#AMD SHE READ IT MONTHS AGO

[stitchthesewords]

I... I need to go sit down or something- STITCH???

-🍂

I would like to apologize to you dear 🍂 anon but also... 😘

[fanartlover1234]

BAD SIDE

Y/n is a witch working for Mattheos dad but no one knows how sunful she really is

MATTHEO RIDDLE X READER

Mattheo saw how the person before him cried and beged his father to spare him, the man was a deatheater who betrayed his father.

Of course even if Mattheo would be willing to do almost everythinh to leave his father for good he stuck around for one person only.

Y/n.

She sat across him at the table, her eyes never once closing as she looked at the man getting ripped to shreds by Nagini, his fathers snake.

Most flinched back when the blood splashed, either afraid to stain their clothes or just simply grosted out but not she.

The blood splashed across her face and chest as she kept her eyes on the dead man, before they left his lifeless body her eyes following the patterns on the snake before they met his, her brown eyes were dark as she seemed to dig into his sould before she looked away as his father spoke.

After her father dismissed everyone, Mattheo went to the door but noticed as the girl looked af the dead body, she had not moved from her place.

I say the word girl as if Mattheo wouldnt know her, Mattheo grew up with Y/n untill she vanished when they were 13 years old, she had only come back a few months ago completely changed from the alive person she was.

Her eyes seemed dead as they looked into people, her face always blank and stone cold.

"Y/n" he spoke catching her attention as she got up, her eyes darted to him as she moved closer to the exit.

"Yes?" She asked as she stood before him, this seemed like the first time convo since she got back other than the small chats they had while going to meeting but this one, a simple convo thay ended only by Y/n s dark wood doors as she held her hand on the handle.

"You read?" He asked when she opened the door and saw the book case there.

She seemed to flush at his words amd Mattheo made his way to the books, opening a random one on a random page and read it while the girl tried to stop him.

He raised his brows at her as he shut the book closed but still not giving the girl the book.

"You read porn?" He asked losening his tie.

"Its not porn" she said annoyed reaching for the book only for Mattheo to put his hand up, way out of her reach "its a romance book thay happens to have some smut in it" she explained crossing her arms.

"Alright, princess" he said looking at her.

She felt small under his gaze, he noticed her eyes were not so dead anymore and face was showing more emotion than ever before.

"Ill make you a deal" he said stepping closer to her making her step back untill her back hit the door " anything in the not-porn-but-romance-with-smut-in-it book you read, ill do it to you 10 times better"

She felt the heat between her legs pool as she shut them, her head nodding before she can say anything else.

"Tomorrow" he ended.

[zkaus]

I need to tell you all that I FUCKING CALLED IT over FIFTEEN MONTHS AGO!! And now I don't know whether to celebrate or sob.

Probably both because 😭🫣😂😫 Episode 12 was a revelation!!

But also HOLY SHIT Armand?!?!! You brutal, conniving, sinister, murderous fuck! Way to be book accurate in the WORST possible way 🫣😬

But also... I was so damn close!!

As Armand says in the episode: "Did I catch you in a fantasy, where the boy somehow fumbles his way to publication? Where Lestat strolls past a bookstore, your book displayed in the shop window, where he buys himself a copy, reads your nasty embellishments and comes chasing after you again?"

This literally maps perfectly to how the events of the original novels play out.

Louis impulsively gives an interview (a clear provocation) to Daniel, who then publishes it as IWTV. Lestat wakes, reads Louis' book, and decides to write his own book in response and publicly announce his vampirism to protect Louis (by diverting the other vampires rage towards himself) and to both communicate with and ensure Louis can find him. He is so desperate to find and save Louis, he pulls a gigantic spotlight onto himself this causing the spiral of events in Queen of the Damned and all the rest...

The original interview is the metaphorical spark that the lit the fire (IWTV), and set the house on alight (TVL), that burned the entire neighbourhood to the ground (Akasha). And we all know Louis loves starting fires.

But it never happened so... now we know.

Its ONLY because Armand is still there with Louis in San Francisco that the original IWTV was never published, therefore the events of TVL and QOTD never played out like they did in the novels.

So now we have some confirmation... If Lestat woke up in 1984, he never came out as a vampire, and therefore Akasha never woke up. She's somewhere, sleeping still...

Also here's my (also 15 months old) theory on Dubai....

So in celebration of my apparent predictive accuracy, I have a few more theories to share about season 2, lets see if I'm right...

Or completely off 🫣🤔😂

Season 2 theories:

1. In the books, for years Armand stalked and psychologically tortured Daniel. He was 'fascinated' by him, just like in the show. I think we're going to see that although Armand convinced Louis that Daniel was only involved in 1973, he actually stalked the shit out of Daniel for the next decade (at least!) and probably never truly stopped*

*I'm fairly confident Daniel's apartment is in Trinity Gate (check out those ceilings!), and now we know Armand is into real estate it's even more likely.

2. I think we'll see that Armand moved from obsession with Louis, to obsessively amd sadistically fucking with (and actually fucking) Daniel for years and years. But when Armand eventually genuinely fell in love with Daniel (and it's reciprocated) he freaked the fuck out, and wiped/doctored Daniel's memories. Forced him to forget Armand was ever in his life at all, even manipulated Daniel by transferring his love from himself towards a woman (maybe Alice, maybe his second wife).

Then Armand went back to Louis.

3. I'm about 90% sure that in 1973, Lestat was either locked up (probably locked inside one of Armands horrible drawers in the rubble under the theatre) or horribly incapacitated. Very likely, Armand locked him away after the trial, and kept him there all this time.

In the books, Lestat was sleeping while healing during the events of 1973, so it's possible that he will be in the ground in the show. But by 1984, Lestat able to revive himself (as seen in the opening of TVL). However, in the show Lestat was awake enough in 1973 to speak with Armand. So when Armand told him that Louis was gravely injured (very much like in Merrick) we all know that Lestat would have done everything he could to get to Louis, tried anything to save Louis. So we can only assume that he can't. He's weak, malnourished and most likely imprisoned. And probably reamains so in 2022...

So now, the question becomes where the hell is Lestat right now? He would be with Louis if he could be? What the Fuck did you do Armand?!?

I'll be thinking hard on this one...

What do you think? What are your theories?

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[danikamariewrites]

i just loved headcanon modern rowaelin x reader, could you make one with nessian?

ps: I love your writing

Modern Nessian x reader headcanon

A/n: thank you anon ❤️

Warnings: none

You def met them at the gym

You and Nesta always waved to each other after running into each other in the locker room

Then it graduated to ‘hello’ a few times

They we’re your gym crushes 100%

You had never properly talked to them until Nesta was there alone one day and some dude was trying to hit on her

She spotted you on the treadmill and immediately rushed over to you, telling you what was happening

After having talking for a few Nesta got on the treadmill next to you and you guys walked and talked for like 2 miles

“He’s gone Nesta, you don’t have to pretend to talk to me anymore.” She looked taken aback, “I like talking to you. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself and Cassian too, my boyfriend that I usually come with.”

She invited you over for dinner that night at their house and that dinner was the start of your relationship

They loved to treat you

Especially Cassian, he loved to spoil you and Nesta

You two love going to the spa and Cassian wanted to make sure his girls were relaxed and well taken care of

You all went on vacation every few months. It was always somewhere different ranging from tropical beach vacations to skiing (Cass is def a snowboarder and he was so happy to teach you how)

They def have matching black motorcycles and you usually switch back and forth between who you ride with so it’s equal

One on one time with Nes was relaxing, reading, and nice cup of tea

She also loves shopping with you and helping you pick out your outfits (her fashion sense is the best out of the 3 of you)

With Cassian you both enjoy cooking together. Nesta can’t be bothered to use the kitchen except for the microwave so when you get the chance you and Cass cook together

He makes it fun! He puts on music or a trashy reality show (he’s invested in the Vanderpump Rules drama) and you just have fun singing amd talking

With both of them your go to activity is the movies

The next big blockbuster is coming out? Cassian ordered the tickets online weeks ago and preordered popcorn, drinks, and candy

He absolutely made you and Nesta do a Barbenheimer double feature. You were excited Nesta wanted to see just Oppenheimer

Cassian is more relaxed and silly where Nesta is more serious but you and Cass always make her laugh

You were nervous to meet their family, wondering if you would be accepted by them

Cass and Nes were super reassuring and helped you through your anxiety

Your favorite to cuddle up with is Cassian

His chest is so broad there’s so much room for you and Nesta and he’s just so warm and comfy

[the---hermit]

The first lil mushrooms for my crochet project (look how pretty the colours are with the deep green base!!) and a new book I got.

01|08|2023

This month has started in an unexpected but lovely way. While I was at the bus stop waiting for my bus home I started chatting with a girl who asked me informations because she is only just learning Italian, she complimented me for my English and we found ourselves talking about anything and everything, and we spoke for like half and hour? Other than just goving me a confidence boost on my English speaking abilities, since I don't get to practice a lot, it made feel so proud of myself for talking to a stranger. I am a super shy person, and one year ago I would have never just had a conversation like this with a stranger, it felt so good to do something so out of my comfort zone in such a natural way. I spent the rest of the morning in my family's store with my mom and brother, and then spent the afternoon with my mom. We had some errands to run and then we went to get a tea and a sweet treat in a cafè. It's something we like to do every once in a while, and it had been some time since our last tea afternoon. As we were out I also did something I hadn't done in years, I bought a book I don't know anything about and that I have never seen or heard before. It might sound stupid but in the last few years all my book purchases have been somehow planned, I knew what I was looking for amd I got books I knew something about. To just walk in a bookstore have my eye caught by something I know nothing about felt so good!

Chill hobbit summer activities of today (I am about to change name for this section but that will happen once I get back into my productive routine next week):

Reading in the morning

Monthly therapy session

Talking to strangers without feeling self conscious

Sat in the sun outside the store with my brother chatting and laughing

Buying a book I know nothing of but that called to me (I feel like it will be a great autumn horror to get cozy with)

Tea time with my mom (we got an amazing sweet treat and also the tea we got was super good? It was a mix of green tea and other herbs including lemongrass and rose, it was spectacular)

Crocheting everytime I have nothing to do

I'll be going out my family for dinner

📖: The Dragon Republic by R.F. Kuang

🎵: Burn The Witch by Shawn James

[essl-studies]

Thursday 10th October 2024

Fall 2024, Education Major, Honors Student, 19 credits, 6 classes, 3 Honors projects

Today was a little bit of classwork mixed with a lot of recharge/study time

Packed girls’ lunches since today was Mexican pizza day at their school and they don’t like how ‘spicy’ the sausage on the Mexican pizza is

Had to help my oldest carry her backpack in since it was so heavy (it had her school-provided laptop in it because she had I-ready homework last night) and her little arms were ‘hurting too bad, mama’

Rode with the hubby for our morning coffee (didn’t drink it yet)

Went straight to my dentist appointment

Had one cavity but dr wouldn’t fix it. Said it ‘wasn’t that big of a deal’ and that he ‘didn’t want to do major work’ to my mouth since I just got my braces off 4 months ago

Went straught home after dentist appointment

Completed my Business Writing Quiz 1, which once graded will be used as my midterm grade. The ‘auto grade’ system gave me a 25 out of 50 (got all the multiple choice correct but can’t get the rest of the points until the professor grades my written responses). The quiz was Locke with a password amd had no time limit but had to be completed before midnight and in one attempt (no saving and coming back)

