#I'd do red too again someday

[the-sour-patch-crew]

I am fine with any color. The rest are far pickier. -Kit

fictive culture is I want to dye our hair to match my source. my headmates do not want this.

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[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[lovesong]

how did i let myself become so horrifically pathetically in love with a guy who turned me down over a year ago i'm such a moron. like i've really sat here & let him break my heart over & over just because he's nice to me & likes touching me & having sex with me sometimes. . but in my defence how am i supposed to get over him when he's so sweet & smart & patient & understanding & he tips his head back when he laughs & always smells like laundry & puts sugar in his hot chocolate & can't sit still & tries so so hard & cares so much & knows just what to say & tells me i'm amazing & rubs my back & hugs me from behind when i'm sad & lets me keep his clothes & hold his hand when i have a panic attack & gets me water & he knows how to belong everywhere in the world & reads entire books to try to understand me better & his arms are the safest place i've ever been & being touched by him is like being water kissed by sunlight like 😐😐 god really said i crafted an angel out of my spare sunshine & i'm sending him to you & you get to touch him & be loved by him but you don't get to keep him & he was never really yours to begin with & now you just have to move on with your life like anything else could ever compare & figure out how to be just friends & watch him move on when you've felt the warmth of his affection & been so close to being his & you know what it feels like to have his hands & his mouth everywhere & drift off in his arms & the only place you know where to live is his lap & with his hand in yours but you can never go back there & sometimes it will feel okay because he's still your best friend & he'll pick you up & spin you around & play with your hair & say all the same reassuring words & be funny & charming & lovely but then sometimes the distance will drown you & you'll sob yourself to sleep & when he's there you'll have to hold back your tears & know that your hurt is hurting him but have no way of stopping it & not know how to live & what to do with your hands & who to run to when the one you used to run to is right there but just out of reach & only ever gonna get further & further away from you & will find someone to hold who he feels something real for & will leave with her someday & not you & you just have to be okay with it all & pretend like the hurt & the jealousy aren't making your heart bruise like a piece of fruit he picked up for a while but decided he didn't want after all 🫶🫶

[confessedlyfannish]

Six Years Ago

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Sam watches Danny wash the dishes in their kitchen, quietly humming to himself, and wonders how many more days they'll get like this. She comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his torso, resting her forehead against the plane of his shoulder.

He leans his head back until it rests against the top of hers, and they stand there as her hand creeps up to rest on his heart. Danny turns the sink off and they breathe together, slowly.

"Hey," he says, putting his hand on top of hers. His hand is warm. "Still here."

Sam rubs her cheek against the thin cotton of his shirt, and he pulls their intertwined hands to his mouth to kiss her palm.

She pulls away.

"Sam?"

"You talked to Clockwork, didn't you?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he stiffens.

"I saw the pause," she says, tracing the edge of the table they picked out together. "Before you took the kid to Frostbite."

"Sam..."

"I know you were going to tell me. I just thought I'd beat you to it."

"Because I know what you're going to say—"

"Make me a vessel."

"Sam, no," Danny grabs her hands, squeezing. "Please, don't ask me to do that."

"I started all of this, the day I dared you to go into that portal," she says, putting a hand on the face already mouthing a no.

"I don't regret what happened," Danny says.

"Neither do I," she smiles lightly. "I asked you to go in again, remember? I've killed you twice now, and maybe it says something about me that I never felt all that bad about it."

"We were kids," Danny says.

Sam shrugs. "I heard you scream. Both times."

"I'm not as strong as you," Danny whispers.

"I know," she says. "That's why you need me."

Danny's eyes flick up towards the ceiling, in the direction of the guest bedroom. "He's awake," he says.

"Let me talk to him," she grabs the pill bottle resting beside them, turning towards the stairs "You freak him out."

Danny catches her wrist. "I can't ask you...I can't ask you to do this for me."

"You're crazy if you think I'd let you do this alone."

"You hate organized government," he blurts out. Sam laughs.

"Hardly what this is, first of all, second," she smirks, "I guess we'll have to make some changes."

"It'll be hard."

"It's been hard before."

"We'll have to fight."

"Done that too, once or twice."

"And we won't be able to..."

"Yeah," Sam says, resting her forehead against his. "I know."

"You can still walk away from this," his eyes scream for her to stay.

"You're my family. End of."

"I'll change."

"Yes, absolute power tends to do that. You won't be good, because you can't be with all that power, and you might even be evil or worse, ignorant. Someday you'll be stopped. Someday you'll have to be stopped. You're," she swallows, voice cracking. "You're dooming yourself Danny."

"Yes. Please don't ask me to doom you too."

"I don't know," she winds her arm around his neck and presses their lips together, her lipstick staining his lips blue-black. "Sounds pretty goth to me."

"That's dumb," a voice pipes up. They both turn in surprise to see the kid standing in the doorway. With his arm bandaged, his leg splinted and face pale, he still looks pretty worse for wear. He's holding onto the arch for support, and in the other hand he's clutching a crocheted green stuffie of a ghost, complete with red eyes and a black-stitched smile. Upright, he's smaller than Sam thought.

"Absolute power doesn't make you evil. My dad is super strong, stronger than anybody on Earth, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one would be able to stop him," the boy rambles. "But he doesn't, 'cause he wouldn't ever, 'cause he doesn't want to, and that'll never change. Never. He's good. If you want to be good, you be good."

He frowns hard at them, as if willing them to be good with his gaze alone.

Sam glances at Danny, and watches his face go from stunned to inexplicably fond.

"You're right," he says quietly. "Adults can really complicate things sometimes, huh?"

"All the time," the kid says with exasperation, the most put-upon look on his face that Sam has to abruptly turn away before she busts a gut.

"Why can't I fly?" the kid demands. "And why is your hair black?"

"Permission to approach?" Sam asks, putting her hands up when the kid takes a hurried step back. The kid eyes the bottle in her hand and she puts it back on the table, pulling a chair out for him. He chooses to warily limp past her instead, but murmurs a "thank you" as he sits that has both adults biting back grins, especially when it is clear his feet only skim the ground.

"Not going to lie, kiddo, really thought you'd try climbing out the window," Danny says. "Would you like a glass of water?"

"Yes, please," the child says. He mutters something.

"What was that?" Sam asks, smile widening.

"It was too high," the kid repeats, petulantly. "Seeing as I can't fly." He accepts the water with another thank you. He eyes the pill bottle again. "What're those?"

"This," Sam says, scooping it up and giving it a shake. "Is for you." She places it in front of him, and he cautiously takes it.

"Medicine?" he asks.

"Yup, you got it!" Danny says, rummaging through the fridge. "Are you hungry?"

"There's no label on it," the kid says, eyes narrowed.

"That's because we had it made especially for you," Danny explains, unwrapping a turkey sandwich and placing it in front of him. As if on cue, the kid's stomach growls loudly.

The child seems to abruptly realize he is still holding the toy, flushing. He still carefully places it on the chair beside him. Danny beams in its direction.

"Glad you like Blobert, my Dad made him."

"Blobert?"

"The Third," Sam says with solemnity. "Danny's dad is big into crocheting." He'd found it to be a nice outlet outside of ghost hunting, and now their house was full of slightly wonky-looking stuffed ghosts.

"My dad knits," the kid offers around a big bite of sandwich. "Gran taught him when he was little. He says it's relaxing."

"Knitting and crocheting involves teeny little stitches to create something big, right?" Danny says. The kid nods. "People are kind of the same way. We're made up of things called cells, which are super super small, too small for us to see. There's skin cells, and hair cells, and mouth and hand cells. There are pinky toe cells!" Danny exclaims.

"Each cell has a job, like some cells fight germs when you get sick, and that's how you get better. Does that make sense?"

The child nods.

"Other cells make sure that when you eat food, like your yummy turkey sandwich, is it yummy?" He nods again. "Phew! Between us, I'm not that good a cook."

"I liked the mac n' cheese," The boy says quietly.

"You did? I made that," Sam says triumphantly, while Danny obviously sulks. The boy giggles.

"Well," Danny says loudly, "when it comes to your obviously amazingly mind-blowing-ly delicious turkey sandwich, and Sam's okay mac n' cheese—"

"Hey!"

"There are cells that take that food and make sure each cell eats so it can do its job. And if all the cells are doing their jobs then you can do stuff like walk and run or in your case, fly."

"But I've been eating," the kid says, frowning. "And I can walk and run fine."

"You're a bit more special than that," Sam says, taking over. "Most people eat food and their cells know what to do. But some of your cells need some help knowing what to do. It's kind of like they're sleeping and we need to wake them up."

"Do you remember when we first met, and I took you to the sun?" Danny asks. The boy tenses, which is a yes. "I won't do that again, not without your permission. But we realized you needed that, sunlight. It helps wake up your cells."

"Yeah, that makes sense," the boy says slowly. Danny and Sam exchange a look over his head.

"Did you already know that?" Danny asks gently.

"My dad...he needs sunlight too. Sorta."

"Kiddo," Danny says, "the truth is, this isn't your world. Which I think you already know, yeah?"

The boy puts down his sandwich. "Yeah," he says, staring at his plate, and Sam wants to scoop him up and hold him close and tell him everything will be alright.

"Hey, I know it's scary, but we'll figure it out, okay? We're going to get you home, I promise."

The boy's head shoots up. "You know how to get me home?"

"We'll figure it out," Danny repeats. When uncertainty creeps into the boy's face, Danny shakes his head. "No, none of that. We know how you got here. If we time it correctly, we should be able to get you back."

"And in the meantime, you can stay with us," Sam says. The boy turns to her, surprised. "If you want to."

"With you?"

"Me and Blobert the Third. Oh, and Danny I suppose."

"Hey!"

The kid barely smiles. "You can really get me home?"

"Yes, but it might take some time. And while you're here, you'll have to take those," Danny nods at the pill bottle. "Our sun and your sun are different. It's kind of like it's speaking a different language than the one your cells understand, so they're having trouble knowing what to do. Those pills will help."

The kid looks suspiciously at the bottle, then them, then the bottle. And because he is just a kid, stranded and alone in an unfamiliar world while sick and in pain, the suspicion quickly gives way to fear.

"I forgot," Sam declares abruptly, "How unbelievably rude of me! My name is Sam. Samantha Manson," she offers the kid her hand to shake. "And that," she jabs a thumb in Danny's direction, "is Daniel James Fenton. But he also goes by Danny Phantom."

Sam leans in. "But kid, here's the thing. Remember how you asked why his hair is black?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, Phantom is actually Danny's superhero name. Except for me and a few other people, nobody knows Danny Phantom and Danny James Fenton are the same person."

"Wait," the boy says incredulously. "Are you telling me Danny Fenton is his secret identity?"

"Yup," Sam says, blinking as the boy gets more agitated. but keeping her tone level. Danny nods along. "Exactly what I'm saying."

