#This nice thing shouldn't be dirtied by Dream's name

[luminescentlama]

I say

we change Dream SMP to Tommy SMP

[mymindcreatedthis]

There’s so much! 18+

Reader x Jenni Hermoso

Word count: 3.5k

Warning: smut, Unprotected sex, Creampies, blow job, throat pie, dirty talk, Jenni begging for readers dick, hair pulling, spanking, R doming Jenni, Jenni receiving, pussy slapping, clit teasing, squirting. Positions: Missonary, Doggy, Reverse Cowgirl.

*Y/n's Pov*

It was Saturday the first week of camp. Jenni and I roommates this camp, all the girls have been super welcoming and nice to me. I toss and turn, tomorrow we had our first training session and I was nervous.

I couldn't sleep I kept tossing and turning. I sigh and give up on sleeping, I turn and look at the time.

6:30 am

I groan, I get out of bed. Jenni was still sleeping. I smile, she looked so peaceful while sleeping. I put on my gym shoes, I grab my phone, headphones and keycard and quietly leave the room and go down to the gym.

I put my headphones on, I jump on the treadmill. I turn on music and start jogging on the treadmill. I do 45 minutes on the treadmill and then switch over to weight lifting.

I start bench pressing, next thing I know Alexia is standing above me and spotting me as I bench press.

She smiles, she takes off my headphones. "Hey love. Shouldn't be bench pressing without a spotter. What's up?"

"Hey Alexia. Couldn't sleep." I say.

"Everything okay?" Alexia asks concerned.

"Nerves." I say.

Alexia helps me wrack the weight. She sits on my lap, me and her are best friends and she helped me get here on the team I owe her my life.

"What's wrong love?" She asks.

"We haven't done training yet. I'm really nervous about the training tomorrow." I confess.

"Hey hey." Alexia makes me look at her. "You are an amazing player, you are gifted and talented. I knew what I was doing when I told coach about you." Alexia says.

I smile and nod. "And I can't thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me Y/n. You're my best friend, I'd do anything for you. I'll take care of you." Alexia says.

I smile. "I know you will."

"Finish working out and go back to your room. Jenni is worried about you, she was texting me when she didn't find you when she woke up." Alexia says.

I nod. "What time is it?"

"8:15." Alexia says.

She gets off my lap. She kisses my head and leaves the room. I finish working out and then head back up to mine and Jenni's room.

I unlock the door and go in. I close the door behind me and lock it, I turn and smirk and when I see Jenni asleep and touching herself.

I smirk when I hear her moan my name. I take off my shoes, I set my phone, headphones and keycard off to the side. I get an idea, I take off my shorts and boxers and toss them off to the side.

I take off my shirt and sports bra and litter them on the ground next to the bed. I join Jenni in her bed and lay between her legs.

I slide her panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss and suck on her thighs leaving hickys. Jenni moans as I do this and pushes my head to where she needs me the most.

I lick her folds. Jenni gasps and moans. "Mmm fuck."

I spit on her pussy, I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I begin to eat her out. Jenni moans and roughly massages her boobs as I eat her out.

*Jenni's pov*

I moan in pleasure when I feel someone eating me out, I'm shocked when I see Y/n naked laying in between my legs and eating me out.

"Y-Y/n w-what are you doing?" I moan.

Y/n fingers me. "Mmm helping you out baby. You were having a wet dream and touching yourself when I came back."

I blush darkly. I bite my lip and moan, I run my fingers through her hair. I hold eye contact with her as she goes to town on my pussy, I moan as she slips in a second finger and fingers me faster.

"Mmm fuck Y/n right there" I moan.

I grip the sheets and grind against her face and fingers desperately for a release. I gasp and moan as she sucks harshly on my clit, she curls her fingers and fingers me faster.

I moan loudly in pleasure. I rest my legs on her shoulders and wrap my thighs around her head. Y/n locks eyes with me as she continues to eat me out. My chest rises and falls rapidly, my stomach begins to clench and flex at each movement of her tongue.

"Shit, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Y/n continues to go to town on my pussy and fingering me faster as she eats me out. I grind against her face and fingers, the urge to cum was getting stronger. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck.... Y/n fuck just like that!" I shout in pleasure.

Y/n Continues to eat me out. She slips in a third finger, and continues to finger me. Fuck I don't think I'll last much longer. This felt amazing I was gonna Cum and it's only been 10 minutes.

I can't take it anymore. I shout her name and break eye contact with her, I Throw my head back. My mouth hangs open I grip the sheets with one fist and hold her hair tight with my other fist. I moan and let go and cum all over her face, in her mouth, on her fingers.

Y/n helps me ride out my high, she licks and cleans up my sticky mess. She slowly pulls her fingers out of me, I moan as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers.

"Mmm tasty." She says.

I blush darkly. "Fuck you really know how to eat pussy."

Y/n giggles and cutely shrugs. "I didn't know what you were into so I was just sorta winging it."

I smile, I pull her up towards me and kiss her deeply. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Fuck she wasn't lying I do taste amazing.

I blush darkly and bite my lip as I feel her tip rub and tease my folds. "Mmm just put it in me."

"Are you sure babe? I don't have a condom." Y/n says.

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm on a pill baby." I say.

She lays me down in missionary, I smile as she hovers over me. "Mmm I can get use to you being below me." I smile and shake my head and kiss her.

"Shut up you dork." I giggle.

"You're so beautiful baby girl." Y/n says.

I smile. "So are you." I smile, and look back at her and get lost in her beautiful blue eyes. Y/n was drop dead gorgeous she had sexy tattoos, beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. Not gonna lie she was 100% my type.

*Y/n's pov*

I smile, I run my dick through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan in pleasure, her walls clench around my dick.

"Mm fuck babe you're so wet and tight." I moan.

"Shit you feel huge inside me." Jenni moans.

I wrap my arms around her, I hover over her as I slowly thrust in and out of her. Jenni moans, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer and holds me against her.

This makes me go deeper inside her, we both moan. "F-Fuck babe you're really deep in there."

"I'm gonna pump my cum deep inside you." I moan.

I pick up the pace and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Yea daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder. Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck it feels so good." I moan, I go faster and harder.

"Mmm I feel so full with you inside me." Jenni moans.

Jenni lays there moaning loudly in pleasure, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Fuck I don't think I can't pull out in time.

"Where do you want me to cum love?" I ask.

"Don't pull out, cum inside me." Jenni moans.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask.

"Yes I'm sure." She says moaning.

I moan and go faster than before. Jenni moans loudly she wraps her arms around me.

"F-Fuck." Jenni moans loudly in pleasure.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out." I tease her as I pound her pussy a bit faster and harder.

"Fuck yes, daddy I love it so much." Jenni moans with each thrust.

I go at an angle and start to hit her g spot, Jenni screams in pleasure. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down and kisses me.

We both moan in the kiss as I pound her g spot at an angle. Jenni moans and rests her head against mine.

"Fuck I'm gonna squirt." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot faster and harder. Our moans filling the room as my balls slap against her skin.

"Ahh I'm close." I moan.

Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts all over my abs, my dick and all over the bed. I pick up the pace and go faster and harder.

"Fuck I'm close daddy, I'm gonna cum." Jenni moans.

"Me too." I moan.

"Yes daddy, pump me full of your cum." Jenni moans.

I moan and go faster and harder than before. Me and Jenni moaning loudly in pleasure, I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan in pleasure as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Jenni ride out her high. Once me and Jenni come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her.

Cum oozes out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto the bed. I smile, I lean and kiss her deeply.

