder.

They both seemed to notice the uncertain and uncomfortable look in your eye, both turning to you they still held their smile and tightened their grip on you. You could feel Luffy’s dark black hair tickle your thighs as he looked up at you and Nami’s log post against your arm.

“Your okay with it right..?”

You felt a chill run down your spine as you almost shivered from their look..even though they were still smiling somewhat brightly at you, they had this look in your eye..a look alone that terrified you..

“Yes of course..t-that’s fine with hah..” you laughed nervously as to not displease them..making them mad wasn’t the best choice for…

Multiple reasons you suspected.

A few hours had passed ever since you “good” news about being protected at night. You were currently in Nami’s office, reading a book the Robin let you borrow quietly while Luffy was laying his head in your lap and talking your ear off while eating some meat, another one of his adventures he was talking about and you couldn’t help but glance at Nami who was working on one of her maps.

A smile on her face formed whenever Luffy hugged you tighter or mentioned you like you were one of his crew members.

You honestly just couldn’t wait until you could go back home..away from the very much possessive and bit obsessed Navigator and Captain you’ve encountered.

What a surprise they had planned for you..

A sudden loud crash of the waves and a clank of anchor caught your attention and threw you out of your thoughts as you blinked and looked out the window of the ship. “Did you two hear that?..” you said softly while scanning the waters for anything remotely interesting to just keep their attention off of you.

Nami sighed and got up, putting her hands on hips, her lips burning up in a comedic snarl as she tapped a finger on her lower hip. “I swear if those idiots are doing anything stupid again…they should know not to interrupt our time with you.” She Saïd muttering the last part while giving Luffy a look. Your eyebrows furrowed at her last comment but before you could even say anything, luffy got up from your lap and stretched.

“I’m sure everything’s okay!” He Saïd cheerily as you got up and glanced at the window again briefly.

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Once you were outside and looked around you heard voices..in fact you heard a familiar one..and there they stood. Your fiancé in the flesh. Your eyes widened and felt so confused..

Zoro was staring at them with a almost grim expression Knowing how they just wanted your money to begin with, who wouldn’t be suspicious and cautious? He had his hand on his sword as your fiancé talked and seemed to be acting a bit worried for you.

Not thinking in the moment, you rushed over to to your fiancé with a frown, arms crossed.

Not even realizing the shadow covering Nami’s and luffy’s faces…

“What are you doing here “F/N?!” You couldn’t let chin of the idea of getting my money that badly?!” You huffed while placing your hands on your hips. By now most of the crew were gathered around on deck to watch the scene and make sure nothing happens.

You sighed softly and glared at the person in front of you as he started to speak. All of frustration with the two clingy pirates had gotten you riled up..

“Darling..you have it all wrong! I don’t just want you for your money and should know that! And even if I did..why do you choose to let these pirates help you? Just come home with me my love and we can all work this out-”

They took your hands and slowly tried to kiss you, leaning forward as your eyes widened in complete shock and you froze.

Before you could even think of doing anything, you felt your fiancés body shaking violently..he was being electrocuted by Nami’s clima-tact. You gasped at he violence in front of you but it only got worse as she kicked them square in the jaw while Luffy punched him so many times that your eyes were dizzy and he was bleeeding out more spots you could count.

By this time your fiancé was on the floor and looking beaten up. Nami said nothing while Luffy ordered everyone to get rid of him. No one knew what he meant but…everyone didn’t want to know.

After the whole ordeal you stood there silently, trying to piece together what happened while staring out the sea, only to feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist with someone hugging your arm. You gulped and could already tell who it was..

Nami smiled at you whine Luffy chuckled as he nuzzled his head in the back of your neck.

“Hey Y/N?” Luffy’s cheerful voice said despite the fact that he might have possibly killed a man said.

“..y-yea..?”

“Well we were just thinking..you’ve been here for a long time and well..we wanted to ask if you were interested in joking our crew after we help save your kingdom?” Nami asked softly with that kind voice she only used towards you.

You paused and your heart stopped. Join them?…no.. you couldn’t possibly..it’s only been a few weeks on this ship and you wanted nothing more than to leave already.

