#BECAUSE I FORGOT HE WAS ON THE LEAFS AND I COULD SEE HIM WITH MY REAL EYEBALLS!!! we did eventually figure out the cowbell joke after

[nosyrobin]

|| WHEN UNCLE!READER GETS SICK AND THE BATBOYS HEAR ABOUT IT ||

Coughing, sneezing, raspy voice, achy body. Oh dear, you got a cold. Shaking like a damn leaf on a windy day, you called your brother. Bruce immediately picks up the phone, you knew he was in the bat cave. Hearing the bat-computer keys and talking. You could only roll your eyes as you talked to him. “Can’t make it. I’m sick” you said. He responded it with a “sick? Stay home. I’ll send Alfred to make you some soup Y/N.” You could only nod before coughing a storm up. If you could see your brother now, he would be frowning with concern.

“It’s not….deadly is it?” “What?! Bruce, no. It’s a cold. Yknow how I get.” You said closing your eyes about to hang up and rest. Bruce only sighed for the other side of the phone. “Alright.” “And Bruce.” “Yeah?” “DONT let the boys know I’m sick. Yknow how they get when I’m sick…” sadly they found out. You didn’t know how or when. But of course you knew who found out first.

Tim found out first, first because you didn’t show to the manor on the daily time you always do. Tim notice Alfred picking up your favorite soup you eat when sick when you use to live here at the manor when he was Robin. Tim frowned, you’re sick. You’re sick, alone, withering away in bed. What kind of nephew would he be if his dear uncle is not with company. So with that, he grabbed some doctor gloves, a face mask, hand sanitizer and Lysol. He was prepared. When Alfred went away to secure the packed soup, Tim took the packed up soup and ran out the door to drive to your house.

Jason surprisingly was the second to find out. He lives with you, like a roommate kinda of thing? So why in the world would he be second? Because he was too busy bleeding out in the manor after a fight and he had to stay in the same manor over night before you had gotten sick. Jason had seen Tim run out the door when he came down the stairs. Narrowing his eyes in suspicion as he also sen that the packed soup was the kind of soup you ate only if you were sick or terribly hungry. But since he knew you weren’t in the manor, he went with the former and immediately dressed up to go see his sick uncle.

Damian, he always knows when something is going on. But he definitely knows when something is going on when he sees his two brothers leave the manor. “Uncle’s sick Titus. Drake has his favorite soup and Todd has his favorite book. Pathetic, they forgot uncle’s heated up blanket.” Damian says with a smirk. Certainly holding it as Titus barks at his owner. “Guess we will pay my uncle a visit, I’ll see you later.” The brown skinned boy said as he pats his beloved dog. Leaving the manor with a shortcut to your house.

Dick was last, and was mad knowing that no one informed him that you were sick! Like cmon, he’s the first Robin and he had more of a bond with you when he was little! So how could his brothers leave him in the dust like that! He immediately got off work and speeded over to your house. He got some of your snacks, a “get well soon” card. And just some flowers, it was perfect. Perfect for the “favorite” nephew of course.

Tim was first at your door and entered using a copy of your spare key, then Jason shoulder rushed Tim like a football player, Damian was going through your window, and dick…dick just stood there watching his little brothers cause havoc. The soup was saved by Damian sliding to catch it, Tim almost had a heart attack as Jason just glares at all the brothers in his “home.”

Damian smirks, ready to get the “best nephew” award by handing you the soup you desire when sick. That was before Jason picked him like a stray cat. “What the hell you’re doing here demon?” “I’m just doing what needs to be done. Helping uncle.” Damian says with a glare. Dick takes Damian out of Jason’s bear grip and then helps Tim up. “Well, arguing isn’t going to help. Let’s just see how unc is doing guys.” All the boys nod in agreement, going inside your room. Tim still looks like a doctor so he was the last one in.

You were surprised, very surprised to see all four of your brother’s kids and your nephews at your house smiling as if they didn’t just break in. You heard them, but you thought you were just hallucinating. Damian gave you the still hot and ready soup on your night stand and your blanket. He wanted to get on your bed and lay with you, but you shook your head no. Not wanting to get him sick. Jason just sat down in a chair you have in your room, watching you closely like a hawk in case something happens. Tim was taking your temperature, asking you about the medicine you have taken. Basically a worried baby worried for his poor “old” uncle. Dick just lays the basket of things he bought for you. Smirking as he made a comment about how he is obviously the “favorite” nephew. That made everyone mad, cue to loud arguing and Damian ready to jump his brother.

As much as the boys loved you, they acted as if you were on your death bed. Which made you kinda mad, but at least they care for you a lot. But the constant arguing was not helping you as headaches started to attack. You coughed loudly as you felt your eyes droop more. You hated being sick, but you mostly hated your peace being ruined.

“Out! Out now!” You yelled with a raspy voice, all the boys stop. Frowning before leaving, except for Jason who stood there with crossed arms. “I live here unc…” you glare before throwing a box of tissues at your buffed up nephew who didn’t seem phased at all. “Not as of now mister, you stay at the manor or whatever you go until I get better.” Jason stayed silent before leaving. Not before putting a bottled up medicine by your bed, with a small note that says “get better.”

[queenimmadolla]

Could you do a blurb where reader rolls a joint for Eddie for the first time with all her cute papers and stuff and he loves it?

Happy Stoner Christmas!

happy 4/20! 😶‍🌫️💚

“Well, if it isn’t for my favorite customer.”

  You hear him before you see him, and sit up straighter as you look up, torso twisting around to face Eddie.

  He’s walking through the tree line that acts as the ‘fence’ to your backyard. Not exactly born into wealth, your home is on the edge of Hawkins and lacks the white picket fence and concrete driveway, with nature and gravel filling in. Just down the street is Jonathan Byers’ home. 

  Confidence radiates off of Eddie as he approaches the picnic bench you were waiting on, his curls sway a little. He’s rocking a band shirt today—long sleeves rolled up his forearms—and some dark jeans. You try not to squirm under his stare, the wild grin on his face stirring something in your tummy.

  You knew you’d end up crushing on him after the first time you went to him for weed instead of Rick. He was cute. 

  Eddie was so freaking cute and charming and funny. You probably would have been fine if he had just been cute and charming, but the humorous trait was your weakness. You loved funny guys.

  Sure enough, by the fourth time he dealt to you—his tongue was in your mouth. And the fifth time, you’d gone to third base. Now, whatever happened when he came around just happened. You accepted it, even if it makes you a little nervous because you know very well you’re interested in more than just the benefits that come with your encounters. 

  You want him. Like, boyfriend him. It’s kind of tragic, actually, because you don’t even know if you’re the only one of his clientele he treats this way. Eddie can be fucking the rest of them for all you know and it drives you insane because you want to ask—you’re just too chicken shit.

  “You say that as if this wasn’t prearranged.” You laugh out and Eddie snorts, dumping his black lunch pail on the leaf riddled bench top next to your scooby-doo lunch box with a metal clang.

  “I’m trying to be cute and you’re ruining it.” When you laugh again, Eddie’s eyes squint in triumph, “And I’ll have you know I have been waiting—no, yearning for you to call upon me. Moved my bed over to the phone and everything. Thought you forgot allllllll about me.”

  “Me forget about you? Impossible.” You declare in a joking manner, though you truly mean the sentiment. Your mental health might be better if you could forget him. Then you wouldn’t be able to make yourself sick over the idea of him kissing other people.

  “You better mean that.” He jabs an accusatory finger, silver ring glinting, in your direction as he settles in across from you, “The usual, my sweet?”

  UGH! SEE?! Too damn cute.

  “Please?” You’re too busy opening up your own lunch box full of supplies to notice the heated look he fixes you with right then.

  Eddie clears his throat, tongue darting out to swipe over his lower lip as he pops the lid of his lunch pail open, pulling out a little baggie with your favorite strain of buds. He eyes it with a glint in his eye before it’s held out to you, dangling from his fingertips. 

  You look up once you realize it’s being offered, and pinch the top of the baggie as your other hand holds out the folded bills. Eddie flicks them out of your loose grip, and it goes flying to land in your lap while you jump in surprise.

  “My bad,” he snickers, his pretty teeth gleaming, “it’s on the house.”

  You pick up exactly where he wants you to, “In that case, please accept my offer to smoke you out with my newly acquired goods.”

  That feeling in your belly—butterflies—intensifies at the slow and large smile that spreads on his face, forcing his little dimple to make an appearance.

  It always goes like this now. 

  Eddie comes over (or you go to him), weed is exchanged and when you try to pay him for it, he refuses. Then, you invite him to smoke weed with you (and he’ll always pull from the extra inventory he carries around—never from what he’s just given you), the two of you get high and you finally feel brave enough to make a move because you know he always waits for you to do it. Gives you the power to start things, your own comfort, though he takes full control once you get going. He’s always so keen on taking care of you. You’d once thought that maybe he didn’t want you as much as you wanted him, since it was always you initiating things, but the way he’d beg for you, ramble about how much he wanted you, how desperate he was for you and his ‘finally, I thought I was gonna die’s on just your kisses alone, soothed that insecurity. 

  “I’d be delighted to! But─”

  “Nope.” You interrupt, having seen his hand reaching into his pail. “My weed—not yours.”

  He raises his eyebrows in surprise and when you don’t back down, both of his hands are lifted in surrender before one is extended to you out on the bench, palm up. Eddie’s waiting for you to give him your grinder and the weed so he can start rolling but you low five his palm instead and he chuckles, skin tingling from the contact.

  “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  “I know, but I’m also rolling today, too.”

  Eddie scoffs and smirks, fixing you with that heated stare again and you quickly divert your gaze, pulling out your pretty purple grinder and getting to work. You are not gonna let him make you nervous and fumble around, “Baby…”

  Oh, god. The way he coos it out, nice and low—you’re instantly taken back to other times you’d heard him say it like that. You’d been bent into all kinds of positions as it was rasped into your ear, the sweat from both of your bodies plastering Eddie to you. Your hand twists the top of the grinder on autopilot as you stare at nothing, gaze vacant.

  Eddie knows exactly where your mind has taken you and his smirk widens.

  “You can’t roll for shit.”

  That snaps you out of your stupor, mouth dropping.

  “I can, too! You’ve never seen me put in the work.”

  “I have, that’s why I roll.”

  And you cringe as you recall the first time you’d try to roll a joint. It had been the second time Eddie sold to you, having only used pre-rolled cones prior. Those only meant you had to pack the wrap in with weed, kind of like a funnel and then twist the end closed before partaking.

  Rolling from start to finish was a whole other endeavor and you’d failed so badly, Eddie had rolled around on the floor laughing. You didn’t take any offense, too busy jumping up and down inside at having made the cute, charming funny guy you liked laugh.

  “I’ve been practicing,” You pout, placing the grinder down after you’re sure the nug of the bud you’d placed in it was now almost powder-like.

  “You tryna impress me, hm?” He hums out, and you refuse to look up, knowing those pretty brown eyes of his are gonna be lidded and it’ll do you in early. You’ll have to jump him right there, “Been practicing to show me what you can do?”

  You ignore him, focusing instead on the rolling papers you had. 

  Eddie places his chin in his hand, watching you intently as you frown in concentration before it breaks when you select a rolling paper, cherries decorating the white sheets. You pull your small rolling tray out and some part of Eddie throbs. You hadn’t had that before.

  You quickly scrunch a filter together, folding the rolling paper and placing the filter at the edge of the fold before you unscrew the grinder and begin pinching the green within to sprinkle on the paper. Once it was full, and Eddie notices with wide eyes that you’ve packed it with a significant amount, you use dexterous fingers to carefully roll it together, tongue poking out as you take diligent care to ensure no fall out. Once the green flower is properly contained, you lick the free edge and fold it over the rest of the joint before you pinch and twist the end.

  After a few moments of intense scrutiny, you hold it out victoriously, “Taduh!!! For you.”

  Eddie takes the joint, turning it this way and that as he marvels. You really had been practicing, it was beautiful. He feels an intense amount of pride bloom in his chest and something else. Always for you, only ever for you.

  “Did I do good?” You ask, voice shy as you bite your lip and this time you don’t look away when that heavy stare focuses on you. You wanna faint, but you don’t. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you know where tonight is gonna lead. 

  “Baby,” There’s that rasp again that makes you want to drop dead and smash your mouth to his at the same time, “I’m gonna need you to come over here now. Don’t think I can wait.”