"Fuck that was amazing." Jenni moans.

I giggle, I smirk and get an idea I move Jenni to the middle of the bed and put her in doggy position. Jenni giggles and shakes her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Jenni moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Jenni moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Jenni squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Jenni moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Jenni moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Jenni giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Jenni moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Jenni moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Jenni throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Jenni baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Jenni moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Jenni screams in pleasure and squirts again. Jenni squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Jenni goes faster and faster.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Jenni moans.

I smirk, I help Jenni ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Jenni moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. I spread her ass cheeks and lick some of my cum up as it oozes out of her pussy.

Jenni moans as I do this, I squeeze her ass cheeks a bit rougher as I continue to lick my oozing cum off her folds. “Gah fuck Y/n.”

I wrap my arms around her and pull her back with me, I lay her on top of me, her back against my tits. I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she’s now in reverse cowgirl.

Jenni moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. “Mmm fuck.” She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

“Put it back in. Put it back in daddy.” Jenni cutely begs.

“Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy’s dick back inside you?” I ask teasing her.

“Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I’m such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more.” Jenni says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Jenni moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Jenni moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

“Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that.” Jenni moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

“Fuck baby you’re so tight and warm.” I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Jenni screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other’s. “Feels so good. Don’t you dare fucking stop, don’t you dare stop. we aren’t stopping until you give me every last drop of cum.”

I smirk. “Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl.”

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” Jenni screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Jenni moans and shudders as I do this, Jenni moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.” I moan.

“Me too. Don’t stop don’t stop.” Jenni moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Jenni know that I was close to cumming.

“Yes cum in me, cum in me.” Jenni moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #3:

I can’t take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Jenni moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Jenni. I help Jenni ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

“Mmm fuck there’s so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me.” Jenni moans.

I smirk. “Good, hehe I stuffed you full.” I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Jenni moans and shudders as I do this. “Daddy?”

I smirk at her nickname for me. “Yeah baby?”

“Can I give you head and then we can shower together?” Jenni asks.

I nod, and smile. “Mmm yes please.”

Jenni giggles. She gets off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed, I giggle as she does this. I bite my lip and watch as she gets on her knees and kneels between my legs.

I smirk and tap Jenni’s cheek with my dick. Jenni smile and giggles as I do this. Jenni wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

“Mmm fuck.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and locks eyes with me as she strokes my dick a bit faster. “Feel good baby?”

“Mmm feels so good.” I moan.

Jenni giggles and continues to stroke my dick. Once I’m hard, Jenni takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Jenni slowly bobs her head. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

I moan and Lean back on my elbows. Jenni places her hands on my thighs steadying herself and bobs her head faster.

“Fuck Jenni, right there.” I moan in pleasure.

I run my fingers through her hair and lock eyes with her as she sucks the soul out of my dick. She hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

I moan, I bite my lip. Fucking hell who knew that Jenni Hermoso was a pro at sucking dick.

“Mmm fuck Jenni. Right there just like that.” I moan in pleasure.

Jenni hums against my dick, she places her hands on my thighs steadying herself as she bobs her head faster.

I moan in pleasure. After 5 more minutes I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls. “J-Jenni baby I’m close.”

Jenni massages my balls, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throatpie:

I can’t take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Jenni chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Jenni swallows my load and sucks me dry.

Jenni gets every last drop of cum, my dick falls from her mouth. Jenni smiles, some of my cum drips down her chin as she opens her mouth and shows me a mouth full of cum.

I smile and gently rub her chin. “Swallow my cum.”

Jenni smiles and swallows my load. “Mmm you cum buckets baby.”

Jenni gets up she stands between my legs. I smile and sit up and kiss her, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips. Jenni smiles, she grabs my hand and pulls me up.

She giggles, she grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom. “Hurry up baby. Might get lucky and get another round in.” Jenni says.

I smile and squeeze her ass as we walk into the bathroom. Jenni giggles and moans. We turn on the shower and get in, let’s just say we went another round in the shower.

We were definitely gonna get questioned by the team later at dinner but fuck it. It was totally worth it.

[dufferpuffer]

Tom Riddles orphanage is interesting.

1920s/1930s The idea of not putting children to work was quite new. In fact there were still Workhouses until 1948.

Victorian's commonly thought that people were only poor because they are lazy, plus the well-blossoming ideas of eugenics meant poor people were probably just worse genetically. It was 'Christian values' to at least dress and feed poor children, but if you were too supportive of them they would only grow up to continue to be lazy, probably like their stupid poor lazy parents. They will go off and join the workforce at 14, so you shouldn't coddle them too early or else you'll spoil them.

Most orphanages were set up and funded by whichever rich fuck wanted to boast about how many little kids they 'help'. Some really were trying to help - but yknow... eugh. Rich people. Nothing was particularly regulated and abuse against children was accepted and even encouraged.

Plus its fresh after The Great War, poor street kids fending for themselves were hardly rare, infant mortality was high... Lots of kids and not much demand for them. If they could hurry up and grow up to join the workforce... that would be swell.

Experience of the common orphan in a common orphanage: + Crowded eating halls where they usually didn't eat well. + Beds lining the walls, no privacy, everyone in the same room. + No individuality - kids often forgot their own birthdays or names... adults rarely use them, there's too many kids to remember and they keep dying and shit, honestly who cares - if they get adopted maybe they'll be renamed anyway + Education was often light, just the basics + Sometimes they were also put to a little work beyond their own laundry and cleaning etc. + Sundays they get dressed up, cleaned up - to try and get them adopted. Trot them out like little show ponies to try and tempt some rich person. ''They aren't dirty street shits, they're nice and handsome little children who won't embarrass you.'' + In many places child abuse was just... awful. Being made to eat their own vomit, pushed down stairs, locked into rooms and forgotten about, straight up being murdered by their caretakers... if you can imagine it, it probably happened.

...Why do I say all this? Because barely any of that seems to apply to Tom's experience. That doesn't mean his Orphanage was a nice place for him to grow up... but my god, it sounds like a DREAM compared to the norm-!!!

+ Tom Riddle... had his own fucking bedroom. WOAH. + Privacy. Access to books to read. He could READ. + His own WARDROBE, where he could KEEP HIS OWN THINGS. + It's assumed other children could ALSO keep their own things, as he had stolen their stuff - and some even had PETS??? + No real sign that he is put to any grueling work. + He was calm and impolite in his own room - he isn't terrified to talk back to adults. + Though it did anger and scare him, experts were being brought in to try and evaluate his health. + He looked well. Well fed, healthy, clean, normal.

Mrs. Cole the Matron - though she says judgemental things she says and the mention of 'whacking on the nose with a rusty poker' (which I assume is basic physical abuse...?) - seems shockingly involved with the children. She knows their names, their preferences, their backstories... and despite the orphanage being poor, they take the children on a holiday every year. Even Harry thought she seemed alright.

It is BONKERS how nice it is at Wool's Orphanage. That is an intentional writing decision. They author is British, she knows basic recent British history - the 'suffering orphan' is baked into her very bones as a concept.

He COULD have been depicted as: + Just one dirty face in a room of many beds, many children, that Albus had to weave through to take him somewhere private and tell him he was different from them, he was special. + Keep the smaller rooms - but he has to share with five or so other boys... who have all moved their beds as far from his as possible. + He could have only barely even remembered his own name - there's nobody who cares to call him it anyway, so he dislikes it. + A "Yes Sir, Sorry Sir, Of course Sir" little boy - who then breaks out in joy over going to Hogwarts + ...just straight up could have been in a workhouse.