“Y-That’s very kind of you guys to offer but-”

Nami’s face fell and Luffy’s smile faded into a serious frown.

“But what? We know you’ll miss your home but don’t worry, we’ll give you time to say goodbye!”

“But I-”

“Yea don’t sweat it! You’ll adjust just fine and we’ll help you throughout the way..even if you dint feel like it but we know you’ll do it right?? After all we’ll be protecting you so you don’t gotta worry about a thing!”

“After all..you do want your kingdom to be saved right?...we’d hate to have to…worsen things..”

“…..”

“So it’s a yes isn’t it??”

At this point..by their penetrating stares and their tight, protective yet caring grip around you..

You just gave it up..

“Yes..I’d be delighted to join..”

They both grinned fro ear to ear and kissed your cheek.

“We knew you’d say yes! We’re so glad you weren’t difficult time-taking!!”

They then went on to start their blabber about all the fun adventures you go on and how when they set sail after saving your home it would be so much fun..

A heiresses protectors couldn’t help but be a little..insistent at times…

Hey guys!! I really really hope you like this one because I had a lot of fun writing it and I’m sorry for taking so long to post 😭😭 I’ve had tests and gotten sick so yea ‼️😭 but I’m back to work and will be posting more frequently!! I’ll even try to write a story every day like I said on my announcement 😉 bye my petals! I really holed you like this one and thank you to whoever requested this! I loved the idea! Goodbyes guys and good night/morning/ evening depending where you live! ❤️❤️🌸

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Seven

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Seven: One Hell of a Celebration

Summary: It's the night before the Cricket Tournament, but a celebration just means more work (and bothers) for (Y/N) and Sebastian.

            “My, how handsome you look tonight, Mr. Noir,” said Sebastian playfully as (Y/N) entered the hall hosting the June third celebration of the Interhouse Cricket Tournament.

            (Y/N) smirked. “Thank you, Mr. Michaelis. You look quite dashing yourself.”

            They both wore their housemaster uniforms, but (Y/N) had traded their robes for some embroidery at the ends, and their suit vest was more decorative than usual. Sebatian had traded his cross for a more decorative one—the most ironic change a demon could make.

            “Now, shall we take our places for the opening speech?” said Sebastian.

            “We shall,” said (Y/N).

            They walked to their spots at the front of the crowd with their fellow housemasters, each itching to reach out and hold the other’s hand. On the dais before them, Agares stood and looked out over the crowd. He cleared his throat, and all of the guests quieted. This was the one event where outsiders could come to the college, and so there were a variety of people—family and highly connected businessmen—milling about in formal attire (fortunately, (Y/N) and Sebastian had yet to bump into the Midfords or anyone else who might notice them).

            “I do beg your pardon for interrupting your conversations, ladies and gentlemen,” said Agares. “Hello, everyone. I welcome you all and thank you for attending the opening ceremony of our storied Fourth of June Cricket Tournament. I am delighted to once again be able to hold the tournament this year. Please enjoy the festivities this tournament’s eve.” He cleared his throat. “Now then…” He threw out a hand dramatically. “Team representatives of each house, come forth!”

            The sound of heavy marching approaching the doors of the hall, and the crowd gasped.

            “What’s going on?!”

            “The floor, it’s shaking?!”

            The doors flung wide open.

            “Here they come!” cried the younger students. “Their overwhelming physical prowess and teamwork are second to none!”

            “Absolute champions, top of the world—the Green Lions!”

            Each member of Green house wore gleaming armor and green tunics. A cap fluttered over Greenhill’s shoulders, and he carried a torch. Edward and other members of the house carried Green Lion flags. Everyone was serious and carried themselves nobly.

            “Big brother! You look so handsome!” cheered a familiarly bubbly voice from within the crowd, and (Y/N) and Sebastian smothered chuckles as Edward’s face turned red in embarrassment.

            “I remember wearing armor like that,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “Awfully cumbersome. Not my style at all.”

            Sebatian chuckled.

            A moment after Green House took their places in the hall, rose petals flew through the air. The crowd gasped, and the women began whispering.

