#Ao3 Castles

[madammalkins23]

Places where you can read your favourite fanfic // meilleur endroit pour profiter des dernières pages : plage de l'île Tudy, Bretagne, France

@pebblysand ✨😎🌞

[chicken-wayng]

"Fuck that crown and fuck the Gods! I'm running away." Alicent says her eyes bear true Targaryen Madness as she rebukes the things that were once all she stood for, shocking Nyra with the bravery of her declaration. Then, her eyes soften like they always do upon seeing Her. "Come with me."

"Yes," Rhaenyra said, without thinking.

[hoperays-song]

I've realized that there's this specific type of found family that I adore where it's just this one extremely concerning kid going around doing all this dangerous and reckless stuff and just summoning all these parental figures to them who all end up so stressed out and going "Kid, kid no. Go get some sleep, take care of yourself. Please, I can't keep doing this. Please just stop."

[kanashikute]

my fanfiction masterlist

POOLVERINE (Wade Wilson x Logan Howlett)

oh my god. do you ever shut up, pal?; 2,7k, Explicit

aftermath.; 6,9k, Explicit

the bucket list; 33k, Explicit

said the pot to the kettle; 11k, Explicit

this is what it feels like…; 9,7k, Teen and Up Audiences

close your eyes. make a wish.; 37k, Explicit

soon to be; 7,2k, Explicit

the dollhouse; 3,9k, Teen and Up Audiences

lithium; 8,3k, Mature

FRATT (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

just one of those days; 28k, Explicit

bleed the same; 3,9k, Mature

lonely as i am, together we cry; 16k, Explicit

dear ex; 15k, Mature

glimpse; ongoing, Explicit

these smiling eyes are just a mirror for; ongoing, Explicit

SCOGAN (Scott Summers x Logan)

crawling in my skin; ongoing; Explicit

should i let you fall? (so maybe you can remember yourself.); 15k, Explicit

SPIDEYPOOL (Wade Wilson x Peter Parker)

the closer i get, the more it tingles; 4k, Mature

denial is a river in egypt; 11k, Mature, minor Frank Castle/Matt Murdock

never have i ever; 5k, Teen and Up Audiences

MOON KNIGHT (Moon Knight system or other pairings)

Trade Mistakes; Marc Spector/Steven Grant, 3,8k, Explicit

Whole Again; Marc Spector/Steven Grant, 9k, Explicit

Rough Mission; Frank Castle/Jake Lockley, 17k, Explicit

Sweetie, you had me; Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, 11k, Explicit

Wrong Side of Heaven; Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector, 7,2k, Mature

Exchanging body heat (in the passenger seat); Steven Grant/Jake Lockley/Marc Spector (Mostly Marc/Jake), 3,6k, Explicit

Red is a bad color; Steven Grant/Marc Spector, 3,6k, Teen and Up Audiences

If this is what you want, then fire at will; Frank Castle/Jake Lockley, 7,1k, Explicit

New works and parings will be added whenever I post a new story. :)

Pronts and requests are more than welcome! ❤️

[katdavina8]

I think we need more fics where Peter Parker is genuinely a vigilante, like he's still the teen from the MCU who occasionally helps out the Avengers, but we really see him immersed in the vigilante sphere; dealing with Fisk, being friends with Daredevil, the Defenders, Deadpool, etc, taking on really gritty things that any other vigilante is shown dealing with. These fics always hold a special place in my heart. Especially when we see how this life mixes and clashes with his Avengers' life.

[bjdavis5]

I was reading a fic which was talking about peri and irep living in a toy castle

Then I had a thought on what the toy castle could look like

[yelenablshop]

[daryascurse]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“I… darling, I would love to savor you. I loved hearing your voice scream my name, I want to hear every sound you make, but right here, right now, you could get us caught. And… I didn’t think you were done yet.”

“Mmmm,” you say around his fingers. Howl groans again, moving them into a V-shape when your suction relaxes. His rings gently clack against each other as he opens and closes, repeating the motion a few more times before bringing them back together and out of your mouth. A thin trail of saliva attaches your lips to his fingers as he draws back, glistening in the sun before snapping. You wipe the back of your mouth, looking up at him and panting slightly.