Had to read through/watch lectures about business reports and report proposals after the quiz was submitted (student were locked out of the lecture materials until they hit submit on their quiz)

Worked on some mittens I’m crocheting as Christmas gifts for family

Took a Power Nap

Had ramen with fried egg for lunch

Watched some Kill Counts and Stucky edits on YouTube

Went to get girls

Took them to a park and put to eat for dinner

Made KitKat mummies for pudding when we got home

[ravenkinnie]

Do you have any thoughts on good/bad/worthwhile Cassandra Cain storylines? Her introduction/origin years ago was uhh not good (i.e., mega-racist even by Batbook standards), but I figure a bazillion lesbians can't be wholly wrong (except about TSwift and maybe The L Word).

here is the thing, if you wanna read about a character of color in comics you gotta accept it will be a little to very racist. I'm pretty sure being racist is just a requirement to be a comics writer, like they make you take a racial bias test and only hire people with highest scores. and hilariously I can't guess which introduction you mean because I realise that her og-og origin also falls under some racist stereotypes but new52 was just a full on massacre jsnsjsj

I need to caveat that the storylines in her solo will have art so racist it will make your eyes water sometimes, that's why it's so hard ro recommend it sjsjsjks but I genuinely think the first few arcs from it are great, even though it's funny as fuck that they realised cass not speaking at all was either a lil racist or not very good for carrying a solo and they magicked her the ability to speak but it DID lead to the shiva arc and that was fucking crazy amd i haven't seen a batfam mf go this hard since then. on the flipside some of the later arcs and the annuals are.... oh girl. apart from racism even, they are just choppy and messy and nothing was ever gonna go anywhere because dc hated my girl and wanted her gone so she's not allowed to have any meaningful storylines connected to batfam or yk. anything really

and its only worse from here, like the whole evil cass arc after that leading to batgirl redemption is straight up infamous because of how stupid it is. it's pointless and it brings nothing and was never gonna be resolved because every man at dc secretly imagines their wife is deathstroke when they fuck so it's not like cass will actually get her dues at the end of all that. it was literally her death and the maidens and that shit sucked even less somehow

and that was the good era <3 n52 outsiders was okay, not very preboot cass accurate and shiva wasn't that in character necessarily but its not physically painful to read. but her introduction was fucking batman and robin eternal and I think whoever thought of this panel in particular

needs to be in fucking prison for the irreperable damage this did to fanon. and also whoever came up with tim saying because she can't talk she must have the mind of a chuld - oh if I got my hands on tynion for this. oh bitch

rebirth doesn't even deserve a mention because it was just boring. now we have batgirls as her main comic and I hate that fucking thing with my entire heart like I would pay a turkish witch to curse everybody involved in making this. the way they said they wrote them to be about 14 I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack just remembering it. from newer stuff the only things I would say are worth attention is her story in the asian heritage month special - not crazy good but its okay - and spirit world but it's not that focused on her. still a fun read tho

also, preboot, there are some REALLY good one off issues with her that you would never think to read because they are buried in other runs. my faves are gotham knights #2, dc presents batgirl vs joker, gotham secret files and origins, and batgirl secret files

tldr: if you want to stan cass you have to accept you will suffer. there's no joy to be found here, even in the good arcs. thankfully, I'm delusional and love pain so the potential they never made her live up to is enough to drive me crazy for eternity and one day I will suck off a dc editor so good they will let me write a cass solo with full creative control and jh williams on art and I will have my revenge. and they will all be sorry

[the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes]

𝒜 𝒮𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝐵𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎 (A TDoaTE and AMD Crossover smutfic)

Pairing: M!OC (Harry James, first born son of Carla James from A Mother's Devotion) x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Story Summary: In an AU for both AMD and TDoaTE, Theia would have arrived at the hotel on Rosie's behest, but instead of falling in love with her Alastor, a different Alastor, one with a far more sinister shadow, would reside at the hotel, and beside him, a perky, chipper, and seemingly young doe-like woman had decided to play house. She decided upon first glance that like all the wayward residents at the hotel, that Theia, too, needs a mother figure, and Theia, dealing with parental abandonment issues and running away from home along with a bounty of secrets, decides to indulge her want for this if nothing else than so she can have a mother who loves her. One day, Harry, her eldest son, along with four of his brothers, arrive at the hotel. He's terse, he's taciturn, and he's incredibly tall---nearly twice her height. Life continues, and she begins to notice him, tries to get to know him, but nothing works. He refuses to open up to her. Until out of nowhere, he starts getting furious and bitter when anyone approaches. Anyone and everyone, except, inexplicably, her.

Word Count: 8.2k Authors: @home-for-wayward-fawns and I co-wrote this, and you can find A Mother's Devotion on his blog, or up-to-date on AO3 here.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Tentacles, Biting, Blood, Obsessive Behavior, minor spoilers for TDoaTE

Pre-Story A/N from Sera: Sorry for those dutifully waiting on Chapter 39 of TDoaTE; I promise I will have it up soon. This little bug of an idea has been in my head for months now, as I co-write AMD with it's author. I know the entire plot to AMD, and have been a simp for Harry since the idea of him emerged, so of course we got to talking about an AU where Theia is a part of Carla's life, deemed one of her children. Harry never falls in love in AMD, but in this shared universe, she and Harry would be perfect together. The following is the day the two of them give in to their feelings. It is almost entirely PURE SMUT and a delight to read, if I do say so myself. Enjoy!

When Theia first met Harry, he was cold and aloof. He rarely spoke, unless he thought it crucial, and even then, it was terse, to the point. He was like that with everyone, even his own brothers, and it struck her that he tolerated them more than got along. It was if it was expected of him more than anything else. He stuck to his mother Carla like glue, determined to stand between her and anyone else who got too close, constantly watching out for danger, determined to keep her from any perceived threat. He never laughed at her jokes; she tried so hard to get him to crack a smile at her puns—her absolutely terrible puns—but nothing worked; if he even reacted, it was just a raised eyebrow or a small eye roll before he made his way out of her line of sight.

Lately, he'd been more fire than ice. She had seen Harry stalking around the hotel, all growls and irritation, clearly upset about something. He’d been rude to everyone, snapping at Niffty for being underfoot, starting fights with Husk more often than usual, and just generally being on edge. She swore he’d nearly bit Angel’s head off just because they were having a conversation at the bar. She hadn’t been drinking, had sworn off whiskey long ago to appease Carla, but sitting with Angel had become a passtime nevertheless. She’d just sighed and got up to go to the kitchen, deciding that it wasn’t worth the bother to try and ask him again why he was in such a foul mood.

It had only gotten worse as the days continued on, Harry seemingly being irked by every little thing. Snapping at one of his brothers for lingering in the kitchen for too long when she was preparing a snack, or barking at a different one for leaving a perceived mess on the lounge floor. He’d appeared ready to bite another one’s heads off because he didn’t appreciate ‘his stench’ lingering in the halls. Each and every time, she would watch as his brothers backed off, cowering their heads in submission to the eldest of the Gill boys. One would expect this to appease Harry, but it didn’t; it seemed to only make him worse—he wanted a fight. So he started picking fights with Alastor—someone who wouldn’t hold back after being disrespected— and while it had never been in front of Carla, she somehow always managed to find them to pull Harry away by the ear.  Perfect Harry, the perfect son, snapping and snarling with a rage uncharacteristic of him. She didn’t understand why he wouldn’t go to Carla for help, why he would growl at everyone—everyone but her. For being so standoffish for so long, it had suddenly turned sweet, suddenly almost doting of all things.

He’d been spending more time around her, time she hadn’t expected, asking about her day, standing closer to her than usual. She noticed his gaze seemed to follow her everywhere she went, and his sudden attention—focus—confused her.

She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, waking in the middle of the night, so she’d woken up late, too late for breakfast. She’d gone downstairs to make herself something, but as she did so, she noticed that Carla’s usual spread had been devoured, nothing left but crumbs. There was no one left in the dining room, no one but Harry.

He appeared to be staring into space, eyes unfocused as if lost in thought. She approached him quietly, cautiously, and when she was a few steps away from him, she asked in almost a whisper, “Harry, are you alright?” Seeming to right himself in an instant, his gaze snapped up to hers, his face still that always indifferent expression. “Of course.” He replied dismissively, before immediately asking, “Have you eaten?”

She winced as she shook her head. “I stayed up too late last sight and slept in this morning. I was just going to make myself something quick since everything’s already been eaten.” He raised an eyebrow at first, as if confused, then after a moment, he decided, “Sit. I’ll make you breakfast.” He stood then, and she was once again reminded of how tall he was, towering over her at nearly double her own height. She blinked, all twenty-nine eyes fluttering in surprise. He pulled out a chair for her to sit, and she did so, craning her head up to meet his gaze. “That’s incredibly sweet of you, Harry. Thank you.”

He nodded and left for the kitchen. She blinked again, puzzled at his choice of action, and stared down into the eyes on her dress. The eyes stared back. She hadn’t known he could cook, not really—certainly not enough to make her a meal—but perhaps it had been something he’d picked up from his mother. Closing her own, opened the eyes in the kitchen and watched his movements. He seemed to know what he was doing, taking out the tools and ingredients he’d need to prepare her something special—taking care to collect a jar of eyes  she hadn’t noticed before, as if he’d gone out of his way to find them himself—and pluck a few green ones from inside. He didn’t even flinch, barely even blinked, as he tossed them into the pan to cook them, and it made her smile. He started on the coffee as the eyes cooked, and she saw him drop a pair of brown ones inside her personalized mug. When had he taken notice of her habits, known she preferred to cook with green, that brown went into her coffee? What else had he paid attention to, observed and taken note?

When it was done, he plated the cooked eyes, turned off the stove,  and filled her mug with coffee. As he left the kitchen for the dining room again, she closed the ones in the kitchen and opened her own once more.

As he set the food before her, she smiled up at him, asking, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm always okay; I'm Perfect Harry; didn't you know?" He said it in a comforting tone, but his empty expression didn’t match it. There was something darker in his eyes, something different than the usual blood thirst for which he ached. He was standing next to her, as he so often was these days, always looming over her, as if trying to show off how big and strong hea was, as if he needed her to know. 

She just chuckled as she took a bite of the eyes he brought her, sipped her coffee with a smile. "How could I ever forget? It's not as if Carla doesn't always remind me. Thank you again for the food, Harry. It's awfully thoughtful of you."

He didn't tell her that he liked just being Harry, that she didn't feel the need to remind him constantly how perfect he was, but she knew it to be true. She knew his mother din't mean to put so much pressure on him; knew Carla loved him, but she knew how exhausting it must be having to be perfect all the time. She knew he had five brothers because of Carla’s little mantra she would repeat when she was upset. One of them—Peter, along with Poppy, her only daughter— weren’t around, but Theia assumed they were both in Heaven, happy and carefree with a life far less complicated than her own. With four other brothers around, it struck her as odd that all the weight of Carla’s expectations always fell to him. It was easy for her to just let him be himself—just Harry—when he was around, and lately, it seemed as if that’s all he wanted, to simply exist in her presence.