            “Look!” exclaimed students. “It’s the second-place house that drove Green House into a corner last year! Captivating spectators with their elegant plays!”

            “Brillian Eden, garden of fine plays—the Scarlet Foxes!”

            Dressed in kingly regalia, the Red House entered. Holding a candelabra in one hand and a rose in the other, Redmond entered with a smirk. Scarlet robes draped over ornate clothing, and behind him, the members of his house smiled sweetly at the crowd with roses and banners raised high. They looked every bit the lords they one day would be. As they passed through the crowd, women swooned, and various house members kissed hands and greeted all who saw them in a gentlemanly, albeit flirtatious, manner.

            “I once wore such clothing,” said Sebastian fondly. “I was able to order others around to my heart’s content, and I played my role well.”

            “What type of contract asked for that?” said (Y/N), raising a brow.

            “An ambitious woman looked to take a throne for herself and needed someone to act as king,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) smirked slightly at the idea of the power imbalance that usually kept women from advancing in society as they wished to turn on its head. That was their favorite type of contract.

            Sebastian was pleased to see (Y/N)’s approval of his contract. They were both unique in having personal principles over the types of contracts they took, so it wasn’t strange to compare why they had taken certain masters over the years.

            Fwoosh!

            The lights of the hall went out, and everyone jumped. In the empty doorway, a single torch lit, and the flame danced in the darkness. Smoke filtered into the room.

            “Could this be?!” exclaimed shaky voices. “The house team they say throws their opponents into confusion with unpredictable trick plays?”

            “The swarming specters of the ghost legion—the Violet Wolves!”

            From the middle of the crowd, Purple House appeared. Everyone jumped as the figures, cloaked in black and carrying lanterns carved into skulls, moved among them.

            “Very sorcerer-like,” said Sebastian. “Or should I say witch?” He smirked.

            (Y/N) tutted and shook their head, not dignifying that with a response.

            “They’re at their tricks from the start, what with not coming in through the doors…” said a few frightened patrons.

            Fwee!

            Everyone looked up as the lights were lit once more and owls soared into the hall.

            “Those birds are…”

            “That house, is it?”

            “Though their physical strength may leave much to be desired, they aim for an opportunity to win the championship with their strategic game plans…”

            “Attack of the cornered rats, God only knows—the Sapphire Owls.”

            Blue House stepped into the hall. Each wore long blue robes and carried an owl perched on their arm. Scholarly caps rested on their head, and Bluewer held a staff with a lantern atop it.

            Everyone clapped as they passed, but after the tepid introduction, the arrival felt somewhat unimpressive (though, what did they expect as the house that came last every year?).

            “Ciel! You look absolutely charming! Give it your best!” cheered Elizabeth.

            Ciel blushed, and (Y/N) and Sebastian chuckled.

            After all the houses took their places, the P4 stepped up to a large firepit, each holding their lantern, candle, or torch.

            “Now!” Agares raised his hand. “Light the flame of Saint George!”

            “We the players—” began Greenhill.

            “—in accordance with the great tradition of Weston College—” continued Bluewer.

            “—shall fight fair and square until the very end—” added Redmond.

            “—this we do solemnly swear,” finished Violet.

            The large cup lit on fire, and the flames curled up into the air. Everyone cheered and clapped, and the players whooped.

            “Now, I do hereby declare open the Interhouse Cricket Tournament of 1889!” announced Agares. “Tomorrow will surely be a day of fierce battles. So please enjoy this evening’s opening festivities to your heart’s content.”

            The crowd applauded as Agares walked off the dais. The instant he stepped onto the stairs, he tripped and tumbled down. The crowd gasped.

            “Vice Headmaster?!” cried another housemaster.

            “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me,” said Agares, standing.

            Sebastian frowned. Once again, the vice principal had fallen and acted strangely.

            However, the party began to really grow into a proper celebration. Purple House crowded around a table, and people fearfully avoided them. Green House eagerly ate to gain strength for the coming day. Red House instantly mingled with the crowd—mostly eager women.

            “Hmph, what a very relaxed bunch,” said Bluewer. “Blue House, we will hold a meeting to perfect our strategy. We cannot afford to waste even a minute.”

