#Could be something else but I think it's blush

[mytherapyisreading14]

Magic Tricks

Summary: You are celebrating Henry’s birthday but when Spencer shows some magic tricks, his hands quickly become a distraction to you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Category: Fluff, Smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, kissing, dirty talk, hand kink, praise kink, choking, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all)

Word Count: 3,5k

Authors Note: This is the first time I wrote smut, so please let me know if I forgot any warnings/ if there’s anything to improve! Hope you enjoy :)

It's a sunny afternoon, the garden is full of life and everyone came to celebrate Henry's birthday today. Henry is currently sitting on a small wooden bench surrounded by his friends while Spencer shows them his favorite magic tricks. He lets cards slide through his fingers, pulls handkerchiefs out of the air and amazes the children - especially Henry, who sits there with his eyes wide open almost the entire time.

"What do you think, Henry? Ready for something you've never seen before?" Spencer stands in front of the boy and raises his hands, which start to intertwine in a fluid movement. “Yes, definitely!" Henry says enthusiastically.

Spencer quickly brings one of his hands down and pulls a glittering ring out of the air, which immediately appears in his other hand. "Look here, Henry, it's really easy,” Spencer says with a wink. “Wooooow!" the children shout in unison and Henry claps euphorically.

You, sitting next to Penelope on another bench, are also completely fascinated - but you're not just looking at the ring or the tricks. Your gaze keeps wandering to Spencer, to his hands to be precise, which performed the magic with such precision. It's not just the art of magic that captivated you, but also the man himself.

How skillfully his fingers move, how naturally he juggled the small objects - all of this makes your thoughts drift away. The fact that you’ve been in love with him for years now makes it even worse. You imagine how his hands would touch you, how he would hold you when...

You suddenly hear your name and flinch. You didn't even really hear him talking to you, as your thoughts were far away from the magic trick. "Are you even listening to me?" Spencer asks. "Why are you staring at my hands all the time?" You freeze. Suddenly you are so aware of the situation that you almost feel like everyone in the circle is watching you.

Your cheeks turn red. "Uh... I... I just wanted to know how the trick works," you stammer. Penelope, who is sitting right next to you, couldn't help but giggle and whispered to you: "Sure, that must have been the reason..."

"Yes! Exactly," you answer way too quickly. "I... wanted to find out how you did it!" Spencer looks at you for a while, then nods. “Sometimes, it's better if you don't understand the trick," he says with a mysterious smile. "Otherwise the real magic is lost." You try not to blush any more. "Of course, that's true," you murmur and try to relax. Penelope, who is watching the whole situation with a grin, giggles quietly.

Spencer turns back to his magic tricks, but his gaze keeps wandering over to you. You try to look away from his hands now, but unfortunately it's all to no avail. You find yourself looking at his hands and your thoughts wandering in another direction, and Penelope, noticing this, nudges you teasingly with her elbow. "Looks like our genius is enchanting you even more today than usual," she says.

To get out of the situation and keep a clear head, which is never possible around him, you stand up. "I'll get a drink," you mutter. "Good idea," Penelope says with a cheeky grin as you walk towards the house. The other children are busy watching the magic tricks again, but you can't shake the thought of Spencer.

His hands, which unleashed the magic so precisely and elegantly, preoccupied you much more than you would like to admit. You wonder what else he could do with those hands - if it wasn't just about magic tricks.

Spencer, who is busy with the children and their enthusiasm, casts a quick glance at Penelope, who looks at him with an amused smile. He goes over to her while the children continue to marvel and chat. Spencer casts a glance in the direction you went and then wonders if he missed something. “Tell me, Penelope,” Spencer begins, “do you also think she was acting a bit strange just now?”

Penelope laughs. "Oh, come on, Spencer. She was completely distracted." Spencer raises his eyebrow. "By my hands?" he asks, now slightly amused and curious. "Why?" Penelope looks at him and then grins widely. "Well, because she... watched pretty closely how you used them. She was completely fascinated," she explains.

“Fascinated?" Spencer repeats, now even more confused. "And what's so fascinating about that?" Penelope shakes her head and laughs softly. "Come on, you genius, do you really have no idea?" She clicks her tongue and looks at him with an expression that was almost too good-natured to be serious. "Um... no, not really," Spencer replies, looking at her confused. "Explain it to me."

Penelope raises her hands in an innocent gesture. "You're a genius, you should be smart enough to figure that out on your own." She winks at him and then stands up. "I'm going over to the others. Use your clever head properly," she says and then walks towards the house. Spencer ponders, the explanation has triggered something in him, but he still can't quite figure out what exactly Penelope meant.

Then he decides to tell Morgan - who is standing on the other side of the garden - about the previous conversation. He had no idea what had just happened, but something told him that he had to understand it. He walks quickly towards Morgan, who is just getting a beer from a cooler.

“Hey, Morgan," Spencer says, stepping next to him. "You didn't happen to notice what just happened, did you?" Morgan looks at him with a grin when he hears the question. He laughs quietly and takes a sip from the bottle. "Yeah, I noticed. She couldn't take her eyes off you the whole time.”

Spencer suddenly feels a little embarrassed. "What exactly do you mean by that? She was just a little distracted by the tricks. That's all." Morgan raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head, still grinning widely. "So you're really the only one who doesn't notice, huh?" Morgan asks. "Notice what?" Spencer replies. "Well, if you don't understand..." Morgan says, laughing again. "She's in love with you, pretty boy. That's what's going on."

Spencer is so surprised that he just sits there speechless for a moment. "You really think she's in love with me?" Morgan laughs again. "Um, yeah? Have you never noticed how she acts when you're around? How nervous she gets?" Spencer blinks as he thinks about it. He actually hasn't noticed that you sometimes act differently around him.

He thought about the tricks and the magic all the time, but never about the fact that you might be interested in him for another reason - something much more personal. He tried to push the thought away, but something inside him wouldn't let it go. He wanted this - you - for years and he doesn’t want to get his hopes up now. This has to be a misunderstanding, there is no way you are actually interested in him like that.

Deep down, he's wondering if he was really that blind. And what if Morgan was right? What if you actually feel more for him? He looks around again, glancing at you. Spencer puts the thought aside for now - but he knows he can't shake it off so easily. He feels like he can't ignore the whole situation any longer. After talking to Morgan, he realized a lot of things, but he really needed to talk to you to understand them. He has no idea how you would react.

You, on the other hand, try to avoid Spencer for the rest of the evening. You can't be near him without imagining what his hand would feel like around your neck or between your legs. But since Spencer is so popular with the kids and they can't get enough of him and his magic tricks, it's fortunately easier than you think to avoid him. But you still often feel his gaze on you and it makes you nervous.

Later that evening, after most of the guests have already left, you help JJ bring in a few glasses and bottles. You are just about to go back outside when Spencer comes towards you. "Hey," he says, but before you can even reply, Spencer pulls you aside and into the small guest room at the end of the hall. The door closes behind you and the atmosphere in the room is suddenly much more intimate.

“What's wrong?" you ask, still a little confused because he took you aside so suddenly. "You avoided me today," he says. You avoid his gaze so he doesn't see that you are blushing again and start babbling. "Henry and his friends were so impressed by you and your magic and it's his birthday, I didn't want to disturb you. JJ also needed help and I agreed to do that. We were both busy, so it's clear that we don't run into each other that often," you explain hastily.

“That's not true. You deliberately avoided me. And your mind was somewhere else. As if something was distracting you,” he says, taking a step closer to you. “Why don’t you want to tell me what distracted you today?” he asks, looking down at you. Your heart is beating faster and faster and you are a little overwhelmed by the whole situation.

You didn't expect Spencer to confront you with it. "Now you’re quiet. That's uncharacteristic of you. I think I'm making you nervous," he says. "I...uh," you start, but you're unable to form a sensible sentence. "I was just talking to Morgan and… now I know why you were looking at my hands like that." You look at him questioningly. "What?"

"You were looking at my hands," he says, "because you're in love with me." A laugh escapes you. Your reaction leaves Spencer startled, his voice suddenly uncertain. "Why are you laughing?" he asks, and for a moment he looks as if he's not sure what to make of it. "Is it because I'm wrong? I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable -"

But before he’s able to continue, you quickly grab his arm and pull him towards you. Your lips meet his, and for a moment everything else is forgotten. The kiss is gentle and at the same time full of emotions - as if you want to tell each other everything you never put into words. When you pull away from him, you look deep into his eyes and whisper “Morgan is right... I'm in love with you."

Spencer stares at you for a moment, as if to make sure he heard you correctly. But before he can say anything, you quickly add, "But that wasn't the only reason I was staring at your hands," you tell him. "No?" Spencer raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What was the other reason?" he asks, and you can see in his eyes how eager he is to know. "I want to know."

You can see the sparkle in his eyes, the mixture of relief and curiosity, and for a moment you feel your heart beating a little bit faster. There's something you haven't told him yet, something you need to explain to him. But the look in his eyes melts your nervousness.

"I was looking at your hands," you begin, "because you use them in a way I've never seen before. Your movements are so precise, so... controlled. It's not just magic, Spencer. I want to know what else they can do." Spencer is silent for a moment, and then you see a slight smile appear on his face. “So, you're looking at my hands because you want to know what else they can do?" he asks. "Yes," you answer quietly, "but also because I just can't get enough of you."

“I don’t want you to get enough of me. Ever. Because I am in love with you too. For quite a while now. Since the day you sat down on the jet next to me and challenged me to play chess, to be more exact,” he says and leans forward to kiss you again, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer.

A gasp escapes your mouth and Spencer takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss and explore your mouth with his tongue. You can feel the heat rushing through your body and you press yourself even closer against him, reaching for his hand. His eyes follow every move with a curious look. You take his hand and slowly guide it to your neck.

His mind slows for a minute and then he finally understands. “That’s what you‘ve been fantasizing about earlier. My hands exploring your body. Me choking you. Haven‘t you?“ he asks and you nod. His eyes darken and you can see the lust sparkling in them.

His hand now wraps around your neck entirely and he squeezes gently. “More,” you whisper. “You tell me if it’s too much, okay?” Spencer says with a concerned look on his face before he tightens the grip on your neck. “Yes Spence, of course,” you breath out before getting distracted by his hand sliding up your inner thigh.

His hand is now under your skirt, running over your panties. “Can I touch you?” Spencer asks and you pull him down by his tie to whisper in his ear. “Of course you can, Spence. I need you to touch me. I’ve been dreaming about this since forever. I’m all yours.” You kiss slowly down his neck, then nibbling on his skin to mark him with a hickey.

That’s all Spencer needs to hear. His hand pulls your panties to the side and he grazes your clit with his finger to tease you. “Spence, please. Touch me,” you whimper and he chuckles. “Someone’s eager. Fantasizing about my hands got you worked up, am I right, sweetheart?” he asks, finally touching your clit with his thumb. Your only respond is a moan and you press down on his finger to show him you need more.

“I barely touched you and you’re already soaked,” he says as he runs his finger through your folds. “Only… only for you, Spence,” you manage to say and slide your hands up to his shirt to open the buttons, taken off guard when he pushes a finger inside you. Your knees are trembling and you have to hold yourself against his body in order to stay up.

“Spence, that’s so - it feels so good… I - I need more, please,” you whine and he pushes another finger inside you. He reaches all the spots you never could and you’re a moaning mess, rocking yourself against his hand. “Good girl,” he praises you and it takes you off guard. You clench around his fingers and he chuckles. “You like that, didn’t you? Me calling you a good girl. So praise kink and hand kink, let’s find out what else you’re into.”

You didn’t expect to hear such words from him. He is always the sweet, gentle and unassuming genius when you are around him, but now, that both of you snapped, finally giving in into your desires, he shows you a completely different side of him, one you’re more then excited to discover. It turns you on immensely.

