#(not that soft shading is bad it just isn't what i'm going for)

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Everybody's favourite smug big brother is here!

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Can't Help Myself - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: You make your boyfriend cum in his pants.💀

Contains: Making out, dry humping.

A/N: First off, this is a little short. My life has been a little crazy lately, and with the stress of moving and life in general, I kind of forgot how to write. This obviously isn't anything super crazy, but ya girl hasn't posted in a fucking MONTH and I'm trying to get back into writing so bear with me!

You knew that Ethan was a virgin before you started dating him. You were more than okay with waiting for him to be ready, because even though he’d never come out and say it, he really wanted it to be special, and the perfect time.

There were a few times when things would be getting a little hot and heavy between the two of you, and you’d always pull away before it could go past just making out, and Ethan was starting to get a little frustrated with it.

After a long day, Ethan was so excited to spend time with you. You watched a movie together and were cuddling on his bed in his dorm before a simple kiss turned into a very heated make out session. You were a little surprised when he pulled you on top of him, your legs resting on either side of his hips as you straddled him.

As his lips moved with yours, you felt his hand start to inch up underneath the back of your shirt when you pulled away and started to laugh.

“Why’d you stop?” he asked, his lips pouty as you shook your head.

“It’s not the right time, baby,” you said, as he sighed.

“How is it not the right time?” he questioned, as you rolled your eyes.

“Because Chad will be here soon. You don’t want to be interrupted, do you?”

“I mean…that sounds kind of hot,” he said, as you smirked at him.

“We can make out, but that’s it.”

“Fine,” he huffed as he clung to your shirt, pulling you back down to connect your lips again.

As you adjusted to get a little more comfortable, he gasped into the kiss. You were already turned on, and once you felt how hard he was underneath you, your pussy was throbbing as you squirmed against him.

You soon felt his hands on your hips, moving you back and forth. The friction it gave your clit had you craving so much more as you tried to hold in all the sounds that were building in your throat.

Before you knew it, your body had a mind of it’s own. You pulled away and looked down at Ethan as your hips rocked over his, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the feeling.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, as he watched the way you moved, the grip on your hips getting even tighter.

“That feel good?” you asked, as he quickly nodded and moved you even faster against him.

Part of you wanted to give in and give him what he wanted, but you knew you didn’t have the time. But once his mouth fell open and soft whimpers were flying out, you were sure that you could get him off just like this.

His brows were furrowing once you added more pressure, as moans started flying out of your mouth and his. He didn’t want to take his eyes off you, but once they started fluttering, it got a lot harder for him.

“Shit,” he groaned, as his legs started to move against the sheets underneath him.

“You gonna cum, baby?”

As soon as those words left your mouth, he let out a loud whine, his hips jerking a little underneath you as his eyes screwed shut. His chest was heaving as you giggled, a blissful smile playing on his lips before it turned to a frown.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as he refused to let his gaze meet yours.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, as you glanced down at the wet patch on the front of his sweatpants. “It’s not a bad thing.”

“I just came in my pants…that’s so embarrassing,” he said, as you ran your hands over his chest. “Fuck, when we actually do have sex, it’ll probably only last thirty seconds.”

“It’s okay if it does,” you said, as he finally looked at you. “And I like that I made you cum just from grinding against you like that. I think it’s hot.”

“Really?” he asked, his smile returning to his lips as you nodded.

“Yeah. It felt good for me, too,” you said, as he bit his bottom lip.

Just as he was about to speak again, the door opened as Chad walked on.

“Whoa,” Chad said, covering his eyes with his hand once he noticed you were on top of Ethan.

“We’re still wearing clothes,” you said, laughing a little as Chad peaked through his fingers to look at you and Ethan.

“I feel like I’m going to actually walk in on the two of you one day,” he said, sighing as he sat his stuff down.

“How do you know you didn’t just now?” you joked, as Chad snapped his head in your direction again.

“Wait…if you guys were going to do it, I can leave,” he said, as he started walking towards the door. “I didn’t mean to cock block.”

“We weren’t going to,” Ethan said, as he smirked at you. “But if you wouldn’t mind, I would like a copy of your schedule for whenever we do want to be alone.”

“Dude, just text me. I can hang out in the library or something,” Chad said, as Ethan scoffed.

“Do you even know where that is?”

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

shy!matt isn't the biggest fan of horror movies, so he uses you for a distraction.

thank you @bernardsbendystraws for the idea, love you <3

matt flinches beside you as another jumpscare flashes across the screen, his body tensing as ringed fingers grip the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white as he pulls it close to his neck, squinting through long lashes in a desperate attempt to continue watching the horror movie.

you can't help but grin in amusement at matt's reactions, grabbing a handful of buttery popcorn and trying to stifle your laughter by shoving the popcorn into your mouth, but the sight of matt's wide eyes and fidgeting makes it nearly impossible for you to remain silent.

when a figure suddenly appears on the screen, matt gasps loudly — a sound that's half a squeak, and half a started yelp. you watch as he sinks further into the couch, knuckles turning an even paler shade of white as he pulls the blanket up over his chin, leaving only his wide, terrified eyes visible.

"i hate this," he mutters, his voice coming out slightly muffled from the safety of the blanket. "i hate this movie."

"it's not that bad," you hum, casually shoving another handful of popcorn into your mouth. "it's predictable as fuck."

"does it look like i'm predicting the jumpscares?" matt whines helplessly beside you, his voice a mix of exasperation and fear which causes you to laugh, reaching over to gently stroke his hair in a comforting gesture as he continues. "how am i supposed to know when—"

matt is abruptly cut off by another piercing scream, and you aren't sure if the sound came from the movie or from him, and you choke on your popcorn as matt flings the blanket over his head, trembling beneath the comforter.

"matt!" you call out his name, laughing loudly, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. you cough and splutter, thumping your chest with your fist to clear your throat, and the sight of him quaking beneath the blanket only makes you laugh harder.

under the blanket, matt stays hidden, completely overwhelmed and refusing to even watch the rest of the movie, and you allow him to do as he pleases, but your laughter dies down and is replaced by curiosity when you feel matt shift beside you, moving to lay between your legs beneath the blanket.

you go to call out his name, to question him on what he's doing, but the words get caught in the back of your throat when matt pulls your shorts and under to the side, gently parting your folds with trembling fingers.

"matt..?"

"shh.." his breathing shudders as he shushes you, and you feel his nose brush against your skin as he leans in close. "need... need a distraction, okay? just.. just need this."

his tongue is already darting out to taste you before you could even reply, and your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, your hips raising towards his face as your hand slips beneath the blanket, tangling your fingers in his hair and guiding him closer to your heat.

soft moans escape your lips, the horror movie playing in the background fading into white noise — you don't even care about the movie anymore, and you most definitely can't concentrate when you're feeling matt's tongue lapping at your pussy, mouth sucking gently on your clit.

you arch your back off the couch, pushing your pussy more firmly against matt's mouth as you breathlessly whisper his name at the smooth slide of his tongue. his hands begin to wander, caressing your thighs and thumbing circles over your clit.

the dual sensation of his talented mouth and fingers pushes you closer to the edge, and you roll your hips in time with matt's licks, seeking more friction and pressure.

the messy noises is what makes your body tense too, your toes curling as the knot inside your stomach wounds tighter and tighter with matt's relentless rubbing on your clit, your gummy walls clenching around matt's probing tongue as you buck wildly, grinding your soaked folds against his face as your orgasm hits.

matt continues lapping at you until you collapse back onto the couch, panting heavily as you desperately try to catch your breath while matt crawls out from beneath the covers, capturing a glimpse of his glistening chin and lips as he moves up your body, refusing to meet your eyes as he lays above you comfortably, tucking his face in the crevice of your neck as his arms wind around your back, holding you close as you come down.

© STURNIOZ

[anime-in-new-albion]

Be Prepared ~ Leona Kingscholar

Summary: Leona is sick and tired of constantly being the second. Now, he's ready to reclaim what should have been his in the first place. And he can't do it without you.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1645

Warning: overdramatic Leona

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A/N: Inspired by Be Prepared from the Lion King

"Leona?" You call out to him in the botanical garden. If there was one place you were sure to always find the sleepy lion, it was the botanical garden. It was one of his favorite places to nap in, as it was perfectly warm and adequately shaded.

It didn't take you long to find him sleeping under a couple of palm trees, the fronds shading his face while the sun shone over his body to keep him warm. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep, not like the grumpy lion you knew and cared about. You almost wanted to leave him to rest, but you had important information to give him.

Gently brushing some hair out of his face, you whispered to him. "Leona? I have something for you. It's very important."

He groans in his sleep. "If it's not a kiss, I don't want it."

You sigh and press a soft kiss to his forehead. "There. Now will you wake up or will I have to splash water on your face?"

He lets out another groan before slowly opening his eyes. "Come to nap with me, or are you just here to annoy me?"