"I like watching you eat, knowing that I was the one who made it for you." He told her simply, and there was a thickness in the air as he let the words fall. Standing all the while, he watched her as she ate. It wasn’t unexpected; he was just like that to her, looming and watching, and she was okay with it. It was an intense gaze that didn't falter until she let out a pleased sigh, taking bites and sipping her coffee. His entire body relaxed, looking like the pup who’d received the praise it craved. While his posture loosened, he still watched her—always watched her—something she’d almost come to expect.

He watched as she chewed, and she noticed as his gaze followed her movements, focusing on the way her sharp teeth bite into the eyeballs she suspected he harvested himself with her specifically in mind. The look in his gaze told of a story she couldn’t read yet, one she craved to know. As a keeper of secrets, Theia knew that Harry had quite a few, despite his aloof demeanor. Just as he knew she had many, she had a strong impulse to learn what he deemed so important as to keep them from his own mother. For instance, when had he learned how to prepare eyeballs so well? It certainly wasn’t a skill she would have taught him.

Theia smiled softly and continued to eat. It was delicious. Despite all of Carla's complaints about her children never learning how to cook, he must have gotten some kind of advice somewhere, for it was some of the best she'd ever had. She raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee again. "This is delicious. I didn't know you could cook. Eyes can be quite temperamental." 

"I don't typically enjoy cooking, but I know enough to get by. I cooked for Mama when it got harder for her towards the end. I'd happily cook for you more often if it's what you desire." He looked down at her as he said the word, his gaze unfaltering as she ate. 

She blushed softly and continued to eat. For a moment she was stunned, confused by his words, and it took her a while to respond. She wasn’t used to being caught off guard, liked to have a quick word for everything, but here he managed to do it. She sipped her coffee and let one of the eyeballs fall into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully, using it to take the time to think of a response. She'd always thought he was handsome, tall, strong. She'd hidden it for a long time, or at least tried to do so, knowing that Carla saw her like a daughter and he was her son. She'd tried to think of him as a brother, but that had never really been an option, so while amicable, she'd kept her distance. Now, it seemed as if she was the only one in the entire hotel he had any interest in even being around, and it confused her, but she liked how much he seemed to care. After she sipped her coffee again, she looked him in the eyes and gave him a soft smile as she said, "She was lucky to have you there for her, when she needed you most. I've never had someone like that, there for me when I needed them, making meals for me, not since I ran away." She took another bite and continued, "I'd be happy to eat whatever you make me, if it would be as delicious as this."

"I'll look after you." He growled low, and it almost sounded angry, like her words had sparked something deep and primal from within him. He coughed, trying to gain composure. "I'd like you to come to me to look after you. I'd really like it." She flushed even as she saw him flinch. She made a note that her family life—or rather her lack of one—upset him, bothered him that she didn't have what he did. She'd admit it, too, if pressed enough, but that isn't something she feels discussing with him just yet. She shivered as his words reverberated in the room, his growl seeming to wrap around her. It was warm, like a blanket, but there's something about it that makes her want him closer to her.

"I've always felt so safe with you, Harry." She said in barely a whisper, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "I'd like that too."

"I spent my entire life devoted to my mother; never once was my attention enraptured by another, and yet I find my thoughts drifting to you often. What do you want from me? I'd be happy to provide." He said, and there was a heavy intention to the words that she couldn’t quite decipher. It almost felt like a challenge, like he was daring her to come up with something ridiculous; if there were any man who would stand against the test of time, who would be arrogant enough to stand against the test of Heaven’s might, it was Harry. 

She blushed impossibly harder, and it felt as if her face might melt. She was stunned a second time in the same conversation, and she had to take another sip of her coffee, let the other eyeball fall into her mouth as she contemplated a response. The very notion that any man—much less perfect Harry—would take an interest in her, was surprising. She'd never let herself give in to that interest, that want, but she found herself craving that especially as he looked at her like that. She's reminded once again of how incredibly tall he is, towering over her, looming, but it's not terrifying as it ought to be. It's comforting, knowing that he could protect her just as easily as he could break her. She finished off the last bite of her food and swallowed the rest of the coffee. She had to tilt her head up so far to look into his eyes, and she's almost convinced she's on fire. He'd always smelled so good to her: smoke, earth, and often like fresh blood, but somehow it's stronger; it's more and she wants to smother herself in it. "I-" She started and stuttered, not realizing how difficult this would be to say, given, well, everything. She took a breath and started again. "Harry, I'd take anything you gave me, as long as it was from you." She stood, took a step closer to him, and even as she did, it was still not close enough, and he's still so tall. "This is...hard for me to say, so I'll try to be as clear as I know how to be." She bit her lip, struggling to keep her gaze fixed on his. She was looking at him—always looking at him—but her gaze was blurred, unfocused, uncertain. "I want you. I want you in any way that you'll have me." She shifted her feet nervously, already embarrassed in anticipation of a rejection. "Sorry if that's too much; I know you don't see me like that…"

He cut her off, leaning in for a kiss, and she could feel his entire body vibrate as he purred against her lips. He was gentle, and a little awkward, growling as he pulled away. It confused her, his tone, and it showed on her face until he spoke. "You have no idea how I see you. I know what Mama says about me, Theia, but she's wrong. I may be the perfect son, but I'm a terrible man. I want you—all of you—and if you give that to me, I won't let you take it back. There is no power that will keep you from me. Devotion is kind of my family's whole shtick; let me give it to you, please." She practically whimpered as he pulled away, choosing to step closer to him—needing to be closer to him—close enough that she had to tilt her head so incredibly far back just to meet his gaze again. "I know you're not perfect. You don't have to be with me." She gave him a soft smile as she continued, "I'm certainly not perfect either, and I happen to like that dark side of you, the side she pretends doesn't exist. I want you, all of you, exactly as you are, Harry." 

She wanted to kiss him back, but he was so tall that she'd have to pull her tentacles out just to reach him, just to stretch and climb him. They wanted to escape her, wanted to trap him against her so he could never leave, never escape, never abandon her like everyone else always had. "Please kiss me again. Please." She didn't mean for it to come out as a beg, but there was something about him, something about how close he was, about how she ached to be closer. She let her weight fall against him, practically groaning at the feeling of his body on hers. "I might break if you don't."

"I'll never let you break; I take care of what's mine." He kissed her again gently; his lips touched hers and he was so warm to the touch that it was like he was a roaring inferno. He ran his hand through her hair like she was something delicate for which he wanted to care. He pulled away again, scooting out a chair so he could sit on it. He looked at her, almost at the same eye level now, as he spread his legs comfortably, leaning forward. "There's no leaving my family, Theia. You can ask any of my brothers; I won't let you leave. This is your out. Tell me you want me, and I promise to take care of you in every possible way, or walk away now. I won't hold it against you. I'll still be your Harry; I'll still protect you always, but you'll be free of me. Devotion is worthless if it’s forced; trust me; I know." 

He stared into the large eye at the center of her face—his favorite one—as he waited for her response. 

She shuffled her feet again, biting her lip. "You know that I have secrets. There are things that view don't know, things I haven't told...well, anyone. If you take me as I am, promise to never leave me, I'll tell you them, and they'll be yours to keep. I'll tell you one right now: I don't have forever: to live, to be with you, but I'll be yours as long as I can be." She crossed the room to him, the few steps that it was, and somehow managed to climb into his lap, resting her legs across his so they dangled over the side. She felt so small, so fragile, so safe. She sighed into his warmth and looked up into his eyes. "I don't want out. I want to be yours, Harry. Forever, if I could, but I know that's not an option. It's not much, but I promise you all the time I have left." She placed a hand over his heart, curled into his side, and looked up into his eyes. "I want to never be rid of you. Please, Harry. I've never been more sure of anything before." "You will give me forever, and I don't much care who I have to go through to get it, but we can discuss that when you're ready." He told her, and it hurt that she believed him; she believed that there was no power that Harry would not stand against to get what he wanted. She remembered the day he met Lucifer, towering over the Devil himself with a stone cold expression, and demanded his mother’s soul back. He was fearless, and cold, and ready for war. That was Perfect Harry. She’d kept out of sight that day, and since Lucifer had been so preoccupied with Carla and everything else going on, she’d managed to keep him from noticing her, hiding in the background, but with Harry, she felt like she didn’t have to be.

He placed one hand on her waist before pressing a hungry kiss to her lips. She was open, and willing, and ached to be his. She ached to belong to someone who would fight against all the most powerful creatures in existence, to be kept safe by someone empowered by devotion and duty. He pushed her down on his thigh, slowly bouncing her on it as he groaned into the kiss. 

"Mine." He growled into her mouth as he pulled her closer, as if she could never be close enough to satisfy him. 

"Yours." She practically sobbed with a desperate breath, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "If anyone could break this curse—fix me—I bet it's you." She stared into his eyes, all twenty-nine of hers focused on his two. Forever seemed like a lifetime more than she had, even if what she did was far longer than the average human lifespan, seemed like so long to the average sinner. Thoughts swam in her head: so many secrets, so much history she'd never told anyone, never wanted to tell anyone before him. "I have so much to tell you, so much to say, but all of that can wait." She murmured against his lips, peppering kisses as she spoke. "Prove to me that I'm yours, Harry. Prove to me that you'll never leave me, that I'll be yours forever."

He kissed along her cheek, trailing kisses down her neck, being mindful of her eyes. "I'll never leave you. Welcome to the family, Theia." 

He stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist as he did so. She wrapped his legs around his to steady herself, and she felt his cock jump in excitement against her thigh. He walked her to his room, kicking his door open as he walked inside before quickly turning, pushing her against it. "Fuck, you're so fucking gorgeous. You're mine." He growled, panting against her neck as he slid a large clawed hand up her thigh, hastily pulling her skirt up. "Fuck, I've never—I've never done this before."

 "That's–That's okay." She panted, throwing her head back against the door with a soft thunk, bucking her hips in anticipation. "I know that you'll be amazing." She groaned as he nipped at the side of her neck, threaded her hands through his thick head of black hair. "You're mine after all." She said with a wink. He clawed at her panties, trying to pull them off her hips. "Shred them;" she moaned; "I just want you." The sound of fabric tearing hit her ears, and it fell away from her in an instant. She was slick, and wanting, and desperate. She knew that he was still fully clothed, and she couldn't possibly reach him from this angle even if she tried. She bit her lip and blushed again. "You're practically twice my height; how is this going to work?" He didn't respond to her as his claws dug into her now naked hips and he pushed her up against the wall. He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he licked up her thighs with a long thick tongue. "I'll make it work; I need to taste you first." He whispered low, before he was pulling her flush against his face, pressing his thick tongue between her glistening folds. He groaned in approval as if he were satisfied by the taste, as if she were a meal to be savored. He pushed his tongue deep inside her, dug his claws into her skin, holding her tight as she wrapped her legs around the back of his head. She burrowed her hands in his thick, dark head of hair, pulling at him, and he groaned. He felt her find his large wolf ears, scratching behind them, and he moaned, feeling his tail begin to wag in excitement.

She moaned too, tugging at his hair, pulling him closer to her, wanting him deeper, filling her. "You don't need," she purred as she bucked her hips into his face, "to be gentle with me. I like it rough." She found herself crying out and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he nipped at her with those sharp teeth of his. "Yes!" She exclaimed as that tongue curled inside her. He was slow and deliberate, as if she were a feast to be devoured and he had all the time in the universe. "Please," she found herself begging, though for a second she wasn't sure for what, "please, Harry, faster, deeper. I need more."

