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cherrycocaineee · 8 months ago

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41. Happy Birthday, Slut - Joker

*Synopsis: It’s Athena’s 19th birthday, it’s also been a complete year since she ran away with the Joker after he killed her abusive father. The Joker wants to make the day special for Athena, wants her to have a good birthday since it’s been awhile. And her birthday present…he’s got something special planned for that.*

*Warning: nsfw, 18+, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, choking, restraints, legal age gap, daddy kink, semi-public sex, whatever else you wanna consider a warning lol.*

*A/N: just a reminder that I’ve changed the character name to Athena bc I had my daughter five months ago and named her Paisley.*

*Athena’s p.o.v*

Rays of sunlight pierced through a crack in the black curtains that covered the large panel glass windows in the room. I groaned, stretching my bed over the black, silk sheets. The Joker wasn’t lying beside me but that was normal most days, he was probably down in his study or something. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I flinched when I touched the cold floor. The floor was always so cold, I really needed to get some slippers.

I push myself up and head to the master bathroom, turning the light on. I turned on the hot water before slipping out of my silk nightgown. It slipped off my body with ease, then I took off my underwear and climbed inside. Hot water cascaded down my small frame, soaking my hair as I rinsed off. I grabbed my loofah and washed my body, then moved on to washing my hair. After my shower, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, dried off then wrapped it around me before grabbing another towel to dry my hair.

As I walked out, I noticed the bed was remade and there was an outfit sitting out on the comforter. I looked around the room but didn’t see anyone. Either Mister J or one of his henchmen, Frost, did this. I walked over to the outfit and looked at it. It was a short sleeve, red dress with white polka dots and a low v-neck; it was also thigh high and I was sure if I bent over it would live zero to the imagination. There were a pair of white platform pumps that were absolutely gorgeous, a pair of ruby red earrings, and a small white handbag. It was a lovely outfit. I threw it on before going back into the bathroom where I straightened my hair and did my makeup.

My heels clicked against the marbled floor of the house as I walked down the stairs and headed towards Mister J’s study. Frost was just coming out when I arrived.

“Good morning, Frost.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Good morning, Athena.”

“Is Mister J in?”

He nodded his head before opening the door and letting me inside. I thanked him as he closed the door. Sitting behind his desk, Mister J was scribbling some stuff down on some papers; he looked up when he heard my heels. A grin stretched across his painted red lips.

“Ah, good morning, darling.”

He stood up from his chair and approached me, his tattooed hands immediately finding my hips. I smiled at him.

“Good morning, Mister J.”

Mister J leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Happy birthday,” he added against my lips.

My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. I giggled and touched his chest, my fingertips grazing over the opening of his blood red, button up shirt as well as the ink on his pale skin. He watched me.

“I’d completely forgotten,” I laughed.

Mister J laughed too, his fingers touching my face before his fingers gripped my chin and he crammed his lips onto mine. He kissed me for what felt like forever but when he pulled away it felt like the kiss had barely been there.

“Have you had breakfast yet, birthday girl?”

I shook my head “no.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the study down to the kitchen. I smiled as he looked at me.

“You look stunning in your new outfit, darling.” Mister J said.

“Thank you.”

In the kitchen, Mister J gestured for me to sit down on the barstool before he started making me breakfast. I watched him cook, it was rare for him to be in the kitchen making our own meals. He’d normally tell one of the cooks to do it.

“Well, aren’t I special,” I giggled

“You are special, darlin’.” He grinned.

When breakfast was cooked, Mister J placed my plate in front of me and stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. The food looked amazing. He had made me waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries on them, scrambled eggs because he knows I hate runny yolk, and some breakfast sausage. It was absolutely perfect.

“You aren’t going to eat?” I asked him, shoving a bite of egg in my mouth.

He grinned and shook his head, “no, I’ll be saving my appetite for later this evening.”

I was about to ask him what he meant but then his hands squeezed my exposed thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, it’s what I’ve been wanting too. Mister J and I hadn’t had sex the entire time we were together and that was because he had been so busy with so many things that he was tired. That and I was a virgin, so the thought of having sex immediately after we just got together didn’t seem appealing to me. I had been afraid that after I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave. But after awhile, I longed for him to touch every part of my body, to feel his cock inside my cunt, and the sounds he would make while he was fucking me.

Mister J tapped on my head. I hadn’t realized I had froze in deep thought.

“What’s running through that pretty, little head of yours, Athena?” He grinned.

I chewed the remainder of the egg in my mouth before swallowing it. I turned and looked at him, our blue eyes staring into each other. God, he was handsome, no one could convince me otherwise.

“Do you think that we could…uhm…” God this was embarrassing to ask for.

Mister J watched me intently, waiting for me to say what I was gonna say. I gulped, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Mister J teased, “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t use those pretty words of yours.”

A tease. He was a ginormous tease. He knew exactly what I wanted.

“Can we…can we please…please don’t make me say it.”

“Oh, well then you must not really want it.”

Asshole.

Mister J kissed my neck and I shivered as I felt him move along my neck. His hands squeezed my thighs and I moaned. He chuckled.

“Mister J,” I whimpered, “I need you.”

“Need me to what, darlin’?”

“N-need you to fuck me.”

He grinned wider than I have ever seen. He was waiting for this day just as much as I was. I bit my bottom lip and he stared longingly. He chuckled and looked at me.

“I sure can, but you’ll have to wait for tonight after all the fun birthday things we do. Now eat your breakfast, you’ll need the energy for what I have in store for you.”

Mister J walked away from me and headed off probably back to his office. I huffed. He was really making me wait until the end of the day, that was totally rude. I sighed and started finishing my breakfast. After I was done eating, I cleaned my dishes even though the cook insisted that she would do it. I shooed her away, telling her she does enough for me already. When I was finished cleaning my dishes, I headed to a different part of the house but was stopped by Frost.

“Miss Athena,” he said, “Mister J has asked me to tell you to go out to the car, he’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Oh? Are we going to his club?” I asked.

“No, he has something different planned.”

Frost didn’t say another word to me, he just walked away. I tilted my head and went outside to find Mister J waiting in his purple lamborghini. I approached the car, Mister J pushed the passenger’s side open for me like normal and I climbed in, closing the door.

“Ready, princess?”

“Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.

“Thought you might like to go shopping, get yourself whatever you want. You don’t really spend a lot of my money, so I figured this might be a treat. I’ll go with you so I can make sure you’re actually spending a lot.”

“You want me to spend a lot?” I asked, with wide eyes.

“Sweetheart, if it doesn’t say you spent the length of a phone number, I’ll be quite annoyed.”

My eyes widened. He wanted me to spend that much money. I did the math in my head and gasped.

“But the size of a phone number is like a billion dollars.”

“Exactly.”

Mister J started driving towards Gotham. He asked which store I’d like to go to first. I looked down at my phone wondering how the hell I was going to spend a billion dollars or if he was just exaggerating and I didn’t actually have to spend a billion. I perked up. This phone was the same phone I had since I moved to Gotham, Frost had picked it up when he went to get my belongings and kidnap my dad.

“I would like a new phone, if that’s okay.”

“‘Course it’s okay!” He laughed before driving me to a phone store.

People in Gotham didn’t really pay any attention to anyone unless they were being robbed or some other criminal act was being performed, mainly violence. So I wasn’t shocked when Mister J walked around the phone store with me, our hands clasped together, and no one jumped to call the police. I was looking at all the phones that they had on the floor while the Joker watched me. Finally I picked an Iphone 13 in a pink color. The Joker paid for it and we headed back to his lamborghini. For the remainder of the day, Mister J took me shopping at various different stores before taking me out to dinner later that evening. The restaurant he took me to was absolutely stunning. There was a chandelier directly above the entire restaurant that illuminated a soft glow over all the tables. Mister J and I were escorted to a VIP section so that neither one of us could be bothered. I was staring at all of the beautifully, expensive art that hung on the walls, the mahogany brown color that mixed with the egg shell white. The restaurant was gorgeous. We sat down and the waitress came in to take our order. Mister J ordered himself a large steak and I ordered myself a grilled chicken salad. I looked at Mister J.

“Thank you, for all of this today.”

“You’re welcome but the day’s not over and I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He had a mischievous grin on his face and I felt my heart rate speed up. He knew what he was doing, that asshole. Our food came and we started eating while chatting about random things. I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at him. He was handsome. From his green hair, to his ruby red lips, to his tattoos, and his muscular body. God, he wasn’t just handsome, he was sexy. I slowly chewed my food, it tasted good but I didn’t want it right now. Mister J looked up from his steak.

“You alright, darling?” He asked, grinning.

I didn’t answer him, I just stood up and walked over to him. I climbed into his lap and he looked at me, a grin stretched across his ruby red lips. I smiled back.

“Someone couldn’t wait, hm? Impatient little thing.”

“How can I wait when you’re sitting across from me looking so good,” I point out.

“Well who can argue there, doll?” He laughed, his hands moving to my hips, rubbing small circles against my exposed skin, “I can’t keep my eyes off you either.”

“Then why are we waiting?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

Mister J ran his hands down my hips to my exposed thighs. I shivered from his touch, my eyes wandering down his exposed chest. He always wore his shirts slightly unbuttoned, giving me a perfect view of his pretty, tattooed chest. I was getting so tired of fantasizing about him fucking his cock into me while I touched myself, I needed it. I ran my fingers down his chest before I started unbuttoning his shirt exposing more of his skin. I sighed softly as I leaned down and peppered his tattooed chest with kisses, leaving behind a trail of dusky rose lipstick against his pale skin. Mister J groaned. That sent a shiver up my spine. I loved how deep his groans were even if I’ve only ever heard them when he was frustrated with his work or someone was pissing him off. This was different, this was a groan of pleasure that I was giving him.

“Like that?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.

His hand went to my throat while his other stayed on my thigh. I grin as he moves closer to me.

“You know I do, doll.”

His grip on my thigh and my throat tighten just a little bit; not enough to hurt me but enough so he was holding me tight. I could feel my cunt practically drooling. Mister J slammed his lips against mine and we kissed feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I moaned, his tongue running over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. He tasted like steak, obviously, but I could also taste expensive scotch, smoke from his cigars, and just…him. I moaned as I grinded my hips against him, my aching cunt desperate for some type of friction. I was sure I was leaving behind a wet spot on his pants but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his lips from mine and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I moaned again, my movements becoming rougher as I felt his hard cock through his pants.

“So pretty,” he whispered before he lifted my dress revealing my black, lacy panties. He grinned softly. “Look at you. All ready, wrapping yourself all pretty for me.”

I moaned at his words. He grinned and pushed my dress up more until it was completely off of my body. My black, lacy bra being revealed. He growled, his eyes darkening in desire and lust. He pulled me closer to him, his lips attaching to my own. His tongue ran over my mouth and he groaned. I gasped as he squeezed my breast, my eyes rolling back as I filled his bulge pressed against my cunt.

“Mister J…”

“Ah,” he interrupted, “what’s my name?”

“Daddy,” I corrected; his grin stretching further across his face.

“What can daddy do for you?”

“Fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips my breast again and I moan. He held me close to his body, his piercing blue eyes staring into my lust filled eyes.

“Such a dirty slut wanting me to fuck you in this restaurant,” he grinned, “you like the idea of the waiter coming back in here seeing me stuff your sweet little pussy, huh?”

His words made my cunt even more wet. I moaned and nodded my head. Whatever got me railed sooner. Mister J pulled me off his lap, making me stand up. He got to his feet too, unclipping my bra with one hand, my breast fully exposed as he tied my wrist behind me back with my bra. The fabric was tight against my skin but I liked it. Once my hands were secured behind my back, Mister J pushed me down to my knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but not completely off; he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off before setting it down on his seat. I watched him with doe eyes as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and standing at attention, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. Drool slips past my lips and he grins.

“Open wide for daddy, baby.”

I don’t even hesitate or think about it, I just open my mouth. He guides his cock into my mouth and I moan as he fills my mouth. He moves his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth each thrust getting rougher and rougher as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Mister J groans as he grabs my head pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my hands struggling in the restraints he had me in. It was my bra so you’d think the fabric would be easily tearable but not for me. Mister J growled.

“That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock.”

The back of my throat made squelching noises as he fucked my face. I felt tears stream down my face but I was enjoying every moment of it. I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, groaning as I felt every vein that decorated his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I moaned around him. Mister J grunted before pulling me off his dick, I started gasping for air. He turns me around and pushes the food onto the floor before pushing me down on the table, my back facing him but my ass out. He grabs the fabric of my panties and rips them off, tearing the fabric easily. I moan. He kneeled down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, my eyes rolling back as he gave himself a perfect view of both my cunt and my asshole. Mister J spits on my pussy before devouring it, his tongue and mouth slurping and licking at my soaked cunt. I moaned, pressing my head against the table as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped my clit.

“Oh fucking god,” I moan out, I grip the side of the table.

Mister J keeps eating me out, his tongue pushing into my cunt. I tighten around his tongue and he growls. I try to move my hands but can’t. My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to cum.

“Daddy,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna c-cum.”

Mister J moved his mouth from my cunt, his chin dripping with my juices. He rubbed my clit harshly, the sound of my arousal echoing in the room mixing with both our heavy breathing. I moaned more as he looked up at me, grinning.

“Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

“Oh fuck, cumming, daddy.”

My knees buckled as I came hard, my eyes rolling back as a silent scream left my lungs. When I was done cumming, Mister J stood up and picked me up and placed me on the table, spreading my legs. I was still panting from the previous orgasm. Mister J spit on his cock before rubbing it over it and positioning himself in front of my pussy. I propped myself up the best I could so I could see him shove his cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed himself inside me, his cock stretching me out to his width. Mister J groaned.

“Such a tight, fucking pussy, doll.”