You hold up a letter under his nose. "Ruggie said this came in for you. He says it's an urgent letter from your parents."

Leona scowls, baring his teeth, as he snatches the letter from you. Sitting up, he rips it open with his teeth and unfolds the letter. "This better be important."

As he reads you watch his already stormy demeanor get darker. His grip on the paper tightens and a low growl rumbles out of him. You bite your lip before placing a comforting hand on his bicep. He doesn't flinch but he doesn't acknowledge the gesture either.

"They have some nerve sending me this." He snaps, balling up the letter.

"What? What is it?"

"An invitation back to Sunset Savanna for a big celebration of my father's rule and my brother's future reign."

"Oh." Is all you can say. You know how he feels about his family and especially his role as the second prince. His parents saw him as spoiled and selfish, while his brother saw him as unambitious and awkward. You wouldn't wish that kind of familial misunderstanding on anyone, least of all Leona. So for them to basically invite him to a party that would rub it in his face that he's nothing special, you weren't surprised he wasn't taking it well.

Leona scowls and leans back, hurling the letter into a pool of water nearby to disintegrate. "This is stupid. Why should I have to make some big appearance just because I'm a member of that so-called family? They don't care about me! They're only doing it to save face or whatever."

You sigh and gently run your hand up and down his arm in a soothing manner. You had no idea how you could begin to console him. He was right, the whole situation was unfair. But you also knew he would face severe consequences if he didn't go.

"I know." You softly reply. "I get you don't want to go, but you should. If not for your parents and your brother, but for your nephew. Cheka will be so disappointed if his favorite uncle isn't there to see him!"

He scowls at you. "I'm his only uncle."

"All the more reason you're his favorite!"

As he rolls his eyes, he crosses his arms over his chest. "Still. I'm not going just for that pipsqueak. I'm not going, period. And there is nothing you or anyone else can say that will make me go."

Well, he was right. You didn't have any right to tell him what he should or shouldn't do. But you also knew that things would not go well for him if he ignored this invitation like he was so adamant on doing.

"So there's nothing I can say or do that would get you to change your mind?"

"Nothing?"

You give a small sigh. "Well, that's too bad. You could have shown your parents and your brother just how fine of a King you could be if you went. But I guess you don't want to do that."

His ears flicked with annoyance, but you could tell there was some genuine curiosity with the gesture. "What are you talking about?"

You shrug and lean back, letting your finger trace in the sand below you. "Well, you know, Kings are expected to do all kinds of things they don't want to do. And they're forced to talk and mingle with the people of their Kingdom. If you went and did all of that, showing everyone just how charming you can be when you put your mind to it, well, your family would have to seriously consider you as a contender for the throne, wouldn't they?"

Leona looks over at you with a small frown. He looks like he's trying very hard not to believe you, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to see how far you would go with this. "My parents have already decided the heir would be Farena. I have no contention in becoming the next King."

"Perhaps not." You shrug, keeping your gaze steady with his. "But even if you aren't being considered as a potential heir, maybe you could show them how good of a royal you are. Maybe not King but some other title where you could shine?"

Your suggestion has him sneering at you. "You really think that would work? I've tried every trick in the book and nothing has ever changed. It's only Farena and his greatness, and then it will be Cheka and his greatness. I am nothing and no one to them."

"But why not try? It's not like you have anything to lose, right?"

He scowls and turns away from you. "It won't work. They don't care about what I think. They don't care about my vision for Sunset Savanna if I were to ever have a chance to lead."

"What is your vision?"

Your question causes him to pause. He glances at you from over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing at you. "Why do you want to know? Why do you even care?"

You give a small shrug, moving closer to him and giving him a hopeful smile. "I care because you care. I want to know because it's as you said, no one else wants to know. So I want to know. To show you that at the very least one person cares."

Leona stares at you for a good long while before sighing. He leans back again, takes a moment, and then begins to speak. "Sunset Savanna has a food shortage problem. Many of our poorest citizens often go hungry. I've been devising a plan to give everyone a fair chance at food to sustain them. I've got programs in mind for children to receive access to free food. I have ideas to increase trade with other Kingdoms to increase our import of food. I want to make it so no one in the Sunset Savanna ever goes hungry again."

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops a little at his words. He really did have this all planned out. You were impressed. For someone who didn't seem like they cared all that much, he really did have the best interests of the Kingdom in mind.

"Why don't you share that with your family? You have wonderful ideas, Leona! Surely your brother can implement those ideas when he becomes King?"

He scoffs and turns away from you again. "They don't care."

"Have you tried?"

"No..."

You scowl at him and give his forehead a flick, earning a hiss from the grumpy lion. Before he can yell in response, you yell at him first. "That's your problem! You haven't told them! I get you've felt inferior your whole life being in Farena's shadow and all, and I know you think they won't listen to you. But the least you could do is try! And if they still don't listen, then there must be something we can do on our own to help!"

Leona pauses again, a look of shock crossing over his face. "What do you mean by we?"

"I mean you and me." You give him a bright, encouraging smile. "I want to help! I love your idea, Leona, and I want to help you put your plans into action!"

A different, warmer look passes in his eyes, one that almost looks like gratitude and admiration, before it cools into his usual indifference. "You're just saying that."

"No, I'm not."

"You're being honest?"

"Yes."

"Swear on your life?"

"Cross my heart and everything." You make an X over your heart to further prove your point.

With a dramatic sigh, Leona throws his head back. "Why do I let you talk me into things? Fine. I'll go to the celebration."

You smile at him, and playfully punch his shoulder. "See? I knew you would come around."

He chuckles as he grabs your wrist. "On the condition that you come with me and help me present my ideas to my family."

You freeze at his words and feel all of the blood rush from your face. "A-are you sure you want me to go with you?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to put my plans into action?" He raises an eyebrow at you. His gaze then drops down to his hand still around your wrist. "Besides, I want you to come with me."

You slightly hesitate before giving a small nod. "O-okay. Alright. I'll go with you."

Smiling, Leona presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear. "I knew you would come around. I hope you're ready for what you got yourself into because it won't be easy. Be prepared."

[thestarsaboveme]

Song About Me

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sylus x reader | fluff/comfort

this was a request from a kind anon♡

tw/cw: mentions of excoriation disorder (skin picking), self-consciousness, scars, anxiety

note: sry, this isn't proof read. it's really late, and I wanted to post this before going to bed. so, if you read "stylus" instead of sylus anywhere. no you did not. (I hate my phone for auto correcting sylus to stylus every single time...)

You didn't want to leave your room.

The light through the window felt like it had too many eyes, like it touched every inch of your skin too closely. You had worn long sleeves all week, even when it was hot, even when it made Sylus frown with concern and offer you chilled water bottles or suggest taking a break under the shade.

But today...today it was too hot, too unbearable, and when you finally caved and changed into something short-sleeved, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and froze.

Red. Pink. Scabbed. Scarred. A trail of silent battles you never wanted the world to see. They stared back at you like flaws written in bold, like accusations you couldn't defend against.

You heard a soft knock at your door before you could retreat again.

"Y/N?" Sylus's voice was careful, warm. "We were gonna grab ice cream, remember?"

You hesitated, fingers curling around the edge of your sleeve.

"I'm not really feeling like going out anymore, " you called back, trying to sound casual.

There was a pause, then the door creaked open just slightly. Sylus peeked in, his white hair slightly tousled from the wind outside. The moment his gaze settled on you, his expression softened.

"Hey," he said gently, stepping inside. "Is something wrong?"

You opened your mouth, Closed it. Your throat felt too tight. You didn't want to explain. Didn't want to say, I feel uneasy in my own skin. I hate how I can't stop. I hate how I think people are looking at me at every opportunity.

But Sylus had always been good at reading silence.

His gaze flickered toward your arms, exposed now, and his brows drew together, not in judgment, but concern. He didn't stare. He looked. Just once. Then returned his gaze to your face.

"Bad day?" he asked, voice quiet.

You nodded.

I can't hide it today," you whispered. "And I know people are going to stare. They always do. I can feel it...I can't stand it."

Sylus stepped closer, but didn't touch you yet. He always waited.

"You know." he murmured. "when I first met you...I thought you were the strongest person I'd ever seen."

Your laugh came out bitter. "You must've been looking at someone else."

"I wasn't," he said simply. "You don't have to bleed in battle to be fighting. What you deal with, it's not small. It's not something you can just "willpower" away. But you wake up and keep going, even when your own skin feels like the enemy. That takes strength. And bravery."

You swallowed hard, heart squeezing.

"I just wish I could look normal," you said. "Even just once."

Sylus shook his head gently, and this time, he reached out, slowly, deliberately, fingertips brushing your hand.

"This is your normal," he said. "And there's nothing shameful about it. Not one scar, not one mark makes you any less beautiful to me."

Your breath caught.

His hand slid down, fingers lightly tracing one of the older scars on your forearm. His touch was featherlight. Not afraid. Not judging.

"You don't flinch when you touch me," you whispered.