It wouldn't be far-fetched for it to be described like Oliver Twist (set in 1830s, but there was actually higher child mortality in 1930s) Or more of an Annie situation (set 1930s New York - probably better conditions than 1930s England) The Author has never shied away from displaying child suffering before. Just look at Snape and Harry... and even Neville! Yet Tom Riddle very much has an air of being the Top Rooster. + Even the adults don't know what to do with him. + He is rather comfortable as long as doctors aren't being brought in. + He has gone out of his way to MAKE that comfort for himself, through enforcing a harsh pecking order amongst the other kids. + He is, especially for the time, a bit of a brat. Talks back, snappy, sneering and scoffing, talks over adults, snatches...

That's not unreasonable of him, by the way. He IS treated unfairly due to his powers, he is a poor orphan in a world with an abundance of poor orphans... and he's just a little boy. Of course he acts out.

But he could have been made more sympathetic - and more believable, honestly - with only a slightly more harrowing depiction of his living situation than simply 'a little shabby - and the over stressed but tries-to-care Matron likes a drop of Gin.' Instead he is living better than most of the lower class.

Which to me can only mean he isn't supposed to come across as too sympathetic. He isn't a suffering orphan, he isn't miserable, he isn't abused (too badly), he isn't lonely, he isn't any of the things Harry was... despite being in a similar situation, at first glance. He is still sympathetic. Harry and Albus both thought so. But the reader isn't supposed to see his childhood as terrible. Just sub-par. We are happy he gets a chance at life at Hogwarts... ...but aren't thinking 'Oh man, of course he murdered people, he has had such a harrowing life' Snapes life was worse. Harry's life was worse. Neither of them kill.

[aishangotome]

Alfons Sylvatica: Chapter 16

Chapter 15

♡———♡

Roger: You don't learn, do you, lil lady? Even after being hurt by that wicked man.

Roger's face was so close, I could feel his breath on me...

Roger is a nice man, and if I had met him at a bar without knowing anything, I probably would have been excited by his slightly forceful invitation.

(But...)

Kate: I'm not really in the mood for jokes right now...

Kate: Besides, shouldn't you be choosing who you want to be with?

Roger gives a wry smile and removes his hand from my shoulder.

Roger: I do choose, but I'd welcome a woman like you.

(Maybe he came to cheer me up.)

My heart, which had been losing its warmth, feels a little warmer.

(Speaking of which...)

Kate: ...Roger, you're researching curses, right?

Roger: Yeah, but...

Kate: Could you tell me about Alfons' fate...?

I ask the question I had been thinking about until just before Roger came. He shrugs theatrically.

Roger: If he knew I told you, he'd hate me even more.

Kate: I won't tell Alfons that I heard it from you.

Roger: He'd figure it out even if you didn't.

Roger: Well, he can't hate me any more than he already does, so I don't care.

(Come to think of it...)

I had felt a little uncomfortable with Alfons' attitude towards Roger.

---CHOICES---

You two have known each other for a long time

Do he dislike you?

Who is older?

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Kate: Does Alfons dislike you?

Roger: Haha, straight to the point. Well, the answer is YES.

Roger: ...It's because I was the one who casually told him about his "fate."

Roger: I twisted his already twisted life even further.

(What...?)

Roger: Do you want to hear it?

(If I hear it...)

What Roger is about to tell me is something Alfons would never let me know.

(...What am I going to do with knowing more about him?)

(It'll only make it harder to forget him.)

I bite my lip.

(But still...)

I want to grasp even a tiny bit of his mirage-like reality.

Kate: ...Please tell me.

-

**Alfons' Past**

There are no dreams or illusions here.

There is only the inescapable "truth"...

The gray-eyed boy was an orphan from the East End.

From the time he could remember, he had been forced to do hard labor at the orphanage.

The environment was harsh, and even the slightest mistake was met with corporal punishment.

However, he had a special skill.

He knew how to escape the hunger, pain, and suffering of reality by dreaming.

"This isn't me," he would say, looking at his reflection in the dirty water.

Then, his consciousness would dissociate, and he could endure corporal punishment without feeling anything.

Many children died.

...I can't even remember their names anymore. I'm sure I'll die like that too.

Even so, there was one thing he cherished.

Gray-eyed Boy: Come here.

A kitten shivering in an alley.

He shared his meager bread with it, held it to his chest on cold days, and stroked its neck.

It calmed his heart.

(I'm not like those adults. Because I have love.)

(I'm not like the other nameless children. Because I have this kitten.)

(This cat knows me. It remembers me.)

He maintained his sense of self by thinking this way.

Gray-eyed Boy: I love you... so don't forget me.

The warmth of the kitten, the soft feel of its fur, its tiny meows...

That place, surrounded by crumbling bricks, was his "reality."

-

Hmm... A cat, huh...

One day, the boy met another boy named Roger in the East End.

Roger looked a little older than the boy who was shining shoes on the street.

From his clothes, it was clear that he came from a relatively wealthy family, if not a noble one.

Roger, who said he had "heard rumors about the orphanage," was very interested in the boy's story for some reason.

Roger: So, what happened to that cat? You're shining shoes here because you were kicked out of the orphanage, right?

The boy's gray eyes softened a little at the mention of the cat.

Gray-eyed Boy: He's still at the orphanage. I'm sure someone is taking care of him.

Roger: ...What's your name?

Name... It felt like he had forgotten he even had one.

Gray-eyed Boy: ...Alfons, I think.

Roger: Maybe?

Alfons: I heard it was written on the box I was in.

He knew he had been abandoned at birth without having to ask anyone.

The boy didn't remember anything before coming to the orphanage.

And he had just been kicked out of that orphanage.

Roger: Do you really not know why you were kicked out of the orphanage?

Alfons: I don't know. It was so sudden, I didn't...

**back to present**

The overlapping sound of the clock's hands brings my consciousness back to the present from the past.

Roger: I tried to contact him because I heard a rumor.

Kate: A rumor...?

Roger: Yeah. A rumor that "the head of the orphanage was turned into a cat."

(Turned into a cat...?)

Kate: What do you mean...?

Roger: I knew I was cursed back then and had started researching curses.

Roger: Through my father, who's a town doctor, I was digging through records of patients who seemed to be cursed.

Roger: One of the most unusual rumors was that there was a person who could "rewrite other people's perceptions," and...

Roger: There was a strange phenomenon of memory loss occurring around the source of that rumor.

(Memory loss...)

I remember Alfons' face and swallow quietly.

Roger: Many people remember being told that white was black, black was white, and that was the truth.

Roger: But no one can remember who did it to them. Not their name, appearance, or where they lived.

Roger: When you check the records in those places... there's always an unnatural blank space.

Roger: It's clear that one person has "disappeared" from both memory and records... Isn't that strange?

Roger: I was convinced that the person with that power was "cursed."

An unpleasant premonition filled my chest.

But I just swallowed and listened to his words.

Roger: When I heard the rumor that "a human turned into a cat," I thought it was that cursed person.

Roger: I was desperately looking for another cursed person at that time.

Roger: ...So, I got ahead of myself.

**flashback to past**

Roger: You have some strange power, don't you?

Alfons takes a slight step back from Roger, who suddenly leans in with a serious expression.

Alfons: Strange power...?

Roger: Like, if you touch someone or something, you can make them believe something, even if it's a lie.

Alfons: ...Even if it's a lie...?