            “Understood!” said Blue House.

            “Don’t be such a bore.” A woman put her hand on Bluewer’s shoulder. “Let down your hair a bit, why don’t you?”

            Bluewer jumped as seven women, a few older and a few younger, surrounded him. “Big sister?”

            “Let your hair down, let your hand down!” chanted two younger girls.

            “Look at you acting all high and mighty when you’re the exact opposite at home,” teased another sister.

            “The little boy who would always play house with me has grown up to be a prefect. How perfectly novel!” laughed another woman.

            “Big sister!” Poor Bluewer was red with embarrassment. “Please stop with the unnecessary commentary and go over there, would you?”

            “ ‘Unnecessary?!’ ” exclaimed another sister. “How dare you?!”

            “Ah, how do you do, everyone?” said a sister, smiling kindly. “Thank you for treating our little brother kindly.”

            “Big brother, where’s Lord Edgar?” chirped another girl.

            The entire picture of Bluewer trying to fend off his seven sisters was quite entertaining, and the Sapphire Owl house members were fighting not to chuckle at their prefect.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian smirked in amusement before speaking to the guests around them, mingling like model housemasters. Sebastian was irked by the several women who flirted with (Y/N). To the women, they were the ideal husband—attractive, intelligent, and gentile. Sebastian, too, was experiencing his fair amount of advances, but he was not paying them any mind and was instead busy to ensuring that any private conversation women attempted to have with (Y/N) was interrupted. What could Sebastian say? He was a jealous lover.

            “You seem quite intent on interrupting my discussions, Mr. Michaelis,” said (Y/N), smirking as they were drawn away from yet another unmarried lady.

            “I’m sure it was hardly stimulating conversation, Mr. Noir,” said Sebastian, raising a brow.

            (Y/N) tutted and shook their head in amusement, knowing full well they’d use this emotion to their benefit later—when they had privacy.

            Speaking of jealousy, Ciel had been cornered by a few of Bluewer’s sisters, who were analyzing his position as a potential suitor, and Elizabeth had immediately interceded.

            “Pleased to make your acquaintance, everyone!” she said formally, if not forcefully. “I am Ciel’s bride-to-be, Elizabeth.”

            Edward lunged and throttled poor Ciel for daring to hurt his sister’s feelings.

            “Blue House is boisterous as always,” chuckled Redmond.

            “Ciel! That strange house looks good on you!” laughed Soma.

            “I still can’t believe you were chosen to play for your house,” said Ciel.

            “Naturally!” said Soma.

            “Kadar is a deft hand at cricket, you know,” said Harcourt, smiling.

            “Cricket, introduced by the British, is all the rage in India,” said Soma. “Why, I even assembled my own team at the royal palace.”

            “Ah, Lord Edgar!” said one of Bluewer’s sisters. “How long must I wait before you ask me to dance?!”

            “Perhaps such time as you stop trampling on my feet?” teased Redmond kindly.

            “You are so cruel!” exclaimed the sister.

            “What foul words to fling at a fair lady, Edgar!”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian froze at the voice, and Ciel went blank in shock.

            Viscount Druitt stood in the middle of the crowd, and all eyes were immediately on him. Women stared with hearts in the eyes, and Druitt smiled out at everyone.

            “Ah, Viscount Druitt!” cheered the women.

            “How is he everywhere?” groaned (Y/N).

            “He is quite well-known,” sighed Sebastian.

            “Have my teachers escaped you, dear nephew?” bemoaned Druitt.

            “Uncle Aleister,” greeted Redmond with a smile.

            “Non!” said Druitt. “Do not call me uncle!” Undoubtedly, it made him feel old.

            “That explains the similarities of their appearances,” said Sebastian, raising a brow.

            “Ah! My beloved alma mater! The fresh springtime of my youth, like roses moist with morning dew, washes over me as if it were only yesterday!” As per usual, Druitt waxed poetry, and people adored it.

            “Luckily, his nephew is suspicious but not nearly as creepy,” muttered (Y/N). “Speaking of which, I’m going to leave before I get spotted—”

            “Ah!” Druitt’s eyes landed on them.

