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mmgoodsewp · 2 months ago
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THESE SILLY FUCKS🙏🙏‼️‼️ GET EM COMETT🔥🔥
I was supposed to post this yesterday but this took a LOT longer than expected 😥..
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holylulusworld · 20 days ago
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Torn in two - Angstober 19
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Summary: It should’ve been the happiest day of your life.
Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (platonic for now)
Warnings: heavy angst, Steve being the worst, cheating, lies, deception, sadness, arranged marriage, unrequited love
Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2023 (expired): E4: Unrequited
Square filled for @steverogersbingo 2024: D3: Crime/Mafia
Trope: angst
Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024
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Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve. You never understood the meaning of the song until today. What a difference a day can make, huh?
Not hours ago, you twirled in your white wedding gown, giggling like a schoolgirl because you were about to marry the man you loved and adored for so long.
Everything seemed perfect. Your wedding gown. The ceremony. Your husband. For a moment, you believed you’d get your happily ever after.
That was, of course, until you discovered the truth behind his commitment. Not love and devotion but greed and power hunger were the reasons for his proposal.
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One day earlier, after your wedding ceremony, …
You smile as Steve holds your hand tightly. Even though your marriage was arranged by your father, Steve promised you could make it work. You never doubted that your marriage would be anything but happy. For years, you have been hopelessly devoted to Steve, and your heart only ever belonged to him.
He was the one who needed time to confess his love to you. Your father doesn’t need to know that you would’ve married Steve with or without his involvement.
“My love,” Steve whispers lowly, “we should welcome our guests at the party. How about you greet your friends? I’ll talk to Sam and James.”
You nod, but hat that Steve lets go of your hand to walk toward his friends. Sighing, you look around the crowded room.
While you walk around the crowded room to greet your guests, chatting with them, Steve, Sam, and Bucky leave the room to talk in private.
You frown. Why would your groom leave his party to talk to his friend? He can talk to them any other day.
Curiosity is getting the best out of you. Before one of the guests can stop you from sneaking out of the ballroom too, you excuse yourself, lying about using the bathroom.
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“You must be all over the moon." Bucky can’t hide the jealousy written all over his face. Steve Rogers, the golden boy, always seems to get the best in life. “You’ve got this pretty wife, and to spend a honeymoon with her on an exotic island.”
Steve huffs. “If only you knew.”
“What do you mean?” Sam furrows his brows. He believed his friend got his happily ever after only for Steve to look like someone kicked him in the guts. “You do not look happy for a newlywed.”
“I’d look happier if my bride was Peggy, not that spoiled brat.”
Bucky cocks his head at Steve’s words. He didn’t expect his friend to talk like this about you. “What the fuck, Steve! You just married the woman. She’s sweet and pretty. I’d kill to get a wife like that!”
“Well then, take her,” Steve spats. “I never wanted to marry her.”
“Steve, are you drunk?” Bucky grabs Steve’s upper arms, shaking him lightly. “Because if you’re not, I gotta punch the stupidity out of you.”
“Her father wanted this bond, okay? If I want to take over his empire one day, I must give him an heir. I agreed. Y/N isn’t Peggy, but she will do. After her father retires, I can divorce her and marry someone else.”
Sam’s eyes widen. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. The business is not new to him, but hearing Steve talk so lowly about you makes him sick.
“I got to go.” Sam turns on his heels and storms off, not looking back.
“Punk, you can’t be serious." Bucky looks his friend in the eyes. “Please tell me you tried to be funny, and we can laugh about your not-funny joke.”
Unbeknownst to the friends, you stand a few feet away, clasping one hand over your mouth. Hot tears spill from your eyes as you try to fathom what you just witnessed.
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You put a brave face on and hold your head high. This is your wedding, and you won’t let anyone see how torn your heart truly is.
After hearing the truth and crying for half an hour in the bathroom, you freshened up your makeup and decided not to give anyone at the ballroom the satisfaction of laughing about your predicament.
Even if you despise Steve now, you let him ask you for the first dance as husband and wife. You don’t look him in the eyes; instead, you look around the room, finding a similar pair of blue eyes.
Bucky watches your lips wobble, and a single tear runs down your cheek. His stomach drops because he can see you trying so hard to not show the hurt.
“You look beautiful tonight,” Steve lies through his teeth. You can see it in his eyes when you look up at him. “I like the gown.”
“Sure,” you reply with venom in your voice. “How about you dance with Peggy next, because she will be the second Mrs. Rogers, won’t she?”
He looks like someone slapped him across the face, and for the first time since he broke your heart, you smile.
“What? Got nothing to say, Steve?” You huff. “Oh, I forgot. You discuss your betrayal only in private with your buddies.”
Dropping his hand, you step away from Steve and size him up before you leave the ballroom, excusing yourself.
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Now, ...
Half of town was looking for you. After you ran from the party, you were nowhere to be seen for a day. I felt like the ground opened and swallowed you whole.
That night, you should have laid in Steve’s arms; instead, you were sitting at your old apartment, crying yourself to sleep because he didn’t even try to find you. You left your phone on, and he knew where you were living.
Steve simply didn’t care enough to look for his missing wife. Maybe he even spent the night with his former lover, Peggy Carter. The woman he wanted to marry instead of you.
You can’t blame him, though. Your father loves to make promises he doesn’t intend to keep. He promised to never use you as a pawn in his business. But here you are, sitting in your wedding gown, with messed-up makeup and a broken heart.
“Doll?” Bucky sighs because he finally found you. He didn’t believe you had come to your old apartment. It’s empty except for the old armchair Steve hated and didn’t want to keep. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same,” you reply.
“You heard—” Bucky bites his tongue when you sniffle. “Hey, I’m sorry. Maybe Steve didn’t mean it that way. He gets a little intense sometimes.”
“I don’t think so,” you snap at Bucky. “He said loud and clearly that he wants to marry Peggy Carter after he took over my father’s empire.”
You angrily wipe the tears off your cheeks. “There is nothing to get wrong, James. Steve hates me. He lied for months. He never loved me. He'll never love me. I thought—"You look at Bucky with tear-clouded eyes.“ I waited for him, James. All those years I waited for him to see me, and when he did, I was the happiest.
“Oh,” Bucky nods, understanding your feelings very well. He has been waiting for someone to require his feelings for years, too. Only for you to marry his best friend.
“I was a fool to believe Steve Rogers could ever love me.” You raise your hands and drop them again. “How could he? I’m nothing like Peggy. She was all a man could ever want.”
“Doll,” he steps closer to crouch down next to the old armchair you’re sitting in. “What are you going to do now?”
You dip your head to look at Bucky. “I’ll get my life back. My father, Steve, and everyone else in my life always told me what to do. It’s time to stand up for myself. Don’t you think?”
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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 year ago
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Dudeeee love your writing omggggg 🤰🤰🤰🛐🛐🛐
Just wondering if you could do Law reacting to the reader saying 'put a baby in me' during sex. Like imagine him just losing it 😩😩😩
OBSESSED with this bye. I'm in a Law phase and this sent me to the MOON.
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Come on, Daddy.
Pairing: Law x afab!Reader
TW: Unprotected sex, Creampies, Breeding, Pet Names, Oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, do not try this at home kids!
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Today was your anniversary. Yours and Law’s second official anniversary, to be specific. This was actually the first anniversary of yours that you have actually celebrated… at this time last year you hadn’t exactly told the rest of the crew… wanting to keep it to yourselves for as long as possible. A captain having an intimate relationship with a crew mate? It seemed a bit taboo. But eventually, after being discovered having a *ahem* private moment with your captain by Penguin, it was revealed to the rest of the crew that yes, you and Law were indeed a “thing.” 
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You still tried to keep it private as much as you could, no PDA or anything else that might make the crew uncomfortable. But during many nights of drinking, your fellow crew mates couldn’t help but tease you about your status with the captain. 
“I’d love to get out of kitchen duty tomorrow, but I guess I can’t since I’m not Captain’s Favorite” Shachi would yell out looking directly at you. You roll your eyes. 
“Mine is next week, dickhead. I don’t get out of anything.” You snip back at him without looking up from your News Coo.
“Yeah but you could! I don’t know why you never use it to your advantage! One blowie and you could skip mopping floors for a week! He’s so whipped for you.”Shachi crossed his arms and slunk back in his chair. 
“You guys suck, sorry you have big crushes on your captain or whatever.” You stand up and leave the conversation, having had enough stupidity and enough beer for the evening. 
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Now that your relationship is public, Law had no issue telling the crew to make themselves scarce for the day while he treated you on your anniversary. He made sure the Polar Tang was in range of an inhabited island just in time for this day so he could take you out for a meal and some fresh air. 
You spent the afternoon in your room getting dolled up for your hot date with the doctor. You took a long bath, shaving and washing your hair, then spritzing your neck and wrists with a warm-smelling vanilla spiced perfume. You knew this was Law’s favorite on you. Remembering that fact, you bent forward and sprayed the perfume on the inside of your ankles and smirked to yourself. You curled your hair into soft waves and applied your makeup before slipping a silk black dress over your head. You slid on your black heels and took a look in the mirror. The black dress flattered your body and the thin fabric barely shielded your nipples from sight. 
“Not bad.” You smile at yourself and do a little twirl in your mirror. 
You grab your purse and head out to the deck to meet your boyfriend. You open the door to the deck and see Law chatting and laughing with his crew mates. He was also dressed to the nines, dress slacks as apposed to his usual denim. Of course, he still had his hat on. God forbid he forego that damn hat. 
“Wow, don’t hurt ‘em Captain!” Penguin teased Law about his cleaned up appearance. They all chuckled but as soon as they spotted you, their laughter ceased and they eyed your gorgeous visage. 
“Oh sweets, you look…” Law spoke as he started walking towards you. “Absolutely delicious…” His eyes did a quick once over of your figure before he smirked at your face. You blushed. 
“Well… shall we, haha?” You giggled nervously having all the eyes of the crew on you, wanting to hurry on to your date. 
Law chuckled at your nervousness. “Let’s shall.” Law wrapped his arm around your waist and led you down the gangplank to shore the island. 
You eased at his silly response, he was in a good mood today. He was free from work, and has his whole time and attention to give to you… and not to mention how fucking sexy you look for him tonight. 
He held your hip closely as you strolled down the town’s streets. You couldn’t help but revel in this fantasy of being a normal couple. Not a pirate life, but a domestic one. No more battles with other warlords or the government, no more fast paced escape plans, no more fighting to make a name in the New World… What if? This island seemed nice… what if you just stayed here? You had plenty enough for a house. You could stay here and be a real couple, pop out a couple of kids, be a real family. 
You shook yourself out of your daydream as Law stopped in front of you to open the door to the restaurant. He let you pass before him and you both entered and got a table. He ordered you both a bottle of wine immediately, so you could begin to celebrate as soon as possible. After you got your wine he grabbed his glass and raised it. 
“To the best two years of my life. I love you, y/n.” He used his spare hand to stroke your hand on top of the white tablecloth. 
“I love you too, Law.” You clinked your glass with his and made a loud “mmm” as the expensive wine hit your tongue. You both made quick work of the wine and were enjoying your dinner while making conversations that you wouldn’t have around your crew. 
“No no, I swear, like he’s SUCH a little weirdo-“ You laughed out as you took another sip of wine before dessert. “He like was next to me and our hands were tied and all he had to say was ‘is there food here?’ Like? Who thinks of that at a time like that?” Law let out a deep laugh with his head back. 
“Straw Hat is a weird dude, I can tell you that… Hold on, the waiter has been taking too long, I’ll go see what that’s all about.” Law said as he rose from his seat. 
“Oh honey, it’s fine, we aren’t in a rush.” You cooed at him, enjoying your evening regardless of how long dessert took to come out from the kitchen. 
“Listen, y/n, that dress? I can’t look at it much more without ripping it off you, I kind of am in a rush.” 
You blushed as he went to go find the waiter. You took another big sip of wine. 
“Excuse me miss…” You felt a tap on your shoulder. It was a very elderly woman with a cane, coming to inquire something of you. 
“Yes ma’am, can I help you?” You politely answer. 
“How long have you and your husband been together?” She inquired further. 
“Oh um… Oh he and I… we aren’t- we aren’t married, actually! Just um… seeing each other!” You stutter out. The old lady smiles down at you. 
“Well, you certainly will be! I was seated behind you, and I saw the way he looks at you. It’s been almost a century since I’ve seen anyone look like that! You’re soulmates, dear, I can tell. I bless you both in your future!” 
“T-thank you, I um… I love him very much…” You didn’t know what to say. The old lady warmly taps your shoulder. 
“I know you do, dear.” She heads to the exit slowly and you can’t help but smile. It was obvious to strangers how close you bond was, you couldn’t wait to get him home and feel him even closer. Law tracks down your dessert and you enjoy it with each other over the dregs of your second bottle of wine. 
“Excuse me, Mr Trafalgar, Sir, I would just like to let you know, your bill has been taken care of.” The waiter said as he approached your table. 
“What? We aren’t a charity case, what are you talking about?” Law is incredibly confused. 
“Was it… was it an old lady?” You chirp up at the waiter. 
“It was, she didn’t leave her name.”
“Well if she comes back again… tell her thank you. Come on, love.” You prompt your boyfriend and he gets up from his seat to pull out your chair. 
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“What was that about?” Law asked you while swinging your hands together in a tipsy manner as you walked back to the ship together. 
“Honestly? I have no idea!” You laughed while trying to keep balance on your heels on the cobblestone sidewalk. “Some ancient broad came over and said she could tell you were in love with me, and walked away!” You giggled again. 
“Oh really?!” Law suddenly picks you up underneath your butt and hoists you up against his chest. He spins you around in a circle before lowering you to kiss you softly on the lips. “How would anyone get the idea that I’m completely in love with you.” He laughs. 
“Baby… come on, let’s get back to the ship.” You giggled while grabbing his hand again to pull him quickly back to the Polar Tang. You laughed like school kids as you jogged towards the ship. 
Your back hit the cold metal wall of Law’s captains quarters on the sub. Law was pushing you up against it by holding your thighs, attacking your exposed collarbone with sucks and bites. 
“Law, please…” You moan out as he man handles your body against the wall. 
“My pretty girl wants more? Of course she does…” He slurs out as he bites the crux of your neck. “Gonna make you scream tonight, baby…” 
With this, he throws your body onto his unmade bed. He hovers over you as he shimmies your dress over your head, revealing your fully nude body to him. 