He squeezes your throat more and pumps his fingers faster, rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb and it doesn’t take long for you to come on his hand. You hold yourself steady against him with trembling knees while he is busy running his hands down your shirt, tugging at your bra and squeezing your breasts. You help him taking off your shirt while he’s guiding you to the bed.

He unclasps you bra skilfully and pulls down your skirt and underwear in one motion, before he pushes you down onto the bed. His gazes wanders over your body and he licks his lips. “You are gorgeous, sweetheart,” he says before he leans forward to kiss down your neck to your breast. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth while squeezing the other one.

You arch your back and slide your hands up to his shirt again to go back to unbuttoning it, after you got interrupted earlier by Spencer giving you so much pleasure that you were unable to continue your actions. You pull his shirt off and run your fingers over his body.

Spencer slowly kisses down your tummy now, reaching your inner thighs where he sinks his theeth into the sensitive skin, sucking the spot to leave a hickey there before he gently kisses it and leans back to admire his work. It earns him another moan from you and he and grins. “So you like marking me, huh?” you decide to tease him back. “You are in no position to tease, darling,” he says with a mischievous grin before he presses his mouth against your cunt, licking a strip up your folds.

Your hands reach for his hair immediately, pressing him closer to you while he devours you like a man starved. Your whimpers are music to his ears and he can’t get enough of you. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he says before he dives back in. You lift your hips to press more against his mouth but he holds you down with his arm. “No, you have to stay still and take what I give you, do you understand?” he asks and you nod.

He shakes his head in disappointment. “Words, sweetheart,” he simply says and you need to concentrate to form a sentence. “I - oh… yes, I understand,” you manage to breath out and he goes back to eating you out, his grip firm on your hips to keep you still. You never felt this kind of pleasure and when you look down and see him devouring you completely, it becomes too much, you come again moaning his name.

Spencer comes up between your thighs with a satisfied smirk on his lips and you pull him down to kiss him again. You taste yourself on his lips and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. Your hand slides down to his pants and you open them with shaky hands, pulling them down. “Need you now, Spence. Please,” you tell him. “You need me that badly?” You nod. “Yes, I want to feel you inside of me.”

He takes off his boxers and your eyes widen, he is bigger than you expected. You watch as he pumps his cock a few times before he lines himself up at your entrance, sliding through your folds a few times to tease you. Then he pushes in and you moan his name. He claps his hand over your mouth to shut you up. “Shh, as much as I enjoy hearing you moan my name, you have to keep quiet,” he says.

From the lack of movement you are feeling right now you were sure he’s giving you time to adjust. When you feel ready you lift your hips to show him. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of you, hitting your G- spot with every thrust. “You feel so good, so warm and wet just for me,” he says and feels you clenching around him.

It feels even better than you imagined. He’s big, but it’s not uncomfortable and you want more. “Harder. You can - you can fuck me harder now,” you say and he chuckles when he hears how eager you are. He starts thrusts in and out of you faster, his hand wrapping around your throat again.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you imagined every time you looked at my hands?” he asks, squeezing until you see stars. “Yes, oh god - Spence. Feels so good,” you moan, already feeling another orgasm building up, gripping the arm around your neck for support.

Spencer, who can feel how close you are increases the speed and thrusts even faster and deeper inside of you. Your body is on fire and when Spencer starts to apply pressure to your already sensitive clit, you feel like you’re going to explode. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come around my cock,” he says and his permission is all you need to let go.

Spencer fucks you through your orgasm, also close to reaching his own now. “Fuck, I need to come inside of you. Can I, Sweetheart?” he asks, his thrusts getting sloppier. “Yes, in- Inside me,” you say and he finishes a few thrusts later. When he pulls out you can feel his cum dripping down your thighs, but you don’t mind. He collapses next to you on the bed and pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss on your head.

“Are you okay?” he asks you while he plays with your hair. “Yes, that’s was amazing,” you say and give him a peck on the lips before you cuddle closer to him, gently stroking his hair. He looks down to you. “Do you have to get the morning after pill? I can get it for you,” he says and you smile. “I’m on the pill, Spence, but thank you anyway,” you say and give him a kiss.

You stay in bed cuddling but after a while you speak up. “I would love to cuddle with you all evening, but I think we need to go back out soon, the others are probably already looking for us,” you say and he nods. “A few more minutes. I don’t want to let you go just yet,” he says and you smile. “I love you,” you say and he smiles back. “I love you too.”

[moralesluvr]

KEEP IT QUIET | b. eilish.

ꨄ︎ contents — jealous!mean!dom!billie x sassy!fem!reader, spanking, use of ‘whore/slut’

“you’ve got too much fucking mouth on you.” billie seethed, irritation so prominent on her lips as her hands quickly undid the buttons on your jeans. a blush blossomed against her skin because of how frustrated she was— you knew better than to talk to that girl at that party.

even though you and billie weren’t official, you knew damn well that you were hers and she was yours, and she hated when she’d find you lost in the club, laughing it up and drinking with some random girl, even if you had no intention of hooking up with her.

your clothes found themselves on the floor of billie’s apartment, and she immediately flipped you onto your stomach, “you think you can just go talk to anyone you want? huh?”

“i kind of can, i mean— i do have free will.” you giggle, and that pisses billie off. she growls at you, a low, husky sound— and then you feel something hard and thick stretch out your walls, making a moan pass through your lips. billie’s hands immediately find your hips as she thrusts into you at an angry speed, her fingernails digging into your sides, and she definitely doesn’t care if it pains you.

“don’t say shit else,” she folds her body onto yours to whisper in your ear, “you know good and damn well that nobody could ever fuck you like i can, treat you as good as i can— nobody on this fucking planet.”

you whimper out, feeling the tip of the faux cock press against your cervix, a concoction of pain and pleasure playing on your nerves. billie’s hand comes up to slap against your lips, “don’t even wanna hear you moan. since you wanted to be such a slut, showing your ass to everyone at that club— keep that same energy, you hear me?”

no sound even comes out of your lips because of hoe tight billie’s grip is, so you just nod, obediently, your pussy clenched around billie’s cock as you grip at her bedsheets, your lips threatening to let a moan slip.

your eyes screw shut as billie’s thrusts become more harsh, quicker, deeper. it’s practically bullying the way she fucks into you, your walls aching and needy. her hand suddenly removes itself from your face to give a mean slap to your ass, “you think i should let you cum tonight, my whore?”

“p-please…” is all you can breathe out, your head growing hazy, “sorry…i’m sorry….”

billie scoffs, and that earns you another painful spank, and you can tell she isn’t amused by your forced apology. but it amuses you so well— how she gets so worked up by your sass and back talk, so you giggle out, “s’fine, i-i’ll just…finish myself off…”

“oh, really?” she replies cockily, pulling out of your dripping cunt, the emptiness making you ache. “then do it, slut. go ahead, find a way to make yourself cum.”

you can’t keep up this act anymore. you whine at her, a needy, hungry sound passing through your lips, “no, bils, m’so sorry, i need you….please?”

“yeah, that’s what i thought.”

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[seokmn]

pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of drinking, brief moment of shirtless joshua, suggestive moment if you squint reaaally hard

joshua took a sip of his drink and pointed his index finger at you, “what do you think of me? no sugarcoating”. you also took a sip of your drink and gave him a small nod before speaking, “i think youre cool”

“seriously? cool? just ‘cool’?”

you shrugged your shoulders, “what else do you want me to say?”. joshua looked away and pouted, his voice was as quiet as a whisper, “i thought you were going to say a little bit more”

you rolled your eyes, “i think youre really polite and kind with people. hm… i dont like the way you always find a new song to obsess with and sing the same verse for days every single time, but at the same time, i love your voice, it gives people comfort. your voice is like a hug after a stressful day.” you took a long sip of your drink before continuing, “i also like when you smile and how your eyes disappear. let’s see… i like when you always try to reassure me that everythings fine when i mess something up and when you look at me when im looking at you and your dimples come out. oh and-“

“i think thats enough” joshua cut you off and chuckled. he shook his head slightly, finding funny how you started yapping about the things you like about him. that being a sign that you were starting to get tipsy. “if you keep going ill think i like me or something”

“okay, my turn now. look at me” you leaned forward, your chest glued to the table as you looked at joshua’s face intensely. joshua smiled a bit and leaned forward as well, looking at you. “‘kay, im looking”

“do you see someone looking back at you or do you see someone thats in love with you?” you asked, eyes narrowing as you tried to analyze his reaction. on the other side, joshua’s smile died and he suddenly got shy. he drank all of his drink in one sip and rubbed the back of his neck. “so… youre in love with me?”

you just nodded with an affiliative smile on your face, “yes. very much so”

joshua could feel his cheeks heating up. he stood up and walked towards you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and looked down at you, “im afraid youre getting drunk so i guess its time for us to leave, i dont want to keep saying things that you might regret about tomorrow.”

“but its your birthday and i just confessed to you… dont you feel the same?”

“maybe…” he chuckled, “ill only admit it when you tell me about your feelings while being sober. now lets go, ill take care of you”

you huffed, “fiiiine… but you know, that is so not fair!”

“its my birthday, so its fair if i say so and im telling you thats soo fair”

he paid for the drinks and food you two consumed and went back to his place with you. he let you sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch.

you could hear the birds chirping and feel the sun on your face. you slowly sat up, frowned and placed your hand on your head, feeling it hurt. “gosh…” you looked around and noticed the obvious, that wasnt your bedroom. panic was slowly starting to increase, but it died as soon as you heard a voice singing in the background. you knew that sweet voice too well. you were at joshua’s home.

you walked towards the voice and you found him shirtless and cooking. you blushed a little and cleared your throat to make your presence known, he turned around and looked at you, giving a smile that warmed your heart. “good morning, did you sleep well?”

“morning.. yea, i slept very well, but now my head is killing me” he chuckled, “that wont be a problem anymore” he said as he placed a bowl of hangover soup in front of you. you mumbled a thank you and started eating it, enjoying the taste.

“is it good?”

“ah, yes. its really good! you know what else would be good?” joshua raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to tell him. “a shirt”

the man laughed and smirked, “cmon, i know you love it. but okay, ill put on a shirt”. you watched him put on a white shirt, but you were with a puzzled expression on your face, why would he say that? was he only being extra or did you say something last night? “what you mean? i dont love it!”

“oh, so you dont remember about last night?” he had a cocky smile on his lips and your eyes widened. last night? what did you do or say last night? you looked at him with a blank expression for a few seconds, trying to process everything. once you thought you got it, you immediately gasped and placed your arms on your chest and on your lap, as if you were trying to hide your body.

joshua’s eyes widened as well and he shook his head, completely in panic. “no! its not what youre thinking!! i even slept on the couch!” he said as he pointed at the couch with some pillows and a blanket. you looked at the couch and let out a deep breath you didnt know you were holding.

“then why would you say such a thing?!” you looked at the soup and muttered while mixing it with the spoon, “saying like we did something…”

“so you dont remember what you asked me last night? whoa… you really cant drink alcohol”

“what i asked you…?” you tried your best to remember about the night before. a few memories started to come together and your jaw started to slowly drop as you remembered the stupid answers you gave to his questions and the even more stupid question you asked him. you hid your mouth with your hand and looked at joshua in complete shock.

“looks like someone remembers now” he said with a smirk on his face, crossing his arms as he leaned on the kitchen counter. “i-uh…”

“was it true or just drunk words?”

“why do you wanna know?” you raised your eyebrow. you were getting defensive because you didnt know what to answer. would he dump you? would your friendship with him be ruined because of your feelings?

joshua tilted his head and smiled gently, “i think i deserve to know, dont i?”. you scoffed while looking away before looking back at you, “maybe it was true, so what? huh? its not like im gonna chase you or try to make you fall in love with me or some shit like that!”

he just let out a calm sigh and took the bowl of soup away from you. “hey! if you dont feel the same just say it, you dont have to take my food away!”