“No, we’re not done,” Howl repeats softly.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

pov : second person, AFAB reader, feminine pronouns; reader is wearing a dress á la Howl's Moving Castle costume design ☆ tags: angst, smuτ, fιngering, oraI, (female receiving), finger sucking, wall sεx; suggested that magic is used/ Howl is strong enough to lift reader a little ☆ word count: ~3.9k ☆ ao3 link ☆ recommended mood playlist: marzipan

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The Wizard Howl is openly selfish today, grabbing and hasty and hot over you. You’ve put off his advances for the sake of societal appearances, but it’s only made him more persistent – and, though you can’t admit it out loud, more full of desire yourself. Howl is used to getting what he wants when he wants it.

And he wants you, he’s been wanting you for weeks now, as he tells you again and again here in the brick alleyway as he palms at your clothes.

“Tell me you don’t,” he says, whining in your ear, lips just grazing your jaw and neck. He grabs at your waist with one hand, the other pushing into the wall behind the café where you’d just let him take you to lunch. He almost kisses your neck as he whispers, the heat from his presence hovering over your skin. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”

“No,” you say. You know as well as he does that the answer is grammatically vague, and he chuckles lightly as his hand flexes over you. You close your eyes, sighing gently, opening them when you feel the warmth of his lips move away from your throat. Howl’s leaning back, staring at you again, a soft insincere smile playing at the edge of his lips. He’s so beautiful, so bright and golden and strong like the sun. You’re aware of your heartbeat stuttering over itself, know that your lips are just barely parted, feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

And in the back of your mind rises the rumors that you’ve heard, the rumors you find hard to believe when you stare into his brilliant sapphire eyes (but that you wonder, you just wonder for the sake of your own safety if they could be true) – that when you give him what he wants, he’ll rip your heart out after.

But his eye have a hollow tenderness behind the twinkling mischief, and you can’t – just can’t quite bring yourself to believe that he would.

Almost.

Howl lets go of your waist, suddenly tingling without his touch, and raises his hand to your cheek. Your breath catches, and he smiles just a little wider.

“What troubles you? Haven’t I given you reason to trust me? Don’t you trust me?” Howl asks, his voice dropping quieter, lower. Your face tilts into his inviting hand almost instinctively. He leans in, kissing your other cheek.

“Mm- no,” you say, again vaguely. But that gentle kiss on your face is your unraveling. You sigh softly, and Howl moves to your lips, shining eyes locking on yours before you sink your lids close and fully surrender the last of your reservation.

Because Howl’s a good kisser. Of course he is. His lips are warm and like fire, strong with power that just barely buzzes beneath his skin, and you can feel it in his kiss. He tastes like sweet spice. You find yourself reaching up, locking your hands around his neck, the gentle soft strands of sun-gold hair cascading around your fingers. His tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. Before you realize it, your knee has slid between his legs, your hips almost grinding against his.

Howl’s hand slowly moves down your jaw to your throat, fingers splaying out, thumb over your pulse point as his fingertips dip under the neckline of your dress. His other hand must have come off the brick behind you, because you feel both roaming over your shoulders. His mouth begins to move, breaking the kiss to come back up your cheek, nipping gently against your earlobe as your head lolls back in response at the sensation.

He knows he’s hit a sweet spot right there under your ear, because you feel his mouth spread in a grin.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly.

He’s feeling for the dress fastening at the back of your neck, and you drop your arms, pressing your palms into the warm, sunbaked brick as he frees the buttons of your dress. Your eyes dart up, searching the alleyway for signs of life in the windows, but not pushing Howl away. He keeps moving, all the way down your back until the garment is slipping, and you shift your shoulders to let the fabric fall to your waist. It leaves you in the sheer slip undergarment and stockings. Howl runs a finger under the thin, silky shoulder strap, tugging lightly before letting go, moving to your chest. He lets his hands dance over the thin fabric. How’s touches tease, cupping you in his hands and finding your nipples with his pinching thumbs. His rings are still cold to the touch, icy metal pushing through the silky fabric. You gasp, hands scrambling against the wall to keep yourself up.