"I never will," Sylus promised.

You blinked fast. Your eyes stung.

"Don't you think it's gross?" you asked, so quietly you hated yourself for even giving voice to it. "That I do this to myself? That I look like this?"

His answer was immediate.

"No."

One word, so firm it left no room for argument.

Then softer. "I think you're human. And I think you're in pain sometimes. And I'd rather be here, holding your hand through it, than let you carry it all alone."

You stared at him, lower lip trembling

He stepped even closer, until his forehead touched yours.

'"You don't have to hide from me. Not ever."

Something in your chest cracked open a little at his words.

And when you leaned into him, he wrapped you in his arms like you were something to protect, not something to fix. You pressed your face to his shoulder and let yourself breathe.

He didn't say anything more. Just held you, one hand rubbing slow circles over your back.

You weren't suddenly healed. The marks didn't vanish. The fear didn't evaporate.

But in Sylus's arms, under his quiet strength, the noise faded for a little while. And that was enough.

[angelluvs19]

Hi👋 I know nobody is gonna see this but i just love the idea of Luke with a ditzy girlfriend so I decided to write it myself. I'm not great at writing but I still wanted to post this somewhere bc I kinda like how it turned out <3 (if anyone does see this plz don't judge, like I said I'm bad at writing)

Ever since he met her he knew the guys at camp would be all over her. She was so innocent and would fall under their spell in a heart beat. Which is why he needed to make sure that he got to her first. He told himself that it was because he wanted to protect her, that the other guys would only use her. But in reality, there was more to it than that and he knew it.

There was something about her that drew him in. Mabey it was the way she got so flustered when she first met him. The way she looked up at him with those pretty blue eyes of hers, her cheeks a bright shade of pink. And the fact she stuttered when he asked for her name, making him smile.

Or mabey it was the way she dressed. She always wore skirts, even if she was at a camp. Shed wear a short white skirt with the classic orange camp half blood shirt. She always has a bow in her hair. Whether it was to hold in her pig tails, or a small pink clip with a bow on it in her long wavy hair.

Whatever it was he knew that he needed her to be his, and Luke always gets what he wants. Only a week into camp, she was all over him. She'd always stayed right by his side during capture the flag, and by the gods if anyone tried to hurt her they'd spend the rest of the day in the infirmary.

Or whenever the camp was doing activities, even something simple as bracelet making, she's always insisting that he help her. Stating that she can't tie it or that she cant find the right beads and needs his help. He knows that it's just stupid excuses so that he could be around her, but who was he to deny his princess?

And when she'd come crying to him because  of something random that happened to her he always Comforts her, no matter how small it is. Most of the time it's Clarisse making fun of her because she did something wrong, or one of the boys making sexual jokes towards her. But sometimes it's something as simple as her breaking her favorite blush, or ruining her favorite top. But he still whispers sweet praises and promises in her ear as she cries into his chest. "shh it's okay sweetheart. I know it hurts, but everything is going to be alright" or "I'm here okay, I'll make sure to protect you. No one can ever hurt you when your with me"

And one night when she was sitting in his lap crying, he finally makes a small move. "Do you want me to make you feel better?" He asks, his voice soft, hiding the undertone of lust he felt for her. Even when she's crying she's so pretty. When she nods, his hand starts creeping up her thigh until he reaches the hem of her panties.

When she questions what hes doing he just says something like "I'm helping you feel better. Isn't that what you want?" He asks, smiling at the small whimpers that leave her mouth as he rubs her clit through her pink panties. "See? It feels good doesn't it" he says, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves faster. Her soft moans and pleas only make him want her more.

And once he makes her cum once he just can't stop. He starts fingering her, most definitely taking her virginity. And when she complains about the pain, he just praises her softly. "I know baby, I know it hurts. You're doing such a good job princess. I promise it'll feel so good, even better than before". And he was right, soon she was moaning and whining while grinding her hips against his hand, only making him go faster. "That's it sweetheart, taking my fingers so well" 

And he doesn't stop until she on the verge of tears from the overstimulation. The second she catches her breath he lays her down on the bed, his hands immediately moving to unbutton his jeans to relieve his ranging hard on. "I know your tired baby, I'm only gonna take a minute okay?" He reassures you softly before sliding in, giving you time to adjust.

He knows that it hurts more than his fingers, and when you start crying from the pain he just kisses your cheek gently "hey, It's okay. I know it hurts darling. Just relax and let me take care of you okay? I'll protect you". He gives you extra time before moving in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Shh it's okay princess, it'll feel good soon" he says softly, thrusting a little faster. Soon she's squirming under him, begging to cum again. He fucks her a little faster, getting her closer to the edge. And when she finally does cum he talks her through it. "That's it baby, you look so pretty cumming on my cock. You're such a good girl for me. You're mine now aren't you? Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?"

He moans out praises before he pulls out and moves to cum on her pretty face. He smiles when her tounge lolls out to lick the cum off of him, but when she comes back to reality she starts complaining about how he ruined her makeup.

He laughs softly at her reaction and cleans off her face with a towel before laying down beside her, pulling her into his arms. "I'm sorry I ruined your makeup, when I leave camp again I'll bring back all the makeup you want" he promises as he runs his fingers through her hair, loving the way she smiles up at him. Eventually after a few minutes of cuddles and praise, she closes her eyes and nuzzles into his chest. "Aww is my princess tired?" He teases softly. "Sleep baby, you deserve it" he kisses your forehead as she falls asleep in his arms. He had her in his grasp, and no one was going to take her away from him.

[theallianceofcelestials]

May we acquire a drabble about a scenario within ETD?

A hypothetical situation, of course. What if, Eclipse had said he wouldn't stay with Ruin upon the second rig, if only for comfort or revenge on the crew, and Eclipse finds himself upon a third one, with the discovery of another eldritch, who seems to have taken pity and curiosity upon Eclipse?

(Eldritch Killcode, perhaps? ))

All I'm hearing is Dadcode, so beware. You have brought this upon us all. Thank you

This is not my best work, but eh

The third rig is not as bad as the last one was. But that doesn't make it good.

Still, he wouldn't really change his decision. It felt so satisfying watching those people burn away. His lover quite clearly agreed, shooting him one last wicked grin before everything disappeared into bright orange.

Now he's here, feeling way more detached than ever before. He can't wait for his lover to show up. He's almost certain he will.

So when the rig lurches just as they began drilling, and everything's sent flying in a way that's not familiar, he panics. Because that was not his lover.

He rushes off to engineering, to see if the issue is maybe there, but at the first locked door he experiences something that's quite chilling.

There's someone knocking on the door. Or perhaps something

Because while the sound itself is unfamiliar, a strange tap-tapping, the surety, the confidence, is quite familiar. That's how Ruin carries himself, and the eldritch being really has no reason not to be self-assured.

...

He's going to die, isn't he?

Still he reaches for the knob, because if there's one thing he learned about the eldritch, it's that they appreciate politeness and respect. So despite how much he doesn't want to, he pushes the door open. And when nothing happens, he takes a deep vent, and steps into the dark room.

He really wishes he didn't.

There, standing above everything, is a living nightmare, more than twice his size. Whatever it is, it's coloured in two silvers, one a much deeper shade, the other almost iridescent lighter shade, gleaming like a precious metal. On the head sits a pair of onyx eyes, with the slightest glow of red to them. The irony of it being another celestial model, this one a lunar one, is not lost on him.

So isn't the way it dresses, with familiar jesterish pants with glistening stars on them, though curiously torn on the right side above the knee, deep crimson ruffles that glitter even in the minimal light, and a proud nightcap with a soft looking fur rim coloured a metallic purple with the same stars on it as the pants.

The being, despite its size, does not feel more, but also doesn't feel less than Ruin. He wonders if that's only because he can't sense it as a mortal. He wonders if this is perhaps even greater than what he already saw.

Where is his space octopus when you need him?

"I have not felt it wrong then. You really are under the protection of Ruin"

He shivers at his voice, the deep, demonic voice almost making him run. Only reason he doesn't is because his feet seem to have froze to the ground.

"And you are made from metal instead of flesh. How curious. Though I do have to admit I prefer it this way"

The giant gets down on one knee, never taking those otherworldly optics off of him. Even as a giant, clawed hand is reached out to him, the being doesn't look away.

"My name is Killcode. And you are, mortal?"

He takes in a deep vent, reminding himself this could be going worse, he reaches a shaky hand out, taking the offered servo. Even as they go through a polite human greeting, he feels rooted to the spot from sheer fear.

"E-Eclipse"

"Hm, that is a rather lovely name"

Introductions seemingly done, the large creature gets back to his feet, which he only now notices are actually paws, before motioning him to follow. Eclipse does so, because he's not an idiot with a death wish.

"You seem to have captured the attention of one of us already. I wonder why that is, though don't take it as hostility. It's not everyday one sees a being as you, alive, made from precious metals, and yet none of them my own."