"And you told me?" the boy cries. "You just met me! What if I was a bad person?"

"What if," Danny says, eyes bright.

"What if, indeed," Sam concurs.

"This isn't funny! Secret identities are important, you can't just go around telling people!"

"They are. It would be really bad if you told people Danny was Phantom, actually. But trust is a two-way street, have you heard that phrase before? We want you to trust us, so we're gonna trust you. Starting with Danny's secret identity." The boy stares, stunned.

Sam continues; "Kid, we'll always be honest with you. If you stay with us, we'll tell you whatever you want to know. And we'll keep you safe, until we can get you home to your dad."

"We'll tell you whatever you want to know even if you don't stay with us," Danny says quickly. "And we'll also get you home. But even if it's not with us, you need somewhere to stay. You need regular meals, and a bed to sleep in, and even if it's super boring, school,"

"I like school," the kid blurts.

"Oh? Which grade are you in?"

"I was going to start sixth after summer break..." the kid swallows suddenly.

"Wow, a middle schooler! That's old!" Danny says, attempting to distract him. "Here I thought you were seven!"

"I'm ten!" the kid says, bristling and blinking back tears.

"You must've been looking forward to it," Sam says, shooting Danny a glare. The child rubs furiously at his face. Danny comes around to his other side, crouching down.

"I was...I was going to go to school with my best friend, and I tried on the uniform and it was so cool...and I'd never been to a school with a uniform before and my Mom said we'd have a fitting in September," the boy is picking up speed, "but I wanted to be more like my dad and understand who I was because I feel weird and my powers feel weird and my grandpa said it would help and it would be important," the boy begins crying in earnest, "It wasn't supposed to be forever! It was just for a little while, and then I'd go back to school but I thought it sounded so cool and people looked up to me and I wanted to help and I told my mom I'd be okay so she left and—" Danny pulls the boy into a hug and he collapses into his shoulder, sobbing.

"We'll get you home, hey, hey, it's going to be okay—"

"I don't even know how to take pills!" The boy wails. "My leg hurts!"

"That's because you walked on it, silly goose," Danny says, standing up with the boy still in his arms. He clings to him like a koala. "We'll fix it. Hey, look at me. I'll fix it. Kiddo—"

"My name is Jon!" the boy wails louder.

"Jon, I've got you. I've got you, it'll be okay. I promise it'll be okay."

Oh, Sam thinks, watching Danny cradle the boy. This is going to break his heart.

Part Six

[passionwillow]

Burning Desire

I'd like to thank the sweet anon for this request because GOSH I have been wanting to write this desperately. Virgin reader who is kinda innocent, babysits Deacons kids and he finally snaps and gives in to his desires.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, age gap, soft dom Deacon (this needs its own warning he's so hot ugh)

You quietly closed the bedroom door as Victoria finally dozed off, letting out a sigh as you walked down the hall and back down the stairs. She was always a hard one to put down to bed, but it only took 20 minutes this time. Usually it was almost an hour.

You padded quietly down the stairs and started as you heard movement and the clicking of glass from the kitchen. You slowly walked through the living room and peeked into the kitchen, relaxing and smiling at the muscled back and silver hair you spotted.

You walked through the curved archway and cleared your throat, Deacon turning and smiling, his brown eyes tired but keen as they eyed your jeans and baggy sweater. "Hey. The kids down and sleeping?" You nodded and took a seat at the table, hands on the counter as you watched him open his beer. "Yeah, Victoria took some extra time." He nodded and sipped his beer as he walked over to you, leaning on the counter beside you. "I figured that's where you were. Didn't want to get her all excited if I stopped up there."

You smiled in understanding and ducked your head, his gaze bringing a heat to your cheeks. You loved working for Deacon , loved the kids, and he was always understanding if you couldn't make it somedays. Even let you stay over if his shift ran late and he didn't come home until the early morning hours.

But Deacon was also ridiculously attractive and you had hard time keeping your cool around him. The way he stared at you, always seemed to stand a little closer than necessary, it turned your legs to jello and your stomach to a fluttering mess. Not to mention you couldn't get a word out without being a stuttering mess.

You weren't experienced with guys, that was just a fact. You hadn't dated much, and hadn't had sex before. Ever. You were quiet, kept to yourself, went through college with your head down and got good grades. You knew what sex was, you weren't completely shielded from life. But not many guys looked at you and you were too shy to make any moves.

You were torn out of your thoughts as Deacon's hand found yours, squeezing briefly and raising his brows. "You alright, hon?" His nickname made your cheeks heat again, and you knew your face had to be tomato red by now. "Yeah, yeah. Sure. Just uhm- tired." You swallowed hard and cursed yourself in your head. Why couldn't you just relax?

Deacon smiled in amusement and nodded, hand lingering before he pulled away, nodding towards the living room. "Why don't you stay over tonight. It's already late, and the weather is getting bad. I wouldn't want you driving home in it." You gazed up at him and nodded, giving him what you hoped was a calm smile. You moved your hands to your lap and tried to hide the slight tremble, but Deacon could read your body language like it was written right there on paper.

He cocked his head as he studied you, brown eyes a shade darker than normal as he shifted his weight, leaning over you a little. "Do I make you nervous?" His question caught you off guard and you looked at him in vague alarm, licking your lips before speaking. "Nervous? I don't.. I mean. A little I guess." He slowly smiled and kept his eyes on yours, gaze flickering briefly to your lips. "Why?"

Your stomach clenched as your eyes stayed on his, too dazed to think about looking anywhere else. You didn't know why you answered him, but with his body so close you could feel his warmth, the smell of his cologne filling your nose, it drew the words out before you could even think. "I-I.. I don't know. You.. You're handsome. And older. And-.. Yeah." You finished lamely, your head finally ducking to look into your lap. Deacon's smile only widened as he gently reached for you, finger hooking under your chin to bring your eyes back to his.

"Me? C'mon, I can't have that big of an effect on you. You've been with guys a lot better looking than me, I'm sure. One's that aren't old, either." You obediently looked up at him as he spoke, his touch searing your skin as you shook your head, hair falling around your face as your ponytail fell loose. "No, I.. I haven't. I've never done anything, not like that." You swallowed hard and bit your bottom lip, his finger still on your chin. "And I don't think you're too old. If-.. If that's what you thought I meant because it isn't. What I meant."

Deacon's smile only grew wider at your rambling and he shook his head, thumb grazing over your bottom lip as he moved closer, your legs parting to give him room to stand between them, his pupils blown as you studied you. "So what if I told you I'd show you what it's like. To have a man.. Treat you right. Pleasure you." The drop in his voice at the last two words sent a shiver down your spine, and heat flooded to your core. Your lips parted as your breathing quickened, and all you could do was nod at his words.

He hummed lightly and reached behind your head, gently tugging the black hair tie that kept your hair pulled back from your face. Your hair fell down over your shoulders and he smiled, cupping your cheek and almost whispering as he spoke. "I need to hear you say it, beautiful. If you don't want this, I'll walk away and never ask again.. But I can't stop thinking about you."

The raw honesty in his words hit you in the gut, and the hot flush that ran over your skin made you feel like you were on fire. You nodded again but sat up straighter on your stool, voice breathless and soft as you spoke. "Please. I want you." Your words darkened his gaze and his hand that cradled the back of your head tightened ever so slightly as he leaned in, his lips grazing your jaw and moving in a slow line to your neck.

His lips were warm and soft, the stubble on his cheek scraping pleasantly against your skin. Your eyes drifted closed as he worked to your pulse point, teeth scraping against the heartbeat in your throat before moving to your ear, his soft, warm breath leaving goosebumps on your skin as he whispered. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby, I promise." You couldn't stop the soft whimper that left your lips, and he pulled back enough to press his lips to yours, one hand still holding your head as the other went to your hips, gently pulling you up from your seat and pressing you into the counter.

Your hands grabbed for the front of his shirt, and you held the fabric in a white knuckled grip. His lips moved slow and methodical against yours, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin as you followed his lead, your inexperience starting to make you tense. You were going to make an absolute fool of yourself, it didn't matter how badly you wanted it, wanted him.

Deacon seemed to sense your nervousness and pulled back, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his other sliding to your lower back, anchoring you to his solid form. "Hey. Look at me." His soft but firm tone brought you out of your fluster and your eyes met his, unable to look away as he spoke to you. "Just relax, let me do the work. Okay? I'll take care of you." His words soothed your nerves and you nodded with a slight smile, the nervous twist of your gut turning to something unfamiliar. He matched your smile and gave you one last peck before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

You'd only been in here once or twice since you worked for him, only to put away some laundry he insisted he'd get to but never did. The cream colored bedsheets were crisp and neat, the soft glow of the lamp he turned on giving enough light for him to see you. You glanced around the room and chewed at your lip, Deacon's touch to your cheek bringing your attention back to him. He stood so close to you, you were sure he heard your heart hammering in your chest.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, nose gliding along your cheek as he whispered. "You sure you want this? You can say no. Walk right out of here, no hard feelings." You shivered and slid your hands to his hips, fingers sliding into his belt buckles as you nodded quickly, the wetness between your legs only increasing at the proximity of him. "I do. I want it, Deac."

You're consent caused a smile to curl over his lips, and he didn't waist time pressing his lips to yours, hands sliding down the backs of your thighs as he suddenly lifted you. He turned and carried you the short distance to the bed, setting you down and resting a knee on the bed beside you, hovering over you so he could deepen the kiss further, his tongue slipping in to taste you.

You opened up to him without a moments hesitation, the excitement and nervousness and lust coursing through you making your skin tingle. Deacon pushed you back further into the bed, making sure to handle you gently as he laid you back, toned body pressing into yours. He moved his lips to your neck and got to work marking you up, teeth nipping and lips suckling a hickey into your neck. You let your head rest back into the pillows, the scent of him all over the sheets as you arched slightly, a moan slipping out as he marked you. His rough, calloused hand slipped under your hoodie and cupped your breast, squeezing and kneading as he pulled back and looked down at you, gaze darker than it was before.

"Anyone ever touch you like this?" You shook your head as you breathed shaky and quick through your mouth, a smile ghosting over his lips as you watched you. "I think we'll have to change that, then." He sat up and grabbed the hem of your hoodie, pulling it up and off to reveal your bra, the only thing keeping you from being exposed. He didn't waist any time tossing your top to the floor and leaning down, peppering kissed over he top of your boobs, hands traveling over your thighs.

You gasped and shivered at the sensation, his warm lips leaving a trail that felt like fire over your skin. Your hand shook as you hesitated before sliding it into his hair, and he hummed in approval as his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh, your back arching as you moaned. You almost didn't notice his hand that slipped underneath you, undoing your bra and pulling the straps down your shoulders, a blush heating your cheeks as he pulled it off and threw it aside.