“No panties tonight, huh? You must have been expecting to get fucked… dirty girl…” Law slides his hand up your torso to pinch at your nipple, eliciting a whine from your lips. “Tell me baby, did you want to get fucked tonight?” He switches his hand to your other nipple. 
“Yes! Yes I wanted you to fuck me so badly, Law!” You desperately keen into his touch. He chuckles menacingly. “Hold these. I’m hungry again.” He grans your hands and pushes them to grab the backs of your thighs, holding them up and spread for him as he gazes at your dripping sex. “Mmm… smells so sweet, pretty girl.” Law leans forward and inhales your scent. “Gotta taste it…” 
Law dives in and flicks his tongue on your clit. You moan and fist one of your hands in his black hair, making his hat slightly off center.  He moves your hand back to your thigh. 
“Need you to keep ‘em spread for me. Just take it.” He slurped again at your clit and your back arches in pleasure. 
His spit combined with your arousal was starting to drip down to your ass and the feeling turned you on further. Law ate your sensitive little pussy with a fervor you’ve only ever experienced with him, he got off on seeing you melt under his tongue. 
After several more minutes of working your clit expertly, you feel that familiar tensing in your lower body begin to heighten. 
“Baby I’m gonna- fuck!” You cry out as you let the feeling take over your body. 
“There it is! Yes, so good my sweet girl! So pretty when you cum like that.” Law slobbers out as he enthusiastically slurps down your release. 
After coming down from your orgasm, you feel Law’s presence leave your bed. He was stripping his body of his fancy slacks and dress shirt. His hat went last. 
“Turn over, sweets.” Law lovingly strokes the outside of your thighs as you shakily get on all fours for him. He starts rubbing his leaking cock against your sopping folds, so engorged and sensitive from your orgasm. “Can you take it, baby? For me?” He dips his fat cock head in and out of your leaking hole slowly and teasingly. 
“YES LAW! Please put it in! I need it! Please…” You arch your back, trying desperately to get him to push fully into you. 
“Anything for you…” And with that, Law plunges himself into your warm hole. You both moan and clench your fists, yours around the sheets and his around the flesh of your ass. He was hitting the most important spot inside of you as he languidly pulled out and pushed back in. 
“Aaah… Law… Love you… So much…” You manage to get out as your head is sideways against the pillow in front of you. 
“Love you sweets… so much… FUCK, this pussy is so perfect… can’t believe it’s all mine…” Law growls out at you. He slaps your right ass cheek, hard. You gush out more arousal onto his shaft and balls. 
“YES daddy! It’s yours! It’s yours!” You cry out, drunk on the pleasure he was giving you. 
Law cocks his head at you as he slows his hips. You had never called him that before. He had no idea how badly it would turn him on… He continued fucking into you at a fast past, groaning every time you could clench around him. 
“Daddy! Please! Put a fucking baby in me! Please, daddy!” You called out to him, lust completely taking over your brain. You wanted to feel him claim you, making you his forever indisputably. You felt his thrusts stop. His hands still on your hips, you worry you’ve made some sort of mistake. Suddenly, you feel his strong arms flip you onto your back. A hand reaches gently, but quickly for your throat. 
“What did you say, pretty girl? I didn’t hear it.” Lawn tightens his grip on your throat while he teases his cock at your entrance. You needed to feel him inside you again so badly, you buck your hips towards his throbbing member. 
“Want you… want you to fuck a baby into me, Law…” You choke out. “Get me…” You thrust your hips up again in need. “Pregnant… Please?”
Law groaned as he watched your pathetic, needy body, trying to push his cock into your hole yourself. 
“Do you mean that, y/n? Want me to cum in you and fill you up until you’re good and stuffed? Want me to make you big and pregnant?” He teases you by swiping his cock against your swollen clit. 
“Want it so bad!” You crane your neck up to catch his lips in a kiss, but he was too far, you were a desperate little bitch for him. 
“Oh sweets… I’m going to make sure you won’t leave his bed without my baby in you…” His eyes darkened and he thrust his cock deep inside you without warning. 
“AAAHH! Law!” You shriek out, your body coming alive again and working its way to another orgasm. 
“Gonna- fuck! Gonna fuck you so full baby…” Law brings his right hand to his lips and spits a fat gob onto his fingers before bringing them down to rub at your clit. The combination of his thick cock spearing you open and his deft touch on your most sensitive bit, you feel yourself being hurtled towards another end. 
“Law, I’m gonna- ah! Cum! Want you to cum inside! Please! Want your baby, PLEASE!” You scream out as your walls clamp and spasm all over Law’s shaft. You whine and squirm all over him as he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. 
“Good girl cumming like that baby, Daddy is so proud of you. You’re gonna take this whole load, right baby? You wanna make sure Daddy gets you good and knocked up, right?” He stutters his hips. 
“Yes!” You squeak out as you feel him pump his seed deep inside of you, kissing your cervix gently. 
Law groans and collapses on top of you. You both catch your breath and he rolls off your torso to lay at your side. You curl into his chest and nuzzle your nose into the sparse chest hair in between his tattoo. 
“Happy Anniversary, sweets.” Law chuckles as he strokes your hair. 
“Mm…. Happy Anniversary, Honey.” You kiss his chest. 
“You know… we can’t have a baby until you marry me first…” He frees one of his arms and grabs a ring box from his slacks pocket by the nightstand.
“You’re kidding…” In your post coital bliss, you could barely believe you were getting a ring. 
“No baby… I’m so serious…” Law kisses your lips as he slid the diamond onto your finger. “I wanted to ask you at dinner but that lady threw me off. Will you marry me, y/n?” 
You look down at the ring on your finger and use both hands to grab Law’s face and push it into yours. “yes, yes! Of course, yes! I’ll marry you, Law!”
Law kisses you and pushes you onto your back again. “So.. Now that we’re engaged… how should we celebrate?”
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petertingle-yipyip · 7 months ago
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NEVER FELT SO ALONE - MARC SPECTOR
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Pairing: Marc x Reader
Word Count: 2,579
Summary (Request): hey!! i just finished moon knight and was wondering if can request a marc spector x reader fic or basically all of the moon knight boys where marc cheats on the reader so she doesnt get hurt and by cheating on her there would be no questions or suspicions coming from the reader n all. (basically same way how marc tries to divorce layla but she ended up finding out the truth in d end) angst with happy ending pls <33
//i don’t like cheating tropes so i didn’t actually have marc cheat and also… marc spector brainrot. love it. him and matty have permanent spaces in my brain//
“He’s been gone too long.” You paced your living room with your phone in your hand.
You were speaking to yourself, of course, given that your boyfriend was out on the town yet again doing God knew what. You knew he kept secrets, he always had. Just getting him to talk about what music he liked or what movies he liked was like pulling teeth. But of course, it wasn’t always like that. There were more goods than bads so you were willing to put up with his distance and fight and poke and prode to get him to tell you something of substance because he knew you.
He loved to hear you talk about your life. Your childhood, family and friends, work. He liked to hear you talk about your favorite shows and books, ranting about what stupid things your beloved fictional characters were doing and how you knew they were smarter than that. He asked you about school and sometimes brought food to your campus if he had time before he disappeared on some job. He’d leave a few hidden notes before he left too - usually under your pillow, in your wallet, and under your favorite bowl. You once found a note between pages of your book, his own anticipation of how far you’d get while he was gone.
Problem this time around was that there were no notes this time. There was no text or voicemail. There was no explanation. Admittedly, it happened sometimes. Sometimes it was so sudden he didn’t have time to let you know anything, but even then, he was never gone that long.
This time around, before he left, you noticed some odd things. You noticed more hushed conversations, hidden phone messages, darting glances, looking over his shoulder. He spoke even less than usual, as if he was building a wall between you two. Looking to put distance. You noticed his phone was being turned off when he left the house and a few times during his absence, you could’ve sworn you’d seen him running into the local museum.
Usually you could shrug off his odd behavior because, overall, Marc Spector was an odd man. You knew his life had been challenging and naturally, it closed him off in some regards. But shutting you out completely, going radio silence at the drop of a hat, that just wasn’t like him.
So you did some digging.
Given his phone was off, you couldn’t track any sort of locations from there. You didn’t know who he worked with when he left, save for one woman named Layla who was often as off grid as he was, so you couldn’t ask anyone. He hardly talked about family and you weren’t even sure he had friends other than you so that was a dead end. The only real starting point you had was that museum.
When your last class ended, you hopped on the crowded bus and headed over. You were welcomed by the man at the front security booth and wandered the vast space. You had to squeeze past tour groups and couples on dates, kids running around with novelty swords and replica headpieces. You squeezed between people until you found a bench that allowed you to breathe, despite the heavy crowd. You hadn’t expected it to be quite as busy and you were so tired. Just as you were about to give up, you saw him.
The spitting image of the man you loved. Only his clothes were different, baggier and plainer. His curls fell across his forehead more and he seemed to hold hismelf shorter than Marc. Maybe it wasn’t him after all.
You sighed to yourself and headed towards the exit, catching a small snippet of his voice. It was softer, tinted with an almost fake accent, with more inflictions than Marc had. You shook your head slightly as you headed out, trying to clear the idea of the doppleganger from your head but the notion seemed to keep you around the museum. You found yourself sitting on the steps outside, near a streetlight so you could try some of the assignment you needed to finish. You hadn’t even realized how long you had been there until your headphones beeped in your ears that their battery was low.
As you were putting the headphones into your bag, you noticed Marc’s doppelganger heading to the nearby bus stop. He noticed you at the same time and made his way over to you, which made your body run hot for a moment.
“Hello.” He smiled slightly. “I, uh- I saw you inside. Can I ask why you’re still out here?”
“Yeah, it looks a little weird, huh?” You laughed, trying to contain the whirlwind of thoughts set off by the man’s voice. It was so strange to hear such a soft, relatively hesitant tone coming from a face that you knew to be much more confident. “I just thought I saw someone I’ve been looking for… Turns out it wasn’t him.”
“Old friend?”
“Boyfriend, actually.”
“Oh…” He nervously wrung his hands and you almost laughed at how out of character that movement seemed. “Wait, why are you looking for your boyfriend?”
“No reason.” You shrugged. “Just thought I saw him.”
“Right… Well, are you alright to get home? It’s not like a… “we’re in a fight and he kicked me out” situation?”
At that, you did laugh.
“I’m alright, thanks.” You shook your head with a smile. “But if you hear about a guy named Marc coming around, tell him Y/N needs to talk to him, yeah?”
“Marc? Uh.. Alright, yeah. Yeah, okay. You said Y/N?”
“Mhmm…”
“Have we…”
Your brows raised while the gears turned in his head. His eyes darted around your face, down to your clothes and back to your eyes while he tried to put the pieces together. He opened his mouth to say something before he shook his head, seemingly confusing himself in the process. 
“You okay over there?” You asked carefully, leaning in slightly for your own examination.
“Yeah, just… I don’t know. Deja vu maybe.”
“Hmm.” You nodded and leaned away. “What’s your name, anyway?”
“Steven.” He tapped the pocket of his jacket and you saw a little pinsized hole for where you assumed his nametag usually sat. “Steven Grant.”
“Cool.” You said simply. But you recognized that name as one of the characters that Marc told you about, from one of the things he used to watch with his brother that turned into their own little roleplaying game. And maybe it was a coincidence but something was strange. “See you around, Steven.”
“Bye, Y/N.”
A few days went by before you saw him again. You had tried going by the museum but he wasn’t there. You even asked the man who watched the cameras and he said that Steven - though he called him by some unrelated name - hadn’t been in since the night you met him. You were at another dead end.
You wandered the streets when you got a vague text with an address. It was an unknown number and the relatively common text style gave you no clues. Automatically you assumed it was Marc from a burner phone. Who else would it have been? With as much of a hurry as you could without drawing extra attention, you made your way to the apartment.
You gave a quick knock to the door and it popped open, seemingly on its own since no one was on the other side to greet you. You wandered the cramped space, finding a bed in the center of a sand circle, books stacked on books on every table, a small trashcan overflowing with crumpled balls of tape, A vast fishtank stood in the middle of the room and you leaned in to see the fish, a small thing missing a fin, and caught glimpse of the man watching you from the other side. His near sudden appearance made you jump and bump your head against the glass.
You mumbled an apology to the fish as he scurried to another corner of the tank and you stood straighter.
“You’re the one who texted me?” You asked simply, not wanting to take a guess if it was Marc or Steven that stood before you.
“Yeah.” He said in the same plain tone and you didn’t catch any accent. It was definitely Marc. “Heard you were looking for me.”
“Wouldn’t have to look if you would’ve told me where you were going or that you were alive, at least.”
“”Yeah... I never meant to worry you.”
“Clearly.” Your brows raised quickly. “Nice place.”
“It’s not mine.”
You made a small noise in your throat before wandering the space a bit more. You peaked through some of the books, finding a book of French poems by a woman who you knew Marc didn’t read. But someone Marc knew and worked with did.
“This Layla’s place?” You asked simply, swallowing the rising bile in your throat.
“Layla?” He asked, arms crossing over his chest but not moving from his spot. “What makes you say that?”
“The French poems.” You said honestly. “Not to mention all the Egyptian stuff, you having a fake accent and working at the museum in the Egypt wing… It’s a lot to do just to be a good partner.”
“Right… Look, about all of that..”
“You didn’t answer my question.” You cut in firmly.
“I’m trying to.”
“No you’re not. You’re avoiding. You’re choosing a piece of what I said rather than the actual important part.”
“This isn’t Layla’s place, okay?” He rolled his eyes slightly.
“So this is your place?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of.” You repeated with a scoff. “Right. So, what, it belongs to that fake persona I talked to a few nights ago.”
“Fake?”
“Steven. Come on, that accent? And he’s named after that thing you told me from you and your brother… Did you think I was stupid?”
“What do you think is going on?” His brows furrowed.
“Well, I have a couple working theories.” You said with a shrug as you dropped to sit on the edge of the bed. “One is that you’ve been cloned. You know the American government, doing experiments with soldiers and not telling them.”
That one made Marc chuckle.
“Not a clone, baby.” He smirked. “But keep going.”
“Okay, good to know.” You nodded. “Second is that you’re just working.”
“That all?”