"Yo-ur own..?"

Killcode hums, crawling through a doorway in a rather comical fashion. He doesn't dare to laugh though.

"Ruin, while he may be flesh at first glance, is also the liquid made from the dead and gone. I myself am made of metals, ones humans considered precious once upon a time. Despite them losing their minds to it."

That's not concerning. Not concerning at all.

"Tell me Eclipse, did you meat Ruin because you unearthed him?"

"N-not me exactly, but-but yes"

The giant hums, stepping out into the sunlight. Whatever he's made of, probably the same precious metals he claims to be, seem to come alive in the light. It's majestic, same as his lover.

"And who is he to you?'

The eyes looking back at him seem just the tiniest bit more red than in the dark. The casing of the large being is engraved with strange flowing patterns that remind him of the stars, if they were all connected.

"He's my lover"

That seems to take him aback, but when Killcode's scrutinising eyes rove over him again, it seems like he can feel it. Because why else would his eyes widen like that, and why else would a secretive, if pitying smile come across his face?

"Oh, you sweet child, you do not know the hunger you've fallen into."

"Hunger?"

"Ruin is not known to stop when he desires something. Not as long as it's in any shape or form, pleasurable to his treasure. You will know no freedom of him for the rest of your life"

That doesn't sound as bad as the eldritch beast may think it is. In fact, it sounds quite the opposite.

Even if he burns with flustered embarrassement at having his lover's rather questionable... behvariour brought up.

"But who am I to stop you from the fate you clearly long for? While I may have no use to the pesky little humans on board, I know my old friend would appreciate the snacks."

And it really speaks a lot of Eclipse how he isn't even the slightest bit bothered by that.

.*.*.*.

Killcode is an interesting person to have around. Mainly because when he called him a child, he actually seems to have meant it.

And now he's stuck here, with what he thinks is his new father. At least from what little he knows of parents, that's how the eldritch beast seems to act.

Apparently he's been awoken because the drill hit him, and he wasn't all that appreciative of a hole being made on him. Especially when this place seems to be a shared sleeping spot with Ruin, who he claims to be good friends with.

Even if a new tension has entered the giant's sentences whenever they reach the topic of his relationship with his lover. He honestly has no idea why that is

But the great beast has agreed to help him drill at least, moving out of the way as much as he could. When Eclipse asked him if being hit by the drill was painful, he outright laughed.

This eldritch being, is horrifying. There's no sugarcoating it.

But he's also a well of knowledge, and he's more than willing to teach him whatever he can comprehend of their kind's customs and behaviour. Which is immensely helpful, especially because he now knows just how meaningful it was when Ruin brought him onto the drill's lift, and willingly showed him his core. And now he also understands why he seemed so frazzled the first time Eclipse accidentaly stumbled into it.

But not, he also has extra ammunition to tease his lover with. Who, so far, doesn't really seem to want to show up. Despite Killcode claiming he's already aware of the drilling here.

"It's more than possible he can't sense you here because of myself. He might be searching for you in other places"

"Can't you tell him or something? You're basically sleeping on top of him."

"Which was already a rather big sign of trust. I may be overstepping if I were to go to him directly, especially when he's boind to be frantic. Give it a day or two more child, and he will show his face. He can't avoid greeting me for longer"

Which means it's great Killcode insists on standing guard over him while he sleeps, because the moment a familiar tendril shoots out past the drill, already having been given a more than sufficient opening, he's there to shake Eclipse awake.

"Someone's here"

And frankly, seeing the look on Ruin's 'face', despite him not having manifested his avatar yet, at his lover standing next to a friend of his, is priceless and makes the whole wait more than worth it.

"Eclipse, my love, are you alright?"

"He is more than fine Ruin. But before you were to reunite with him, I believe a talk between us is needed."

"Look, Killcode, you are a great friend of mine, but I think-"

"It partains to Eclipse"

That shuts his lover up, and surprises him more. Sudden cold dread fills him, and for a second he fears he's somehow overstepped or something.

But then:

"I have claimed him as my child, and if you are to court him, boundaries must be set up"

"Bound- I knew him for longer than you!"

And as the two eldritch beings descend into a rather childish argument, Eclipse is hit with the realisation of just how silly eldritch horrors actually are. And how despite they live for eternity, they'll make decisions that'll last for eternity rather quickly.

And he also realises that maybe he really shouldn't have dropped the lighter on the second rig, really should have stayed there, because he can't take two eldritch beings. Even if one is his 'dad'

He really wasn't made for this bullshit

[arcanechariot]

🎥 bad times at the el royale

i'm on a lewis pullman kick so let's watch this. it looks kinda interesting?

jon hamm out here lookin like benny from fallout new vegas

idk how honey managed to sleep through jon hamm's shouting

he's so cute wth

honey is just trying to do his job

he's constantly flabbergasted

ooh i am thinking about fanfiction location inspiration....

NOOOOOO HONEYYYYY

he better not be fucking dead or im gonna leave

oop jon hamm is being spied on (they're actually all being spied on)

ngl i do love jon hamm in slutty glasses

noooo jeff bridges is gonna roofie elphaba

nevermind she good

nooooo dakota johnson take your shitty bdsm representation elsewhere

ngl she's probably the main reason i won't go and watch that materialists movie. i find her very wooden and i can never forgive what 50 shades did to bdsm representation. i know she didn't write the thing but, fuck, she could've not taken the job. idk i wouldn't like to be the face of misrepresenting a whole community

update: she just killed jon hamm 😒😒

and possibly miles. if she killed miles, i'm leaving. if miles dies, i'm leaving. you know my ass won't stick around if my baby boy gets killed

BABY BOY!!!!

flabbergasted

also his cardigan is adorable

omg honey just wants to talk but jeff bridges is being a dick

nOOOOOO HONEYBUNNY IT'S OKAY

ngl i can already feel the fics coming on....

lewis just got that boy-next-door kind of feel to him

movie, if you kill my baby boy, i will leave

dakota johnson, get the fuck away from my baby boy. you shot him

pLEASE HE'S JUST A BABY BOY

MOVIE, IF YOU KILL HIM, I WILL LEAVE

YOU KILLED JON HAMM. IF YOU KILL LEWIS AS WELL, I DO NOT CARE ABOUT ANY OTHER CHARACTERS

DAKOTA JOHNSON, HE DOESN'T NEED HEROIN. HE NEEDS HELP. YOU SHOT HIM IN THE FUCKING FACE

he cannot catch a single break. he's just so puppy-coded

oml don't break his heart after all that....

honey is never recovering from this trauma

ofc he was a soldier boy (okay so maybe this isn't the worst of his trauma he's killed 123 people)

OMG HERO PUPPY!!!!

(they killed my soft boy....)

[ranhaitanisgf]

3:45 a.m - ran haitani [gn]

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you think that your heart managed to actually stop beating when you open your eyes and see ran staring right back at you. his face is mere centimeters away from yours, his murky violet eyes seeming to be analyzing your face as you jump in shock, letting out a small curse.

"ran, you scared me! why're you up right now...?" you asked, drowsiness still trying to pull you back to sleep. "it's super late, you should be sleeping..."

"i couldn't stop looking at you."

"hah?" you blurted, your brain still too tired to be flustered. ran chuckled a bit at your response, (his slightly raspy voice from sleeping was far more attractive than you could ever handle) and pulled you closer, gently pressing his lips against your temple.

"nothin', go back to sleep."

"mm, is something wrong though?" you asked, tucking yourself closer to his body, (you couldn't help the fact that you were still woefully tired and just a little bit cold). "you love to sleep."

"hm, i'd say it's the opposite, sweets." he murmured, smoothing his hand over the crown of your head. "didn't wanna stop looking at you, my perfect (y/n)."

"gah, stop it...it's so late i don't even know how to respond to that..." you mumbled, shifting your face to hide in his chest. you could feel the vibrations of his laugh in his chest as you buried your face in embarrassment, his long hair tickling your cheeks a bit. "don't laugh at me, you're the one acting weird..."

"sorry sorry~ you're just too cute, i can't help myself." he gently pulled you away from his frame, his eyes finding yours and giving you a soft smile, (it was rare that there wasn't any traces of snarkiness).

"what..." you murmured, feeling as though you were under some kind of scrutiny under his gaze. you could never quite tell what he was thinking, and this was especially true in the dark cover of night when the lack of light in the room shaded his eyes in such a way that you couldn't read them at all.

"'m so lucky to have you. i think god made some kinda mistake giving you to me, but i'm not gonna let anybody try and take you."

"i don't think anybody's gonna try and do that, ran."

"quite the contrary. i think that there are many people who would want to take you as their prize." you rolled your eyes at his words, reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair.

"well i'm not planning on being anybody else's 'prize' or whatever...only yours." ran's eyes slowly closed as you cupped his cheek with your hand, his head unconsciously leaning into your touch.

"mm...that's good to hear." he whispered, relishing in your touch for a few moments longer. "all mine..."