He looked up at you and smiled as his hands kneaded your breast, gaze never leaving your face as he teased and pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling the bud between them. He noted the way you arched and whimpered, leaning down and latching onto the other one as he continued teasing and pinching.

Every pinch, every tug, every kiss and nip went right to your core. Your nails scratched at his scalp as he continued teasing you, and you were trying so hard not to wake the kids as you whined and moaned under him. He pulled back after a moment and looked down at you, a smile on his face as he took in your blissed out face. "You are beautiful, you know that?" He didn't wait for a response as he sat up on his knees, fingers going to your jeans and popping the button, pulling the zipper down.

You could only pant and blush as he tugged your jeans off your hips, your panties going right with them. You knew you were a soaked mess, and you tried to close your legs, hide the arousal from him, but his hands grabbed your knees and spread them back open. He shook his head and crawled back over you, nose almost brushing yours as he whispered. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Okay?" His eyes held firm to yours, and all you could do was nod, your eyes glancing to his lips. He smiled at your quiet request and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck, daring to let your tongue brush his lips in a silent plea. He opened up for you and let you explore his mouth, only pulling back once you were breathless and had a pleased smile on your face. He chuckled at your expression and sat back up on his knees, looking between your legs at the soaked mess waiting just for him. He licked his lips and reached down, his middle finger dragging through your slickness and collecting it on his finger, your soft gasp and whine going right to his cock. "Has anyone ever touched you here, princess?"

You shook your head and bit your lip, hips lifting in another plea for him, a plea for more. He smiled to himself and looked at you, finger circling your clit and teasing as he watched your body react, easing a finger inside you without warning. You gasped and moaned in surprise at the intrusion, your hands tangled in the bedsheets as he explored you. "Do you pleasure yourself, babygirl? Hm?" His question sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded and clenched around his finger, cheeks hot as you closed your eyes, hips rocking as he slowly fingered you.

He leaned down over your body, one hand bracing himself by your head as the other moved between your legs, a second finger easing in as he purred. "You think of me when you pleasure yourself, baby?" His warm breath tickled your ear and you whimpered at the stretch of his fingers inside you, your hands moving to his hair and clinging to the silver locks. He pulled back just enough to see your face, to see you nod quickly to answer his question. "Yeah.. It's always you I think of." He grinned at your words and curled his fingers, letting them graze that sweet spot inside of you, as he growled. "Good. Because I think of you too, princess."

His words sent a hot flash to your core, and you cried out in bliss as his thumb found your clit, pressing on the sensitive bud and silencing you with a kiss, muffling your moans as he stretched you open for him.

He pulled back without warning and let his fingers slowly slip out of you, smirking in amusement at the weak whimper you let out at the loss. He brought his fingers to his lips and slowly sucked them clean, eyes glued to yours as you watched in absolute awe. He grinned at your reaction and got up, quickly removing his shirt and jeans, making quick of his briefs before taking his place between your legs.

Your eyes ate up the exposed skin like you were starving, and at the sight of his cock you actually moaned a little. It was a decent length but it seemed so thick, and the thought of it filling you made you inhale shakily. Deacon seemed to pick up on the nervousness, because his hands found your thighs and squeezed gently, thumbs moving in light circles. "We can stop, baby. We don't need to do this right now."

His concern soothed the tightness in your throat, and you quickly shook your head, sitting up and looking up into his eyes. He was still towering over you at this angle. "No, I want to.. I just.. How is that going to fit?" His shoulders relaxed and he laughed a little at your question, taking your hand that was pressed to his bare chest and moving it lower, until you were mere inches from his cock. "It will. Just need patience." You eyed his leaking cock and but your lip, hesitating before gently wrapping your fingers around him.

He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, his hips twitching slightly as he started stroking him. You studied his face as you worked his cock, letting your thumb brush his leaking head every so often, noting the way his bows furrowed, the way his breath hitched and the low, throaty groans he made. You smiled to yourself and gave his cock a tug, and he growled out your name before grabbing your wrist, leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

"Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you." His words went straight to your core, and you nodded quickly, laying back on the bed as he gently pushed your shoulder, shifting closer and gripping his shaft, lining up to your entrance and letting the head of his cock run between your folds. "It's going to hurt, okay? Just tell me if you need to stop." You nodded and bit your lip in anticipation, jaw going slack as he eased his tip in, leaning down over you once he was sure he wouldn't slip out. His mouth traveled over your jaw and neck, one hand holding your thigh that he guided to his hip, his other forearm holding up him up as he nestled into you, his body weight keeping you pinned as he nudged his way into you.

The burning between your thighs was a mix of pleasure and pain, and you whimpered and moaned as he stretched you open, his lips trying to distract you from the pain. Your hands gripped and clawed at his broad back, Deacon's panting almost as ragged as yours. He bottomed out and kept his hips still, kissing your cheek and murmuring softly to you. "That's it, baby, just relax. Breathe and relax, baby, that's a good girl." His praises sent a hot rush through you, and your walls clenched around his cock. He grunted slightly and looked down at you, eyes dark and full of lust as he purred. "Do you know how amazing you feel, babygirl?"

You looked up into his eyes and cracked a smile, letting your nose brush his as you whispered. "Move, baby- please, I need you to move." He smiled and obeyed your request, hips starting to move as he kept an eye on your face, trying to keep an eye out for any pain on your end. His hand slid lower to your cheek and kneaded at the flesh, helping to hold your hips at an angle as he thrust deeper.

The burning quickly subsided to pleasure and your moans filled the room, his own grunts and groans mixing with yours. Your juices soaked his cock, and allowed him to move smoother and deeper, your sweaty bodies pressed together as he stayed close to you, mumbling sweetly in your ear as he made love to you. "So good, baby, you're taking me so well. I'll take care of you, baby, gonna make you feel so good."

It wasn't long before you were reaching your climax, the unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure bringing you to the brink. He kept the steady pace as you came undone, muffling your moans and cries with his lips as his nails dug into the soft flesh of your ass, breathing shakily through his nose. He pulled back and took in your blissed out expression, the tightness of you around him, your walls fluttering from your orgasm bringing him closer. "Tell me where you want me to cum, baby." His voice was trembling as he drew nearer and nearer, and your clawed at his toned chest as the aftershock of your orgasm made your legs tremble, clenching around him and whining. "In me. Cum in me, Deacon."

Your words made a growl slip out of him, and he gave two hard thrust before coming undone, his sweaty forehead falling into your shoulder as he filled you. The hot spurts you felt inside you made you whimper, and your arms went limp around his neck, the pleasure of the night making you weak.

Deacon had enough energy left to gently slip out of you before rolling over, lying on his back beside you and cursing softly. The sound of you both panting filled the room, and your eyes were too heavy to try and open. You felt the bed shift and a blanket being pulled over you, then a gentle arm pull you closer. You forced your eyes open as you rolled over and smiled as Deacon pulled you into his chest, a gentle kiss landing on your forehead as he mumbled. "You were amazing, baby."

You hummed lightly and hid your face in his chest, a smile stuck to your lips as you spoke quietly. "So were you.. Thank you. For taking care of me." He ran his fingertips over your bare back and nodded, his arms tightening around you. "Always."

[temis-de-leon]

Peaceful waters

Characters: Levi x gn!MC

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CW: implied depression, emotional numbness, MC's not having the best of times, another minuscule nod at Lesson 16 because I'd never be able to forget about it

He may be ooc, but i couldn't stop thinking about this

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There was something about the color blue. Something so strong it made you want to cry. 

It could be the clear skies of spring, warm breeze carrying the smell of flowers; or maybe the blueberry sour candy that stained your tongue. It also reminded you of that stray cat that followed you around, purring against your leg even when you didn't have any treats, cyan eyes staring at you with unconditional love. 

It could be the water and the sound of waves reaching the sand, or maybe the early hours of the morning, moon and sun coexisting in the sky, mist in the horizon and dirt moist with dew.

When was the last time you woke up before dawn? High school, perhaps? Or one of those nights where the tears were heavier than your eyelids? Staring at the window and the people living around you with a headache so brutal it took away your vision.

But did you have enough reasons to cry? You weren't okay, but you were neither sad nor angry; it could be worse. 

Poor MC with the empty hole in their chest, no emotions to fill it with, unable to enjoy the flowers that grew inside the crevices of the pavement, the dog sunbathing in the balcony or the desire paths inches away from the manmade sidewalk.

Poor MC, no sense of direction, too detached from their own life to reject their murderer’s friendship, to listen to their survival instincts and turn around when it was due.

So lost in their lack of feelings that the only thing they could confine in was the color blue.

Blue, like the wings of a butterfly.

Like Levi's aquarium.

Like laying in the midst of his pillows, his blankets and his clothes, the familiarity of his scent surrounding you when everything became too much.

Levi, who didn't need to ask why whenever you showed up at his door with cloudy vision. The one who respectfully turned up the volume of his headphones so you could cry in peace, uncomfortable upon your sadness, but understanding.

Whatever you would give him without any reason to do so, he would give you. His presence, his silence, his words… A lending ear, a forced joke to ease the room, a tutorial for a game you've already played millions of times.

Levi, who treated you like his lover, his idol and, above all, his bestfriend.

When he'd look at you, your wet cheeks and your red nose, half of your face buried in the nest you'd made in his bathtub, he'd realize.

The color of his pact was orange, but he was an aquatic demon. Wouldn't it make more sense if he wore the color of his own element? 

But then again, you were the color blue: the depths of the ocean, the lights of his room, Henry's tank. Laying together and staring at the ceiling while talking about the last game he'd purchased, hugging him when he became to embarrassed to do anything else and kissing him when he believed he didn't deserve it. 

You were to him what he hoped he'd someday be to you.

Blue.

Just like water.

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 6

6. (Jan 11-12) Exhaustion / Blindfolded / Old Injuries  

cw reluctant whumper, exhaustion, blood loss, vampire whumper, human whumpee, scars, intimate whumper 

Whumpee stood in front of the mirror, head tilted to the side as their fingers traced the bite marks going down their neck. They were in various stages of healing—some had faded to white scars, others were bruised and scabbing, and the most recent one was still an aggravated red. If Whumpee scratched at it, it would start bleeding again easily. 

“You okay?” 

They glanced up quickly. “I didn’t hear you come in.” 

Whumper shrugged, eyes locking with theirs in the mirror. “Perks of being a creature of the night, I suppose. Very sneaky.” 

“Right,” Whumpee said with a chuckle. 

A moment of silence passed, with both of their gazes drifting to Whumpee’s neck. Most of the marks were concentrated there, but others were hidden by Whumpee’s clothes. Their wrists, the inside of their elbow, their thighs. 

“You look tired,” Whumper pointed out. 

“I’m fine.” The constant blood loss left them exhausted and perpetually dizzy, but it really was fine. Whumper worried too much. 