“get your coat”

“woah-“ you scoffed, feeling offended, “youre kicking me out? is that it?”

“nope, im going to take you on a date. your feelings are reciprocated and as a late birthday gift we’ll be enjoying a really good time together. and who knows, maybe in three months you wont have to pretend to not like to see me shirtless anymore”

you rolled your eyes, not being able to hold back your smile. you grabbed your coat and ran to him, interlocking your arm with his. “that sounds good, i like it. and just to let you know, i never said i dont like to see you shirtless” he chuckled as he opened the front door, “i know. but its nice to tease you”

you playfully hit his arm and he laughed. “lets go?”

“lets go.”

[mythicmanuscripts]

I was trying to write this big complicated ask wherein the reader receives a sword from (insert preferred character here) and basically what I've ascertained from that is that I think the most romantic thing I could be given, would be a great big sword.

may I humbly request the characters you write for gifting a cool weapon to the reader 🗡️ 🧎

I got so carried away with answering this and what I have learnt about myself is that I would marry anyone who gave me a sword or any other cool weapon.

I ended up writing a bit about each of the main lads I write for, but if anyone would like to hear about any of the others or has their own thoughts then let me know! Also there's nothing NSFW here so no hiding behind a cut this time

AEGON:

My first thought with Aegon is that he honestly might just give you his actual main sword? He's not a fighter, he has no need of it. But he worships the ground you walk on, and so if you were known for being skilled with a sword.... he will give his to you without question.

You of course laugh and say you can't wield the king's sword but he won't hear it. It is yours now, of course.

AEMOND:

Lord help the poor blacksmiths unfortunate enough to be working in the forge when he stops by. They will be hounded four times a day until a weapon is produced that is up to his standards. There are countless prototypes, all rejected for ridiculously minor flaws that no one but him can see.

And of course when he actually does present the sword to you he's so nervous he's just about shaking. Aemond wants so desperately to please you, to give you something that he knows you will love. And you do love it, of course.

(Also you get the blacksmiths to make a matching sword for Aemond and he cries when you present it to him)

JACE:

Jace may have grown into a handsome and very put together young man, but he absolutely crumbles when faced with someone he had a crush on. You walk into the room and he's blushing and stuttering and refusing to meet your eye while also desperately trying to get your attention.

So, who gives him advice? His mother was going to, but unfortunately Daemon beat her to it and now you have a very beautiful crossbow and two short swords. They're lovely, and of course are of the highest quality, brilliant weapons that you will use your entire life and you tell Jace as much. He smiles so wide, blushing all the way down to his neck and just about floats out of the room he's so happy.

(Until Rhaenyra finds out he gifted his crush weapons and not you know, literally anything else)

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Good time

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: The Christmas night interrupted by your endo flare up ending with a very relaxing outcome.

Warning: 18+, oral, fingering, fluff, love, endometriosis

A/N: I’m cramping like crazy through these holidays, laying here with my heating pad over my belly, I tried to write something different, which I experienced before being very useful in managing the cramps. It’s not good for me doing this always, but sometimes it can help to release some tension. Also a few of you wrote me on my previous works about endo and I’m very grateful for your kind feedback, love you all! 🫶

Tags: @teamnovalak

Please don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found of Pinterest.

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We were meant to spent our Christmas in Europe at our parents but apparently my endo flare up had a different plans. Everything went good to the Christmas Eve and the night after, I woke up in the middle of the night with horrible pain in my hip, shooting to my abdomen. Cursing under my breath I tried to get into one of my comfortable positions, which always helped me through this, but this time it was pointless.

George beside me slept like a baby, which frustrated me to the point, where I just got up from the bed, walking to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Feeling the warm droplets of water on my belly, it helped me with the spasms, which also made me nauseous before. If I could I would bathe myself in this hot water, but it wasn’t possible as my intimate region was so moody, that taking a hot bath was absolute nightmare.

What felt like an eternity, I decided it was time to get out of the shower, drying myself with a fluffy towel, inhaling the scent of a fabric conditioner, making me smile.

Carefully I got from the bathroom only to find George sitting on the bed, his eyes blinking for a few times sleepily.

“What’s happening, my dear?”

I sat beside him, small frown on my face.

“Just my endo..”

He immediately wrapped his hands around me, pulling me closer, nuzzling his face into my neck, inhaling the scent of freshness.

“You should’ve woke me up.”

“I didn’t want to bother your beauty sleep.”

“Are you feeling better at least?”

I shook my head, biting my lip as I tried to stop my tears from bursting. He noticed and caressed my cheek with his hand softly.

“I’m sorry you must go through all of this.. we can try the hot water bottle and some massages if you want. The last time it helped a little.”

“I think… I want to try something else this time.”

George looked at me with curiosity in his eyes.

“What? Anything that might help you, I’ll do it for you.”

I chuckled a little, soft blush appearing on my cheeks. I usually wasn’t in mood to be intimate while I was having my flare ups, but today it was a little different. The need to release the tension down there was strong.

“Well, Georgie.. I want you- I need you to make me cum.”

My straightforwardness caught him off guard, his eyes went a little wide, blinking with surprise, but then his lips curled in a little smirk.

“Oh, princess wants a good time.”

“Mhm.”

“Well, I’ll give you all the best, baby.”

With that words, he unwrapped the towel from my body, revealing me in my glory. His hands went straight to my chest, cupping the soft skin of my breasts, his fingers gently flicking at my hard nipples. I let out a soft hum, changed into a moan as I let my body relax, being completely taken by him.

George knew what I like, but since I was in pain, he was also careful, not to do anything that might hurt me more than already did. He wasn’t thinking about himself, his touch and kisses were devoted to me.

His fingertips were now dancing down on my lower belly, softly and carefully rubbing the skin there, ending up between my legs. I heard his soft chuckle, as he felt how aroused I was, he was always in awe how much I was enjoying his closeness.

“Are you okay with me inside?” His lips brushed against my ear whispering, which made me shudder and gasp.

“I’m okay with that. But be gentle, please…”

“I wouldn’t do anything harsh, I want you to feel good and relaxed.”

And he really did. His thick fingers sliding into my wet folds, his lips licking the wet trail over my neck, same as leaving a soft scratches with his stubble. My gasps and moans filled the room, I was aching for more, my insides clenching around his skilful fingers, and as if he could tell what’s on my mind, he pressed his thumb over my bundle of nerves, which made my mouth twist to an “o”.

“Is it okay, love? When it’s too much, you can stop me.”

“N-no.. please. Just don’t stop.”

Seeing his body moving down onto me, I shivered in anticipation and I knew what is about to come.

His soft kisses ended up just above my peak, he just stopped, pulling his fingers out, gently brushing them over my already wet lips, admiring the sight in the dim light of our bedroom.

“You’re so beautiful, darling. All wet for me, because of my touch, it’s the best gift I can get over and over.”

My cheeks were blushing, I let out a soft giggle, biting into my lips. He lifted his gaze a little to meet my face, smiling softly.

“I can use my mouth if you’re alright with that.”

I nodded, feeling the warm pooling in my lower belly, the need for release really strong.

It was all he needed to latch his mouth onto my clit, pushing his fingers deep inside me, curling them just at my sweet spot that made me whine in desperation. I completely forgot about the pain, he was making me feel really good, everything was fine.

Lapping through my wet folds with his tongue, my insides started to clench, signalling for my orgasm to come.

“Oh, G-George… I-uh-“

“Yes, baby. Show me, how much you want this. Enjoy it.”

His tongue swirled around my clit again and I lost it.

Screaming his name, my body was trembling with excitement, joy and happiness at the same time, his hands holding me tight by my hips, keeping me still. Gently he sucked my sensitive flesh, helping me to feel every last bit of my release.

After a while, he moved up to meet me in lovely and gentle kiss, caressing my cheeks.

“Do you feel good? Are you in pain?”

His concerned voice made me smile.

“No, I’m actually great. Thank you, Georgie.”

“Anything for you, princess. You deserve the world.”

I noticed how he was affected by our little session and he quickly pulled the covers above us, keeping me close.

“Don’t worry about me. Now catch on some sleep. We have plenty of time to do something together tomorrow if your body allows you. We’re gonna stay at home, because I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable on our travels.”

His whisper soothed me, my pain was gone and my body relaxed into his embrace.

With soft hum I nodded and let the sleep overtake me completely.

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 4

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

First->Previous

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Note: So... my the chapter count went up from 4 to 6. Blushes sheepishly This story keeps growing beyond my control!

“Jamie.” Danny smiles softly up at his brother.

The other boy grumbles sleepily, slowly drawing his head up from his pillow. “What?”

“You lasted through the night.”

In a blink, Jamie sits up. His mouth falls open, his hands raising to his face. “Still… here?” He stares at his palms like he had never seen them before.

“Yeah buddy.” Danny sits up, grinning. “You’re still here.”

The clone stares disbelievingly for a few more moments. Finally, slowly, a hesitant smile blooms on his face. “Still here.” He stands from the couch, lowering himself to kneel beside Danny on the mattress. “Thank you.” Jamie spreads his arms, hugging the half ghost.

Gladly Danny returns the embrace. “I’m the dummy who forgot I had ectodejcto.” He shakes his head, chuckles more than a hint self-deprecating.

Still…. The chest pressed against his breaths slowly, warmth radiating from it.

He pulls back, fixing hopefully eyes on his twin. “How do you feel? Any different?”

Jamie raises a hand to his chest, brow furrowed in thought. “Kinda. Feel stronger. But…” The boy hesitates.

“But…” Danny gently prods.

“The heartbeat…. Feels different from yours.” The clone rubs fingers over his heart.

“Of course it does.” The older brother smiles encouragingly. “It’s your heart, not mine. That’s your body, completely yours.”

Jamie blinks once, his brow furrowing. “Guess it is.” Still, his hand rubs his chest.

Danny’s own brow furrows, puzzled. He had figured Jamie would be more excited at this development. The two are finally separate! But something is still bothering his twin.

After a pause, Jamie looks up, worried eyes fixing on the hastily wrapped cut on Danny’s bicep. “Is your arm better?”

“Oh yeah.” The half ghost casually turns to look. He pulls up end of the bandaging, peering at the thin scabbed line. “It’s fine.”

His twin’s frown just deepened. “It’s not fine. You got hurt and… and it’s Jamie’s fault.”

“No, it’s not. It’s not your fault.” Danny tries to reassure. “Spectra’s the one who decided to attack you when you were down.”

“And Spectra?” Fear flickers across Jamie’s face. “Where is she?”

“In the thermos.” Danny pulls the device out of the floor where he’d stashed it before going to sleep. “She’s not getting out anytime soon.”

His twin eyes the device. “And you’re planning to bury her in the park…” He bit his lip. “What if she gets out? Or a rogue finds her? One of the Bats? They could get curious.”

“Jamie, Jamie.” The older brother cuts into the anxious ramble. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll keep the thermos on me until I think of something better than burying it. I won’t let anything happen to it. Or to us. I’ll protect both of us.”

Doubt still flickers in the clone’s eyes but… “We’ll be okay?“ Round eyes plead his older brother for reassurance.

“Yes. We’ll be okay. You are going to be okay.” Danny smiles soothingly. “And you’ve finally got your own body! That’s incredible. If we could figure that out, we can figure out anything else that comes our way.”

Jamie finally exhales, tensed shoulders relaxing somewhat. Still, he says nothing about his new stability, just standing with a non-committal hum. He takes a few steps to the kitchen, opening the cupboard to pull out a box of cereal.

“You hungry?” Danny also stands. His lips quirk, pleased with the question.

“Yes.” The clone blinks once, staring at the box. His brow wrinkles. “That’s new.”