[mournings-stars]

What's ur take on vox aftercare imagines? :3

tell me why i was so in love with this ask, wrote a whole fic and literally forgot to post it omg ANYWAY i love vox with aftercare cus that television does NOT know what he’s doing

yes he’s used to having to reign in val but convincing someone to not be criminally insane and telling someone they did a good job is a tad bit different yk (LMAO)

i doubt he’s ever actually received aftercare or given it before getting into an actual relation(situation)ship so he fumbles with it at first

he’d definitely get the hang of it tho! like i think in private he’s a very doting s/o (in his own way) like he gives you the princess treatment all day every day (as long as no one else is there to see it)

so i think despite that he kinda lacks in the aftercare department cus he literally doesn’t know it exists until you try to initiate it

anyway for this lil blurb my idea was that reader and vox have been hooking up for a while and have gotten closer (it’s not like vox would let just anyone sleep in his bed) so here u go

Vox would really try to give aftercare. Every time since you started spending the night, he’d clean you up and change the sheets. He’d get you something to wear before he took care of himself, and made sure you had anything you could physically need, but that was it. He wasn’t good at the rest of it. He didn’t think to get you tea (especially because he didn’t even like “leaf water”) or a warm blanket, he didn’t think to tell you how he was feeling or how well you did, and he certainly didn't tell you if he needed anything.

No one, before you, had ever even introduced the idea of aftercare. There was a night where you sleepily told him how well he did, and he told you to “go to sleep if you want to stay here tonight,” but you said, “I have to make sure you’re alright first,” like he was ridiculous, laughing as you kissed his shoulder.

“Of course I’m alright… Are you?” He asked awkwardly, thinking you were trying to hint that he’d done something wrong, maybe hurt you.

“Mhm. Just cold.”

“Then… use your blanket?” He pulled his sheets over you as you groaned, shaking your head at him. “What?”

“Nothing… Nothing.” You tucked the blankets over you, turning away from him as you shut your eyes. “Night.”

And it took him hours to fall asleep. Not only was he utterly confused by you, but he had a very needy feeling in his chest. He had half a mind to check and see if he was hard again, because he certainly didn’t feel it, but that was the only thing that made sense.

That is, until he looked at you, tucked into your blankets and finding himself thinking he would be much warmer than some stupid blanket. Why the fuck were you holding on to a blanket and not him—?

And then he had to pause and collect himself because who the fuck gets jealous over a blanket…?

He gently and reluctantly woke you up, feeling bad for it when he watched you blink your eyes open groggily. He came up with something arbitrary, “you’re pushing me off the bed, pretty.”

“Mmm, sorry,” you mumbled and scooted over. He took the opportunity to scoot closer, gently grabbing your waist to pull you against him. You turned toward him, assuming he wanted something else and sleepily bringing your mouth to his neck.

“As much as I like ‘sleepy sex’,” as you called it, “with you, I just want to — hold you.” You didn’t miss the way his screen glitched when he spoke, and he didn’t miss the smile that came to your face before you went back to sleep.

But of course all the niceties were gone the next day when you left before he woke up, which you always did because that was the agreement you had — but surely that didn’t mean things had to be the same in the bedroom.

So he started researching and apparently, “why the fuck is my… partner… being so nice after sex?” Was a commonly searched question in Hell, as it populated almost immediately after he typed “why.”

That led him to trying, really trying, to give aftercare. The first time, you were shocked, telling him you’d clean up, but he insisted and you relented. You let him do what he wanted, thinking he might just be in a mood, but when he very awkwardly asked if you were alright, you realized what he was doing.

“Why don’t I make us tea?” You suggested, getting up from his bed after he’d given you something to wear. “Is that alright? Or, do you want me to keep you company?”

You were much more attentive, and you always knew what to say. That alone made an error appear on his screen, but you didn’t joke or say anything about it. “That’s fine,” he finally brought himself to say.

“Alright. Be right back.” You gave him a smile, gently squeezing his hand as you passed him by and went to the kitchen.

He wanted to tell you to be quick, as he suddenly felt very lonely when he lost the feeling of your hands on him, but he stopped himself.

As if you read his mind, you came back very quickly, also bringing a bowl of fruit with you (and hot water with lemon and honey for him because, again, leaf water). “Blood sugar,” you said, making him laugh.

“So, you like to eat after…?” He concluded, because “blood sugar” was certainly not a valid justification in Hell. You nodded and he did the same in return. “What else?”

“What else, what?” You asked as you sat next to him in bed after setting the tea and fruit on his nightstand, tucking your legs beneath the covers.

“What else do you like… after?”

This time, you didn’t ignore the error screen, taking it as him pushing for too much. “Don’t worry about that — it’s more about what you need… Like, you like to cuddle,” his screen glitched as he cleared his throat, “because you need a little bit of comfort. I don’t need much; maybe, just, something to wear and sleep — but I’d rather not sleep alone.” He nodded along. “I’ll get everything I like; tea, fruit, whatever.” You gave him a very sweet smile, but he understood you were telling him to not ask any more about what you liked — or, he thought he understood that you didn’t want to get personal. “What do you like?” Then you caught him off guard.

No one had ever prioritized what he liked — or, rather, needed after sex before now, and he certainly never wanted to tell anyone. Who knows how they’d use it against him? But you… you just felt genuine.

[hawkinasock]

I ADORE YOU. MORE ABUNDANCE YANQING AND YAOSHI. PLEASE.

So, can you please learn more tell about this theory?

(You draw beautifully.)

GAAAGHHHH this was the first thing I saw in the morning omg tsym <333 dw I've got my mitts on and I'll get to cooking o7 I assume you're asking me to explain the theory? Which I'll gladly do. Very long post incoming.

Essentially, the general idea is that Yanqing is related to abundance in some way, be it simply second-hand association, or he himself being an abomination/denizen of abundance himself - I personally believe in the latter. While I've made art of Yaoshi and Yanqing in a parental dynamic, it's not something I see as a viable theory, so much as it's just a fun little crack theory. Yaoshi is more likely a passive creator than an actual loving parent. There's a bunch of different interpretations for what Yanqing is and how he came to be based on the little pieces of evidence found in canon. One piece of evidence is his blonde hair.

As far as I can tell, the only other blonde Xianzhou characters are Dan Shu and Luocha (Luocha isn't a Xianzhou native himself, but he was a part of the quest so I'm including him anyway), both directly associated with the abundance, as well as Yaoshi themselves.

Interestingly enough, Dan Shu has the same hair part as Yanqing, but that could just be chalked up to design cohesion and framing the face/mask, rather than anything meaningful.

Edit: someone pointed out to me that Dan Shu's hair was initially brown, but after joining the disciples, it turned blonde.

Edit: I somehow forgot to include Phantylia, who has blonde hair in her third phase, and even a hair part. There's also a disciple of Sanctus Medicus in a cell in the shackling prison who also has blonde hair. Every character I've found who has blonde hair is either a disciple, or canonically connected to Yaoshi

(I considered adding Hongling, the fanatic fan in the stands of the Skysplitter, but I think his hair might just be dyed, which isn't too crazy an idea for a stan. Still mentioning him though, since he's a really weird character)

If you look closely at Yanqing's clothes, there's a reoccurring vine-esc pattern on all layers of his hanfu. They can also be seen on his sword. It doesn't necessarily mean much by itself, but it's an interesting detail I and others have noticed.

However, I want to point attention to Yanqing's phone case, because it's actually super interesting, and probably the most convincing piece of evidence imo. Not only does it relay the vine motif, but that to me looks like a leaf detaching from a branch and transforming into a swallow. If the characters' phone cases are meant to reflect their personality/reference lore elements, then this is probably the most blatant in terms of potential lore.

Edit: the little decals on the camera lense are in the image of Yanqing's hair ornament, which happens to look like a pair of leaves, midribs and all.

Speaking of swallows, has anyone noticed that there's flocks of golden swallows inside the roots of the arbor? I only noticed on my second playthrough, but I haven't stopped thinking about them since. How odd is it that out of any other bird, the arbor has swallows specifically. Of course, Swallows aren't Yanqing's motif alone, as the wardance teaser silhouette's have what look like swallows in the background art, but I still think it's important to bring up, considering Yanqing is literally COVERED in them, from his ornaments, to his swallow tail-shaped coat tail, to his entire playstyle.

Low-quality ss of the swallows for reference.

Luocha also has a line about Yanqing that, setting aside any theory-crafting, seems pointless. He has nothing to say, which, if he was truly genuine, what purpose does this line even serve? I can't infer much from the delivery of the other languages, since I have no knowledge on them or their social cues, but in en, the tone is very... discreet? It's just the way he says it is very off, like he's being dishonest. Too quick; too matter-of-fact; It's artificial honesty. I hope you get what I mean lol. I can only assume the va was directed to say it that way for a reason.

A passage from Yanqing's 2nd char story reads: "It's recorded in the military annals of the Cloud Knights how Jing Yuan came to discover the young boy, stood his ground against public opinion, and incorporated him into the armed forces. However, in the family lineage column, Yanqing's lineage was relegated to the category of unknown."

From Yanqing's 4th char story: "Some speculated that he [Jing Yuan] was cultivating an heir, others claimed he only kept him around just to use this kid as a secret weapon. Jing Yuan never offered a response."

Jing Yuan is really suspicious. Like, incredibly suspicious. Even more than Luocha. Yanqing is already known to be an orphan, but the lack of clarity over the details of Jy discovering him, as well as the fact that he has no known relatives in their database is very odd. Speaking to Jing Yuan's npc in-game allows the player to inquire about Yanqing's origin, but Jing Yuan's response is far from helpful. You'd think the man who decks out his Lieutenant in protective charms and locks, and who raised the kid from, at oldest, toddler years, would be a little more eager to spurge on about stories from Yanqing's childhood, but he instead chooses to dance around the topic and make light-hearted remarks about Qingzu's furphies. Obviously, you can't and shouldn't expect to get all of a characters lore in one serving, but revealing so little definitely implies a lot more, as we've seen with Luocha.

These details are the reason why, if Yanqing does turn out to be related to the abundance, be it a spawn of the arbor, or a creation of Yaoshi themselves, I believe that at least Jing Yuan knows and is keeping it all under wraps. Maybe the whole reason Jing Yuan assigned him as his aide in the first place was to keep a close eye on him. Rather ironic a general of the hunt would risk everything to protect the thing he's sworn to destroy.

But that's just my two cents. Thank you anon for giving me a reason to spurge about this theory finally, as it's become so dear to my heart.

More art will be posted as I go along, so don't touch that dial.

[xq1zi]

look of love

gaara x reader

warnings: not proof read, english not first language, and no capitalization.

word count: 2.4k

A/N: gaara needs more love. also i recommend the song “strangers in the night” by frank sinatra. it describes this fic perfectly i think and it wasn’t even intentional lol. also this kinda dumb

when the chunin exams had begun you weren't there due to being away on a mission with your parents. and when you came back so much had happened such as sasuke leaving the village. naruto going to go train with master jiraiya.

you would be filled in once you came back and saddened that you didn't get a chance to say goodbye to nartuo. but wasn't the end of the world since what caught your interest was the three they called the “sand village siblings”.

and was told how scarry a guy called “gaara” was. sure when this was told to you all of it already happened so you had nothing to worry about but still left a bad taste in your tongue.

but nowadays its peace was made with the sand village so nothing goes on with them anymore you gradually forgot about them. then you were told to go assist team 10 going to save the current kazekage.

after the cheering and sad moment for lady chiyo, he had gotten up to go back home. but he had looked around for a second to see who had come. then your eyes met.

it could be because he's never seen you. or simply you caught his eye for some reason. but for that moment it felt like staring into a person you've known for years. comfort. but it ended as quickly as it started.

then everyone went back to the village and naruto suggested that they should go out to eat. so many went to a restaurant to celebrate the fact that gaara is alive.

the restaurant had a second level balcony and you went out to get fresh air for a little while. then the door slides open. “oh, i didn't realize someone was already here.” a quiet voice says.

“oh no, don't stop because of me here.” you invited gaara to come out with you.

“i don't think we've met before. i was certain i had met everyone of naruto friends by now” he spoke again. “i was on a mission when you first came to leaf village so i didn't have a chance to meet you. im [name] nice to meet you.” your eyes couldnt leave his.