“Well there’s the idea that you’re cheating on me but…”
“But what?”
“But if that was true then I’d have to leave your ass and I don’t really want to do that. Which is why you’re gonna tell me right now if that’s the case or not.”
“And who would this mystery woman be?”
“Layla.” You shrugged.
“Layla?” His brows raised incredulously, almost insulted that you would say that.
“You have her favorite poet on your desk, Marc. You two constantly go off on little excavations and jobs. She’s cute, fiery, not afraid of challenge, just your type really. Not to mention, you’ve been pretty close since you met.”
“You know why we met.”
“Yeah but did you ever tell her? I bet she wouldn’t fuck you if she knew you killed her dad.”
“Wow.” His eyes went wide. “You had that one ready, didn’t you?”
“Well you’ve been gone for a while. I had some time to come up with some good ones.”
“Y’know what…” He pushed his tongue against his cheek with a small scoff, as if something just came to him. “Yeah.. Yeah, I’ve been sleeping with Layla. Every time I ‘go to work’ I’m just meeting with her.”
“Hmm, funny.” You offered a sarcastic expression. “Just tell me what’s really going on.”
“I just did.”
“And I don’t believe you.”
“Course you don’t.” He mumbled and ran a hand down his face.
“Wanna say that again?” You challenged sharply, daring to close the distance between you two. You glared up at him, ignoring the fact that the height difference made you less intimidating than you were aiming for, but you stuck to your guns. “Or do you want to say something else?”
“I love you.” He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around. “But there’s the door.”
“You son of a bitch.” You twisted out of his grip and spun again to face him. “You don’t get to kick me out after you tell me you’re cheating.”
“You’re the one that said you’d walk out.” He shrugged.
“If you two shack up here, then I'm sure she has some clothes here. Bathroom products, maybe. Toothbrush? Hair brush? She’s gotta have some underwear here at least, right?” You kept pushing as you stepped deeper into the small apartment in an effort to mate Marc couldn’t throw you out.
“Y/N.” He sighed and followed after you.
“Just tell me the truth.” You stopped and spun quickly to face him, almost colliding with his chest as he was coming up behind you. “Because I’ve never felt so alone. These few weeks without you have been like my world is falling apart. It’s gut-wrenching to wake up without you. No calls, no texts, no little notes around my place…”
His heart twisted when he realized how much he had been hurting you.
“You’re right… I’m not cheating on you.” He admitted with a sigh as his eyes fell to the ground.
You breathed a small sigh of relief and reached out to take his hands in yours. His thumbs ran back and forth along the backs of your hands. You gave them a small squeeze and he managed to meet your eyes again.
“I… Jesus, this is gonna sound nuts.” He sighed.
“I'm listening, Marc.” You said softly.
“You won’t believe me.” He shook his head.
“I believe you love me. And I love you. I believe you thought you were being noble and protecting me, but I always feel safer and more protected when you’re with me. Just be honest and we can work it out.”
“I serve Khonshu.” He said suddenly, as if it was his only chance to get the words out. “He saved my life before I met you and my servitude is how I repay that debt.”
“Khonshu…” You repeated, an expression of uncertainty on your face. “Is that the Egyptian moon god that looks like a bird version of Jack Skelingtion?”
At that, he chuckled and it brought a small smile out of you.
“Pretty much.” He laughed and nodded.
“And Steven?”
“That’s a longer story.”
“So let’s go home. I’ll make some food and we can talk about it.”
“You sure?” He gave your interlocked hand a small pull so you were chest to chest. He guided your hands to rest on his shoulders while his found their place at your waist. “You’re about to find out how much of a trainwreck I really am.”
You shrugged slightly. “Good thing I’m in it for the long run. I’m gunning for your last name eventually so I better buckle up, huh?”
“God, I love you.” He grinned.
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Halloween Party
Adam pouted as he looked at his costume, he wasn't sure he wanted to wear it anymore now that he was three months pregnant and was starting to show. Before he could have used something to hide his stomach. But if he does that now it'll hurt his babies.....
Adam: This is stupid I'm not going.
He sat down on the bed and crossed his arms and legs and pouted.
Lucifer fixed the mask over his eyes and the black top hat on his head. He turned to Adam confused.
Lucifer: What? But if you don't come with me as Sailor Moon I'll just look like a guy in a suit and not Tuxedo Mask. What's the matter?
Adam didn't say anything for a minute: It doesn't fit.....
Lucifer: You tried it yesterday and it was okay.
Adam rubbed his belly and Lucifer softened. He walked over and cupped Adams face.
Lucifer: You'll look beautiful my love.
Adam flushed: Sailor Moon isn't fucking pregnant.
Lucifer: It's just proof of how much the Mask loves the Moon.~
Lucifer kissed him and placed a hand on his small baby bump, their twins were in there and he couldn't wait to be a dad again.
Adam: Fine, but if anyone says anything-
Lucifer: I will turn Bambi inside out before he finishes his sentence.
Adam: I love you so much. Fine, I fucking change.
Lucifer backed up to give Adam room to put on his costume.
Lucifer: My work here is done!
Adam giggled: But you didn't do anything.
Lucifer wiped his cape around and ran out of the room, only to run into the door and fall to the floor. Adam laughed but helped him up.
Lucifer: I'm okay.
Adam had his costume on and he guessed it didn't look that bad. His costume was stretched slightly over the small swell of his baby belly.
Adam: Okay let's go before I change my fucking mind again.
Lucifer: After you my sweet.~
The actual party was a lot of fun and Charlie was so happy they made it and loved their costumes. Lucifer did end up knocking out one of Alastor's teeth for a comment he made towards his sweet fiancé.
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babydollmarauders · 2 years ago
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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART THREE)
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y/ndevils00 hello and welcome back to tonight’s game recap, also known as the jack hughes show!
tonight my dear captain got into ANOTHER scrimmage, and landed his ass in the naughty boy box! this call was completely in the wrong though, and the refs were obviously paid off, so,,, take what you will from that.
my favorite dilh on the whole team: shara, got the first goal of the night!! GO YEGOR, GO!
(fuck it we) bahl also scored a goal tonight! however i did not get a picture because i was getting a beer… sorry kevin
i caught merc-dog and edward cullen gossiping about how cute my outfit looked, can’t really blame them, i looked hot tonight 🤭
and finally, lil jizzy got a hat trick tonight! to me! because one of his goals was actually taken away for offsides but i think that’s stupid and i’m protesting it. but if we’re being technical, he got 2 goals 🙄 i just think we shouldn’t be technical. anyways, rowdy had a great night and i’m so proud of him! and he’s gonna have an even better night later! (is this what they call a hard launch?)
however, the boys lost 5-4 to the sabres and did not clinch their playoff spot tonight because this game was as rigged as a nepo baby’s career! there’s always tomorrow, i guess!
tagged nicohischier, sharangovich17, dawson1417, ryangraves27 and jackhughes
nicohischier thank you? i guess?
y/ndevils00 you’re welcome! i always stand up for you swiss cheese!
nicohischier no matter what you say, it isn’t a good nickname
y/ndevils00 you just hate when i’m happy
sharangovich17 dilh? and thank you y/n!
y/ndevils00 dilh: Dad I’d Like to Hug! 🫂🫂
sharangovich17 oh, i will hug you tomorrow!
y/ndevils00 YES! SUCK IT LOSERS, I GET A SHARA HUG
jackhughes @/y/ndevils00 who are you talking to?
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you.
user51 JACK AND Y/N CONFIRMED
user38 and through an innuendo nonetheless 😭 that’s such a y/n way to confirm their relationship
jackhughes this is not what a hard launch is
jackhughes sometimes i question your sanity
y/ndevils00 yet you’re still with me
jackhughes i have a thing for crazy girls
y/ndevils00 damn, no wonder you’re so down bad for me
jackhughes thank you baby. love you!
y/ndevils00 you left something out
jackhughes love you to the moon and to saturn 🙄🪐
y/ndevils00 awww i love you too baby
user70 y/n and jack officially confirmed but the devils lost?! this is the best and worst day of my life
dawson1417 can confirm we were talking about your outfit, and definitely not the game that was going on right at that moment
ryangraves27 yes, your outfit was so much more important
y/ndevils00 i knew it! thank you boys, i put a lot of thought into that outfit 😌
jackhughes she threw it on 10 minutes before we had to leave
y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes absolutely nobody asked you
john.marino97 i hate to break it to you, y/n, but the game wasn’t rigged
y/ndevils00 i think i know more about hockey than you do genius
john.marino97 you can’t just pull out that vine every time someone educates you, y/n/n
y/ndevils00 who says?
dawson1417 who says by selena gomez
y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 you get me 🫂
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countryrebel1995 · 1 year ago
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I didn't want to have to make this post, I've seen enough shipping drama on Tumblr over the years that I usually steer clear of it, but there’s been so much Nooshy bashing in the tags lately that I feel compelled to weigh in on it.
Why do people like Nooshy? Well, to put it simply, even though she’s never the center of attention in "Sing 2", Nooshy manages to be a girl with layers, and there's a lot to appreciate about her. When we're first introduced to her, she's a street performer so she can make the money that she needs to survive, but she’s also genuinely passionate about her craft - she loves to dance - and she enjoys getting a chance to share that passion with someone else whenever they come along.
While she can be snarky and prickly and slow to trust strangers, she’s also very nice once you get to know her. After a young turtle kid almost screws up her performance, she's still very playful and accommodating towards him. When she’s brought backstage to the Crystal theater, she compliments some dude's hat just to make him feel good about himself. While she initially agrees to help Johnny because he offers to pay her, she starts to stick up for him and genuinely support him, because the way Klaus treats him isn't right. She decides to help the Moon Theater troupe put on their big show, even though she's only known these people for about a week and their plan will surely be very dangerous, because the way Jimmy Crystal treats them isn't right either and she wants to help them stick it to the man. After Johnny tells her that he and his family used to be a gang of notorious criminals, Nooshy never judges them for their shady past, and is actually quite happy to see how close he and his father are now (especially since it's implied that she might not even have parents herself). And during "A Sky Full Of Stars", she encourages Johnny to never give up and follow his heart, because he's her friend and she wants to see him succeed.
Nooshy is snarky and mischievous, but underneath it all, she's actually a very kind girl, and very loyal towards the people who earn her respect. And by the end of "Sing 2", she gets her happy ending when she not only gets a new paying career doing what she loves, but also finds a place where she belongs among the Moon Theater troupe.
The reason why I just went off on that rather long tangent, dissecting her character, is to drive home the point that Nooshy has done nothing in the canon films to warrant the way people talk about her sometimes.
I've seen people insult everything about her and her fans for shipping reasons, because they see her as a threat to their preferred ships (even though she and Johnny are not even canonically a couple by the end of "Sing 2"). And there's a real double standard when it comes to this too, because no other character who's been shipped with Johnny over the years gets this kind of treatment. Meena doesn't, Ash doesn't, Ryan doesn't (even though the claim that Nooshy haters sometimes make - that people only like her as one half of a ship - could just as easily be said about him).
And this is really nothing new. Characters getting trash-talked over shipping wars is a tale as old as time when it comes to fandoms, and people are entitled to their opinions. The reason why I made this post is because lately, the Nooshy bashing is starting to cross a line.
Over the last few months, I've been seeing a growing number of comments complaining about people including Nooshy in their fanart. I've also been seeing a growing number of posts outright insulting people who like Nooshy or like to ship her with Johnny, saying that they're stupid and shallow and should just go away because they’re a blight on the fandom.
How about no.
In a fandom, people are allowed to like whatever character they like, or ship whatever couple they like, so long as they're not hurting anyone. If you hate Nooshy so much that you can't stand seeing any fanart of her or fanfics of her, because you don't want to be reminded that she exists, then I'm sorry but you're either just going to have to deal with that or stop engaging with the parts of the fandom where people want to appreciate her. Because quite frankly, your hatred for this character is no one else’s problem except your own and people are not going to stop liking her just for your benefit.
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chxrrybomb22 · 6 months ago
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Tom Riddle x twin reader (fem) (AU)
Cowritten by @chxrrybomb22 @midnightgrimoire
[sorry if their is spelling mistakes we did go did poof read it and we are both dyslexic]
18+ warning - We don’t know what warning to add. ~Just so you know it will be dark just not yet~ (P.T 1 remake feedback would be appreciated and any repost ☺️)
(Tom Riddle) - {Christian Coulson}
( Adelaide Riddle) - {Lily Collins}
(Alexander McLaggen) - {Hayden Christensen}
The three moon bored are made by both me and @midnightgrimoire and they are at the bottom
Tom and Adelaide Riddle are like a ying and yang one represent the good and one represents the evil. They have had a shit childhood and that putting it lightly. From their mother drugging their father with a love potion which has only effected tom not Adelaide ( nobody knows for certain why) as Tom has grown to become obsessive and controlling over Adelaide.
Living in an orphanage was not all sunshine and rainbow as Adelaide was bullied for being ‘weaker than Tom and more valuable’. If you are wondering what happened to their mother and father you will be shocked that their mother loved a muggle who didn’t love her back so she drugged him with a love potion and once she given birth the potion worn off and their father fled in fright as he ‘woke up from a sleep’ and he was terrified to find out he was married to a woman he didn’t know and has just given birth to his ‘twins’.
Once Tom and Adelaide were 11 they were approached by a man called Dr.Dumbledore. Who they thought was a doctor to help Tom after he had ‘accident’ with an other child in the orphanage after Adelaide kept playing with the child everyday and not Tom unknowingly putting that child in risk. People were often too scared to approach Adelaide when tom was lurking about which confused the poor girl as to her he was the best brother and twin anyone could ask for ( not knowing how evil he truly was. Completely convinced the ‘accidents were just that accidents’}.
{ time jump to first year in Hogwarts after being sorted into different houses}
To say tom was livid was an understatement of the century would not be accurate to the rage he was feeling after hearing the sorting hat split him and his precious twin “ how would she survive without him?” Whyl he was simmering with rage she was content to have made new friends as back in the orphanage she had no friends due to toms actions.
At the hufflepuf table Adelaide was happy to be making friends and having playful conversations with people who didn’t run away in fear of her brother. And this is when she met her future best friend and soon to be lover Alexander McLaggen. For the poor boy it was love at first sight when he saw Adelaide and her soft, warm doe eyes, the complete opposite of Toms cold and calculating eyes. He was completely enamoured which her.