"mhm. why don't we go back to sleep now?"

"m'kay..." you giggled a bit at the drowsiness that seemed be suddenly hitting ran, his eyes staying closed as he once again pulled you closer to him, his lanky arms wrapping around you and making sure that you were as close to him as you could be. "...love you..."

"love you more."

"not possible."

"definitely possible."

"i love you more. now go to sleep."

"no, i-mmph!" your words were cut off by ran's lips pressing against yours, his fingers tilting your chin up and effectively shutting you up, (he was so tired, yet he still had energy to do that?).

"go to sleep, (y/n)."

"this isn't over, ran."

"mm, okay~"

a/n: a little drabble b/c i feel bad abt not completing any reqs :( i hope you all enjoyed :3

[mirrorball-leclerc]

prologue - is it a wonder i broke?

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ines_sainz i am what i am cause you trained me. the after and before.

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user01 girl a soft launch? while we're still processing you leaving racing?

user02 the before being spain and racing and the after being monaco and no racing makes me sad.

maxverstappen33 pick up the phone! i just want to talk!

ines_sainz you know where i live. just come over? maxverstappen33 that's too far! ines_sainz get the fuck up and walk?

fernandoalo_oficial todo bien?

ines_sainz eh más o menos fernandoalo_oficial ay nena que voy a hacer contigo? user03 their father daughter bond makes me coo. it's so special to me.

user04 is the caption shade?

user05 but to who? her family? user04 i will go to war if her family forced her out of racing. user06 same, we ride at fucking dawn bitches

charles_leclerc fancy a game of goat simulator?

alex_albon OH COUNT ME IN! georgerussell63 if it's as bad as last time, count me out. ines_sainz only if i can invite my super secret friends. charles_leclerc oscar and logan are not super secret. they were around last time. arthur_leclerc and why was i not invited? ines_sainz charles said you weren't cool enough.

user07 the way she looks so sad in the after. i wanna cry for her.

user08 no cause i remember her saying, 'without racing i don't know who i am' and now i'm crying. user07 WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT BRITNEY??

user09 now where the heck is carlos? he usually drags her by now.

user10 me thinks that rumor from a few months ago was about the sainz siblings and not the leclerc brothers like everyone thought. user11 makes sense carlos would be jealous of his little sister for being better than he is. imagine helmut marko publicly saying that 'she would've been miles better than her older brother.' user09 sometimes a man's hell is a teenage girl.

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for now, it's a pre-established relationship, but i'll write a part later explaining how they got together (the bonus tracks). i just find it easier to do it this way for myself. the point of this fic is mostly to have them torment carlos. sometimes i forget that i like carlos. this is like the fourth fic where i make him seem like a dick. i'm sure he's a nice person but for the sake of this fic he is not. there are time when i don't like (miami 2024) him, but my problem isn't with him, it's mostly with his fans. anyways, hope you enjoy this new fic. the first bonus part should be out like sometime tomorrow or in the next two days, i want to post it before the first part.

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[thottythoughtdaughter]

write a sam one shot and my life is yours

GHOST. sam x darlin' . angst/fluff . undetermined timeline . closed door/implied spicy time!

It wasn't often you were sent on a work trip. Since your return to Dalia, you took smaller jobs, local jobs. One that had you safe in Sam's arms by midnight at the latest.

Your first week-long job had Sam on edge.

"You'll call, yeah? Every night?" he said, his accent coming on thicker as he watched you muscle your clothes into an already-overflowing suitcase.

"Mother hen," you sing-songed, rolling your eyes. "Sam, i'm gonna be fine."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he grumbled, leaning against the bedpost. "I jus' can't help but worry, y'know? It's a big deal, Darlin'."

You squinted at him. "The job? Or you being alone for the first time in months."

He looked away, a red flush forming on his neck and under his flannel shirt. "Now, I didn't say quite that."

You grinned, taking a step closer. "You didn't have to say it."

He laughed, trying to back away. "I didn't say it! I ain't lonely, I'm plenty used to being on my lonesome--"

"Yeah, but you've never been away from me," you purred, and pounced. You knocked him into the bed, and a laugh burst from his chest.

"Gah-- damnit, Darlin! I just made the bed!" he protested, batting at you gently with his big hands. You gave him a feral grin.

"Guess there's no harm in unmaking it, then," you smiled, and pressed your lips to his neck.

"Darlin'--" he warned, but you found that soft spot by his throat, and suddenly he wasn't protesting.

"Shut the door," he rasped hoarsely. You giggled, and ran to shut it.

That had been three days ago. Now Sam lay curled in the very same bed, a fist clutched in the sheets, his head buried in your pillow. Trying to whiff any smell of you he could get.

Day one, the pillow had been blossoming with your smell, so addictive and comforting all at once. Day two, it was starting to fade, but still enough to fill Sam's dreams of you holding him close.

Day three? Things were getting bleak. The smell was fading enough to send him into a panic. His heart raced, his mind filling with images of all the ways you could get hurt. Echoes of shades screamed in his head.

Enough. He sat up, ignoring the cold sweat sliding down his back. He needed to control himself. He needed to let you go. You were strong, he knew that more than anyone. He could let you live the life you wanted, even if it meant a little fear on his part.

Because fear isn't bad. It simply meant he cared. And gods above, did he care for you with every fiber of his being.

Sweetheart had told him about their anxiety, once. Half the problem is that it's your own head you're fighting against. Not so easy to shut yourself up. There's no villain you can point at, no clues you can brandish, except your own smoke-and-mirror delusions.

So what do you do? Sam had asked, curious, feeling a stirring of familiarity in his chest. He knew about fighting imaginary demons.

I write them all down. Sometimes, when it's really bad, I write every single worry and fear, and then go through and counteract them. Milo won't die on a job: he's got David. David won't get hurt: he's got Asher. Even if any of them get injured, we have Marie. And that's when you realize: You have people that support you. You don't need to fight your demons alone.

Sam looked at the pen and paper on his desk. Words were never his strong suit, 'specially not when it came to writing.

Instead, he leaned over, and reached for his phone.

Angel wriggled out from David's arm, grabbing for their phone. Cowboy, the contact read.

"Whozzit?" David mumbled.

"Sam. One second." They slid from the bed and padded over to the hallway, letting David sleep.

"Angel?"

"Sam, hey. What's going on?" Angel twirled their hair experimentally. "Everything okay?"

"I just--" he let out a frustrated breath. "How do you do it?"

"You're gonna have to be a bit more specific, buddy."

His voice came rushed and anxious, like a dam breaking. "Missin' him. Waitin' for him to come back. How do you-- dunnit drive you crazy? All that waitin'?"

Angel chewed their lip slowly. "You miss Darlin'."

He barked a laugh. "Yeah. O' course I do."

Slowly, pointedly, as if talking to a child: "So why don't you call them?"

Silence.

"Oh."

"Bye, Sam. See you later."

Angel hung up with a laugh and shake of their head. They padded back to bed, under David's arm, savoring the warmth of him.

"Everything okay?" His chest rumbled with his voice.

"All good. Sam's just being Sam."

"Ah. When is he not?"

Your phone rang as you secured your hair out of your face. You accepted the call.

"Darlin'."

"Sam!" Your heart leapt. For some reason, you got scared. Day one, you could still feel the memory of him wrapped around you. Day two, you imagined his smile and his voice. Day three, you wondered if he was silent because he was happy you were away. You wondered if you were too much.

"Hey, baby. Long time no see, huh?" His voice was slow and smooth as molasses, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Yeah. You've been gavotting around or something?" your tone came out harsher than you meant.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Why'd you call?" You couldn't shake that snap in your voice, the brittleness of feeling abandoned.

Silence. You nearly slammed your finger on that bright red end call button, when Sam said--

"I miss you. I miss you, Darlin', the way a starving man misses food. God, I miss you, every part of you, 'specially that ridiculous part that gets mad at me for everythin'. An' I know it's not right, feeling so selfish over your literal job. But I'd do anythin', anythin', to have you back here right fucking now."

You're pretty sure your heart and your stomach have dropped to your ass right about now. Fuck butterflies: you've got a flock of turkeys flapping about in your gut.

You're speechless. Yeah, because Sam's always got a way of making you feel warm and fuzzy and loved, but also because it hit you. The fear. Beat into you by years of men always telling you everything wrong.

And yet here was a man who just missed you.

Your core tingled, enflamed, feverishly in love.

"Sam Collins."

"Yeah?"

"I hope you're rested up for when I get home."

He chuckled, that fond little Southern laugh he only ever gave to you. "So I take it you missed me too, huh?"

"More than life itself," you vowed. "You're everything to me, Sam. I'd rather die than spend another day without you."

You could hear him beaming through the phone. "Well, while that's sweet and all, you still got two days left into this job."

"Two days is nothing compared to a lifetime with you."

He was silent. Then-- "God, I fuckin' love you, baby."