“same to you. gaara but i'm sure you knew that by now…” silent grew but looking into each other's eyes you didn't even notice it one bit.

but subconsciously without thinking, you blurted out the one thing that should've been kept inside. “you look so beautiful..,” quickly slapping your hand over your face and turning away from him.

when you saw him like this your cheeks reddeden even more but this time from the way he looks so cute in this moment. but as it was his power to interpret, nartuo came in looking for gaara. “GAARA THERE YOU ARE HERE COME DOWN- huh what are you guys doing here”

“nothing naruto, just getting to know one another since this is my first time meeting” you said back to him.” “oh okay!,” he gave his big smile “GAARA LET'S GO COME ON” he screamed even more, “very well, nice to meet you, hope we meet again.” he looked at you, seemingly not wanting to go. “yeah..same” both of you stand there before naruto starts yelling again.

a few days passed and you can't stop thinking about the feeling you got with gaara. then as it seems like luck was on your side you were given an assessment to go and give documents to the sand village. after three days of travel you arrived at the sand village. you were at the kazekage doors.

after you knock you hear his voice. “come in.” you opened the door and he looks at you with surprise. “ive came to drop off some reports from what..well you know happened.” you said a bit shyly.

“ah, yes t-thank you.” hes a bit red. “w-well ill be going now.” you said. “w-wait! well arent you tired? y-you should sleep before going,” gaara said without thinking.

not sure of what he was doing he continued on. “you can sleep within my residence, as a guest of the kazekage. rest for a while.” he was still timid but calmed down.

“you sure? i wouldn’t want to be bothersome.” everything seems like it’s coming to place. “you wouldn't, i can assure.” he replied.

“well i guess a quick power nap wouldn’t hurt,” you didn’t sleep that well and you could use a hot shower. “okay i’ll take you up on that offer.”

“good here, follow me.” he said. you two walked for a bit and got to the entrance of his home. then we walked over to a room.

it was nice and tidy. “take my room. my bed is more comfortable than the one in the guest bedroom.” don’t know why he brought you to his own room. but he felt so comfortable with you that he didn’t mind it.

“oh thank you so much.” you said in a genuine tone. “yes, no problem, have a nice nap.” he smiled at you then left to go back to his duties. once his presence left the room you quickly felt your heart racing. why was he making you feel this way? surely it can’t just be you feeling this away.

and you would come to the right conclusion because little to your knowledge he also felt his heart beating in a way he can’t explain.

you changed into some sleeping clothes you packed just in case. and slept for a while. but unfortunately the thing that woke you up was gaara coming into the room thinking you’ve already gone home. since it was only going to be a “quick nap”.

“forgive me i thought you would’ve gone home by now.” he said, very sorry for coming in while you slept. “huh?! NO DID I OVERSLEEP…” you shouted just a bit. “seems as though you did.” he said back. “awe man, wasted a whole day. i have to start leaving now.” you said while getting up from the bed and remaking it.

“i’m assuming you haven’t had dinner yet. it’s not good to go on an empty stomach.” gaara had a point there. “do you have anything in mind?” you said. “i can show you a good restaurant if you want,” he suggested. “i haven’t had dinner yet either”

“okay sure let me get ready and i’ll meet you outside” you replied and started to get dressed once he left. after being done you went down and met with him. and walked to the restaurant together. the two of you sat down and ordered.

“thank you so much for letting me sleep. saved me money and sleep deprivation!” he chuckled at the statement. “yes, no problem just wanting to return the favor to the leaf after coming to my aid” conversation was going smoothly. two of you ate and talked like you’ve grown together over the years.

then finally this moment came to a close and two of you stood outside the restaurant. smiles both placed on each other's faces. then when you started saying goodbye you said something.

“hey! gaara…don’t you feel like we’ve known each other for years. for some reason i’m so comfortable with you.” you said in a soft tone.

“well, yes i do feel like that. i thought i was simply imagining it.” he gave you a soft answer.

“my heart is telling me to keep seeing you or at least keep in touch…hope that doesn’t sound too crazy if you know what i mean.” you chuckled.

“no,not at all, i wouldn't mind. we can exchange letters until we meet again.”

“oh that 's so great! bye gaara!! you’ll get a letter from me once i arrive okay?!” you left giddy knowing that you took a risk and it paid off. faith is certainly doing its course.

over the past couple of months you and gaara exchanged letters. you would wait for his letter to come every time. of course many took notice now a certain type of bird will find you and hand you a letter. it would be rare that you two would meet but every time it was perfect.

“[name] spill we know you have a mystery man.” sakura said while ino stood next to her. “yeah we’ve been dying to know!!” ino went next.

cheeks red from the sudden accusation. you start to rebuttal them. “huh?! i don’t have a mystery man, what are you guys on about!” you wave your hand at them.

“lies! you receive letters from him and every time you read them your face smiles from ear to ear.” sakura shouting at you. this continues on for a bit after you reveal that it's been gaara you’ve been talking to. but nothing is going on.

“nothing going on my butt, you clearly have feelings for him!” ino said. “oh my it’s quite literally love at first sight!” sakura smiled. “sakura what are you on about?! It's nothing like that.” you defend yourself even though deep down you know it’s the truth.

“you can’t even hide it well. your eyes light up so much when you see his letter.” ino remarks. you don’t speak knowing it’s true. “you can’t even say anything because you know it’s true” sakura teased.

while you were enduring this torture, gaara seemily was also going through the same things.

“hey gaara i’ve been wondering who sends you so much letters.” kankuro said. “hey! i was just thinking the same thing!!” temari stated.

“oh, it’s nothing really. just a friend.” they both gave “ohhh”s. “who it’s it naruto? man is he surely consistent with them.” kankuro said. “well it’s a she so it’s not naruto” gaara corrected him. both of them were confused and shocked. “it's a girl?! who!?” temari interested in what her little brother is doing.

“she’s from the leaf. we met when they came to our rescue. for some reason we connected right away.” gaara said bluntly.

“are you serious? i wouldn’t take you for a person who would connect right away.” kankuro laughed. “well who is she? you haven’t answered that.” temari asked again.

“her name is [name].she wasn’t there when we took the chunin exams. so you didn’t get to meet her.” he answered. he gave a slight smile when talking about you.

“gaara do you like her as a friend or something more? you seem to light up as you talk above her.” temari teased him. “you should definitely ask her out if you do” kankuro joined in.

“it’s nothing like that.” gaara defended himself while a tint of pink appeared on his cheeks. this continued for a while seemingly with no end. but at the end of the day both of you came to the same conclusion. you both had a crush on each other.

when finally it came time for you two to see each other again. it was a bit awkward. “so gaara how have you been..?” you asked shyly while walking. “good, a bit tiring but nonetheless good.” he replied back.

“good, good, uhm gaara do you want to go somewhere? i know a really good place.” you said to him. “sure, lead the way.” he smiled at you.

while you led the way you too talked. with those quick silent moments where you two just look at each other with a deep understanding. just like falling in love.

“look gaara, how beautiful the view is!,” you said while looking over the beach as the sun goes down. and the waterfall falling into the water make a nice and calming sound that you can just fall asleep too.

“here!, come!! sit! look at this view gaara isn’t it great.” you said while being hypnotized by the view.

“yes. it is certainly beautiful.” gaara said but not looking at the view rather at you. the two of you sat there for a while listening to the waves and wind. you gave a sigh “gaara… i feel like i’ve known you for so long… i feel so safe around you.” you turned now looking into his eyes. drowning in them you lose yourself in them.

“i feel the same. not sure why but i want to stay close to you.” he turned red because he never felt so open like this before.

“me too…can i be honest gaara?,” he nodded so you continued. “i have feelings for you… when i first saw you i felt a sudden connection i know it sound silly-”

“it doesn’t. it’s not silly.” he interrupted you. “you sure?” you giggled. “i’m sure.” his smile was so bright.

“would you like to be with me?” he said. it was sudden even though you felt the same you were so shy to answer. “y-yes. i would!” you said while turned red. “good. thank you.” he pulled into a hug and kiss the top of your head.

after a couple of hours you two returned to his home. as it was closer. “so now that we are together…what do we do?” you asked.

“not sure what you mean.” he was confused. “i mean do you want to cuddle and sleep together?” you nervously laughed. “you can if you want.” he looked away with a slight blush. “you look cute, did i tell you that?” you giggled. he blushed even more.

you got ready for bed. his bed was large so certainly enough space for both of you two to have your own space. but you chose not too. embracing each other. and falling asleep as newley lovers. who seemingly fell in love at first sight.

did guys like it? i worked on it in class lol. i probably would make head canons for him or a part 2 if you guys want!!

[sweeneydino]

*BIG INHALE* Hi! I’ve been rotating the Spikeangelo au in my brain for a while, and things might get incomprehensible real quick. Not all questions, some just comments... 90% of this is just musing as the train of thought jumps rails and causes massive casualties; no need to answer all if you chose to answer any.

1. The fact that Master Splinter lets Titan live with them BEFORE he knows that he’s a version of Mikey, even after the attempted murder… man will look at a mutated turtle, ask, “Is anyone going to adopt that?” and not wait for an answer.

2. In Turtle Temper, Splinter says, “Spike, chew on your leaf if you are in the mood for a story”. Ronin has a choice here: pest Raph by eating, or troll Splinter by not. What choice would he make?

3. It seems like during the Slash and Destroy episode, Titan already had his outfit. If so… where did he get the clothes? The little turtles don’t really wear anything (and their clothes would be much smaller), so unless Splinter has a secret goth wardrobe, the only thing I can think of is that Raph is Very Optimistic about how tall he’s going to get, and has stockpiled clothes accordingly.

4. A while back you mentioned Titan “chewing [Shredder] out” after Shredder kills Splinter during the Triceraton invasion. The image you drew made it look like a tirade, but the first thing that came to mind for me was… more along the lines of using Shredder as a dog toy.

5. You said that after Slash and Destroy, Titan hides for a while out of shame. When does he rejoin the others? Before the invasion, *during* the invasion, after? Does he join the farmhouse arc, or does he do as canon Slash does and defend NYC while the rest of the turtles are gone?

Ah... there's a very long part six that's just about the ghosts... I don't think I'll be bothering you with that today.

When I see these types of asks, I can never control the squeal that comes out of my mouth. I love detailed analyses about my aus

:D

I also love completing things, so let's do them all!

1) Yep! Idk whats with the Splinters, but if it's turtle-shaped and needs a home, well say no more!

When Spike turned to Titan, Splinter already sensed something off with him, something more familiar than a family pet, but he would never figure out why until their lair is attacked by the kraang at the start of the invasion.

It's hard not to realize that your son's former pet knows moves (and shows a strange amount of wisdom) that you're 90% sure you never taught or shown to any of your sons.

2)

I think he's still upset about the pizza. Or Raph's anger.

3)Dumpster diving?

I'll be honest, I forgot to write it down... So we will stick to this simple solution for now🗿

4)

Okay, well... Shredder ALMOST became a dog toy. Let's just say that (this will totally not be a future comic)

5) He reunites with them after the newtralizer arc! After a little convincing ofc

When the invasion begins, he's with Splinter and Leatherhead, having defended their home and now searching for the turtles. They find Shredder after they exit the sewer, and Titan isn't too pleased to see the old bastard, attacking him in a rage once he hears about Leo's possible "demise."

Unfortunately, when he gains the upper hand, Titan is the one caught off guard and knocked into the machine, crushed by the pipes.

Before Shredder could really begin his usual evil monologue, he becomes distracted with Leatherhead, allowing Splinter to check on Titan and help him out of the pile of metal. Despite the likelihood of having a huge bruise on his ribs, he'd be fine. Even better if he could get rid of all their issues right there in front of him.

The one wrestling an alligator. And somehow winning.

And when he sees that devil in that all too familiar armor toss leatherhead into the pit, he's all too ready to kill him.

Yet he can't. Because He's not the only one wanting to prevent the past from happening again.

Splinter sends him away to find his sons, Titan's brothers - well, sorta - and even if he wants to bring Oroku Saki, the worse pain imaginable, he's more concerned if they are okay.

...

Okay, well, if the rest of them are okay

COUGH COUGH.

He'd find them, with him.

And uh. I think Leo's perfectly fine.

So when they decided to leave for April's farmhouse, he stayed in the city to search for Splinter and the other Mutanimals after leaving Leo with the others.

Maybe he sees himself as a burden.

Then the rest you make up on the way 👍 /j

This was very fun! Maybe I should just write paragraphs or smol little chapters with much more detail and flow🤔

Nah, I'll just draw.