And yes if you are wondering his great-nephew is Cormac McLaggen, the only difference is Alexander was raised right. He felt more comfortable with Adelaide knowing she was ‘ment’ to be in Slytherin with her twin, Knowing they were in the ‘wrong house’ as his family before him were all in Gryffinod the pressure was immense.
Half way through the year tom confronts his sister and warns her to stay away from the boy “not only are we not in the same house but now you’re talking and hanging around MCcLaggen. That childish twat doesn’t stop talking about quidich and doesn’t even know basic potions”
And her response were “so what if he doesn’t stop talking about the things he’s like i mean look at me i love to talk about animals and plants, dose that mean there is something wrong with me? Do I annoy you too? Tom? I am also bad at positions dose that mean I’m stupid?’
“ no your not don’t say something like that your not stupid or annoying you’re my sister, my twin, two half of one soul i could never get mad at you” but what he didn’t say was ‘but i can get mad at everyone else who got in my way to you’.
{ time jump to their 3rd year Tom find out they kiss }
Now they been at school for 3 year everything was going smoothly tom doesn’t know about Adelaide and Alexander secret meetings for the last to years outside the common rooms. ( the only time they get to see each other is in the common rooms as tom makes sure to keep them both separated from each other).
Tom demanded Adelaide to meet him in the library for a study session “what do you mean you don’t get it Adelaide we have been over this you add the water after the trolls snot”
“ but its too hard to remember how do you remember it? It’s too hard can’t we just go in the gardens and looks for bunnies?”
“ you know better than anyone else ‘bunnies’ wouldn’t be on hog warts grounds the womping willow will kill them all and-“ and this was when tom was interrupted by a Cher air and oblivious Alexander not knowing tom hated his guts. “ Adelaide fancy seeing you here i thought you said you don’t like to read?”
At this point you can see this is were tom anger started to boil “ well she needs to learn somehow and no thanks to you.”
“ ok not gonna lie that was a bit harsh but what can you do? We all cant be good at everything like you mister perfect.” Watching the pissing match between the two boys Adelaide had enough and decided she was finished watching them metaphorically go at each others throats. “ ok, ok, ok, Enough i get it, I get it your both the pretty girls. But i need to go and i have had it with you and all your bickering. McLaggen i will see you in the common rooms later after class, don’t forget you need to give back that ‘ book you borrowed’” she quickly got up and headed off the common rooms all the why’ll tom was giving both of them death glares. “ sure ill go get it now” they both race off together to the common rooms to avoid toms glare.
After Tom sneakers in the hufflepuff common rooms to see Adelaide he notice she not there and he starts to panick as it is past curfew set by the teachers, as he starts to franctily search around the common room only to come across fain noise in one of the alcoves on the wall. Pulling the curtain with a greate amount of force only to find not to ind his twin, his other half with none other than that low life boy!!!!!.
Adelaide and Alexander were in their own world completely unaware of tom presents. As Adelaide was telling Alexander all about the new bird she had found.
“I was shocked because it’s not everyday you see a Red-Baked Shrike” Adelaide spoke with so much enthusiasm it was almost like her eyes were sparking. “So what is a red-Baked shrike? And were did you find it?”
“A Red-Baked shrike is a little off white bird with brown wings and back line a cross it eye s almost as if it doesn’t want you to know who it is ~” she slowly stops talking only to see Alexander is staring at her lip with such a intense gaze it could have melt ice and all Alexander could think was how stunning her brown eye look and how the colour in her eyes looks like the most inviting hot cup of hot coco (her favourite drink). Alexander couldn’t help him self from starring at her and thinking when he is around her time stops as if he had the choice all he could listen to was her voice for all eternity. “Can i just say you have the most welcoming and softest voice i have ever had the pleasure of hearing in my life” as he basked in her inviting aura. “ I-I-I don’t really know how to respond s-s-sorry?”
“ let me respond for you-“ before he new it he had worked up the courage to lean over and give her a kiss.
Her lip were Devine, the softest of any silk and My God she tasted better than he could have ever imagined. Adelaide was at shock at first because she didn’t think her best friend and her long time crush would like her never mind kissing her. ( The woman was stunned to speak)she was stunned in to silence and then she returned the kiss with just as much if not more passion. They broke apart from their kiss looking at each other as if they were the only ones left in the world. “Can i just say that was the BEST kiss I’ve ever had in my life” that statement caused Adelaide to ruin the mood by lauhing out loud and Antalya saying “that WAS your first kiss you have nothing to compère it with.”
Unknown to them tom was watching the whole scene go down. He was all but ready to rag that little shit to the forbidden forest and feed him to the monsters that lay within. The amount of rage he was feeling was incomprehensible the only thing that stopped him from confronting them. Was the fact that they were in the Hufflepuff common room as well as the prefects finish the rounds of the castle for the night. Once tom finally makes it to his room he begins to make plans on how to separate that little cunt and his pressure little Adelaide.
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slayingqueenchal · 2 years ago
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two of hearts, the prank, and the moon | remus lupin x f!reader
Summary : you were apart of the prank, but in the process, you turned into a werewolf but now remus hates you (and sirius)
Warning : angst, happy ending, pet names like 'love'
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"Severus!" James screamed, immediately pulling him out of the shrieking shack, but in the process, turning into a human. You and sirius looked at each other. You two messed up.
Remus came howling at the two boys, and running to them. Sirius tried to use his wand but, nothing worked.
James was your bestfriend, although severus was not, you didn't want him to die, so, you did the unthinkable and the most stupid thing in the world.
You thought that if you stood in front of the two, James and severus would be alright, and, you were right, they were alright but, you'll need to pay for it. "REMUS,NO! " James screamed.
That was the last thing you heard other than dog barks, rat sounds, and severus's heavy breathing. That was the last thing you heard before you woke up in the hospital wing.
"Y/n? " Sirius puts his hat down. "Y/n, y/n? You're awake! " Sirius smiled. Though his eyes were a bit dark, he looks happier than ever.
"What happened, siri? " You opened your eyes thoroughly, looking at the bright lanterns around. "Our prank didnt end well, and, i-i think this will be a shock, I think I should tell you after you heal" Sirius Stuttered, his eyes not daring to see yours.
"Tell me, Sirius, it's remus isn't it? He hates me, he hates us right now" You sighed. But to your suprise, Sirius shook his head "way worse than that.. That night, you tried to protect James and severus, and you did, but, well, remus, this isn't remus, but it is remus, remus is not remus when he turns into a werewolf but remus just-"
"Sirius, stop, just tell me" You pulled your blanket, eager to know what Sirius was gonna tell you. "Remus, or, his wolf self, bit you, but, you won't feel it right now, madam pomfrey gave you a lot of painkillers and spells". Suddenly, you didn't want to know.
From that day on, you were a werewolf.
"Does remus know? " You asked, "no" Sirius shrieked. "Does the others know, including Severus? ", " Yes, but, Severus swore not to tell anyone" Sirius said.
"Is remus okay? " You asked, again, Sirius replied "no, not quite" He paused "he's physically alright, but mentally.. Not so alright. Hes been going crazy, talking shit about us, but, we deserve it, well I deserve it, and, don't be surprised if he doesn't want to talk to you for awhile"
Your stomach dropped. You did the wrong thing but, you thought, remus, your best friend, who, you've been flirting with for years, and what you thought was liking each other, hates you now.
"Y/n? " Sirius said. "Sorry, that was just a lot to take in"
From that day forward, you hated yourself more than anything. Most of all, you hated yourself for thinking youre still allowed to love remus and you hate your self for loving remus, after the things he had said.
It was as if the full moon was close for, everyday. Remus became an asshole and a sweetheart. But for you and Sirius, he became an absolute asshole. You hated it. You still have a soft spot for him. You still hanged out with the same friends, and slowly it was turning.. Unbareable.
Everyone slowly starts to disappear, Sirius barely being there, remus talking shit and flirting with other girls, which, is fine but, you've had enough.
So slowly, you drifted away from everything, staying in your dorm longer, and what was so unlikely was being friends with Severus.
"You swear you won't tell anyone, about remus, and my condition" You asked. "I won't, and, why do you care so much about remus now, I've seen or, well, everyone has seen, remus has been a git towards you" Severus said.
"Well, I've never really had a friend like him, well, Severus, how about we make wolfsbane" You gave a small smile. "Let's make it then, attempt number 7,i think this is it" Severus smiled.
In the process of making wolfsbane, remus was not having it at all.
Remus scoots over to his bed in the common room. "Didn't know why I'd care for such a bitch anyways" Remus scoffed. "Moony, everyone here knows you don't mean that, you'll never say something like that about y/n" Sirius said, only receiving a shrug.
"Hey, you know sirius's right" James said. "Really? Cause she certainly made me think that I had to pack up and leave Hogwarts. " Remus rolled his eyes. "You know, we're slowly losing and missing her, and, she's know friends with Severus" Peter said. "Pete, I don't care about her, I don't care if she's friends with him".
"Rem, what happened to 'I love her'? " Sirius asked. Everyone's eyes on him, remus replied "w-well I won't say that has changed but, she for sure has changed".
"Moony, y/n loves you and you need to talk to her, the girl has been running like a lost cat searching for its owner, everyday the only thing she asks was if your were okay, if you wanted to talk to her, if-if you knew-" James said, but was cut off by Sirius "that's enough".
"Continue, James". " I can't" James say, but remus forced him to. "That night, she, she tried to protect us, but- it's not your fault but, you accidentally bit her,"
"What? " Remus said, his heart beating faster, his palms were wet, and his faces suddenly becomes pale. Everything became slow. "No, no, how long have you guys- guys knew- know this" Remus was so shooked and scared that, he was not talking proper English anymore.
"Ever since she got bit, Peter, Sirius, Severus and I know, and, she told us not to tell you, and that, it was because you kept avoiding her and talk shit about her that she became friends with the slytherins, because- she felt like a first year to.. To like you, and she hated herself for it, and she said that she felt more like a fan than a friend, and that, Peter, Sirius and I should keep a distance between her and us, she said that, if she keeps hanging out with us, she might mess up even more" Now James weren't even sure he was using the correct grammar or not.
"But, what? She likes me?, and she turned? She, she, where's y/n, I need to talk to her" Remus stood up from his bed, catching the map that Sirius throwed to him.
The library.
Remus never runned as fast as this. He looked for you in Everysection, and there you were. Sitting and reading your favorite book.
"Y/n" He said. "Rem? " Your voice were soft "what are you doing here". " Is checking for a friend a crime? " Remus asked.
You looked away, tears was coming out of your eyes "friends you say, after calling me a slut and what ever things you've said about me".
"Y/n, I'm sorry" Remus said. "What are you sorry for, I'm the one who's supposed to be sorry, I betrayed your trust, and, you- I'm sorry, I really am.. I suppose you know already? " You asked, still not looking at him, even though he was sitting next to you.
"About, uhm, about me biting you? " Remus asked. "Knew you'd find out sooner or later" You accidentally squeaked.
"Y/n, are you crying? " Remus asked. "No, I'm not crying" You sobbed, even more. "Hey, y/n, y/n, love, look at me" He said, grabbing your hand.
"I'm sorry, Remus, im really am sorry, I swear I didn't mean to do that, and all the things you said were right, and things doesn't need to go back like it used to be but-but, please, just, forgive me" You covered your eyes with your hands.
"I forgive you and I'm sorry, about the things I've said, and I'm really sorry about it, you know, it" Remus said. It was visible that his eyes were glassy.
"Remus, it was my fault, it was my fault that I brought Severus with me, you don't have to be sorry, and thank you for forgiving me.. "
"What now? " Remus asked. "Forget about each other's existence? " You sniffed.
Remus's face were visibly disappointed. "Before we do that, I want to tell you something" Remus said, and you swore that you could heat his breathing getting faster and faster.
"I love you". That was it. "I-i, remus" You shook your head. "I get it, like you said, we could forget about each others existence and move on".
"No, remus, we've wasted so much time" You said. "By that.. You mean? ", " How dense can you get, remus, I love you too.. " You said, finally smiling.
"Really? "
"Really. I do love you, and, I'm sorry about everything that has been going on"
"I'm sorry, my love, I don't mean any of the things I've said"
"Prove it, then"
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tyk-tyk-tyk · 2 days ago
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How about, for the meme: good ol’ lodger, and Maxwell if you want to do another!! :3
Sorry this took so long to answer! Going to start with The Lodger, and I’ll put Maxwell from Don’t Starve under the cut!
First impression
I remember the most striking thing was the art style, his eyes were absolutely haunted and I loved them. His design alone is what got me looking at the game.
Impression now
He’s such a little gremlin. I mean, come on, look at him! He’s such a little shit being an unreliable narrator, and I think that’s my favorite character flaw I’ve ever had the pleasure of observing and writing.
Favorite moment
Which leads into the next point, I think the most haunting part of the game was The Lodger constantly contradicting himself and abruptly saying “Help me.” with no other explanation. I know the gameplay is clunky, grindy, and completely unfair—But I will ride and die for the atmosphere at least.
Idea for a story (Mentions of disease/rotting/minor horror elements! Skip to the next one if you don’t want to read this!)
I’ve had this draft called ‘doppelgänger’ in my WIPs for ages, but it was meant to be The Lodger finding a wounded stranger out in the woods and nursing them back to health. There’s a funeral custom about draping things over mirrors, so The Lodger hasn’t seen his own reflection in years. Prattles on and on about how this poor stranger should have taken better care of themselves, they look uncanny! Their eyes look hollowed in and their skin is a deathly pale and their red hair looks like it’s falling out—
By the time he realizes it’s a living and breathing copy of himself, he’s already invited it into his home, and he has to decide what to do from here on out.
Unpopular opinion
Is this fandom even big enough for popular opinions I think the lodger would be an antivaxxer in modern times, you know bro would PANIC about conspiracy theories
Favorite relationship
Him and his bed (and if you’re not with the government, I’ll ship him with basically any other man even if it’s toxic just to try and experiment with what he would do in a relationship. Please for the love of god keep him away from the girl in the woods though her Steam card is LITTLE GIRL not grown woman, that’s his daughter not his date)
Favorite headcanon
I always struggle to decide which is more heartbreaking and plausible, if The Lodger is some guy that a nearby town/city sees every now and then and never sees him again for months on end, or if no one even knows he exists and his house is just a stop in the middle of nowhere.