“Yeah, daddy?” I moan, he nods his head as he starts moving his hips faster and harder. I groan as he pounds into my cunt. Mister J reached his hand up and grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he fucked me. His hips moved at an animalistic speed, the table shaking back and forth, his hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me on the table.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, “you’re so f-fucking deep.”

Mister J grinned as he continued to fuck himself into me. I fall back on the table, my hands still secured behind my back. With each thrust, my breast bounced. Mister J leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, the speed of his hips never faltering.

“Such a stupid whore,” Mister J growled roughly, sweat collecting on his body. My own body glistened with a small film of sweat. Mister J grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back and drool started spilling from my lips and collecting on the table I was one. Mister J watched me, a grin on his face as he continued to move his hips roughly. My heart was hammering inside my chest as adrenaline and pleasure soaked every inch of my nerves. I couldn’t focus on anything else, just the way he cock stretched me out and the sounds coming from my wet cunt each time he drilled himself into me.

“Look at that,” Mister J grinned, “now we’re getting somewhere.”

My entire body was buzzing and I was approaching my climax once again. I moaned and arched my back the best I could with my hands behind my back. The fabric of my bra rubbed my wrist raw but I didn’t care.

“G-gonna cum,” I managed to pant out.

“Panting?” The Joker laughed, “like a bitch in heat. You wanna cum, doll, beg me for it.”

His words were so lewd, it was only gonna get more intense from here. I moaned and looked up at Mister J the best I could through teary eyes. I wasn’t crying from pain, but from pleasure.

“Please, daddy, wanna cum.” I whimper.

He laughs. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg daddy and I’ll let you make a pretty mess on my cock.”

“Daddy!” I moaned louder as he rubbed my clit at the same time as he fucked me, “f-fuck, please, please let me cum. Need it, need it so fucking bad. Wanna cum, please, please.” I didn’t care if the words made sense or anything, I just needed to cum. Mister J reached down and grabbed by my neck with his free hand and yanked me closer to him, his cock still working its magic. I moaned again.

“Cum.” It was an order. Either I cum now or not at all. So I came hard all over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back. I might have looked like the main character from the exorcist. A scream was ripped from my lungs as my juices coated every inch of his cock, my pussy squeezing around him. He groaned too but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled me up and sat down on his seat.

“Ride me.”

“T-tired.”

“Don’t think so, doll, you wanted to be an impatient brat, ride me.”

I moved myself up and down on his cock. His hands were on my hips as I bounced up and down. My hair bounced with the movement. My sweaty skin caused some strands to stick to me.

“That’s it. Ride daddy.”

“L-legs getting tired, daddy.”

Mister J looked up at me and smacked my face, not enough to physically cause me pain but enough to tell me that he didn’t care. He was right, I wanted this now and was too impatient to wait when I got home. There was a knock on the door and I covered my mouth. Mister J laughed and pulled my hand down.

“What is it?” He laughed.

The door opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me riding the Joker’s cock. Mister J pulled me off of him and bent me over the table.

“W-was just coming to check on you two,” the waiter stuttered out, I could see the growing tent in his pants.

“Hold on a second, kid,” Mister J said, he removed one of his golden chains and wrapped it around my neck before pulling on it. Not tight but enough for the cool metal to dig into my hot skin. He slammed himself in from behind and I moaned out again. By now I knew, without actually seeing, that I was completely fucked out. The waiter’s eyes met mine, which were teary eyed and my eyeliner and mascara probably smudged to hell.

“See that, kid. This dumb whore likes that you’re watching her get fucked. Her pussy is practically suffocating my cock.”

The waiter couldn’t move or say anything, he just stood there and watched; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh my fucking…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

“What a dumb slut,” Mister J laughed, “gonna cum on my dick again in front of this man?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Then let’s see it baby. Give this man a show.”

I moaned louder this time as I came hard on his cock for the second time, this being a total of three orgasms in I don’t know how long. Were we here for an hour, two, maybe it was closing time and that’s why the waiter came to check on us. Mister J rubbed my clit quickly and I felt a different type of pressure before I released and ended up squirting for the first time.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I cry out.

In front of me, the waiter now had a wet spot on his pants meaning he probably came too. Mister J smacked my ass roughly before grabbing it and continued to fuck himself into me.

“Gonna breed this cunt, baby, ready?”

I nod vigorously, still moaning and panting. Mister J fucked himself into my cunt a few more times before he growled and released his cum into my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt his entire seed push all the way inside me, deep. Mister J rutted against me, groaning as he watched my greedy pussy take all his cum before he pulled out. He zips himself back up and looks at the waiter.

“Bring the check.”

“Y-yes sir.” The waiter ran off and Mister J helped me to my feet.

He untied my hands from my bra and grinned down at me.

“Get dressed doll, sorry about your panties and bra. Looks like you’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your leg.”

He wasn’t actually sorry but I didn’t mind. In fact, I moaned at the thought. He wrapped his arms around me.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let’s get home so I can rough you up some more.”

I giggled and nodded as I got dressed. Mister J paid for the food that we didn’t eat, the waiter refused to make eye contact with either one of us, and we left. I was excited to see what more he had in store for me when we got home.

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theacedragon0w0 · 9 months ago

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Birthday Sage

I LOVE THE GUARD SQUAD SO MUCH AND THE POOKIES AS WELL YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY SO FRICKN AWESOME!!

I ONLY OWN BENJI, VLAD AND SAGE!

The other ocs here belong to @puffymucher @bigfatbimbo @mirconreadzztuff22 @imapuppy5000 @tamberwoof @helluvadyke

"Boss, what is it that you have to drag me across the entire nine circles for?" Sage asked as Velvette pulled Sage along as they were entering the Vee tower.

"Ok look we had to run some errands doll~"

"And that involved you having to talk to Camilla? Didn't you call her a wrinkle faced raisin cunt?"

Velvette waved her hand, "It's only banter darling!"

Entering the elevator, they were joined by Hazel, "Got whatcha need boss?" Bending down so Velvette can kiss the guard on her lips,

"Indeed, Sage I need you to were this," handing them a blindfold.

Sage placed their hands on their hips, "You really want to do it here in the elevator?"

Velvette lightly smacked Sage's arm, "Just put it on love."

Chuckling, Sage placed the bandana over her eyes, with Hazel helping secure the blindfold.

The two guided Sage to the penthouse. With Sage flicking their tongue to provide an extra help with navigating but Velvette grabbed their muzzle.

"No peeking Sage."

Sage nodded, "sorry ma'am." Obeying the task, thankfully Hazel kept them steady as Sage could feel that they were approaching the foyer.

After a couple of minutes, Sage felt Hazel and Velvette stand back.

"Ight Bluebell, you can take off the blind now."

Sage removed the cover and saw everyone surrounding them. Vlk, Rosalina, Iris, Sydney, Vlk, Orion, Xana, Willow, Athena, even Eva and Pip were there to.

All were wearing party hats and a large cake was held in front of Sage.

"What's all this?"

Pip ran to hug the lizard's leg, "It's your birthday Auncle Sage!"

Sage looked confused, "Birthday?"

Benji stepped in from the kitchen, "Well not your earth birthday honey, but the day you got sent down here."

Sage shooked their head, "but, how? what?" A million questions popped up in their head, they surely didn't tell anyone about this day, much less they expected anyone close enough to remember it.

Vlad tapped Sage's shoulder, "It was your wives' idea, especially Hazel as she twisted my arm about it."

Sage looked over to see Hazel wear a proud expression on her face.

Sage patted the pup's head, still confused, "but why did you guys did all of this? It's not like I really celebrate this day."

Vlk grabbed Sage's hands, "Because we want to celebrate you."

"But why?"

Xana groaned, "Because you aren't a shitty person dumbass! What? Someone had to say it!"

Everyone nodded, with Pip being the exception as Sage covered the pup's ears as Xana cursed.

Eva added, "Frankly we should have celebrated way sooner but we didn't want you to freak out too much."

Rosalina lifted Sage's chin, "Don't you see? We love you and we want to celebrate you being here, with us."

Iris playfully punched Sage's arm, "Yeah! You deserve it dork!"

Sydney pulled Sage into a side hug, "You are one of the kindest friend anyone can ask for."

"Agreed," everyone shouted.

Sage approached the cake, it was the shape of a motorcycle with a plastic dinosaur sitting on it, the left arm colored crudely with a black sharpie.

Sage looked at their friends and lovers, they were her family, more than whatever she had in the past.

Tears developed in her eyes, much to everyone's concern, Sage snorted.

"I'm sorry, I'm just,"

Sage took a deep breath,

"I'm so happy you guys exist!"

And Sage blew out the candles.

#hazbin hotel oc #oc x canon #hazbin hotel velvette #oc x oc #hazbin hotel #oh boy sage lore will be upon us #guard squad #giving yalls platonic kisses #sage you fucking dumbass you are loved

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little-diable · 3 years ago

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TomH1996 - Tom Holland (smut)

Happy Valentine's babes! 1/3 Imagines for @venomsilk Valentine's Bingo. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Once lovers, now enemies. Once Highschool sweethearts, now full of hate. But maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea for Tom to visit a camming website, maybe - just maybe - it was a good idea to watch her videos.

Warnings: 18+, sex, p in v, oral (f), cam girl reader, masturbation (f,m), teasing, exes to lovers

Pairing: Rich kid!Tom Holland x rich kid!fem!reader

Valentines Bingo fills: Rich kids x Cam Girl x Exes to Lovers (2.7k words)

Header by @hidingsikki

Tom had his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses, fingers wrapped around his champagne flute. It was the day of his birthday, a day he hated with a burning passion, wanting to leave his parent’s mansion and the party stacked with people he didn't know behind. The party was yet another show off event where his parents and their friends could flaunt their money, a chance to pay for expensive gifts and alcohol - anything to impress one another.

A few of his friends had been invited and of course she had been as well, the woman he hated as much as he hated the people he found himself surrounded with. But his hate for her reached far deeper than just simple anger flooding through his veins, no, he hated her as much as Demeter has hated Hades, as much as Athena hated Paris.

The two had been the classic couple, Highschool sweethearts that have been with one another for years. Till they had been forced to breakup, due to different colleges and the distance that would keep them apart. But their breakup had been more vile, more angry than both had hoped it would be. Tom's pride had pushed him into waves of anger and hurt, finding reasons to hate her as she had slowly moved on from him. Perhaps it had been a petty move, searching for reasons to hate her - forgetting all about the love he had once fostered.

But it had all changed the night Tom had been browsing through another website filled with cam girls and cam boys, only showing off his toned abs and his cock, pumping himself to the shows he’d watch. And there she was, legs spread, exposing her tight cunt to her viewers. At first he hadn’t recognized her, but the second his eyes had fallen upon the pictures hanging on the wall behind her, (y/n)'s name had spluttered from his lips, sound filling his room.

Perhaps he would tell her about it - at one point - though for now he kept his lips sealed, not wanting to spill her secret just yet. Tom was waiting for the right moment, a moment of weakness he could use in his interest.

The dress (y/n) was currently wearing showed off her legs, legs he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist as he’d bury his cock inside her. A mere memory of the nights they had once spent together. It was a sinful sight, leaving his cock hardening, mind wandering back to her show and the moans that had rumbled through her.

“Tom, darling. Come here,” his mother’s voice ripped him out of his thoughts, forcing him to step inside for a moment. Before Tom could come to a halt next to his parents, his eyes flickered down to his Rolex, wondering how much longer he’d have to stay before he could leave this pathetic party behind.

He caught her eyes from across the room, taking in her frame once again. Fuck, if he could, he’d take her right there and then, for all eyes to see, watching the heir of the Holland enterprise bury his cock in his exe's cunt.

“Why don’t you open some of your gifts?” His mother pushed him towards the stack of neatly wrapped presents, forcing a fake smile onto his thin lips. He didn’t pay any attention to the gifts he unwrapped, mind still hooked up on (y/n) and the wave of anger that would flood through him whenever he’d think of her. Tom’s skin was prickling as if he was skinning himself, leaving his old self behind, engulfed by darkness and lust.

But one gift managed to catch his attention, it was one of the pictures (y/n) had hung up on her wall, a picture of her and Tom, from years back. He heavily swallowed, meeting her smirking features with his glistening eyes. Why would she gift him something like this?

With his heart racing and his palms turning sweaty, Tom drowned the rest of his champagne, murmuring a few thank you's to the people that kept watching him. He pushed himself past his parents, out into the afternoon. It had taken him years to build up his walls, to keep himself distracted from (y/n) and their breakup, every stone had tumbled to the ground the second he had watched her make herself cum. Every minute he had found himself hating her had evaporated into thin air. Only leaving a smoke of pleasure behind.

“I was waiting for a thank you.” (Y/n) was leaning against his Porsche, arms crossed in front of her chest as he stepped closer with his jaw muscles ticking in anger. Spiteful words threatened to claw through him, wanting to taunt the smirking woman. But Tom didn’t get the chance to part his lips, breath knocked out of his lungs as she leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear.

“Next time change your username to something less obvious, TomH1996.” She left him standing with wide eyes, following her frame till she disappeared back inside. The fuck that rumbled through him could be heared from inside, coaxing a chuckle out of (y/n).

The game was on.

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That night (y/n) was lying on her bed, with only her bra left on and her soaked through panties exposed to the camera. Her hands danced up and down her thighs, moving closer to her cunt with every moan that bled from her lips. She was still wearing her jewelry, the golden rings Tom had gifted her years ago and the necklace she’d never take off.

“Fuck, I’m so wet. I want to be fucked so badly, wish one of you would be here with me.” Her words echoed through her room, picked up by the microphone of her laptop, bringing joy to her viewers. Deep inside she was hoping that Tom would find his way back to her page, the excitement that had bubbled through her as she had read his username last week had pushed her closer to the edge. She had cum to the thought of Tom with her back arched and eyes rolling into her head.