Can't wait for the looooooooooonnngggg part six :D

[demiesworld]

Ma’am… imma need a mini series of karaku ruining y/n like he said he would..

【♛ demie: A MINI SERIES?! eres loca baby... well since you asked so nicely anon here you go babes~】

eating you out

pairings: karaku x fem!reader

synopsis: a continuation of my riding karaku's thigh fic. in this one karaku eats the reader's pussy (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

contents: nsfw, inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, corruption kink, dirty talking, praise kink, dry humping, just the usual filth

notes: reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns. karaku calls reader "kiddo" but it is a term of endearment and reader is of legal age.

part one here!

Ever since that night you had with Karaku, you were shy to be around his other counterparts. While they all kept asking you where you were, you just told them you went to the bath house with Karaku. You didn't elaborate any more of that. Urogi was the worst one of them all, he kept badgering you for more answers. It didn't stop until Sekido or Karaku himself defended you and got Urogi off of your back. Meanwhile, the quietest counterpart, Aizetsu just observed your odd behavior. You would be mortified if they were to ever find out about your intimacy you had with Karaku.

Though a good thing did come out from the night you shared. You confessed your feelings to Karaku and he reciprocated them. You went on nightly walks with Karaku, and talking to him about the things you enjoyed to do during the day time. A part of you was sad that he couldn't be out in the sunlight with you to participate in day activities. However, you didn't complain to him about it.

You were surprised to find a gift from Karaku laying on your bed for you one night when they were out on a mission. It was a maple leaf-shaped uchiwa that looked exactly like his. He was considerate. He must have noticed you getting hot during the summer weather and got this for you.

As you sat there on your futon, kneeling on the mattress you heard your door sliding open with a creak. You turn your head to the sound just to see Karaku standing there in the doorway. The corners of your lips rise to your cheeks and you gently set the uchiwa down to run into Karaku's arms.

Karaku let out a startled squawk when you embraced him. He looked down at you with a wide toothy smile as he caressed your head. "Hello to you too kiddo. Are you that happy to see me?" He asks with a playful tone to his voice.

You nod your head then lifted your head to look up at the taller demon, a warmth grew on your cheeks as you say, "I got your gift. The uchiwa, thank you for it Karaku."

He turns his face away from you, not wanting you to see him flustered. The demon places his hands on your shoulders and turns you towards your futon. "No need to thank me. I just saw you were sweating last night and thought you may need something." He guides you to sit on the mattress, crossing his legs and gesturing for you to sit in his lap.

You sat in it and you remember the night he spent with you at the bathhouse. The memories of what you did with him flooded your mind and you started getting warm in your face and other places. He must have sensed your change in emotion because he cupped your cheek in his hand and caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

"Is something wrong kiddo?"

A shake of the head is what you gave him and you shyly smile down at him. "Everything is fine, Karaku."

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. I can practically smell you."

You froze, you forgot that Karaku had a keen sense of smell due to him being a demon. He revealed that to you at the bath house that night when he said he could smell your virginity and your arousal. You tightly squeeze his broad shoulders with your small hands as you begin pushing away from him.

Karaku's arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he pulls you closer to him. You wriggle in his hold, dramatically trying to get away from him. Not that you were scared of Karaku, but you feared of what sort of sinful effects he can introduce to you.

The tanned demon's mouth went up to the juncture of your collarbone and neck and there he bit your flesh between his teeth. No blood was drawn, no skin was broken, but the pressure he gave was enough to have you jolt and freeze.

You whimpered, "Ka-Karaku..."

He releases the hold on your skin and looks up at you with half-lidded green eyes. "I thought I told you not to act so scared around me. I would never intentionally hurt you kiddo and you know this."

"Yes, I know Karaku but,"

"Then what is it that's making you push yourself away from me huh?" His hand lowers the collar of your kimono down your shoulder and licks his tongue at the exposed skin.

You stutter over your words, "I'm, I don't think I'm,"

"Speak up kiddo, use your big girl words and tell me what you want." He says before using his lips to suck blemishes onto your skin. His mouth sucking then swiping his moist tongue on it. The feeling of him showering your body with tender kisses made you melt and tremble in his arms.

A warmth floods your cheeks and you mutter, "I want you to make me feel good like last time, please Karaku." You squeeze your eyes shut tight and let out a whine when he stops kissing you.

Karaku hums and stares blankly at the mark he had created on your body. His thumb brushes over it, causing you to jerk and moan, and then he presses down firmly. The choked out gasp you let out causes the demon to smirk proudly. He responds to your revelation, "Trust me, I will make you feel good, but it won't be in the same way that we did it before kiddo."

A look of confusion crosses over your face and you gawk at Karaku for a moment. The demon doesn't say anything to explain what he meant. Rather he lies you on your back on the futon and climbs on top of you. His hands holding your wrists above your head and his legs nudging yours apart. The position he had you in was quite intimate. The sides of your kimono was spread open and showed that you wore nothing to cover your pussy.

"Ka-Karaku what are we doing?" You ask in a shaky tone. You were excited to do something new with him, while at the same time scared over what it could be.

He kisses the underside of your jaw gently then answers, "We're going to try something new. Something that I know you will enjoy a lot."

You don't react when he unties the ribbon on your kimono and opens it up to show your naked body. You don't even fight with Karaku as he creates a trail. Starting from your neck, down to your collar bone, kissing the valley between your breasts. His lips make a detour to your nipples where he takes one of them into his tepid mouth. A surprised gasp emits from you and you moan as he sucks on your nipple. The scent of your arousal spikes, increasing in its intensity into the room and Karaku tries to keep himself from ravaging you like an animal.

After he's sucked both nipples till they are hardened and covered in his spit the demon continues his trail. His hands let go of your wrists and once he does you thread your fingers through his thick hair. A moan leaves from your mouth when he kisses the pubic bone of your mound. Though you gain clarity of where he's heading and your fingers pull at his hair, directing him away from there.

"No, not there Karaku, that's not where your mouth should be!"

He grunts, "Relax kiddo, it's okay."

You shake your head, "No it's not. That place it's... it's dirty."

"Are you telling me that you don't clean down there?"

"No! I do clean down there, but I've never had someone's mouth down there before! It's a little embarrassing..."

"Y/N," the sound of your name got your attention. Karaku only used your name when he needed for you to listen to him. "I wouldn't be doing this if I found this to be dirty. I told you that I want to be the only one to show you these things. That I want to be only one for you to experience them with. Did I not say that?"

You whine, and your grip on his hair loosens, "You did..."

He maintained, "Then let me do this, my little human. Let your demon show you just how much," his lips kiss on the hood of your clit, "He worships you."

His green eyes flicker up to yours as he lowers his head down in between your thighs. Karaku kisses your inner thigh on the left then repeats the action on the right. His tongue slithers to your outer lips where he licks at them. His hands spread your legs wider, exposing your blossoming petals and leaking cunt. You watch with dazed eyes as he sticks out his tattooed kanji tongue and licks your clit with a flick. The action compelled a moan out of you and brought a wicked smile to Karaku's lips. He kisses your clit gently, before sucking it in his mouth and twirling his tongue against it.

You can't explain how you felt when he had his mouth sucking on your clit like a straw. Though you expressed how good it felt by moaning and helping Karaku through holding underneath your knees to keep your legs spread. Could this be what he meant by exploring your deepest and darkest desires? No this couldn't be this. This was just the tip of the iceberg it seemed. While you were a virgin and inexperienced in the language of sex, however Karaku was well versed in it. You speculated since he was a demon and had decades of experiencing relations with other people.

Just then his tongue flattened against your clit then swiped up. You gasp and suppress a moan of his name.

"You're doing so well my little human. Looking at you holding your legs open for me, you know how to follow directions without being told." Karaku says before he adds, "I'm pleased to know that."

A wet smacking sound and the feeling of your pussy lips being tugged made you squeal. Karaku releases them with a lewd "pop" then tugs on them again with his lips. After releasing your lips once more, the demon uses his thumb to lift the hood of your clit as he rapidly flicks his tongue at the nub.

Your thighs quiver from him lapping at your clit like a kitten and you could feel something wet drip down your pussy. Your mouth tries to suppress another moan, however Karaku was not having none of that. His finger slid in between your lips and stroked them up and down till he inserted it. Your warmth swaddled his digit as he worked his finger inside of you. The demon pushed himself to sit on his knees before you on the futon and he looked at you with narrowed dark eyes.

"Let me hear those sounds Y/N. Don't be so shy around me." He says as he twists his finger and hears a squelching sound emit from your pussy. A sigh comes from him, "Come on kiddo,"

You shake your head and whisper to him shakily, "I-I don't want to. I don't want to be too loud, w-what if the others m-might h-hear? Hm!" Your voice was losing it's steadiness once Karaku added another finger and started quickening up his speed. "Ugh! Oh my G-God..."

He scoffs, "Who cares if they hear you? I don't care about that. I want to be able to hear how good I'm making you feel kiddo. So let out those moans, be loud, and tell me what you want."

Your body squirmed on the bed as he plunged his fingers deeper into your cavern. There was a poke at some sort of thing inside that caused you to let out a loud moan. Your hips were unconsciously moving on their own to chase the feeling again. They rocked back and forth on Karaku's fingers drenching them in your juices. You look down at his fingers appearing and disappearing into your heat the sight of it made you flush and whimper.

Your eyes slowly look up from his hand, to his toned abdomen, and then at his chiseled face. Just then you cupped his cheeks into your hand and brought his face to yours. You kissed him passionately, sliding in your tongue into his mouth, and sucking on his lips. The kiss was short but intense enough to have you both gasping for air.

"I want y-your mouth d-down there again... ahh... m-make me feel something special Karaku. I-I want to feel good, please." You murmur against his lips.

The demon brings you in for lasting, mind-numbing kiss, before he pulls away and lowers his head down to your pussy. Karaku kisses your clit with a wet smack before his tattooed tongue dives into your heat. He moans onto your pussy, excited from how you taste and drinks up your essence. He wiggles his tongue inside of you and then sucks on your lips.

Your lips twitch into a content lazy grin and you run your fingers through his hair. You moan out, "Karaku that feels so nice... hm... ah!" You jolt up when he began quick onslaughts of his tongue. "O-Ohh! Oh! Karaku! F-Fuck!" Immediately after you swore you cover your mouth with your hand and whimpered behind it.

The demon pulls his mouth away, your cream moistening his lips and chin. He swipes his tongue on his lips before saying, "It's okay to swear, princess, that's not a bad thing." He kisses your inner thigh and laps at your entrance. "That just means I'm doing something right."

He had a point but you were supposed to be a lady. Ladies didn't swore, and they for sure wouldn't let a demon devour their pussy like it was their last meal. Though... you were liking it. You liked the feeling of a fanged demon's mouth slurping your pussy. You were trembling with pleasure from how he fingered you earlier. So for you to still think of yourself as being a lady was done with. It was over as soon as Karaku vowed to take away your innocence some moons ago.

You felt the courage to voice out your wants, after deliberating and taking some time you speak, "Your tongue feels so nice in my pussy Karaku, please fuck me with it."

The demon grins against your pussy and wastes no time in burrowing his tongue into your heat again. He watches you in admiration, his cheeks flushed, while eating you out. Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth parted in an "o" shape, and your eyes clouded by the sheer curtain of lust. You looked so pretty, so fucked out when he hasn't gotten to get his own fill of you. Soon he will, just not now. Right now Karaku wanted for you to cum on his tongue. Paint his face in your sweet delectable juices.

"Hm, what a nice little whore you are. Asking me to fuck you with my tongue so politely. You haven't lost your manners yet, kiddo?" He said.

Your pussy clenched around his tongue when he called you a whore. You didn't know why the derogatory word made you do that, but you wanted for him to call you that again. Your fingers thread through his black hair, pulling his mouth closer to your gushing cunt. "C-Call me that again," You beg. "Say it again,"

You felt the warmth leave from your pussy only to be filled by his fingers. You didn't know how many of them were stuffed in, although you had a guess it was more than two. His digits thrusted inside of your wet mound without relenting.

Suddenly you feel his mouth hovering next to your ear. Karaku sighs, "You want for me to call you a whore again? Is that what you want?" Your pussy tightens around his fingers and he chuckles, "Look at that, I just unlocked a new kink out of you." He sucks on your earlobe then says, "Your pussy is just swallowing my fingers, Y/N."