They frowned, closing the distance between them and Whumpee. Whumper kissed their neck gently, lips fitting over one of the older bites. “I wish they didn’t scar so much.” 

“I don’t mind,” Whumpee muttered. “I like the reminders of you. Knowing that I can give you what you need, instead of letting you worry about where your next meal is coming from. Or hurting someone who doesn’t want this.” 

Whumper nodded slightly, eyes meeting theirs in the mirror. “We can’t keep doing this forever, though. Someday I'm gonna take too much, and then I don’t know what I'd do with myself.” 

Whumpee took in their own reflection—the pallid skin, distant eyes and dark circles, thin frame—and wondered if that day was very far in the future.  

[teenandbeyond]

Heyyy!! :) May I request a Future Trunks x reader with a S/O that is very good with kids, and would maybe one day he would like to have kids?

Future Trunks x Reader Headcanons

I kind of had fun with this lol

Want more? Masterlist, love.

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Babysitting (DBZ or Dragon Ball Z)

Warning(s): Fluff, short (3am on Friday vibes, ya know?)

You and Trunks get stuck babysitting, but unlike him, it's practically a breeze for you...

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"So...we're babysitting you? How did that happen?"

"It was kind of short notice, Mom didn't have anyone else..." Trunks shyly rubbed at his neck, "Sorry to bring you into this."

"It's no problem! I don't mind kids."

He expected it to be a catastrophe.

And when Baby Trunks tugged at your hair, he instinctively apologized.

But he can't say he wasn't surprised when you brushed it off with an easy-going laugh.

"Kids do stuff like that. He's just checking me out, all he needs to be taught is how to apply the right amount of strength when interacting with others. It's no big."

He watched as you easily got bright giggles out of his younger form, tickling under his tiny chin, "Hi, there! Looks like you're cute as a baby, too, huh? When you get older that smile is much more fatal just so you know."

Baby Trunks seems very fond of you, grabbing at your face and happy to receive giggles from you each time.

"Hey, [Name]'s mine, don't go stealing them from me."

"He can't steal me from himself, Trunks."

He only sighs as his baby form continues to take all your attention.

"Are you hungry? Let's get you something to eat."

Even you aren't this attentive to him. Is it weird that he's jealous of a baby...that's also him? Probably.

But then the thought crosses his mind.

What would it be like to have kids with you?

A little bundle in your arms looking like him...or looking like you.

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach.

That life would be a dream.

Way too into his head, your laugh was muted, but his ears went red when it settled into a relaxed smile.

"Hey, [Name], let's have kids one day..."

Oh, did he actually say that out loud?

Considering how your head snapped over to him, your expression quite flustered, yes. The answer was yes.

"I-Forget I said that! I-"

"I'd like that. Someday," you smiled.

Now he was beet red, quickly turning his face away.

Baby Trunks made a noise to gain your attention again.

"How are you both getting jealous of yourselves?" you sighed in endearment.

[hedwig394]

I'm Not Yours

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall

Timeline: In S2E4, when Derek is training his betas, one of them tries to kiss him.

Derek's POV -

Isaac barrels towards me with a vicious look on his face. I stare at him, unfazed. Like that can scare me. He leaps at me but I push him out of the way effortlessly. Sure, the momentum makes it difficult, but not difficult enough.

Erica jumps at me from above and I toss her to the ground. She's no better. In fact, she's worse. Isaac at least has the mind to know that he isn't the best, but Erica is full of overconfidence. It's going to get her in trouble someday.

Boyd looks at from above, and cringes as both the betas fall to the ground. I know their bones are broken, they must be. Guilt creeps up my spine, but I shove it down. If I'm to teach them how to protect themselves, then they must sustain a few injuries.

"Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?" I ask with a frown.

It is then that Erica jumps at me. But she doesn't try to attack. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and presses her lips to mine. Eyes widening in shock, I push her away immediately.

"Don't ever do that again," I say, fury churning through my body. My eyes flash red and I see fear in hers, but I don't care.

I don't want to be kissed by anyone who isn't Sarah.

"Why?" She asks, scared, "Because I'm a Beta?"

"No." I say, "Because I'm Not Yours." I make sure to wipe my lips, just in case her lipstick has left a mark.

Isaac groans from beside her, uninterested in what just happened. "Are we done? I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."

I bend down in front of him and break his finger, "A hundred and one."

Isaac looks at me in shock and pain, and I hiss at him. "You think I'm teaching you to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive! So if you don't wanna die, I suggest you take this seriously."

I stalk away from them and rush to my loft after putting my jacket on. I had promised to meet Sarah there, and I don't wanna be late. I don't want to miss even a single minute I have with her. Her brother thinks that it's just him who has to do a lot just to see his girlfriend, but he's wrong.

I have to do twice as much just to catch a glimpse of Sarah.

She waits at me at the loft, her long hair flowing behind her because of the wind.

"Angel..." I say. It's one of the few nicknames I have for her, another main one being 'honey'. She turns around and looks at me. Joy fills her eyes and she rushes towards me, throwing her arms around me. She doesn't care that I smell like tar and dirt, doesn't care that the dirt is all over my clothes and face.

I wrap my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her sweet-smelling hair. I kiss her cheek and all the emotions I've bottled down almost spill out. No, I can't let that happen. I have to stay strong for her.

She steps back and looks at me with tearful eyes. I pull her towards me and kiss her deeply, savouring the flavour and taste of her soft lips. She opens her mouth and I slip my tongue inside, exploring her mouth. She tastes like the sweet fruit at the end of countless hardships.

Sarah tastes like mine. There's not a lot I can call mine, but Sarah is mine. And I'll be damned to let anyone hurt her or take her away from me.

And the moan she gives makes me wanna carry her inside and show her just that.

But I have to keep the lust in control since I'd rather talk to her and hold her in my arms in those few stolen moments we have together than have sex with her.

I draw my head to let her catch her breath. I can go on for longer, werewolf lungs and all. But she's human. My human.

I caress her cheek gently and press a kiss to her forehead. "I've missed you, my Angel."

"I've missed you too, Sourwolf." She sniffs.

"Come on," I say, "Let's go inside."

She slips her hand in mine and we walk inside the loft. Sarah beams at the simple arrangement of the place and looks at me. "I've missed coming here."

"I know, I'm sorry," I say ruefully. The loft has not been the same without her. After we got together officially, Sarah used to hang out at the loft frequently. At one point, she was living with me. Those were the best days of my life. Just being with her, inside her and spending time in her presence gave me more happiness than anything else.

But then Gerard Argent showed up along with his pack of Hunters. I turned Isaac and Erica, and Sarah's brother started to hate me. I don't care, Scott's a child. He'll understand the ways of the world after growing up.

But unknowingly, that caused a rift between me and Sarah. It was too unsafe for her to be with me, with hunters prowling around and an unknown beast to add to the list. I know how low Gerard can sink, he can threaten and hurt Sarah just to get to me.

I once had a thought of breaking up with her for her own safety, but she had said to me "I'll carve your heart out with a scalpel and keep it as a prized possession if you ever do that." And that had led to a passionate make-out session.

"Derek..." Sarah's voice makes me look at her. But she isn't looking at me, she's staring at my jacket. "Why do you smell like women's perfume?"

Aah, that is Erica's fault. "Oh, it's nothing. I was going to tell you." I begin casually, but she looks anything but casual. Sarah's glaring at me like she never has before, and I gulp. "Angel, believe me, it's not what you think."

"Then what is it?" She hisses viciously, and at that moment, I can't help but admire how strong and confident she looks.

Right, back to the point.

I explain everything to her, starting from training to the point where Erica kissed me, and at the end, Sarah looks like she could commit first-degree murder. "I pushed her away immediately," I say, desperation clawing at my insides. Will she believe me?

Sarah glares at me. Then, she looks at her feet with a sigh. "Do you like her, Derek?"

"No!" I exclaim, aghast. "Honey, she's my beta, and she's also underage. I don't like her. I don't like anyone but you."

She doesn't look at me. "It's fine, Derek. If you don't like me anymore. I get it. It's been a hard couple of months. And I understand if you wanna be with me. Maybe a werewolf will be better for you."

"Sarah," I ball my hand into a fist. "Look at me."

She doesn't budge, and I gently lift her chin up. Her warm, chocolate eyes meet my werewolf red. She looks a bit frightened, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her hard against me.

"Look at me, Angel." I growl, "You're the only one I like, the only one I want. So don't even think for a second that I'll look at anyone else the way I look at you."

"I'm sorry," She says and my eyes go back to the usual green. "It's been so hard recently, so I thought that you'd give up and...." She looks at me worriedly, "Start looking for someone else."

"Sarah," I say calmly, "It's been very hard, yes. But I'm not giving up on you. On us. It's you for me, Angel."

Sarah gives me a shaky smile, and I continue, "And as for Erica, I pushed her away immediately and warned her to not do that again. You know why?"

She looks at me expectantly and I kiss her softly. "Because I'm not hers, Angel. I'm yours."

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[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter three

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

"I'm so hungryyy," Luffy whined, hanging his head off the edge of the boat.

"When the hell are we gonna reach land anyway?" Zoro groaned as looked in the distance.

"Who knows? We're just sailin' on the wind and the waves, going where they take us. We might not ever even reach the land. Nah, I guess we will someday," the boy sighed.

"That someday better be today. 'Cause if I don't get some food soon, I'm gonna resort to eating some people," you groaned from your spot sprawled out on the floor, side-eyeing the green-haired man, "Lookin' at you, Zoro."

He scoffed and looked away, but you could've sworn you saw something red on his cheeks.

"Don't you find it dumb that someone trying to be King of the Pirates doesn't have a single navigational skill?" he asked Luffy, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Not really. I just drift around. What about you? Aren't you some famous bounty hunter who's sailed the seas?"

"He has a point," you chimed.

"I don't have any recollection of ever calling myself a bounty hunter. I set out onto the open sea in search of just one man, but then I couldn't get back to my village. By that point, I had no choice but to go after pirate ships to earn a living," Zoro answered, looking up into the sky.

"Oh, I see... So you're just lost," Luffy said, still staring down at the water.

You snickered.

"Hey, don't put it like that!" Zoro exclaimed, slamming his foot on the boat and making it rock.

Since you were on the ground, you got thrown up into the air and landed on a certain someone's lap.

"Bastard! I could've fallen off the boat," you growled in Zoro's face, furrowing your eyebrows.

You expected him to yell back, but that redness came to his cheeks and he looked away from you again.

"Get off," he grumbled.

You suddenly realized your position, sitting on his crotch, and your cheeks burned as you quickly crawled off.

"Your fault for rocking the boat," you grumbled under your breath as you looked away from him.

That's when you saw Luffy's hat floating over the sail and getting ready to fall in the ocean, but Zoro caught it before it could.

He handed it back to Luffy and the two sat back down, Luffy staring down at the hat in his hands for ten minutes.