When Howl looks up at you again, the grin is still dancing over his face as your chest arches instinctively towards him in response.

“I’ve wanted this,” Howl says. He sounds purring, satisfied and smug, like he’s just gotten what he wants after throwing a temper tantrum and proud of his victory. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for so long.”

You moan, feeling the roughness of his fingers over the satin covering of the undergarment. His hands push, rolling to your ribcage and back up from under your chest to smear over you, and every last bit of fear is pushed away with his persistent touch. You’re left only with the desire that’s been deep inside you since you first saw the golden-haired man, the desire you tried to deny and tame with logic and self-imposed rules, and finally accepting.

“And… if I say… I’ve wanted you too?”

You’re rocking against the brick as your back arches into him.

“Oh, you wicked tease,” Howl says. There’s a crackle of glee in his voice, and he leans up, planting another quick kiss on your lips before slowly dropping down to his knees, tugging the rest of your dress down with him. The afternoon sun is directly overhead, keeping you hot even as your body trembles bare beneath only the thin silk slip.

Howl’s moving again, hands light on your ankles as he pulls your boots and stockings off, shrugging his own cloak away and pulling his shirt over his head before starting up. He gently nudges your feet apart, and you clap your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his head comes up between your legs, just under the mid-length hem of the slip. He kisses the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, first one, then the other.

He comes quickly to your cunt, and you didn’t realize you were so wet until you feel the heat of his breath as his kisses turn open-mouth. Howl’s mouth sucks lightly on you.

“O- oh!”

His face turns up, your knees weak and pliant as he moves between you. His tongue pushes you apart to taste you. He balances himself with hands pushed into your thighs, fingers gripping you tighter and tighter every moment. Your muscles clench in response.

“Howl – ” you start, but his tongue moves faster than yours and pushes up, greedily, hungrily, and you cut yourself off with a cry. You force your lips closed and try to turn it into a moan, suddenly mindful of the windowed buildings surrounding you, the dim clatter of the street outside the alleyway. You’re certain no one saw the two of you duck back here on Howl’s “shortcut” walking you home, that no one would take the same path down, but you shouldn’t scream.

“Howl!”

But it’s hard not to, with Howl’s tongue inside you, curling and flickering up to your clit as his right hand reaches for your entrance. His fingers tense, rubbing against each other in the space between your thighs, sliding your slickness between him before he pushes the index and middle straight into you. You moan again, your breath stuttering as he runs the flat of his tongue all the way down to your entrance, stuffed with his fingers fucking you, and then back up to your clit. Your knees lose all strength. His tongue alternates long, heavy licks with short teasing ones as he still moves up and down, and his fingers continue working into you, pushing directly up as the side of his thumb pulls your folds apart.

“Ohh……”

It aches, so deliciously. Your body craves friction, your thighs trembling as they’re kept apart by his head. If you were lying on your back, you would have been bucking your hips towards him, but rocking back and forth here in the alleyway is the best you can do. Your grip on Howl’s shoulders gets sweaty as your heartrate races, and you shift to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of gold.

His fingers slide so easily in and out of you, plunging up so hard it feels like you’re getting impaled onto him, the angle hitting so deeply to your core every time that your knees buckle. You have to lean back, even with the rough brick scratching your skin, probably pilling the thin silk of your slip. You feel yourself coming to the edge as Howl’s expert fingers and tongue continue to play over you slowly faster and faster.

It’s the kiss he presses once more to your inner thigh, sticky and wet as he draws away, that makes you fully melt. You feel yourself throb, pulsing so hard it almost feels like you’ve come. The pressure beats at your core, cunt feeling close to buzzing. You let go of his hair and his head falls back from under the short hem of the slip. He looks up at you again, his hand on your thighs so deep in the flesh that you know you’ll bruised.

“I should have tasted you sooner,” Howl says. His hair is disheveled. His eyes are clouded with lust.

“Help yourself,” you say weakly. The blood rushes through you as your body reels, tilting back away from the edge of orgasm, wishing he would continue.

“You’re delicious,” Howl says. He rises, golden hair catching the light as he comes back up to you, offering his hand to your mouth. Your lips are parted, but you don’t expect it when he slips the two fingers into your mouth. “Taste.”