He pulls them out and a squelching sound follows. "See?" His fingers are drenched in your essence, trickling down his long thick fingers in ropes. He slightly separated them just for you to see the thin lines that connected each finger. What surprised you was when the demon stuck them into his mouth and sucked them clean off. Karaku sheathes his fingers back inside of you pushing them in so deep you could feel the tips of them prodding at something. When he jerks them forward, you toss your head back and grip onto the sides of his arms.

"Ah! Ah! Fuck Karaku! Karaku, w-what was that?" You ask him, but he keeps jabbing his fingers right into the spot that was driving you crazy. You bury your nails into his thick skin, your hips following his fingers and mouth letting out incoherent pleas for him to slow down. "Ka-Karaku, Karaku! You're going to make something pop!"

He doesn't stop, instead he continues driving his fingers right into the tender spot. "When I get to have you kiddo, this," He stopped moving his fingers and presses them into your sensitive muscle. "Is where I will be having you cum."

You whine and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he return back to fucking you with his fingers. Each time he touched that sensitive nerve it would force a moan out of you. The blankets underneath you were practically soaked and smelt of just your arousal. Karaku, a demon, had turned you into a mess.

From this much stimulation, you could feel something tight twisting in your lower stomach. As you recalled it was your body approaching its climax. However this one felt like it was going to be ten times stronger than when you rode Karaku's thigh. This time you had fingers filling you up to the knuckles.

You were rambling, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, oh my god," You were getting close to it. "I think I'm going to cum Karaku, Karaku, sl-slow down! I'm going to cum!" Your thighs were trembling and you weren't prepared for your surroundings to turn into white noise as you came around his fingers. Your body tensed up, back arching and a shrill, "Karaku!" escaping your mouth.

The pleasure demon licks his lips as you cum. He teasingly prods against your cervix again and is surprised when a trickle of it leaks out of you. He gently pushes you down to lie on your back and sets himself in between your legs. You were disoriented, mind gone numb from the intense orgasm you just had. However when you felt something hard poking at your pussy your hands grab for his shoulders.

"H-Huh? What?" You utter confusedly and look down at the prominent bulge underneath his hakamas. Your pussy was fluttering, silently pleading for Karaku's cock to enter you.

Karaku knew he could have had you right then and there. Though he didn't take the chance. He suppressed his want to fuck you, over respecting your boundaries and wanting to actually have sex with you at a time when you're ready.

Which is why he just grabbed your legs, and began rubbing himself on your folds. You laid there on the futon while moaning at each thrust he did. Your eyes looked up into his own, "W-Why are you, hm, doing this Karaku?"

"I need to feel something too kiddo. Shit, you don't know... you don't understand how badly I want to fuck you with my cock right now." He growls and speeds up his strokes.

You urged, "Then do it."

"N-No, I'm not going to fucking do that- oh fuck!" He bites down on his bottom lip causing some blood to drip from the corner. "No kiddo, I'm not going to fuck you just because you want to please me. We're going to do it when you come to me." His breathing gets heavy as he says, "When that happens, then, I'm going to fuck you. I will fuck you so good, this pussy won't ever forget the shape of my cock."

Your hand went down in between your thighs to rub on your clit in tight circles. You shudder and whisper, "Keep talking, tell me w-what you want to do t-to me."

He lets out a dry chuckle and comments, "I want to ruin you for the next man. Make sure that no one gets to have you my little human. I'm going to turn you into a demon's cock sleeve. Is that what you want to be?"

You nod your head eagerly and quicken your pace on your clit. "Hm! Mhm! Yes! L-Let me be your cock sleeve, Karaku!" Your toes were curling and that familiar pressure arose. "Oh no, I'm going to cum again!"

"You're going to cum?" Karaku asked then lets go of your legs to cup your cheek in the palm of his hand. "Then do it whore, fuck, I'm about to cum too."

He slams his lips into yours, kissing you roughly while your your lips rolling over each other. Your body trembles underneath him, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes while you whine and cum onto his pants. Your slick drenched his hakamas in your essence. Karaku groans as he releases his cum inside of his pants. He pulls his mouth away from your lips to pant for air.

As the two of you lie on the futon, just basking in each other's presence, your mind drifts off to when you could have sex with Karaku. Which position would he take you in first? Which position would he finish in? Will he devour your pussy again? Your face heats up thinking of the obscene scenarios in your head.

"Whatever you're thinking, get it out of your mind before I end up making it come true."

You flinch and began to cover yourself with your kimono, "I-I'm not thinking of anything bad!"

Karaku smirks, and nods his head, "Uh-huh, sure you're not. I told you I can smell when your pussy is wet." The demon lifts himself up and stands to his feet. The obvious stain of your cum mixed with his on his pants was noticeable. "Naughty kiddo, just naughty."

"I'm not naughty!"

"Would you like for us to do a rewind?"

You turn your face away from Karaku, feeling embarrassed by his suggestion. He barks out a laugh and grabs you by your hands. "I'm kidding my little human." He stands you on your feet, but your knees buckle and you almost fell to the ground had he not caught you. "Woah, be careful there, kiddo. Don't forget you came twice from me."

You squeal and hit the laughing demon with your hand, connecting with his shoulder. "Shut up and help me to the bath house!"

"Sure thing princess- hey watch the horns!"

notes: im so fucking happy to be finished with this request. i aint gon lie i was speeding through this to get it done. i hope you enjoy babes! p.s. since this will be a mini series, the third and final installment will be posted later. i.e. karaku fucking the humanity out of reader.

[matthewswifeyx]

One look <3

Warnings?-Fluff

I was sitting on a bench in my local park reading 'All the Bright Places', it had been my favourite book and movie ever since I can remember. It was a cold November day, there were puddles of water and wet leaves surrounding the park. There would be sneaky chilly breezes that creep up on me and bring goosebumps to my body.

I had been re-reading this book for around 5 years. And I can never grow bored of it. My eyes were glued to the pages and I didn't even realise that my purse had fallen onto the floor, barely missing a puddle by my feet. I only found out it had fallen because of a man that picked it up for me. My eyes were released from the pages and I looked up to thank this man.

"There you go." He placed the purse back onto the bench beside me. He had a really cute and reassuring smile. His hair fell perfectly above his eyes and was a chestnut brown colour. His eyes were a piercing blue colour, I could drown myself in them for hours. "Cat got your tongue?" He interrupted my thoughts.

"Uhh-..no.-Thank you." I give him a quick friendly smile.

"No problem." He laughs at my hesitant response. "See you around." He says quickly and starts walking again.

In my dreams would I only see him again. I sigh to myself and get back to my book.

But I couldn't. My mind was racing with thoughts and scenarios of who this 'purse man' was. He had been the most attractive guy I have seen in a while. God, why did I have to sound to stupid?

While I am getting so frustrated with myself I spot him again. Is he doing laps or something? My eyes catch his gaze, he smiles at me and walks over to the bench.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

"Not at all." I must be dreaming.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, he is breathing softly. I can hear him.

"It's chilly today."

"Uhh,..yeah." I answer. Oh my god, why do I have to talk like this? "Are you doing laps or something?"

"Yeah, sometimes I do. I love this park. It is a good place for me to clear my head." I nod in agreement. "I see you here all the time always reading that book. Are you a slow reader of something?"

I laugh quietly. "No, I love this book. I re-read it way to much. But i can't get enough of it."

"Alright." We go back to silence. I place my book closed and to the other side of me. "A good book to read is 'Perks of being a Wallflower'. It's my favourite."

"I beat you to it. I have already read it. It's settling in my top ten though. I love it."

"Yeah, i don't read much. But when i do I really enjoy it." I nod again at his comment. Then we went back to a more comfortable silence this time.

I look up at the trees creating an arch for the paths and how the leafs decorate them perfectly. The boy turns to me and I turn to him as well.

"Hey-uhm. I didn't come over to talk about books. I-uhh just wanted to say that you are-like, really pretty. Not pretty-but beautiful, even. And I was wondering if-like, I could get your number?"

I blushed at his kind words. "Yeah sure. I'm flattered."

"Seriously though, you're-like the most gorgeous person i have ever laid eyes on."

I blush even harder this time. "Oh stop it-" I pause and have a think. "I don't even know your name!" We both laugh at how we forgot to introduce ourselves.

"Oh shit, right. I'm Matt." I nod.

"I'm Y/N." Matt smiles.

I give him my number and he continues on with his walk. Who knew that one look at him would give him the courage to talk to me.

Banner credits to @bernardsbendystraws <3

hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this fanfic! If you have any request/suggestions please do not hesitate to send me a message and i will try and get back to you asap! <3

[socialfakes]

not very fond- quinn hughes

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yourinstagram | my 3 favorite people 😁 oh, and quinn of course 😂 look how tiny luke was back then ❤️ jackhughes lhughes_06 _quinnhughes

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jackhughes you may be the biggest quinn hughes hater 😂  | yourinstagram and proud of it 😁  | trevorzegras she really is though 😂

lhughes_06 i love you 😁  | yourinstagram love you too ❤️

user01 fully convinced her ‘hatred’ for quinn just means she’s sleeping with him 😏  | yourinstagram 🤮  | _quinnhughes she wishes 😂  | yourinstagram 🖕🏻

_quinnhughes they are pretty great people 😀

elblue6 the 4 most important men in my life  | yourinstagram ❤️

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yourinstagram | baby brother. so proud ❤️😊edwards.73

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edwards.73 love you with all my heart ❤️  | yourinstagram 😊

lhughes_06 the edwards siblings > every other set of siblings ever 😄  | yourinstagram the hughes siblings (minus quinn) are pretty great too 😃  | lhughes_06 true enough 😂

user02 he is so freaking cute ☺️

user03 one of the greatest 🎉

_quinnhughes incredibly underrated player 😃  | edwards.73 awe thanks quinn 😁

user04 I am in love with your brother 😍

user05 my husband ❤️  | yourinstagram guess that means you’re my sister-in-law 😄  | user05 oh yes! I totally forgot about that 😯 hi 🙂

user06 😍😍

trevorzegras 👌🏻👌🏻

colecaufield buddy! 😁

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yourinstagram | my best friends glow up is very evident 😍 lhughes_06 jackhughes _quinnhughes

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user07 luke looks so good in the 2nd picture 😍  | yourinstagram 100% agree 😌

user08 luke’s the best friend right? 😂  | yourinstagram luke and jack 😁  | user08 not quinn? 😂  | yourinstagram 🤮

jackhughes excuse you but I didn’t have a glow up 😂  | yourinstagram tf you mean???  | jackhughes I have always been cute. therefore, a ‘glow up’ is not required 😉

elblue6 my boys ❤️🥰  | yourinstagram ❤️❤️❤️

user09 fully ship y/n and jack 🤷🏻‍♀️  | yourinstagram 🤫🤐  | jackhughes 🤫🤐  | user09 WAIT WHAT?!?! 🤯

_quinnhughes I used to be so much taller 😂  | yourinstagram now you’re short 😂😂  | _quinnhughes you’re shorter 🖕🏻🖕🏻  | yourinstagram because I’m a girl. what’s your excuse?🤔  | jackhughes I love when you guys bicker 😄🍿

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yourinstagram | openly judging people since october 14 1998 😂  _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes 🖕🏻  | yourinstagram glad to see you’re still going strong 😉

jackhughes to be fair, the conversation that occurred before it was taken was going to get judged either way 😂  | yourinstagram 😂

user01 little quinn was the cutest ☺️  | _quinnhughes what do you mean ‘was’?

trevorzegras why would he wear a maple leafs hat? he’s the one who deserves to get judged 😂  | yourinstagram this is why you’re my favorite 😄

user06 loving quinn in every era 😄❤️

user03 maturing is realizing quinn is the best looking hughes brother 😁  | yourinstagram absolutely not. gonna stop you right there 😂🙅🏻‍♀️  | _quinnhughes 😁

elblue6 I think it’s cute how much you guys love teasing each other 😄  | yourinstagram with all due respect, no. nothing about him is cute 🙅🏻‍♀️  | _quinnhughes you’re just jealous obvi 😂  | yourinstagram 🖕🏻

user10 such a cutie ☺️

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elblue6 | please take me back ❤️☀️