Danny laughs at the puzzled look. Still, he does not tease his brother too much. The two eat breakfast, mostly in companionable silence; even with his independent personality truly developed, Jamie is a person of few words.

As he’s cleaning his bowl in the sink, the clone cuts in. “Do you have work today?”

“Ugh. Yes.” Danny groans. Then he blinks, realizing. “I guess you’re staying here today?”

Jamie had visited him at work in the past, before the twins act became real. On their last longest foray apart – from when Danny woke up to when his body forced him to sleep at 36 hours – the clone had hidden away in the nearby library during Danny’s six-hour shift. Most of the time though, Jamie slept, his cold spark nested close to Danny’s own core. But hopefully now, their days of sharing a body are over.

“Yeah.” The other boy nods, pointing to the stack of books they’d picked up at the library. “Gonna try and get through The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.”

“Have fun.” The older quipped, more than a hint of tease.

The book is a mix of history, biography and biology that Danny himself would never have picked up. But at the library, he had watched as Jamie’s eyes lit up with excitement when spotting it. Oh, how Danny’s brightly own eyes had sparked at that excitement, sharing a measure of his brother’s joy.

Danny prepares for work, phasing the thermos into his side to keep it safe; no way was he leaving it here, alone with his brother. The half ghost dresses. He rides the bus across town. Takes orders, makes coffee, cleans the floor. A typical shift all around until….

Just as he is clocking out, a twinge of his twin’s fear ripples through their ever-present bond.

Danny heart pounds, a surge of panic in response. Is Jamie okay? What’s-

“Hey, Jamie. Danny’s not here?” Jason stands at the door.

The scene blooms in his mind, as clear as the coffee shop’s floor at his feet.

“No. At work.” Jamie’s voice answers.  “He should be clocking out about now though.”

“Alright.” Their neighbor smiles softly. “Do you want to help me surprise him with some cookies?”

“Uh… sure?” The tentative reply.

Jason lets himself in and Danny finally notices through Jamie’s eyes the large canvas bag he holds in either hand.

Through Jamie’s eyes… he must be seeing what his twin is.

“These are gonna be really great.” The man starts. “Not as good as my Gramps’. His start wars just as much as they end them.” He chuckles. “But he did try to teach me.”

The vision ends and Danny is left staring at the peg where he had been hanging his apron. One of his coworkers gives him an odd look and he hurries out of the store and towards the bus stop.

While Danny walks, words from outside himself poke at his core. It’s alright. Wanted to show you what was happening. No need to hurry.

Jamie soothes him and the half ghost gives a shaky sigh of relief. This is new, Jamie being able to sent him images through their bond. And words from so far away? His twin never ceases to surprise him.

Clumsily, Danny tries to reply back. Waiting for the bus. I’ll be home soon.

A mild confusion ripples down the line. Waiting? Home? Didn’t get all that. Need to focus on Jason though. Later.

The half ghost huffs. Well, that wasn’t the most successful. He feels the emotional communication trickle to a stop, his link to Jamie quiet and still.

Soon enough, the bus arrives. Danny rides back. He tries not to anxiously tap his foot, tries not to project that feeling to Jamie. As much as he likes Jason, he can’t help but share his brother’s worry. This is Jamie’s first time interacting with Jason by himself. And he still doesn’t know what he’ll do if the truth about his twin’s origin comes out to their neighbor.

Danny gets off the bus. He walks the few blocks back to their apartment, nervousness swirling in his gut all the while.

But as he approaches the door, hearing Jamie laugh at something Jason said, the familiar ease he’s started to feel with the neighbor slides right into place.

“Hey Jason.” Danny opens the door, giving the man a cheery wave. “Are the cookies ready?”

“What cookies?” Jason asks, innocently stepping in front of the oven.

“The one’s your Gramps makes,” The boy raises an eyebrow. “That apparently start and end wars.”

“How do you know about that?” The neighbor blinks once, raising his own eyebrow teasingly.

“Twin telepathy.” Danny grins cheekily.

Jason laughs. Then… he pauses a look a realization flickering across his face. “You’re not kidding, are you? Is that you two’s meta ability?”

A flash of panic. The older brother trades a look with the younger who just shrugs. “Yeah. We’ve got this… empathic bond, I guess. It’s feelings most of the time.”

“But can be words or pictures.” Jamie adds.

Jason nods in understanding. But he doesn’t press, doesn’t ask anymore questions. The three eat cookies and talk about the book Jamie picked out at the library.

As he’s leaving, the neighbor eyes the bandage on Danny’s shoulder. “What happened there?”

“I wasn’t watching where I was going running to catch the bus yesterday and run into a light post.” The boy shrugs, casual with the lie.

For a second, a dubious look crosses Jason’s face. Then a flicker of worry. “How’d it manage to scratch you? I hope you’re up on your tetanus shot.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Danny brushes him off. “I’m up to date.”

Still, Jason looks dubious. And yet still, he does not press.

At the same time, Jamie pales, trying to his best to hide the significant look he’s giving Danny.

Danny’s head tilts, brow furrowing as Jason leaves. The door closes. A second passes, two, ten. Then…

“Jason is the Red Hood.” Jamie blurts out.

The proclamation feels like a blow to the head. “What?!” In the next second, Danny slams hands over his mouth, trying to muffle the shout. “What? How? Are you sure?”

The clone nods vigorously. “Sure. He noticed this ankle isn’t twisted.” He flexes the previously injured joint. “Tried to look like he didn’t, like he wasn’t surprised. But saw that he was.”

“Okay.” Danny takes a breath, trying to calm the flash of panic.  “That doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”

But…. The way Jason asked about the cut on his arm, the way he reacted to the answer was strange and…

“Jason’s death aura….” Jamie cuts in. “It feels the same as Hood’s.”

The older boy’s protesting mouth snaps shut. “It… does.” He feels very foolish right now. “How… how didn’t I notice?”

His twin frowns biting his lip. “It was stronger yesterday when he was fighting.” He raises his hands to his head, tugging at his hair. “Why would we think our normal neighbor’s a vigilante?”

That is a fair point. He has had no reason to suspect before now. Except Jason always disappeared to work during rogue attacks. And Damian climbed up the fire escape and threatened to stab him. Is Jason’s family the other Bats?

“He… he saw everything.” Jamie stutters, cutting into Danny’s thoughts. “Spectra and you as Phantom and….” His eyes flicker back to Danny’s bandage. “Spectra’s scratch.” His eyes pop wide, fixing on Danny. “You told him we’re related.”

“Yes. I did.” Now it’s Danny’s turn to bite his lip.

“Does he know about us being ghosts?” And finally, now a jolt of anxiety buzzes from his twin

“He might…” The older half ghost frowns. “We could confront him. If he doesn’t know for sure now, he’ll work it out-“

“No!” Jamie interrupts forcefully. “We can’t… we can’t tell him!”

“Jamie-“

“He might not know.” The clone continues. “But we know his secret. We have the advantage. But… if he knows, he’ll tell the other Bats. And they might kick us out and-”

“Jamie, It’s okay.” Danny places a hand on his twins’. This worryingly sounds like their conversation from last night. “They’re not going to kick us out. Jason likes us. Besides, maybe they can help us, maybe better than the Meta Human Foundation can.” He bits his lip, at the same time guilt pricks at his heart; with everything that happened last night, he forgot to tell Jamie about his talk with Duke.

“That… maybe that’s true. Jason is nice; he cares about us.” The younger boy vigorously shakes his head. “But… but…”

“But what?” Danny gently prods.

Jamie looks down, biting his lip in hesitation.

“I know that you’re scared.” Danny sighs. “I am too. But we can’t do nothing. Either we confront Jason now, or he confronts us. Or knowing my luck, something happens and we don’t have a choice but to tell him. It’s better to do it now, on our terms.” The older boy’s brow furrow in gentle question. “Do you understand?”

“Ye…yes. But… we can’t.” Still, his twin insists. “Just… we can’t.”

“Jamie…” Danny sucks in a breath, feeling annoyance start to clash with his worry. “You can’t keep-“

“I…I can’t.” Jamie interrupts, voice trembling with desperation. “I can’t.”

The older’s eyes widen, any annoyance evaporating at that desperation, at the magnitude of it. It echoes back to just weeks ago, when Jamie plead that the twins having each other was not a lie. When his brother begged to be allowed to exist.

“Not… not ready.” The clone continues. “I’m not… not ready for Jason to know the truth.”

“Okay.” Again, just like that, Danny gives. “Okay.”

After everything — their fight last night, Spectra, Jamie finally gaining his own body – Jamie needs to lead. His twin needs to feel safe, stable, secure.

“We won’t to go talk to him tonight. And I won’t push you until you’re ready.”

Jamie lets out a breath, just a hint of relief. “Thanks.”

“Not be fast.” Danny points, giving his brother a serious, though still kind look. “We’re not putting this off forever. What do you need to be ready to talk to Jason?”

The clone’s frown deepens, shoulders rising. “Don’t… don’t know.”

“Maybe we could practice? I could help you rehearse how you want to explain things.” Danny offers. “Or you could write it down?”

Jamie perks up at that. “Like a letter?”

“Yeah. You could write what you want to tell Jason.”

With a nod, the clone agrees.

The two settle for bed and again, Jamie lasts through the night.

In the morning, the twins head to the corner shop. Danny buys breakfast while Jamie picks out notebooks and pens. The older half ghost goes to work while the younger stays home.

“See you later.” Danny waves, leaving his twin lying on the floor with his new writing supplies.

Stupid letter. The words occasionally echo across his link to Jamie, with twinges of annoyance.

The older half ghost returns home to find the apartment covered with balled up paper.

“It’s too hard.” Jamie groans, sinking his head against one last half-scratched sheet.

“You’ll figure it out.” Danny encourages. He reaches for a piece of paper, unballing it. “Maybe I can help-“

“Not yours.” His twin sits up with a hiss. He swipes the paper out of Danny’s hand.

“Alright.” The older puts his hands up disarmingly.

Danny does not press, despite his worry. Instead… “Let’s make some food. I bet you’re starving. I definitely am.”

“Hungry too.” Jamie agrees with a nod.

The two put on music while cooking. Danny grabs a large pot and a box of pasta from the cabinets, setting the water to boil. Jamie finds the cutting board and knife to cut up carrots for a salad.

Danny hums along to the music, dropping the noodles into the boiling water. A shocked gasp sounds behind him, the clatter of a knife dropping.

“What happened?” Danny turns rapidly, anxious eyes on Jamie.

“It’s fine.” The clone cuts in quickly, covering his finger. “I’m fine.”

“Did you cut yourself?” The older boy steps forward, reaching for the finger suspiciously cradled in Jamie’s left hand.

“I’m fine.” Again, the younger insists.

Still, with Danny’s pleading look, Jamie reluctantly hands over the injured hand. Neon green wells on the middle finger.

Danny frowns. “Let’s get this wrapped up.”

He retrieves a bandage for Jamie, returning to the kitchen to find his twin washing the area before grabbing and holding a paper towel over it.

“Here you go.” The older boy offers the bandage.

Jamie takes it, lifting the paper.

“Is that even a cut?” Danny chuckles to cut the tension, barely catching sight of the tiny break in the skin. He shakes his head amusedly. “We need to keep you away from knives.”

The clone rolls his eyes. “Jamie is fine with knives.”

The older half ghost’s lips twitch into a frown. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?” Jamie’s brow wrinkles, turning back to his cutting board.

“You used first person. ‘I’m fine.’ Then you went back to just saying Jamie.”

“Yeah. So?” The younger boy shrugs, forcibly casual.

“So?” Danny furrows his brow at the question. “Jamie is you, not some…” He waves his hands vaguely, trying to put together the words. “Not some other person other person you’re speaking for. You can use the first person.”