Your eyes flutter as you moan involuntarily. Howl’s words falter as he moans too, struggling to get his words out as you suck around his fingers, feeling the space tighten in your mouth. His skin is salty beneath your own taste, his rings metallic and smooth under your tongue.

“I… darling, I would love to savor you. I loved hearing your voice scream my name, I want to hear every sound you make, but right here, right now, you could get us caught. And… I didn’t think you were done yet.”

“Mmmm,” you say around his fingers. Howl groans again, moving them into a V-shape when your suction relaxes. His rings gently clack against each other as he opens and closes, repeating the motion a few more times before bringing them back together and out of your mouth. A thin trail of saliva attaches your lips to his fingers as he draws back, glistening in the sun before snapping. You wipe the back of your mouth, looking up at him and panting slightly.

“No, we’re not done,” Howl repeats softly, and he grabs the sides of your face in his hands and draws you towards him again. This kiss is frantic, ravenous, deeply hungry as his mouth is over yours once more. His spicy taste is mixed musky with your own, and you raise your hands to hold his wrists, pressing him close to you. Your back is still roughly pinned against the brick alleyway walls but your hips are straining forward to Howl’s body as he mumbles incoherent, groaning curse words into your mouth.

You let go of his wrists with a squeeze and move your arms out, running your hands along the expanse of his chest. His skin is warm and rises and falls rapidly with his heavy breaths. Your heart is beating so loud in your own ears that you can’t hear his, as your hands move down to his pants.

Howl lets go of you and breaks the kiss with a groan, moving his hands to meet yours and fumble at the fastening of his pants. You let out a sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and tug against his waistband.

He opens his pants and you feel his cock against the back of your hand, already stiff. His eyes bore into yours, and a smile spreads over his lips, a heavy grin rather than the earlier smug smirks. “Now.. we don’t want to get caught, right?”

“Fuck.. right,” you say hoarsely. Your hand moves out, meets his as he strokes his hand over his cock. He laces his fingers through yours and guides it over him, his eyes not leaving yours as he leads you in stroking gently over him. He’s hard under your palm, and you keep stroking up and down when he lets go of your hand to wrap his hands around the hem of your slip and urge it up over your hips.

“Good,” Howl says, and he twists the fabric in his one hand and uses the other to lift your thigh slightly forward. He leans in, his cock coming between your legs as you try to guide him to your entrance with shaking fingers. His hips almost press right into yours as he moves back and forth, rubbing his cock right between your thighs, teasingly under your cunt.

You moan, the sound slipping louder from your chest as you let go of him and let your hands fall back to the brick wall.

“Be a good girl, and don’t scream, okay?”

You nod, trying to keep yourself under control as much as possible, but it’s so difficult, damningly difficult. The brick against your back begins to feel pleasurably rough as he rocks against you. The aching need is building, roaring, longing to feel him inside you. Your cunt throbs, hot and wet, feeling his cock right under you. You want Howl, you need him.

“My good girl,” Howl says, his voice raspy with lust. You groan, adjusting your feet and standing a little further apart, and it’s just what he needs to angle his next rocking motion forward right into you, lubricated by your own slick arousal.

“Oh!”

It’s hard to keep your promise to be quiet, your knees immediately going weak at the feeling of his first thrust into you. This is even better, and Howl’s next thrust into you is smooth and deeper as you slump into the wall. You try to buck your hips back to meet him, but his pace is too hard and fast even as you try to move with him.

Howl moves with full force, hands holding your shoulders before shifting to brace himself on the wall, over your head as he grunts with his thrusts. His muscles strain on either side of your head and his face, and your hands ball into fists against the brick. He fills you up with every thrust with how hard he’s fucking you. If it felt like his fingers were impaling you, his cock almost feels like you’re splitting apart. You feel your slick wetness against your inner eyes, pooling out of you with every stroke out and pump back in, and the moans ride out of you louder and louder.

“Shhh,” Howl hisses as your voice rises, and moves one of his hands from the wall over your head to cover your mouth, thumb into your cheek and side of his hand pushing between your lips. It cuts off your sound, and you lightly bite that space between his thumb and forefinger as your voice gurgles into a whimper.