Though while we’re on that note, I think regardless he is insanely lonely and LOVES company of any kind. To the point where it can be kind of overbearing. But he’s trying his best.
Now, about that Maxwell guy
First impression
I haaated him, but only because I always imagined him smugly laughing every time I died to something stupid in Don’t Starve. Everything felt like concentrated spite towards my journey to the throne (that never even got past King of Winter)
Impression now
I like him so much as a character. I remembered unlocking Maxwell with cheats just to run through his dialogue in game (even though I could have just looked at the wiki, I wasn’t smart okay) and watching someone else get to his throne. It was such whiplash for me to realize that someone who (allegedly) was taunting me was actually just in an insane amount of endless misery.
Favorite moment
“Even the king is bound to the board.” Such an iconic line for me.
Also any time he whines about physical labor or his clothes getting dirty always makes me laugh
Idea for a story
It’s hard to say, I don’t tend to do a lot of writing for Maxwell since my amazing and most best friend in the world often writes him. Though I’ve always found the concept of Wilson interacting with William funny. I think once upon a time an ancient moon ago, I wanted to draw a mini comic where Wilson and William were spying on Maxwell using bush hats. Wilson goes ‘Alright, go talk to him.’ and William replies ‘No way, I scare me!’
Sigh, simpler times.
Unpopular opinion
I haven’t interacted with the fandom in LITERALLY YEARS so this could have changed, but I think people like to try and pull like… Internet cancel culture on this old man. Saying that just because he was evil once, he’s evil forever. And while I don’t think he’s entirely sunshine and rainbows, the man was poor and I get why he literally made a deal with the devil. You can tell that he never wanted at least Charlie to get involved, and he quite literally was gaslit back into the dark side, so. I dunno, be kind to your elders or something.
Favorite relationship
Initially I was so off-put by Maxwil, but as I’ve gotten older I think it’s one of my favorite opposites attract tropes.
I love Maxlie more than anything though. 10/10 friends to lovers to enemies to lovers, no notes.
Favorite headcanon
I think he likes to do magic tricks for the kids. Or anyone who will watch and won’t make fun of him. He may put on a refined gentlemanly front but I think he’ll always be a nerd.
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katyspersonal · 8 months ago
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Alright, go crazy, go stupid ✌️
48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?
For the Bloodborne girl cast!
uhhh, Maria, Doll, Annalise, Henriett, Gratia, Queen Yharnam, Ebrietas, Rom, Flora, Kos, Arianna, Adella, Eileen, white church doctor, black church doctor, Fausefka, Iosefka, Old Lady lol, Viola, Gascoigne’s daughters, Mergo’s Wet Nurse, Vicar Amelia, Witches of Hemwick, uhhhhhhh, Yurie, Bell Women, Cainhurst portrait women, Dores, Adeline,…..uhhhh….well….dammit if I have forgotten someone very important then I apologize to all women.
(Ask from this ( x ) meme) Ohhhh boy, look who heard out my wish to discuss the design features!! Thank you very much!
48) What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?
ATTENTION: for some of these characters I might use my own headcanons on their appearances as an answer!
Maria and Doll: their lovely super pale eyelashes! As usual, common Fromsoft W putting effort into a detail that is hard to notice by normal means!
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As for the distinct design elements (which in their case their clothes), for Maria I love the cute smaller broches by either side of her main one, and for the Doll I love her cute floral-patterned gloves!
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Annalise: I love her big forehead. I am worried that I miss out this feature on accident sometimes in my drawings of her (just need more art skill), but I am mindful about it!
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Henriett: I love that she either 1) is implied to wear a makeup (gotta stay class no matter what) or 2) just has naturally different color for brows and eyelashes? Common Fromsoft W on details no sane person would detect yet AGAIN. Close second is her awesome top hat that no one wears like her.
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Gratia: I love her red hair so much. She has the most red hair in the setting. I love this so much. Hers is more red than Cainhurst red, even.
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(From this ( x ) page with datamined corpse models, some of the following ones will also be from here)
Queen Yharnam: This is exclusive for her pregnant/boss variant, the one we interact with peacefully doesn't have them. But I love cute rose-themed decorations around her gown! Adorable detail!
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Ebrietas: Her big anime girl green eyes, what else I can say? x) The very distinct feature, and they look like there are green cosmic nebulas shining inside them!
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Rom: This is hard to choose because this IS the perfect female body, I think her existence alone should prove how useless beauty standards are dhfsdh I will never be her 😔 Her adorable tails is the close second, but I love that she is a forest. What grows on her back is more resembling of tree branches with glowing buds! This is not lumenweed, this is lumenWOOD! XD
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Flora: The small wings. Of the 'skinny' type and not birdlike type, same as Ebrietas' and celestial children, but kinda damaged, or undeveloped? These wings tell a story. Feels similar to how Amygdalae have just lump of flesh in the place of wings, but their Kin, Gardens of Eyes, do have beautiful butterfly wings! It feels like a theme of needing humanity (?) to be truly fulfilled. Jealous Moon, eh?
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Kos: I love her fins, especially the fin on her back! Well, it doesn't look very fin-like anymore, and there is clearly better look at it on the concept art! Just...... fish
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Arianna: I love her purple eyes! Really stands out! I was really excited to find out she had such unusual feature!
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Adella: Similarly to Henriett, I love how her brows and eyelashes color has a contrast with her hair color! Hers is paler!
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Eileen: The only truly notable feature about her design is her unique mask, as Bloody Crow wears the same garb, and I feel like it won't really say anything.. The girl doesn't even have canon face data! So let me pull my own out uhhh..
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I am quite happy with her beak! x) I needed the resemblance of 'crow' in her visual design, you don't understand! My initial idea for her design, though, was making her blonde in earlier life and then have silver, basically white hair in her old age, while still having skin dark because contrast is so good. It would be to symbolise a change, from "sunshine" to "moonlight".. I got discouraged when I was told it was 'unrealistic' feature for dark skinned people (and should not have listened, because Bloodborne already has two characters canonically who are blondes with dark skin). If I ever backtrack on that idea for her, consider the beautiful white hair and how it contrasts to be the answer!
White Church Doctor: In this case I will go for the obvious answer. This is her cute mole! I am so happy when other people notice it too!! When someone draws this character and does feature the mole, I am so happy ;-;
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Black Church Doctor: I love the shape of her eyes! Interestingly though, she uses the same sliders as female preset hunter (in initial character creation), and her eyes are green like Brador's and have a similar shape, also her eyelashes are same color as his. Both Brador and Paleblood Hunter come from the same foreign land as their clothes lore suggest, so... same country? Or even relation to Brador? Hello....?
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Fauxsefka and Iosefka: Eyelashes. Eyelashes. They use the especially long variant of eyelashes. I always enjoy drawing them, especially Fauxsefka's!
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Lonely Old Dear: This is the hardest one yet, because there is nothing particular to point out. There are no other distinct old female characters we are shown in the game, nor her outfit is unique as there are many corpses in this outfit in Yahar'gul (and one in the woods). I do like the cute setting-appropriate hat, but I think a more fair one is to say that they bothered showing her eyes condition!
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Viola: I love her red brooch! ...that we never do see on her in the game. But I think it is a really good detail for her design, and the best color to contrast with both her hair and clothes!
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Older Daughter: This is an interpretation liberty, since this can and likely is a blood drop, but I like to think she has a spot on her forehead!
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Younger daughter: Another case where I gotta use my own design! I like how her appearance mixes that of both parents rather than resembling one or another x) Gascoigne used to have auburn hair and green eyes, so hers mix those colors with Viola's blonde hair and blue eyes!
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Mergo's Wet Nurse: Uhhhhh everything?? She is so incredibly stylish? fdsjfdshfd I fucking LOVE the absurd amount of heavily detalized trinkets all over her body! Get it.... because crows love shinies...... haha....
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(Take a closer look at all her glory in wiki's gallery ( x ))
Amelia: Her very tiny tail. :3
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Witches of Hemwick 1 and 2: The fact that!!!!! the eyes are all different colors??? How sick is this??? Look at this! Some also have iris whitening, same as what happened with Djura's eyes, and others have fully enlargened pupil!
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Witch of Hemwick 3: Okay, you absolutely saw this one coming lol. I love how wide is her nasal bridge! Very distinct feature! (Also coming clear with my skill issue, as I do not give a justice to her eyes; in reality they're smaller and located wider from each other!)
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Yurie: I really like her lips shape, actually! Very full, very smoochable.
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Bell-Ringing Women: I love the decoration circling around their cape! This really adds to the design, it looks so much better this way than if it was just plain cape as is!
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Cainhurst portrait women: Damn, they are all so beautiful! I guess as for Bell-Ringer resembling one, the previous point applies! Though she looks like she could be mother of Iosefka and Fauxsefka? And the knight woman has a very distinct nose shape! With Annalise's mother (I am not sure who else would wear a crown on portrait whereas not being Annalise..), I of course love how long her neck is x) Her posture is so regal, and this emphasises it!
Similar feature shared with the one who wears silver variant of the Noble Dress (basically Arianna's dress, and even identical shoes, but a bit more detailed in a couple of places). I'm gonna say though, I do love the silver variant more than burgundy one, especially with Forsaken Castle Ghosts whose hair became platinum! And the old lady has not only the necklaces, but also earrings and the bracelet which are quite modest and harder to see, but they are here! I love this attention to small details!
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Dores: As iconic as her wearing a scalp of Pthumerian face like a mask is, but my favourite bit is, actually, the ungodly amount of tools dangling from her belt! My Mico in his Research Hall surgeon era can only dream about the same level of unsettling x)
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Adeline: Again, she has the appearance of a Research Hall patient with the exception of larger amount of belts (she is feral!) and unique bandana around her neck! It feels unfair to point out either of these, because... yeah, sure. They just make her distinct. So I'll refer to my version of her and say that I love her hair buns and want to squeeze them every time I draw her. x) The bandana IS precious, though!
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Okay that was WILD, thank you for letting me go mad dfhahds You HAVE forgotten Hemwick Gravewomen, Evil Labyrinth Spirits, Snail/Slug Women, Mergo's Chief Attendants and female Beast Patients though XD I've met Tumblr images limit so I have to combine into one image.
But, Hemwick Gravewomen have strangely elongated skulls, and I love this bit. Considering the bandage over their forehead, perhaps, they've found their own way to place eyes on their brain? With statue behind Memory Altar and in the dungeons featuring a stitch over forehead and Rune Tool being found in Hemwick, would not be surprising. And with Evil Labyrinth Spirits, I guess I love the cool feature that is only in the concept art, but didn't make it into the actual model?? The evil red spirits erupting from her belly area are so badass??
With Slug Women, I guess the only thing I can tell is which variant I like more... And it is the shell one, of course x) Or simply red eyes with female Beast Patients! But with Chief Attendants, the plate on their bellies features upturned wings, and this is my favourite detail! They could represent wings of Wet Nurse or Flora! I love the mystery hidden on the plain sight so much!! Why could not Bloodborne give us a way to farm armour from mobs so we could read the description that would explain... ;-;
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Okay, now my brain is OFFICIALLY fried (in a good way), and this post definitely will help me as a good self-reference! This is, however, now one of my favourite posts by myself, because.. many women.
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myers-meadow · 10 months ago
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Azog the Defiler x OC: In which Gandalf learns that Orcs can love
Title: In which Gandalf learns that Orcs can love
Pairing: Azog the Defiler x female OC (Hadewych)
Fandom: The Hobbit movie trilogy
Summary: In this tale we follow the Companionship of Dwarves on a dual mission: reach and reclaim Erebor, and maybe rescue a friend they made in Laketown. The last quest leads to more hardship than expected, as Azog has his sights set firmly on the human, and isn't planning to let the Dwarves take her from him.
Warnings: rape/non-con, Azog is his own warning honestly, character death, non-consensual voyeurism, corruption, (mild) rape aftermath, language barrier.
Wordcount: 2147
Gorgeous dividers by @saradika-graphics
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"She should be around here, somewhere," called Fili from over his shoulder, scouting ahead through the thick growth of the forest. It was a forest so thick, only little of the late afternoon sun reached through the trees. Thorin, Kili, Bilbo and Gandalf followed him. They were tired, especially now that their end goal seemed so close, yet so far away. After leaving Laketown, the kind friend of Bard, who sheltered them, followed them with provisions and weapons. That was a week ago. Immediately after she found the companionship of dwarves, they were ambushed by Azog's hunting party, and she was taken.
After five days of captivity, it was Bilbo, with Dwalin and Thorin, who rescued her from the orc camp as they all slept. She wasn't as grateful as they expected however, frightened beyond words. Her fear remained with her, even though she was safely away from the man-eating orcs.
"You don't get it," she said, keeping her voice hushed even while hours away from the site they rescued her from, "he will find me and it will be worse. You've put yourself in danger, too."
The dwarves waved her concerns away, but it gave Bilbo pause. Something felt off. Why would the orcs come for her? They were hunting the dwarves already. Despite his feeling of unease, their journey continued.
Balin convinced her, with his gentle reasoning, to come with them, and not head back: "We are less than four days march away from Erebor. Once we are there, you'll be safe inside. No orc could enter the mountain and live. Laketown is at least a week from here, on horseback. Don't be stupid and get yourself killed trying to go back."
Hope shone in her eyes at his words, a fearful hope. It was decided; she would come with them. Evening fell, and they set up camp. Hadewych remained withdrawn. As they wound down after their meal, which finally got some life back in her face, Gandalf took up his pouch of pipeweed, lighting his pipe. They sat, gathered in a circle around the fire, flames making their shadows dance.
"Hadewych, what happened to you out there?" asked Fili. None had dared ask before, as her panicked state had been enough of an answer. Kili, who sat next to her, moved her braid aside and gestured at the large bitemark on the side of her neck.
"It looked like they tried to eat you," Kili said, sounding somewhat impressed, his tone light. Hadewych slapped his hand away.
"It's beyond you," was all she said.
Gandalf took the pipe out of his mouth, and agreed with her. "Let the poor woman have her rest. We're not there yet. I have a feeling the worst is yet to come."
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Later, when just Bilbo and Gandalf remained, unable to sleep, keep watch, did Bilbo dare to ask the wizard more.
"The orcs, they..." he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Why did they let Hadewych live? They would've slaughtered any of us as soon as they had the chance."