There is a pause. Then… Jamie turns to looks at him, sighing. “It’s not that easy. It’s…it’s...” The clone blows out a breath, shaking his head. “It’s… Jamie is easy, farther away. I.. me is hard. It’s close. It’s… scary.”

Danny’s eyes soft, round with worry. “Why is it scary?”

Before Jamie can answer, the pasta is boiling over and the smoke alarm is going off. The conversation is lost in the bustle of opening the windows and salvaging dinner.

Later when Danny is taking out the trash, he sees Jason in the hall. The two meet eyes and the half ghost knows. Jason knows that he is the ghost boy from that night. Just the subtlest raise of the vigilante’s eyebrow… does Jason know that the twins know about Red Hood as well?

“Danny, here.” Jamie opens the door, holding out a tied-closed shopping bag. “You forgot the bathroom.”

“Oh, thanks.” Danny takes the bag.

A tentative look between his brother and their neighbor. Jamie’s No is audible in his head, despite the clone’s even expression.

With a sigh, the older half ghost walks to the stairs, passed a vaguely questioning looking Jason.

The encounters with the neighbor over the next few days are much the same, an awkward dance of who knows what truth and whether either will speak. Danny debates what he’ll do if Jason finally presses the issue. At the same time, he tries his best to balance the need for action and for patience with his brother.

Another difficult conversation between the brothers and Jamie tentatively agrees to meet with someone from the Meta Human Foundation by the end of the next week. But stubbornly, on the question of confronting Jason…

“Not until the letter is done.” Jamie crosses his arms petulantly.

Over the past several days, Jamie had continued trying to write his letter while Danny was at work. Their trashcan overflows with drafts, ink staining the clone’s fingers.

“You could let me help.” Danny again offers. “What are you trying to figure out how to say?”

“No.” Again, Jamie refuses. “Can do it by myself.”

As proud as he is with the first-person pronoun… The older half ghost sighs. “This isn’t actually about getting the right words, is it?”

The clone averts his eyes, a green blush starting to rise.

“What about talking to Jason is worrying you?” Danny asks, leaning closer. “Is it a ghost thing?” He remembers Jamie’s surprise and guilt when he realized that his original was human and he wasn’t. The clone’s humanity has grown a lot since then, even if he still bleeds green, but… “I don’t care if you’re more ghost than human. And I don’t think Jason will either. With that death aura, I won’t be surprised if he’s a little ghostly himself.”

“No, it’s not that.” Jamie shook his head, biting his lip.

Danny’s brow furrows. “If it’s not a ghost thing bothering you, then…is it a clone thing?”

A long, heavy pause. Jamie’s fingers dig into the couch’s arm rest… and the older half ghost suspects he hit the nail on the head.

“Jamie, listen to me.” The older boy takes in a breath, letting earnestness fill his words. “If Jason has a problem with that, or any of the other Bats, I will personally beat them up for you. You’re my family, no matter what and-“

“No. That’s not it.” Jamie interrupts, hissing through his teeth. “That’s not…” Another hissing breath. “That’s part of it. But Jamie isn’t just some clone. There’s… more. More history. More…” He shakes his head vigorously. “It doesn’t matter.”

Danny blinks. “Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” The clone’s arm cross, turning away. “Don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Jamie-“

His brother’s nostrils flare; for just a second, Danny wonders if he actually does see smoke. “Don’t. Want. To. Talk. About. It.”

Danny’s own nostrils flare, wanting to return the sudden anger in kind but…. The image of opening that bathroom door to find Jamie gone hits him. Any response dies in his throat, replaced by a grieved, fearful thickness.

Ever since Jamie stabilized in his own body, they’ve been going in circles. His brother is fearful, closed off to him. And… and Danny doesn’t know what to do. He wishes Jazz was here, that it was safe to call her. She would know to say, how to get the younger boy to open up.

The older half ghost heaves out a breath. Yet another reason they need to talk to Jason. With the Bats help, maybe they can find a way to safely talk to Jazz and Sam and Tucker. A familiar grief pricks him. He misses his friends and sister so much. And… the three don’t even know about his new little brother. That will be an interesting conversation.

Danny rubs his brow, at a loss.

In the meantime, the clone goes back to his paper. More ink stains his fingers, this time green. After a moment, the boy hisses, the paper’s edge raising a bead of ectoplasm on his thumb.

Dutifully, Danny rises for a bandage. Again, he helps his brother apply it.

Again, he wonders. What is he going to do?

Note: Rest assured, the confrontation with Jason is coming very soon! The build up just kept getting longer and longer so I decided to end the chapter here and put that in the next one. I hope you enjoyed!

[lovelylotusf1]

yukierre + marking/possessiveness

rubs hands evilly

Baby's first yukierre! i turned this around in my brain a little too much, which is why it took so long, sorry! Hope you like it <3

(For the kink prompts, feel free to send some!)

“Be careful, Yukino,” Pierre says, clawing at Yuki's back, fingers digging into the fabric of Yuki's shirt like a cat attacking its owner after showing its belly. Like he isn't sure whether he'll actually allow Yuki to do this.

Above him, Yuki rolls his eyes. “You wouldn't die from hickeys. You give them to me all the time and I am not dead.”

Pierre snorts. It lightens the charged air around them a little bit, the way they can still joke around when Yuki is basically straddling him.

“You are scaring me, Yuki. Now I think you will kill me. Maybe you are poisonous like a snake.”

Yuki laughs. “Don't be stupid, Pierre. Or do you wish to admit that you're a chicken and a liar. Saying you would do this when you lose and then not doing it.”

Pierre shuts up quickly after that. He hates and loves how Yuki knows him this well, knows that playing off of Pierre's ego is the best way to get him to do something.

The thing is, this whole thing was meant as a joke. A stupid challenge Pierre thought he would win no matter what. Whoever wins their golf match gets to mark the other up. Of course Pierre thought he would win, else he wouldn't have challenged Yuki in the first place.

But now he's here, heart hammering in his chest and cock twitching pathetically in his pants just at the thought of what's about to happen.

Yuki leans down and Pierre gasps as he feels the wetness of Yuki's mouth against his neck. Instinctively, he tilts his head back to give Yuki better access. And lets out a high whine when Yuki sucks the first mark of the evening into his skin.

Yuki’s not careful about it. He immediately goes all in, the same way as he races. Sees the gap and goes for it, full throttle. The gap in this situation being Pierre going slack, melting into the soft mattress and letting out needy sounds he never thought he could make.

Liquid fire runs through Pierre's veins when he hears himself, rushing up to his face to match the colour of his newly acquired hickeys. Every lick and bite at his neck is another zap of electricity travelling through him, and his hips start moving all by themselves.

“You like that?” Yuki asks as if Pierre isn't unabashedly rubbing his cock against Yuki's ass. As if Pierre isn't whimpering like he's going to fall apart any second now.

“Shut uh—” Pierre’s words teeter off into a loud moan as Yuki places another hickey right over his collarbone.

Yuki smiles at him, and out of all of Yuki's smiles that Pierre has memorised like a well-loved book, none of them have had this pure hunger to them. “You like everyone knowing you're mine?”

And oh. Pierre hadn't let himself go there.

Sure, he likes people knowing that Yuki belongs to him. Likes to throw his arms around him in public, to put him in headlocks, to grab him and squeeze him and make him laugh the way he only does with Pierre. But until now, Pierre had pushed the thought of him being the one who Yuki is possessive over to the back of his mind.

Pierre keens, arching his back and pressing Yuki closer at the same time. Imagines how he must look right now, blushing and desperate, skin blooming with red and purple marks. Letting everyone know that he's taken. That he belongs to Yuki.

“Pierre, I asked something.”

Pierre groans. “Yes. Yes I like it.”

As if to reward him, Yuki licks a wet stripe over his neck before he bites down once more. Maybe he found a spot that isn't marked already. Maybe he won't stop until there is no place left on Pierre's skin that's untouched by Yuki. Pierre makes a strangled noise.

Yuki pulls away with a pop, a string of spit connecting his mouth to Pierre's skin. “But if you enjoy it, then it isn’t really a punishment for losing. It's a bit unfair.”

Pierre's head has started spinning so fast, he doesn't quite comprehend what Yuki is saying. For a second, he thinks that maybe Yuki slipped into Japanese before Pierre's brain finally catches up with what Yuki wants.

It takes him longer than he would have liked to form a coherent sentence that's more than just quiet whimpers. And still, he ends up sounding whiny and out of breath. “But that is what we said. You cannot change the terms, Yukino.”

“I could,” Yuki replies. “And maybe I could fuck you this time. Isn't this also marking? What do you say?”

Yuki sounds so nonchalant. As if he's talking about a new kind of sushi he tried out today and not as if he tilted Pierre's entire world on its axis.

Still, all Pierre can do is moan and nod. And spread his legs so Yuki knows his answer.

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Do you have any favorite bl dramas or bl series that you watched that came out this year? What are they if you have any?

Hi Anon 🥰

It is finally the end of the year and I can answer this ask. It was more difficult than I thought. Not because there were so many series that I loved, but because there were so few that I completely liked. There are some really good shows out there that I haven't watched yet, I definitely watched less shows this year than I did in 2023, but I was able to find ten shows that I really liked and enjoyed and would recommend without a second thought.

So here we go, in no particular order.

ThamePo

Well this series has only three episodes out and I am completely in love with it. If this is going down bad in the end, I don't want to know yet... It is just the most romantic shit I have seen this whole year!

Let Free The Curse Of Taekwondo

This series hurt us all at some point... or during the whole middle part. But it was such a real series and so good produced and with great acting.

Your Sky

And another series that is still ongoing. This is the cutest series right now. They make me blush really hard every sunday!

Jack and Joker

Yes, this series has it flaws and plot-holes, but I loved every bit of it. This series had some of the best characters this year, especially the grandma! A real hero!

Love For Love's Sake

I would say, this is my favorite show of the year. I loved every second of it. There was a meaning behind everything and reading all the meta about this show was a delight.

Cherry Magic Thailand

Who would have thought that Thailand could produce such a delightful adaptation of this popular Japanese classic? It was adorable.

Unknown

My second favorite series this year. The spell this series put on me was something else. I couldn't think about anything else at the time.

The On1y One

My beloved stepbrothers without a chance of telling the other one that they love each other. I am still upset about the ending. But the stuff we had until then was so good!

The Boyfriend

Yes, this is a dating show. And I was obsessed with it and especially with Dai and Shun. The fact that those two are still a couple is so great! It is really worth a watch.

The Nipple Talk

I have the feeling nobody talked about this show. But it was good! It was entertaining and mature and a little bit over the top at times. I had a blast watching the group of friend manoeuvring through life.

Well that was my little list of favorite bls of 2024.

[anonymousewrites]

Lavender for Royalty; Sage for Wisdom (Book 1) Chapter Ten

Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Chapter Ten: Carnation for Fascination

Summary: The Host Club meets the Zuka Club. Mortal enemies are made

            “(Y/N), you look so chivalrous!” said their current guest, a heavy blush on her cheeks.

            “I need to be prepared to protect you, my lady,” said (Y/N). Today, the theme was “knights,” so they had on (well-made) prop armor. “After all, it’s my duty and my honor.” They smiled and gave a bow.

            The girl nearly fainted back into her friend’s arms.

            “Ah, princess, even if this world ends, I wish to be your knight, protecting you with my life,” declared Tamaki, kissing the back of his guest’s hand.

            “Oh, Tamaki!” sighed the girls.

            “Is that so?” Tamaki looked over at where a girl sipping tea looked up. “But isn’t ‘to protect with my life’ a selfish vow? Do you think the girl left behind would be happy?”

            The hosts glanced at each other, surprised. That was an unexpected reaction.