"I love you too." You smiled, and your cheeks hurt with the force of it. "See you later, Sam."

"See ya, Darlin'."

[lsunstreakerl]

for those of you who have been awaiting more on the kidnapping- I bring you 800 words from Pierre's POV. things are happening here...

A/N: I've totally switched around what order the extra drivers went in. yes I'm using Pierre, but this is not canon to the actual chronological timeline of 2nd RB drivers. suspend your imagination please and thank you <3

darkbull! the next couple ficlets are going to be the kidnapping, so if you haven't read the previous snippet I'd recommend doing that. just so you know what you're getting into.

Sweat drips down the back of Pierre's neck. He feels clammy with it, half convinced there's a glaring neon sign above him saying SUSPICIOUS. He certainly feels that way.

He wipes his palms off on the inside of his pants. It's fine. He's a Redbull driver, the same as any of the others.

Except for the fact that he isn't really a driver. Sure, he gets in the car, drives it passably well- but he hasn't clicked with Max.

He's learning that cohesion with Max might be the most critical trait in the garage, valued above anything else.

He doesn't have it.

It's not his fault- Pierre quite likes Max, but he's not allowed to get close to him. Not even really allowed to touch him- Charles has a thing about wandering hands.

Pierre has been subject to one too many rants about Redbull and their fondness for contact, but the bender Charles had gone on after the jewelry... Legendary, even by the normal Charles standards.

He takes a quick breath out. It's fine. It'll be fine.

Charles has done the work already- been slowly pulling Max further and further from the safety of the garage each weekend, has the cameras for this area on the fritz- all Pierre needs to do is get him down a few hallways.

He beeps his keycard into Max's hotel room. There had been an "unexpected" podium change after the race, propelling Daniel from fourth place to third, so he's out doing media. Carlos is still in his debrief. The Redbull team has been trickling down to the bar, and it's the work of several subtle miscommunications that has team members under the impression that someone else is coming to get Max.

He'd be worried about the higher members of the team noticing, but they're occupied at the moment, ending Pierre's career. That's what he assumes anyways, based on the fact that he'd seen Mark Webber follow Christian into the meeting room.

This is the only chance he's going to get.

Max's head pops up from where he's digging through his suitcase on the hotel bed. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, showcasing the gold necklace he's always wearing, interlinked rings resting against the hollow of his throat.

"Pierre! Hello!"

Pierre almost feels bad. He's gotten fond of Max, despite his best intentions. Max really has tried to get along with him, loop him into team activities and make him feel included, and here Pierre is- about to deliver him, gift wrapped, to the rest of his life.

Charles doesn't let go of his things- not without leaving claw marks behind. The chances of Max getting out are slim. The chances of him getting out unscathed are zero.

It's not Pierre's problem. Pierre's focus is on himself and Esteban, and Charles dangles both of their lives and their careers from his fingers, makes them dance like little marionettes.

Pierre has the protection of Ferrari, if he can get out of Redbull's clutches. He's not stupid enough to believe Charles will ever let him go, but maybe if he brings him Max- maybe he and Esteban can have a bit more freedom.

"Max, hello. Christian and GP are still in their meeting, and Daniel's down for media, so I'm taking you to the bar."

Max nods as he runs a hand through his hair, slipping his shoes on before standing. He's closer to Pierre than he's ever been before, enough for Pierre to smell his cologne, soft spiced notes and nutmeg.

His eyes are a stunning shade of blue.

"You will have to lead the way mate, I haven't been to the bar they picked before."

Right. Showtime.

Pierre flashes him a grin he hopes doesn't look as strained as he feels, before he's leading Max out of his hotel room.

Max is perfectly content to follow him, and Pierre is struck by it for a moment- it's really no wonder Redbull has him surrounded so often. He's too trusting. Hasn't even considered for a second that Pierre might be lying to him.

Because Pierre is Redbull.

Well- at this point, probably not. The contract has most likely already been signed, booting him out of his seat.

Pierre guides him through twisting hallways, and when they leave the hotel he deliberately takes them the wrong way. A few curved streets later, and they're in front of a bar, boisterous and noisy.

It's not a Redbull bar.

It's a Ferrari bar.

Pierre is putting his faith in Charles now, because Redbull will want him dead for this.

"Right inside, Max."

Sweet, trusting Max. Charles is going to crack him open and bleed him dry, leave him begging on the floor. He'll remold him exactly how he wants, removed of anything he deems unworthy.

He plays rough with his things. Pierre watches the glint of the gold around Max's neck and wrist as he walks in behind him.

Spoiled, naive Max.

He won't trust so easily again- not after this.

[grandlinedreams]

Your ankle isn't broken.

At least, Sanji hopes it isn't. He's not Chopper though, and his medical know how stops after the very basic skills he's picked up. But the swell of it worries him, as well as the bruising, a nasty shade of dusky purple.

"What's the diagnosis, doc?" Your tone is aiming for humor, but your expression is pinched with poorly concealed pain. "Amputation?"

Sanji exhales. "Hardly," he says, but he reaches to brush his fingers against your ankle. The skin is hot, and you hiss when he prods at it experimentally. "I'm not Chopper, but it's definitely twisted. Hopefully it isn't broken. Can you move it at all?"

You suck in a breath to try, and Sanji feels his stomach sink further at the way you claw at the ground, face seeming to go a shade paler. "No."

Sanji takes a moment to think, weighing the options. The two of you could wait here and hope that you can intercept one of the others, or he can leave you here and retrieve Chopper himself ㅡ but the chances of anyone coming this exact way are slim, and he doesn't like the idea of leaving you like this.

"Welp," he says, exhaling a steady stream of smoke before he returns his cigarette to his mouth. "Only one thing we can do."

You blink and open your mouth to ask, only to yelp when Sanji kneels beside you, one arm tucking beneath your legs and the other at your back before he stands up. "Sanji! Put me down!"

"Not a chance," he says, adjusting his grip on you. "We need to get back to the Sunny. I don't know when Chopper will be back, but at least you'll be safer than sitting on the ground."

He has a point and you know that, but the idea of him carrying you the entire way back to the ship makes you uneasy. Sensing your hesitation and the tension of your body, Sanji frowns. "I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about."

You shake your head. "No, just...aren't I heavy? I feel bad."

Sanji adjusts his hold on you again, this time tucking you closer to his chest, your head against the front of his shoulder as he begins walking. "Not at all. Especially not compared to the groceries I've had to haul onto the Sunny." He glances down, giving you a softer smile than what you're used to from him. "Relax. I've got you."

You sigh. "Okay, but I owe you for this."

Sanji huffs. "You don't owe me anything," he answers, a harder edge to his tone. "We're part of the same crew, aren't we? I don't keep tally of doing things for anyone, and I know you don't." His head tilts as he amends, "Well, besides mosshead."

"You two, I swear," you sigh, but your tone is amused. You lapse into a comfortable silence, listening to the soft crunch of leaves underfoot and Sanji's soft breathing.

He's even prettier at this angle, your eyes tracing over the hard line of his jaw, the dark stubble at his chin, his lips ㅡ

You look away sharply, and it gets Sanji's attention. "Hm? Is something wrong?"

You shake your head. "No."

You're almost pouting, Sanji notes, the stubborn purse of your lips and if he lets himself fancy it, the soft hue of a blush on your cheeks. "You're cute when you're sulking."

You turn further away. "I'm not sulking."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"Whatever you say, dear," he sighs, relenting as the Sunny comes into view. It doesn't take long to reach it, and he looks around once you're aboard. "Huh. Looks like we're the first ones back."

You almost whine when he moves to set you down in a chair, blinking as he pulls over an empty one and lifts your injured ankle onto it, cradling it with the decorative cushion. "There. That should help til Chopper can take a proper look at it." He pauses. "Probably wouldn't hurt to ice it, too."

He moves to head for the kitchen to retrieve said ice, only to stop when you call his name. "Thank-you," you say, and this time, he knows he isn't imagining the blush on your cheeks.

He smiles, his own heart beating a little faster. "No problem. Anything for you."

[t1oui]

barty crouch jr. is eleven the first time evan rosier takes his breath away.

he's a second year in barty's house, with warm brown skin and blonde hair and amber eyes that flash gold in the sunlight. he knows regulus. one of barty's dormmates, somehow, and he smiles at barty like he wants to know him, too.

barty is thirteen when he finally figures out what the butterflies in his stomach mean.

they're sitting down at the lake, barty on the grass, soaking up the sun. pandora sits on a blanket next to him, her half of it in the sun, the other half underneath regulus in the shade of a tree. dora's busied herself with making flower crowns, and evan and dorcas are swinging at each other and laughing, both ankle deep in the water of the black lake. evan reaches up to kick water at her, and the silver of his anklet - a thin chain with a silver daisy charm hanging off of it - catches the light.

dorcas ducks away and shoves evan square in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps before he finally lands hard on the grass next to barty. it must've hurt, even in the soft green, but instead of wincing, he just turns to barty and grins.

oh, barty thinks. it's so obvious, he thinks.

barty is a fourth year the first time he kisses evan rosier.

it's the first christmas he doesn't go home for. he spends long hours knocking about the castle, staying out past both the regular curfew and the one made later for the break.