Gandalf, old eyes peering from beneath his wizard's hat, replied: "Hmm, it is certainly curious. I suspect we’ll find out soon enough, although I fear it won't be pleasant."
After a short silence, as the moon's rays illuminated the rocky landscape, he continued. "There isn't much we know about orc culture. So far, Azog has proven to be at the top of his tribe, with not just bloodlust, but also a great strategic mind. He's smart, Bilbo, that's what makes him more dangerous than most."
"You're saying he took her for a strategic purpose? But what on earth could that be?"
Gandalf shrugged, movements slow. "You should get some sleep. Tomorrow is a new day."
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In the morning as they set out on their journey, Hadewych found Gandalf and fell into step next to him.
"Gandalf," Hadewych started, uncertainty in her voice, unsure of how to ask what she had on her mind.
"Yes, my dear, what is it?"
"Do you know Black Speech?"
"What a curious question. I do understand it, yes. It is a vile language, created by Sauron and I prefer not speaking it."
"I understand if it's too much to ask, but could you maybe teach me? Every little bit would be a great help."
Gandalf halted and turned to her. His eyes bore into her soul and she sensed that he knew and understood a great deal more than any of the companions, more than even the wizard let on. "There may be a way to teach you that will help you more than simply translating words. You've tried it already, haven't you? To let the pale orc teach you."
Unsure, but aware that lies were useless, she nodded. "All I've managed to parse out are a few different words, and that's hardly enough to understand what they say. The dwarves may think I'm safe now, but they don't understand." She adjusted her cloak and hugged it around her. "It's only a matter of time before I'm surrounded by orcs again, and I need to know what they say - to know what is coming."
The wizard hummed. "I see." He paused and regarded her for a long moment. The companions walked on ahead, but it was no matter. They could catch up with ease, if needed. Then he nodded and grabbed his staff. "Then we shall see what we can do."
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Another day passed, and Gandalf allowed Hadewych to learn and practice Black Speech. She had little trouble with it, aside from the grammar. During the second morning, she felt a bit more at ease and her normal self returned, and she joked with the dwarves the same as she did while they were in Laketown. Bilbo still eyed her warily - to him, the mystery of her behaviour was not yet solved.
Once they got going, the terrain opened up in front of them, and it gained in height. It would truly only be three more days until they reached their beloved mountain. The hunting party ambushed them from the side, driving them back with a cliff at their side. It was the worst possible road to be ambushed on, and even though Thorin sent Fili and Kili ahead as scouts, they hadn't seen nor heard a thing. Thorin barely escaped with his life. Hadewych wasn't so lucky, as she was slung over their leader's shoulder, defenceless without the weapons or skill the dwarves had. The dwarves hid in the mountains, and the hunting party took off just as swiftly as they came, disappearing into a thick forest, taking Hadewych with them.
Evening fell. The dwarves licked their wounds and regrouped properly that night, and discussed what they could do. Many seemed in favour of continuing their original quest, and not taking the risk of going after the hunting party.
"Is Hadewych not also one of our own?" argued Bilbo. "She went through the trouble to bring us the weapons and provisions, without her we would've been defenceless."
"That's just how it goes, laddie," said Dwalin. "She knew the risks when coming with us."
Bilbo, outraged, looked to the others.
Balin answered. "Aye... But we've been the ones who convinced her not to go back to Laketown. That Erebor would be safer."
"No way she could've reached Laketown on her own anyway," said Gloin, his voice rumbling.
"Perhaps, but a group is easier to track than a woman alone."
"We failed to protect her," agreed Kili. "We can look for her, just a few of us. The rest heads on to the mountain. With just a few, we won’t be easily noticed."
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And so it was that now the few of them who went to track the hunting party down; Gandalf and Bilbo came with, out of concern, Thorin and his cousins Fili and Kili; laid low in a bed of ferns, hidden behind bushes and trees, looking on as the orcs set up camp for the night. The pale orc towered over them all. He fed his warg and pet her fur, Hadewych close at his side, one hand in the warg's fur just like him. Kili wanted to creep closer, but was stopped by Thorin.
"So this is why she wanted to learn Black Speech," said Gandalf, which the dwarves paid little mind to. Bilbo looked at his wizard friend with curious eyes. They exchanged looks, and with his voice soft, Gandalf pointed at the scene. "They seem to be talking."
"He's laughing," said Bilbo, surprised. "Gandalf, don't tell me they've become friends."
They watched as Azog lead Hadewych to the campfire, a firm hand on her upper arm. Once seated, keeping her close to him, although it was difficult for them to see, he reached for the grilled meat, steaming in the cold evening air, and took a large bite out of it. The orcs dug in similarly, feeding on what was probably small game they've hunted, or dried food they took with them. Then the pale orc did something Bilbo nor the wizard saw coming. With the dead animal speared on his hooked hand, he plucked off bits of tender meat, and fed them to Hadewych. After letting her eat it right from his hand, he licked off his fingers.
"I'd say she's still deadly afraid of him, not to speak of the other orcs around. Wouldn't you agree?"
"But an orc wouldn't hear reason! Do you really think she talked him into letting her live?"
"That seems... unlikely," said Gandalf, his voice falling grim.
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Thorin decided to wait until night fell and everyone was asleep to attack, so they did. The orcs laid down to sleep not long after, leaving just two who kept watch awake, as well as the pale orc and Hadewych. When they got up to rest, they did so on the other side of the mighty white warg, and Hadewych pet her fur as Azog gathered the blanket and mat from a nearby pack. When he spoke to her, his voice was low, unexpected of an orc to speak so gently. The dwarves spread out, trying to scout out the area more now that they had less eyes on them and less ears to listen. Bilbo stayed with Gandalf, leaned against a tree, waiting for the others to regroup. Their friend and her captor had now finally laid down and all was quiet.
"It's taking so long," complained Kili. "When will they go to sleep already."
"Patience," bid Thorin, reigning his cousin in.
They regrouped at their spot, Thorin directed everyone to their positions. When Bilbo glanced over at the sleeping forms of his friend and her captor, he found a rather odd sight. It wasn't immediately clear what he was looking at, as Azog hovered above the ground, facing down, and moved his body rhythmically. Not like someone who is sleeping. Not like someone turning around in their sleep. Bilbo grabbed Thorin by the arm, wordless, and pointed. Then, staring hard through the ferns, he they saw Azog sit straighter up and pulled a leg - a human leg - to his side, changing the angle of his hips. Then his movements made sense. Hadewych laid underneath him, and he moved his hips, grinning sadistically down at her, low rumbles spilling from his throat as he fucked her.
The dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf looked on, forgetting their cover, and stared at the scene in front of them with mouths open in shock. Kili pulled Thorin aside.
"I'm not risking my life for that," he said harshly, voice a little louder than it should've been in the quiet of the night.
Gandalf opened his mouth to say something, but refrained from interfering.
"What is happening, Gandalf, why is this happening?" asked Bilbo, who didn't want to look on, but couldn't tear his eyes away for longer than a second. The pale orc leaned down again, over his captive, and said something to her. The rasp of the Black Speech sounded almost doting. As the dwarves tried to figure out what to do - leave or attack - Gandalf observed the scene and thought of how to answer the hobbit. As he did, the orc snarled, and grabbed his captive close, ripped the fabric away from her shoulder, and bit down.
"It is what it looks like, my friend; Azog has claimed a mate."
Unfortunately for the unobservant dwarves, the pale orc had a short recovery time, and was on his feet within the minute. Quiet as a panther he moved through the thicket. He called out to Thorin, voice loud enough to wake the rest of the hunting party, and the dwarves were outnumbered quick. Hadewych looked on from the sidelines, leaning her back against the white warg, face in her hands, trying to ignore the screams of pain and sorrow as the line of Durin ended before her eyes.
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goodfish-bowl · 1 year ago
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Until Dawn Breaks
Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 20: Danse Macabre
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Summary: "La danse macabre" by Camille Saint Saens was written in 1874, and depicts a legend where on Halloween at midnight, Death would play the fiddle, summoning the dead from their graves to dance with him until the rooster crows at dawn.
There’s someone playing the violin in the cemetery, and despite the six feet of earth separating Danny from the surface, he can hear them clearly. 
Warnings: angst
Words: 2612
Danny awoke to the sound of the soft cries of a violin. The melody was winding and minor, clamoring up and down the scales, clearly audible despite the six feet of earth that separated his resting place from the surface. He wondered who the hell was playing the violin in a cemetery in the middle of the night. It was a bit of a stupid idea, but… they at least played quite well. You could win consolation prizes for that sort of skill. Danny slipped from his resting place, phasing through the earth and maintaining his invisibility. He didn’t want to scare the player off after all. 
Rising from the surface, the first thing Danny did was note the location and shift of the stars from the last time he had been awake. It was autumn now, and at least 20 years since the last time he had woken up, and the arc of the moon put it just around midnight... That trio of ghost hunters must be adults now.
Danny found the player not too far from his grave, dressed darkly, in fashion that wouldn’t look out of place a century and a half ago if not for the spiders decorating the lace in her dress, and the careful, complex addition of layers. It looked heavy, but not nearly as heavy as clothing from that time period actually was. Despite the darkness of the night, she had a hat on her head, decorated with a matching spider-lace veil and rhinestone that glistened like raindrops caught in a web, carefully tucked away so as to not get in the way of the violin that was tucked gently under her chin. Danny thought she was lovely and matched quite nicely with the scenery she surrounded herself with. 
On a small device Danny couldn’t name, a tinney replication of a piano played under her solo, adding chords and texture to the piece. He would’ve loved to hear it with an actual piano instead of a recording. He sat himself upon his own headstone, resting weightlessly on his knees as he watched her sway to her own song. 
She finished on a chord that didn’t quite leave the piece feeling completed, but was satisfying all the same. Danny clapped without much thought to the action. The player startled nearly immediately, eyes wide as they snapped to him as he flickered into visibility. She took a quick step back, tripping over the hem of her dress. Danny was quick enough to catch both the violin that flew from her hands, and her own hand, stopping her from hitting the ground. 
“Y-you! You’re… you’re-!” She stuttered, frozen in shock as Danny pulled her to her feet. 
“A ghost, yes,” Danny smiled, handing her the instrument back. 
She finally looked sheepish at her actions, glancing between her hand and his own, completely confused and unbearably nervous. “I’m… sorry if I… bothered you.”
Danny let out a light laugh, “Not at all, you play quite nicely.”
Her face flushed at the compliment. 
“If anything, I’m glad I woke up to a violin this time. Last time someone woke me up, it was with the intent of actually bothering a ghost. I definitely prefer the music,” Danny joked. “I’m Danny by the way, but you might also know me as Phantom,” he said, gesturing to his own grave. 
The girl’s eyes widened in recognition. “You’re a local myth, a legend even. I never thought they were real.”
“They’re a lot more merits to legends than you might think. After all, you’re the one playing a violin at midnight so close to Halloween.”
She flushed. “My name’s Sam, by the way. And I’m hardly fit for the role of Death in that legend.”
Danny took her hand and placed a soft kiss upon it through the smile on his lips. “You’re right, Miss Sam, you’re far lovelier.” 
Sam clearly wasn’t used to compliments, the way she sputtered and her face flushed so deeply like she had eaten something spicy. Danny couldn’t help but laugh. 
“What are you laughing at?!” Sam exclaimed, failing to puff up under the tension of her corset. Danny laughed harder. 
Danny laughed long enough that he felt out of breath, despite not needing to breathe and his diaphragm hurt, and Sam had begun to pout. 
“I’m sorry, you’re just tomato-colored. Clashes horribly with the rest of your outfit,” Danny apologized insincerely. Danny glanced around the cemetery, noticing the lack of a trail, animal or otherwise. “I can’t imagine it was easy to get to this overgrown spot in that dress. 
Sam huffed. “I got here just fine,” and hiked up her dress just far enough to show off her combat boots. 
“Hmm, practical,” Danny acknowledged. “Say, would you mind telling me about the current era? I don’t get out much,” Danny asked, sitting down on an old log. 
Sam joined him after testing her weight, crossing her legs under her dress after setting the violin down in its case sitting just under another tree. 
“Not exactly sure what you want to hear about. I’m sure you’ve probably seen more interesting things,” Sam dismissed. 
“I wouldn't say that,” Danny countered. “For example, what’s that device you were using as an accompaniment?”
Sam held up the small, rectangular device. Its screen lit up brightly in the night. “Oh, this is a cell phone. Mostly just used to make and receive calls, but there are a whole bunch of other functions it can do too. Here.” Sam leaned in, and tapped on the small device's glass screen, interacting with it. 
Sam went through the different “apps” on the phone, explaining them to him in general terms, then going on a tangent about something called “video games”, then around to a show she enjoyed, then back to games. Danny paid attention for the most part, listening to her voice even if he wasn’t always hearing the words. He was mostly enjoying the closeness of a living person, the warmth she radiated in the night, despite the layers of clothing. He felt it every time she shifted, throwing her arms about in passion, and in the heat of her breath. While he had been awake 20 years ago, it had been long since someone had allowed him to get this close. It reminded him of something long ago…
In the distance, an old church bell chimed five times, and the dawn tinted the horizon. Sam was startled at the sudden noise, and Danny let out a soft sigh of disappointment. He guessed it was about time. He got up from the log, and Sam followed his actions, stretching out her stiff limbs and brushing the forest litter off her clothes.  
“Oh wow, it’s morning already,” Sam gasped, watching the colors of dawn slowly begin to bleed into the sky. 
“Yeah… it is,” Danny added absently. “Sam, you should come play for me again.”
Sam looked back at him, and Danny glanced at his own translucent hands, knowing he was getting paler by the minute. 
“You’ll still be here?” She asked. 
“Danny laughed, “It’s the living that changes, not the dead. I’ll probably still be here for another century at this point.”
Sam smiled sadly. “Then sure. I’ll come play for you again.”
“Thank you,” Danny said honestly. 
“Anyways, I’ve got to go before someone notices I’ve been gone all night. See you later, ghost boy.” Sam gave a light wave, picked up her case, and pushed her way through the undergrowth. 
He waved back. “Bye, Sam.”
Danny floated back to his grave, and let his boot actually touch the earth. He could feel the cold ground calling to him, and his own sense of self fading as the sun rose higher. He thought about the warmth that Sam had emitted, feeling it through himself as their shoulders had brushed, despite hers passing clearly through his. It had been so nice. 