He doesn't ask what Roger means, so he must know what he's talking about.

Convinced of this, Roger takes a step back and spreads his arms.

Roger: Try it on me. Anything.

Alfons: ...........

Alfons stares at Roger for a moment, then...

Alfons: ...I'll do it if you pay me.

He makes a deal with the well-dressed Roger.

Then the two of them experimented with the "ability."

This was because Alfons himself didn't know how to activate his power.

Roger: It doesn't seem to work just by giving a verbal command.

Alfons: Then, how about trying to give a command while touching something?

And after some trial and error, holding hands, putting his hand on his forehead...

Alfons: "This isn't shoe polish, it's your favorite food."

**back to present**

Roger: When his hand touched the nape of my neck, the ability was activated.

Kate: ...How did you know the power was activated?

Roger: I found myself eating shoe polish, and he was pointing at me and laughing.

(Ugh...)

Roger laughs and continues the story.

**back to past**

Roger: You're definitely cursed.

Alfons: Cursed?

Alfons: What are you talking about, mister? I'd like you to pay me now.

Alfons looks at him coldly and waves his outstretched hand.

Roger grabs Alfons by the shoulders.

Roger: You have the power to distort people's minds. You just saw it.

Roger: Cursed people have a predetermined fate in exchange for their power...

Alfons: Wh-what are you getting so excited about?

A person cursed from birth - that's what a "Cursed One" is.

At this time, Alfons doesn't know the meaning of it yet.

Roger: Cursed Ones are born with the fate of "committing a crime and meeting a tragic end."

Alfons: ...You should go to the hospital, mister. A tragic end? That's ridiculous.

Roger: It sounds like a lie, but it's true! In your case, it's probably... "to die without being remembered by anyone."

Roger: That's the fate you carry.

Alfons: ...!

The "fate" he was given in exchange for an ability that ordinary humans don't have.

Roger: But I'm sure fate can be changed. I'll change it.

Roger: I finally met another Cursed One! Hey, you...

Alfons: ...Get away from me.

Suddenly, Alfons pushes Roger hard in the chest.

Roger: ...? What's wrong? You're pale.

Alfons: Just get away from me!

Alfons pushes Roger away as if to shove him and runs away. He never came back.

**back to present

Roger: ...A while after that,

Roger: I started hearing rumors that "a kid who shows strange illusions is being harassed in the slums."

I remembered Alfons showing illusions to people in an abandoned warehouse.

**flashback to slums**

Alfons: I was doing this before I joined the Crown.

Alfons: It's too late to tell me to stop because it's classified information.

**end of flashback**

Roger: I was going to ask him to cooperate with my research on curses, but...

Roger: I probably told him about his fate too carelessly... I confronted him with an irreversible reality.

I felt like a hole had opened up beneath my feet.

Alfons' unknown past, the day he first learned of his ability, and... the "curse" he received.

("To die without being remembered by anyone" - that's Alfons' fate.)

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Chapter 17

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[kitchenisking]

June Fic Rec❤️

Summer is almost upon us! its 40c degrees here and we are over heating. so lets enjoy the nice air conditioning and the amazing fics that these amazing author wrote! 😘

Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill  - (Rating: Mature, Words: 70382, sterek)

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." -----

The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

Not all treasure is silver and gold by princecharmingwinks  - (Rating: Mature, Words: 26597, sterek)

Captain Derek Hale is on a mission and he needs a fearless crew. His betrothed has been kidnapped, his family lives in exile and he harbours a dangerous secret. Enter Lady Erica Reyes, the perfect Quartermaster to join the crew. Erica has her own reasons for needing to escape her seaside town. An abusive father with a suggested 'arrangement' has forced her to create her own future.

A Derek and Erica friendship on the high seas, all in the name of love and family. Because not all treasure is silver and gold.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i'm in love by tryslora - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5609, sterek)

It's just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can't get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he's too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Human Things by ChloeWeird (ChloeBYoung), SylvieW - (Rating: T, Words: 10542, sterek)

Stiles keeps running into Derek, and can't leave well enough alone.

if i'm not made for you, then why does my heart tell me that i am? by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 13076, sterek)

When Derek’s kids write out their Christmas lists, they insist he writes one too. Not long after it's deposited in Santa's mailbox, he's reunited with the man of his dreams.

Stiles.

Derek can't help but fall for him again. It's really too bad Stiles is so obviously taken.

...or the one where Derek’s a grump who makes assumptions about his pregnant omega neighbor.

Disposition by Tulikettu - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 56104, sterek)

Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. 

So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? 

Derek needs a partner for his rut. 

What a coincidence.

I Didn't Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4482, sterek)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn't know he shouldn't have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

The Rarest of Gems by Hedwig221b - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26497, sterek)

"There, somewhere, a flower grows. Its curious petals reach in curiosity, but get burned in return. It craves a soothing touch, a lover’s kiss. It is the sweetest nectar, the brightest moonlight, the most alluring starry night. It is the rarest of gems. It is your mate, alpha Hale. But beware and haste, for the flower grows among the most vicious thorns, who can’t wait to tear it apart."

Strong Alpha, Strong Pups by Snare - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7349, sterek)

Omegas are weak. Stiles is an Omega, but Stiles has magic. Stiles is strong.

Stiles is strong, so Alpha needs to be stronger. Strong Alpha, strong pups.

A Rocky Halloween by MichelleDWinchester - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 21830, sterek)

Stiles hasn't been back to Beacon Hills in a while, instead choosing to focus on his University work and internship. Now, however, Stiles is back in town for a bit of Halloween revelry with the Pack and if his risque outfit helps him discover whether or not Derek is even remotely interested in being more than 'just friends' or indeed simply Pack mates, then Stiles is all in!!

[lexlovesyoudotcom]

05.08.19

Dear Diary,

I lost my old diary, Fatima, and haven't been able to find her since. So now, I'm calling you Helen. Anyway, Helene, let me tell you about me, My name is Alexis Muoka, IO'm twelve years old, I have three sibling, and I may or may not be DMS Realist. Anway, on Monday I got to be lab partners with Ian Buchanan in Science. Ian is REALLY HOT! I wish I wasn't so socially awkward because he was saying things to me and I was just smiling and nodding to let him know I heard him. Little did he know I couldn't meet his eyes because if I did I would never leave them. They're this gorgeous blue-grey and his hair is golden blonde. Not fake, dirty blonde, but real blond. Not to mention his bone structure and the fact that he's tan year round. This is a lot different from my other crush, Zach Gilk. Zach is cute in a different way. His skin is pale and he has thick, wavy black hair, and chocolate brown they are hazel eyes. I really shouldn't be liking him though, because I'm pretty sure he bullied me by being nice (yes, that's a thing). And like a fool, I fell for it. Because of him, I'm afraid to say hi to people in the hallway. And I don't know how to randomly respond when people say hi, especially boys. Ugh, look at my fat fingers talking about which boys are cute and which ones aren't. I think I might actually have a shot at being pretty if I lost weight, grew hair, and got a new wardrobe. The good news is Chiara is moving to Switzerland next year. Chiara is this really annoying, stuck-up girl who thinks she's better than everyone. Her best friend, Uma, is just as irritating. I hate them for several reasons.

Uma said I was bulimic (not to my face) for fasting

Chiara rated me a five

Uma said that it was the nose and lips (!)

Chiara said it was the hair and eyes too (!!)

I have several reasons for being afraid of Zach Gilk

When he found my braid and asked me in front of everyone

When I shoved him and he shoved me back, 10x harder

When he tried to get me to play smash or pass

When he said I had a wonderful voice (?!!)