Something about their relationship kept her on her toes, she reciprocated the hatred Tom felt for her, urged on by the pleasure that would rumble through her whenever he’d spit her name. Nevertheless, she still found herself longing for the man she had once called her own, wanting to feel his hands on her skin again.

(Y/n) pulled her panties aside, her fingertips brushed through her wet slit, finding their way to her pulsing clit. She threw her head back, allowing her moans to fall from her lips like a shooting star darting across the dark sky, missed by the ones that didn’t pay enough attention.

The sound of another viewer joining her stream caught her attention, heart missing out a few beats as she read Tom’s username. He hadn’t changed a single letter - as if he was doing it on purpose. This time she’d put on a show, all for him and the thought of her ex railing her till the sun would rise above the still asleep community. His name burned on her tongue, wanting to bleed from her lips, to tease Tom - but she kept silent, not wanting to stroke the man’s ego. She didn’t stop rubbing her clit, not even as she reached for the toy she had placed next to her, wrapping her lips around it to wet the brightly colored silicone. Slowly, for all viewers to see, she began to fuck herself with it.

Wet sounds were picked up by her microphone, finding Tom with his twitching cock and his hand wrapped around his girth. It had taken him a few drinks, finding his confidence buried beneath a few shots of tequila. He had moved back to (y/n)'s page with trembling hands. Tom imagined her placed on his bed, whines rumbling through her - begging him to fuck her into oblivion.

“I’m already close.” Her eyes flickered down to the comment section, reading through the encouraging words, words to praise the panting woman, wanting to hear her loud moans. Tom had also commented - “moan my name” - written words that were followed by a generous tip. (Y/n)’s fingers picked up their speed, rubbing her clit with his name spluttering from her lips, silently wondering if Tom was currently fucking his hands, while he watched her stream.

“Oh, Tom. Fuck, fuck,” with his name rumbling through her, (y/n) came around the toy. She gave it a few more lazy thrusts, hoping to prolong her orgasm, not wanting to be ripped out of her bubble just yet. But the moment the first wave of exhaustion rolled upon her like an unexpected sandstorm, burying her beneath its heavy blanket, she ended the stream with a "till next time" leaving her.

(Y/n) plopped down on her mattress, eyes fluttering close as she tried to catch her breath. Her thoughts circled around Tom, trying to imagine his sweaty frame pressed against hers, with his muscular arms wrapped around her. She couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't broken up, would they live together by now? Would they think about starting a family together? Long lost dreams that were now left behind like a blanket of dust.

Her phone buzzed, forcing her eyes open. Without moving too much, (y/n) reached for her phone, eyes widening as Tom’s name popped up on the screen. It was a simple text, but the pants that left her shot shudders down her spine, buzzing through her like a bolt of lightning.

“Come over. Be quick, I don’t like to wait.”

Perhaps she should have deleted the message, perhaps she should have blocked his number and let him be - but (y/n) slowly rose from her bed and redressed herself with trembling hands. She was out of her house within minutes, feet carrying her down the streets to Tom’s. It had been months since she had last been there, invited to one of his parties, spending time with their mutual friends, only to tease one another with hurtful words.

Tom ripped the door open before she could knock on the expensive wood. He pulled her in as if she was a criminal in desperate need of shelter. She was his dirty secret - at least for this very night.

Their lips clashed together like magnets, tongues getting tangled. Memories of the last kisses they've shared found their way back to the two, reminding them of the endless dates they've been on, the endless nights they've spent together with roaring hearts. (Y/n) tangled her hand in his hair as Tom pressed her against his door. With their chests heavily rising and falling he dragged her towards his bedroom, pulling her in for another kiss as they fell onto his bed.

“I still hate you,” Tom’s words were met with a giggle, eyes finding his as a smile tugged on (y/n)’s lips.

“You know what, Tom. I don’t think you do.” Trembling fingers helped one another out of their clothes, eyes running over their bodies, wanting to burn the upcoming hours into their memories. Curses flooded from their lips as he thrust his hips against hers, rubbing his clothed bulge against her dripping heat.

Tom couldn’t stop staring at her, hands uncovering the parts of her skin he had touched years ago. Her body was a temple he’d worship, he’d burn his kisses into her skin - marks for the darkness to find, nestling in her heart as one orgasm after another would clash upon her like Zeus’ bolt of lightning striking the sky.

“Touch me, please.” (Y/n)’s whispers rumbled through his body like an earthquake, shaking through his body with the silent promise of ripping him apart. While his lips kissed their trail down her upper body, his hands pulled her panties down her legs, gaze flickering to her cunt.

“You’re so wet, fuck, my gorgeous girl.” As if they had never hated one another, their bodies began to mold together, falling back into their old routine. The moment Tom pressed his tongue flat against her arousal covered folds she found herself pushed into another dimension, body hurled into the ocean of pleasure she was drowning in.

He devoured her, kept eating her out with two fingers thrusting into her tightness, spreading her walls with his eyes finding her wide, lust-blown pupils. No words were shared between the two, only their sounds echoed through his room, filling every inch of the bedroom she wanted to stay in till the end of their time.

“I need you to fuck me, Tom." Her rough voice forced him away from her cunt, hand reaching for a condom. (Y/n) watched him roll it down his length, aligning his cock to her heat. Their hands searched for one another, fingers linked together as if somebody could pull them apart any moment now.

With their hearts roaring in their chests, their bodies moved in sync, hips meeting with every ferocious thrust. Their anger was slowly letting go of them, allowing the withered away flowers to be reborn, forming a new bond beneath his sheets.

“You feel so good, so tight.” Tom kissed her throat with his heavy breaths clashing against her throat like a soaring wave of the ocean. He fucked her as if it was his only chance of ever feeling her, hoping to push her over the edge with his name burning on her tongue. She mewled his name, fingers circling her clit as the coil deep inside of her began to tighten.

"Fuck, I've missed you." A tear threatened to roll down her cheek, mind confused by the different sensations that washed upon her like a tidal wave. As if the stars have aligned, their hearts found one another again, begging the two to rekindle their love.

Without another word rolling off his tongue, Tom kissed the tears away, he tightened his grip on her hands, kept her close as he pushed her further towards the edge. He was struggling to sort through the different emotions buzzing through his veins, finding their path to his racing heart.

Fuck, he still loved her, loved her like Orpheus loved Eurydike, would give his life for the one he had pushed away for the past years, "Don't let go of me." The words he spoke sounded pained, just the thought of being ripped from her once again left him crying in agony.

She pulled him in for a kiss, swallowed the other moans and cries rumbling through the two. Tom let go of her hand, he rubbed her clit with his thumb to push her into the open arms of her orgasm. (Y/n) came with his name bleeding from her lips, eyes focused on his, not wanting to miss the expressions tugging on his features.

Tom followed her down the edge, he filled the condom with a string of curses leaving him. For a few more seconds they stayed connected, holding onto one another as the past moments of bliss kept buzzing through them.

With a sigh clawing through Tom he rolled off her, threw away the condom and came back with a hot towel to clean her up. No words were shared as Tom took care of her, only as he found himself placed next to her, he parted his lips, searching for the right words to say.

"I," Tom forced himself to take a deep breath. "I am sorry for the way I've treated you. It wasn't fair. I was hurt that you didn't want to try the long distance thing and just the thought of seeing you with somebody else made me see red. I don't hate you, I don't think I ever did hate you."

"Oh Tom." (Y/n) cupped his cheek, her eyes met his glassy ones. "Deep down I knew why you kept treating me like this and I am sorry for not trying to make things work. You've hurt me, but I don't hate you for it."

Their lips met, slow at first, trying to relish in one another's heat as their hearts kept picking up their beat once again. Tonight they'll linger in their memories with their hands interlaced and their lips pressed together and when morning comes, they'll start a new part of their story, together.

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Cake & Kisses

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: nothing really

Category: fluff with like 0.01 angst if you squint

Word Count: 2.8k (This one kind of ran away from me oops)

Author’s Note: This is for my darling @mrs-dr-reid, when I saw it was your birthday, I had to write a little something for you. Happy birthday again! <3

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The sun peeked through the curtains just as your alarm went off. Your boyfriend, Buck, had a habit of closing the curtains before he left for work which you didn’t mind on your days off but today, you couldn't wait to get out of bed.

See, today was a special day. It was your birthday and Buck had been hinting all week that he had a surprise for you.

“Babe?!” you shouted as you rolled out of bed.

Peering over the railing, you looked around for your boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be found. You picked up your phone to find a few messages, birthday wishes from your mom and your siblings before you came across a text from Buck.

From Buck: Headed into work early, covering for Eddie. Chris came down with something so he took him to the doctors. See you at work, love you

To Buck: Okay, love you too

Huh. No birthday wish. It was a bit strange considering how excited he was but you didn’t think anything of it. Maybe he would tell you at work. You replied to your siblings and just as you were going to reply to your mom, she called you. You spoke with her as you got ready for work. She wished you well before letting you go.

The drive to the station was quicker than expected. Walking in, it seemed like a normal day, you went through your routine- changing, clock in and head up for breakfast. You braced yourself, hoping that maybe there was a surprise for you but nope, just a regular old day. Hen was sitting on the couch, her legs up on the table with Chimney beside her in the same position, both of them saying good morning as you passed by. You smiled at them on your way to the kitchen, your boyfriend had his back turned to you, he was getting a cup of coffee.

Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hey you” you smile, Buck’s hand comes down to rest on top of yours, “good morning baby. Want some coffee?” he turns, a mug in his other hand. You sigh, looking up at your boyfriend- head tilted slightly with a small smile on your face.

“What ?” he smiles too, his expression mirroring yours. Shaking your head, you smile, “nothing. You just look cute that's all.”

“Hm, so do you” he leans, meeting you halfway before giving you a kiss.

“I’ll be back love, I forgot my phone in my locker” you give his hip a squeeze before unwrapping your arms from him and heading down the stairs. Once you reach the locker room, you see Eddie in there. Knocking on the wall to give him a heads up, he turns to the door. “Oh hey” he smiles and turns back to his locker.

“Hey, how’s Chris feeling ?”

“Chris ?” he trails off, he was unsure what you were talking about.

“Buck said Chris wasn’t feeling well. You took him to the doctors ?” leaning against the lockers, you look at Eddie. You watch as his confusion changes into understanding.

“Oh yeah, stomach bug he picked up at school. Carla’s at home with him” he says, he gave you another smile before stepping out of the room.

You find your phone and sit on one of the benches. You find a few more messages from your friends from high school and such - not that you didn’t appreciate them, it was just that none of the messages were from who you really wanted one from. Regardless, you said thank you and moved on.

Heading back up to the kitchen, the team had made themselves comfortable at the table and they were having a conversation until they saw you. The conversation stopped, they were all looking at you.

“Come sit, breakfast is gonna get cold” Bobby smiles, nodding towards the chair beside Buck.

You take a seat next to your boyfriend, he smiles at you as his hand comes down and rests on your thigh. “Did I interrupt something just now?” questioning, you take a sip of coffee which you soon realized was Buck judging by the overpowering sweetness.

“We were just talking about the latest episode, Buck said you hadn't seen it yet” Hen tells you, you hum.

Breakfast was interrupted by the sound of blaring alarms. Everyone loaded up onto the truck, you could feel the awkwardness building by the second. From Buck leaving early this morning, to Eddie seeming confused about taking Chris to the doctors and then the dropped conversation at breakfast- something was off today.

Nonetheless, you pushed all the awkwardness aside and did your job. There was a little kid who gotten himself stuck at the top of a tree but his father couldn't go up to get him because the branch was about to break. The entire team wasn't exactly needed, Eddie got up on the ladder and got the little boy down.

You were sitting on the curb of the street when Buck found you. “Hey, we’re about to leave.” the displeasure evident on your face, Buck sat beside you.

“Are you okay babe ?”

“What day is it today ?”

“The 5th, why ?”

“So you know what day it is then”

“Well yeah” Buck chuckled, “are you sure you’re alright ?” he asked once more, you hummed before getting up and leaving him at the side of the road.

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The station was quiet, most of the team had left half an hour ago. Hen was on her way home to Karen and the kids, Chimney was going on a date with Maddie and Eddie was on his way home to his little boy. Your boyfriend Buck, also headed home because he was tired.

Bobby had made dinner and it didn’t seem fair for everyone to leave and have him be stuck with paperwork and dishes so you stuck around and tidied up a bit. After clearing the table and washing the dishes, as well as sticking the leftovers in the fridge, you head down to change and then go home. Seeing that it was empty, you took your sweet time changing. You were sitting on the bench, putting on your shoes when you saw Bobby coming towards you.

“Did you clean the kitchen ?” he asks, stepping further into the locker room.

“Yeah, I heard that you had some paperwork so it didn’t seem fair that you got stuck cleaning” you tell him.

“Thank you,” he smiles and sits beside you, “did they all leave ?”

“Yeah” you hum.

Bobby nudged your shoulder with his, “Happy birthday y/n” he smiles, you look at him- shocked. “You remembered ?” “Of course, how could I not?”

“Thanks” you give him another smile, which turns into a sigh. “What’s wrong ?”he asks you.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Isn't Athena waiting for you at home ?”

“She’ll be okay if I'm a few minutes late, what’s on your mind kid?”

“It’s just that you’re the only one that remembered” you admit to him quietly.

“Your birthday ? Surely at least Buck remembered” he looks at you.

You shake your head, sighing. “Sorry, I feel like dumb whining about it. It’s just a birthday you know ? I mean they’ve got busy lives, it’s fine” you tell him, you were trying to reassure yourself more than you were trying to convince Bobby.