            Damn, why is it always me?

            “You, sir! What a face!” Druitt ran towards them and took their hand in his. “Truly, you may be a dashing man, but you have the grace of the feminine form! What an entrancing combination! Truly, a mysterious beauty worthy of a poet’s praise!”

            Even when I’m presenting masculine… sighed (Y/N). “What a…compliment, sir,” they forced out, shaking Druitt’s hand.

            Proud of himself, Druitt turned away to address the women beginning to gather around him.

            “Every time,” sighed (Y/N) as they drifted back to Sebastian’s side.

            Sebastian chuckled. He knew damn well Druitt had no chance of getting close to (Y/N), so, although his possessiveness had once again been piqued, he was also fairly amused by the endless compliments Druitt seemed to have for (Y/N), no matter the disguise.

            “There is quite a troublesome group gathering, indeed,” said Sebastian. Between Soma and the Midfords all in one place, it wouldn’t be wise to stay around. “Let us keep our distance.”

            “I daresay I agree with you,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            The pair turned away. The instant they did, a hand landed on each of their shoulders, and they froze. Turning, they faced one of the only human faces that could inspire any sort of twinge of trepidation—Marchioness Francis Midford.

            “You there, indecent manservant and maid, what brings you here?” she snapped.

            Of course she caught us, thought (Y/N) and Sebastian.

            “Goodness me, Marchioness Midford…” said Sebastian.

            “Good evening, Marchioness…” said (Y/N).

            “Look at you two!” she exclaimed. She grabbed Sebastian’s hair, and he stared at her in shock and a bit of surprised fright at a human being so forceful. “What housemaster in his right mind would go around in so dissipated a guise as this?” She turned her ire on (Y/N), and they coughed and stepped back quickly. “And you, what maid goes about dressed so?” She narrowed her eyes. “Hmph. No matter.” Francis put her hands on her hips and regarded them carefully. “iF you two are here and disguised so, then that must mean that Ciel’s enrollment at Weston is…”

            Sebastian bowed. “It is as you suspect, my lady.”

            “I do hope you can overlook my appearance due to the situation,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Hmph,” said Francis. That was all the acknowledgement they’d get.

            Elizabeth noticed Francis talking to the pair, and she blinked. “Oh? Why, if it isn’t (Y/N)—”

            “Ssh,” said (Y/N), winking and pressing a finger to their lips. Sebastian smirked.

            Elizabeth got the message and quieted instantly, but Edward and Alexis had already noticed the discussion going on.

            “Oh, who are these chaps, Mother?” asked Edward, staring as blankly as his father. “Sirs, are you acquainted with my mother?”

            “Oh, really now, you two!” said Elizabeth. “Those tutors are…” She whispered to them, and Edward and Alexis stared.

            “It has been quite a while, gentlemen,” greeted Sebastian.

            “A fine evening, isn’t it?” remarked (Y/N), smiling.

            “Ooh,” said Alexis. “I didn’t realize at all.”

            “Me neither,” agreed Edward.

            “You mean you actually hadn’t noticed and weren’t keeping quiet about this the whole time?!” exclaimed Ciel.

            “Edward Midford, you are in one of my classes,” sighed (Y/N), pinching the bridge of their nose. Apparently, it was the women in that family that were observant.

            Edward shrugged. “I didn’t look to closely.” He beamed. “And when Lizzie’s around, everyone else fades into the background, don’t they?”

            “Don’t come out and say that like it’s some kind of given,” sighed Ciel.

            “Does your work have anything to do with tomorrow’s matches?” asked Edward. Apparently, Ciel’s presence at Weston College had at least piqued some alarm.

            “Can’t say it doesn’t, but you can have at it without worrying about that,” said Ciel.

            “Then that’s just what I’ll be doing,” said Edward with a competitive grin.

            “I’ll cheer my heart out for you, so make sure you come back victorious!” said Elizabeth, hugging Ciel.

            “R-Right,” said Ciel. After seeing her kill hordes of bizarre dolls, he was still amazed by her usual personality.