            “It can’t be helped, Miss Suzuran,” said a second girl, sitting across from Suzuran. “Men are lowly creatures who value their pride above all. They can’t even protect themselves, yet they believe women owe them for something.”

            (Y/N) covered their mouth to prevent a chuckle. A bit harsh, but I have met a lot of men like that…

            “Hinagiku, quite well put,” said Suzuran.

            “That’s a rather strict view.” Tamaki still had a pleasant smile as he walked towards them, happy and ready to give them a nice time at the Host Club. “What kind of vow would you prefer?”

            “Well, I would never leave her alone.” The doors of the host club opened, and Haruhi, accompanied by a taller speaker—wow, pretty, thought (Y/N) (they were right, weren’t they?)—entered the room. “If we fight, we fight together. If fate decrees, let’s die in each other’s arms.” The girl knelt and kissed Haruhi’s hand.

            Haruhi, bless her soul, just looked a bit confused, but every other girls’ face erupted into a blush at the romantic declaration.

            “What?!” cried Tamaki, instantly upset at someone being so forward with Haruhi.

            “You’re late, Benibara,” said Hinagiku, happy to see her.

            “What a troublemaker you are,” said Suzuran, tutting and shaking her head. “And where’d you find someone so cute?”

            “Walking outside,” said Benibara. “Even with her disguise, I knew right away. Look at these bright eyes.”

            “Her skin is flawless!” said Hinagiku, patting Haruhi’s cheeks.

            “Really, such potential,” agreed Suzuran. “She’ll shine when polished.”

            “Wait! You’re mistaken, this is definitely a guy!” said Tamaki hurriedly.

            “Hands off, lowlife!” said Benibara before Tamaki could come close. He collapsed in fear.

            “Senpai—” Haruhi held out a hand to ask for help (Listen, being fawned over by pretty girls was some people’s dreams, but Haruhi didn’t need the attention. Really. Her dad and Tamaki were annoying enough).

            “Ladies,” said (Y/N), stepping up with a smile. “I think Haruhi would like her personal space—” As they spoke, they took Haruhi’s hand and pulled her toward them.

            The instant Benibara’s eyes landed on (Y/N), they widened. “Beautiful,” said Benibara, stepping forward. She tipped (Y/N)’s chin up and leaned towards them. “Utterly beautiful. Such a pity you’re dressing up as silly men.”

            “I’m not a girl…” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping. If this was the direction it was going, they were going to have a terrible time. They weren’t a girl or a boy. They were (Y/N).

            “You’re beautiful nonetheless,” said Benibara. “And you would look divine in a dress, if I may say so.”

            Oh. Oh, she’s good. Oh, no. (Y/N) fumbled for their words. They were used to flirting more, not someone else flirting with them.

            The sharp sound of a notebook closing drew all eyes. Kyoya was standing stiffly at the window, and he smiled coldly with his eyes closed. “You’re not from Ouran, so I shall excuse your rudeness once. Do not touch our hosts without their explicit consent.”

            “Not from Ouran?!” said Tamaki. “Who are they?”

            “We are from the esteem Saint Lobelia Institute,” said Benibara. She ripped off the male Ouran uniform to reveal her red and white Lobelia uniform. “Second year, Benio Amakusa.”

            Suzuran pulled off the yellow Ouran dress to reveal her true uniform. “Second year, Chizuru Maihara.”

            “First year, Hinako Tsuwabuki,” said Hinagiku.

            “We’re the Saint Lobelia Women’s Institute’s White Lily Club,” said the three together. “Otherwise known as the Zuka Club!”

            “Zuka Club?!” exclaimed all the Ouran students.

            “A WLW Host Club?” (Y/N) paused and considered. “Yeah, who wouldn’t want that?”

            “Senpai?” Haruhi sweat-dropped.

            (Y/N) shrugged in answer.

            A dark cloud was beginning to swirl around Kyoya’s head, and Haruhi looked between him and (Y/N) nervously. Oh boy…, she thought. She wasn’t entirely sure what Kyoya and (Y/N)’s deal was—though she had suspicions—but that didn’t look good for this incident…

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            The cloud of annoyance around the Shadow King’s aura didn’t let up through the rest of the day with the Host Club. The Zuka Club refused to leave, so the Host Club had to continue their duties while their guests kept being stolen by the three women, which was getting on all of their nerves. Furthermore, they kept bothering Haruhi and (Y/N)—or, really, complimenting Haruhi and flirting with (Y/N)—which was frustrating Tamaki and Kyoya greatly. By the time the Host Club was over and they were changed back into uniforms, they were all ready for the Zuka Club to leave.

            “A woman’s beauty lies in a pure mind, unyielding to superficial beauty, power, or lust,” said Suzuran.

            “ ‘Because you’re female,’ ‘even though you’re female…’ ” Hinagiku tsked. “I am disgusted by men’s discrimination against women.”

            “We desire relationships with equality of heart and soul,” said Benibara. “Even romantic relationships.” She looked at (Y/N) and smiled at the mention of romance.

            “Seriously, just go home,” said Kaoru and Hikaru, rolling their eyes. They were bored with the Zuka Club already.

            “It seems you have no words for our divine love,” said Hinagiku.

            “Don’t pick on them, Hinagiku,” said Suzuran. She smiled. “They’re just baffled that their host club skills have no effect on us.”

            “Actually, we don’t mind,” said (Y/N). “There are lesbian students at Ouran who aren’t effected and don’t come.” They shrugged.

            “Unaffected even by you?” Benibara hummed and tucked a piece of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. “I sincerely doubt it, Carnation.”

            White Lily Club sticks to their flowers, I guess. (Y/N) stepped back a little. It was flattering ((Y/N) understood why Benibara was so popular at Lobelia) but they weren’t interested in her.

            Benibara didn’t notice their movement and faced the Host Club. “I don’t care if you’re president is half-European or something. Using your superficial looks to spread false love and play with the pure hearts of women is completely unacceptable! Indulging your greed in the name of ‘club activities.’ ” She tsked. “And indulging delicate flowers such as they?!” She gestured at Haruhi, who looked confused, and (Y/N), who sighed. “Unforgivable! I swear to you, I will have the Host Club disbanded immediately!”

            “…(Y/N), are all rich people this weird?” said Haruhi.

            “The Zuka Club seems like a women-run Host Club, basically, so I think it might just be them,” said (Y/N).

            “Oh, great, I’m involved with the weird people,” sighed Haruhi.

            (Y/N) chuckled.

            “I understand your intent,” said Kyoya coldly. “But since our president is out cold from the culture shock—”

            “Of lesbians?” said (Y/N).

            “I think from them flirting with you,” said Haruhi.

            “And complimenting you,” said (Y/N). That would do it.

            “—can you come back later?” Kyoya wanted them out before he cracked.

            “Tamaki is a sleepyhead right now!” said Honey while Mori put a blanket over Tamaki on the couch.

            “A sleeping boy is a growing boy!” said the twins.

            “Then slap him awake! Don’t take me lightly!” Benibara gritted her teeth.

            “How about we all calm down?” said (Y/N), putting on their pleasant hosting smile. “Here, everyone, have some coffee.”

            “Thank you, how kind you are!” Benibara’s hand rested on (Y/N)’s shoulder, and she kissed their cheek.

            “O-Oh, you’re welcome,” said (Y/N), surprised again by Benibara’s forwardness. Is this how our guests feel? No. They know what they’re coming in for.

            “A rose among thorns,” said Suzuran, taking (Y/N)’s hand gracefully. “I believe you were right, Benibara. Vibrant as a carnation.”

            “Let’s have a tea party just the five of us!” Hinagiku took Haruhi’s arm excitedly.

            “Hey!” Tamaki leapt up from the couch at that touch. He grabbed Haruhi and (Y/N) and dragged them away from the girls. “You guys are all wrong! Haruhi and (Y/N) are in our club because they chose to be!”

            “I’m not,” said Haruhi, deadpanning.

            “Not the time,” winced (Y/N).

            “And what could you guys give them that we couldn’t—yow!” Tamaki jumped as Hinagiku “spilled” (dumped) her coffee on his hand. “Hot, hot!” Honey ran over to blow on his hand as he pouted, and Mori grabbed water.

            “They hardly seem worth talking to,” said Benibara, distastefully.

            You’re all weird, thought (Y/N) and Haruhi, exchanging glances. Rich people were always weird.

            “I’ve decided!” said Benibara. She pulled (Y/N) to her, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “I cannot keep these beautiful flowers at this club, knowing its current state! I will start the transfer process immediately and welcome them into the Zuka Club!”

            “Wait a second!” said Haruhi quickly, pulling (Y/N) away from Benibara. “There seems to be some misunderstanding, like the idea of the Host Club having a shallow history.”

            “It is,” said Kaoru. “It’s only been around for two years.”

            “The boss created it when he started high school,” said Hikaru, shrugging.

            Haruhi sweat-dropped but continued. “And I’ve never heard of Tamaki being half-European.”

            “No, Tamaki is half-European,” said Honey brightly. “His parents are French and Japanese.”

            Haruhi deflated some more. “And, uh, the Host Club isn’t greedy, but it’s not like we’re taking fees from customers.”

            “It’s more like a point system based on the amount that the girls by from our auction sit,” said Kyoya. “Look, Haruhi, your used mechanical pencil has gone for 41,000 yen.”

            “What?! I thought I’d lost that pencil!” Now Haruhi was pissed at the Host Club (not that (Y/N) could blame her). “I never heard any of this! I didn’t know we were taking money!”

            “Did you think we were providing this service for free?” said Kyoya. “We have event fees, costume fees, the customer’s beverages, etc. The profit is virtually nonexistent. 99% goes towards operations.”

            “That doesn’t give you the right to sell people’s belongings!” said Haruhi. “Thieves!”

            “It’s not stealing. We found it on the ground,” said the twins. (Y/N) whacked them upside the head, and they groaned. “Ow, senpai!”

            “(Y/N), say something to him!” said Haruhi, gesturing at Kyoya.

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I thought you knew.”

            Haruhi groaned and looked at the computer. “And why is there nothing of yours on here?!”

            “There is. It’s rare, so it sells for more.” (Y/N) smiled. “Scarcity raises prices.”

            “And so Kyoya doesn’t steal your stuff because of that?!” said Haruhi.

            Well, truthfully, Kyoya hadn’t realized he didn’t sell (Y/N)’s belongings as often as the other hosts. He had chalked it up to raising prices as they said and to the fact they were a commoner, but now that he had identified his…preference (feelings is such a scary word) for them, Kyoya was seeing his favoritism far more clearly. Ah, well. He wasn’t changing now.

            “I’m sorry, Haruhi! We weren’t hiding it from you!” Tamaki hugged her. “Here! I’ll give you my pencil! It has Teddy on it!”

            “I don’t want it,” said Haruhi, rolling her eyes.

            “And I will reveal the secret of my birth!” said Tamaki.

            “That’s one revelation I really don’t care about,” said Haruhi. “You are so obsessed by Japanese society, I never thought you had mixed heritage.”

            “Poor things, so taken advantage of by these hosts,” said Suzuran.

             Benibara threw Tamaki to the side so she and the Zuka Club could console Haruhi and (Y/N) for the loss of their belongings (ignoring the fact (Y/N) wasn’t bothered).

            “Dump these scoundrels and come with us!” said Hinagiku.

            “Wait, Hingiku, these flowers are still in shock,” said Benibara. “We’ll come back tomorrow.” She raised (Y/N)’s hand and kissed the back. “We hope to receive a good answer.” The Zuka Club walked out the door, leaving the Host Club on its own.

            They all looked nervously at Haruhi. She glared at them, and they winced.

            “I’ll take my leave for today,” she said, walking out the door.

            Yikes… thought the Host Club.

            “Waaaah!” cried Tamaki. “Telling her the truth was like throwing gas on a fire!”