“Hey, don’t apologize.” He gives your hand a squeeze, “why don’t you come over? You can have dinner with Athena and I”

“Thank you, but I couldn’t do that. I can’t crash your plans like that”

“Y/n, I assure you that you wouldn’t be crashing our plans. Plus, she’s been asking me when she’s going to see you again” he chuckles and gets up, “come on. I’ll call her and let her know that we’re coming” Bobby reaches into his pocket for his phone when you get up, you follow him outside and then the two of you head towards his house.

The whole drive over, you couldn’t stop thinking about how they forgot your birthday. You could understand everyone else- Hen, she had Karen and her family to think about. Eddie was worried about Chris who wasn't feeling the best right now and Chimney and Maddie had a baby on the way- but Buck, that one hurt.

Bobby waited for you outside and both headed in. He stepped in first, shouting for Athena as he walked in. “Honey! I’m home! Y/n’s with me!” he shouted, stepping further into the house. Bobby walked down the stairs first, the house was quiet and you hadn't heard Athena answer him either. You followed him in, shutting the door when you stepped in. As you round the corner, you see the living room was empty, Bobby now by the dining room table with Athena.

“Y/n, sweetheart!” Athena called for you as she saw you. She made her way over, arms opened for a hug. “Happy birthday!” She pulls you in for a hug, your arms wrapping around her.

“Thank you Athena,” you give her a smile. “Hopefully, I'm not ruining any plans” She leads you towards the table, her hand now resting on your back.

“Not at all, actually we were just waiting on you” she says, your brows furrow and head tilts in confusion. She holds your shoulders and spins you towards the kitchen where the team and their families are standing.

“Happy birthday!” they all shout, you let out a laugh. “I cannot believe y’all” you’re smiling so much, it physically hurts your face. “Thank you, you guys are so sweet - and here I was thinking y’all forgot”

“How could we forget your birthday?” Chimney asks as he comes over to give you a hug, Maddie following him and repeating his actions. Maddie wasn't far along but just far enough for her bump to start showing, your hand rests on her stomach for a moment, she smiles as her hand comes up to rest on yours.

A few moments later, Hen and Karen come over, both wishing you a happy birthday as Denny and Nia give you the card they made for you. You crouch down to give them a hug, thanking them for the beautiful card they made you and promising them that it’s going to go up on the fridge when you get home.

Eddie and Chris were next, Chris wrapping his arms around your waist as he leant into your side. Your hand coming to his hair, running your fingers through it. “I thought you had the stomach bug lil man” you look down at the boy who was grinning at you. “No, dad and Buck said that so dad could pick up your birthday cake” he tells you, spilling all of his father and Buck’s secrets. “Is that so?” you ask him, looking at Eddie who was holding back a smile. “Yeah! it’s chocolate cake, I picked the flavour” he says proudly, making you smile. Chris walks off at some point while you and Eddie are talking, making his way over to Denny, Nia and Harry.

“I know we shouldn’t have lied- are you mad ?” Eddie asks, handing you a cup of a currently unknown liquid. “I mean, kinda but not really ?” you both laugh, “happy birthday y/n” Eddie kisses your cheek before walking off.

Finally your boyfriend makes his way over to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Happy birthday baby” he smiles, kissing your temple as you lean into his side.

“Thank you but I’m still mad at you” you huff, turning your face away from him.

“Oh, what’s wrong ?” he asks, his thumb pushing your head back towards him. You smack his side, not hard enough to hurt him but hard enough to get his attention. “Ow! what was that for?”

“How could you let me go all day thinking that you forgot my birthday ?!”

“Because I had to come up with some way to keep this a secret! If I told you happy birthday, you'd realize I was up to something.” he tells you, you hum- not bothering to give his answer a reaction. You weren't actually mad, you were grateful that he took the time to plan a surprise party for you- you were grateful for the entire team, they truly were your family.

“Don’t be mad, c’mon” he turns towards you, his hands now on your hips and your arms come up to his shoulders. “I couldn’t stay mad at you if I wanted to” smiling at him, he leans in and kisses you. A chorus of ‘ew’ and ‘gross’ put a halt in your moment as you both look over to see the 3 boys giggling with a very confused Nia beside them. Buck laughs, sending them on their way before turning back to you.

“I hear I have chocolate cake waiting for me somewhere”

“How’d you know that ?” he asks, obviously confused as to how you deduced the flavour of your birthday cake.

“Christopher”

“Ah man, that was supposed to be part of the surprise”

“What can I say ? My charm is irresistible, he just had to tell me” you joke, Buck chuckles. Buck pulls you closer to him, his body basically pressed against yours. “Can I tell you something ?” he looks down at you- although you weren’t super short, he still towered over you, as he did everyone because he was a giant but that’s besides the point. You hum, waiting for him to tell you whatever it is he wanted to tell you.

“It was killing me not to tell you happy birthday. You have no idea how much I just wanted to pick you up and shout it” he groans and then sighs like he’s let out the biggest secret of his life. You laugh, “well I’m glad you told me anyways” you kiss his cheek, he smiles.

“Can you get me a cupcake, please ? I think they’re in the fridge” he asks, you hum. Letting go of him, you turn to the fridge. You spot your cake in the corner, blue frosting with white lettering. Finding the tray of cupcakes, you pull it out and set it in the counter before picking out one for Buck.

When you turn, Buck was gone - well it seemed like he was until you glanced down. Buck was in front of you on his knee, the black velvet box in his hand opened, a beautiful diamond ring sitting in it.

“Y/n, you make me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I know I always tell you that I don’t believe in soulmates but with you- it’s different. You are my soulmate, the one I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with. From the first day you walked into the station with your “I’m new but I know my shit” attitude, I was into you because babe, that was so hot.” You both chuckle before he continues.

“You’re my best friend and I would do anything to show you how much I love you - literally anything. I love you and I really hope you love me as much as I love you because this is about really awkward if you don’t- will you marry me ?” he looks up at you, the hope glimmering in his eyes.

When you look at Buck, you saw your whole world, your lover, your future all wrapped up into one.

“Yes, I’ll marry you” you lean down, hands cupping his cheeks as you kiss him. He gets up before sliding the ring onto your finger. You hold your hand out, admiring the ring.

“Oh baby, it’s beautiful” you smile at him, his arm over your shoulder again. The two of you make your way to the backyard with everyone else.

“Guys!” Buck shouts, everyone stops and looks at the two of you. “We have an announcement to make,” he says, looking at you and smiling.

“We’re getting married!” You both shout simultaneously.

Everyone’s just as shocked as you were moments ago in the kitchen. “What?!” Chimney shouts back, making you laugh. You hold your hand out, showing him the ring. “Holy shit,” he turns back, looking at everyone. “They’re getting married”

Soon enough everyone comes over to congratulate the two of you, one by one. You and Buck stood together, he was talking to Bobby and Athena, his arm still over your shoulder. You look around the backyard, everyone’s smiling and happy.

This was your happy place, these people were your family and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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sfb123 · 4 years ago

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The Final Goodbye - Chapter 2

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Description: In a slight canon divergence from book 2, Riley reaches her breaking point with the engagement tour and decides to restart her life when the court gets to NYC. Can the rest of the group clear her name, and convince her to come back before it’s too late?

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Rating: PG (I think there are a few swear words in there, very angsty, but otherwise pretty mild)

Word Count: 1,299

A/N: I am so incredibly humbled by the response I got from chapter 1 last week. I don’t think it’s been much of a secret that I’ve been kind of down on my writing and myself in general the last couple of weeks, but the overwhelming love that you all have sent to me via your reblogs, comments, and messages this week has truly warmed my heart and meant the world to me. Thank you so, so much for your support.

Again, I have to mention my fandom soulmate (yea, I’m just going to start calling you that always now, because you are) @jessiembruno. Your support and encouragement has been monumental in getting me out of my funk, and I will forever be grateful and in your debt for all you have done for me. Even if it’s just keeping me company via zoom while I do my nails for 2 hours!

Shout out to @emkay512. This doll face reached out on Friday and is an absolute sweetheart. We got to talking, and she mentioned that today is her birthday, so I would like to dedicate today’s chapter to her! Happy birthday beautiful, and I apologize in advance for further breaking your heart on your special day.

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When Riley finished her song, the entire bar erupted into uproarious applause as she hurried off the stage, the entire bar minus one table. Riley’s group of friends were completely silent. Maxwell, Drake, and Hana shot each other concerned looks before turning to Liam. He was staring at a now empty stage, they could all see that he was trying to keep his expression neutral, but that proved to be difficult with a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Drake placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his daze. “Li, are you alright buddy?”

Liam cleared his throat and shook his head, looking over at his friend. “Yes...yea, sorry. She has an amazing voice, doesn’t she?”

“The best. She’s our very own diva!” Maxwell said in an upbeat tone, trying to remind everyone that they were supposed to be having fun. “Where did our little Mariah run off to?” He started looking around the bar to find her.

“She probably just went to the bathroom. I’ll go check on her.” Hana got up from the table and headed toward the ladies room at the back of the bar.

Liam rested his elbows on the table and cradled his head in his hands. All he could think about was the hurt in her eyes as she looked at him from the stage, pouring her heart out to him. He couldn’t help but feel like that song was more than just a way to vent her frustrations at their current situation. He didn’t need to say a word for his friends to know exactly what he was thinking.

Drake was the first one to speak up. “Listen Liam, it was a really bad day for her. She had to pick up Madeleine’s wedding ring, it was kind of a mind fuck for her.”

His head snapped up at the information he had received. “She what?!”

“Yea, Madeleine sent her. She said she needed to do it as a thank you for letting Riley come on the tour and be in your life.” Maxwell added.

Liam’s expression immediately hardened as his hands clenched into fists. “I can’t believe Madeleine would…”

“Um...guys, she wasn’t there.” Hana interrupted. All three of them turned to look at her with wide eyes.

Liam felt his chest tighten as he jumped out of his seat. “What do you mean she wasn't there? Where did she go? We have to find her!”

As Liam turned to head for the door, Maxwell grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Liam, hold on. She probably just went back to the hotel. Letting that much emotion out in front of all of these people, in front of you, it had to have been exhausting.”

“Well I need to go talk to her then.”

“Liam, don’t. If she ran out of here like that, she wants to be alone. I know Brooks well enough to know that if she wants to talk, she’ll come to you. Showing up at her door isn’t going to fix anything right now.” Drake patted the seat next to him, encouraging Liam to sit back down.

“Fine, but I’m going to need another drink.” Liam slumped into the seat next to Drake and ran a hand through his hair.

The next morning, Drake was heading in the direction of Riley’s room when he heard Liam calling out to him. He turned to see his friend lightly jogging to catch up to him. “Hey Liam, how’d you sleep?”

“I didn’t. I spent all night convincing myself not to rush to Riley’s room to talk to her.”

They walked together as another voice filled the hallway. “Liam, darling.” They both cringed and turned around to see Madeleine at the other end of the hall with her hands on her hips. “We are needed for the final preparations.”

“Madeleine, I’m in the middle of something. I will meet you there.” He stood tall, and took a deep breath. He still hadn’t confronted her about the errand she had sent Riley on, but that conversation would be happening very soon.

Madeleine arched an eyebrow and walked quickly and confidently in their direction, stopping in front of Liam with her arms folded across her chest. “Sweetheart, you are needed to prepare for our wedding shower. What am I supposed to tell everyone when I arrive on my own? Do what you will with her in your free time. This is our time, I cannot have you missing important meetings for her. That’s not how this works.”

“She is more important than any meeting that will ever come across my calendar, especially any meeting involving you.” He sneered at her before turning to Drake. “Tell her I came by. And let me know if there is anything I can do.”

“Of course, man.” Drake clapped Liam on the shoulder and watched as Madeleine linked her arm through Liam’s and walked away.

As Liam and Madeleine headed to the elevator, they passed Maxwell, the friends exchanging sad looks.

“Hey Drake, how’s our girl holding up?”

“Don’t know, that interrupted us before we could get to her.”

“Well, let’s go cheer her up. I’ve got some great news!” He bounded toward Riley’s room.

“What do you mean? What kind of news?”

Maxwell turned to him as he began to knock on the door. “We found Tariq!” Drake’s jaw dropped and he stared at Maxwell in shock, as he continued to knock on the door, not getting a response from Riley. “Little Blossom, rise and shine. We’ve got a big day ahead of us!” He turned his attention back to Drake. “This is weird, she’s usually at least yelling at me to go away by now.”

That comment gave Drake an uneasy feeling in his stomach, he pushed Maxwell aside and began banging on the door. “Come on Brooks, let us in.” A couple of neighboring doors opened as angry heads popped out of them, glaring at the early morning intrusion.

“What is the meaning of this commotion? This is a nice hotel, not a frat house!” Maxwell stiffened at the sound of his brother’s voice. Drake continued his assault on the door.

“Bertrand! Um...hi. Riley’s not answering the door. She had a late night, she’s probably still asleep.” Maxwell stumbled through his words.

Bertrand closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Maxwell, do you have the spare key to her room?”

“Oh, right! I forgot about that.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a key card for the room and handing it to Drake. “Here, use this.”

Drake shook his head and snatched the card out of his hands. “Brooks, we’re coming in. You’ve been warned. I don’t want to see anything I’m not supposed to.”

They opened the door and entered her room, walking through the sitting area, the bedroom, and then the bathroom. Riley was nowhere to be found. Her bed looked untouched, and it was too early for housekeeping to have come through.

The three men discussed how best to move forward from here. They were in New York, so Riley was already home, they knew she wouldn’t try to fly out anywhere. But they also knew that they needed to get to LA to track down Tariq and get him to make a statement before he found out they were on his trail and disappeared again. Drake and Maxwell hesitantly agreed to meet up with Hana and take Liam’s jet to LA to get Tariq, while Bertrand went in search of Riley, to talk her into returning. All three agreed it was best not to tell Liam that Riley was missing. He was already dealing with enough, and Riley’s performance the night before had taken quite a toll on him.