"Luffy. You're gonna drop that thing again. I thought it was important," Zoro stated.

"It is. Thanks," Luffy smiled.

"Uh, I am so hungry. It's killing me," Zoro groaned.

You sighed and glanced up into the sky to see a bird.

"Look, it's a bird."

"I know! Let's eat it!" Luffy smiled.

"Huh? How do we catch it?" Zoro asked.

"Leave that to me! Gum Gum—!" "Luffy, no! That bird is—!"

But it was too late.

Strawhat already shot himself in the air and went straight for the bird, but it caught him in its beak.

"Huge," you sighed, finishing your sentence.

"Help me!" he started shouting as the bird carried him away.

Zoro quickly grabbed your only two oars and paddled as if his life depended on it.

"You moron! What the hell's goin' on now?!" Zoro exclaimed.

"I tried to tell you that the damn bird was gigantic!" you exclaimed, placing your hands at the sides of your mouth so Luffy could hear you.

"Can't you fly up there and grab him?!" Zoro snapped his head over to you.

"And get snatched up, too?!" 

"Hey! You there! Stop! Please! Men overboard!" one guy began calling from not too far ahead.

It looked like there were three of them.

"I can't believe we find ship wreckers at a time like this! I can't stop, you're just gonna have to jump in!" Zoro yelled.

"What?!" the men exclaimed as they swam to the sides of the boat and climbed in, just before they could get mowed down.

"I'm actually impressed you made it onboard," Zoro smirked.

"Are you trying to kill us?!" They shouted in unison.

"Stop the boat. Now. The three of us are members of Buggy the Clown's pirate crew. This boat is ours now!" the leader drew his sword, pointing it at you.

"Excuse me?" you asked in a dangerously low voice, narrowing your eyes at the three.

You proceeded to beat them to a pulp.

"Today is not the day. I'm tired, hungry, and my damn captain just got taken by a predatory bird. If you want to live to see the rest of your days then I suggest you paddle," you growled as you snatched the oars from Zoro and shoved them into the arms of the other pirates.

You looked back in the sky to see that Luffy and the bird were nowhere in sight.

"Thanks to you three idiots, we've lost sight of our friend."

"Knowing Luffy, he'll probably pull off something once he spots land," Zoro stated, looking up in the sky.

There was a long silence.

"So, any ideas about what we do now?" the lead henchman asked.

"Good question. If Captain Buggy finds out a girl stole our boat and our treasure, we're history," his comrade agreed.

"I know," the third one sadly agreed.

"Huh? So who is this Buggy guy?" Zoro asked.

"Uh. You've never heard of Buggy the Clown?!" the third one exclaimed.

"Nope," Zoro answered.

"He's the ruthless captain of our pirate ship. And he's eaten one of the Devil Fruits. Above everything else, he is one truly terrifying man," the leader answered, resting his hands on his knees.

You docked at the port that was in the direction Luffy was taken when a gigantic boom rang through the air.

"That was one heck of an explosion," Zoro stated seriously.

"It looked like it was one of the Captain's beloved Buggy Balls," one of the henchmen said fearfully.

"Buggy balls?" you cocked a brow.

You and Zoro got on the boat the henchmen told you that Luffy would be on, and as soon as you landed, the two of you saw Luffy trapped in a cage and a girl about to be turned into mincemeat.

Zoro quickly got in front of her and used his swords to block their attack.

You went over to the girl and helped her up.

"Hey now. It's not very nice of you guys to gang up on the poor girl," Zoro growled as he held the men in place with two swords.

"Zoro! (y/n)!" Luffy happily exclaimed.

"Are your hands alright?" you asked as you carefully took her hands in yours, examining her injuries.

The burn, luckily, wasn't too bad, and would heal pretty quickly.

"Whew! What a relief! I'm glad you found us. Now hurry up and come get me out of here," Luffy sighed.

"How do you keep getting yourself into these situations? First, a bird flies off with you, and now we find you trapped in a cage," Zoro asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"It's an interesting story, actually," Luffy shrugged.

"Hey, that little brat just called him Zoro!" one of the crew members gasped.

You started walking over to Luffy's cage with Zoro, when a creepy voice spoke up.

"So you're Zoro. If you're here for my head, you've got quite a struggle before you," a clown-looking captain crossed his arms.

"No. Not interested. I gave up pirate hunting. I'm here for my friend," Zoro calmly replied.

"But I'm interested though. Killing you would bolster my reputation," the captain smirked.

"If you try, you'll die," Zoro said darkly, glaring at Clown Face.

"Oh. Is that so?" Clown Face grinned, pulling out two cutlasses.

"I tried to warn you, but oh well," Zoro sighed.

The crew members started chanting "Buggy" as the two men stood off, Clown Face licking his swords and Zoro putting his third sword in his mouth, lowering into a fighting stance.

You moved off to the side so you weren't in the way.

Buggy ran for Zoro and jumped in the air, now having four cutlasses in one hand, but Zoro cut right through him, the pieces falling to the floor.

Zoro tucked his swords back into his holster.

"That wasn't much of a fight, now was it," he glared at Buggy's body.

'Something's not right.'

"Way to go, Zoro!" Luffy cheered.

The other pirates began laughing and you furrowed my eyebrows as you turned to them.

"Why are they laughing?"

"Their captain is laying dead on the ground and yet they're still laughing? What's going on?" The redheaded girl asked.

"Fellas. What do you find so damn funny?" Zoro glared at the pirates, his back turned so he couldn't see Buggy rise up from the ground.

Your eyes went wide as Buggy stabbed him in the side, Zoro yelling out in pain.

"ZORO!" you and Luffy shouted in unison.

Buggy's severed hand pulled out the cutlass and returned to his wrist.

"The Chop Chop fruit. That's the name of the Devil Fruit that's given me my powers. I'm a Chop-Chop person, and now I can never be defeated by the sword!" Buggy maniacally laughed as he reconnected his torso with his legs.

You quickly whipped out your pistol from your holster and shot him in the foot to see if that would do anything.

His yell of pain gave you your answer.

"We can do guns if you want," you spat, grabbing your other one out of your other holster.

Your outfit was simple. A white tube top with a brown, burlap, miniskirt, a belt with a holster for your mace and pistols, and a gold anklet that hung loosely on your Greek sandaled feet.

"So he's a Chop Chop man? That's pretty freaky," Luffy deadpanned.

"So angry. I didn't hit any vital organs on your little boyfriend, but that's a serious wound he has there. So I'm guessing I am the winner! But now it's your turn, girl. Don't think I'll let you shooting me go without punishment," Buggy smirked, his henchmen cheering for him.

"I let my guard down. Stupid mistake," Zoro strained, slowly trying to get up.

"It was. Now, can you fight? I can't take on the crew and Bozo over here by myself," you asked him in a low voice, keeping your eyes on Clown Face.

"Stabbing him in the back was a cowardly move, you Big Nose!" Luffy shouted.

The entire crew went silent.

"What's that... you... said! Who's got a big nose?!" Buggy shouted, throwing a cutlass at Luffy.

"Luffy!" Zoro exclaimed.

But Straw Hat managed to catch it with his teeth.

"I'm gonna kick your ass as soon as I get out of this cage!" Luffy smiled, breaking the sword.

"You kick my ass? You've got a lot of nerve, kid. No, I'm afraid all four of you are going to die here today, by my own hand. So if you're going to do any ass kicking, you better do it soon," Buggy laughed.

"We're done for. It's all over," the redhead girl said sadly.

"I refuse to die! (y/n)! Get ready!" Luffy shouted, smiling.

"You better have a really good plan or else we're all dead!" you and Redhead shouted back in unison.

Suddenly, it clicked, and you smirked.

"I gotcha," you nodded in a low voice.

"Impudent girl! Time to die!" Buggy shouted, attacking you with all five of his swords.

You blocked every single one of his swipes, managing to bash his torso in half and then get behind him.

"I already told you I'm—Hey! Listen when I'm talking to you!" Buggy shouted once he realized you were running to the cannon, Zoro over your shoulder.

You placed him down in front of you before getting under the cannon and pushing up, straining to lift it.

"AGH!" you shouted, making your wings help push, flipping it over to face the other pirates.

Zoro's eyes went wide as he watched you, and the pirates' faces lit up in terror.

"Crap, the cannon's pointed at us! No!" Buggy exclaimed.

"Hurry! Light it!" You ordered the girl.

"Right!" She nodded.

"Wait! The cannon's still loaded with a special Buggy Ball! I don't wanna go out like this! Done in by my own balls!" Buggy shouted.

Redhead lit the fuse.

"I can't believe you just did that, yo ungrateful little girl! Wait! N-N-No! Stop! Stop it now!"

Buggy's rants were interrupted by the deafening boom of the cannon.

[sugoi-writes]

A Morningstar - Angel!Lucifer (Samael) x GN! Reader

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A/N- Some of my fluffiest works are written at 3AM when I'm at my lowest, YKNOW? So keep in mind this is loose, dialogue heavy, and just... Fluffy? Feel good, with bits of angst as well. This glosses over/ignores the canon, Lilith/Eve/Adam, I just... High key Angel Luci is so precious and just wanna treasure this mess of an Angel. This is just indulgent fluff dhdbdbs

(If you want to feel the sense of longing that Angel!Luci feels in this fic, listen to Wildflower by Billie Eilish-- it's SO heart wrenching to me, and perfectly captures the way Lucifer struggles with his feels-- Feels like it's a GOOD Canon!Luci song, too!) Dhdjdjsj ENJOY ❤️

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You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the rustling in the bushes, hands pausing mid preening,"...Samael?"

The angel from on high peeked from his hiding spot sheepishly, smile wide and betraying his mischievous mood," Did I scare you~?"

You laughed, soft and warm like the autumn breeze, shaking your head," No, I'm afraid not. But, I can pretend if you'd like~"

The angel's cheeks glowed with a golden hue as you laughed again, lips jutting out in a dramatic pout," Where's the fun in that?"

You pat the ground next to you, chuckling," C'mon now, Sammy. You know I'm just kidding~"

Like an animal offered fresh food, Samael flew to your side eagerly. His robes danced, billowing like a ball gown as he lowered himself to the ground, hands splayed in the grass beside you," I know~ Just like I know I'll get you... Someday~"

The two of you laughed as he began tickling you, heads thrown back from the strife. In all of your play fighting, Samael had always known your weak spots, exploiting them as you cackle uncontrollably. You find yourself falling backward until you land on the ground, patting Sam's leg to tap out. Ever the good sport, the angel lets you breathe, watching as your eyes flit to the stars above you.

Sam wasn't far behind you, allowing himself to fall in a similar fashion at your side. His head came so close to yours that his halo bathed your hair in a golden light, as if allowing you to borrow it. He turns his head towards you after a moment, smiling all the same during your brief silence," Hey-- Lift your head for a moment!"