            “The truth is the truth,” said Kyoya. “And that’s that.”

            (Y/N) crossed their arms, unimpressed. “You should have told her earlier.”

            “Perhaps,” said Kyoya. Currently, he was too busy thinking of how to ensure (Y/N) didn’t leave. He didn’t think they would, but he was to eliminate any possibility.

            “We probably shouldn’t have sold that mechanical pencil…” said Honey.

            “It could have been from her mother,” said Hikaru.

            “No, it had an electronics store logo on it,” said Kaoru. “It was a giveaway.”

            “…(Y/N)?” said Honey. “Are you mad? Are you going to leave?”

            “Why would I leave?” said (Y/N).

            “We made Haruhi mad…” said Honey.

            “And you do like girls,” said the twins.

            (Y/N) deadpanned and looked at the hosts. “You guys think that after doing all this work to get into Ouran and choosing to join the Host Club I’d just leave?” They chuckled. “No. I’m not leaving.”

            The hosts relaxed, and Kyoya straightened. The was good. It meant he didn’t have to blackmail Lobelia and Ouran into not letting (Y/N) transfer.

            “But what about Haruhi?” said Tamaki. He sighed. “Haruhi acts indifferent. But she prefers male clothing. And she likes girls fawning over her. Maybe…Maybe she’d rather be in the Zuka Club.”

            “Haruhi’s going to transfer?!” cried Honey. He grabbed (Y/N)’s uniform. “You have to stop her!”

            “It’s her decision,” said (Y/N). They doubted Haruhi would, but she was a smart person and determined, so…it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

            “What can we do?!” said the twins, panicked. “With her brains, Haruhi will have no problem passing the scholarship exam!”

            “Lobelia may even be willing to take care of her debt to the Host Club,” said Kyoya casually, causing Tamaki to flail in panic.

            “Calm down, everyone, and listen to me!” Tamaki looked at everyone with determination. “I have a great plan!”

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            “Everyone ready?” said Tamaki. “Haruhi and the Zuka Club are approaching!”

            “Yes!” said the hosts.

            The doors of the Host Club opened, and Haruhi and the Zuka Club’s jaw’s dropped. The hosts were dressed as women. Mori, Kyoya, and Tamaki were still wearing suits, but the makeup made their features more feminine—like how Benibara looked when she wore the Ouran man’s uniform. Kaoru, Hikaru, and Honey wore dresses and wigs to appear more feminine. (Y/N) looked the most like themself just in a deep blue dress like the color of Ouran’s uniforms with green and white stitching across the bodice.

            “Welcome,” greeted the hosts.

            The Zuka Club stared. “What…?”

            “Haruhi, welcome,” said the Hitachiin twins, smiling.

            “Haruhi, Haruhi, I’m a princess!” said Honey excitedly. “Does it suit me?”

            “What is the meaning of this?!” said Benibara. “Do you mean to insult us?!”

            “Insult? Absolutely not!” said Tamaki. “This is all according to plan! The ‘Two Tastes in One’ plan!”

            Haruhi deadpanned and looked at (Y/N). They shrugged and smiled. They were having fun.

            “Haruhi may be attracted to the Zuka Club, yes, but if she chooses her club, she’ll have brothers and sisters and siblings of all kinds!” declared Tamaki. “She can enjoy a Zuka Club atmosphere while at the Host Club!”

            “Haruhi, look! Aren’t we pretty?” said Tamaki excitedly.

            “How’s this, Haruhi?” said Hikaru, smiling. “We’re the Hitachiin sisters!”

            “Who’s more beautiful, your dad or us? Just kidding!” said Kaoru.

            “Haru, Haru, you can call me ‘Big Sis!’ ” said Honey, grinning.

            “My lady,” said (Y/N), jokingly bowing.

            “How dare you try to fool these flowers with a simple drag act!” said Benibara. “Cease this idiotic—”

            “Ha!” Haruhi covered her mouth and doubled over.  “I knew you guys were silly…but…” Her shoulders shook as she uncontrollably laughed. “This is the limit! It’s so illogical!”

            “Is it that funny?” teased those in dresses, and Haruhi exploded into laughter again. Tamaki stared at her expression, his gaze softening. (Y/N) smiled.

            “Young lady?” said Benibara.

            Haruhi stood and smiled at her. “I’m sorry. It takes all kinds, and I think you guys are doing something interesting, but I have a dream I want to fulfill. That’s why I came to Ouran. I never had any intention of leaving.”

            Honey and Tamaki grinned happily (Tamaki cried tears of happiness). The twins deadpanned and looked at one another in their dresses. Mori nodded in satisfaction. Kyoya began tallying the costs of makeup and outfits dejectedly. (Y/N) just smiled softly.

            “But if you never meant to leave, why’d you get all upset yesterday?!” cried Tamaki.

            “You sold my belongings! Of course I was mad.” Haruhi rolled her eyes. “Besides, I had to get to the supermarket for a sale.”

            “Of course,” said (Y/N), shaking their head and chuckling.”

            “Carnation?” said Benibara, approaching (Y/N). “You look so beautiful. At the Zuka Club, you could dress like this whenever you desired.”

            Kyoya looked up from his notebook and narrowed his eyes.

            (Y/N) smiled. “I know. But I can dress however I want already. I choose to dress masculine. Besides—” they looked at the other hosts “—these are my friends. Ouran is where I’ve made a place for myself. I appreciate your offer, but I’m not leaving.”

            “Very well.” Benibara kissed the back of (Y/N)’s hand gallantly. “We shall accept both of your decisions for now.”

            For now? Haruhi and (Y/N) sighed.

            “But we’re not giving up, flowers!” declared Benibara. “I swear to you, I will rescue you and destroy the Host Club.” She turned and walked out of Music Room 3 with Suzuran and Hinagiku.

            “We have rivals. Interesting,” said (Y/N).

            “Troublesome,” sighed Haruhi.

            “Haru, Haruhi, call me ‘Big Sis’ just once! Please? Please? Don’t I look cute!” said Honey, jumping onto her back.

            “Yeah, for all the trouble we went to, you should at least compliment us,” said the twins, putting their hands on their hips.

            Haruhi doubled over laughing again at their expressions, and the three grinned as they teased.

            (Y/N) watched in fond amusement.

            “(Y/N),” said Kyoya.

            They looked at him. “Yes, Kyoya?”

            “If you did wish to wear more feminine clothing on occasion, I would incorporate it into the costume plans,” said Kyoya. “The guests would enjoy it either way.” He would enjoy it either way. He liked (Y/N) in whatever form they chose to present.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Kyoya. I appreciate that.”

            “Of course.” Anything for them. Kyoya wanted them to stay. He wanted them to remain by his side for as long as possible. Forever.

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A New Light - Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: They had everything: love, achievements and a promising future. But the loss destroyed them from the inside out. Now, Lewis will do anything to rekindle the flame that brought them together, as they fight to turn the pain into a new chance to start over.

Part 1/2

In 2006, Lewis was still a promise on the circuit, an emerging talent who caught attention with each quick and precise lap. But beyond the tracks, there was something else that lit up his heart: it was during an event for fans and sponsors that he noticed you. In the crowd of admiring glances, yours was the only one he couldn't ignore. You smiled discreetly, almost shyly, but something about the way your eyes sparkled enchanted him.

After finishing everything, he decided to get closer. – "Hello, I'm Lewis." – he said, in a gentle tone, trying to hide the nervousness he rarely felt. He knew who he was on the floor, but outside of it, with you, everything felt new and exciting.

- "I know." – you replied, a little surprised, but with a smile that made him even more anxious. – "I'm a big fan of yours, but I think now I'm even more of a fan of your smile."

The words made Lewis blush slightly, and he laughed, lowering his eyes for a moment before replying: – "May I know your name? I think I'll want to hear it more often."

That brief conversation marked the beginning of something special. It wasn't long before you and Lewis started seeing each other. Each encounter was unique; he loved hearing your stories, seeing how you laughed at silly jokes, and the sound of your laughter became something he looked forward to on the tiring days of training. You fell in love naturally, in a way that seemed written by destiny.

When Lewis debuted in Formula 1 in 2007, his life changed completely. Now, the spotlight was always on him, and his fame grew with each victory and achievement. However, her presence was the only thing that made him feel at home. He talked about you in interviews and looked at the crowd for your face during every race. The two of you lived an epic romance, with an intensity that everyone around you could see.

The peak came in 2008, when Lewis won his first championship. The moment he got out of the car and took off his helmet, the first person he looked for was you. When he found you in the crowd, he walked past the photographers, ignored the reporters and walked over to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. - "I achieved." – he murmured, his eyes shining with happiness. – "And you were here with me, always."

In 2009, you got married in a private ceremony, with only your closest friends and family. Lewis whispered at the altar, his eyes full of emotion: – “You are my everything, today and always.” – with a smile, you replied: – “You are my love forever, Lewis.”

Three years later, in 2012, when they discovered they were pregnant, the joy was indescribable. Lewis smiled and talked about the baby all the time. He imagined himself as a father, and the two of you spent entire nights talking about the future, choosing names and discussing how the baby could have talent running through his veins.

But then one night, when everything seemed perfect, you woke up with excruciating pain in your lower abdomen. He woke Lewis up in fright, holding his arm tightly.

– "Lewis... something is wrong..."

He saw her fear in her eyes, and when he noticed the blood, he felt his heart stop. – "Come on love, I'm here. It's going to be okay." – he said as he carried her very carefully, trying to remain calm.

At the hospital you waited hand in hand, unable to speak, every second was torture. When the doctor finally found you with a sad look, the news hit you like a brutal wave.

The silence was broken by the sound of your crying, and Lewis, feeling the weight of loss, wrapped his arms around you. The two cried together, feeling the emptiness of a dream that would no longer live.

⎊𝙘𝙧𝙨𝙨𝙫𝙟𝙗 - ²⁰²⁴

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

The Chatty Round

Remus had never been used to girly stuff. He never fit in that world not even as Rosie. Reason why girls at his multiple schools used to make fun of him for being "different". Maybe because he had been a boy all along.

It was was quite different to take a peek to this world again. Now as Remus, actually as a boy. He never had female friends until he got to Hogwarts. So it was all new.

Remus actually didn't understand why these girls liked him so much, really. Apparently being gay was the key for girls to allow a boy inside their world and tell him things.

Here he was, in the girls dormitory. Actually lying on the girls' floor and listening to gossip.

They called it the "Chatty Round" and apparently they did it at least every week to tell each other about their problems, ask questions or mainly gossip between them.

Remus found it therapeutic, actually. Being surrounded by soft pillows, stuffed animals was sort of relaxing. Boys should do this instead of boiling up their feelings.

"So, I wish Dorcas was braver, you know what I mean?" Marlene was telling her story "And confront her stupid Slytherin friends when they are being arseholes..."

"Slytherins, my friend. They are cowards who save their own tails all the time" Mary tutted.

"Was that against Dorcas?"

"You called her a coward first!"

"She is my girlfriend and I can call her what I want!" Marlene sighed "God, I wish she could learn to be more herself and less a copied barbie"

"Sometimes bravery doesn't come from doing reckless stuff like leaving everyone around you behind, but by trying to change them step by step. Maybe that's what Dorcas is doing or trying to do" Remus said "Sometimes we love rotten people and had been around them for so long that we don't want to just leave them, you know?"

Remus was thinking about Fen, Grant and his other friends. They weren't rich bullies like the Slytherins and Dorcas's friends. They had done worse things but Remus understood how difficult it was to stop caring about them.

The girls' giggles made Remus get out of his memories.

"God, Remus" Mary said "Sometimes you speak like a wise old man"

"True! You sounded like you were a hundred years old" Marlene added.

"Oh shut up" Remus blushed against his will.

The girls laughed probably thinking he was adorable. They always used to say that.