She felt him snarl against her as she bucked her hips into his mouth. He raked his claws down her thighs, wrapping his hands round the back of her knees and pinning them to the wall behind her. She gasped in shock and felt a full-body shiver run through him. He burrowed his tongue deeper inside her, seeming to enjoy the way she helplessly rutted against his face, clawing her nails against his scalp. She arched her back and bucked her hips into his face again as his tongue found that spot inside her that always caused her to see stars. "There!" She cried out with a sob, tears pricking at the seven eyes on her face, "Right there!" Her nails dug into his scalp, and if she were less distracted, she might have been concerned that she'd hurt him, but in that moment, her only focus was climbing closer to that peak. "More," she begged softly, pleadingly, "more, please."

He looked up at her, his hands tightening around her knees as he pushed her feet up to her head. She looked beautiful, perfectly bent in two for him as she arched her back, clawing against his scalp. He slowly pulled away, licking up to her clit and pressing the flat of his tongue against it. He growled as she began to rock her hips, using his tongue to find her release until she let out a beautiful howl of pleasure. Her entire body shook around him and he let her ride out her orgasm. He slowly pulled her down, grinning as she wrapped her arms around him, and he licked up her neck. "Mine. All Mine." He growled into her ear. "I need to be inside you. I want you to take my knot. Tell me you want it; tell me you want me, gorgeous." She moaned at the thought of him filling her, stretching her so incredibly full. She had no doubt he'd be massive—so incredibly big even without it—but knotting her, she'd be stretched even more, stuck to him. "Please," she panted as she raked her nails across his scalp, "yours. Forever yours. I want you. I want you so bad it hurts." She bit her lip and bucked her hips into him, desperate for friction, for anything he could give her. "Please, Harry, fill me; mark me; knot me; break me. I need it." More words tumbled from her lips in an incoherent mess. She'd never been so desperate in her entire life, certainly not for a man. He was different though, made her feel like she was special, made her feel worthy of love. Just as long as she could be enough for him, maybe he would stay.

He tutted at her in gentle disapproval. "I'm not going to break you; I already told you; I take care of what's mine. I will fucking ruin you, though. You're mine now, I'm never letting you go. I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you from me." He pulled her with him as he walked over to the bed, pushing her down on the mattress. His room was bare, though that was hardly surprising. A wooden bed with gray sheets, gray walls, and hardly any decoration. The only splash of color in the entire room were the pictures on his dresser: all of his family, mostly Carla and who she could only assume was his little sister Poppy. He looked down at her sprawled across his bed, looking up at him with all her eyes, and he grinned. "Can I take a picture of you? I'd quite like to remember the day I made you mine." 

She flushed at the notion, surprised, and nodded, swallowing back a sob. He wanted proof of her existence, proof that she lived, and that made her want him even more. "I suppose it's fitting. I'm your first love. This is my first photograph." It was simple; it was honest, and she gave him a sad smile. "My father never believed in indulging photography, thought it was too modern, that portraits were classier, and even then, I was never to pose for one. I'm a lot of things, Harry, but being loved by my parents was never one of them."

The very notion that he wanted to immortalize her, keep proof of her long after she'd ceased existing from this burden of a curse, should not have made her wet, but it did, desperate to be wanted, desperate for someone who wanted her as she was for as long as she could be. She only hoped it would be enough. "A first is a big milestone. Let's make it one to remember, one no one but the two of us will ever see.” She winked and tugged at the hem of her dress. It parted just enough to tease him further, sliding off her shoulders and hugging her breasts, slitting up the side as she let her legs fall open for him.

She knew that it was a strange concept for Harry to wrap his head around—the idea of not being loved—and it showed. It was obvious that he was loved—cherished even—by all those around him. Carla put a lot of pressure on him, but her love was immeasurable for her perfect son. Even his brothers loved him—despite the clearly tense relationship; it was clear that there was a lot of respect and admiration there. As he looked down upon Theia, it was evident that he could not imagine the life she had lived. 

"Beautiful, gorgeous, mine." He praised her, pulling her out of her thoughts as he took picture after picture. “I’m going to plaster these over my walls; you will be the color to take over my gray, Theia.” She flushed at the declaration, at his poetry, moved by the notion that he wanted to surround himself with images of her.

She giggled and laughed as the light flashed, wondered if Vox was watching, if he was seeing what he'd once again failed to hold onto, a fact that she'd never dared to mention to Harry before, prayed it wouldn't affect them down the road even as she wondered to whom she ought to pray.

She knew that no man—no God for that matter—could ever compare to Harry anyway. No man could look quite like he did, could be as strong, as powerful, as tall. She had never been a good woman, never wanted to be, wasn't looking for a good man, either. She wanted a man who could be good to her—so good to her it was as if there were no other women in all of existence—and only Harry had ever met that criteria.

He put his phone into his back pocket before he slowly unbuckled his belt. There was an almost timid awkwardness to the movement, an unpractised action in front of company, and it excited her—she was his first. 

As he unzipped his trousers, she tugged on the collar of her dress again, so as he pulled himself free from his confines, the fabric split for him, falling open to expose her fully. She found her mouth falling open in shock when she saw his absolutely massive cock, erect and pulsing with need, precum already glistening at the tip. It must have been an entire foot long and just short of half of that in width. A line of drool trickled out of her lips at the sight of it, thinking how she'd have to contort her features into her demon form just to take him into her mouth. It was a long moment before she spoke, entranced and mystified by the sheer size of it. "I've never even seen, much less had a man as big as you." She said when she finally found words, breathless as she parted her legs wider, wanting it, wanting him. "You're not even inside me yet and you've already ruined me for anyone else, alive or dead."

She felt a shiver run down her spine, spreading through her body in a wave as she imagined how she'd feel, how impossibly full she'd be stretched open on his cock. "Please, Harry, I need you." She moaned, practically begged, another line of drool falling from her lips.

Harry ripped his shirt open to reveal a chest of rippling muscle and thick burn scars across his entire body. A long silver chain ran down his chest, the center of which rested an ornate golden ring with a huge diamond on it. 

He held the ring between two fingers, before placing a gentle kiss to it. 

“This ring has been in my family for generations, a gift from first born son to first born son. My grandfather passed it down to me, as his did for him, and now it’s yours. My grandmother wore it her entire life. I hope you’ll choose to do the same.” 

“I’m honored that you’d trust me with something so special to you, so important. I’ve never had something so meaningful as an heirloom before.” She replied, awestruck at the notion of having something so valuable: an heirloom that had somehow traversed death itself. 

“I trust you with my heart, with my life. You’re one of the most important women in the world.” He said, and as if often the case was with Harry, every word was purposeful and full of meaning. 

She blushed scarlet, shocked by his words. “Oh, view,” She said with a pun to try and brush away her self-conscious thoughts threatening to bubble to the surface, “it’s beautiful, Harry.” 

“You’re beautiful, gorgeous, but not quite perfect.” He said, before he pulled off the large chain, carefully placing it above her so it could fall upon her own chest. “Now, you are perfect.” 

She flushed even darker at his words, moved by his praise. While she didn’t think she was perfect normally, somehow, when he said it, she almost believed it. She moaned, opening her hips wider for him, ready and desperate. Understanding her want, her need, He gripped his cock, rubbing the thick head of it between the folds of her glistening pussy before he looked up at her. He slowly pressed against her slick entrance, carefully pushing forward with a clenched jaw. She spread her legs impossibly further, opening herself as wide as she could to make room for something so huge she was sure it would not fit, and then she watched as his eyes went wide. He seemed to stop breathing entirely as he finally thrust inside, and she felt her entire body tighten around him—he was so fucking big. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed, grabbing her hips to pull her down further onto his aching cock. "Fuck, shit, Theia, need, mine."

She threw her head back as she felt him deep inside her, stretching her so she was full of him. She ached to belong to him, to be Harry’s girl, and as if he had read her mind, he demanded it of her. 

"Say you're fucking mine; say it. I'll fucking—I don't fucking know; whatever you want Theia; what do you want? Fuck, I'll give it to you." He groaned. 

A choked moan escaped her lips as he slid slowly—oh so slowly—inside of her. It needed to be slow just this once—stretching her open so well on his massive, absolutely gargantuan cock. Her own string of curses—a rarity for her—escaped her lips as she reached for him, settled her hands on his chiseled and hairy biceps, wanting more but finding him too far away from her. "Fuck!" The first came as a surprise, even to her, and the rest tumbled soon after. "Fuck, Harry, you're so fucking big!" Another line of drool escaped her mouth as tears pricked her eyes. Her gaze kept drifting from between him and the necklace he'd bestowed on her, the ring he'd deemed so important that he kept it close to his heart. She felt overwhelmed at the notion that he would give her something so valuable, so important to him, as a symbol of what they were, a symbol of what it meant to belong to him. It meant forever, something she hadn’t even considered an option until him. It glinted in the low lighting between her breasts, bounced as he thrust his hips. She'd almost been married once, long ago, to a man who she had never wanted to spend days with, much less her life. Harry had always been different, even from the beginning, even before he didn't see her as worthy like she apparently was now. The notion of being his, so completely his had the tears escaping from the sheer relief of being wanted, needed, possibly even loved. "I'm yours; of course I'm yours. I'll always fucking be yours!" It came out as a combination of a wail and a howl as he continued to plunge deeper into her, and she thought he was done, but as she looked down, it was merely a pause, allowing her body to take even more inside. She whined at that, desperate for more.

This was never going to work without them, and they wanted to escape. Her eyes flashed red at him, and the silhouette of her tentacles loomed around her as she gave him a lustful gaze. "They want you, Harry, just as I do." She moaned as she felt him sucked into her deeper by the sheer notion of them coming out to play. "They want to wrap around you and bury you inside of me, make you mine just as much as I am yours."

"I'm going to make you my fucking wife; you're going to be Theia James, and you're going to spend the rest of your fucking life on my cock. I'll fucking—fucking—shit!" He cursed as her tentacles—The Thousand Eyes—emerged from her back to wrap around him, pulling him closer as he fell on top of her, his cock piercing through to the hilt and she screamed. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer so he could be deeper, and the head of his cock hit something, a wall deep inside her that made her wail. "Mine. You have no fucking idea how much I want you, how much I've watched you. Fuck. I'm yours. Forever and always. Fucking watch anyone try to take you from me, fucking watch them try." He snarled, claws digging into her as his usually yellow eyes slowly faded away into a dark, shadowy black. 