When he asked me to stop breathing so hard

When he laughed at my hair mom had just shaved it to where I was almost bald and I walked in the first day back from spring break and he was on the other side of the classroom and immediately burst into laughter when he saw me

The waving at me every single day

Yelling my name for the whole grade to hear

I wrote a song to describe my relationship with Zach I was a sick little girl

Nothing is as it seems

Nobody means what they mean

The mind and the body and the soul

Tell lies to all of the bones

The motive is different

Just want to play pretend

Get your story straight fast

Because I don't really believe that

If you're nice to him, then rude to her

Who are you to me

If I'm blind in the left eye, blind in the right

then what does everyone see

I could be wrong I could be dreaming everything you say everything with a deeper meaning

[Ian Buchanan circa 2023.]

[Zach Gilk…I think that bitch is gay!]

[yanderedreamer]

But aaa since you're taking requests for manhwa, may I request general yandere headcanons for our beloved Crown Prince Isis?

Yandere Isis de Elmir / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, infantilization, mentions of torture (not towards reader).

Sweet, sweet Isis. A fairy tale prince in flesh, a strong knight possessing gentle sincerity, and the Crown Prince of the Elmir Empire... He's the man who's madly in love with you to the point where he would tear down the stars and rearrange them if you asked him to. If you have enemies that you'd like to exact revenge on, just tell him their names and he'll get his hands dirty for you.

Isis unknowingly fell for you when he saw how well you treated his younger sister. Aisha is everything to him, and to see her being doted on by you stirred a certain feeling of warmth inside his chest. At first, he wanted to keep you close to make his sister happy after knowing how much she loves spending time with you, but his reason eventually became more and more personal as the days passed. His admiration for you gradually morphed into an obsession which he can't control.

If he's the sun, then you're his moon. You gently light people's paths with your kindness, and your innocence is something that Isis wants to preserve. He thinks that you're too naïve for this world but don't worry! As your prince and knight, he'll do everything within his power to protect you from the "bad things".

Anyone who tries to harm you will meet the other end of his sword first before they are dragged to face the enraged emperor. How dare they try to endanger the life of his son's love interest? For meddling with someone who is directly connected to the crown prince, he would let his son choose the perpetrator's punishment. Of course, Isis has no plans of giving them the easy way out through death. They'll be tortured until they get it into their thick head that they shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to them.

Isis will lure you in with his honey-coated words and sweet gestures. He knows the way to your heart very well, and you will fall for him. He'll guarantee it no matter what because anyone you show interest in will avoid you with eyes full of fear the next day. Isis will wrap you with a false sense of security, deceiving you into believing that he's the prince charming of your dreams. When it comes to you, he's willing to step out of line a little.

He wouldn't confine you to a room because Aisha would strongly object to the idea; instead, he should tie you to him with matrimony. That would put a tight leash on you without actually hurting you, and you'll have no choice but to move into the Imperial Palace to live with him and his family. His face grows warm at the thought of being emperor with you sitting on the seat next to his throne. His little Aisha is so smart!

It would be easy for Isis to gain your hand in marriage. Your family is already loyal to the royal family so if it's a direct order from the emperor himself, then your parents will gladly hand you over to be the crown prince's future spouse. Aisha is excited to have you as her sibling-in-law soon, and Tyrion and Iris would always give you a warm welcome whenever you visit to have lunch or dinner with them.

If you decide to break your engagement with Isis, he'll be heartbroken and he'll readily show you how he feels about your decision. He'll act desperate, he'll beg, he'll guilt-trip you into staying with him. What do you mean you can't handle it? Has he not been nice enough to you? When you think back, the crown prince has been nothing but loving towards you - but that's the problem. His love is suffocating, yet you can't deny the kindness he has shown you all this time.

If you continue to refuse him, he'll find a way to have you crawling back to him, begging him to save your family with your hands clasped together as tears run down your cheeks in rivulets. He'd feign concern and reassure you that he'll take care of things while smiling gleefully on the inside. Do you understand now? That you're helpless without him. You need him in your life because only he can save you from your troubles. Only he can be the fairy tale prince to embrace you with love, to put the crown on your head and thus bind you to him for the rest of your life.

Aww, his precious one is crying. Don't worry, he coos, he'll serve the world to you on a silver platter. So why don't you smile for him and show a little happiness?

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Dirty Little Secret

Part two.

Summary; Y/n and Eddie are both dealing with the fallout of the end of their FWB relationship, y/n attempts to move on...

Hope however is on the horizon for y/n and Eddie.

Warnings; Angst to Fluff

Part one

Trying to slowly ease myself back into writing some angsty stories again. ❤🙂

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

This was the worst she had ever felt, the heartbreak was constant and the ache in her chest was hurting so badly.

For the first two days, all she did was cried her eyes out. She could barely talk to anyone and didn't even go to school.

Slowly she picked herself up and with the help of Robin and Nancy went to school and tried to avoid Eddie as best as she could.

It was hard though everywhere she looked, he was there and seeing him was making her feel even worse.

Soon a month had passed and she had been on a date with Adam, one of Jason's friends. Chrissy assumed she was down because she was feeling like the third wheel and wanted to be in a relationship too.

It couldn't be further from the truth, all she wanted was Eddie but he didn't love her.

Adam was sweet but too much like Jason at times. She couldn't even bring herself to kiss him without thinking of Eddie and it wasn't fair on Adam.

She tried to let him down gently but he took it the wrong way and spent a full five minutes berating her.

"What do you just use guys? I see the way you look at that freak Munson? Is that your type? Didn't give you a second glance so you came running to me?".

She glares at him.

"Fuck you, we are done". He sneers at her and he calls her names that make her burst into tears and she stalks away from him.

Chrissy follows her but not before glaring daggers at Adam.

As she rushes into the girl's bathroom she lets all of the tears fall, trying to move on from Eddie didn't work. She misses him so much.

"Sweetie, look at me. Hey, what happened?". Chrissy asks.

Through sobs, she explains everything. She talks about her and Eddie, how Chrissy was his dream girl, that she told Eddie she loved him and he didn't feel the same. How she didn't want to be with Adam, missing Eddie all of it.

It all comes out and Chrissy holds her, soothing her tears away while growing more and more pissed off at Eddie.

"I'm so sorry that you are going through this sweetheart, I promise things will get better, I promise you".

💞💫

Eddie feels like a wreck. He didn't realise how hard things without y/n would be, how much he fell for her.

He feels like an idiot, he knew he cared about her but he should have realised he loved her without having to lose her first.

Chrissy was just a crush, he's over her now and has been for a while, he wishes he had said that. Fought harder for y/n.

How could he get her back? She wasn't answering his calls. Wouldn't come near him, he was feeling like shit.

Then she started dating that asshole Adam and he was even more determined to show her that he loved her, that he was serious and would never ever hurt her again.

He hated seeing her with Adam, the first time he saw her with him, he felt heartbreak all over again.

The only fortunate thing is it barely lasted a week as he found out today when he came across Adam and y/n arguing.

The minute Adam made her cry and rush off is when he lost it and punched the asshole. Yeah, he shouldn't have and he would have detention for a week, violence was never his answer but the prick deserved it.

Nancy and Robin were also being super protective of y/n as well as Chrissy and he couldn't even go to check on her to see what Adam said.

When he saw Chrissy walk up to him fuming a few minutes later he knew he was in deep shit. She slaps him hard across the face.