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yourinstagram yes. take us back so I can go back and actual succeed in pushing quinn into the lake 😂  | jackhughes he only annoyed you this summer because he had a crush on you 😉  | yourinstagram HE WHAT?!?!?  | _quinnhughes do not listen to him. he’s the one who had a crush 😂  | lhughes_06 you both did 😒  | edwards.73 y/n you act like you didn’t have a crush on one of them at this point in life 😂

user10 was not aware that quinn could actually smile 😯😁  | _quinnhughes I smile a lot off camera and I don’t know why 🤷🏻‍♂️

trevorzegras summers at the lake house are incredible. can’t wait to go back this year 😄

canucks our captain looks like he’s plotting something sinister 😁  | _quinnhughes because I was planning to push y/n in the lake. I succeeded by the way 😏  | yourinstagram 🖕🏻🖕🏻

jackhughes ❤️

lhughes_06 one of my favorite photos 😄

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yourinstagram | in order from left to right: dork, cute, sweet ❤️ _quinnhughes jackhughes lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 😁  | yourinstagram ❤️

jackhughes glad to know you thought I was cute 😉❤️  | yourinstagram I love you 💕  | jackhughes ❤️

edwards.73 best friends 😄  | lhughes_06 😁

elblue6 probably shouldn’t have had them dressed in polo shirts and khaki shorts 😂  | yourinstagram they loved it ❤️

user04 cuties 😄

user07 y/n & jack confirmed?!?  | jackhughes confirmed what?  | yourinstagram sorry sweetie but nothing is confirmed, nor will it ever be 🤷🏻‍♀️

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yourinstagram | received this snap from jack last night with the caption ‘luke was missing his best friend and wanted to let her know he was doing good and being taken care of. miss you as well’ who knew my boys were such softies 😁 jackhughes lhughes_06 _quinnhughes

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_quinnhughes they miss you so much, it’s ridiculous 😂  | yourinstagram I know you miss me too, quinn 😉  | _quinnhughes in your dreams

jackhughes really missing you 🥺  | yourinstagram missing you big time 🥺 luckily it’s only for 2 more days 😁  | jackhughes thank god 😄

lhughes_06 I miss you more than jack does 😔  | yourinstagram awe lukey 🥰  | jackhughes I still miss her a lot  | trevorzegras I think we all know who misses her the most 😂

user09 why does quinn look so much happier than jack in this picture, if he’s not the one who misses y/n? 🧐  | yourinstagram he misses me, he just doesn’t want to admit it 😏  | jackhughes it’s because I had just finished chewing my food 😄  | _quinnhughes I do not miss y/n at all. Why does everyone keep saying that? 😒

user09 I am still fully convinced that y/n and jack are dating but are failing at hiding it 😏  | yourinstagram 🤷🏻‍♀️😏  | jackhughes 🤫🤐  | user09 stop doing that 😅 you can’t just leave comments like that and then just leave the conversation

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yourinstagram | congrats on getting drafted to the devils, luke. now we have a common enemy 😁🥳 lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 couldn’t have done it without your solid & constant support. i love you endlessly ❤️  | yourinstagram you did it because you’re talented. i had nothing to do with it 😊 i love you too 💕

edwards.73 congrats buddy. looking forward to eventually playing with or against you in the future 🙂  | lhughes_06 thanks man. can't wait 😄  | yourinstagram ❤️

jackhughes welcome to the team, bro. looking forward to being your teammate 🙂

_quinnhughes you may be an opponent but you’re going to be a difficult one to beat. that's for sure 😄  | yourinstagram 😁

user08 congrats luke

user07 by any chance, is this common enemy quinn? 🧐  | yourinstagram of course 😉  | jackhughes if you hate quinn as much as you claim, then why did you hug him instead of me when we heard the news? 🤔  | _quinnhughes because you hugged mom 😂  | jackhughes mhm. i am sure that’s the reason 😏

elblue6 so proud of my baby ❤️  | elblue6 and all of my boys, of course 😃  | yourinstagram me too 😁❤️

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yourinstagram | can you stop being so good with kids? i'm supposed to be mad at you, not falling in love with you 😒❤️

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user08 jack? 🧐  | yourinstagram no 😂  | user08 quinn? 😏  | yourinstagram 🤮 no  | user08 luke? 🤔  | yourinstagram no 😂  | user08 trevor?  | yourinstagram no  | trevorzegras yes

jackhughes he really is good with them 😏

trevorzegras sorry sweetheart. i really can’t help it 😏  | yourinstagram 😏

user02 this is so cute 😍 who is it?  | trevorzegras me 😃  | yourinstagram think again trev 😂

lhughes_06 this may not be very new but it still blows my mind. never thought it would happen 😄  | yourinstagram nothing has happened 😂  | lhughes_06 maybe not but it’s definitely heading that way 👀

user09 i think I know who this is  | user08 who?  | yourinstagram enlighten us 😃

elblue6 so happy for you dear ❤️

trevorzegras i have been instructed to inform everyone that my comments earlier were a joke. y/n and i are not dating, nor will we ever be. not that there was a lack of trying on my part. it's just that her heart belongs to someone else and regardless of whether or not it’s an official thing, i am incredibly happy for her 😁

[copaline]

IT'S WIP WEDNESDAY! You all thought I forgot!

I got tagged by @man--eater even though my writing doesn't even go to the Hazbin fandom!

Anyway! As you may or may not know, @punedrr and @mask-knife-is-scarecrows-girl straight up failed as my impulse control and I started a little one-shot spinoff of Horror Vacui called The Dealer and the Oracle!

It's a fix it fic that answers the question "what if someone had rescued a young 1982 Model Ford as he was being tortured by Bill"! Anyway the fic is 75% done but here's a little snippet of the upcoming Chapter 3:

Ford had fainted in Leaf’s arms and hadn’t stirred since. After weeks of sleep deprivation and exhaustion his body had essentially shut down to recover. No amount of noise or motion could break the spell. He stood amidst the wreckage that was his mindscape and walked through aimlessly. For the most part, his mind was quiet, like the bones of a forest after a massive wildfire. There were still corners that remained intact and stood out juxtaposed against the cinders. Most of what he encountered were echoes of a softer, more naive time.  A chess piece here. A tattered book there. The fragment of a half-forgotten equation. And then there were the darker portions of his mind. These were the places where He had lurked, entire portions of Ford’s mind that had been forcefully torn open and defiled. Everything in him screamed to stay away from those shadows but some masochistic portion of himself spurred him on to face the mutilated remains of his psyche. Yet when he found them, he was surprised to see coils of violet, silver, and gold had stitched the wounds closed. Something or someone had carefully found all of his pieces and repaired the damage. He stared at each intricate swirl feeling as though he had seen this pattern before. He brushed a hand over what should have been a particularly nasty gash, and the patchwork shimmered with a violet light. Something gentle and intangible settled around him as a constellation sparkled above. As his thoughts settled, he recognized her familiar presence. It was the same creature who had dragged Bill away from him and chased him off. The same being who had held him when he found himself unable to hold it together. Hello Ford. “It’s you again.” Are you having a bad dream? “I’m not sure. I’m still processing everything that’s happened.” That is understandable. You have been through a lot. The scenery changed and Ford found himself on a beach filled with smooth pebbles. Cypress trees grew up the slopes of the seaside hills, sea lions basked on boulders just off the shore amidst a sapphire blue ocean. “What is this place?” A pleasant site on planet Sol 3. Locals call it a beach. You may be familiar with it. He smiled at the snarky answer but something kept him from fully embracing her attempt at levity. Bill’s specter still cast a shadow over his mind. Having already been once, he wasn’t exactly eager to make the same mistake again. No matter what this creature had done for him, he couldn’t allow himself to trust so easily.

Tagging @spoopyghostgirl and @i-prefer-base-twelve because I must read your things!

[lost-walmartbag]

Warning: Swearing

Background: You finally talk

Status: Ongoing

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Peace by your side: Chapter three

"We have to talk," Kyle said as he took long strides to catch up to me as I walked toward the front gates of the school. It didn't take him long to catch up. Curse those stupid long legs.

"I don't have the English homework," I mutter keeping my eyes ahead of me. Come on Kyle, I know you're smart take the hint!

"You know that's not what this is about." He said, clearly not taking said hint.

Maybe I can start running? No, he'd catch up. What if I trip him? No that's mean. Well.....so is ignoring him but this is necessary.

I try walking faster but five long fingers wrap around my upper arm to stop me. I shut my eyes tightly hoping to disappear into thin air. I think my heart is pounding but all I can feel is fire where he's touching me right now.

Big, long, skinny fingers that I can feel even through the fabric of my sleeves. It's so hot, too hot, but that doesn't stop a shiver from going up my spine. He shouldn't be making me feel like this. But I can't tell him to let go. My brain was screaming for me to tell him that this was way too much but I couldn't.

I never thought I would feel this again. Feel his touch; I almost forgot what it felt like and now I'm terrified to go back to not feeling it. I let out a shaky breath trying my best to compose myself before I could speak but he beat me to it.

"Y/N. I want to talk. I know it's been forever and I'm sorry." He said, almost pleading with me.

"K-kyle..." I said, my voice doing that weird crack it did when I would speak in front of the class.

"Just hear me out ok? Can we...go to the park? Right now? Get some privacy?" He asked softly. His voice made him sound so small, he was fragile. I made him that way.

I open my eyes and look up at him. His curls were falling around his face, shining like honey in the sun. He was biting his lip nervously like he did when we were kids and his eyes...God, his eyes. They were this deep shade of green that I didn't even know existed. But it was the look in them that sucked all the air out of my lungs.

He looked tired. Exhausted really. Like he hadn't slept in days. Not there were bags under his eyes or anything else on his face that would lead one to that conclusion. It was all in whatever was hidden in that deep green and I was the only person on Earth close enough to see it now.

I felt myself nod before I knew my brain even told it to. I heard him let out a shaky breath he must have been holding in while waiting for my answer. HIs eyes softened and he finally pulled his hand back. I felt myself shiver again because I've never felt more cold without his touch.

We stared at each other for a long minute almost begging the other one to break the eye contact. Finally, I did. I lowered my head and began walking towards the park. He heard him mutter something under his breath but I couldn't make it out.

We walked in silence as we made our way to the park. The sound of our footsteps crunching against the leaves on the sidewalk made it more bearable. I used to love that sound as a kid.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

It's like he was doing it on purpose. I was definitely stepping on way fewer leaves than he was. I looked down at his feet and sure enough, it was like he was trying to step on as many as he could.

"You like the sound right? You did when we were kids." He said softly. "Sorry... I'll stop."

He remembered all that? I felt a smile spread across my face, far bigger than the sentence deserved. I looked up to meet his eyes and he spotted my smile immediately. A smile of his own spread across his lips.

"You remember that?" I whispered.

"Of course." He said a snort. "You used to have this toy leaf that would sound like crunching leaves when you would squeeze it."

"You used to hate it," I said with a chuckle.

"No. I used to hate when we would fall asleep and you would roll over it every five seconds." He was right. When we would have our sleepovers we slept in the same bed, but I couldn't sleep without that stupid leaf.

"Our sleepovers would have been better without it."

"It wasn't horrible, and you wouldn't have been able to sleep without it." He said with a smile. "I liked knowing you felt safe or whatever.."

I always felt safe being with Kyle. It wasn't the leaf that did it.

"Yeah I guess.." I mutter, looking down at my feet as we walked.

Kyle let out a sigh and I heard him run a hand through his hair. "What are we doing Y/N?"

My body tensed up and I looked for anything for anything to change the topic. "The ducks are back," I said with a shaky voice.

"Y/N, come on." He said softly, putting his hand on my arm. "What are we doing? You've been basically ignoring me for years. We were best friends I can't just act like you don't exist."

"We've. We've been ignoring each other. Don't put this only on me." My voice cracked as I held back as many stupid emotions as I could.

"I've never ignored you." He said softly.

I snap my head up and look at him. His eyes were already on me and I feel like he was looking into my very being. Never ignored me? Are you kidding me? It can't be my fault this happened.

"You never ignored me? We haven't spoken in years! Are you saying it's all my fault?" I'm yelling. I know he hates that but why would he say that? How could he blame me?

"Y/N I'm not blaming you but I just-"

"No. I tried. I would have been fine talking to you after everything happened but you didn't want to!"

I could tell he was frustrated but I didn't care. My fault my fault my fault. That's what he's telling me that's what he thinks of me. He thinks I'm th-

He released a frustrated groan and I felt his hand under my chin and his body so close to mine I was burning up. I looked up at him and his lips were pressed into a line as he studied my face.

Too close. So close

"I may have fucked up letting you act like this for as long as you have but I have never once ignored you." He said, his lips turning downward and his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "I could never do that. Not to you."