"Can we address the elephant in the room, though?" Marlene continued "Will care to tell us Mary, who is your new bloke?"

Remus blinked. This was the whole purpose of being here. "Our little spy" The Marauders had called him. Basically they wanted information about the girl world. James about Lily and Peter about Mary. And Sirius... Sirius actually didn't care and Remus was very happy about that. Having Sirius interested in a girl would kill him.

"There's no one..."

"Oh please! You keep texting or having random calls with someone..." Marlene sounded impatient "Just tell us who he is"

"My mum and my brothers... I miss them dearly..."

"Oh please!! As if we believe that!"

"Really there's no one... Remus! Tell us about the boys you fancy around Hogwarts...."

"Oh yes, change the subject, Mary" Marlene tutted.

Remus, who had been taking mental note of Mary's potential boy to tell Peter, was caught up by the question.

"We can match you up with someone nice" Mary added.

Suddenly Remus didn't like the Chatty Round. It smelled too much like perfume.

If only he could have eyes for anyone else than Sirius. If only he had notice another bloke to tell these girls so they could move on. He couldn't tell them about his crush.

Remus cleared his throat "Why don't we ask Lily something? She's been oddly quiet"

It was true. Which was weird in Lily. The girl was only quiet when something was bothering her. And Remus who was closer to her, noticed she was biting her nails nervously.

Before Marlene could protest and Mary could ask more questions about Remus's potential love life, Lily miraculously spoke.

"I actually have something to say"

She sounded desperate like she had a big problem she didn't know what to do with.

"What's on your mind, Lils?" Marlene asked with worry.

Lily took a deep breath.

"I think I fancy James Potter"

There was a heavy silence in the room after that. After Remus assimilated Lily's words, he smiled. Because wow, finally! And wow, James would be thrilled.

Remus felt how Mary and Marlene broke the circle and turned to face Lily, probably to see if actually she was there and she had said what she had said. Remus followed. He was the only with a smile on his face while the girls had shocked expressions.

Lily realized she was being observed and turned to face them as well. Her cheeks were red as her messy hair.

"It is against the rules to break the circle" she swallowed "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Remus, Mary and Marlene looked between each other with thrilling smiles. And in the matter of seconds, everyone screamed. Mary with excitement. Marlene asking a lot of questions, Lily whining because she didn't know what to do.

Remus was overwhelmed by the loud feminine sound. But he kept smiling.

"Wait! Wait!" Marlene stopped everyone. "First of all" Then she touched Lily's forehead "Are you feeling well, Lily? Do you have a fever or something?"

Lily pushed Marlene's hand away.

"Other than this love sick thing, perfectly" Lily said "Although, I am kind of panicking"

Mary laughed "How sweet! Do you really fancy James?"

Lily blushed "I think so..." she said "I mean we are friends now, really good friends... And I like talking to him about random stuff of my day when we are on Headboy and Headgirl rounds..." she smiled "And he is so nice and good to me and everyone, especially first and second years. He is like a father to them... And it is so confusing because I am like their mother... And I feel so stupid because he called me beautiful today and I haven't been able to get that out of my head all day... His smile..."

"Wohoho..." Marlene grinned "You are actually love sick!"

Lily groaned and covered her face. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

Mary was beaming "Oh but it's lovely! James is going to be absolutely happy..."

Lily looked up like an animal in alert.

"Oh! He cannot know!"

"Why not, Lily?"

Remus was thrilled as well, because this was good. This was fantastic. Now both James and Lily felt the same for each other. If only James knew that he had a chance with Lily...

"Don't you dare Remus John Lupin!" Lily pointed a finger as if she was reading his mind.

"John?" Marlene asked amused.

Remus cursed the day he told Lily the story of how he got his second name.

"Don't you dare tell him!" Lily continued "What is said in the Chatty Round, stays in the Chatty Round"

"But Lily..."

"No!"

"Bollocks" Mary exclaimed with the sigh "Who invented the Chatty Round and its rules?"

"You did!" Marlene snapped "You and your urge to gossip"

Marlene then whined when Mary hit her head with a pillow.

"Unfortunately, Remus" Mary shrugged "Rules are rules"

"Rules are rules!!" Lily repeated more aggressively.

This reminded Remus of the Marauders Code. A stupid set of rules that his friends had written at twelve and followed like religion. James in fact had forbidden Remus to tell Lily that he still fancied her and wanted her more than friends.

"I want to do things right, Moony" he had said "I don't want her to feel pressured or feel like I am going back to being an idiot who asks her out again"

Pair of soding idiots. Why do Remus have to be in the middle?

"I know that you were friends with those idiots before and they think they have some sort of ownership over you, Remus" Lily spat crossing her arms "But you are our friend to now"

"Once in the circle, you can never get out" Marlene said making a gesture of cutting her own throat.

Remus looked between the three pair of eyes staring at him. Girls were scary sometimes.

"Fine! Fine!" he raised his hands "I won't say a thing"

Lily seemed relieved. She hugged Remus's waist. Remus smiled.

"Don't mind it, Remus" Mary grinned "We shall form a plan to make sure James and Lily get together"

Lily hid her face on Remus's chest.

"Oh please no! How embarrassing!" Lily whined.

"After five years, the girl finally says yes" Marlene shook her head "It feels like a cycle is finally ending"

They laughed and Remus found himself laughing with them. Sometimes being with these girls was chaotic as fuck, but Remus liked it. But sometimes there were moments of peace with them. Remus loved having them as friends.

"Will you shut up and let me sleep?"

They heard a fifth voice coming from one of the beds. Remus had learned that Hestia might be the girls' roommate but never shared anything with them. Mary, Marlene and Lily called her a boring old cow.

"First of all, this boy shouldn't be in our dorm at this time of the night"

"He has a name!" Mary spat.

"And second of all, just stop gossiping stupid nonsense and go to sleep!"

"Whatever you say, Jones" Marlene rolled his eyes.

But then Hestia raised his head and smiled slightly.

"Oh and Lily? It was about time you fancied Potter back" she said "You make a really good couple"

They all laughed at the way Lily blushed with that.

[beef-brisket]

((This is adorable!!))

Lucifer and Adam laughed as they entered the hotel, Adam was so immersed in his story that he didn't notice everyone staring.

Lucifer gave his daughter a small smile before continuing to listen to Adam.

Everyone watches as the two walk up the stairs, Angel was looking smug, Adam still looked hot, not that he expected anything else, but Angel knows how to make a look last for hours.

Vaggie: ...Since when was he blonde...?

Charlie: Don't know, but I think Adam looks adorable!

Nifty laughs: Like a model!

-

Adam: And then the stupid bitch thinks she could cut in front of me- ME! "Oh, I didn't see you!". Bitch, I'm nearly 12 feet tall! Didn't fucking see me.

Lucifer laughed as they made it to Adam's door. He could tell the first man was nervous.

Lucifer: Alright, this is your stop.

Adam: Uh, yeah. I guess so...

Lucifer smiled as Adam played with his fingers, poor guy was REALLY nervous.

Adam: Did you... uh... do you want to come I for a coffee? Or something?

Lucifer straightened his jacket: No, thank you, Adam. I have an early morning. And so di you, redemption is hard work after all.

Adam blinks and stares down at Lucifer: Oh, uh... yeah, right. Redemption. I'm meant to be good... and not horny, got it.

Lucifer laughs: You're not horny, Adam. You're used to sex over feelings. Maybe you think that's all you're good at. And, I don't have to be Charlie to tell you, that's bullshit.

Adam can't say anything as Lucifer kissing his hand and smiles up at him.

Lucifer: I had a great time tonight, I'd love to do this again. Maybe we could go out for breakfast sometime.

Adam blushes and nods: W-We can do breakfast.

Lucifer: Great! Goodnight, Adam.

Adam watches as Lucifer walks away. He's never been on a proper date before. He's had to buy a chick dinner once, but that's about it.

Closing his door, Adam fell back onto his bed. He didn't hate that as much as he thought he would. The leaving eith no sex thing was a bit weird, and he wasn't sure he'd get used to it.

Lucifer wants something. He'll fuck him eventually. Adam's cock is the only redeeming quality about him. He's tried many times to change it, but eventually, there was no point.

Adam sighs and rubs his eyes. Lucifer still has to hate him. Why wouldn't he? Adam's only been here a few months, and he hasn't made much progress.

Maybe he's waiting for the perfect moment to humiliate Adam. Like he did that day of the failed extermination.

Adam's let himself go.

Adam: Guess that's why he didn't want to fuck me... don't blame him. I wouldn't want me either...

Blonde!Adam au!

It's stupid and I love it.

After dying and waking up again in Hell, Adam's demon form is how he looked in Eden. Exactly.

Blonde hair and all.

Before Adam went to the hotel, he was able to fine (steal) himself some clothes, so he made sure to have a hoodie on so no one would see his hair.

The only times he'd take it off is when he's in his room. He's craving that hair dye, but he's too shit scared to leave his room, let alone the hotel (he doesn't know that part of his punishment is that hair dye doesn't work on him 🤷))

So far, his hoodie has been working fine until one morning when Adam is sick and is late for one of his sessions, and Lucifer teleports into his room.

Lucifer: I'm sick of you doing nothing! I allowed you here because you're meant to be working your ass off towards redemption! Now, get up! The sooner you do that, the sooner you can get out of my realm-!

Lucifer pulls back the covers. If Adam didn't feel like shit, he would have fought back.

Lucifer stares at Adam. He completely forgot that blonde was his natural colour.

He touches a strand, making Adam groan and try to smack Lucifer's hand away.

Lucifer: ...And they say my hair is like gold...

So everything is the same but Adam is just blonde as a sinner? If hair dye didn't work he would get a wig lmao

Adams laying there feeling like shit and Lucifer is just touching his hair lol 😆

[fuzzysoulyt]

Idk, he might be gay for August

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

my hamsters

[fan-of-a-lot]

Idk i just think make up should have swatches on websites if they cost more than $10

[medusagorgongirl1]

I love the idea of Tim being all clinical about Kon's crush on him. Like 'there must be something wrong with Kon, why else would he blush when I talk to him' and like proceeds to make a fucking murder board with picture and string connecting each 'event' like

02/27/2024, Incident: Kon stared at me while I trained, when I called him out he blushed profusely and stuttered, obviously he is ill or compromised. Solution: keep a closer eye on him

03/04/2024, Incident: Keeping a closer eye on Kon appears to have flustered him. I caught him staring at me 7 times, each he seemed embarrassed by. Potentially he believes I am an imposter. Solution: team building exercise, and movie night

03/06/2024, Incident: movie night proves that Kon must be having emotional or social issues. Team building went fine, but Kon seemed disturbed at sharing a blanket with me, he went very rigid when I leaned against him, I fear that the Kent's may be mistreating him. Solution: subtley question about home life.

03/08/2024, Incident: questioning about home life initially had Kon happy, then his demeanor became shy. He offered to show me his favorite restaurant near the Kent's and take me star gazing. He appeared very put out when I asked if Cassie and Bart would be coming. Solution: maybe Kon only expects me to realize the harmful habits of the Kent's.

03/14/2024, Incident: I was left in a critical condition after a mission, Kon refused to leave my side. That is normal as the rest of team refused to leave, but I swear he was holding my hand while I slept. Solution: Kon is more tactile that I thought?

03/16/2024, Incident: my memory of the mission and the events leading to my injury is better now. Kon is the one that caught me. Though I could swear that he was begging me not to leave him because he 'loves me'. Solution: request less morphine next injury.

03/21/2024, Incident: Kon said my injury gave him a lot to think of, he requested that we go on a "date" tonight. Solution: ask Kon if he got the phrase 'hang out' and 'date' mixed up

03/22/2024, Incident: Kon kissed me. Solution: I am an idiot.