Howl thrusts his hips up into you harsher and faster, the heat burning at the base of your stomach beginning to spread through your body as his thrusts fall into a frantic rhythm. Your thighs begin to shake at the effort of keeping your body at this angle, and it turns into a full-body quiver. It races against the build of your orgasm, and you whine into his hand again as his cock rubs into you with each stroke.

“Hold onto me, hold tight,” Howl whispers roughly, and lets go of your mouth. His pace falters a little as you do what he says. You wrap your arms around his neck under his golden hair, and both of his hands come to scoop your ass, digging right into the back of your thighs as he hoists you up against the wall.

You gasp, half in pain at the scraping brick that is likely shredding your slip to ribbons, and mostly in a shooting, delicious pleasure as he lifts you effortlessly over his cock. It makes his thrusts even deeper as he fucks you against the brick, and he leans his body into yours. The pressure is electric, and you squeeze your thighs around him, crossing your ankles and bringing Howl closer to you, allowing him deeper and deeper as you feel his pants slip further down his thighs.

“You…feel so good, so tight…” Howl says, his voice low but clear against you.

Your arms clutch over his back, digging your nails into the firm skin, arching your neck as you buck and moan under the warmth of his body, muffling yourself in his shoulder as you try to keep quiet. Howl’s lips are moving again against your throat, suckling and kissing with an urgency as his mouth opens against you to leave love bites. Your body trembles even harder as you struggle to take a clear breath, pinned between him and the wall, your entire body a live wire. His breath is just as wild, something hungry over your body that makes your skin prickle as his grunts and groans vibrate over you. It’s intoxicating, every sensation over and into you, his cock thrusting into your depths and spreading ecstasy through your veins.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you whisper into his shoulder. Howl makes a hissing, satisfactory noise, his hands tightening on the back of your thighs. His cock stretches you, plunging deeper, deliciously pulling you apart as he comes in, rocks out, and slams back in again.

“How long…have you been waiting to get fucked like this?”

You scrape your nails up across his back, coming up to his shoulders again for balance. Your inner thigh muscles strain against the expanse of his body, and you try to clench your muscles to keep yourself against his hips.

“Since… since the beginning,” you admit jaggedly, briefly closing your eyes and hunching your shoulders into Howl, his breath hot on your neck. “I wanted you.. as soon as I saw you.”

He makes a sound like a sharp laugh, like it’s all he can force out. “Tease,” he says, almost triumphantly. His fingers dig into your flesh and suddenly his thrusts move frantically. He’s fucking you harder, your composure fully coming apart.

“Howl…”

You force your head back, leaning against the wall as your body rides up and down with the force of his movements. Your body is racing towards the long-desired orgasm hard and fast with every thrust of his cock. Your body quivers, the pressure below your hips beating in time with your heart. Howl’s eyes meet yours, burning and dark, and you angle your chin forward to kiss him.

He catches your lips, and you whimper into his mouth as the kiss moves. Your fingers dig into skin just as his does, his moans caught in your throat as they come out. The tight, hot heat at the base of your stomach is so close to bursting. You’re ready, you’re so close.

“Howl.. I’m…I’m going to come, I‘m going to come,” you say, gasping, forcing the words as you try to stifle the cries with his kiss. But Howl leans back, immediately parting from your lips.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear you come for me,” he says, eyes flashing and teeth gritting in a devious smile.

You whimper, feeling your inner thighs quiver, unable to sustain any of it anymore. “Howl – ”

“I want to hear you come, I don’t care if the whole town hears,” he says, insistent. His voice, deep and raw, is enough alone to push you over the edge.

You whine again, but it’s weaker, your body so overstimulated.

“Let go,” Howl says, and you feel your whole body shudder as it breaks. And you scream. You feel your inner muscles tighten and spasm over Howl’s cock as the heat wave roars through you. It reaches up behind your stomach as you come apart over him, the cry ricocheting through the abandoned alleyway into the hot afternoon sky.