With the break of dawn, Danny felt himself fade, and be pulled back into a deep slumber in his grave. Time passed quickly while asleep, and he quickly found himself waking to the sound of a violin once more. This tune was different, softer and kinder than the previous song had been. Lyrical and elegant, beckoning him from his sleep, Danny obliged.
Out of habit, Danny checked the sky to see how long it had been. Only a few days at most, the moon hadn’t even had time to move on from its current phase. Sam had come back much sooner than he would’ve expected. 
Danny didn’t wait invisibly this time and caught Sam’s eyes as he passed through the earth, watching her play. She gave a small curtsey when she finished playing, and he politely clapped. She was dressed much more practically than last time, in black jeans with a collared shirt and a long coat covered in various patches and metal studs.  
“Good evening, Miss Sam, nice of you to come to charm the dead once more,” Danny greeted. 
“Hello again to you too, Mr. Ghost. I brought you something.” Sam reached into a bag she had brought with her this time and pulled out a bouquet of white lilies.
Danny watched in stunned awe as Sam gently placed the flowers on top of his grave. It… had been a long time since anyone had left him flowers and it honestly left him choked up. 
“Thank you,” Danny just barely managed to get out. 
“Of course,” Sam smiled back and then took her place on the log from the time before. 
From her bag, Sam pulled out more new things to show him. Danny relished each one, both because of his curiosity and her passion for each thing. He asked her to explain each of the numerous patches on her jacket, and it ended in long rants about conservation and dietary topics that Danny had to admit he didn’t understand. He had known about space exploration before, but Sam had indulged him by reciprocating his question about his own passions and then using her cell phone to look up all of the new discoveries about space. He was stuck in wonder, and the topic didn’t stray away from the stars for the rest of the night. Sam left at dawn once more with a  promise to come back and play for him again. 
On the third night, Danny awoke to a quick and delightful dance, he couldn’t help but fly from his grave and spin around Sam in a mockery of the dances that nobles of long ago had once relished in. It had only been one night since she had visited him. She finished the song, and he dragged her into the dance with him, humming a complimentary melody of his own. It had been a song someone close to him had once loved, and he was filled with the desire to share it. 
Sam was lost in her laughter, and once they finished with the dance, went through her bag, and showed him new things once more. She told him all about her current education, how irritating the people there were, and about her struggles with her parents, who she felt could never understand her. Danny ended up sharing bits and pieces of his own past and family, none of which he could linger on for long, both due to them being long since buried in the past, and his own memory blurring. 
Sam couldn’t stay until dawn this time, she apparently had a test tomorrow morning and wanted to get a good night’s rest before it. Danny wished her luck, and yet again, she promised to come back. He was looking forward to it once more.  
Since dawn was still a ways off, Danny let his feet leave the ground to go meet the stars. Amity was much larger and brighter than it used to be, nearly double the size of the small town he once knew. He remembered when it barely used to give off any light at all, and the stars once shone a lot brighter than they currently did. 
It all hit Danny with the sudden force of a freight engine, now that he was both alone and awake. He could fall back into a deep sleep any day now, or Sam could simply not return. Time would continue to pass without him and he would be forgotten once more. With the way Amity Park kept expanding, they might as well demolish the park where the cemetery lay, and bury him even deeper beneath the earth than he already was, beneath concrete and buildings. If he was only a legend now, how much longer would it be before he wasn’t even that?
Danny let himself drift back down to the earth, lying on his back on the overgrown surface of his grave, right next to the flowers Sam had gifted him. He let out a humorless laugh and picked up the wilted bouquet and held it over his chest. He wondered how long Sam would remember him. He wondered if she would get tired of him, and forget to come back, and he would fade from her mind like he did from the rest of Amity Park. It filled him with dread. 
It was getting harder to wake up too, and Danny hadn’t had the time to think about that in a long time either. It was a wonder Sam’s playing had been able to consistently wake him up, intentional or not. It likely had more to do with the timing and season than not. It had taken that trio of ghost hunters 20 minutes of “summonings”, loud rituals, and burning weird things before he groggily managed to climb out of his grave. Halloween was due to pass in a week, and Danny wondered if even Sam’s playing would be able to wake him after that. Her forgetting him was one thing, but Danny didn’t want to be the one to leave her behind. She was lovely, and kind, and told him about all sorts of things, and about her life, and how she wished she could live it. Danny wanted to be there to see it. 
The dawn had begun to creep up on him, and he felt the flowers slowly drift through him from their place on his chest back to the surface of his resting place. It might become a more permanent rest soon, and Danny hated that more than anything. The thought of not waking up scared him more than anything. He could see clearly through his hands, and a panic he hadn’t felt in the time he had come to accept his nocturnal existence set in. 
Danny recklessly dug deep within himself in a fit of passion, trying to find even a hint of that warmth he had come to associate with the living. The warmth he associated with Sam, sitting shoulder to shoulder, and holding her hand while they spun around the abandoned cemetery that lay beneath her skin and in her breath. He yearned desperately to feel it from himself once more. Danny yearned for life in a way he wasn’t sure he ever had. 
Then Danny found it, deeply sleeping just at the base of his core, hidden by the familiar chill of death. He latched onto it, clinging to it in a desperate, silly hope fueled by an instinctual fear. 
There was a burst of light as the sun finally broke over the horizon and painted the sky gold, and an equally bright burst of light within the cemetery. And for the first time in centuries, Danny felt the warmth of dawn hit his skin.
Ectoberhaunt 2023 Master Post
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lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety · 10 months ago
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Christmas Morning
//Just a quick oneshot of everyone giving their Secret Santa's their gifts! I know it's kind of rushed, but I hope it's still decent ^^' I'm so, so sorry for how long it took me to get this written and posted! Life has been a beast, but I'm glad I managed to get something done. I'll open the askbox now, but I'm going to be putting certain characters back on hold again. But don't despair! Maybe some of them will come back... I'll also try to get a synopsis written some time in the next couple days and posted so everyone is on the same page again//
"Alright, everyone! It's time for Secret Santa!" Sun smiled despite the exhausted look in his eyes. He'd been up cleaning and arranging the daycare all night so they'd have a real tree to put their gifts under. Sure, they were going to take them right back out and unwrap them, but this had to be perfect! And what sort of Christmas would it be without presents underneath a tree?
Lunar was, once again, practically vibrating in his seat. "Presents! Presents! Presents!" Scratch that, he was bouncing in his chair and shaking his hands with excitement.
Solar smiled tiredly beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, it's present time. Just take it easy for a minute." He chucked.
"Good luck with that." Moon playfully pulled Lunar's hat down to cover his eyes. "Someone's been waiting for this all month."
"Hey!" Lunar giggled.
"Can we just get this over with? I wanna go home." Eclipse frowned from where he was sitting beside Kill Code.
"We will take our time. This is, after all, a family gathering."
"Family gathering my abs." He grumbled and huffed, "Just a stupid thing I had to come to..."
"Presents! Presents! Presents!" Bloody was shaking his hands alongside Lunar. Harvest laughed and wrapped his arms around him, "Brother, we have to be patient." "But presents!"
"Yes, it's time!" Sun laughed and grabbed a present from underneath the tree. "Now, due to certain people's...requests, we've decided to leave the 'from' anonymous in case someone doesn't want others to know who got them something."
Everyone tried not to look over at Eclipse, but he growled and shrunk back against the couch.
"First up is....Solar!" Sun picked up a gift bag and passed a gift bag over to him.
"Wow...You know, I keep telling you guys, you didn't have to do anything for me-"
"Nope! But we did! Now go on, open it!" Sun's smile was wide as he sat nearby, pulling out a camera to start recording.
Solar carefully opened the bag and pulled out some tissue paper, his eyes widening. "Oh, a blanket"
Sun can't help himself and laughs, "Yep, and there are gloves at the bottom of the bag! I tried to stitch one of those protective symbols onto the backs of the gloves and in the corners of the blanket, but it didn't really come out the best..."
"They're perfect. I love 'em." Solar smiled and laid the blanket over his lap. "Thank you."
"Me! Me next!" Solar chuckled and grabbed a present to pass to Lunar.
"Whoah, it's heavy!" He shredded through the paper as though it was nothing, then gasped, "Is this the entire Land Before Time collection?!"
"Hm, looks like it...How'd anyone even find all of them on DVD? Weird...."
"Moon! Here's yours!"
Moon pulled the paper away on his present. "Huh. It's a...lavender bath set?"
"You need to chill." Solar chuckled and leaned back on the couch. "No offense dude, but I think some lavender would do you some good. And I included a necklace in there. I know you don't really do jewelry, but hematite is supposed to be good for grounding."
"Huh, thanks. I'll give it a shot." He pulled the necklace over his head and grabbed another present. "KC?"
"T͢h͜ank ͠y͟où." A few careful snips of his claws and the paper fell away to reveal- "F͏ơa͝m p̴iec̸es͜?͟ And́...glovęs͞?͜"
"Father, there is a note."
'For your claws. And when you have to hold someone when they're small weak. Don't ask who this is from. It doesn't matter.'
"A͡h, ̴t͞h͘is i̶s ̧ver͠y kind͏.̀ ͜T̕ha̵nk ͘y͜ou.̵" Kill Code stuck his claws into the crude cardboard box and stuck the foam pieces on the tips of his claws. "Onl̛y o̷ne w͞a̡y̡ ̸t͘o̧ t̀es̨t͞ t̵h҉i̢s.͘ Come."
Bloody laughed and jumped into his arms. "Mine! My turn!"
Kill Code handed him his gift with a soft chuckle.
Bloody's eyes widened as he pulled out a pocket knife. "Ohhh shiny!"
"Wh- Who gave him a knife???" Sun squeaked and looked around the room.
"What? I thought he'd like it! And it even has a pretty red handle." Lunar pouted on the couch.
Sun cleared his throat. "Oh, L-Lunar, it isn't that. It's a great gift! I just-"
"Love it! Shiny and red!" He giggled and held the knife up to Kill Code's face. "Look! Look! Shiny and clean, red and gleams!"
"Y͏es̶, it ͞cér͟ta̡i̡nly͢ d̛oes͟. ͏But͏ ̵we͜ ̛m̢u̴şt̡ ͟s͢a͡ve̷ it ̴fo̸r s̨pecial ҉occa̵s͠ío͏ns͠.̢ ͘W̢hy ̸d̕o͏n̷'͠t͜ ͞you ͘p҉u͝t͏ it ̵s̕ómewhe̵r̴e͘ ͏saf́e̛ ̕u͜n̸til ͡we̡ ca̴n ͞u͠s͠e̴ ͡it ̶l̵ate͠r̸? I ͢wìl͞l s͞hów̛ ̕yoú how ̛to ́p͏rópe͡rl͡y̢ ͏us͝e͝ i͟t ánd͢ tąke̢ ca̡re ̡of̡ it."
Moon gave him a thankful glance before he handed Harvest his present.
"Thank you, Big Small One." "Why do you still call me that?" "Habit. And it's fun." He snickered.
His head tilted in confusion when he opened his gift. "A watch?"
"It̨ ͜n̕o͜t ̀o̸n͡l̴y̴ ͡tel͡l͢s̵ t̛ime. ̶Ít̕ ̶ąls҉o read̀s ̴yo͞ur̵ he͢árt͘ rate, ͜bl͠o̶ód͢ pre̵ssure̷, ͜bl̢ood sug̴ar͡, ̴a̶n̢d̵ ̀all ́sor̀ts̸ o̡f͜ ͘v̕ital͝ signs.͟ ̢I̸t҉ a̴ls͏o ̸t͡r̕ac͜k҉s҉ w͞hen t̸h́e̴ l͜ast t̢i̶me yoư ate ̷w͞as ͢s̶o̸ ̵t҉h͢a͏t y̶où ́don'͜t ͜f̷org̨et̨.̧"̡ ҉
He lightly taps Harvest's forehead with one of his protected claws. "͜I̷t i͏sn̷'̶t ͢m҉e͞a͜nt to͠ ҉m̕a͡ke ͞yo͞u ͝fe̢el ́g̨uilt̴y,͝ ͜son̕.͏ ̢It's me̛a̕n̨t tó ͏help̀ ͜yòu b̨ęcome ̨the͏ b̶e̵st̀ ́v̷e҉rsiòn ͢of̀ ͘y͝o͟ur͏s̸e͝ļf͝ t́h͠at͝ yo͝u ͜c̸an̶ ͝be."
Harvest nodded and put the watch on, staring down at it and not looking up at the other. "Thank you..." He whispered.
Kill Code nodded and pulled him under his arm. "Y̸o̶u̸ ͘are m͠ór̡e͘ ͟than w̸el͜cóme̸." Harvest nodded and turned to rest his face against his chest.
"I think it's my turn!" Sun pulled out a present and tried to take his time, but everyone could see his eagerness as he neatly tore through the wrapping.
"Oh! It's beautiful!" He held up an embroidery hoop with a floral design stitched in. "Are these daffodils and sunflowers? Those are my favorites!"
"I- I wasn't sure what to make you. So I thought that I would try to make something that you could hang."
"You embroidered this yourself? It's beautiful! You'll have to teach me! And I'd love to teach you how to knit."
"That would be great." Harvest smiled and wiped a tear from his eye.
All eyes turned to Eclipse, who glared and shrunk back. "What?!"
Kill Code held out a small, flat present to him. "I̡t͢ i̧s ͟yo͠u̧r tųr̀n,̧ ̷śo̶n."
Eclipse froze momentarily. "What? You all actually felt pity for me? I don't need that."
"Just shut up and open the present. Someone put a lot of time and effort into it." Moon rolled his eyes.
Eclipse grumbled and tore open the present, a clumsily-folded paper fluttered out and landed on his lap. When he unfolded it and held it up, he froze.
"It's...a picture?"
"Bad Sun Man is still family, even when he's bad." Bloody rolled off of Kill Code's lap and padded over to Eclipse on all fours. "Does....does he like it?" He timidly rested his head on Eclipse's knee.
Eclipse didn't say anything for a long moment, just staring at the crude drawing. "...It isn't bad."
Bloody's tail swung behind him and he giggled as he nuzzled his face against his knee. "Likes it!"
"Gah, get off me! I don't need you drooling on me, mutt!"