She looked down and saw the large bulge poking up from her abdomen; he was stretching her to force her to accept his cock. He was reshaping her body to suit his needs, remaking her to match his. He began to thrust with earnest, hard and fast as she howled and writhed around him. He placed a hand on either side of her head, pressing his forehead against hers, and she watched a broad grin split across his face, as if he felt giddy that the seven eyes on her face were all on him. "Perfect Theia for Perfect Harry." He purred as he thrust forward, burying himself inside her to the hilt. "Perfect Theia, Perfect Theia, Perfect fucking Theia." He panted in time to his thrusts, never once taking his eyes off her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pounded into her, tentacles writhing around his limbs as she shook with pleasure, achingly close to the edge again as he called her perfect and his. Being his, being perfect enough for him was all she wanted, all she could ever need, and she felt this in every fiber of her being as she felt him hit that spot inside her over and over again. She could do that, be his perfect wife, be the perfect woman for him, if he'd let her stay, let her be his for all she had, all she could give him. She had a desperate want inside her, and he seemed to fulfill everything she'd ever needed, everything she'd ever craved. He wasn't familiar with how her body worked yet, but he would be, would learn every inch of her, would know every way that sent her reeling, but right now, she needed to teach him. One of her tentacles found his hand and pulled it to where she needed, curled around his fingers to show him exactly how she liked to be touched, brushing against her clit in just the right way to send her keening, arching into him as she took him even deeper, singing for him. "Perfect for you. Theia James, just for you. Yours!" She sobbed between breaths, so full to the brim and craving more even as her body shook. "Make me yours forever! I want your teeth on my skin. I want your name carved above my heart. I want to put my mark on your skin, show everyone that you are mine." She declared before it devolved into begging, "Bite me; mark me; fill me; breed me!" It was these words that sent her crashing through another orgasm, screaming, his name on her lips.

A snarl ripped from his lips, primal and violent, before he bit down into her neck. It was sharp and harsh as her blood flowed into his mouth. She screamed in pain but he didn't let go, couldn't let go. He wrapped his hands around the back of her shoulders, pulling her down on his cock as he thrusted up, before he was cumming deep inside her. He let out a howl as he did so, alerting all in the house that she was his. She felt his knot expand within her, stretching her impossibly wide as they were bound together. "MINE. YOU'RE FUCKING MINE." He snarled, claws digging into her naked shoulders and sweat dripping down his face. There was something animalistic to his voice, something deep and dark inside him trying to escape. 

"Ỹ̸̲Ō̵͍Ụ̶̏R̸̫͊S̸̟͆!" She howled, eyes flashing red as her tentacles tightened around him, pulled him even closer to her, her nails pricked his scalp as her blood flowed into his mouth. "Ä̷͙́N̴͕͒D̸̹͒ ̵͕̿Y̷̧̛Ò̶̗U̶͔̐'̶̯̓R̵̽͜E̵̪̎ ̸͔̌M̷̹͐I̷̻̽Ñ̶̳Ẽ̴̯,̶̙̏ ̷̠̏Ḧ̸̯Á̷̘R̶̨͌Ŕ̷͕Y̴͇̐ ̴̪̔J̶̺͒A̴̪̚M̵͇̐E̸̍͜S̸͍̽!̷͉͐ ̴̛̺D̶̫̃Ō̵̯N̵̛͈'̶̹͘T̵̪̏ ̵͙̈Y̵̠͌O̵̡̕U̵̻͊ ̶̪̀É̸̟V̵͍̿Ë̷̢Ṙ̵̦ ̴̝̀F̸͎̈́U̴͇͒C̵̺̿K̸͙̊Ḯ̴̲N̵̦͂Ḡ̴̝ ̷͓̎F̵̬́Ȯ̷̢R̶͙̍G̵̳̈E̵̢̊T̴͚̾ ̴̮͛İ̶͕Ṯ̶͑!" Her demon voice slipped through as she roared, sinking her teeth into his neck in turn. His blood was sweet on her tongue, strong and musky and so him. She moaned into his neck as she drank from him, felt as he drank from her. She stayed there, lapping at the wound and licking him clean, sealing it with her tongue as she felt him slowly do the same. She wondered what he'd think when he saw the color of her blood, or maybe he already knew, wondered if it tasted different than that of a sinner. "Yours, Harrison James. Always yours." She murmured as he held her, his full first name slipping out on accident from her lips, with him still knotted deep inside her. They'd be stuck like this for hours. The knowledge of this sent another shiver through her, and she reached up to stroke his ears with a sweet smile. She hadn't meant to call him that, but had thought of him as more than Harry, just Harry, Perfect Harry. He was Harrison: handsome, strong, brave, hers for longer than she'd cared to want, longer than she'd be willing to admit. She'd wanted him to be hers and now he was, so it slipped out without warning. She hoped he wouldn't be upset, wouldn't hate that name from her lips. She knew if it were anyone else it would be bitter or scathing, furious or disappointed. From her, that name would only be loving, affectionate, and kind, if he'd allow her to give him that. "Sorry." She whispered sadly, "I know that name makes you uncomfortable. I have to admit I think it suits you better. Strong. Handsome. Mine."

"I can be Harrison for you, only for you. It'll be our little secret." He whispered, before he kissed her, slow and sensual. Red and black blood mixed on their tongues as they kissed. He'd want to bring that up later, likely much later. She knew the kind of man he was; he would want to hold her, all her secrets, and the weight of the world on his shoulders. She could only hope he would trust her enough to let her hold his too. His ears twitched as she stroked them, and he could feel his large tail wag from behind him in pleasure. He'd have her tied to him for hours, and then they'd go again; she never wanted to be free of him. "My Theia, my beautiful Theia."

She flushed with a smile, kissed him back as she knew he understood she was different, different in ways he didn't fully understand but hadn't been upset or disgusted with her. Their little secret he'd called it, and she smiled. One more for them to share. "A secret for a secret then." She found herself telling him. "If you'll be Harrison for me, I can be Iris for you, if you want." She murmured softly. "I love the name Theia, and it's more mine than it, but I want you to have it, to know it, for I love you more than any name in all of existence, in all of time itself." She continued to stroke his ears, carding her fingers through his hair, as she told him, "I left a life I didn't want to have my own here. I meant to run away, escape a marriage I had never wanted, hide for the years I have left, and disappear. I never meant to fall in love." She kissed him again, deeper this time. "Well met, Harrison James. My parents named me Iris, gave me a title and power, then stripped it away. I left that life a long time ago. For you, I will be Theia James, your wife for now and always." "Your name is Theia James; no one can strip that from you: forever defended, forever cherished, forever mine." He told her, and she understood that just as she didn’t like the name Iris, he would never speak it, that he wouldn’t stand to hear anyone call her by it ever again, and it was just as she wanted. She saw his ears press against his skull in sudden embarrassment, pulling her from her thoughts. "Sorry for cursing so much; you just felt really good." He chuckled, as she saw his face go red with embarrassment. 

He pressed one hand against the back of her head, and the other to her waist so he could roll them over. He laid with his back on the bed while she was on top of him. He pulled her head against his chest—his heart—and sighed contentedly.

“I will never understand how my father could break my mother down so viciously, how he could stand to be so cruel to her, but know that I never will. I will never allow that swine of a man near you; I will never allow any man to taint your perfection. I will keep you safe: forever and always. I love you Theia James, my wife.” He said to her, and it sounded like more than a promise; it was a vow. 

As she internally winced at the notion of keeping her from a man she had once allowed his entanglement—his company—she thought about his declaration to her. Vows and integrity were important. To declare something so crucial and follow through to the end without the necessity of a deal was something to which she too adhered, something she insisted she followed. It gave her great relief to know he was the same. She purred and curled into his embrace; the sound of his heartbeat soothed her as she started to be lulled into sleep even as they were still tied together. She knew they'd likely wake to do it all again, more secrets to share and more devotion to confess. “I love you as you are, my Harrison James.” She murmured even as her eyes drifted closed. “Swearing and all.” He loved her, and it felt right. She'd given him her heart, and he had vowed to cherish it, protect her, and love her forever, even as she knew that wasn't yet viable. She'd never understand how her parents could be so cruel to their own family, their own children, to each other. She would never be that way to Harrison—her Harrison. No one had ever thought to come looking for her here, not in the last sixteen years. She'd stay safe from her family with him, and they'd never need to come looking for her, far away in Pentagram City. She didn't need to break the curse. She'd found happiness in this, in them. This was enough. She'd be safe, in his arms, for all the time she had left.

A/N: Theia and Harry are fucking stupidly cute. He'd tear the world apart and lay it at her feet for her if it'd keep those eyes on him, would devour anyone stupid enough to get in his way---especially those who would to seek to take the woman he's deemed as his, his wife, away from him. She's so desperate for love, for someone who will keep her safe and devote their life to her so that she can do the same, that all she wants to do is be perfect for him, just as he is Perfect Harry, the perfect son, for his mother. These two make me ill and their obscene height difference is hot as fuck. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

The Demon of a Thousand Eyes masterlist || A Mother's Devotion masterlist

[armeenix]

Unwanted Desires

CEO!Erwin smith x New secretary!Fem!Y/n

So I've had this series idea called unwanted Desires about CEO Erwin who owns a research business and y/n who was recently hired as his new secretary and the *unwanted Desires* that start to arise, but since I dont think I really have the motivation to write a whole long story like that I at least wanted to try and make a little short story from it! Maybe In the future I'll be able to start the full story. This short story will probably be a few posts long, maybe.

So yeah enjoy!

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The last couple of months have been hectic to say the least. You've gone from a happy woman with an amazing boyfriend and job, to a woman who is hungry for revenge on both her boss and her ex boyfriend....And who is also crashing at an ex co-workers house. A little context is definitely needed.

About 4 months ago you had a simple and amazing life. You had an amazing paying job at Market research corporation, an amazing boyfriend, and a lavish apartment that you lived in with said boyfriend! You're boyfriend's name was Zeke Yeager, who also happened to be the owner of Marley corps! Now I know it seems like a bad idea to date your boss (it was) but he was just so....erm charming?

I mean sure he didn't pay you nearly as much as other companies would/should but hey he payed you in other ways. (those ways weren't too good either if you catch my drift) And sure he could be extremely controlling and toxic at times, but it was only because he cared about you so much! (You can see how delusional you were now) He was just so perfect in your mind and nothing could ever make you think otherwise....

Well I mean nothing could have ever made you think otherwise before.

"Before what?" You may be asking. Well thats a sore subject. Not for me though, just for you lol! Everything was going great until one evening when you and Zeke arrived home from work. You had gotten out of the car and began walking towards the lobby when you realized that he wasn't following behind you.

You curiously walked back to the car amd knocked on his window. "What y/n" he said in an agitated tone. "I uhm, I just wanted to see why you weren't coming inside with me?"

"Not that it's any of your business but, I'm going out."

At this point you could tell that he was losing his patience, and trust me when I say that when Zeke Yeager loses his patience it gets real messy real quick, so Instead of asking anymore questions you took a deep breath before nodding. You look back at him and gave him the best smile you could muster before speaking. "Okay..be careful baby. I'll see you when you get back."

You leaned into the window in hopes of getting a quick kiss goodbye but instead he turned his head away, before pressing play on the cars panel. His music began to loudly play as he quickly pulled out of his parking spot, leaving you standing there in shock.

"What the fuck...?"

* * *

The rest of your night was spent with you watching Netflix while eating some Chinese takeout. You tried your best to get your mind off of how Zeke had acted just a few hours ago but your thoughts just kept coming back to it.

Had you done something wrong? Or maybe it was that something had happened during one of his meetings today? Or maybe you had messed up one of the documents that he had asked you to finish that day? Not knowing was killing you! But the worst part was that zeke wasn't answering his phone. You knew for a fact that he was on his phone because everytime you sent a message he left you on fucking read!

After hours and hours of no response you gave up. If he didn't want to talk to you then he wouldn't have to. At least not until you got a proper apology. You knew that wasn't gonna happen any time soon but a woman can hope can't she? (No. No she could not.)

*Ding*

Your heart fluttered with hope as you picked up your phone only to see-

"I'm not coming home tonight."

.......