A/N: I know. I know. I disappeared. I'm sorry. Seasonal depression is no joke. But I'm kinda back. I wanna keep writing and you guys have been sending in some amazing requests that really make me want to write more than ever. I really hope you guys had a great holiday and a great new year. Wishing you all the love of 2024 and hope my stories are a part of it. Love you all and thank you for reading my stories from 2023 to now 💚💚💚💚💚💚

Taglist: @southparkynnn @stephs-inluv @weird0o0 @jessiegerl @ringa-starr @bakusquadobsessed

[backseatsoldier]

Santa, Honey

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Original Character (Holly) CW: I've decided that "Graves" and "Phil" are two different personalities - not that Phillip Graves has DID, but that he has a facade for Shadow Company and it's very different compared to him back home... think of it as his version/his job field's version of a "customer service persona"; Santa found his Mrs. Claus?; suggestive content (we get a bit feral here, my b-) Author's Note: Happy holidays to my boyfriend! Graves was his special request when I told him I was doing these lol You say you're straight, bb, but the way you talk about some actors and fictional men makes me question that (affectionate). I love you and thank you for pretending to be Graves for me for a few minutes so I could get the beginning of this in my head lol <3 Also, this is apparently the debut for my new OC x'D

Today is the day! Shadow Company's mandatory participation Christmas Charity Event. Each year, Commander Graves handpicks a Santa and multiple elves to pass out gifts to the less fortunate children of San Antonio, Texas. It's always hosted at Rolling Oaks Mall, too.

"Commander Graves, sir...?" a hesitant voice calls from behind him.

"Yes?" Phil draws out the word with a charming smile. "How can I help you?" he asks as he turns.

Which Shadow is this? Toni? Tammi? Eh, oh well. She's shaking like a leaf-

"Um... Donny can't... be Santa... sir."

Oh. Oh.

Rage boils in Graves's blood and he takes a few long and deep breaths. He rolls his shoulders and runs his hand down his face.

"I'm going to do something. No one, not a single Shadow, will speak about this. Ever. If I catch even a whisper of it, I'll do you all worse than I did Vasqueros."

The Shadow nods quickly, clearly terrified.

"Now, quietly, go get me the Santa suit," Graves instructs.

Without another word, the Shadow is darting off to retrieve the Santa suit. Once they're out of sight and Graves is alone again, a smirk grows on his face.

"About time I got to wear the suit," he chuckles quietly.

Besides Donny being so hungover he can't open his eyes without rushing to the nearest toilet or garbage can, the charity event is going well! Lots of presents "delivered" to children and-

"Santa, baby, slip a sable under the tree... for me."

Phil immediately whips around to look for the source of that gorgeous voice. It doesn't take him long to find her. He knew there would be people performing on the small stage nearby all day. What he didn't expect was to hear and see the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Her voice is smooth and a bit sultry, eyes a clear blue like ice, hair down and the deepest true-black Phil has ever seen as a hair color. Don't even get him started on her dress, my God-

She must have felt his eyes on her because suddenly, as she sang the line about "all the fellas she hasn't kissed", her eyes were locked on his. He's more than willing to check off her Christmas list. He would most difinitely trim her Christmas tree, too, just-

"Santa?" on of the Shadows elves whispers to him. "Santa, there's more kids waiting."

Phil clears his throat and turns back to the children with a Santa laugh.

"Well, I'm sorry, kiddos! Santa got a bit distracted," he says in his Santa voice.

"Is the Christmas Angel actually Mrs. Claus?" one of the younger children demands.

"Santa, baby, forgot to mention one little thing - a ring," the Christmas Angel - genuinely, according to the banners around her - continues singing.

Hell, she just may be Phil's new Mrs. Claus. And Phil gets what Phil wants.

"Can you keep a secret, kiddo?" Phil asks as he leans down to the child. The child, of course, nods enthusiastically. "She's the furture Mrs. Claus," he explains to the child.

The child beams up at Phil, excited to be in on the secret, before rushing off to their parents.

Not long after, Phil takes a break from being Santa. What's the first thing he does? Darts off to the nearest jewelry store in the mall. He finds a bracelet with cut gems that look similar to her eye color - Aquamarine, aoccriding to the store clerk - and immediately pays for it. He'll worry about the price much later. After the bracelet is gift-wrapped, he makes his way back towards the stage. There's only instrumental music playing over the speakers now so she must be on a break.

Perfect timing.

She's perched on the edge of the stage, legs crossed and hanging over the ledge, with her back to him as he approaches. Her head tips back as she sips from a bottle of water. Phil rounds the stage quickly and steps up next to her.

"Merry Christmas, Christmas Angel," he says to her with a smirk under the beard and gently hands her the wrapped jewelry box.

Her eyes land on the box then flash to his eyes. She looks ready to tell him off so he removes the beard - it's a downtime in the mall so there's no children running around that he'll ruin the magic for.

"Well, Kris Kringle," she smirks at him, "to what do I owe the honor of a hand-delivered gift?" Her hand delicately reaches out so her fingers slide over the box. She doesn't bother to make sure her fingers don't touch his.

"I've just come to ask Mrs. Claus why she's not at the North Pole." Phil's eyes rake over her dress, and he doesn't bother hiding that he is.

"Last I checked, Kringle," she counters with a seductive look in her eyes, "I'm your wife, not your property."

Fuuuuucking hell- think of something, Phil, or you're gonna to makes things awkward. Donny. That dumbass nearly fucked up the entire charity event and-

Had he been here, Phil wouldn't have met his new, future wife. Had Donny been in Phil's place...

Well, now he's just irritated.

"True," he chuckles. "But we could head back to the North Pole together pretty soon."

She scans his face for a moment then hums.

"Hand me your phone, Santa," she almost purrs.

He does as she asks, though, handing over his phone. As if at the speed of light, she enters her information into the phone and saves it under "Holly, the Christmas Angel". Then she hands his phone back.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Holly winks at him then slides back so she can stand back up on the stage. Phil is left with a wink and a smirk before they're both pulled back to their stations.

A very merry Christmas indeed, Mrs. Claus.

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 69 Deduct This!

I have a new ship

I asked who would be a potential partner for chonkers and raven said seashell so uhhhhh blame her <3

I deadass forgot Seashell's hair in the icon

WHOOPS

DON'T READ THE EPISODES BEFORE READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino goes back to Deduction College. But-

Needless to say, it does not lead him to Logico, instead pushing him way back. But it’s not a total loss. He finds a body.

IRRATINO: [long, withering sigh] PRINCIPAL: Hello Inspector Irratino. Are you here for a lesson in logic?  IRRATINO: No… 

Marble, Raspberry, and Ink are also wandering around. It seems the college will let anyone in, regardless of enrollment.

MARBLE: Inspector, look! I’ve been promoted from mathematician… to statistician!  IRRATINO: …Uh-huh. That’s cool… PRINCIPAL: Anyway, a logic class is beginning. Sit down. IRRATINO: But I’m not here for- PRINCIPAL: Sit. Down.

Irratino doesn’t pay attention to the class, because he has more important things to do (and the class doesn’t align with his interests). Marble seems to be licking her lips as she jots down notes - that’s normal right? Even though she’s drooling?

MARBLE: Oh… there goes my paper…

Raspberry isn’t paying attention at all. He’s on his laptop. Irratino, being the narc he is, spies on what he’s looking at. Sports-betting. It could be worse?

IRRATINO: Um… Mr. Applegreen, he’s gambl- PRINCIPAL: I THOUGHT you said you weren’t here for the class. IRRATINO: [sputter]

Ink has a graduation cord around her shoulders. If she’s already graduated, why is she here?

INK: [whispering] I’m taking the test anyway - I’m just trying to make the others look bad. PRINCIPAL: I heard that! My god. I need a break. 

He storms outside, and a single leaf falls onto his head where his glorious blond hair tuft once was. For some reason, this makes him lose his shit! He yells and kicks the tree, dropping more leaves and wailing in pain.

Irratino examines the attendance records now that the principal’s gone. Every time someone enters and leaves the building it must be noted, and a telltale sign is Raspberry only showing up for a couple minutes yesterday, before showing up normally today. Irratino just looks at him with a dejected expression. He sure seems a lot… more casual than when he saw him last.

RASPBERRY: Well, dang, ya got me! OH! I fergot I was doin’ school! Now lemme eLAborate on a couple ‘o my theses, and I’ll be able to getcha on my side! First, I want you to think about- IRRATINO: Stop, stop. Please stop. I don’t want to get caught up in any more things. I’m so tired. I’m so confused. I don’t know where I am - I don’t even remember coming back here, much less why. I’ve barely gotten any sleep since Logico went missing, and it’s just getting worse. I’m going insane.  INK: I promise you’ll find him.  IRRATINO: How? You can’t promise that! INK: It’s fate.

Irratino takes a deep breath. It’s fate. But fate doesn’t happen standing around.

The end! 

bbgoat has been looking for gico for so long he's losing his mind ;;

does this episode seem weirdly short compared to the others?

or am I going insane

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[chwlb]

Jily. (Im not Ready for October)

James grew his hair out for Lily, and she’d always put little French braids in it before bed so he’d have curly hair in the morning (he went around telling people that he took a potion his father made that magically made his hair curly (remus didn’t let that rumor last long before dunking James’s head into water and let everyone watch as his hair dried curl-less))

When James and Lily got married Sirius asked to be a flower girl at their wedding as a joke and to his surprise Lily was the one who said yes (not James because he wanted Sirius to be best man) so then remus got elected best man and they let Sirius walk down the Isle with Fabian’s daughter Alleen.

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When the preacher said “speak now or forever hold your peace” remus activity stared down everyone of their friends knowing damn well they’d try that shit as a joke, just for Lily to say “Well… Remus is pretty fit” and obviously that causes a uproar (jokingly) and Remus laughing alongside the rest of them just for James to pop up with “I know right, Almost went for him in 4th year” which left everyone bursting in laughter but him. Which led him to say “kiss your god damn wife potter”

And James bantering back

“Oh please moony, I will. All. Night. Long.”

*insert kissy kiss*

When Wiloa was little they would sneak away with their uncles to OOTP meetings and Lily would always find them, so they’d have to pull them off and lecture them about how they can’t hide away here because they could get hurt. But after a while, gave in and let them stay. Soon enough James found them and he’d always sneak them off and back home because he understood what it was like to be curious at a young age and how dangerous curiosity could be. But basically Wiloa was Jily’s practice child.

Lily would always show James muggle things. When they moved in together he stood flicking the ceiling fan on and off for about 30 minutes (while Lily recorded him like he was a cat) James had 100% become accustomed to muggle life, and at some points entirely forgot he was a wizard. (He got really excited when he remembered he was magic and could turn into a fucking deer)

James tried helping Lily become an Animagus but she couldn’t keep the leaf in her mouth past two days so she eventually just spit it out and told James “look I give up, as long as you don’t turn into a fucking elk while we’re fucking I’m good” and james’s only response was “I’m a DEAR darling get it right” in a posh mid-Atlantic accent.

When James proposed Lily made a joke about him preposing before she KNEW he was proposing so it went something like this

*at a lake during a very pretty sunset*

“Lillian, I really need to ask you something” James asked with a cherishing smile

“James, darling you can ask me anything as long as you don’t propose” She joked

She then turned around to see the look of utter shock and hurt in his eyes. And realized. He was going to propose.

“No, no, no. I didn’t say anything, what were you asking? I’ll turn back around!”

She then turned back around with a static giggle bouncing through her bones. He knew she loved him.

“Lillian,” he said while grabbing her arm and turning her around gently “My darling, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth. And I know it’s the most cliche thing to say, but my words have never heard more truth than this. I can’t bare the thought of life without the light of your eyes shining in mine. I can’t stand mornings after without your sweet touch curled next to mine. And I’ll never see another gorgeous evening like this again if your gracing beauty isn’t touching it. So Please, Lillian Jane Evans, Will you marry me? And be my wife, and I’ll be yours”

The first thing she could do was fall into his arms, and his warm gentle kiss. Tears flowed down her eyes and he placed the ring on her finger.

“Shit!” James Said unexpectedly “I forgot to get down on one fucking knee”

Lily giggle at her new found fiancé, he could be a stupid man, but he was HER stupid man.

“So, you’ll be my wife” Lily said excitedly

“What?!” James burst out laughing

“Well you said ‘be my wife, and I’ll be yours’ so I assume you’ll be my wife, correct?”