Bloody stopped and went back to resting his chin on his knee, still smiling. "Likes it. Family."
Eclispe was silent. "...Whatever." He poked Bloody's forehead. "Just...don't get any ideas. I'm not soft! I still hate you all!"
"Mhm...." Moon shook his head.
"So! How was that?" Sun cleared his throat as he tried to bring everyone's attention away from the awkward situation.
"That was fun! Can we watch a movie now?"
"Anyone against that?"
"Elf!" "Home Alone!" "What about Christmas Story?" "What about all of them?" "We can't watch all of them!" "Sure we can, just gotta pace ourselves." "I'll get the snacks!" "Lunar, not all-" "Snacks! Skittles!"
Eclipse watched as everyone around him seemed to all meld together and get along, as though they'd known each other all their lives.
What was he doing here? Why did he show up, just to sit here awkwardly while everyone wen about their happy lives?
"Ec͘l͟ipse͟?"
He glared up at Kill Code. "What?"
"Wou̕l͟d̀ ҉y͜ou̶ li̴ke an͟y̴ ̛ḩot ch̕oco̷l҉a̵t̸é with your͠ ̵popc̵or͢n?͡ ̷Óŗ w͢oưl͜d̨ y͝ou rather͜ ̀h̢av͞ȩ ҉e͡gg̢no̕g͢? M̧o̸o͘n ̷w̢ants̵ ̨t͞o ͏ma̛k̀e s̀ure͞ ͡e��v͢e͏ry͡o̷ǹe ͘get͘s̕ ̢s͜o̵me̕thinģ."
"...Why are you doing this?"
"D͜oing̶ w҉h̨a̕t̀?̷"
"All of this. I...I came here, almost uninvited, and everyone hates me so much. And then you're sitting here acting like I didn't do anything, and that mutt is trying to give me a drawing, if you could even call it that! I just don't understand! Hate me!"
The taller animatronic smiled and shook his head. "Ǹo̶.̷ I̵ ́w͡il̴l ̛n͜ot. And̢ ҉I͜ d̕o ͏nơt͘. ̶A҉nd I͜ ̧k͟n͜oẁ ͏t͏ha͡t̢ ̸yo̧u do ́not́ re̸a̶lly̶ f̀ee͡l th͝at͏ w̧a̛y àb͞o҉u̕t͝ t̶h͡e p͠ict̨u̡r͡e, a̕n̸d th͝at͞ ̡is̕ alr̕įght̴.͠ Ýo̸u̢ ̀are̶ a̡llowe̡d t̛o͏ ͞h͘ave ̡co͏nfli͡c̷t̢ing͞ ͘em̢oti͏ơns̨ a͜n̵d t̷o͟ ̶feel̶ a͢l͡o̧n͜ȩ. B̕ut ҉yo͡u͟ ͏a͠r̕e ͏n͝ot͝ ͞alo̶n̢e. A̷n͜d ̀I̸ ҉do ̡n͞o͟t ̵h͢at͞e̢ you.͠ ̴The ̧ơthérs̕ ̛wo̶ul̷d not ̢h͘a͢ve a̵llowęd͜ yo͘u͏ ̨t͢o̢ c͠o̸me̕ if ̨they b͡e̵li̷e̛v͢ed͜ ̨t̡h̨ąt҉ y̷ou̷ ҉were͞...҉e͝ntir͝èl͞y̛ ̵h̴a̢te̸d͜."
"Hah. 'Entirely', huh? So they still do?"
Kill Code sighed and shook his head. "Ec̶l͢i̸ps̵e. ͜Ál̸l̷ow͜ ̸us ͘to sho̧w͏ ̀you͝ ͝s̨o͜m͘e ̴m͡o̶di̢c̷ùm̵ of͝ ͡ca͏re.͟ ̛I k͢n҉ơw ̴y̡our ̶p͡ai͏n͜,̨ a̶nd ̴I̡ ͘se͏e yòuŕ h̀u̕ŕt.̛ ́Foŗ o҉n͡ę d̨a҉y, on͡e ̡m͜oment, ͜al͝low ̡me ̕tǫ h́old ̵ýo҉u an͢d ̵so͟o̷th҉e ̨som̛e of̵ ̧th͝e͘ ̛p͏àìn ҉t̀hat you͏ ̢f͢éęl͡.̕ Y̶o̕u ͡ar̶e n̵o͝t alon̶é, ͞n͡o͟ ̕ḿa͜tter ̴how ̸muc͡h̛ y͞o̵u҉ tr̕y ̢t̨o̸ sep̵arate̸ ͝yo̧urse̡l̸f ̢f̛ŗo̴m̕ yo̡ur͞ ҉pást͞."
He didn't say anything. He just glared down at the drawing that he held in shaking hands, his vision blurring just slightly as wetness gathered at the corners of his eyes.
"....Eggnog."
"H̕m?"
"I want eggnog, ok? God."
".̵..̵Tḩank̡ ̡y͡ou,̢ ̸E͘cĺip̧se."
"Whatever. Let's get this over with so you'll leave me alone."
Kill Code just smiled and picked him up again, holding him in one arm as he settled back into the chair he'd been in before. "Mo͟o͏n͜. He ̢wan̵ts̀ eg̕g͘n̷o̷g.͠"
"Thanks!"
Eclipse watched as everyone around him just seemed to all know how to be with each other. They all spoke so easily. For once, he didn't know what to say or do.
But being held like this, he couldn't help but feel himself relax some. He had no idea what to do, he had no idea what he was to them all.
But for one moment. For one day. He was one of them.
And he loved hated that.
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duffys-girl · 8 days ago
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BLOOD AND TEARS
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OCTOBER 31st 2002
It was a dark..almost movie like scene, little kids running in groups house to house, a blood moon shining high in the sky..everyone had followed suit, they’d put fake blood on their homes, on them, red lights lighting up the streets with hints of yellow from the old street lights, it really was beautiful,,,you sighed softly, your feet padding to the door to give kids candy rhythmically, you missed when you where their age, holding out pumpkin baskets to your neighbours and trading candies late at night, you took off your pirate hat and sighs, running a hand through your hair, looking through the beat up fridge, you didn’t have much, not at least something that interested you..it wasn’t late only 7:45 pm, you could run up to town..so, changing your shoes and grabbing your iPod and wallet you made way out of the house, making sure to lock it and leave the bowl of candy outside, as your feet hit the pavement you shivered, you didn’t thing to bring a jacket,,that didn’t seem to matter though as a men stepped beside you, sizing you up
“You okay pretty baby?” You blushed softly and looked up at him, he was a tall, definitely older man dressed as a stereotypical vampire, he had a sweet boyish smile that pulled you in..you laughed and nodded “yeah..I didn’t really think on bringing a jacket..” he laughed softly and took off his cloke, pulling it over you, he couldn’t have been wearing it long, it wasn’t warm..but it was something “oh..thank you, you didn’t need to though” you spoke softly now noting the black kohl he wore on his eyes, he waved it away and laughed “the cold doesn’t really bother me.. it’s okay I swear” you nodded at that and continued to walk talking to eachother, he was 38, you where 22, he played bass, he’s played for multiple punk and rock bands over the years. There was something about him that dragged you in, his sweet smile, the little rasp in his laugh when you said something stupid
“So..any pets?” You looked up at him
He thought for a moment and hummed
“No..I used to have a dog but I had to give him away..” you nodded “I’m sorry..” he smiled “not your fault..what about you love? Got any pets?”
“I got a little cat back at my home..he’s a sweetheart” he smiled and stepped into the store with you, following you around as you picked out some food, it was spurred things, a pomegranate..halloween themed cookies, drinks,,anything that looked good “are you gonna get anything?” You asked him, his eyes darted up to your face “..yeah hold on..” he stalked away, coming back with a bottle of wine, you walked to the front and dispite your protests he paid for everything. You looked up at him and thought for a moment “hey..not in like sexual way but do you wanna go back to my place? We can watch movies or something” you knew he wasn’t married, you had greedily been sneaking looks at his hands all day, no ring, he thought for a moment and nodded “yeah..okay” you smiled and led him to your house, leaving the empty candy basket as you unlocked the milk white door, he hummed and looked around, taking off his boots while you took off the cloke and left it on the back of the couch, he wondered into the living room and hummed “you like to read?” He mused softly, mainly to himself “yeah..don’t think I’m all smart and stuff though..I don’t only read novels” you giggled as you put down the bag, he laughed softly, god that was your favourite sound and he moved closer to you “I would say you’re pretty smart..but you brought a stranger into your house..” he grinned and pinned you in the corner making you squeak “hahah..I—“ he cut you off when he hosted you up to nip and lick at your neck, groaning loudly, you flushed and closed your eyes, he grunted and licked your juggler before biting down into you, you squealed and looked at him with wide eyes “so fuckin good..” he groaned and bit your collar, you felt the skin break. You let out a tiny cry, kicking a bit at the feeling of his cold tongue lapping up your blood
“Fuck..I-I’m gonna touch you okay? I-is that okay?” You nodded, dispit the haze in your head “use your words baby..” he sounded almost..desperate
“Y-yes..please touch me..please..” he grunted and licked the side of your face, gaining a sweet whine from you while he laid you down on the couch, not wasting a moment as he pulled at your shirt, prying it off of you. He looked down at you for a moment before diving down, lapping at your nipples through your bra while a hand snaked behind you do undo the clasps, as soon as it was off he was already working on your pants, he’s desperate, he’s never been so needy with a girl before,, his eyes darkened when he got them off, looking at you in your cotton panties, he pushed up a bit so his face was right inbetween your pretty thighs, his fangs itched against his gums, he groaned as he manhandled you, licking at you through your panties as you squealed and pulled at his hair, earning soft sighs and whimpers when you did, he licked your inner thigh and bit down, groaning as he lapped up the blood that poured out from the wound, he kept licking at you until you left out a soft cry of his name, shaking as you came, against his nose “fuck..good girl” he mumbled making you whine more “oh you like that? You like when I call you a good girl?” You nodded desperately while he sat back up before he grabbed your jaw “y-yes..like it when you call me a good girl..” he grinned and slid a finger into your mouth, before a second, pulling them in and out, he groaned softly, muffling the sound of his belt while you drooled on his salty fingers, soon enough he pulled them out, making you look at him, he was naked, this was actually happening.. he pulled off your soiled panties pushed your legs up, grunting as his cock pressed against your pretty lil pussy, he gave you a second before he slid in, you whimpered and squirmed, wrapped your legs around him “that’s it..fuck I’m almost..I’m in okay?” You nodded, unable to speak as your head spinned, he started to move, not much but you could feel him in your throat “hmn..faster please..” he sighed and started to slam into you, making you squeal and cling onto him, bouncing on the couch, you drooled and clawed at his back. He grabbed your throat and held you down making you Yelp, he squeezed a bit and it felt so fucking good, you eyes refusing to stay open as you let out tiny moans, his hips hitting against yours roughly where sure to leave bruises, his balls hitting against your ass, strings of slick clinging onto them, he groaned “fuck..I’m gonna fill you up! Gonna make you a mama..you want that baby? Wanna be all nice and round f’ me?” He was almost manic at this point, you whining uncontrollably, squirming and clinging onto him “please..yes please please please..” you babbled, his cock raking against your walls making you go mindless, he got a bit rougher and started to rub your clit “c’mon pretty girl..cum on my cock and I’ll you up..” you nodded and held onto him tighter, kissing him roughly as you came, he followed not long after, screwing his eyes shut and whimpering your name, he thrusted a bit more before collapsing beside you, gathering you into his arms and pressing kisses to your head
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doubledyke · 10 months ago
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3, 7, 8, 11, 12, 14, 20, 21, 26, and 30 for Ed please!!
thanks for sending me these asks guys lol it's nice to have something to occupy my gay and stupid time
3. a song that reminds me of him: i realized that i forgot to put DG on my ed playlist and i could kick myself for that.
this song is what i imagine the inside of ed's head sounds like.
and then any primus song.
7. a quote of his that i remember: BRO i'm a fucking child and this one always stands out
also when jimmy is dressed as a bird and falls out of a tree and ed goes "awwww it is twitching.."
8. my favorite outfit of his: ed looks adorable in everything tbh
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i always forget that s6 was a thing so i forgot to include his winter outfit on my tier list but it's an easy A. i love his collection of trapper hats lol.
11. what's the first thing i think about when i think of ed: hmm i guess our shared interest in all things grotesque and horror themed. i'm not super into the comics or movies myself, but i think ed would appreciate a good void meme and he'd for sure be a creepy pasta kid. the type of guy to have halloween decorations up all year. and i'm not talkin about kitschy little pumpkins and black cats. he is without hesitation dropping hundreds and more likely thousands of dollars on life size animatronics of regan macneil and the pale man from pan's labyrinth, etc.
12. sexuality hc: i can definitely see ed being aroace, but i also like to pair him with may because it's cute and fun. i don't think gender plays a role in his attraction to anyone. or anything?
14. best story line he had: rock-a-bye ed is kinda dark so i like that one. the day the ed stood still is really fun and funny. and of course little ed blue is a great episode.
20. a weird headcanon: i'm so annoying lol all i do is think and talk about these dorks and when someone asks a question i'm like "uhhhhhhhhhhhh"... idk it's not that weird for ed but i see him being a bit of a conspiracy theorist. like he might end up being a prepper later in life lmfao. ed as a flat earther? ed as a moon landing truther? idk if i'd go that far but it would be funny to see him and edd arguing about those things the same way they did about a chunk of cheese. edd would have to be put on oxygen afterwards.
21. when do i think he was at his happiest: probably in the day the ed stood still... and any time he gets to be around his friends. summer in general is probably the time that he's happiest because he doesn't have to worry about the oppressive institution that is public education.
26. when do i think he was being himself the most: .....the day the ed stood still?? haha. i don't think ed really hides who he is beyond refraining from kidnapping kids and sticking them to his wall with coagulated cereal and saliva most days. that's what makes him great, and different from the other eds. the very first time we meet ed, he's in his basement surrounded by filth, watching movies with a big doofy smile.
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that's ed and he's precious.
30. funniest scene he had: it's hard to name an entire/specific scene. i tend to remember little snippets that make me laugh to myself when i think of them. i do get a kick out of the way that in so many scenes edd will be falling to pieces, eddy's getting curb stomped...and you look at ed in the background and without fail he's just standing there like 😀
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