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homebody-nobody · 2 years ago

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WIP game!

tagged by @largedenominationsplease

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

okay so here's the thing. I've been using my google drive to write original fic and fanfiction since I was fifteen, so. This is gonna be lawwwwng.

FANFICTION

outer banks

Engineering School AU notes home(where your heart is set in stone) home outline Jiara AUs Jiara week JJ's Lesbian Older Sister Meta katie's bday smut sincerity is scary outline the Parcels of Tannyhill

bellarke

"I got a dog" (She Returned) More Broken than Before All These Words I've Heard Before An Unexpected Guest Begginings of wicken fic (YOIKES) Bellarke fwp Bits and Pieces and To Be Used Clarke's Greek Pantheon Photography project Dancing in the dark devil's backbone - the civil wars domestic!bellarke bc im trash fire and stone (and a swingin trombone) Hot Boys and Indie Music (Make for a Pretty Great Summer) I have to tell you these flowers are for a dead person I'm Hers and She is Mine Library AU Library crush - bellarke fic more 30 minute fictions with the best friend Museum!Bellamy Rebel!Clarke hs au Silent Warrior, Screaming Youth SingleDad!Bellamy so go ahead and make your mark on me so go ahead and make your mark on me (REWRITE) Soulmate Words sweeter than sugar (colder than ice) the Bellamy Thing when the door sings closed you held my hand (and called me darling)

fleeting hyperfixations

beth x benny bones OC jatp college au jerin shoni fic ideas WayHaught Z nation

Percy Jackson

PJO lesbian Athena thing Solangelo??

Star Wars

Jyndor Lex and Gage

Voltron

klance high school AU shallura dancer au cause i have no self control Voltron Voltron AU#1 Young - The Chainsmokers

ORIGINAL WRITING

DnD

Cadogan Druhaven

other

A writer in venice throws his typewriter out the window one day Ace and Arthur Apparently sleep hates me Ari and Mel Band story Blacksmith Boy Brett and Nia Calliope and Wren long Castor and Pollux Chance and Ezra Denim and leather; Fire and ice Draconic Novice Draconic Novice Notes Dystopian society Elias and Charlie Ellie and Aaron Escape For Ryn's Birthday happy lesbians Henry, Tial, and Ellia Honos et Veritas I don't know what this was supposed to be but it was gay Isabelle the Ghost Whisperer Kira and Nell Kisae Dwellden Kyto and Petr Mark and Joanna start Men of the Moors Modern Magick modern magick Development Journey Modern Magick Trilogy Plot Outline Modern Magick Worldbuilding Modern Magick: Fire Modern Magick: Water Morgan and the Witch's son Nell doesn't look like a mafia princess Notes-Draconic Novice Paige and Katie Parker and Rae pirates story quarantine podcast Reece tells Kai that Jason is alive and he starts to cry Richard and Gabrielle? Runaway Mage Sign language zombie killers Some of Us Alive Stub The first thing he notices about her is her left hand The Four Suits the hill that grew the lindstrom sisters (bank robbers) the Rider General this is sad This wasn't where he wanted to be vegas motorcycle gang Vyvinuly wars beyond men wars beyond men rewrite (? third person ?) When War Comes white-Collar Trash wolves

so yeah there's a lot lol

tagging: @jojameswinter @a92vm @jiaraisinthegoodplace @smileymikey and whoever else wants to!!

#wip game #ask game #long post

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rebekahrosecresslia · 4 years ago

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Merry Early Christmas everybody, I know I’ve been gone for a long time but there’s a reason for that, I have a lot more friends than I realize that keep me busy and I was packing up and moving to Oklahoma and we’re still unpacking.

But I never forgot to make some presents for characters that belong to my online tumblr sisters that they hold dear to their hearts.~

The sewing box is for Athena who belongs to my foxy sister @anikithefox

A sword to my darling Jonathan who belongs to my angelic kitsune sister @mabelcococups

And a scarf for Ben and Dark who both share the same body and they both belong to my Wolfy sister @saphir-chan22

Also I added a little protection magic on them when someone tries to harm them or steal these gifts. Which by the way used a lot of my creativity energy.

The sewing box will spring out a trap having the one bad guy tied up in strings or ribbons.

The scarf will make someone either face their sins or make ‘em run away from their worse nightmares. I also don’t recommend them grabbing the Protection Hoop of the scarf unless they want to end up being burned, or stabbed, or just end up suddenly unconscious for three hours.

The sword is something that took a lot of energy out of me, if someone tries to grab the hilt or touch the blade without permission they’re gonna burn alive or get a really bad sunburn or even lose their eye sight if they’ve done really horrible deeds.

I should also tell you that the blade of the sword has a lot of holy magic on it and Jonathan can fuse his fire magic with the blade. And don’t worry all these items won’t harm any of our loved ones especially our characters who are the good guys.

Also it’s pretty ironic I upload this on Aniki’s birthday which makes this extra special.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANIKI.~

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!~ <3

See ya next time!~

#Merry Christmas #Jonathan <3 #Athena is a bean.~#Ben Van Rosenberg and Dark the Demon #anikithefox #saphir-chan22 #Mabelcococups

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knivxsanddespair · 4 years ago

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It Takes Three Redheads (Brick/Blossom/Berserk)

The city of townsville.

At what should have been a normal day by their standards was interrupted by a furious red flash breaking the sound barrier, zipping left and right, from one hospital to another. "MOVE YOU IDIOTS, I'M NOT GONNA MAKE IT IN TIME AND SHE'S GONNA KILL ME!"

That was the sound of a very panicking, concerned Brick clotheslining and pushing everyone out of his way. Knowing that he was going to be a father was an unexpected feeling he didn't believe he could had, neither was it ever a thought at his mind, but a lot of things had happened over the years. "Now where is-"

"BRICK! I AM DEFINITELY GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DO NOT COME OVER TO THIS ROOM THIS INSTANT!"

One of those things was of course, marrying both Blossom and Berserk.

"YOU'VE ALREADY KILLED ME ONCE WITH A KISS, GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!"

"Brick, I don't think Blossom's screwing around. You better haul your ass here right now!"

Without even responding, he directs his movements towards the room to make his appearance known. The first image he was greeted was a tired Blossom, holding their daughter and Berserk chuckling at him. "At least you arrived just in the nick of time, you worry-wart. Say hello to our new daughter."

And for the first time, they could see him not knowing what to feel. No snarkiness, no wise ass remarks..for a while. Brick took a step forward and hold her in his arms. "She has your eyes Bloss."

"Mmhm. And she has my birthday as well seeing as how today really is my birthday. A lucky child that one."

"Heh, this kid is gonna be spoiled. If not by me, by your other self."

"Speak for yourself, daddy. Look who's getting all worked up!"

"Let him have his moment Berserk. So..do you have a name for her?"

Brick thought of it for a minute. "It ain't gonna be Blossick, that's for sure."

"You do that, you lose your naming rights just like Butch."

"I'm not that much of a dumbass, pinky. I was going for..Athena."

"A greek goddess. I like that."

"So..welcome to the world, Athena. We may not know much about this parenting stuff yet but..we promise to do our best."

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Athena learned quickly most of the patterns of each parent by heart at age six. She knows all of the nooks and crannies to get out of the situation when a confrontation rises. Brick seems to love it when she gets him laughing with a smart remark, and her mirror mom will back her up when she needs it to get out of her birth mom's long winded lessons. "And so Athena, what's one plus one again?"

"One more if you're not careful."

"Wh-BRICK! Did you tell her that joke?!"

"Oh whatever do you mean, my darling?" Brick was trying hard to to quake with laughter, with the only indication was his hands vibrating along with the newspaper he was pretending to read. With that reponse gains him a body slam from his wife, and knowing that he was ticklish did so in petty payback.

And the playful banter started again, which seemed more comedic to her rather than two actual adults arguing. "Are they always like this, Mirror Mommy?"

"Believe it or not, they were a whole lot worse when they are around..say your age." Berserk nodded. "That includes Mirror Mommy as well."

She concluded her parents are weird, as much as they are loving and kind.

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"Athena, we need to talk."

She was dreading that four exact words. She could have been anywhere but in her house right now with them just staring at her. "Mom.."

"Athena, what were you actually thinking back there? What in that conciousness of yours decided that this is actually okay?"

At thirteen years, she was formulating her own thoughts and opinions. Her disdain for snobs and bullies was in an all time high. That made her the biggest target in school, and it didn't help that she was very vocal about it. Being home in bruises was a normal day necessity as long as she gets the point across. But that was not why she got in trouble today.

"Athena Jojo, I am not talking to a brick wall. Please give me an answer when I ask you something."

The tone was set. She really meant business this time and she can't use her loopholes or sweet talking to get out of it. "Mom..I didn't mean to steal that make up set."

"Athena, it was in your bag when you left the mall. You're lucky Grandma Bellum let you off with a warning. If it was anyone else it would have been juvie for you. Does it sends you thrills to see us worried like this? What did we do to ever make you do this?"

Brick sensed something was off. "Bloss, let her some spac-"

"No Brick, I need to hear this out of her right NOW! Why did you do this, when you know nothing good is coming out of it?"

That was the last straw for her. "YOUR BIRTHDAY WAS COMING UP, MOM!"

Blossom could feel pins sticking her stomach. "M..My birthday? Athena..you mean.."

"Yeah…sniff." She couldn't contain her tears anymore. "That set costs an arm and a leg, and I don't have that much money, no matter how much I squeeze out of my friends for doing their homework. I-I've seen the way you look like you would have died and came back if you had it. I know I can't do much and I always cause trouble at school..but what kind of daughter would I be if I can't..IF I CAN'T EVEN GIVE MY MOM A SINGLE LOUSY BIRTHDAY GIFT!"

Regret flooded in Blossom's heart when she realized how wrong she was. Looking back, she did the same thing just make her own father happy, even if she knew it was wrong.

"Athena.."

Brick was the first to hug her, before her other moms joined in. "Kid, what you did there was stupid, but your heart and intentions were good. We would rather not have anything than to lose you, you know that better than anyone else."

"Your father's right." Berserk continued. "You are one hell of a gremlin, but you're our gremlin and we won't change that for anything."

"Athena..I'm so sorry I misunderstood your intentions. It may be wrong but you just wanted to do something for me. I know it's gonna take a while for you to talk to me but, I'll try my best to work it out."

"I hate you."

"I know, Moms can be stupid at times."

"Im sorry as well, I shouldn't have done that as well."

"It's all water under the bridge now Athena, let it all out."

From that day on, their bond has been tighter, despite the many differences in opinions that they had.

#ppg #blossom #brick #brick jojo #berserk

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agwitow · 6 years ago

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Persephone’s Birthday

an excerpt from Born in Between, the short story version of Hades and Persephone’s marriage as it fits into my Legend’s Legacy series

“Persephone Kore Olympiad!”

The young woman running through the field flinched at the sound of her mother’s voice. She debated whether she could pretend she hadn’t heard or not, but quickly pushed the idea from her mind. It wouldn’t have mattered how far away she was. Her mother’s voice would always find her, wherever she was, in the Between. As much as she wanted to continue exploring the dream-shaped fields left by the mortals who brushed against the Between, she knew her mother simply worried about her.

Persephone let the world around her ripple so, that in a mere three steps, she stood on the threshold of her home. What had been a simple two-room dwelling that morning was now a sprawling, multi-storied mansion. She grimaced. That only happened when the other Olympians came to visit.

“Mother? You called?” She stepped inside and let the Between whisper the new layout of the house to her. A ridiculous waste of space with rooms for dozens of guests, three separate courts, and even private bathing areas attached to both the gynaeceum and andron.

“There you are,” Demeter said, exiting from a small antechamber between the courtyard and a modest throne room. Her hair cascaded down her back in gentle waves, with flowers, sheaths of wheat, and twining vines scattered throughout the loose strands. Her gown was a rich green with golden stitching, and she wore a hammered bronze necklace with pigs and snakes depicted in such detail they almost seemed real.

Persephone’s heart sank. Such finery meant her uncles were coming.

“Where have you been? I told you we had guests coming for supper.”

“I thought I had time—it’s barely past midday.”

Demeter shook her head and the scent of sun-warmed dirt and spring rain on leaves wafted from her swishing hair. “It is your seventeenth year, my love. They will have gifts and well-wishes to bestow upon you. Before the meal.”

She sighed. “Why do they even need to come? This might be my seventeenth year, as we count them, but I’ve watched almost 500 mortal years pass by. I’m too old to be paraded in front of them like…some sort of pet.”

“Persephone!”

“It’s true, Mother. Simply because I might be mortal, they treat me differently.”

“They are not accustomed to thinking about death. It is…not easy for us.”

Persephone crossed her arms and pouted. “Everything dies, eventually. Even immortals.”

Demeter’s lips quirked up into a brief smile before pursing into a frown. “Be that as it may, you are a grown woman now. It would be unheard of to not celebrate. Though, I suppose I could let the cousins know we’ve decided on a smaller affair.”

“No, if my uncles are coming, then I’d prefer our cousins come too. Some of them make me uncomfortable.”

“Hades does have that effect on people.”

“No, I meant—”

Demeter cut her off with an apologetic smile. “We’re running out of time, my love. May I prepare you?”

Persephone blew out a huff of breath before nodding and closing her eyes. It was a strange sensation to have someone else bend the Between around her. When the uncomfortable tingles passed, she opened her eyes and gazed down at herself. Her gown was cut similarly to Demeter’s, but in a pale green with shimmering blue stitching instead. No heavy, hammered necklace encircled her neck, but her long golden-brown hair was braided and piled atop her head like a crown. She was sure there were flowers woven into the braid, but didn’t particularly care which kind, so she didn’t feel the need to go in search of a mirror.