            “You talk as if the perennially last place Blue House has even a hope of winning!” snapped Edward, huffing over Elizabeth cheering for Ciel.

            “Oh, but it does.” Alexis smiled. “Blue House did once win the tournament a long time ago.”

            “Are you perhaps talking about the Miracle of Sapphires?!” A redheaded young boy ran up to the group, and Ciel jumped. He shook Alexis’s hand brightly and introduced himself. “I’m McMillan, Phantomhive’s best friend!” Ciel blinked at that. “Oh, won’t you tell us the story, Marquess?!”

            “I doubt Soma would be pleased to hear his place taken,” tutted (Y/N) in amusement, and Sebastian smirked.

            “Very well, young man!” said Alexis. “It was back when I too resided in Green House and was the prefect’s drudge, just like Ed.”

            He dove into the Miracle of Sapphires, telling of how Diedrich, a Baron from Germany and the prefect of Green House in that time, was angry at Vincent Phantomhive, the prefect of Bue House at that time, for not making any preparations for the cricket tournament. The two ended up in a dispute that was more Diedrich upset than Vincent being at all concerned, but a feud began nonetheless, and they made a bet. If Diedrich and Green House won the tournament, then Vincent would have to renounce his position as prefect. If Vincent and Blue House won, then Vincent would a single mystery order for Diedrich to follow. The bet was set, and everyone expected Blue House to be beaten as usual and for Vincent to be humiliated.

            But that was not what happened. Once the tournament had ended, Sapphire Owl House was victorious, and Vincent had won the bet.

            “And Vincent and Diedrich became quite close business partners ever since!” finished Alexis, beaming. Everyone stared in surprise for various reasons.

            “Ah, business partners,” said (Y/N), knowing that meant the Guard Dog of the Queen had his connections in Germany.

            “The-The previous Earl was in Blue House?” said Ciel, blinking. He clearly hadn’t ever known it and wasn’t sure what to think.

            “I can’t believe your dad was the key player in the Miracle of Sapphires!” cried McMillan.

            “Ah, you didn’t know, hm, Ciel?” Alexis’s smile turned melancholy at how much Ciel had never learned of his father due to his death.

            “Father was a drudge…?” said Elizabeth.

            “He’s younger than Uncle Vincent…?” said Edward.

            Ignoring the insults from his children, Alexis smiled and put his hands on Ciel’s shoulders. “It was truly a brilliant game. It pains me to say this, but we were utterly clobbered. You have the blood of a genius game strategist in your veins. Have faith in yourself and give it your best.

            “Oh!” exclaimed Soma, noticing Agares approaching the dais again. “Something’s about to begin.”

            “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting,” he said. “We will not draw lots to decide the tournament fixtures.” Agares gestured to Clayton. “You there, lend me your hat.” He took the scholarly hat—(Y/N)’s nose twitched at him not using his own; it felt off—and dropped two pairs of tokens into the hat. “Now, then, head housemasters, come forward and draw lots.” All four housemasters put their hands into the cap.

            Ciel and (Y/N) smirked as Sebastian dipped his hand in. They knew he’d get just the token they needed for their strategy to work perfectly. After all, the game had already begun. What use had they for miracle wins when they had tricks? Miracles were a thing of Heaven; tricks were a thing of Hell.

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So do you remember the royal consorts portraits going around royal simblr? Well inspired by @funkyllama, @warwickroyals, @thegrimalldis and @trentonsimblr I did my version of it but instead of it being just consorts this gallery also features some of Charleston's most notable rulers! Have a calming drink cause it's a long post!

King Henri & Queen Astrid [ruled from 1382 to 1401]. Founders and the first King and Queen of Charleston.

King Erik ‘the Bloodfist’ & Queen Sigrid [ruled from 1435 to 1448]. Successful war leaders who united the warring Northern Tribes and conquered parts of Nord and Rionnag. They were also both spellcasters.

Queen Sofia [ruled from 1448 to 1549]. The first female ruler of Charleston and also the youngest monarch to ever rule. Changed the succession law to equal. Had 3 husbands during her reign. Was a spellcaster like her parents. She also currently has the longest reign.