"can't sleep, crouch?" evan had asked him, making him jump, polished prefect badge - no doubt pandora's handiwork - sparkling from his collar. and suddenly there was mistletoe and the chance to finally make his fantasies a reality. there was the taste of evan's lips (vanilla) and the smell of his shampoo (cucumber) and the feeling of his arms around barty's waist (intoxicating).

even on that dreary, cold evening, there was hope.

barty is a sixth year when regulus begins going out with james potter.

they're on the train, barty halfway out the window, evan's arms tight around his middle in the fear of him falling, and barty hoots with laughter when regulus jumps into potter's arms. potter's a seventh year like evan. head boy, a gryffindor, and one of pandora's best friends, for some reason.

"leave them be, barty," evan snorts, pulling him back through the window. barty watches him, opening his mouth to speak, only to be swiftly cut off by his boyfriend adding, "we can be as dramatic as we like, but i'm not risking missing this train just so we can kiss in front of it."

barty groans in protest, but by that point regulus has arrived at the door to their compartment with a sheepish-looking james potter in tow, so he decides to annoy them instead.

barty is seventeen the first time he comes to hogwarts without evan, and it makes him feel empty.

he's still got regulus and dorcas, of course, but there's a gaping hole in the group now that the twins have graduated. regulus is quiet without james to bring him out of his shell. dorcas doesn't cheer as hard during quidditch games - ones without regulus in them, of course - without marlene mckinnon there to cheer on. and barty? barty isn't himself without ev there to easy his anxieties.

night after night, barty and regulus curl up in the same bed for nights of bad rest. it gets easier, over time. letters pile up. floo calls happen weekly. and while regulus and dorcas struggle, barty thinks about the future. the one decided by him, and not anyone else.

two days after his eighteenth birthday, barty steps off the hogwarts express for the last time.

regulus and dorcas don't hesitate to sprint past him towards james and marlene, who wait with evan futher down the platform. barty, though, hesitates. gives himself a moment to take a deep breath, smile at evan, and start running.

evan envelopes him in a hug, his arms a reassuring weight around barty.

"you must be tired," he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. "eight newts, barty. you're insane."

barty grins into evan's chest. "i missed you too, rosie," he mumbles. he lets out a content sigh he didn't realize he was holding in, and evan hums.

"welcome home, love," he says. "our home."

[angelcactus]

HIIII I DID @ode2youu's valenswap thingy and my gift is for the lovley @romirola

heres the a03 link if you prefer it here

and here it is below the cut!

Sweetheart didn't have a good immune system, but they didn't have a bad system either. This was one of the moments where their body hated them and their immune system decided to attack itself. Someone at the DUMP offices had a bug and it found its way towards them quite violently.

So here they sat, laid is a better word for it, laid in their shared bedroom with Milo. Their bug turned from a simple cold to a virus in just a few hours and they were MISERABLE. Throat burning, hot then cold then hot again, and a cough that sounded like someone was standing on their lungs. 

Sweetheart had been cooped up in their bedroom for four days now, cabin fever kicking in and their body was getting anxious from staying in the same room day in and day out. 

So they groggily stood up, blanket wrapped around their shoulders like some sort of comfy wizard. Aggro trilled softly when the bedroom opened, he stretched and walked up to them. He butted his small head against their leg. Milo was in the dining room, his laptop in front of him.

“Who are you talkin’ to, Big Guy?” Milo’s voice was so warm and soft, like a fresh loaf of bread. Sweetheart turned the corner and shuffled into the kitchen, Aggro was now laying on the part of the blanket that was dragging on the floor. 

“Well hello beautiful, what are you doing out of bed, baby?” Milo stood up and walked up to them. Sweetheart whined so pitifully and rested their head on his shoulder. Milo trailed his hand up their back to the back of their neck. 

So warm like a loaf of bread.

Milo rubbed their shoulders and slowly backed away. “Let's get you some water and a snack, okay, Sweetheart?” His voice was sticky sweet like honey. He carefully guided them to the chair he was just sitting at and walked towards the fridge.

Sweetheart’s diet these past days consisted of: water, crackers, soup (thanks, Marie) and copious amounts of Advil, Tylenol, and Nyquil. So they were REALLY hoping the snack Milo was whipping up wasnt the new illness diet they had started four days ago. 

“No more soup..” Sweetheart laid their head on the table, they were the most powerful stealth at DUMP, they have fought shades 4 times bigger than them, yet they were being whittled down by the flu. 

“No more soup? Why? Is my ma’s soup too good for you, my rough ‘n tough investigator?” Milo turned from the stove and smirked at them. “Well it won't be soup so don't worry baby. When I uh.. When I was sick my ma made me mac ‘n’ cheese sometimes.” Milo turned back to the stove. Sweetheart smiled, they loved hearing about his childhood. 

“So are you making me mac ‘n’ cheese?” They mumble out, pulling the blanket over their head (Against Aggro’s chagrin as he falls off the blanket). Milo chuckles softly and nods.

“Would you be shocked? Some home cooked food would probably do you some good. No offense to my ma or anythin’ but you need something that isn't straight radiation.” The pot Milo hovered over smelt so so so delicious, well delicious to Sweetheart. “We didn't have much growin’ up but my ma' made sure I neva’ went to bed hungry, eva’. Good ol’ pops sure was gamblin’ my college funds but my ma' made food that would make grown men weep.” Milo looked over his shoulder to peek at his mate. Sweetheart’s head rested on the table, blanket still covering their face from the evil bright kitchen lights. 

Aggro paced in-between Milo's legs, purring and trilling with each baby step. Milo turned back to the pot and gently tapped the spoon on the rim, just enough to knock some sauce off and not be loud for the raging storm that was his mate's migraine.

“Why don't you go back to bed baby? The lights gotta be botherin’ your head,” he set the spoon down and walked over to his hunched over mate. Sweetheart whined softly, sitting up with their eyes closed. 

“I'm so tired of being in there. I wanted to walk around like a little victorian child begging for soup Mi’.” they held out their hands, cupping them like a bowl. “Please sir can i ‘ave some more?” they joked meekly then coughed. Their lungs felt like fire and their cough sounded phlegmy. 

“I get it baby but you aren't getting any betta’ if you are walkin’ around ‘n talkin’,” Milo rubbed their shoulders, and kissed their forehead. Their skin felt so hot, like lava, soft lava if you will. “I will bring you the mac while you lay in bed.” he hummed softly, thumbs rubbing a knot that Sweetheart had struggled to reach for weeks. 

Sweetheart whined, leaning into Milo’s hands like putty. Their body was so sore from work and laying still for days. “Fine.. but make it fast because I need food and I can't take anything until I eat.” They stood up slowly, head throbbing and body achey. 

“I will, don't worry. Just go back to bed, I'll be there in a bit, my love.” He kissed their cheek and rubbed their forearms. Sweetheart nodded and shuffled back to their shared bedroom, Aggro followed close behind, trying to get on the moving blanket once again. He meowed and hopped on their bed waiting for Sweetheart. They slowly crept onto the bed, eyes barely open. The dark room was so much more welcoming than the evil bright kitchen.

Aggro butted his head against their forearm, begging for the pets he has been DENIED for days due to the illness that swept over Sweetheart. They laid down and curled into a ball, Aggro meowed softly and gently butted his head onto their forehead like he had seen Milo do so many times before. Sweetheart smiled and scratched that special spot behind Aggro’s ear making him trill in excitement.

“What would I do without you, big man? You and your dad, what would I do without you both?” They whispered, voice hoarse. It felt like a cheese grater to their esophagus every time they talked, coughed, hell even breathed. Aggro purred and slid into Sweetheart’s curled up body, his body humming like an engine.

Sweetheart smiled and closed their eyes, maybe just resting them wouldn't hurt right?

A soft familiar hum stirred them awake, hands that they knew personally rubbing those knots and aches they had been struggling to reach and rid of for months. Sweetheart hummed happily, melting into the hands that cared so dearly for them. They weren't curled in a ball anymore and Aggro wasn't curled with them, instead they were laying on their stomach with Aggro purring next to their head loaf style.

“Good mornin’ to you too. Slept a good hour, hour ‘n a half. How do you feel?” Milo whispered to them, gently drawing things into their back (hearts, he was drawing hearts). 

“Mmph… sore ‘nd sleepy.” They mumbled, opening an eye to see him. He changed his shirt, one that really showed off his muscles, Sweetheart really liked that shirt on him. “My favorite shirt..” they smiled, tugging on the hem of his shirt. It wasn't even a sexy or provocative or workout shirt, it was just a shirt with a pocket, and that pocket had a cat on it. That was IT. 