You look back to him, brows raised questioningly. When he rolls his eyes and reassures," It'll be nice, I promise", you can't help but oblige. When you finally tilt your head up and off the ground, you startle when you feel the rustling from below. When you look, you could see one of Samael's many wings, waiting expectantly for you to lay back down. Once you do, you relax fully, eyes fluttering at how soft his feathers were. You were cushioned all around, between the wings and the tall, bright clover grass that you laid on, you felt at peace. You returned to looking at the stars above you, smiling blissfully.

"They're truly beautiful, you know. The stars, that is...," you sigh, absolutely enraptured with the sight. Sam hums beside you, nodding in agreement.

"They are... Could you imagine how long that would've taken for someone else? Each star, handcrafted and made to look more dazzling than the next... But they're like you... They don't live forever." Samael's expression fell for a moment, before that trademark smile returned," B-But that's okay! Lots of beautiful things don't last forever... And, if it were up to me... I'd want to be a star too."

"Really?" You ask, turning to look over at your angelic friend," A star? I honestly thought you would've said like... A bunny... Maybe a duck? I know they're your favorite..."

Sam snorts childishly as he's caught red-handed," It's true, it's true... Ducks are... well, adorable! Irrationally so. But... I don't know. There's just something so... Breathtaking about stars. How they hang so high in the sky, lighting the way... Shining, dazzling, and spreading joy... That's what I want to do. I want to spread joy. Make people smile..."

"You've made me smile plenty already~" you coo, making Samael laugh dreamily.

"True, true... But if I could do that all day, everyday... I would become a star in a heartbeat."

Samael reaches a hand towards the Heavens, smile wide and full of wonder," And, if anything were to ever happen to me? I'd just-- poof!"

"Poof?" You question, eyebrows wide with worry.

"Well, yeah! When stars die, they... Explode? Most of the time, anyway. They make these startling, beautiful colors and displays; like a final act, y'know? A big BANG!!! If I were to die... I'd like it to be like that, y'know?"

You sit up, scooting closer until you're snuggled against him, laying your head on the angel's chest. You feel him stiffen below you, breath shallow as you lay a hand just above where his heart should be. He was warm, impossibly so... radiating a heat that was as intense as it was comforting. You ran your fingers over his well-woven, pristine robes, eyes heavy as you mull over his words.

"I don't like thinking about you dying, Samael..." You say after a while, worry dripping from your voice," It... frightens me. To think something could to happen to you."

You feel shuffling beside you, until your body is enveloped by large, gentle wings, bringing you impossibly closer. He didn't let you lament against him for very long.

"Well, it's great thing I can't die... You know? I never will. Because God, well... He made us this way. And-- even though you can--"

"Will--" you corrected, smile faulting.

"Even so-- I'll be there when you do. And I'll be sure to scoop you up; nice and safe in my arms. Straight to the pearly gates!!!."

You look up to him, eyes serene and sentimental," You promise, Sam? You'll take care of me when I do?"

The golden-blooded angel can't help but look away, your natural beauty far too much for his fragile, foolish heart. A shy pinky finger is offered to you, which you take tendering in turn.

"O-Of course! Who better than me? I've carried you before, and I will again! Someday... But not too soon, I hope."

You laugh as the thought crosses your mind, your fit dying down into a content hum as you let the fuzzy, warm feeling fester.

" I wish I were a star, too...," you remark, hoping to change the subject back to the sky above you," They're so beautiful...," you finish dreamily, staring up at the wide, star-clustered sky.

"Hah-- Why would you want to be less beautiful than you are now?"

You blink, mind going blank as his words wash over you," Wh-What was that?"

"I-I mean-- uhh--" Sam stiffens again, laughing awkwardly as he looks away from you," I mean-- God made you in his own image, right? You know, humans are... Special. Because even with as many stars in the sky, each one of you-- all of you-- will be so different. So beautiful, in your own ways. Ways that angels can't be; will NEVER be. I just... don't understand how you would seek to be something less beautiful than you are now. You're... You have been--," Samael struggles, mind crossing with visions of the past, present, and possible future.

"You will be-- a-are... One of the most beautiful humans I've seen, to boot... So... That answer just surprises me, that's all..."

You sit up in that moment, looking to Samael with wide, curious eyes," You... Think I'm beautiful, Sam? More beautiful than a star?"

The angel, still stammering and flustered, can't help but nod," I... Is that... wrong? I-I don't know, I... Just always felt that way. Specifically about you, that is. God made you so... Perfect. I don't understand why you would want to change that. To be something so much more inferior to you…"

"But you-- you wanted to BE a star, Sam. Don't you think you're beautiful, too?" you ponder, leaning over him. Your hair framed his flustered face, making you feel much closer than you already were. The gold that festered in his cheeks made his hair look much paler in comparison.

"N-No! Well, not like you are-- uhh, humans are," Samael explained, the words feeling strange but true on his tongue.

" I... I don't view angels the same way I do stars. Nor like humans, we... we have finite purposes. Jobs assigned to us. We are to perform and do these things, serve the Lord, and a litany of other things... For forever. Meanwhile you-- you have free will! You will grow, live, experience things-- haha! There's sooo much you don't know, and yet: you'll still continue on. You get to live as you like. You'll get to choose what fulfills your life, and... It's just... it fascinates me. How different you can be. A life that is limited is much more enchanting and amazing than one that will never change or end. So, yes... If I were able to, I would become a star. Because at least then... I could be half as beautiful as you."

"And not a human...? You'd never wish to be a human?" You ask, soft as a whisper as the angel gazes up to you.

"N-No... No, I could never hope to be as beautiful as you. A-As uhh-- humans! So no, I'm-- I'd be content to be a star... Maybe one that lights the way, y'know?"

You feel your heart squeeze, almost fluttering with a feeling you've never experienced before. You feel... warm all over, head soft and unfocused as the first few beams of dawn begin to light up the sky. Just above your head, a cluster of morning stars blaze on, as if to create a crown just for you.

"Samael...?" You ask, smile chaste and honest as you stare down to the angel below you. Said angel feels his spine tingle, swallowing audibly,"Y-Y...yes? Yes, what is it?"

"Thank you. For sharing how you feel... And... For calling me beautiful. If it means all the same to you... I find you quite beautiful, too. Much more than a silly star in the sky~" You lean down, hesitating for a moment, before placing a kiss to the angel's pale cheeks. A flourish of color fills his face suddenly, mouth agape at the gesture. You hadn't realized how much more the words mattered when they came from you.

"I-I-I-- uhh-- Y-Yeah!!! Hahah, yeah, o-of course! Why-- ANYONE would agree! That you– YOU’RE beautiful, not me, haha! They-- they'd simply be lame, BLIND if they couldn't see your worth-- Y-Your beauty!"

You can't help but chuckle as you watch Sam unravel beneath you still, laying your head back down on his chest as you allow him to bristle and fidget below you. This gesture, to Sam's relief, spares him the butterflies he gets when he gazes into your eyes.

"Sam?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I mean it. Thank you. And... can we lay like this? Just a little longer?"

Samael's hands hesitate, but eventually wrap around you as you hum in approval," O-Of course... anything for you." After what felt like a few moments, Samael could hear the sounds of your breathing slow, heart beating just as leisurely as you drifted off into slumber. Sam didn't dare to move a muscle, watching as the stars melted away under the sun's intense gaze.

"...that's what I want to be... A star. A morning star,” Samael whispered to no one, eyes filled with a longing that has always been etched into his core.

Sam runs a hand hesitantly through your hair, sighing as he feels you nestle closer to him," ...a sign that the day is just beginning. A new start, a new cycle... Hope, joy… I want to be that. I want... I'd like to be that for someone. Heavens, I want something new... To be a part of something new."

Sam dares to look down to your sleeping form, feeling his chest tighten at the adorable sight before him. With one cheek smashed against his chest, you looked much like a small animal, getting cozy and comfortable before a long rest. He was oh-so tempted to touch your other cheek, to feel with his hands how soft they were…but he held himself back from such a tender, foreign gesture.

He exhales shakily, eyes falling closed," I wish... I could be a part of yours, y’know. More than I am now. I want to watch you shine…”

Samael can see visions of you dancing across his mind, visions of what you had to gain or lose by being his friend. And Heavens, even more, if he were so lucky. One vision appeared that always frightened him. Your visage distorted, with large, proud horns protruding from your head. The image made him shiver from the implications… Before his visions' hand reached for yours, kissing your demonic knuckles affectionately.

“...Because I know you'll be the brightest of them all."

[killishin]

SO IT'S A DATE

pairing : jason todd x reader

warning : anxiety , overthinking

category : fluff

author's note : this one is a bit long and im not really sure about this. the flowers i mentioned are just something i looked up because i wanted to choose those with certain meanings. in case of any mistake pls inform me , hope you like it :)

so it's today.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were impatiently running around your apartment making sure everything is proper, clean, neat and presentable even though you've been at it for like more than three hours.

You had been friends with Jason for over a year , it was unexpected but it just felt like ... it was meant to be. You didn't really believe much in destiny or fate , but there was just this warm feeling you felt that grew as time went on. Before you knew it , before you could even stop yourself, you had already fallen for him. hard.

But it was just you could never tell him , never show it to him. You were scared , would it ever work out? does he even like you that way?

You were half sure that he may have some feelings but your overthinking just quickly shuts it all down. So you never tried.

But it all changed yesterday.

" Hey let's have a movie night? I'd have a reason to watch something new and FINALLY someone to talk with about it."

you don't know why you said that , it was after you realised you invited him to your apartment, that you realised the weight of it. Him and you. You and him. In your apartment. That is mostly not really presentable.

" Hm , sounds good. But only if you let me cook." he said with a smirk.

hell he can cook.

" Oh? you can cook? you never told me that , i would make it out alive right?"

" Oh it's on. I'll make you beg me to come again and cook more."

" Ohhhh????? We'll see we'll see Mr. Ramsey. "

You laughed and smirked at him , sudden confidence in you that you regret just a second later.

" So movie , dinner ... It's a date then huh?" You teased with a wink. You swear you saw his ears go red as his eyes widened slightly. He was flustered for a moment before he leaned forward dangerously close and connected his forehead with yours.

" It's a date."

IT'S A DATE !!

it was about time and your heartbeat was starting to increase as your nervousness increase. Your palms start to sweat as you continuously look at the time and fix the pillows or the blankets or check the kitchen or fix yourself in the mirror.

' Oh god do i look good? would he like it? does everything look fin- '

The bell rings and all your worries come to a halt. You look at the bouquet of flowers that lay on the table. You had yourself chosen the flowers , red chrysanthemum , white carnations , babys breathe and pink camellia ; and arranged them in a bouquet.

Maybe someday he'll understand the meaning behind them.