Draft: "Fuck you."

You didn't send it. Who would have thought?

End of part 1 😋

I hope you guys enjoyed this lol

[meganlpie]

Announcement!

So, as I posted a few months ago, my old laptop decided to poop the bed as far as writing goes. I have been trying to recover all the fics that I had started and lost. Unfortunately I was not able to recover all of them and I do not have the emotional capacity to restart all the ones after all the work I put in.

Below the cut is the list of requests that I was able to recover. If you don't see your request, I'm afraid it is lost and I am so, so, so, sorry! If your request is listed, you can still feel free to take it to another writer if you wish!

Recovered requests:

*What’s Your Poison?: Hello, I saw that requests are open and wanted to ask if you would be willing to write something for Gabriel from Supernatural. Something were you always see him eat sweets amd just can’t help but wonder if there is a treat he loves and something he absolutely hates, which leads up to getting him to just try sooo many different sweet treats. Maybe him finding one that he absolutely hates and just teasing at the end. Hope this makes sense! If you don’t feel like writing it, it’s no problem. Thank you anyways and have a good day! from curious-trickster

*Battle Scars: Hi! I hope you’re doing alright. May I request a Beorn x Human!Reader who accompanies Thorin on his quest and Beorn takes a liking to them. Possibly with some angst during the Battle of the Five Armies and maybe a glimpse of life after the war? Thank you! AND May I request a Beorn x reader fic? Beorn saves the reader from Orcs or they’re part of the company and he’s intrigued by them, even suggesting they could stay. They meet again during the battle (imagine the angst). After the battle they consider visiting his cottage and after some a couple of days decide to stay with Beorn. Thank you very much 😊 by chaostwinsofdestruction

*I Feel Safe With You: May I request an Aragorn x reader (platonic) fic? I was thinking he took her under his wing for a while as Strider and they got separated and she was taken from him. She escapes but doesn’t know how to find him. She’s on her own for a while then as she’s wandering the forest alone some men come and attack her. She gets knocked out or wounded then Aragorn shows up and saves her. He’s been tracking her the whole time. When she comes too or the danger is gone they have a sweet reunion and she finally feels safe again. As always feel free to tweak it or take it where ever you’d like. by iwillbeinmynest

*I Can’t Marry You: Do you think I could request one where the reader is engaged to Boromir but she and Faramir are in love? Denethor doesn’t care and expects Boromir to marry her. Angsty with whatever ending you choose?

*A Fevered Proposal: Hi meg!! I saw your requests are open and here I am again!! If you could, could you please write a post Azkaban Sirius (exonerated sirius, idk how but it happens ok!) Taking care of a fever delirious reader, who in the height of her delirium asks sirius to marry her. He says something along the lines of “darling, we’ve talked about this, I wouldnt make a good husband” to which she replies with “you already have, if just like it on official paper” then she goes off the ramble some nonsense but it leaves sirius thinking. That yeah they are committed to eachother in every sense of the word and he has often seen the look of longing she gets when she sees Molly and Arthur together being all wifey and husbandy. So once shes sleeping soundly, he pops out for a bit, buys a ring and keeps it in his pocket so that as soon as her fever breaks he: (A) hands it to her so that she can propose to him proper Or (B) proposes to her I’ll leave the ending up to you!! Thanks in advance meg and hope you’ve been well!! by gollyderek

*What We Have: Did I read that right? You’re writing for Hogwarts Legacy characters? If that’s the case, may I request either a Professor Sharp x reader(f) where reader is the new professor taking over Professor Fig’s class and the two hit it off, but it’s like sunshine and grump trope mixed with a little “I like you, but don’t want to ruin what we’ve got going on” trope?

**How Wrong You Are: OR a fic where, after the events of the game, reader(f!MC) is the center of gossip like is she dating someone and her besties are curious?(continued) and she is dating someone, but they’ve been enjoying the secret. Like MC gets a kick out of how wrong people can be. I’ll leave it to you to who she’s dating, but I was thinking either Sebastion, Ominis, Gareth, or(and please don’t hate me) Leander. Whichever request interests or inspires you more. Thank you!!

Again, I am so very sorry I've lost so many requests, but rest assured I am working on the ones I was able to save. Thank you for your patience and understanding! Lots of love!

-Meg

[ratlivesonblog]

Im sorry i need to fucking rant how much i adore my (probably)girlfriend in too much detail sososososo-

she so fucking cute everyday i see her and recently she started looking everywhere but at me because she says i give her pressure but shes sososos cute, last years she usually looked me in the eyes but goddam shes so cute while shy, and sometimes i lay my head on her shoulder and she likes it and sometimes SHE LAYS HER HEAD ON MY SHOULDER and it's so cute i can't fucking move or else she'll stop staying there.

And when she steals my items like my pen or eraser she does it because then it's more physical contact when i try to get em back and GOD I DO IT FOR THE SAME REASON I LOVE HER TOUCH and her hand is always so cold and also she is should be so proud of herself because she started gym like 4 months ago and is already soso muhc stronger i look like a fucking wimp and she's always so set in her objectives she's so cool.

Also she often does those little doodles that are so sososo cute of little kitties AND SHE CALLS ME A CAT AND A PET (WHICH ARE COOLER IN MY NATIVE LENGUAGE) AND IM ABOUT TO FUCKING EXPLODE BECAUSE I'VE RECENTLY ACCEPTED THAT SHE LIKES ME BUT GODDAM I DONT DESERVE HER AAAAAAAAA

ALSO WHEN THERE'S A CONCERT AROUND HER HOUSE SHE OFFERED TO LET ME SLEEP AT HERS AND IM JUST??? WDYM WHY ARE YOU SO BENEVOLENT AND KIND AND NICE AND COOL AND SWEET AND LOVING AND CUTE AND PRETTY AND A LITTLE STAR IN MY LIFE

and and and she liked me for so long idk how she did it im so glad i can make her happy now, and she always says cute things about me she's soo sweet like cotton candy even if her sense of humour is a bit meh, she's soo cool

She always tries to make me comfortable amd always tries to help me im so sad she doesn't accept my help ueueu and we talked a lot and know we're both simps for each other and in one of the earliest days she said she really likes my smell and goddam if i was fucking flattered, she always wants an hug for this it's so cute and we give each other pecks on the cheek and the other day she said she kept smiling because i gave her one so im sooo happy because i wanted to lift her day a little and i did

And also she's so patient she could've gone for anyone else while i figured out my shit but she didn't and that's so fucking cute and considerate of her i can't i can't

And we talked and she told me a piece of one of her fantasies and god good god i, i need to lay down, and she's also a writer so she writes really well and i was like "holy shit she likes ME LIKE ACTUALLY" the whole time and it was aaaaaaa

And when she touches my hair oh god oh good god i think i might just die and explode and implode and aisbdjeghsbjf

We also have an habit of playing with each others hands and she's so cute when she takes my hand and just starts playing with it she's so pretty i can look at her because she's so concentrated on her task i can't i can't

She also so responsable and disciplined like she does things i could never she's incredible at keeping schedule and always doing what she wants, she always wants to be productive but she also likes spending time with me calling it a productive time and it makes me cry so much

Shes sososos cute

And im sososo gay for her

God

If you read it all don't look at me IT WAS YOUR CHOICE LEABE ME ALONEEEEEEE

[sapphic-story]

hi sorry im really nosy but i wanna know what the hospital food inspo thing means so badly since you reblogged like all my parasite posts with that tag.. i support!!! im just a curious dude

HI HELLO thank you for asking i love talking about stories plus your tag owns

YEAH so hospital food is this weird like found footage (?) esque story about a hospital where all the patients and staff disappeared without a trace amd the only clues to what happened are the papers and files that got left behind

The whole thing is set in a world where a few years ago worm like space parasites scorched through the human population but now they e gotten used to them (kinda) so they’re treated a bit like the common cold although they vary heavily in like the effects and symptoms and lethality

The sort of main character is a loner woman named Ward who gets infected with a parasite with some pretty hefty effects but she doesn’t have good medical insurance so she has to work at a clinic where they fight off parasites in other people until she either gets enough money/coverage to afford her own treatment or succumbs to her sickness

I’m still trying to make all the details but this story is my little guy rn oml I’ve been doing actual research on irl parasites for this for months (I can only read about it seeing them makes me too sick LOL) but yesss hospital food the weirdest pun name I’ve come up with yet

[caroldantops]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HOLYY SHIT!!!

Anon, how did you know exactly what was in my brain???

Hold on, I haven’t written properly for Carol yet but I’ll do my best!

It feels so good, too good. You’re not sure how long you’ve been at this now, at least an hour but for all you can tell it could be days by now. Carol has been pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you, using every implement under the sun. Her fingers, her tongue, vibrators, her strap, even some alien toys she’d brought back from her journeys that you weren’t all too sure about at first, but quickly fell in love with as they brought you to heights of pleasure you never could’ve thought possible.

Now though, you’ve well gone past your limit. There’s absolutely zero chance of you knowing how many times you’ve cum so far but it’s probably damn close to fifteen times now. And yet, Carol wasn’t stopping and showed absolutely no signs of doing so anytime soon.

This is exactly what she had promised she’d do just over a month ago before she’d left for another mission. She told you she’d have you screaming and screaming you have done. Now, your throat is raw and your voice is almost gone from screaming and crying and begging and moaning. Though, it certainly doesn’t stop you from begging some more, though for something different than before, “Please Daddy, it’s too much… Can’t- no more- PLEASE”

Though Carol only smiles softly in response, “C’mon, sweet girl. You can give me just one more, can’t you? For Daddy?”

“No- no please! No Daddy no!”

Her smile fades slightly, brows furrowing, “No baby girl, you /will/ give Daddy one more. It’s okay baby, I know it’s a lot. But Daddy knows best and Daddy’s telling you, One. More.”

Sniffling, “Okay Daddy.”

And then and then amd then, once you’re all done, she gives you the bestest aftercare ever. Your every wish and whim is her command as you both spend the rest of the day cuddled up in bed

-M anon

reading this at work and I’m about to pass out actually oh my god i NEED her.

[tblsomedoodles]

Imagine if Mikey (and possibly Raph) were still mad at Leo for keeping the fact Big Mama was their mother a secret for so long during their first fee visits with her and she picks up on that.

"Darling, ehat got you so upset?" She'd ask on maybe their second visit amd Mikey just... goes intl this rant about how he and Leo had an argument about Narln Draxum and how he mutated them and how it wasn't fair that Leo has known about her being their biological mother for months and kept it hidden and only to them that when he was trying to bring Barry closer to their family! Mama listens closely and eventually is able to piece together why Leo and Donnie started visiting her before the other two and how they came to know of her parentage of them and decides to confirm,

"When was this?"

"Cojple weeks ago..." Mikey sniffles, "I just wanted a nlce family dinner, but everyone hated it, and Leo was really mad! Mad enough to tell us you were our mom, and Barry wasn't our other parent just because he created the ooze that mutated us... I don't know why he kept it secret so long of he's known since the thing with Shredder!"

Mama could see why he'd kept it hidden so long, it was written all over his fave when she'd told him the rat bad claimed him to be her long lost son shortly before tossing him into the arena those months ago, it'd been in how he tried to hide how uncertain amd awkward he was when he came to visit, how despite Leo being better at negotiations his twin had taken charge of most of their conversation thag first visit and how emotionally charged and hysterical be was whenever he had spoken to her, the context of tbe qjestion, his ever present need to see proof.