“I wore it for you, baby,” Milo chuckled, thumbs pressing that part on the top of their back from earlier. “And I made food for you and I cleaned up for you.”

“Max ‘n’ cheese..” the fever was returning, mixed with just waking up it sounded like they were spewing nonsense. Milo felt their cheeks, nearly hot to the touch. 

“Alright, you soup filled delinquent, sit up I need to feed you so you can sleep this shit off.” Milo stood up, Aggro trilled and stretched ready to follow wherever he was heading off to. Sweetheart sat up, eyes barely open. They whined softly, reaching out for him. Milo held their hand, running their knuckles with his thumb.

“I'll be right back, I'm just going to the kitchen, Sweetheart.” His voice was soft, like a hug from your mom when you were little. They nodded, wrapping their blanket around their shoulders. The room was hot and cold, just like them. Yet this blanket stayed on their shoulders until Milo returned with a small blue bowl in his hands, Aggro shortly behind with one of his mouse toys in his mouth.

Sweetheart’s entire face felt stuffy and miserable, the nap only warded off their sickness for that measly hour. Milo carefully sat on the bed, bowl in hand. He wasn't lying, he was making macaroni and cheese.

“Drink first.” He said softly, picking up their water bottle from the nightstand and putting its straw to their chapped lips. Sweetheart made a noise of complaint then took a few sips of the water. Their throat felt EONS better with the cold water running down it. Aggro slipped into Sweetheart’s lap with the toy and started to purr and knead their calves gently.

“There you go,” Milo hummed and set the water bottle back on the nightstand “Dunno why you fight me on that, water is good for you.”

“It's boring, Mountain Dew Code Red is good for me.” They smiled, stocking Aggro's back.

“Mhm, ma said you need to drink at least two of those a day and you haven't even finished the first. I'm lettin’ you off the hook because ya so damn cute but don't let it happen again, a’ight, toots?” he joked, stirring the bowl. Sweetheart mumbled a jokingly annoyed ‘yes sir’ while they looked at the bowl.

“Are you gonna spoon feed me? I'm not five years old.”

“Yes I am, now open up and eat this Mac n cheese I slaved in the kitchen makin’” he smiled and scrunched his nose. Flirt.

Sweetheart rolled their eyes and opened their mouth with each spoonful. He was a very good cook, contrary to popular belief. This was the only thing they actually ate in almost a week that they could taste that wasn't microwaved soup or toast. The cheese practically melted in their mouth and the noodles were perfect.

They closed their eyes and whined pitifully again. It was so fucking good.

“Thank you mi’” they whined and slouched. The food sat warmly in their chest and tummy. “For all of this you didn't have to do this.”

“Like hell I didn't, you are my mate and it's the slow season. The big man himself told me that I can take all the time I need to get you betta. And you are gettin’ betta if it kills me.” He pressed their foreheads together, looking into their eyes. “I love you so so so so much sweetness and you think I, Milo Anthony Mateo Greer, let you suffer with being sick while I'm perfectly fine? Nope, that ain't me and if it was me it's an imposter and kill it on sight.” He sat back and cupped their cheek. “We are in this shit together,”

Sweetheart leaned into his touch, his calloused hands were so warm and inviting. 

“I love you mi’,” they smiled, kissing his palm. Milo smiled and whispered an ‘i love you too’. Sweetheart still felt like absolute dog shit, but at least they had Mac n cheese in their system so now they could take medicine to flush it out of their system, YIPPEE!!

“You ready for some meds sweet thing? I'm thinking if you take NyQuil you can sleep this shit off and be betta in a day.” Milo slid off the bed and walked to the connecting bathroom. “It'll knock out your migraine, congestion and coughing in one.” He hummed, opening the medicine cabinet and pulling out the bottle. “And it'll make you sleep through a fuckin earthquake.” He walked back to the bed and opened the cap, pouring the shitty tasting fluid into the tiny cup it came with.

“I eva’ tell you the time Asher knocked his dumbass out by drinking half a bottle of this?” He handed sweetheart the cup and they downed it like the worst shot they've ever taken. Sweetheart furrowed their brow and looked at him.

“So we were in 9th grade and our great and powerful beta decided to drink half a bottle of NyQuil to cut his flu out on the first day. He was stupid and slept a day ‘n a half and woke up even sicker than when he drank the dumb shit.” He laughed softly. “That's our beta for you.”

Sweetheart laid down, Aggro moving from their lap to their chest. NyQuil was fast with them and they were still feverishly sleepy so sleeping wasn't out of the question.

“I'll let you sleep, get betta’, I love you.” Milo whispered to them, kissing their forehead. They nodded and shut their eyes, drifting off to sleep.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Piccolo x Reader

This is for OG Piccolo. The Nail+Kami fusion version will come later

Piccolo

- A.K.A.

-Ma Junior

Piccolo Jr.

Big Green

You have a soft spot for bad guys that are actually softies and your favorite arc of pre Z Dragon Ball was the 23rd Budokai Tenkaichi tournament.

First Date

You loved living in the country side. Everything was great! It was beautiful and no one could bother you. You even started growing your own vegetables. It was fine for a while until you noticed that something was off about your garden.

"I know we haven't had much rain lately but I could have sworn I watered you guys yesterday?"

Lately your flowers were withering. At first you thought there might have been a stray animal. The mountains were home to many creatures (dinosaurs and tigers included), and you could have sworn that you saw something off in the distance from your bedroom window every night. But when you would go outside to look you could never find anything. Nothing was eating your crops either.

"I'm starting to think this place is haunted..."

You decided that tonight you would set up a trap. You knew that food didn't work.

"What about water!?"

You grabbed a large pot out of your cupboard and filled it to the brim. You then tried your best not splash or drop any liquid as you took it outside. You decided to be extra fancy and have a trail of rose petals lead the way.

"You better be ready asshole!"

You then hid behind your shed and held onto the lid. You waited for any kind of sound to alert you that someone was there. You were just about to give up when your heard a strange noise.

"I'VE GOT YOU NOW!"

You didn't even get a chance to look at the culprit as you were too busy securing the lid.

"I can't be stuck in a jar again!"

"What the hell!?"

You slowly opened the tip and couldn't believe what was in front of you. Some kind of green monster had a straw and was gulping down your water like he was some kind of nasty dandelion.

"GROSS! I HATE SLUGS!"

"I'm not a slug, I'm a demon!"

Just then God's voice could be heard laughing.

"SHUT UP OLD TIMER!"

"Do you mind telling me what the hell is going on!?"

The demon grunted and folded his arms.

"I am Piccolo, son of the late Demon King. You might have seen me on what you earthlings call television-"

"I don't have TV."

"What?"

"Do you really think that I get good reception all the way out here?"

Piccolo put his palm over his face.

"Alright then. So I was created when my father decided to reincarnate-"

"I thought you said you were his son?"

"Would you let me finish! As I was saying, I was born when he spat me out of his throat-"

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, SLOW DOWN!"

A very frustrated Piccolo demanded to know what your issue was now.

"That is how my kind produces offspring. Are you telling me that humans don't lay eggs?"

"Okay so when a man loves a woman, he-"

You then gave the demon a speech on the birds and the bees. By the end, his cheeks were a bright shade of fuschia.

"And done. There's also more to sex than just making babies. For instance-"

"Enough! I do not wish to hear anymore about your disgusting mating habits! Now, if I may finish where I left off! All of this was due to his defeat at the hands of Son Goku-"

"I know who that is!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! He's the guy that we all have a holiday for. May 7th I think!"

Piccolo then threw his turban on the ground and stomped on it.

"IT ISN'T FAIR! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY DAY!"

"Are you alright?"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

He then flew off into the sky.

"Where are you going!?"

"TO GO SULK AND POSE DRAMATICALLY!"

'What ever. As long as that guy leaves my plants alone than I could care less!'

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Three weeks later.

You were chopping up meat when your door burst open. 'Not again!'

It was your unwanted alien visitor.He stared and you weren't sure what he wanted until you head a small "Hello."

"DID YOU KIDNAP THIS CHILD!?"

"I just need you to babysit the brat for a few hours."

He then flipped his cape.

"Later Gohan."

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?"

You wouldn't find out until later but Piccolo had gone to find a purple dragon for Gohan.

"Icarus? I'm sure he'll love you. It will make the boy even stronger when the time comes for him to consume your flesh for nourishment."

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"I miss my daddy..."

"Do you know where he is little guy?"

"Six feet underground."

"Oh..-"

"But don't worry. We can bring him back with the dragon balls!"

You were now calling the police and child services. And maybe a therapist.

"Why don't we do something fun while we wait?"

"I would like to read if you don't mind."

"Aww, that's so cute. I don't have many kids books but I'm sure I can find someth-"

"It's okay, I have mine with me."

This four year old then proceeded to pull out a copy of encyclopedia for insects from who knows where.

"Wouldn't you rather read something like the hungry catapillar?"

"Don't patronize me."'Alright then...'