“Ah, my darling daughter, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown.”

She smiled and hugged her mother. Demeter hugged her back so fiercely she felt as if her breath was being squeezed out. After a moment, Demeter took a step back and cupped her cheeks.

Tears swam in Demeter’s eyes. She laughed and pressed a kiss to Persephone’s forehead then stepped back and cleared her voice. “Come, let us wait in the dining hall. The Servers will let us know when our guests start arriving.”

They retreated to the end of the courtyard and passed through into a long hall filled with comfortable chaises, plush pillows, extravagant rugs, and low tables. One of the chaises in the middle of the room was wreathed in flowers and woven grasses. A small pile of bundles wrapped in colourful linens sat atop the table directly in front of the decorated seat.

“Mother,” Persephone laughed. “I thought I told you to only get me one gift this year.”

Demeter smiled. “It’s a mother’s right, and pleasure, to buy her daughter as many gifts as she wants.”

She shook her head with a rueful chuckle and eyed the pile with a mixture of resignation and curiosity. As soon as she’d settled onto her chaise, Demeter placed the first of the gifts in her lap. “Mother…”

“Shh. These are gifts just between us. I have another one, for when our guests are here.”

Persephone sighed and unwrapped the first gift. “Oh! It’s lovely!” She lifted the delicate flower out of a velvet-lined box. Golden petals curled away from the dark stamens and streaks of rich purple stretched out along the petals. She breathed in deeply and got lost in the soft scent of vanilla and distant waves.

“It’s a sunset glory.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Demeter smiled sadly. “It’s taken me a very long time to grow one. They were my favourite flowers back…well, before.”

Persephone’s eyes widened. None of the gods liked to talk about the world they had all fled from. Her mother always said it was too painful to remember. The little she knew about it consisted primarily of the fact that the six who first discovered how to escape to the Between formed the heart of the Olympians. Zeus, Hera, Demeter, Poseidon, Hades, and Hestia. They rescued as many others as they could, but so many more were lost when that world died. Though no blood tied them, they were forever siblings afterward.

Demeter cleared her throat and picked up another gift. “Anyway, open your other gifts, my love.”

Persephone nodded and gently placed the flower back in its box. The other gifts were all lovely and appreciated, but she couldn’t stop her gaze from returning to the box cradling a remnant of a lost world. It was by far the most precious gift she’d ever received.

The last present had barely been opened when a whisper of air brushed past Persephone and stopped beside Demeter. The invisible Servant said something and Demeter nodded. The Servant quickly whisked itself away and Persephone shivered. The Servants were unsettling. They were the memoryless remnants of mortal spirits, gathered up by the gods, once they left the realm of Hades, to do their bidding until it was time for them to be reborn into the world. But she could never shake the feeling that some of them retained something. Some of them seemed to watch with a hunger and resentment.

Her musings were interrupted by another Servant whisking away her opened gifts a moment before the first of their guests were shown to the dining hall. A gaggle of cousins seemed to tumble through the doors, chattering and laughing, while two servants carried their gifts.

“A pleasure, Cousin,” one of them said, barely sparing Persephone a glance before eyeing the hall.

At a gentle nudge from Demeter, Persephone smiled. “Thank you for coming. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

The words were hardly out of her mouth before they spread out around the room. They were more concerned with their flirtations than in celebrating her birthday. She didn’t particularly care��they were not any of the cousins she was close with—but she wished she had the power to smite them. Just a little. Just enough to make them mind their manners.

The next guests distracted her from daydreams of retaliation. From that point on, it seemed as if a steady stream of people flowed into the room. There were cousins from distant lands, and local cousins she’d only ever met a time or two before, and those she saw frequently. She was especially happy to see Athena and Hestia, and disappointed that Apollo had brought yet another of his mortal lovers. But once everyone was there, it was her aunts and uncles who dominated her attention.

“Ah, seventeen, what a lovely age to be,” Zeus declared. He winked and saluted her with a goblet of wine.

Hera snorted and rolled her eyes. “You old sot, do you even remember what it’s like to have been that young?”

“I’m not that old—”

“You are 172. You are old, my husband.”

Zeus huffed. “And what about you, my darling wife?”

Hera smiled and took a demure sip of wine. “I am a mere 61. You were already old when I married you.”

Poseidon laughed loudly, wine slopping from his goblet to splash against his beard. Amphitrite absently patted a napkin against the drip without breaking off the almost-whispered conversation she was having with one of her nereid sisters. “She’s got you there, Brother.”

“Oh, be quiet. None of us are young. Not even our baby brother.” Zeus scowled, though it didn’t seem to bother any of them.

Hestia tsked. “We are not here to throw insults at one another.”

“No, we’re here to welcome our lovely niece to the doddering ranks of the elderly, are we not?” Hera asked with a wry twist of her lips.

Zeus sighed with exasperation. “Hera, she’s seventeen. At least save your scathing bitterness until she’s had a few years to enjoy being an adult.”

Demeter cleared her throat and shot the pair a warning look. “I am glad you could all make it, but I would prefer if you would leave the domestic disputes outside.”

“Apologies,” Zeus replied. Hera merely gave a strained smile.

Demeter shook her head and gestured for the Servants to bring out the food. Platters of meats, fruits, pastries, cheeses, and nuts were piled on the tables. Everything had a faint golden glow, a telltale sign of it being made from ambrosia—the solidified sustenance they drew from mortal worship. Honey-sweet and rich, ambrosia was considered a delicacy. Persephone might have agreed if she was ever allowed to eat anything else.

She envied the mortals for their foods full of interesting scents and colours. Even the simplest of food held a robustness that ambrosia lacked. But her mother was very insistent she never let a morsel of mortal food pass her lips. Doing so could diminish what little divinity she possessed. Though she felt it was worth the risk, her mother certainly didn’t.

“Really, Demeter, couldn’t you have included something real amongst all this ambrosia?” Poseidon grumbled.

Demeter stiffened. “Do you have any idea how much this cost me?” she asked, her voice low and harsh.

“I don’t know why you expend so much energy, Sister,” he said. “Between the food and this place…wouldn’t it be easier to just take what the mortals so freely offer us?”

Persephone stilled, her eyes locked on the food in front of her. She didn’t want them to realize how closely she was listening to their conversation, but she desperately wanted to hear more.

“Shh,” Demeter hissed. “I won’t have you putting ideas into her head.”

“She’s made it to seventeen,” Poseidon said, lowering his voice only a little. “Whatever mortality you felt at her birth must have fled long ago. She is as immortal as any of us.”

“I will not risk it.”

Zeus drummed his fingers against his goblet. “It does seem a little excessive, Sister. You must be exhausted.”

She gave him a tight smile. “I would pay it twice over, to keep her safe.”

“You could always come live at Olympus,” Zeus offered. Hera rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree.

Demeter shook her head. “It is a kind offer, Brother, but I’ve never felt comfortable there. You know this.”

“Pay them no mind, my dear,” a soft voice on the other side of her chaise said. She turned to see Hades studying her with a worried frown. Only then did she realize she’d gripped her own goblet so tightly the stem was bent.

“I dislike being talked about as if I weren’t here,” she admitted, her own voice pitched low so as to not draw the attention of her mother.

His frown slid into a smile so small and mischievous it seemed as if it were binding them together in some playful secret. “There is more fire and stone in you than any of them give you credit for.”

Persephone flushed in delight. No one thought she was anything but a delicate flower, beautiful and to be admired, but also protected. Fire and stone could take care of itself.

“Now, I know the presents will all be opened later in the evening, along with much pomp, but I would love for you to open my gift now,” he said, that little smile still lighting up the hard planes of his face.

She shot her mother, uncles, and aunts a quick glance, but none of them were paying her any mind. She turned back to Hades with a smile. “It might not be the tradition, but it is my birthday.”

“That’s the spirit.”

He pulled a tall, thin box from the pile of gifts and pushed it toward her. The box was engraved in looping swirls, all stained a dark brown, like fresh-turned earth. Her fingers glided across the engravings, picking out the shapes of owls, rams, and snakes. She thought some of the other patterns might be plants, but it was harder to differentiate them.

“There is a gift inside the box,” Hades said, his voice holding the hint of laughter.

“Oh! Right, sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, my dear,” he said. “It is…satisfying to see someone appreciate something I made.”

She blinked and turned to face him fully. “You made this?”

A flush crept across his cheeks and the tops of his ears. “I find working with wood is soothing. I, uh, thought some of it might be put to use.”

Her breath escaped her and it took a moment for her to reclaim it. “Thank you, Uncle. It’s a gift in and of itself.”

His gaze darted away, though the colour in his cheeks deepened. “Please, call me Hades. You’re not a child any longer. You’re my equal now.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re an Olympian, Uncle…Hades. I couldn’t hope to be your equal.”

His gaze jerked back to her and she felt like a mouse captured by a hawk. “Do not let anyone make you feel lesser, Persephone Olympiad. You have as much importance as any of us.”

“Persephone, darling,” Demeter said, her voice sickly sweet. “What are you and Hades discussing so intently?”

Persephone pulled away from his gaze reluctantly. “I was admiring the box he…his gift is in.” Some part of her knew no one else would appreciate that he had made it himself. Not when any of them could wave a hand and create something just like it with very little effort.

Demeter glanced at the box, her mouth twisting with distaste for a moment. “I suppose you must be bored and wanting to open your gifts. But I beg your patience, my darling. Our kin have not finished their meal.”

“I know. I was just going to open this one. The others can wait.”

Demeter blinked. “Persephone?”

She fought back her embarrassment. She’d never spoken to her mother like that before, but the words fire and stone seemed to be reverberating through her. This was a celebration of her becoming an adult. No matter how many traditions they adopted from the mortals, she would not forget that, by their own traditions, she was her own person now.

“Very well.” Demeter turned her attention to Hades and frowned. “Though I do not appreciate you encouraging her lack of manners.”

Persephone almost laughed again. Her lack of manners? How many of their kin had barely greeted her before seeking out a seat and wine? They didn’t deserve any more respect than they’d shown her. Any remaining misgivings she’d had about opening his gift early were washed away.

Despite her lack of care about being considered rude, she was acutely aware of her mother, aunts, and uncles watching her. She took a breath and focused on the box. She’d been holding it so long the wood had borrowed some of her warmth. She wondered if Hades’ hands would feel as soft and silky. The thought brought an instant flush to her cheeks and she shoved it ruthlessly away.

A simple clasp held the box closed. She lifted the top and reached inside to pull out the gift. A smile lit her face as she revealed a small, potted pomegranate tree. Three ruby-red fruits hung from its branches, like jewels nestled amongst the leaves.

“Pomegranates? A little risque for a young woman, don’t you think?” one of the nearby cousins drawled. Persephone had to strain her memory to remember the name. Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. They’d only met once before—Aphrodite had little patience for children, and Demeter didn’t approve of how many mortal lovers she took.

“They are not simply symbols of desire,” Hades said, his voice soft and rumbling. Persephone wondered if she were imagining the note of uncertainty in his tone.

“No, they’re also the only fruit that grows in your realm,” Demeter said with open distaste.

Persephone couldn’t help the delighted gasp as she turned to him. “Did you grow this yourself?”

“Ah,”—he shifted uncomfortably—“I know it might seem a foolish gift for the daughter of Demeter—”

“No, no, I love it. Thank you!”

“Hmmf. Just be sure you don’t eat the fruit, my darling,” Demeter warned. “Food from the underworld is even more detrimental to your health than food from the mortal realm.”

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roseskiesandbutterflies · 5 years ago

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Killer Queen: Chapter 8 - Scandal

Summary: Life is easy when things go your way. I know this from experience. I also know that that can disappear in an instant and that you have to be able to rely on your friends. Luckily my name is Arabella Ruth White and I’m the fifth marauder. But I want to show you the girl behind the mask. It takes a lot of work to be this fabulous, darling.

A/N: If I got any information about Diwali incorrect, please let me know so I can change it. I'm not Hindu and all of my research was done online and I dread to think how reliable that actually is. Also, happy late Diwali since it wasn't that long ago. That's a lie but let me have this, please.

Drunk Ruth is the funniest thing I've written in a while also more writers need to try writing drunk narrators for their stories because some wack shit comes out of that. Bonus points if alcohol is not featured in the scene at all. Double bonus points if you're writing in the third person. Extra double bonus points if the narrator almost reveals important events that haven't happened yet (could be used as a plot device). The drunkenness was definitely not inspired by the amount of Echo Falls I had last night.

Me?? Including my feminist shit in my stories?? More likely than you think. Please don't start arguing over abortion in the comments though, please. Thank you kindly. I just felt the need to yeet in my opinions about it after all the shit that happened in the USA.

Sorry for not updating for about six months. It is a bit ridiculous, I know, but oh well. Half-term ended up being a lot busier than anticipated and I had a lot of writer's block and procrastination when I finally got around to writing this. And I did my research and Diwali actually fell on Sirius's birthday in 1975. You would not believe how happy I was about that. If you caught the Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference I love you. The title for this chapter came from Queen's 1989 album, The Miracle.

Word Count: 3.2k+ (hopefully that makes up for the delay)

Inspiration: You Can’t Make Me Love You by -FromEden- on Wattpad, All The Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 on AO3, The Boy Who Killed God by @sirius-black-killed-god

Warning(s): talk of pregnancy and abortion, underage drinking (although it’s in the UK so it’s fine lmao), swearing

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Never before had Diwali fell on and around Sirius's birthday. James had joked about it many a time in the past but the look on his face when he discovered the date of the next new moon in Astronomy was one of surprise and amusement. This meant Sirius's usual birthday celebrations - a.k.a. a ridiculous party - would have to be slightly altered. Not that the birthday boy minded an awful lot. He was rather fond of the traditions involved and his face lit up like the diyas themselves. The day before had been spent creating Rangoli patterns on the floor of their room, Kingsley thankfully not minding as it was part of James's culture. Also, as it had been a Hogsmede weekend, we spent the majority of the day following James around so he could buy new things for the Hindu new year. And also to get Sirius's birthday presents when he was too distracted by the games in Zonko's.