Leo had been in denial and hadn't wanted to bring the matter up until he could get the entire story and confirm the matter either from his father or from herself. It made perfect sense to the yokai spider5 would have done much the same if she had learned such frightening and life banging information in such a volatile situation, and it also confirmed to her that stupid rat really had kept her existence hidden form ber boys and done everything in his power to keep thay information from them.

She wanted to kill Lou Jitsu for that.

"I believe he himself might have been confused on the matter and, with what recent revelations I could gather had happened to you poor dearies, he hadn't wanted to bring it up until he himself could confirm the information, like any good information broker should." She tries to explain, aware that her twins may not have told them of their recent visits either, "I certainly would have done much the same knhis situation."

"But if he wasn't sure if it was real or not, why couldn't he have asked us for help!? He and Donnie could be here with us to meet you right now instead of just Raph and me alone! We could have figured it out together!"

"That's something you'd have to ask him. I may be a spider, but I certainly can't read minds or know his motivations, I don't know your brother well enough. But if I had to hazard a guess, I'd say he was trying to protect you."

Aww, this is so sweet, with Mama trying to reassure Mikey like that. B/c i'd imagine Mikey was quite upset about not being told this for so long (particularly if he thinks the reason was b/c Leo doesn't trust him.)

Thank you!

[bphantom01]

ARC V MONTH DAY 2 - Kahyoreigetsu

A/N: Uhh this is so very late and rather rushed, but here’s my take on @arcvmonth day 2 - a fanfic of the girls having a sleepover of sorts. This is at least a 15 min read btw.

Pairs: Anything between the girls is platonic.

Warnings: None. Expect some OOCness & ridiculous moments.

It's been a year since the war ended. Even better, a week ago, Yuzu, together with Yuya, were separated from their counterparts.

It would've been terrible if they weren't…

Anyway, tonight, Yuzu invited Serena and Rin for a sleepover at her and Ruri’s room.

Since after the war, that's where all the other three lived, as they—-together with Shun—were adopted by Shuzo with Yuzu and Ruri sharing a room and Rin and Serena sharing another.

As for Shun, they made a whole place for him in part of the attic upstairs, amd he was fine that way. 

Anyway, back with the girls, Yuzu, had already planned everything that she wanted to do with them for the night: play board games, video games too maybe, duel, watch a movie…

She could tell that it was gonna be a fun night

“So Yuzu, what're we doin’ first?” Rin asked, biting into a chip.

All four were gathered on two large shikibutons that were spread over the floor, which was also where Rin and Serena would each sleep later.

“Rin, stop eating on the bed; it might attract ants,” Serena muttered as she had a  table duel with Ruri.

And by the look on her face, it was getting intense.

…also that she was losing.

“I'll make sure not to leave any crumbs, so don't worry.”

“Alright, then.” Serena went back to focus on her duel.

“Well, Rin,” Yuzu finally said, rummaging through her shelf, “we'll first be playing something…”

She pulled out a small cardboard box which, as soon as it hit the ground, made a sound that came when wooden bricks hit each other.

“Jenga!” Yuzu went on.

“Ooh, I've heard of it but have never played it before, so I'm totes down,” Rin uttered, taking another chip.

“I won, again!” Ruri declared cheerfully while Serena pouted; she lost a good three times to Ruri now. “Yuzu, I'm in too, by the way.”

“Sure, but what about her?” Yuzu asked, motioning to Serena.

Ruri sighed. “She's a bit… Salty right now, so I'm not su—”

“I'm joining!” Serena announced suddenly. “And I'm not losing to anybody.”

“Well, okay then. Just let me set the tower up…” Yuzu sighed.

She opened the top of the box and placed her hand on it to prevent it from falling when she flipped the whole thing upside-down and placed the thing onto the table before she took her hand off and gently removed the box after. 

“First time I've seen anyone do that,” Ruri complimented, nodding.

“It's easier and more convenient this way,” Yuzu explained. “Also, before we start… The person who loses to this will have,” she smiled, “consequences.”

“Tell!” Rin prompted, moving closer to the group.

“The loser… They'll need to perform a prank call,” the former finished.

“Then I'm game! I'm sure I won't lose this time!” Serena assured.

Rin and Ruri agreed as well.

Yuzu nodded. “Alright, then! Let's start… We'll do this in rotation. Since I set it up, I'm going first, then Serena because she's at my right, then Rin, and last, Ruri, before me again.”

She went on, “Of course, the rules are pretty basic: take a block from anywhere in the tower—except the top, of course—and place said block on the top, and be sure to turn it 90 degrees from the block from the bottom of it. BUT whoever lets the tower fall loses. Anyway, let's begin!”

Yuzu started by tapping on a block at the center of two others softly. Sensing that it was loose, she gently pressed it out to the other side and placed the block at the top.

“See that? It's easy. But, remember, the loser—or the one who makes the tower fall over—will have to prank call someone.”

The other three nodded, and the game officially began.

It started off as quite a friendly game, taking and placing the blocks of wood and exchanging turns…

Until literally just about four minutes later.

The whole thing was almost a skeleton now, and it looked as if it was about to fall any time.

The whole room was quiet, save the sound of the air rushing from the AC.

And the tense atmosphere made the room feel even more chilly than it was.

It was now Ruri’s turn, and poor she was the first to witness what people would do to win Jenga.

She was lightly tapping on a loose block at the bottom when Serena went, “Oh. Oh. Oh. It's so gonna fall.”

“Stop it,” Ruri scolded, very gently trying to take the block off.

“Boo!” Rin yelled, making Rin almost stumble her hand. “Ack!”

And the tower…

Sway,

Ruri held her breath,

Sway,

Yuzu froze—literally,

Swaaayyy…

The skeleton of wooden blocks stood very, very still.

Ruri gasped a breath of relief, and with a swift pull, she got the block needed out.

Now, the only thing she had to do was place it on top.

She gulped; she thought it was over, but then there was still that.

So, with utmost care, she placed the block gently.

The tower didn't fall.

“Woo!” Ruri yelled, taking in the sweet breath of relief once again.

“Nice one, Ruri!” Yuzu yelled, raising her hand and hitting a block from the tower.

They immediately shut up, and Serena yelled, “Timbre!”

“Oh, come o—” Yuzu complained as the tower fell.

“Yuzu lost, Ruri won,” Rin concluded. “And, Yuzu, as you said: prank call.”

Yuzu groaned. She just HAD to mess that up. “Alright, fine… who should I call?”

“Hm… Yuya,” Serena stated bluntly.

“…what? No,” Yuzu protested. “Plus, he knows my voice.”

“Ah, but he won't!” Rin said. “Here's a voice changing device. As its name suggests, it will change your voice.”

Yuzu sighed. It was… Ironic that she had to suffer the consequence of something she started. “You sure it'll work?”

“Yep! Yugo and I have used it before, so don't worry,” Rin assured.

“Okay, here I go, I guess.” Yuzu took Ruri’s duel disk—the one she originally had in Xyz, not the Fusion one—and plugged the device in, as that was one disk whose number Yuya didn't yet know.

After that, she went on and typed his number, which was followed by a ring.

Not long after, he answered. “Hello, this is Yuya Sakaki. Who's this?”

Yuzu thought of what to say. Hm… Maybe she should act as if someone was kidnapped.

So, with the mic, she started. “Good evening, Yuya. We've called to inform you that we have someone you care for with us. We've kidnapped Yuzu Hiiragi and taken her hostage.”

“Wait, what!? What proof do you have?”

Yuzu put the mic down and, while covering her own mouth to muffle her voice, screamed, “Yuya! Help me, Yuya!”

Beside her, two of other girls giggled silently, while Ruri was contemplating on whether this was a good idea or not.

“Yuzu! Oh, come on! Again…” They heard Yuya sigh. “Okay, then, what do you want?” They heard him get off his bed.

Yuzu picked the mic up. “Well, a bargain, of course. 5 million yen in exchange for Yuzu—”

She and her sisters shut up when they heard Yuya saying quietly, to whom they guessed is Yugo beside him, “Yugo! Can you track this number?”

Oh no. They forgot that all the Yu’s are currently sharing a room.

“Rin! Can you do something about that?” Yuzu asked in a whisper.

“Oh, yes, but it will… Take a while—hacking is not as easy as they make it in TV.” Rin got up to take a laptop from her and Serena's room.

(A/N: i only have very lil idea of how hacking works so this is… Random.)

She got back and opened her makeshift computer. “Alright. I should be good in a few, as both Yugo and I have done this kind of thing before.”

Yuzu nodded and, taking the mic, went on with the call. “Oh, by the way, we have Ruri, too!”

Ruri followed what Yuzu did earlier to muffler her voice with her hands and said, “Yuto! Are you there!? Yuya, please, call Yuto!”

From the other side of the call, Yuto got up from his place on a couch, yelling, “Ruri!?”

And, in the attic where Shun resided, he jumped out of his bed, ran off the ladder, and slammed the door to Ruri and Yuzu’s room open. “RURI! Are you alright!?”

The girls were surprised at the sudden intrusion and they all gasped. Yuzu had to put the call on hold.

“Oh Ra… Nii-san! You scared us,” Ruri exclaimed. “Yes, I'm all right. We were just prank-calling Yuya, which ended up pranking Yuto and Yugo, too.”

“Oh.” Shun actually felt… Embarrassed. “Sorry, then. Do your best with pranking Yuto.”

“We will,” Ruri assured.

“Yuzu’s pretty good, to be honest,” Serena commented, pointing to her.

“Yeah. The guys actually seem like they were falling for it,” Rin laughed, typing on her keyboard.

“Hey, you know, mind if I join?” Shun asked. “I'm gonna be fun, promise.”

“Well,” Yuzu began, “It's a b-girls-only sleepover—”

“So, I'm sorry, Shun,” Ruri interrupted. “Maybe next time?” she suggested, getting up and closing the door slowly.

“Oh, come on, please…?” Shun continued, begging. “Sigh, never mind, then. But I better be included next time!”

“Maybe!” Ruri said, finally closing the door.

“We almost got caught,” Yuzu sighed. “But it's fine. I'm gonna call them again.”

“Alright.”

And it went on.

In the Yu’s house, the boys, excluding Yuri, were now thinking of ways of how to get the girls back.

Then, Yuto noticed something. “Wait…” he muttered, leaning closer to the screen of Yuya’s disk.

The number, it was…

It was Ruri’s!

It was possible that the “kidnappers” were using her disk, but there's also another possibility of…

“I don't know who this is,” he said into the disk, “but… Ruri, please be honest, are you… Prank calling us?”

The girls were silent. But Yuzu thought to just end their suffering. Sighing, she spoke without the voice changer. “I've had my fun so—this is Yuzu, by the way—yes. It's a prank, don't worry.”

They heard Yuya and Yuto sigh happily on the other end.

Rin then went on to explain to Yugo how she made a program to prevent him from tracking them as well as giving Yuzu the voice-changing device, which resulted in the guy giving compliment after compliment about how great Rin was.

This lasted a few minutes until she found a way to make Yugo stop and end their call ultimately.

“Okay, what do you all think we should do next?” Yuzu asked. “Hmm… Serena, what do you sugge—”

“She got interrupted by a pillow to her face.