You take the bouquet in your hands and take one last look in mirror before steadying yourself at the door. Taking a deep breathe you open the door , and there he was , his eyes slightly wide , his cute smile fading away as he notices you and stops at the bouquet in your hands.

And that's when you noticed , he had a bouquet too.

Both of you were shocked and flustered , blood rushing to both your cheeks as you both laugh awkwardly.

" Hey there." You said with an awkward smile and he laughed awkwardly while brushing his hair.

" You look beautiful , truly." He said softly and you could feel the immense warmth creeping up your neck.

" Were you always this cute?" You teased as you gestured him in.

He laughed as he started coming in your house.

" You just never noti- wOAH-"

He tripped over a entrance and before you could react , he slightly fell over you , one hand on your shoulder, the one that had the bouquet , and the other on the wall beside.

...And his lips on your cheek.

Both of you looked at each other with wide eyes , his ears fully red. He was so close at that moment that you could clearly see those beautiful eyes and the panic in them. Even the warmth he emitted at that moment made your heart do flips.

" Oh god im sorry- really sorry."

" No no no!! it's fine you okay?"

" yea- yeah er it didn't hurt."

He said as he immediately backed away and stood upright , looking anywhere but you , the awkwardness brimming to the top. But maybe it was how cute he looked while being awkward , that despite the heavy silence , you started cracking up.

He looked at you in disbelief as your laughter increased and turned uncontrollable making your stomach ache as you pointed at him.

" Y-your ears- so red-" you said in between your laugh and his brows furrowed as he instinctively covered his ears before he started cracking up too.

" You're such a dork."

" Oh i am??? you're the one who " accidentally" kissed my cheek! i mean if you wanted it so bad you could've just asked." You teased as you closed the door and ushered him in.

Just as you turned around , you let out a yelp as you noticed how close he was to you,intentionally.

He was slightly leaning as he gazed deep in your eyes with a small smirk dancing on his lips.

" So since you didn't immediately kill me , i take it you liked the kiss?"

You were speechless for a moment , the proximity too much to bear and his sudden flirtatious behaviour make your confidence really dwindle.

But who were you to ever back down?

" And what if i did?"

He raised his eyebrows in challenge , before leaning ahead and kissing your other cheek. Your breathe hitched as his lips lingered on your cheek , you could feel his breathe on your cheek , the warmth he emitted , your heart beating really fast but you didn't care if he heard it. How could you when you're busy processing what he's actually doing.

You wish he lingered longer , you wish you could kiss his cheek too, you wish to see his eyes and get some answers.

" Now are you sure if you did?"

"Uh- um- FLOWERS!"

You said as you shoved the bouquet between you , your brain had errored and this was the only response it could come up with.

He smiled and chuckled before taking it and giving you the one he brought. You smiled wide when you took them , the smell making you even more happy and less nervous.

He watched you as you happily keep it in a vase , his heart fluttering at the sight of a simple bouquet making you this happy. Then he looked down at the down you gave him. He couldn't explain the blast of feelings he felt everytime he'd look at it.

It brought the same wide smile on his face as you had.

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The evening went smoothly , Jason chose the movie and both of you watched it halfway when you whined that you were hungry. You gotta say he did have skills , he knew his way around cooking. And you were absolutely impressed by his cooking , continuously praising him while gobbling up the food. Even though he seemed pretty confident , he was quiet nervous when it was time for you to taste it. The confident yet sheepish smile that came on his face maybe made your food even more tasty.

You both sat on the couch as you started watching the television again.

" Oh god im full. I'm too full." You groaned causing him to laugh.

" Well you did hoard my portions too."

" Hey i didn't "hoard" anything.... you cooked for me didn't you?"

" Can't argue with that."

He said and a silence fell over you as you watched the movie. Your eyes glanced at the clock and you realised , your little date was gonna come to an end. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought. You just couldn't let it end with a movie.

Yeah , you can't just let it end like this.

" Hey you wanna go to the terrace? Let's walk sometime?"

" Right now?"

" Mhm"

He pondered for a moment before standing up and extending his hand to pick you up.

The Gotham's night sky didn't look as gloomy as it did usually , the silence wasn't heavy or awkward as you both stared at the sky and the horizon , standing close to each other.

You didn't know what to say , yet you wanted to talk to him. You looked over at him , his face lit up by the moonlight , his glazed eyes carrying certain heaviness in them as he stared ahead. If you could stare at him the whole night , you would. You wanted to caress those cheeks , feel how soft his hair was-

" -Y/N? Hey? you 'kay?" he asked worriedly as he turned towards you with a tilted head. Even though you'd usually be flustered at having being caught staring , but right now you didn't care.

You shook your head slightly and gave him a soft smile.

" I had a great time today. I loved it."

" Oh?? The food really was that good huh?" He teased and smirked at you.

" Wanna go on a second date?" You asked unfazed , with the same smile. Your heart beating really fast , being filled with uncertainty and anticipation.

His smirk ceased as he looked at you , realising how serious you are.

" A second d-date? the food was that goo-"

" No not the food, no , because i like you , you idiot." You said a bit impatiently , your smile ceased as you looked at him with all genuiness.

You took a deep breath and gestured toward his hand. " Can i?" you asked nervously and he put forward his hand. You held it with a smile and looked up at him.

" I know this is sudden , and I don't know if this is the right time or would it ever be i mean- uh- that- uh-" you started fumbling , your breathing started increasing as your confidence dwindled and you started looking elsewhere , as your hold on his hand weakened.

" Hey hey go on , it's fine alright? go on."

He whispered as he squeezed your hand and you looked up at him in surprise. His eyes had this certain emotion in it , like he knew , yet he wanted to hear it. He just can't wait.

You huffed out a smile and took another breathe before continuing.

" I.. I have liked you since a few months we met. I don't know when it happened, or how it did exactly, but i did and i found myself loving every moment with you , everything you did , everything you said , i loved..."

you caressed his cheek with your free hand , your thumb swiping over his cheekbones , the feel of it making you smile wider.

"... looking at this pretty face of yours at every chance i got. But i just couldn't ever risk it. Maybe it was too soon or not the right time or the uncertainty if you even felt the same way. "

You pulled his cheeks and smiled even wider and maybe that made him more happier than you for he smiled even wider than you , his eyes filled with joy and happiness.

That was enough confirmation you needed.

" But i like you , a fuck lot. I wanna hold you , talk to you and.... call you mine?"

" Can i kiss you?"

You grinned wide as you kissed him as impatiently as he asked you to. He caressed your cheek with one hand and the other travelled to your waist and pulled you close. He smiled against your lips and parted with a peck.

" You can't believe how lucky i feel right now." He whispered , his thumb wiping your bottom lip.

" I can't believe i actually confessed."

" It's all thanks to my food. Thank me."

" Oh please... "

" .... Seriously what did you put in the food?"

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[savagewildnerness]

For Nicolas’ & Lestat’s first meeting

“But there was one startling young man among them I didn't recognize immediately.

He was my age perhaps, and quite tall, and when our eyes met I remembered who he was. Nicolas de Lenfent, eldest son of the draper, who had been sent to school in Paris.

He was a vision now.

Dressed in a splendid brocade coat of rose and gold, he wore slippers with gold heels, and layers of Italian lace at his collar. Only his hair was what it used to be, dark and very curly, and boyish looking for some reason though it was tied back with a fine bit of silk ribbon.

Parisian fashion, all this -- the sort that passed as fast as it could through the local post house.

And here I was to meet him in threadbare wool and scuffed leather boots and yellowed lace that had been seventeen times mended.

We bowed to each other, as he was apparently the spokesman for the town, and then he unwrapped from its modest covering of black serge a great red velvet cloak lined in fur. Gorgeous thing. His eyes were positively shining when he looked at me. You would have thought he was looking at a sovereign.

"Monsieur, we beg you to accept this," he said very sincerely. "The forest fur of the wolves has been used to line it and we thought it would stand you well in the winter, this fur lined cloak, when you ride out to hunt."

"And these too, Monsieur," said his father, producing a finely sewn pair of fur-lined boots in black suede. "For the hunt, Monsieur," he said.

I was a little overcome. They meant these gestures in the kindest way, these men who had the sort of wealth I only dreamed of, and they paid me respect as the aristocrat.

I took the cloak and the boots. I thanked them as effusively as I'd ever thanked anybody for anything.

And behind me, I heard my brother Augustin say:

"Now he will really be impossible!"

I felt my face color. Outrageous that he should say this in the presence of these men, but when I glanced to Nicolas de Lenfent I saw the most affectionate expression on his face.

"I too am impossible, Monsieur," he whispered as I gave him the parting kiss. "Someday, will you let me come to talk to you and tell me how you killed them all? Only the impossible can do the impossible."

None of the merchants ever spoke to me like that. We were boys again for a moment. And I laughed out loud. His father was disconcerted. My brothers stopped whispering, but Nicolas de Lenfent kept smiling with a Parisian's composure.”

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hello! I'd like to request Eula, Hu Tao, and Rosaria's s/o getting super shy/flustered about asking to hold their hand

Even tho its super cheesey i have an absolute soft spot for the trope or whatever you call that tbh

I can't believe this is what I'm using my education for...

Eula and Hu Tao with a reader that get's shy when asking to hold their hand

Characters: Hu Tao / Eula x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none

a/n: I have to admit that I have absolutely no idea how to write for Rosaria. I came up with something, but it would have literally been something like 2 sentences. So I'm really sorry.

I'm just happy that I got to write for my two favourite's again. it's been so long

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Hu Tao 

Hu Tao never had, isn’t currently in the possession of, and never will grow a sense of shame, so while that meant that getting her to be embarrassed by something she did was almost an impossibility, it didn’t need a genius detective to notice that the people she surrounded herself with, with the exception of Zhongli and Xingqiu, although she was sure she’d get to him someday, didn’t exactly fit the same criteria.

So while her heart did skip a beat whenever you asked her anything that made your face turn red, she couldn’t help but use the chance to get a bit of fun out of your nervousness.

You should have known that no good was going to come out of agreeing to Hu Tao’s request to go somewhere together, but your stupid brain couldn’t help but accept when she asked, too excited when she took the word “date” in her mouth.

Unluckily for you however, the funeral parlor’s director’s definition of a date was taking a trip to wuwang hill and hunting for any lost souls.

“I… don’t know if it's such a good idea to go there. It seems pretty dark”, you voiced your concerns upon seeing where she was going to take you, only for Hu Tao to turn around quickly enough for you to nearly get a heart attack when you were suddenly greeted with her face mere inches away from yours, and summoning her weapon before triumphantly showing it off.

“If it’s too dark for you, I can light my weapon. We might start a small wildfire, but it’s not like the ghosts will care too much”, she suggested with her typical smile, making sure to pronounce the word “ghosts” in as unsettling of a voice she could muster.