"What the fuck? Do you know y/n is heartbroken over you Eddie Munson! I am not your dream girl. You're a nice guy but I love Jason, I also love my best friend and the fact you've hurt her makes me want to kick you in the ball right now".

He cringes and she glares at him, he finally gets the courage to talk.

"I love her Chrissy, I made a huge fucking mistake and I need to fix it". She softens a bit and sighs.

"Come with me, I'll take you to her and you better not mess this up I mean it". Grateful he follows her.

❤

Chrissy comes in closely followed by Eddie who has tears in his eyes when he looks at her.

"I'll leave you two to it". Chrissy kisses her cheek and glowers at Eddie.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry princess". He tells her and she works to keep her voice steady.

"Eddie, I know that I was just sex to you that Chrissy... He cuts in.

"I've been over Chrissy for a while now, she isn't who I want and you weren't just sex to me y/n. I'm so sorry I didn't realise how much you truly meant to me but I do now, I love you, sweetheart, seeing you with Adam fucking broke my heart, losing you was even worse".

Tears fall down her cheeks and she cuddles into his arms.

"I'm going to make it up to you sweetheart, I'm gonna take you on a proper date, will be totally metal princess, show off my beautiful girl to all my friends, if you give me another chance I will never fuck it up again".

She sees the sincerity in his eyes and kisses him gently.

"Yes, I'll give you one more chance Eddie but no fuck ups I mean it, don't make me regret this. I love you so much and I want to be with you". He strokes her cheek.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I'll be loving you until we're old and grey". Butterflies fill her stomach and Eddie kisses her again, she doesn't feel hesitant this time and kisses him back ready for a lifetime of his love.

❤

[girlwithwolftatoo]

How would Moon boys' job are camboy and s/o pay them to do what they want.

Uuuuuhhh smutty ;)

Steven Grant:

Is a personal favorite for you. He started slow, like explaining Egyptian stuff and sometimes showing his daily life with Gus, but someone noticed he was handsome and, since one day he showed up "light in clothing", well... he saw the business and took it.

Shy as heck, which makes him popular among any gender viewer who will pay just to hear him speak naughty things with that sweet accent of his.

You used to be a silent viewer, leaving likes and stuff, but in fact you were saving for a big request that made Steven jump in surprise. "So...(username) you want me to... t-touch myself in camera?"

Everyone agrees in the comments and even send more money so he's encouraged enough to do it. "Well, I- thanks, I shouldn't have a problem, uh... it's okay, just... give me one second..."

You can't help but record the whole performance. He's even more beautiful to your eyes for the way he grunts and shivers while strocking his big cock in camera.

The best part comes when he moans while cumming and say your username thanking you.

Marc Spector:

He began in this work a little unsure it'll work, but has a small, loyal fanbase who loves just who he is... and his shape of course.

He often talks about certain things that can become obscene if you're creative enough, like types of knots (he even makes some demostrations with himself), or simply reads out loud the requests of his followers with a purring voice. Honestly he's more popular among men than women, trust me, I know why I say this.

Of course he has special streamings in which he does "funnier" things, like jacking off or using a vibrator... and that's when you pay so he can do certain things, specially saying your name along with naughty talk.

You spend more on Marc than in grocery store (?). Yeah, you're eating instant noodles since three days ago, but finally you saved enough to request him in bunny suit, your best spent money in life.

"Thanks to (username) for sponsoring tonight's show and tell, I hope you're doing fine, sweetie" (ohhh you melt as soon as you hear that before he places the bunny ears and shows his brand new toy)

Jake Lockley:

This man knows where real money is and he's more than up to get bathed in pounds, so don't be surprised if you hear of him even in not-adult content sites.

He doesn't just get money during the transmitions. He has an OF where he submits very special and personalized content (that's the reason why he has very few people subscribed, but everyone agrees the price is worth). OF COURSE you need to subscribe just after your first time watching him.

Also he acts like a "spanish teacher" in his transmitions. "Hello, my pretty kittens, today we will learn about superlatives in spanish... per example, tienes la polla más grande que he chupado, which means..."

There was this time he updated in his OF about a special transmition in which he'd be playing some solo BDSM scenario, and you immediately put all your savings (okay, not all, just a good amount... uh, 70 pounds) for a very specific request. You received a DM of Jake thanking you and saying he'll gladly do that and... "just to compensate you, what's your name, corazón? So I can have something to moan meanwhile"

Everyone was thankful to you in the comments that night. Jake showed up with a dog collar and his gloves, a chest harness and cat ears, doing the most intense, steamy dirty talk (specifically, instructions for the viewers to "join him" in the play) and of course, he used the petname you requested and your name along with nice, praising words for you.

Best part? He kept in touch with you, not only through DM but by phone messages. Oh dear this is a dream come true.

[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

#15. "You've taken my heart with you." W Elijah 🥺

Words from the Past

Summary: Elijah receives an unexpected letter

Pairing: Past!Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Other characters: Camille O'Connell

Prompt: "You've taken my heart with you"

Warnings: angst, slight canon divergence (?), perhaps Camille is a bit oc (?)

A/n: Hey Shle! This... turned out much longer than I expected but I truly hope you enjoy it!✨💕 @hellotvshowtrash

Taglist: @elijahs-wife @yn-ymn-yln @nalledimessi @ronniemikaelson @xxwritemeastoryxx

"Elijah!"

When he entered the Rousseau's, the last thing Elijah expected was Camille calling for him the moment he stepped in. Even though he was a quite regular there and the friendly bartender had always been nothing but nice to him, it was the first time Camille looked like she was actually waiting for him to arrive.

He walked to the counter and sat on a stool, his eyes immediately focusing on the wrickle between her eyebrows. "What's troubling you, Cami? You look quite worried."

"Well..." she started, drying her hands on her apron, "Something weird happened."

Elijah's eyebrows rose in response. "What kind of weird?"

"You see, my friend has decided to finally move out of her mother's house and she has just bought this very nice apartment, just outside the French Quarter and inside she found a lot of things of the previous owner. She needed help moving these things out and hers in, so of course I offered to help..."

"Are you getting any closer to the point?" he sighed, to which Cami chuckled very lightly.

"Yes," she assured him, crouching behind the counter but still talking to him. "So, I go help my friend and guess what I found in one of the many drawers in that flat?"

Elijah truly wanted to sigh again, but Cami's light and joyful tone did nothing but make a small smile appear on his face. "I believe you're going to tell me even if I don't."

"You're right." Finally she reappeared, holding a letter that she immediately handed to him. "I believe this is for you."

Looking skeptically at the envelope, Elijah took it carefully. The paper was stained by time: what once was white, now had taken a yellow hue, with some darker spots where humidity had done the its worst.

Then he turned it around.

Despite the decades, his name was still visible. The ink had barely lost its dark, deep colour. He lightly moved his fingertips on the letters, following the writer's handwriting, one that he knew well. One that he thought he was never going to see again.

"I'll you you alone with it," Cami murmured before moving on the other side of the counter to serve another client.

Elijah passed a hand over his mouth, his eyes still fixed on the envelope, almost scared to open it and reveal what had been hiding there for almost a century.

In the end, he managed to regain possession of his hands long enough to free the letter sealed inside. It was slightly less deteriorated, your small and dense writing covering the two pages carefully folded in half.

As soon as he started reading, a voice —your voice—, a voice he never really forgot, started whispering in his ears. A ghost of the past, back for one last goodbye.

My dearest Elijah,

I know this letter will never reach you. Even if I knew where you were ��� which I don't, since you didn't care enough to tell me — I don't think I could ever find the courage to send this.