And with those words, James knew he chose the right woman.

[coffeebanana]

hi Kayla!! can you tell us more about "PRPR that was almost anon fic 3"? 👀

thanks for the ask, mia!! I forgot I had this in my WIPs until today--it's what I'd planned to write and post on anon when I was trying to play the game of "how many fics can i post on anon before someone guesses who I am?" But then I anoned too close to the sun (read: nothing gets past @ladyofthenoodle...except the first anon fic i posted because it didn't have the love square tag 😂)

But this fic is like...PRPR and Ladybug shows up at Adrien's after having a nightmare. I hadn't totally figured out the details, but I was thinking it could also be a post-S5 fic where Adrinette breaks up...then years later are obviously still in love with each other but think the other is over them. (so it's sort of post- AND pre-relationship???)

(snippet is a bit long, so i'll put it under the cut)

Suddenly wide awake, Adrien shot out of bed and started towards his balcony. Five steps had never taken so long—he missed the warmth of his blankets. His toes curled against the icy hardwood floors. But he knew what awaited on the other side of the curtains that he hastily pushed aside before sliding open the the balcony door. “Hello, my lady. Fancy seeing you—oomph.” She launched herself into his arms, almost knocking him over with her strength. He steadied himself by leaning into her embrace, taking a deep breath to calm his fluttering heart.  It wouldn’t settle. Not when everything he hadn’t realized he’d been missing all night was suddenly wrapped up in his arms. Not when she was shaking like a leaf swept up in a tornado, and the urge to protect her swept through his core. He twirled a strand of her long ponytail around his finger, and she sighed against his chest. “You know,” he said, “I’ve had a lot of dreams that started this way.” Her next breath was tinged with amusement, but it wasn’t quite a laugh. “I’m sure you have.” His gut clenched. “Everything okay?” “Just a nightmare.” From the way her voice cracked and she wouldn’t quite meet his eyes, Adrien knew that just was an understatement. “Can I stay for a bit?” “Of course. As long as you’d like.” Forever would be nice.

[lady-of-imladris]

CHAPTER 9 - SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE

Synopsis: Preparations for the imminent battle are made, but when they arrive at Dol Guldur, complications arise.

Word count: 2.1k

Pairings: Thranduil/OC

Warnings: Violence

Additional tags: it's getting angsty over here!

Link to the chapter overview

Lmao sorry I forgot to post this yesterday but what a lucky coincidence because I can now say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fenharel-enaste ! You live too far away for me to give you a physical gift so I dedicate this chapter to you my lovely friend <3

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed Your finger on my hair pin triggers - The Great War (Taylor Swift)

The messengers from Imladris and Lothlorien returned fast and with news that was better than the King and Queen had dared to hope. Elrond, Celebrían, Celeborn and Galadriel were on their way. With their armies. Ana could have wept for joy that they would not need to face this threat alone. She had gone over their potential strategies again and again and again, consulting old maps of Amon Lanc, reports from scouting parties, reimmersing herself in battle strategies employed by their enemy. Thranduil was in awe. He had known for quite some time that his wife had been the mind behind some of their most successful assaults on Mordor during the Dagor Dagorlad, but seeing her in action was something entirely different.

The other four elven leaders arrived two days before the agreed-upon date of the attack for some last preparations. In Celebrían’s case, it entailed wrangling the twins, as well as Legolas, Elrond was examining the body of the elven soldier who had been turned into an orc and killed by Queen Anarríma. Celeborn, Galadriel, Ana and Thranduil busied themselves with the upcoming battle. The Lord of Lorien was beaming with pride. His daughter’s strategy was perfect. Their first evening together was celebrated with a family dinner full of laughter and joy. Legolas was beyond excited to have his cousins around and they spent the better part of the evening chasing each other around the halls.

The night before the battle looked different. Everyone was silent and withdrew to their private quarters immediately after dinner. Ana and Thranduil tucked Legolas into bed together that night, wanting to spend every last second with their son. “Nana, Ada?” the little elf asked hesitantly. “Yes, my little leaf?” The Queen sat down on the bed. “Why do you have to go?” Anarríma choked back her tears, and Thranduil sighed deeply. She felt his nails digging into her shoulders. He took over. “Ion-nin, that is a very complicated thing to explain, but we are doing this to protect our people. As King and Queen that is our duty. You will understand it one day.”

When Legolas had finally fallen asleep, Thranduil and Anarríma went to bed, lying next to each other, staring at the ceiling. Her hand found his. “Whatever happens tomorrow-” “Don’t.” Thranduil could not bear to hear it. They would outnumber the orcs. They would win. They had to. “Whatever happens tomorrow,” she tried again, “I love you.” “Please stop,” his voice was shaking. ‘Whatever happens tomorrow, I love you, my son.’ Those had been Oropher’s words the night before his death. The Elvenking was afraid. He could not bear to lose her. His Queen, his wife, the mother of his child.

Neither of them wanted to sleep, so they spent the night exchanging kisses and softly whispered words of love, chatting about entirely unimportant matters. It did not matter what they talked about, they just talked. Anarríma laid her head on her husband’s chest, letting Thranduil play with her hair and enjoying the vibrations of his chest caused by his voice as he told her of his childhood in Doriath, the first time he and Celeborn got drunk, of the day Celeborn first saw Galadriel and knew that he loved her, of Lúthien Tinúviel and her mortal lover, and many other things. In return, she told him about the few memories she had of Gondolin, of her happy childhood in Lorien, the time of the war against Sauron before they met and the battles they had never talked about before. The night passed too quickly.

They got up again before the sun had fully risen, eating a quick breakfast before getting ready for another war. Breakfast was quiet, no one knew what to say, so they just sat in uncomfortable silence. The Queen would have given anything to spend this morning with the soldiers instead. She found her mind going back to the mornings before important battles during the war against Sauron, sitting on the floor of a large tent together with her father and his soldiers, the tension so high it could have cut Mithril, until one of them, an elf who had fought in the War of Wrath made a joke. Anarríma could not recall the joke, but she would always remember the relief she felt when the tent filled with laughter. One look over at her father, who was sitting across from her told her that in his mind, he was there as well.

Fastening the straps of her bracers felt a bit like meeting an old friend and catching up, the Queen realized to her horror. She had not worn a full set of armour since the war. Thranduil was lounging comfortably on a chaise. She had promised to let him braid her hair for her and he was holding her to that promise. Ana smiled to herself as she sat down on the floor in front of him. Thranduil was horrible when it came to braiding hair. It always took him an insane amount of time and the braids often looked messy, even when he did it on her. With his own hair, the King was even more hopeless, hence he kept it loose. Anarríma winced slightly when his fingers tugged on a strand of hair a bit too harshly.

“Goheno nin,” Thranduil chuckled nervously, “and thank you. For putting up with me.” Ana reached up to put her hand on his thigh. “You are getting better at this. Give it another millennium or two.” The King grinned smugly. “Well, I think I did a pretty decent job this time.” Ana got up and walked to the mirror. Decent was an understatement. The two braids over her ears looked perfect and felt secure, as did the long fishtail braid he had created with the rest of her hair. “Thranduil!” Ana turned around and threw her arms around his neck. “How?” “I’ve been secretly practising on our son,” he admitted. Ana hid her laughter. “Thranduil, how could you? The poor child!” “Don’t worry,” he held up his hand in defence, “I bribed him with sweets and he was a very willing test subject.” Ana shook her head in disbelief. “We should finish getting dressed.”

“There’s one last thing missing,” Thranduil said, when Ana stood there, in her full armour, all her weapons secured. She looked at him expectantly as he set a box down on her vanity, taking off the lid to reveal the crown of dragon scales, gleaming in the candlelight like thousands of stars. “I killed a dragon for you, Ana. Let this serve as a reminder that whatever beast we encounter today, I will slay for you as well.” She bowed slightly, letting him put the crown on her head. Ana needn’t have bowed, Thranduil was much taller than her anyway, but at that moment, it felt right to bow to him. He might be her husband, but he was also her King.

Soldiers, servants and courtiers alike bowed and curtsied deeply as their King and Queen walked by, armed and ready for battle. Many had risen early to say their goodbyes, Celebrían among them. “I never understood how you can be comfortable in such a thing.” The Lady of Imladris gestured all over her sister’s ornate armour. Anarríma rolled her eyes. “It’s not designed for comfort, Brí, it’s supposed to protect me.” “By Eru, I hope it does,” Celebrían murmured and hugged her sister tightly.

“Shall we?” Galadriel and Celeborn emerged, armed to their teeth. Try as she might, the Lady of Imladris could not tell who of the four bore the most weapons, each of them carrying multiple blades openly. “Elrond is waiting outside already. Come back to me. All of you,” Celebrían instructed, hugging each of them for a moment longer than expected. “After all,” she continued, “my daughter will need her grandparents and aunt and uncle.” Ana could not believe it. Her sister was pregnant. Again. After a moment of shock, they congratulated her and Galadriel scolded her for dropping such big news on them when they were already running late, but Celebrían merely laughed and sent them off.

The armies advanced through the forest quietly and efficiently. It was almost muscle memory for all of them. Every single soldier who joined them had also fought in the Dagor Dagorlad. None had been keen to fight in another battle, but in the end, all of them had volunteered to keep their kingdoms safe. The journey was smooth and they effortlessly took out any orc scouting troops they came close to. Ana had predicted their general locations almost flawlessly. The armies got into position, surrounding Dol Guldur, remaining hidden in the trees. The King and Queen were no fools. They were well aware that the orcs knew of their coming. The only thing left to do was lure them out.

They looked every bit the warriors they were as they walked over the bridge. Thranduil offered Anarríma his arm as if he were escorting her to a ball. She gracefully accepted. They were halfway across the bridge when the enemy appeared before them. Three orcs, each looking more cruel than the other. “Do you have a death wish, elves?” one of them snarled. “We come to negotiate the terms of surrender,” Thranduil offered politely. The sound of laughter carried far into the forest. “Giving up your forest so easily, elfling?” Thranduil felt Ana’s grip on his arm tighten. His wife was angry. “Get out of this forest or by Eru, I swear we will destroy you.” Thranduil had never heard his wife speak like this. If he were the orc, he would run.

The orc grinned maliciously. “Do you really think we are not prepared? Do you really think we don’t know that you brought the Witch of Loríen and the Half-Elf with you? Maybe you should be the ones to run.” Thranduil shrugged. “I guess that concludes negotiations.” He raised his arm, signalling to his army. The three orcs fell to the ground, dead. The archers of Lasgalen were renowned for their skill. Their army advanced and the orcs started appearing out of nowhere. The King and Queen shared one last look before letting go of each other and drawing their swords. And then there was chaos.

Thranduil and Ana stayed together as long as possible but ended up being driven apart. Thranduil remained where the fighting was thickest, while Ana took her forces to more remote locations, watchtowers, dungeons, hidden passageways to try and drive the enemy towards them. She caught a glimpse of Thranduil when she looked out of a window, dead orcs littering the ground surrounding him. Galadriel and Celeborn had joined him. Galadriel met her daughter’s eyes for just a moment before refocusing her attention on the fighting.

Anarríma continued her raid of the ruins, rounding corner after corner at breakneck speed. She had reached the most remote part of Dol Guldur. The Queen was on her own now, she had left her soldiers behind to deal with the orcs. Something spurred her on, telling her to climb the tower. Her feet were moving of their own volition, carrying her up and up and up the winding staircase. The thought of returning to her soldiers crossed her mind, but was swiftly replaced by the compulsion to climb the stairs. As she walked by another window, she thought that she should go back outside and fight side by side with Thranduil, but when she was about to turn around and walk back down, she could not. Dread filled her entire body as she realized that there was only one way she could go. Up. She took a deep breath and walked up the last flight of stairs, sword clutched tightly and ready to strike as she entered the room at the top of the tower.

“Queen of Lasgalen,” a whisper arose around her. “At last, you have come to me.” She whipped around, trying to locate the source, but she was alone. Trap, it was a trap. She never should have come here. Ana sprinted towards the exit but was blocked by a wall of black smoke. “No escape. Not for you.” The voice was taunting her. “Show yourself, coward,” she demanded, willing her voice to be steady. “As you wish.” The black smoke took shape. It stood before there, towering over her, sword drawn, but Anarríma could feel that it did not need a blade. Whatever the being before her was, it could kill her with half a thought. It was merely toying with its prey.

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