Howl comes too with his own symphony of groans, grinding his hips deep into your tight core and pushing you directly against the wall, almost into the bricks as his frantic thrusts break rhythm. You gasp, feeling him hot inside you as your nails dig into his shoulders, the waves of pain and pleasure crashing into each other.

He kisses you again as his cock throbs inside you, holding you close as the kisses come tender this time, fingers flexing and bending into you as both of you come down. Howl pulls out of you as he helps you back down on your feet. Your entire body feels raw and ragged, your thighs sticky with fluids that cannot be contained.

Howl kisses you once more, tenderly as he pulls his pants back up, bending down to gather the bundles of fabric. He smooths out your dress, handing it back to you with an almost sweet smile you haven’t seen before, on all your coffee dates, on all your sidewalk strolls.

The smile, dazzling as the sun, breaks your heart, and something tells you you’re never going to see it or Howl again after today.

“I’ll walk you home,” he says, and you find yourself shaking your head even as your heart skips a beat.

“I’m… really, I’m fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve always walked you home.”

But the words sound half-hearted, and you shake your head again as you step back into the dress. Howl smiles again, a little sadly, and puts his hands on your waist to urge you into a gentle spin as he does your buttons back up. You hear him gasp lightly.

“Your back – I’m sorry. Let me…”

“No,” you start to say again, but feel a cool tingle across your skin. Magic, healing the rough marks of the bricks. Probably magic that had spurred his muscles to lift you, too. The tingle spreads all over your flesh, and you raise your eyes to the windows above, fighting tears that you know Howl can’t see, as he erases his marks on you, even the bruises and love bites you would have treasured in the coming days.

If only he knew, if only you could talk with him beyond the superficial, that you’d been his for so long, since the first day you saw his shining golden face on the town streets. Since your first coffee. That every weak moment you had revolved around how badly you wanted him, how desperately you wanted to give yourself to him even though you knew he would leave as soon as he got what he wanted. You know, you have a sinking feeling thudding at the back of your head as the last ecstasy of your orgasm fades, that as soon as you walk back to the main street he will be gone, gone forever.

No, the Wizard Howl didn’t rip your heart out and eat it. But he's taken it all the same.

fin.

[dc-marvel-crossovers]

DC/Marvel parallels + Ao3 tags

[xbeezchaos]

BPD Howl Pendragon!

I knoooooowwww. I’ve literally been dead for months and apologies for this being something unrelated to the BPD Scara series I’ve been getting at but I’m currently fixated on Howl so I’ll be using him as my projector. I also highly believe this man has BPD and nobody can convince me otherwise

Btw. I don’t condone romanization of mental issues. I’m simply ✨projecting healthily✨

Jealousy flare ups and depressive episodes; what that looks like for Howl

He’s unsure why, but he has been struggling with jealousy in a much higher factor than what he’s typically used to. It may be due to your presence

Ever since you two have gained the new title of dating and made it public, he’s felt a sense of possessiveness over you in a way that felt consuming

He needed you in bed to sleep soundly at night, and if you weren’t there he’d have not a wink of sleep while he held one of your clothing items close, taking in your scent and crying to himself about why you weren’t here

He gets suspicious and jealous when you spend lots of time away from him and with other friends. He trusts you but he’s scared someone will take you away.

You try telling him these things you plan out, but sometimes he won’t listen after he’s become too worked up over the idea of you being away for so long

He spends hours in bed without water or food. No motivation to get up until he gets a message from you encouraging him

Sometimes you have to baby the tall man, wash his hair and brush it for him.

Getting him to eat is the worst, he blames his medication cause the side effects impact his appetite frequently but the benefits are “too good” to give it up for just that

When he does eat, he’s got a sweet tooth like no man’s business, you’d think he’d gone mad with the amount of sugary treats he’d consume. But at least he was eating now so you didn’t complain too much

If he’s not sleeping all day, he’s awake for days on end, unable to sleep and refuses to take his sleep aid pills because “they don’t work.”

He’s secretly really petty towards those around the two of you but tries his best to keep most of it to himself. Even if you know. He won’t tell you.