I don't know what scares me the most; you, with the aid of some impossible miracle, finding it, or that it could fall in someone else's hands. I can't even phatom it, dirty hands on my words, hungry eyes running over my writing and eating my memories like crows on a carcass.

Perhaps I shouldn't even write it at all; but then again, your memory is already starting to fade, like the magic haze that follows dreams slowly disappears as you wake up.

And as much as I would want to forget you and the pain you left behind, I also know it would be my greatest regret. You were the best thing in my life, Elijah, no matter how quickly you entered it and how rapidly you vanished.

The compulsion. Elijah passed a hand through his hair. He had forgotten that part. Making you slowly forget everything that ever happened between you two... thinking about it now, it was nothing but a mean way to clear his conscience.

If you had forgotten him, then it was like he had never left you. Like he had never existed at all. Like he hadn't broke your heart running away in a mindless attempt to keep you safe from an inexistent danger.

It was selfish, deprive you of your memory, nothing more.

But you had find a way to fight it, in a way.

"Of course you did." A small, sad smile appeared on his lips as he continued reading.

I don't remember much of our first meeting. Maybe I had one too many drinks, or maybe it's my mind failing me, but I can't recall how I found myself in that speakeasy, or even what it looked like, or what I was wearing.

However, I remember how easily your hand found mine when you asked me to dance. How effortlessly you made me laugh as we twirled and moved to the rhythm of the saxophones. How naturally our lips found each other's as we hid under a porch, waiting for the rain to ease.

After that, it's all details. Wet hair stuck to my face, the soft rustle of clothes falling to the floor, the heath of our bodies mixing on our skin, cold for the rain and the shivers that rooted from our touch.

And your eyes... they still hunt my dreams. The little specks of amber that appeared in them when the first light of the sun graced your face... it took me a while to notice them dancing in your eyes, but if there's one memory I want to hold onto as long as I can, that's what I'd choose.

Elijah had to stop his read again. All those memories that he had locked away, all those feelings that they hold were hitting him like a merciless wave, full of regrets and unsaid truths and bittersweet moments that didn't last enough time.

What have you done to me, Elijah... what kind of enchantment have you put on your lips and how can I break this curse? My mind goes back to you every night, craving your presence when it shouldn't, not when you've taken my heart with you as you left.

Did you truly not care about me?

"Of course I did," he whispered, his breath short and a sudden weight on his chest. He loosened his tie.

Perhaps you didn't love me, and that I would understand...

"Of course I did." He opened the first button of his shirt.

But I thought you had for me at least some sort of affection.

"Of course I do."

Elijah had never gave away so much of him so quickly to anyone else before you entered that speakeasy, a november night of 1922. Surrounded by chandeliers and candles, you were the brightest beacon in the room. And he felt pulled to your light, like a wanderer lost in the desert to a mirage.

I wonder where you are right now. If there's another person lying next to you, their skin covered with the lingering softness of your lips, like mine still is. If you have forgotten me already or you hold my memory in your heart, like I do. If you love me...

The ink there was blurred. Round drops had made the following few words illegible, tears that time had dried but that never took away the despair they were filled with.

Goodbye, Elijah. There's nothing left for me to say.

Yours forever,

Y/N

Your voice left his mind as he read your name. And then again. And again. He read it so many time, his lips mouthing it each time, a chant that was not going to bring you back or change the past.

He chose to leave you, he chose to leave the only thing that had ever been his, just his and no one else's. He had you and he was foolish enough to let your hand go.

"Elijah?"

His eyes finally moved from your words, meeting Cami's blue eyes, again filled with worry. He had forgotten she was there.

She put a hand on his forearm. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," he nodded, even though his voice was more feeble than the light of a dying candle. He cleared his throat before adding: "Why do you ask?"

"Elijah... you're crying."

[yostresswritinggirl]

Modern Scenarios with Genshin Boys

Brainrot time - be glad, today was supposed to be angst but I had a change of heart.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size!" The first time you met Childe was when you were being bullied by some annoying bullies that had nothing to do but want to pick a fight. It was something you can handle really, and you were about to disperse the commotion when this big guy suddenly appeared as if you were his knight in shining armor. "It's the duty of the strong to protect the weak!" Did he just-?! THE AUDACITY!

Spurred on by your annoyance and your want to prove your strength, you joined the Karate club in your school where you heard he is part of. And in under a month you reached the second tier of the yellow belt. But you needed to become stronger, to reach that guy's black belt status so you can spar with him. He was too high to be directly involved with your training after all.

Finally when the fateful day comes, he looks at you with admiration at the other side of the mat, your determination and fast rank up had him enamored. But you had different plans. When the spar session started, you maneuvered around his kicks and finally did what you've always wanted to do— you wiped your dirty, uncovered foot against his face in a kick. Somehow he fell in love more.

You've been his lover for a while now, and restaurant dates are nothing uncommon in your relationship. And you know his habit of leaving behind his wallet even if he offered that tonight's date would be taken care of. After your lovely dinner session, lo and behold, he DID forget his wallet. But as the considerate lover, you took the liberty to bring your wallet with you even if he said you shouldn't-

Only to realize you brought the wrong wallet, only counting spare change for chicken nuggets. As compensation, you two spent the rest of the night forced to pay off your late bill by doing the restaurant dishes. It was not at all part of your itinerary, but as you start singing to alleviate the boredom and with Zhongli singing along, you had the most fun dancing around the kitchen with soapy arms and loose aprons.

You didn't even know that Zhongli could sing and dance that well! Plates were cleaned faster than any of you expected, and after the IOU contract that you're for sure fixing the next day, the two of your walk home hand in hand with the brightest smile you two had ever shared.

Oh, god, more frogs. Welcome to Biology class! You are partnered to be laboratory buddies with the ever enigmatic, science genius Albedo. He was so epic during Chemistry class, and you were praising the gods for finally bringing this ray of hope to raise up your grades effortlessly. You would think this class would flow by ever so nicely as you finish the plant studies, that is until zoology started and the professor starts talking about dissecting kits.

Your first project was to bring a frog to school to prep up for dissection. Okay, very wack, you thought as you turned to Albedo to ask how you two would even get a frog for the project. Until you saw a curious glint in his beautiful, teal eyes. Next thing you know he was over your house and as you two go around the fields in casual wear.

The fact that stores exist for buying frogs SPECIFICALLY for Biology and dissections was something Albedo held back from you, opting to wish to experience the class firsthand and beyond. It was in all honesty to get to know you better, even if most of the time you tripped on your ass over the mud of the fields trying to chase or run away from a frog. In the end he finally suggested to just buy one, to which you were furious, thankful and elated that you at least got to know the genius more.

Heavily inspired by Driver's License. You've just recently broken up with your boyfriend a day before you got your license to drive, something you were so proud of and excited to exercise together with your lover. But yet here you are crying your eyes out as you drove on the long and winding road of... somewhere. A deserted area with the next stop over or town miles and miles away, so when you happened upon a dejected voyager who clearly needs a lift, you offered him to be a hitchhiker. Xiao was thankful, really, but the ride was ever so awkward with the obvious puffy eyes and tear stains on your cheeks.

At one point, you remembered your ex once again and had to pull over before you end up killing the both of you through tear-stained vision. With sympathy, your hitchhiker offers to drive and a listening ear to your burdens, and it indeed lifted your spirits as he offers helpful advice on your pain. You part when you reached his home with a huge thank you for the lift, and you realized that you were just a town away from him.