It didn’t do much, but coupled with the already sinistre energy the hills gave off and the small, transparent children you could swear you saw running around from the corner of your eyes, only for them to vanish once you took a closer look, made the king of all shivers run down your spine.

“...or”, she began talking once again, causing you to look up at her, anticipating her next words, “you could hold my hand if you’re scared.”

It didn’t take you long to shake your head and stutter out a responce as your face turned hot, only for Hu Tao to laugh and turn back around, ready to lead you farther into the forest. Or at least she would have, if the sound of something stepping on a branch behind a nearby bush hadn’t caused you to nearly fall over dead. And while she wouldn’t complain about receiving a new customer, business could wait for a little longer.

“Y- you know what? I- is the offer still available?”, you asked slowly, the shame and nervousness openly displayed in your voice, as you looked to the ground, too scared of what you might see if you looked up at her..

“Sure, if you buy a casket from me? They’re surprisingly affordable… most of them at least”, Hu Tao joked, only to shut up for a second when she realized you were too occupied with fearing for your life to notice her genius joke.

In one quick motion, she grabbed your hand before moving to your side so the two of you stood shoulder to shoulder, before suddenly intertwining her fingers with yours.

“But since it’s you this should suffice.”

And while you spent the rest of the trip too embarrassed and deafened by the internal screaming to feel frightened by the dark hills that made you nervous from just thinking about them not long ago, Hu Tao happily skipped by your side while humming her favorite tunes.

Eula

Eula, being born and raised as an aristocrat, had been taught how to do anything with elegance and dignity, from chuckling, to getting out of what would otherwise become an awkward scene. All of which was to say that something like holding another person’s hand was no problem to her either, having to have done so at many balls and other events in her past. So as long as you remained at least somewhat calm when asking to hold her hand, it should be no problem at all.

…so why was asking this difficult?

With every minute that your date drew nearer to a close, you became less and less talkative, eventually coming to a point where you silently sat and ate your food while remaining completely silent. If it hadn’t been for the hundreds of quick glances you took at her, only to immediately look back down when your eyes crossed, Eula would have simply assumed you were getting tired. It was pretty late after all and as she knew you, you’d probably spent most of last night awake, overthinking what you would do the next day. But now, she couldn’t help but worry about other motives.

Was there something on her face? Eula quickly wiped the corners of her mouth with ner napkin, trying to play it off as casual as possible.

There it was again! You were still glancing at her, somehow seeming even more nervous than before. If it wasn’t any food, what was it? Was there someone behind her you didn’t exactly have fond memories of? Would it be weird to take a look? Or was it her after all that caused you to act this way? Did she say something hurtful before? No wait, did you take her joke too literally? Maybe she should work on her communication skills after all?

“caniholdyourhand?”, the words shot out of your mouth, as you nervously looked around, your cheeks having turned a deep shade of red.

“What?” Eula asked, more in confusion than in anything else. Was this what you were acting all nervous about? A part of her felt relief wash over her, and yet your shyness began rubbing off on her more than she’d like.

“Can I- you know… uhm. Hold your hand?”, you asked once again, a lot slower this time but in turn much more quiet than before.

Before long, Eula reached out her hand for yours before grabbing it. There was no need to act all shy about something like hand holding, afterall, especially for an aristocrat like her. But then again, you had never been too confident about things like this, so she might as well give you a hand and help you out a bit.

Or so she’d like to, if her face wasn’t in the process of matching yours in the color department.

…Why was this so much more difficult with you?

[ladystarksneedle]

Running for the hills

Aemond x niece reader

A/N: For @hotd-bigbang

Prompt: Fire | Furs | Forest (December 4th)

This can be read in continuation to "A fool for you" or as a standalone too.

Word count: 1k

Dividers by @saradika

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The stench of charred flesh wafts up to her nose, covered in soot, as she recoils in disgust. There are flames all around her, licking at the dense forests below, smoke hissing through the steaming waters of the Riverlands as she soars above. Dragons of red and brown circle each other in agitation as they continue forwards, frustration coursing through them all, over yet another day of failure. She knows the outcome of their defeat when they return. Daemon will retire with his young mistress to conquer yet another night while she's left alone to stew with her thoughts, wallowing in misery. She had promised her mother so much before she left, vowing to keep an eye on him, praying to be given leave to be of use to their war. She feels the familiar ache of emptiness in her chest as they descend, the orange of the horizon mocking her in its wake. Naerax roars in discontent as she pats her goodbye, knowing her cries at night shall keep them both company. She can sense him near, like a shadow still clinging to her, a shroud of the past they both share. His betrayal stings even more with the blood on his hands and she wishes nothing more than to stain hers with his own.

The castle before them looms in white stone, a stark contrast to the ash they're covered in as they trek back together. She sees them bump their shoulders as they walk ahead with her jumping up to reach his height as he chuckles, lingering behind to give them space.

“I do not wish to lose you” her mother had said when she'd requested to be sent for the task at hand.

“I want to make you proud, kostilus muña” (please mother)

“It isn't safe and with what happened with-” She doesn't need to finish before she moves to hold her hands. They feel cold to touch, clammy with the burden of gold on her head.

“I'd be with Daemon. Besides there'll be three of us, Vhagar won't stand a chance” she assured her, unable to utter his name.

“Why do you wish to do this?” her mother had asked in resignation.

“This war is mine to end. He needs to pay for what he's done"

The words left unsaid linger on, as she looks back at the sky, "to me" haunts her still.

She hears their laughter at dinner, sees the girl her age flick a few grapes off her plate, teasing the man before her jovially. The word father rings in her head, rotten as it has always felt. The burden of not knowing who to address by the title and learning it was actually someone she came to love far too late, dawns on her as they continue, oblivious to her sulking. The man before her is her father in name, more farcial than the ones preceding him, yet loved by her mother the most. She remembers their wedding, how the wind howled as they spoke their vows and spilt their blood for each other. She had watched in awe and fear wishing for it to be her someday with the boy she yearned for having already spilt his the night before. Perhaps their fate was always sealed in blood, meant to be mourned rather than delighted in.

The years following the incident passed in anticipation and doubt. She felt it creep into her being as she learnt and flew, pushing herself to be her very best, thinking of him doing the same across the bay. She willed herself to sleep each night, praying to see him again if only to say she was sorry. She wondered if he thought of her just as she did of him.

Her nights now feel just as futile, mind racing as the bed above her chambers creaks and groans rhythmically, her words of promise to her queen one with the wind.

She's haunted by new ones at dawn with a scroll arriving, detailing his activities. He seems to have taken a bedmate, a witch they call her, bewitching and insidious, who can cast spells and control flames. Daemon laughs with mirth as he dismisses the maester “Let him have his fun, he'll not evade us for long”

The pit of dread in her belly deepens as he crumples the scroll in his hands. For once the girl ahead of her shares her apprehension.

Their scouring lessens for a while, with her choosing to go out on her own. It doesn't take much to convince her guardian who waves her off with a flick of his wrist. “Do not stray too far, zaldrītsos. I'll know if you do” he warns her as she takes off with the rising sun. It bathes her in its warmth as she tries to hide from the heat below fueling her need for blood. She feels the need to see him again, to see his eye before she plunges her dagger in his heart and feels his essence on her fingers. “Look at what you've done to me” she screams as she flies, the word “why” echoing through the dark clouds as she weeps.

“What are you reading?” she quipped secretly watching him from behind the bookshelves.

She remembers him hastily shutting his tome as he scrambled to get away, the furs around him pooling at his feet, a gift from a northern lord as a token for his siblings’ wedding.

“Go back to the feast. You don't belong here” he had said as he left, shutting the door to her broken heart.

The black ahead clogs her mind as she flies through it, descending near a clearing shrouded in smoke. Naerax roars in warning, restless as she tries to soothe her before a flash of blue strikes her eye. Near a rivulet, glinting through the haze she sees the figure of her dreams take shape, her lips sealing with horror as he comes to life.

“Byka nūmio, how fitting to have found you by the water” he croons. “I've been waiting for you” (little pearl)

The ground around her feels soft as she remembers the furs in her chambers at last, tucked away with the forgotten tome bearing his mark.

“I could never forget you”

Taglist: @witheredoffherwitch @arcielee @chompchompluke @barbieaemond @watercolorskyy

[thesilliestangel4ever]

Are requests open? If they are then can there be jamil x male reader bromance? Like they are most definitely in love but they're both in denial. They act like they're already married but they swear that they're just friends. Thankyou.

" Nothing more than friends. " Everyone around you thinks you and Jamil are dating, yet you keep convincing them you aren't and avoiding your true feelings.

Includes: Jamil Viper

Warnings: Male reader,

|| Fem aligned dni

Jamil Viper ♡

You and Jamil are likely in the same class, and probably come from a similar background. (Similar in a way that you probably live in somebody's shadow, I'd assume)

I think that you'd meet him through a group project, or maybe even if you were to join the basketball club. It doesn't really matter, because as soon as you two started interacting you were like two peas in a pod.

Jamil likes to cook with you, and of you're no good at cooking then theres no need to fret! He'll teach you!

You guys like to do household chores together-- saying that it helps 'pass the time', when really you just enjoy each others presence. This makes people question your guys' relationship.

You're both in the basketball club together, and a lot of the time he asks you to practice one-on-one. (I don't know anything about basketball)

As your relationship grows, the more confusing it gets. People don't understand how you're not married yet-- because you act like you are! Especially when you both bring food you made specifically for the other, and saying that "I want you to taste test it, I trust your judgement," or whatever.

You've also started to spoon-feed each other sometimes. It's very cute, but everytime you do it someone always says; "Awww, you two are so cute together!" To which you'd both frantically respond with a "We're just friends!" But why does it sting each time you say that..?

But something feels different to you, because everytime you see him you feel all fuzzy and warm inside, and you just want to be around him all the time. You feel rather somber when he's not around, too.

You've also noticed that he's been acting rather strange lately, too. Everytime you look at him, he quickly averts your eyes- as if he'd been staring at you. You'd also see a bit of red dusted on his cheek, but maybe you were just seeing things? I mean, you were just friends. But do friends look at each other the way Jamil looks at you?

You and Jamil are working on something in the kitchen. He had asked you to help him, since Kalim wanted to throw a banquet again. Of course, you agreed, you couldn't allow your best friend to suffer.

As Jamil worked, you looked at him. '...would he like me?' before realizing that the water is boiling over. Thankfully, he didn't notice you staring at him. But you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about what it would be like to date him. You nearly smack yourself in the head for thinking such things. Not only are you best friends, but you're also both guys! I mean, what if he's straight? Of course there's no way of knowing unless you ask.

But for now, you'll bask in the platonic friendship you have, but maybe- someday, someday soon, you'll be something more than a friend to Jamil. You can only wonder when that day will come, where he'll be yours.

So sorry! This is messy and a tiny bit rushed! But I love this concept!

Read my rules before requesting, please .