James's parents had sent a huge box fall of diyas, all varying in colour and size, that had required four owls to carry. Along with it was a lovely heartfelt letter to all of us, reminding to stay safe and revise and all that, but to also have fun with whatever we were getting up to. James definitely teared up at one point but he remained in denial. Silly billy.

Now, after knowing James for a good four years, my knowledge of Hinduism was rather extensive, if I do say so myself. So according to James, Diwali lasts for five days with different festivities on each day. This year, it had started on Halloween so as soon as we returned from our epic prank, we quickly set up with the help of a spell or two and then let James do his thing. The same pattern repeated until now, which was the fourth day of the celebrations and James's favourite day, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Last night had been spent by setting off as many fireworks as we could possibly do, using the fact that it was Diwali to our advantage. They couldn't exactly tell us off for celebrating a festival, right?

Today was the first day of the Hindu New Year so, of course, we had stayed up last night to welcome it properly. This meant we were all a little tired, especially since we woke up a little earlier too.

The night to come appeared to be rather busy so, while Peter went to get some breakfast for us all, we set up the new diyas, cleared the ones that had burned out last night and fixed the slightly smudged rangoli patterns. Once James had declared everything good enough for tonight - which, as you can imagine, took quite some time - we headed down for our first lesson of the day.

Fucking Herbology.

Sirius did, on many occasions throughout that lesson claim that since it was his birthday, he legally didn't have to be there because he was "Sirius McFucking Black and no man can tell me what to do from this day forward".

Unfortunately for him, Professor Sprout was no man and in fact a very angry woman who "will still give you detention Mr Black if you continue with that language in my classroom".

Suddenly, a petite, barn owl flew in the classroom with a letter in its beak. This could only mean one thing: an escape route. I rapidly tapped on the arms of the boys, not once taking my eyes off of the owl, "Teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl, teacher owl."

They all snapped their heads up to look at said owl, who was now perched on Sprout's desk. The teacher took the note - the owl took its leave - and she read it carefully, squinting. A look of both gratitude and distaste made its way onto her face. Definitely for one of us, then. The boys seemed to think the same as I was met with excitement and intrigued looks when I turned to them.

"White!" Sprout's voice boomed throughout the greenhouse, holding up the letter. Groans of disappointment rippled throughout the class and people started going back to their work. She handed me the letter and I opened it without haste.

Dear Miss White,

Please go to my office right away. This is a matter of urgency. You are not in trouble but this does, however, concern your family.

Sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore.

P.S. I have been rather fond of chocolate frogs lately.

Now, unsurprisingly, I had received enough of these notes in the past to know that the whole chocolate frog thing was just a hint for the password. Not very subtle but oh well. The matter at hand was obviously what the fuck this was about. I wasn't in trouble for starters which was, quite frankly, weird. A million possibilities ran through my mind as to what this could be about. It involved my family and was serious. Did someone die? Merlin forbid it but at the current state of the wizarding world, I couldn't help but consider it. It was certainly a possibility, as much as I wished it wasn't.

"What does it say then?" James asked in an extremely disheartened tone.

"I need to go and see ye olde Dumbledore. Doesn't say why," I started packing up my stuff to leave.

"Someone's in trouble!" Sirius said in a sing-song voice that made me want to punch him in the face.

"No, it clearly says I'm not in trouble, you dickhead!" I yelled as I smugly strolled out of the greenhouse.

"Bitch!"

"Twat!"

"Prick!"

"Wanker!" I ran out as quickly as I could after that, leaving Sirius to get into trouble with Sprout. That was my birthday present for him. I practically sprinted to Dumbledore's office, every cell in my body bursting with curiosity. Once I arrived, I pretty much fell into his office from pure exhaustion. Exercise and I were not on good terms. I picked myself up from my mostly ungraceful entrance to see two people already sitting opposite the headteacher.

"Ah, Arabella, glad to see you received my note. Take a seat," Dumbledore greeted me and gestured to the chair closest to me. I cautiously took it and only then did I get to finally see who I had the pleasure of having this meeting with. None other than the Head Girl and Boy. Or otherwise known as my cousin and her boyfriend. Melanie and Filip. The golden students of Hogwarts. Everybody idolised them and for good reason. Seemingly perfect, they were the Athena and Apollo of our school. Smart but not bookworms. Kind but not pushovers. Beautiful but not vain. So it was no surprise to anyone when the titles they held were bestowed upon them. I, for one, did not believe in soulmates but Melanie and Filip came pretty damn close. Melanie was the daughter of my mother's twin sister. Two years older than me although I think I had corrupted her more than she had me. The type of cousin that you only saw once in a blue moon but when you did, all hell broke loose and you had the time of your lives. I knew very little of Filip but his reputation of being an all-around nice guy preceded him for miles. Their presence was some form of comfort to me because I couldn't possibly be in trouble if they were here too.

"May I ask what this is about?" I looked around the room for it had fallen silent. Melanie uncharacteristically refused to look at anything other than her lap. Filip was gazing off into the distance as if he was a model. Dumbledore was just being Dumbledore so no changes there, not that I expected any.

"Melanie, would you like to explain?" the headmaster asked to which the girl in question frantically shook her head.

"I can't," her voice, no louder than a whisper, broke halfway through. My heart instantly dropped, this couldn't possibly be good. She was usually so strong, so independent. I didn't recall ever seeing her cry so this must be a big deal. Filip grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Filip?" Dumbledore tried a different strategy.

Clearly struggling with his words, he ended up just murmuring, "Melanie's pregnant."

And so it seemed that even the finest china you had ever seen could be chipped. Misfortune would always be lurking somewhere in the shadows, ready to strike at any given moment. Nobody was ever safe from it, not even the few angels who walked among us. Out of all of my friends, Melanie would be one of the last I would suspect of being pregnant. This list of friends included my male friends so that was saying something.

But at the same time, who was I to judge her? It wasn't as if I was a virgin either. That ship sailed a long time ago. She was allowed to do whatever (and whoever, if you know what I mean) she wanted. Providing she wanted this to happen. Not the baby but the cause of it. Some people can be absolute twats sometimes but if the father was indeed Filip, surely that wasn't the case.

Regardless of how it occurred, they now had to work out what they were going to do about it. Would they be expelled? Arrested? They were both 17 and therefore adults in the wizarding world. They would be fine, right?

"Ari?" Melanie spoke up, audibly calmer than before and much more like the Melanie I knew and loved, "Say something please."

Only then did I realise that my rather extensive thought track meant that I had not yet said anything. "Sorry, I just- what are you planning to do about it?" That was my top priority for I needed to know how to support her. I couldn't care less about her decision but I did care about her.

"Wait, you're not mad?" relief visibly flooded every cell in her body like a waterfall. I hated that she had been expecting anger and disgust when I would never be like that towards her, even if I wanted to.

"Darling, of course, I'm not mad! These things happen, OK? I just need to know what you want to do about it."

She bit her lip and exchanged a quick glance with Filip, who had been gradually relaxing since I had first spoken, "We're not sure just yet if I'm honest. I was wondering what you had to say on the matter?"

"I will support you no matter what," I answered truthfully, "You want to have the baby? You have the baby! I will be that aunt who corrupts it as much as possible and you know it. But if you're not ready then just abort it! No one will hate you if you do, it's just a fetus the size of a grain of rice for crying out loud! It's entirely up to you, my dear."

"Well said," Melanie smiled slightly. Dumbledore cleared his throat and we all turned to him.

"Just as Arabella kindly put it, you do indeed have the choice. The baby won't be due until August and, seeing as you will no longer be at Hogwarts by then and will both be 18, you hold the right to keep it."

A long, rather awkward silence ensued, which was understandable given the situation. Melanie's glazed eyes told me she was deep in thought but a small, impatient part of me just wanted to break her from her trance, shake her up and down and yell at her to make a decision. I told myself to shut the fuck up because this was a huge decision to make and could potentially affect the rest of her life. Regardless of her choice, this would become something that would certainly loom over everything for a while at least. Besides, it was easy for me to tell her to hurry up because I wasn't going to be the one to raise the damn child. Or children. Twins were common in our family. Luke and Rhea for example. And my mum and Melanie's mum too.

"I'm going to keep it," Melanie whispered. I almost missed it due to the voices inside my head. I still didn't believe it.

"Really?" I asked, sounding a lot more incredulous than I intended.

"Yeah, I, sorry, we," she squeezed Filip's hand back, "We always knew we would have kids after Hogwarts, so why not get a head start?"

I had to admit she made a valid point and, if the look on Filip's face was anything to go by, this baby would grow up having two loving parents. Though, I couldn't ignore my instincts screaming at me to stop her, to tell her that this was a bad idea, to tell her that this wasn't going to go according to plan because nothing ever does. Even while I watched Dumbledore promise to hide the pregnancy. Even while I watched their faces of glee at the realisation that they were going to be parents. Even while I said my goodbyes and left the office. Even then I stayed silent. Because who was I to try and control my cousin's body?

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The second lessons ended for the day, Minnie collected James so she could take him to the Mandir in Edinburgh, as worship and seeing family was an important part of Diwali. He wouldn't be back until after dinner so we spent the time 'studying' to get Remus off of our backs and then set up for the party later on. Without Sirius looking of course. Although I must say getting him to bugger off for a while was easier than expected and may or may not have involved an extreme game of fetch. Let's just say that Snivellus wasn't all that pleased to find me lobbing his beloved textbook down the stairs.

All of the stairs.

Personally, I found it hilarious but Lily had a slight difference of opinion. Even when I tried to defend myself and call it my other birthday present to Sirius.

Regardless, it got one of my crackhead friends out of my hair for a while. We managed to hang banners from the ceiling, enchant a disco ball to whizz around like a not-as-dangerous bludger and cast a spell that meant glitter would just hover in the air to give the common room a glitzy feel to it.

Perfect for Sirius's sixteenth birthday. Although that concept alone was a little hard to comprehend. The fact that he had the mental age of a six-year-old was seriously convincing me that his birth certificate was wrong. That would explain a lot except he was still a fucking tall bastard. Although seen as I was only five feet one, everyone was tall compared to me. Apart from Alice, the fucking midget. She may or may not be only half an inch shorter than me but that half an inch made all the difference ('That half an inch made all the difference': title of Marlene's sex tape).

Moving on, the party itself started at around 9 so as to give everyone enough time to get ready. In that time, I managed to throw on a silver glittery jumpsuit with flowy legs and matching heels, do my hair and makeup and put on my accessories; all of which take longer than you first expect. An animated look was painted onto Sirius's face when we gave him permission to open his eyes and see what we had definitely put effort into creating for him. 'Permission' seems like a strong word until you learn that we had to hex his eyes shut to prevent premature peeking. We know him too well.

We had David Bowie records blasting from my poor record player all night, and while I tried to sneak in a couple of Queen ones every now and then, James just reprimanded me, saying that "it should be up to the birthday boy" and that "I would get my turn in a few weeks anyway". To which I did what I do best and sulked next to the drinks table by myself, thinking of ways to piss James off that I would almost certainly forget by the time I was sober. I was coming up with ways to fuck up the wanker's beloved broom while having a few gulps of what I believed was firewhiskey, when Remus approached me, tension oozing from every part of him. He grabbed the rest of my drink, downed it all in one go without a trace of a grimace, before turning to me and huffing deeply.

"What's up, buttercup?" Okay, so I might not have been entirely sober enough to deal with can-and-will-kill-you-if-you-do-so-much-as-breathe Remus but I'd be damned if I didn't give it a good go. Besides he wouldn't dare murder me. He loves me but he's bloody terrified at the same time, the same goes for pretty much everyone now I think about it.

Okay back to the issue at hand. Remus just gave me one of those looks that pierces your soul so sharply that you have to look down to make sure you haven't just been stabbed. Once I got past that armour of I-know-your-entire-life-story-and-I-would-sell-it-for-half-a-pizza-and-a-milkshake, I found a look of such hopelessness that I found myself unwillingly sobering up slightly, "Darling, what's going on?" I leaned in, knowing full well that he was going to be as quiet as possible with his reply. God, I know too much about these crackheads.

Of course, I was right with this assumption as he mumbled, "I got into a fight with Idania," he looked at me with a sorrow that I wasn't used to seeing in any of my friends, let alone at a party.

But I could only see red because I don't care you the fuck you are if you hurt any of my friends then you better fucking pray for your life. Jaw visibly clenched, voice dangerously quiet, "Where is she?" My temper was inches away from bubbling over when he didn't respond, "Where the fuck is she, Remus?"

I made to move, tunnel vision without even knowing what happened, but he grabbed my arm first, an iron grip from years of stopping me from launching punches at certain people, "No, Ruth. I wouldn't let you even if I knew where she was." He stared at me in a way that was scarily reminiscent of McGonagall and I knew I couldn't just leave him like that.

"What happened then?" I was trying my hardest to calm down and decided that my best shot was to drink some more.

"She saw some of my scars and asked where I got them from and I wouldn't say and it just escalated from there. What was I supposed to say? There's nothing you can say in that situation that won't worry her," he sighed and gulped another drink down.

I furrowed my brows, concentrating on thinking of a solution, though nothing came to mind. He had a point after all, what do you say when that happens? It all comes down to violence in one way or another and you can never not stress someone out with a cause of pain. "She'll come round if she's worth keeping."

A tiny flicker of hope danced in his eyes, minuscule but still there, "I hope to Merlin you're right."

"Honey, same," I pushed a cup of something into his hand and grabbed one for myself," But for now, we can get pissed off our asses and worry about this tomorrow. Sound good?"