Queen Märtha [ruled from 1562 to 1576]. Second wife of King Fredrik. She was a Nordian princess that married Fredrik for political reasons, but the couple ended up actually falling in love. During her reign she convinced Fredrik to return taken territories back to Rionnag and Nord and established Nord as a minority language.

Queen Henrietta [ruled from 1662 to 1677]. First consort with a university education. Established laws for women's equality as well as criminalized marriages for anyone under the age of 15. She was also an excellent spymaster.

Queen Sylvia [ruled from 1732 to 1753]. A known patron of arts she helped funding the construction of Charleston's Opera House. Took over the crown after the death of her husband, King Gustav III and reigned until her death.

Queen Victoria I & Prince Consort Harald. [Ruled from 1834 to 1870]. Victoria I wrote several laws protecting children's rights into action, including work laws and the age of equal consent. Harald was one of the founding members of the Nordic Alliance and served as a representative there during it's first 3 years.

Queen Inga & Sir Arthur Johnson [Ruled from 1887 to 1935]. Queen Inga is the only ruler to have used a veto for their marriage. She took the crown after the death of her first husband King Gustav VI; who famously ordered the Spellcaster Purge. Sir Arthur was the last active duty royal knight, and an important character in stabilizing the nation after the purge and it's resulted conflicts.

King Carl-Gustav IV & Queen Arianne (pictured here as Crown Prince and Princess) [Ruled from 1935 to 1960]. First royal couple to have their wedding televised. Both were well known children's rights advocates and build multiple safe homes for kids around the world. Queen Arianne also founded the Children's Royal Library, a charity organization focusing on giving books to children and raising literacy rates.

King Daniel [Ruled from 1992 to 2004] & Queen Marissa [Ruled from 2004 to 2026]. During his rule Daniel added a third gender option to law and hosted multiple LGBT+ charity events. His wife Marissa continued his work after his passing and was a very vocal supporter of her grandson Henrik's relationship with Michael.

Queen Victoria II & Prince Consort Benjamin [Ruled from 2026 - 2036]. Victoria II abolished the law preventing heirs from marrying foreigners in 2034. She also was an accomplished military general and diplomat. Benjamin was a human rights advocate and an exceptional diplomat who's efforts in the field gained him several medals of recognition, the highest being the Nordic Union Cross of diplomacy.

King Henrik & Prince Consort Michael [Ruled from 2036 - ]. First same sex ruling couple. Henrik legalized spellcasters and set them protection laws. He's also the first spellcaster ruler since The Spellcaster Purge. Michael is a former competitive swimmer and nowadays a patron of Charleston's national swimming team. He served in the military during the Charleston-Salix war and earned the "Heart of Lion" -medal of courage for his actions.

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A snoop maybe? :)

Snooooop! Sorry about the wait, all :( Life is great right now, but very busy!! All the love <3 <3 <3

Remus surprised him every day. He didn’t even glance at a map, just took them effortlessly down the street until they reached a set of stairs with a huge C on it, and then onto a train with a matching letter.

“I didn’t know you knew how to navigate the subway.”

“While the team took car services everywhere, I took the trains,” Remus replied. “It’s nice to feel like you can get anywhere on your own.” When Sirius stumbled at a particularly hard jerk of the car, Remus’ arm circled his waist beneath his suit jacket, warm through his shirt, and kept him steady—though he was definitely laughing at him.

“Shut up,” Sirius grumbled, eyeing two young women who were not holding onto anything and had hardly swayed an inch.

“My ten foot tall baby lion.” Remus angled his head up, asking for a kiss. “Still growing into his paws. Better hold on tight.”

Sirius ducked his smile into Remus’ soft mouth and and lay his fingers over Remus’ on the metal pole.

The street they came up on was filled with restaurants and outdoor cafe tables. Each glow held something. Soft candles. The sound of a cocktail shaker interrupting the beat of music. Laughter. Wine glasses catching the light. The scent of basil, or steak. A waiter bringing out a birthday cake and a guy half covering his embarrassed grin while his friends sang to him, loud and off-key.

Anonymous. These people were living, simple and true, in the gentle May night.

“Here we are,” Remus said.