The sleep aid pills knock him flat on his ass and he hates it. Waking up to your giggles of how he fell asleep in your arms like a snoring baby would make his face flush in embarrassment

He dislikes a lot of people talking to him when he’s upset. He’ll start snapping and going silent. P

Sometimes despite how hard it is to get out of bed, when he does, he’ll try to do small things like clean, eat, and make you little gifts

He made you a phone charm and matching rings to wear, he’d spent all night on it, since he was in bed all day.

It’s hard when he’s having an episode due to his jealousy, if you or someone else doesn’t get to him in time he’ll start calling upon the shadows and it takes quite a while to get him to even process that anyone else besides him is within the vicinity, let alone fully calm down.

He gets very clingy when he’s depressed, he’ll carry around items of yours and calls them “support items”

He looks like a tall child with a blanket as he walks around the house doing his daily business. It’s the best you’ve seen him do in the last few weeks so you try to keep him with his support items often

“Coffee is not a meal, have you eaten anything today?”

“A cheese stick..” you hit him over the head with a rolled up newspaper after that and dragged him to go make food.

He’d done this for over a week now and despite the small efforts, a drink wasn’t enough for him to get through the day.

Extra sassy in his conversations with calcifer

Takes the longest showers ever and he’s always steaming like a boiled potato when he gets out

Becomes a tablet child to compete simple tasks

Irritable as hell when he’s around people he’s not fully comfortable with, like your friends he’s only met twice

He’d eventually try going off on his own and have a good time that way, then eventually end up having an anxiety attack when he starts getting into his own head again

It’s not that he’s not social, but when he feels ignored he gets quite irritable and especially quiet. Which is odd for him because he loves chatting with new people

[killedbythegroove]

just a drummer and his feral frontman

[littlerequiem]

— enchanted ˚⁎⁺ levi ackerman x gn!reader

CONTENT — A Howl's Moving Castle inspired one-shot featuring Wizard Levi and a Violin Maker Reader. No real warnings, just some fluff about first encounters, Levi's POV (wc: 1.1k)

The rhythmic sound of coins being deposited into the till ceases.

Levi looks up as you finish recording the transaction of his payment in a notebook, a magical quill transcribing your thoughts directly onto the paper. Despite the help, you remain concentrated on your task, creases forming between your brows. 

Levi studies you.

You are as he last remembers, but different.

Your essence is the same, but your strength is yet to be discovered. 

And you are more modest than he remembers. You wear a simple straw hat, which doesn't have any woven details nor ribbons to adorn it. 

All things considered, it is a rather plain hat. But perhaps its most offensive transgression is the fact that it is worn by someone as special as you.

Oh yes, Levi wasn’t sure when he spotted you in the crowds in the bustling town of Market Chipping, but now, he is certain of it.

It’s you.  

And someone of your caliber? 

You deserve the finest silk hats. 

You deserve to be far away from a step-sister who mistreats you and takes advantage of your skills as an artisan. 

You deserve to open your own shop, in a town you choose for yourself.  

You just deserve more. 

“I hope you enjoy your violin, Sir,” you say to him, tearing him out of his observations. Your voice is low and collected, as though you are afraid to draw attention to yourself.

You hand him a package—the violin he just bought—wrapped carefully in a leather-bound box. It is one of the finest instruments Levi has ever seen, but that you're the one who crafted it makes it priceless. 

Levi says nothing as he takes his new purchase in his two hands. He tucks it under one arm and continues to stare at you. 

Behind the counter, trinkets float around the different violins on display, jewels of all colors gleaming and reflecting a myriad of colors on your skin. It is a beautiful and delicate sight, and Levi secretly wonders how you would look surrounded by more colors.  

At Levi’s silence, you follow his gaze and catch what he is staring at. 

“Oh, those?” you let out, a timid smile creeping up on your lips. You reach out into the air, and various gems hover around your fingertips, like metal attracted to a magnet. “These are enchanted gemstones. We sell them to musicians looking for a muse. Our local Witch has charmed them to float around like this. Catchy, isn’t it?”  

As you finish explaining your story, you pluck one stone that’s swirling above you. You turn and offer it to him, opening your palm.

It’s a pink stone, etched with sharp corners and glistening surfaces.  