"Oh fuck yes."

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athenamylah-m · 5 years ago

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Athena Mylah: Playlist

Just a dream - Carrie Underwood: Then they handed her a folded up flag and she held on to all she had left of him. Oh, and what could've been. And then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart.

In My Daughter’s Eyes - Martina McBride: And when she wraps her hand around my finger, how it puts a smile in my heart. Everything becomes a little clearer, I realize what life is all about

3am - Matchbox Twenty: She believes that life isn't made up of all that you're used to and the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days, and days. She thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway, but outside it stopped raining.

Are You Lonely - The Alternate Routes: But I know it's not like when you made your peace with your former life or your dirty sheets. 'Cause you're cleaner than you used to be, everybody wants some company

Love Lives On - Mallary Hope: She comes with me on your birthday, little flowers in her hand. She's always known that somethings missing, but too young to understand. And some day she's gonna ask me what kind of man you were. I'll tell her all the ways I loved you and all of you I see in her

The Archer - Taylor Swift: I've been the archer, I've been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

If I Had Ever Known - Reba McEntire: If I had only known I'd never hear your voice again, I'd memorize each thing you ever said and on those lonely nights, I could think of them once more. Keep your words alive inside my head if I had only known I'd never hear your voice again

Sad - Bebe Rexha: I need to get away from inside of my brain. I feel some type of way. I'm dancing all alone surrounded by everyone else. I do it to myself. Not asking for your help, for your help

Story of my Life - Bon Jovi: There just ain't a way to see. Who, when, why or what will be, Til now is then it's a mystery, a blessing and a curse or something worse, yeah

Some Nights - Fun.: Well, some nights I wish that this all would end 'cause I could use some friends for a change. And some nights I'm scared you'll forget me again, some nights I always win, I always win...

#sltask03 #about athena #*

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mizunoishi · 5 years ago

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And when they speak of love they whisper words like “to the moon and back”

But love is not so short lived; it does not turn back so easily

When you love another--to the moon is only the beginning

For the love in stories, poems, dreams; the love everyone covets

𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆; 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑥𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛

@shinkv

You are most likely asleep at this point and while I said I would go to bed early the truth is that I have been planning this for a while. Your real gift will not be arriving anytime soon (snail mail is like that sad to say) so in the meantime I have made a little something for you--and of course I have some things I’d like to say for my goddess on her special day.

Your endless patience has been such a gift to me in the trying times that are my life and I find myself thanking every higher being that you’ve stuck by me. You have been a devoted friend and an equally devoted partner. You take all my flaws and rough spots in stride. You don’t bat your eyes at my demons and you aren’t afraid of the things that haunt me.

But your courage doesn’t just show when it comes to how much you care about me--no you are far braver than you could ever know. There is a reason I call you goddess. Yes, in part it was because you are unearthly beautiful--that you shine with a splendor unlike any mortal I’ve met--but I’ve never told you the whole reason I began to call you such.

You astound me with your relation to the mighty goddess Athena--and I cannot help but compare you to her. Like she, you are wise--beyond your years and my understanding. You are also a warrior, one I respect deeply and revere. Not to mention that like the goddess, you share her affinity for owls--I consider them your spirit animal.

Oh darling to me you and Athena are much the same--but I never forget that tender heart beating in your chest. It’s alright to be in need of care and I hope that I have been a source of comfort as you are for me--because I only wish to ever make you feel loved and cherished.

I am not the easiest person to love, nor am I the most stable--yet you love me anyway. You took this broken soul and held it close, believed in it when it had no faith left in itself--and now you have chosen to call yourself my girlfriend.

Honestly I could talk endlessly about how you helped me believe in myself, how you outshine the sun and glow more beautifully than any star--how your heart is a beacon of goodness in a dark world that reflects on your outward appearance--but instead I’ll say this:

Each year spent with you--each time I can celebrate your birthday--every second spent knowing that you exist--is a blessing. I hope this year you find nothing but joy, comfort, and radiance on your special day. Happy birthday my goddess, my love, my turk.

With all my heart Sora

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yoolee · 7 years ago

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SLBP Next Gen OC Babble

UH warning for Major Character Deaths (that did not necessarily occur in game – but did in history), exactly zilch consideration given to reality when it comes to offspring. And, to be fair, exactly zilch consideration given to much of anything. I’m just writing. WHO KNOWS what will come out until it’s done. Know how in greek mythology Athena just banged her way straight outta Zeus’s head, fully formed? Mood. I feel you Zeusy. I do.

These don’t all exist in the same time/AU? Though I also overlap them willy-nilly as I please. FEEL THE SELF-DISCIPLINE. (It feels like nothing. Nothing at all). This isn’t all of them. Just the ones that my fingers needed to get out of their system. I’m just along for the ride. If I ever add the rest it’ll be to this post.

BABY BOOKWORM (F): Brilliant, brutal, beautiful – looks like Saki, with Mitsun’s intellect behind it. In another time, she might have been a scholar, completely content (if somewhat cloistered) with her books and her studies, but war compromised her life in a big way. Her father was determined to protect her, but also wanted her to be able to protect herself, so he taught her swordmanship alongside her brother and retainers, and she looks enough like her twin brother that she’s not above swapping places with him to give herself more agency. Her father was beheaded by the Tokugawa for supporting Baby Monkey’s bid and as a result her relationship with aforementioned BM is strained at best. She blames him for a lot – including what she perceives is a weak will and inability to do anything with the power he was born with, but also feels tethered to him and his success because of how much her father loved him and her brother still does. She will push and push and push and push and is not entirely capable of accepting that she might be wrong in any given situation. Never relaxes. Permanently stuck in acerbic tongue rage mode with only rare, brief glimpses of Being Actually Human.

BABY BOOKWORM (M): A fast, fast thinker, but quiet about it. Grew up on stories of how wonderful Lord Hideyoshi is (and then was, in the past tense) so did his best to emulate until it became natural. Laid-back, friendly, but oh-so-manipulative. Comes across as the friendlier of the two, but is actually even more hard-wired to Logic over Emotion than his sister. Has a mind for tactics and strategy but doesn’t care to apply it – he’d rather be on the battlefield, in the middle of the mindlessness of it, than using his brain to bring it about. Gives the impression of a taut string about to be plucked, if you pay close enough attention, which most people don’t because next to the vibrating rage of his twin, he seems super chill. Never actually relaxes, though he tries, unless he’s around kids.

BABY MONKEY: His father was a farmer who became a soldier, and Baby Monkey is a soldier who wants to be a farmer. He craves peace and stability and can’t entirely stomach what’s necessary to attain it. Constantly feels like he is trying to live up to a myth. Genuinely kind person. Manipulative when he has to be, but not as good at it as his father, and each failure makes him feel a little smaller in his shadow. Happiest when the people around him are happy, so he gets back up every time and tries again, and tries desperately to shove down his own dislike for the spotlight so he can use to it to make them happy.

BABY TANUKI: Has the world—except for her father—wrapped around her delicate, darling fingers, and she might very well strangle it if given the chance. Doe-eyed and dear she is perceived as something of a simpleton, fragile and sweet and gentle and tender and loving and she is none of those things. She is calculating and vicious and quite nearly straight up immoral, except sufficiently unmotivated that for now it’s enough just to be adored by everyone and think them fools for it. There is a sort of seething fury at her lot in life, in knowing that troops won’t follow her into battle or bow at her feet in fear of the blood she’s spilled, and the only person who gets that is her father, who begrudgingly raised her to find power she clearly craves in other ways, without ever spelling out that what was what he was doing, trusting her to be smart enough and strong enough to take what she was taught and find some way to do what she wants once she figures out what that is. She is clever and capable, just doesn’t have a goal. The endless, endless mind games she plays and the adorations she collects are mostly a manifestation of the crushing boredom that comes from being a lady of the castle, as it were. Scary MF. Intense and deceitful. But for all her uncaring, she’s never actually really hurt anyone (maybe a few sore hearts) or been genuinely cruel – and in fact, she’s probably smoothed more situations and saved more souls in her quest to be loved and cherished by all than not. WILY.

BABY FLOWER: Loves her father but is painfully exasperated by him. She is his greatest treasure, most dearly loved, and even though he tells her that literally every time he sees her, she is always secretly happy to hear it, and the way her father’s quiet melancholy clears for just a moment when he does. Dutiful, responsible, serious and elegant, she genuinely enjoys being a Lady and all that it entails. Constantly, CONSTANTLY clamps down on her urge to gather and collect pretty things because she’s seen what it does but oh, OH how that impulse is there. Has had a crush on Ai for basically forever, but the older girl only sees her as a precious little sister and is pretty firm about that, to baby flower’s eternal heartbreak XD Can drink every Echigo retainer under the table, every time, without ever turning her cheeks pink, not that she does so often, because even if no one else can tell what happens to her mind when she takes that first sip she can, and the places she can go when she does frighten her, though she grimly appreciates knowing they are there if she needs them. Has an inherent nobility and grace that serve her very well.

BABY POET (Mitsuhide lol): COMPLICATED BUNDLE. Has an absolute, unbreakable, unbendable, unflinching code of honor. The world is black and white and there is no such thing as gray, and they live by that in a way most humans can’t manage or commit to. In a manner that often throws people though, they aren’t particularly judgey unless called on (usually by Baby Demon) to voice their thoughts, which are always, always honest and rarely easy to swallow. They don’t care what others do – it’s their own honor that matters, but it just makes them that much more of an astute observer, since they have little stake in others. They are incredibly perceptive and incredibly adept at getting to the heart of things in a way that can be unsettling if you haven’t been honest with yourself. Seems very quiet and polite and poetic—and to an extent, they are—but they also have a bit of a ‘burn down everything that is bad - including ourselves if are so - and start anew from the ashes’ take on life that can be, uh INTENSE. Not in any rush to do that – they’re pretty sure they’ll know when they’re called to do so. And they won’t flinch.

BABY DEMON: Solemn, quiet, serious, honorable. Saw a little too much a little too early and will spend his whole life trying to make up for debts that aren’t his – as well as the ones that are. Fully aware that if he manages to build the world in his vision there won’t be a place for him in it, which is probably why he hangs with Baby Poet, who knows it too. Often forgets about the little moments for himself – he works very hard to protect them for his followers (birthdays, blossom-viewing, weddings, good meals) but rarely, if ever, participates himself, until his retainers seek him out and drag him into it because they know he won’t break out of warlord mode without them forcing him to do so. Actually painfully shy and very, very sweet under it all, but ignores that because what value does that bring anyone?

BABY TIGER: Almost a carbon copy of his dad. Bold, brave, bigger than life. Charismatic and unstoppable, but not stupid (though he can be). Eyes are always shining about something. A realist who chooses to live as an optimist. Not a lord - the Takeda clan has been defeated by the time he is a teen, disbanded or absorbed into others, but he still loves people, and he is still a leader, and he will still protect anyone who asks it of him. Wanders hither and thither with Smolsuke, who chose to be his shadow like Sasuke was for his dad. Could care less about things like unity and Divine Rule - he cares about the people in front of him, and the lives they live now and what he has to do to keep them safe and make them better.

RANDOM RELATIONSHIPS:

Baby Bookworm (F) x Baby Tanuki: Should their paths ever cross they would loathe one another to their cores – mostly, yes, for the similarities simmering under the surface, the shared rage and brilliance. In particular, Tanuki would hate Bookworm for having the agency to go to battle, disguised as a man or not, and Bookworm would loathe her simply for the family she’s from and what they took from her, in addition to being a deceitful horror – because Bookworm would see through her instantly. Just like Tanuki would see through her and know just where to poke to make her hurt. IN THE MODERN WORLD they would be best friends who would rather die than admit a modicum of affection for one another, and probably occasionally contemplate murder, but would also be super chill roommies where Bookworm read and Tanuki murders throngs of zombies on a video game before getting dinner and bitching about the dumb people in their lives. Pants-wettingly TERRIFYING when they choose to be a united front.

Baby Bookworm (F) x Baby Monkey: Unadulterated rage and fearful sympathy. Bookworm hates him for not doing what she feels like he could be doing, not taking the power he has to make things better, and he feels guilt over what she’s lost and finds her presence exhausting (because it is). He also dislikes that she makes him feel inadequate, because it (possibly ironically, given her goals) makes it even harder to step up. Despite all of that, he really, truly wants her to be happy (in part, yes, out of his own guilt in her unhappiness) and that is motivating in its own way. They steer clear of one another, because it drains them both to go at it, which they do, every time, and so they spare themselves unless there’s no other choice.

Baby Brave x Baby Dragon: MEANT TO BE. Childhood love to something forever-lasting. They get to be happy because I said so. Fight me.

Baby Deer x Baby Jokester: They do settle! They stay in Europe for years until they decide it’s time for a family and they make their way back. Their parents know. Despite them supposedly running off without a trace, Nobuyuki shows up the day his first grandchild is born and kisses her brow before leaving, and a traveling merchant with a toothy grin sometimes stops by to deliver letters and goods that he refuses payment for. They don’t see their cousins, but their children meet theirs, someday.

Baby Flower x Baby Tiger: Baby tiger has been in love with her forever (or thinks he has been), but she pretty firmly prefers girls and has made that clear, so over time, they become best friends. Would not hesitate to die for one another, but they are both strong enough and smart enough and absolutely determined enough to manage to save the other’s ass without dying, because living for someone is so much better. He never quite gives up the torch he carries for her, but he tries to – even using her for advice on wooing and such XD since he’s pop’s ways work about 50% of the time.

Baby Bookworm (M) & Baby Monkey are also BFFS, as are Baby Tiger & Smolsuke

#sorry for shoving my BS tangential rambling on the fandom ^^;;;#I will try and keep it contained #I think it's mostly out of my system #slbp next gen

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