“Pillow fiiight!” Serena screamed, tossing more pillows to Rin and Ruri.

“Hey—! Of course…”

“OOMPH—!”

For the next thirty minutes, they had a pillow fight.

At some point, allegiances were formed: Fusion and Standard, Synchro and Xyz; alternatively, youngest siblings vs. older siblings. (In order of eldest to youngest w/ the girls only: Ruri, Rin, Serena, Yuzu.)

The Rs (Imma call em that) had the upper hand, as they found some old toy guns from Yuzu's closet and were using those to their advantage.

“That's cheating!” Serena growled, her bandana now tied onto her head like she was some rebel.

“And we'll admit it!” Rin smiled, firing another dart in their direction.

“Here, Rin, a bullet.” They heard Ruri say, and saw Ruri giving Rin another dart.

It wasn't fair anymore. Ruri and Rin made use of the shikibutons and pillows, making some fort sort of thing, while Yuzu and Serena only had the beds.

“Hey… Yuzu, let's make use of the blankets!”

“Good idea.”

They lifted the blankets to their front and began to walk to the other two.

Ruri and Rin’s bullets had no effect anymore, and when Yuzu and Serena were close enough, they put the blanket down and slammed pillows onto the others’ faces, but they did it too hard and they fell.

“Okay, you win! I can't breathe!”

“We give!”

“Haha! It worked!” Serena said proudly and let Rin go.

Yuzu also stopped pushing the pillow to Ruri’s face. “Hah…”

They both fell to the ground.

All four were a bit sweaty now, and they decided to do something less rough: play “Truth or Dare”.

“Nah, shit, anything but that,” Serena grumbled.

“We will play and so will you,” Ruri chastised.

“Fine, then.”

Yuzu stepped up. “I'll ask first.”

The other three nodded.

“Hmm…” she eyed the three in front of her. “Rin! Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, truth?”

“Alright, do you like Yugo?”

“WHAT!? Oh, come on! Dare, dare!”

“You chose Truth, though,” Ruri brought up.

“I know,” Rin growled. “So please stop adding fuel to my burning fire.”

Yuzu grinned. “Alright then. I… DARE YOU TO TELL US HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT YUGO!”

Rin pouted. “Sigh. Okay, he’s… He's nice.”

“Go on.”

“And, well-he’s cute too, I guess, especially when he just-just begs me to let him do something stupid and makes those adorable blue puppy-dog eyes. Yeah.” She put a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. “I… Like him, I guess.”

“And she admits!” Serena exclaimed.

“Geez, I do! And you're fuckin’ next.” She glared at Serena.

Said girl instantly shut up.

“Serena,” Rin began, “Truth,” she smirked, “or… Dare?”

Serena was in a pickle right now. She knew both choices were not good… And no doubt it would be something about making her kiss Yuri the next day or the like.

“Uh… Pass.”

“Nah-uh. No passes in this game.”

“Please! I'll do all your chores for a week!”

“TRUTH, OR DARE!?” Rin repeated.

“Dare!” Serena finally said cowardly. Rin was much too persuasive for her.

“Alright, I dare you to… Tell us if you have any feelings toward Yuri!!” Run cackled.

“NOOOOO!”

“YEEEESSSSSSS!”

“Just the second round and it's already intense,” Ruri sighed. “Should we stop them?”

“Nah,” Yuzu said, eating some chips.

“NO! FUCK NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT…!” Serena begged. “Seriously! Why is it always the boys…?”

“Ugh, you know what? Fine.” Rin thought of something else. “I dare you to… hm… dab for 3 minutes.”

Serena looked at her boredly. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

With a sigh, Serena got up and surprisingly dabbed way cooler than they expected.

“Oh, wow, not too shabby,” Yuzu commented.

After the three minutes ended, Serena sat down. That somehow still felt embarrassing even if it was just the three other girls

She then looked at the two who still weren’t asked yet: Ruri and Yuzu.

Ruri looked eager to be next, while Yuzu, noticing Serena was looking towards her direction, looked away.

“Fine, Ruri. Tru—”

“TRUTH!” the aforementioned girl yelled without hesitation.

Serena was shocked at that. “Uhm, okay. Have you and Yuto ever made out?”

Ruri shot a glare at her, making her sit straight. “Yes.”

“Woah,” the other three said in sync.

She was then bombarded with questions like: “When?” “How?” “Does Shun know??” and “What does it feel liiikke?”

“Okay, stop! I was only dared to answer that specific question, so I’m not answering any more,” Ruri said calmly.

At that, the questions stopped to a halt.

“Anyways, Yuzu! You’re the only one left.”

“Sigh, it’s fine. I knew it was bound to happen.” She shrugged.

“Yeah,” Ruri nodded, “now, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Yuzu sat straight. “Alright, go ahead now! I’m ready for anything!”

Ruri thought for a while.

“Ah! Call the last person you texted, and only bark at the phone!”

Yuzu gaped, then she accepted her fate with a face-palm. “Augh, fine…”

She went on to check her messages.

Of course, the last person was… Yuya.

‘This is gonna be crazy,’ she thought before pressing the call button.

At last, Yuya answered, and everyone else was silent. “Hey, Yuzu. What’s up? Enjoying your sleepover?”

“...woof, ruff.” She-she just wanted to melt into a pool of liquid right now. She facepalmed.

“…what?”

“Bark bark, borf.”

“Yuzu, what’s wrong? Why are you barking?”

“Arf arf! Bark woof bark.” She felt like she sounded like a damn chihuahua at the first part.

Eyeing the others, Rin looked like she was gonna burst any minute, and to stop herself, she buried her face into a pillow.

And as laughing was psychologically contagious, Yuzu had to breathe hard so as not to burst out herself.

“Yuzu, what's going on!?”

“WO-HOOEEERFFFFF, ppffffft…” She had to look away and cover her eyes. “Pfffffvvvvt—!”

Ruri looked like she was gonna die. Tears caused by laughter dropped from her face, and she literally just fell to the floor laughing while covering her mouth.

Serena, meanwhile, did not really get what was happening and just sat there at the side silently.

“Yuzu, you were dared, weren’t you?” Yuya guessed.

Everyone fell quiet.

“Might as well bark too! Woof worf, amirite?”

“It’s off! The dare is off…!” Ruri yelled in laughter. “Oh, dear Ra…”

“Y-y-yeah, I was dared,” Yuzu revealed. “It was actually fun, though.”

“I knew it, haha! Why always me though…”

“Mhm. You guessed it right. And maybe it's ‘cause you're special,” Yuzu said, giggling.

“Alright now, that's enough before you both flirt,” Ruri said.

“Oh, right. Bye, Yuya!”

“Night, Yuzu~!”

“Niiight…”

“Aaand that's enough,” Ruri warned, even if her face looked kind.

“Okay, sheesh…” Yuzu ended the call.

After a while, the girls finally decided to go to watch a movie to help sleep.

Three of 'em were now watching as a pack of microwavable popcorn rotated in the microwave, as well as listening to the satisfactory sound of the corn popping in it.

“Movies aren’t the same without popcorn,” Yuzu muttered.

“I agree,” Serena added. “And cheese flavor is best.”

“Girls, you don’t have to stare at it the whole time,” Ruri said.

“But we have to!” Yuzu insisted. “Plus, it’s better this way.”

“Sigh, fine…” Ruri walked back to the room.

When she got there, she saw Rin going through some movie recommendations in a browser.

“What're we gonna watch?” Ruri asked, sitting down beside her. “Also, you can't exactly find everything in like Netflix only, so I don't recommend looking for stuff from random places.”

“Oh no, it's fine. We'll be watching… Illegally, from those pirating sites throughout the web. And don't worry, we won't be tracked—I'll make sure of that.”

Ruri nodded. She wouldn't normally be fine with anything that mentions "illegal," but for now, she won't mind.

“The other two still downstairs?” Rin asked.

“Yeah… For some reason, they are very fascinated by rotating microwave popcorn,” Ruri stated, amused.

The door slammed open. “Guys! It's finally done!” Yuzu declared, a bowl of popcorn in her hands and Serena beside her with some juice boxes and cans of soda.

They then spent the next almost two hours watching “Puss in Boots: The Last Wish”, for some reason.

The night then went on well for the girls.

Though, after the movie, there was an instance of a not-so-friendly tag duel (on a table, not with their disks) which somehow ended in some Uno match…

But alas, it ended way better than Yuzu expected it to, and she was happy to know that the girls were as well, and especially that they all had a blast.

Now, while hoping none of the others were gonna draw on their faces (they may be girls, but they're still quite the unpredictable bunch, especially Ruri—they never let her kindness fool them), they had to go and rest through sleep and get ready for what the next day may bring.

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A/N: I may or my not post this on ao3. Ah well. If anyone notices a mistake I make, please tell. Constructive criticism is also ok.

See yall. -01

[lovelymindescape]

Heya love, I wanted to request a lotr matchup pls? I'd prefer a third age man, but feel free to pick whoever you think fits best !🌿🤍

I'm Anna, aries ☀️ leo 🌙 libra ⬆️, so I very much got a tamper but I appear pretty calm and collected most of the time.

I'm 5'4", 21 years old, I've got very long dark brown hair down over my hips, my eyes are also dark brown. I've got kinda tan skin. I don't personally think I'm that short, but my friends are all taller than me.

I can be a bit shy and awkward at first, but I've gotten a little more confident over the years. I tend overthink a lot, sometimes my brain can't stop running in circles. That's why I'm not a very spontaneous person. I may not forget, but I certainly forgive, since I can be a bit of a people pleaser (thats gotten better too tho). I'm smart and a quick learner. I'm also stubborn and don't cope well with being criticised by friends or family.

I like staying in reading or watching films, amd i love autumn. I'm studying textile design, so I like knitting, sewing, crafting, I started making my own clothes a few years ago. Other than that I also draw a lot. I played a few instruments in my life, currently trying to teach myself how to play the ukulele, and I like singing. I'm interested in mythologies and lore.

My favourite musical artists are hozier, suki waterhouse, taylor swift, johnny flynn and florence&the machine 🤍

That's it, I think 🥰 I'd love a match up💕 anyway, I hope you have a lovely day! 🌿🤍

All the best,

Anna🌿✨️🌼

You gave me much Information to work with <3 please tell me how you liked it 🥰

I ship you with

FRODO

you'd been friends since childhood

you both were inseparable , where one was the other wasn't far away

so it's not very impossible to fall for eachother

you'd been pinning over eachother since teenage years

you were on a birthday partie , frodo drank only a bit to much , so while you both were dancing he blurted out that he liked you

at first you were overwhelmed by his drunken confession but soon you just tried to forgot , he was drunk

you couldn't get it out of your head , so you confronted him the next day , you didn't want to let go of the hope that he liked you to

so then he confessed sober , you did the same than it was a bit akward for both of you

the next day you both stayed in because of the bad weather so you two met up , and did reading dates

so you just sat there reading and telling the other one stories and tales

for your 5 month anniversary , you knitted him a sweater and he'd go out telling everyone about how cool his girlfriend is and how many things she can do

he is your Number 1 supporter

Dates in autumm under a tree on a handmade bench watching the leaves fall

he would let you do all planning

he's not that jealous but if someone comes to close , he's ready to throw hands but gets hold back by sam

expect surprise visits and much cuddles

It's such a loving , wholesome and healthy relationship