“It is said that each stone brings a different kind of luck to its owner,” you explain, a gleam of light reflecting onto your cheeks as you twirl the stone around. “This one’s a rose quartz. It’s meant to promise long lasting love.”

Levi's lips twitch at the sight of the stone.

Long lasting love, huh?

Of course, Levi recognizes the pink gem—he recognized it the moment he walked into the shop. It is the same stone that you wore as a necklace in his past when you first saved him.

Despite this, he still finds himself asking you:  “Why hand me this one?” 

Levi still doesn’t retrieve the gem from your hand, allowing you to finish your sales pitch. 

You blink, your eyes flickering to him. Your expression is riddled with uncertainty, as if you didn’t expect Levi would be interested in what you had to say. 

You swallow a heavy breath, your hand faltering.

“D’you know what? I don’t understand it myself. It just… felt right. Isn’t that strange?” You bite your bottom lip nervously. “Here, you keep it—it’s on the house.” 

You bring your hand closer to his own, offering him the stone. 

But Levi waves a hand in the air to refuse.

“No,” Levi answers coolly. “This isn’t a charity.”

He sees you frown, appearing taken aback.

Levi gestures to the stone still in your hand. “But I would like to buy it.” 

A victorious grin creeps on your lips, as though you didn’t believe your speech might lead to this turn of events. You nod, looking oddly satisfied with yourself. 

“Alright then,” you hum. You tell him the price of the stone and he hands you the change. Before handing him his new possession, you give him a curious stare. “What name should I put on both receipts?”

He stills.

“Levi Ackerman,” he answers, studying you carefully to gauge your reaction.

You look up at him. Recognition flashes on your face and you appear startled. Afraid, perhaps.

“Oh.” There’s a tremor to your voice that wasn’t there before. “Are you… the Levi Ackerman? Humanity’s Strongest Wizard?” 

Levi crosses his arms over his chest. The term Humanity Strongest was first coined many years ago, when he was still an apprentice and his mastery of magic was deemed extraordinary.

He hates the title. 

“Fucking pretentious, isn’t it?” Levi comments, the muscles on his face tensing. 

You seem to relax upon hearing Levi's response, the same smile ghosting your face. “Well, it is a bit much. Couldn’t settle for a title with less… flair?”  

“Believe me, I would have loved to,” Levi mutters. 

The corner of your mouth lift upwards. “I suppose Humanity’s Okay-est Wizard doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, huh?”

Levi shrugs. “I think I would settle for just Levi, if I could,” he confesses.

Levi wants to say that he’d settle for you calling him like that, but he refrains himself. That would be way too forward of him and way too creepy of a thing to hear from someone you don’t even know.

But Levi knows you.

(He’s known you for many years.) 

For him, to hear his name on your lips would be as natural as the wind blowing through the valley of this town.

There’s a gleam in your eyes now, the beginning of a fire Levi recognizes. “Alright, just Levi. Tell me, do you believe in the properties of stones?”

Levi clicks his tongue in a way that it hisses through his teeth, amusement and disbelief blending on his face.

“Not really.” Levi gazes at you thoughtfully. “But maybe one day.” 

You give him a curious look and place the gem into his palm. The contact of your fingertips against his skin sizzles. 

Levi pockets the stone, burning the memory of you in his mind. He’ll gift you the necklace one day, and you'll both see that the properties of the stone are true.

But before that, your own story has to start.

See you soon, Violin Maker.

— Masterlist

[wyvernspirit]

Happy lesbian week take this objectively right Barbie movie protagonist(s) Gay Tierlist ♥️🧡🤍💗💜

[twogolddoubloons89]

I’m not at all an ACOTAR fan but I also adore Elucien and feel the urge to write a Howl’s Moving Castle inspired fanfic set during the first book where Lucien, instead of living in the Spring Court, moves around Prythian in a castle (hence the Howl’s Moving Castle bit) and one day Elain wanders upon him and somehow ends up hired as a cleaner in order to earn money and romantic shenanigans ensue

[yourfriendlyneighborhoodem]

not me shamelessly plugging my Kastle fanfic, "When the Smoke Clears". (but if I were, I'd tell you to hop on over to A03/WattPad for some angsty reads)

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Me publishing anything on AO3