The next time you saw him was an embarrassing moment you didn't expect to happen or come by so fast. Awkwardly standing by the roadside where your car was supposed to be, towed away because you didn't realize it was illegal to park there, an motorcyclist with a neon decorated bike suddenly pulled over in front of you. And when he takes off his helmet to offer you a ride, the smirk on Xiao's face doubles the embarrassment. You accepted the offer.

You are a secret agent tasked to assassinate a target you've been following and gathering data on for weeks now, the perfect opportunity happens to be a gathering of high class people, a party or ball even. You thought it would be a quick and easy operation until you realized a man named Kaeya seem to be hovering around your target too closely for your taste and ease. It seems the guy has a body guard in hand. Now your focus was on swaying this bluenette, who was thankfully very, very receptive and welcoming to your advances.

When you finally FINALLY managed to let him off your case and successfully separated him from your target, you hurried over to finish the assassination as you realized you've been lingering for far too long— only to see Kaeya about to stab your target before your interruption. It seems that instead of his body guard, Kaeya was actually a hitman hired to kill your target too, and had been dancing around together with you because he thought YOU were the body guard.

"Woah, this your target too?" "Hell yeah." "Yoooooo!" How ironic, you two laughed the coincidence out nonchalantly as your target bleeds to death besides you both. After escaping your almost jail time when the true body guards came to check on their boss, which made a very awesome action sequence as you exchanged bullets next to Kaeya, you learned that your agency had recruited a new fellow under its ranks. You didn't need a name and face to know who the sly bastard was.

You're not really the type of person to be into parties, not since high-school, and still no in college. Things were already a pain to deal with as the midterm examinations rolling in, but your roommate somehow managed to drag you into a popular college organization's midyear party before unceremoniously dipping to drink with the org members. As you cradle your alibi cup in a corner, staring into the raucous party, you realized someone else who's solo is accompanying you in silent brooding.

The two of you awkwardly introduce yourselves to each other before realizing that you've already met once or twice in campus grounds. "I don't really wanna be here." "Me neither." "Wanna dip?" Your relief didn't even need words to confirm your wants as you two slipped away from the mess, growing in intensity that you wouldn't even be suprised if the local authorities were to be called later on.

A little food date in the local 24/7 fast food restaurant nearby and exchange of numbers made your night a little bit better. So when you two found each other in another party you were dragged in again, your hand was held warm and tight within his as you two snickered, skipping out of the venue to have your own little party.

Hello there, welcome to the start of the fluffy days. Figured you're all sad and broken enough to finally enjoy some good ol' flutters.

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[not-so-mundane-after-all]

WICKED GAME - by @wonderbatwayne & @not-so-mundane-after-all-97

Fandom: DC Titans

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson/Kory Anders, Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Kory Anders & Rachel Roth, Rachel Roth & Garfield Logan, Graysonfam

Chapter: 16/16

Rating: Mature

Summary:

Everybody plays a game. Every move counts, anyone, can be a player. Some play dirty, some play nice, everybody's got eyes on the main prize.

In a world of deception, money, and power, where women are forced to dance with the devil in the name of survival, where men need to break their oaths to do the right thing, Dick Grayson is on a mission to win. A man with a plan, with a goal and a target. Trigon Azarath needs to be eliminated by any means necessary. He's been playing a very long and calculated game, and it has to stop now.

But what happens when a little ballerina with raven hair and a guarded heart, a girl who shouldn't even exist for all he knows, spins the table on him like the pirouettes she does on stage? When a woman with green eyes and a bloody past sets his world ablaze instead of being just a step on the road to victory? Will sticking to the rules be worth the outcome?

It's a wicked game to play, indeed.

Rhi:

And with that we draw final curtains on Wicked Game. I'm still in awe we created this, we brought it to life and you all supported us by devouring every crumb and screaming about every plot twist. You are truly amazing. Wicked Game isn't just mine and Mundi's... It belongs to everyone who loves these characters and these relationships as much as we do. Thank you for the incredible ride you've given us, all the love week to week. We couldn't ask for better friends and readers!

But there is one very special person I want to thank. My writing partner in crime. The person who breathes the heart of this story. The wonderful, the brilliant, the insanely talented Mundi. This story wouldn't exist without her. I wouldn't be half the writer I am without her. Thank you bestie, for making this collab such a dream, for always encouraging me to push beyond my limits and always cheering me on.

We've played a Wicked Game with you all these past 16 weeks but now the game is over! I guess we all won!

Mundi:

Well, game's over. It's honestly mind blowing this thing actually exist, I still to this day look at his fic, at all the ramblings and brainstorming and I can't believe we did this. But what's more important is that we did this for YOU. This amazing, wonderful fandom that deserves the whole world, our friends from far away who were right here with us on this special journey. Your reaction to this story, the way it was received, it exceeded our hopes and expectations by miles!!! Every laugh, every cry, all the screaming and all the therapy bills thrown at us, we'll cherish that forever. My heart is in shambles right now because the ride is ending, but I'm also so so so thankful to all of you for joining us on this roller coaster. The best friends we've ever had, the best audience we could have hoped for. THANK YOU.

And of course I have to take off the crown and bow down low to my partner in crime. Rhi, my darling, if it wasn't for you, that little scene of Dick seeing his baby girl as a ballerina in a different universe would still be stuck in the back drawer of my brain. You breathed life into it and helped me nurture it and grow it into this magnificent thing. It was an expierence of a lifetime and I will never forget it, I'll be in my 80s still remember every little detail of this adventure. You are incredible. I've learned so much from you, I've grown as a creator, as a writer and as a person because of you. To find a person who clicks with you so easily, who rides on the same frequency as you and loves the art they make and the show they make it for just as much as you do is sometimes a miracle, but it happened to me and I will never be able to fully express how much that means to me. Here's to you, to you brilliant, unbelievable talent and to this friendship that will last as long as Tumblr and ao3 are breathing and LONG AFTER THAT.

And that's a curtain call on Wicked Game. Roll the credits, check the scores. And then... Play it all over again.

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[faetxlity]

Would you be interested into writing "Who hurt you?" "You want a list?" "Yes actually." for Lambert & Voltehre? Either as a couple or friends and in whatever AU you want. Thank you, Ledgea!

So, once again. I apologize for the hurt.

Ao3

Rated T Summary:

Life was so damn weird. Why shouldn't his dead best friend come back to life to haunt him? That was just a normal Tuesday in Lambert's shitty book.

Life was so damn weird. 

Almost two years had passed between the Battle of Kaer Morhen and Lambert had found himself in the south- not because he liked visiting Geralt at his pompous vineyard or because he had some insane hope of seeing an old friend - but because the weather was nice and the coin somewhat better than the north. He was in Temeria when the second conjunction split the sky and his world was rocked again. What were the odds of having five major world shaking events happen in less than fifty years? Too damn high in Lambert’s opinion. But what did he know? He was just a damn witcher.

He was still in Temeria when it seemed that the dead rose and walked the earth, wearing the face of a friend long lost but not the one he’d been looking for. Voltehre, sweet and kind and dead , had come stumbling down the road toward Vizima like a dream come true although he was mud splattered, bloodied, and dazed from what seemed to be a show of chaos unheard of. The Second Conjunction screwed with a lot of things; Lambert’s head was just the beginning.

“Oh, thank the gods .” The imposter breathed, quickening his limping pace toward Lambert with a lopsided but exhausted grin. “I’ve not seen another Witcher since…” It sounded like Voltehre, a little lower than Lambert’s voice and with the slight whistle on his 's' sounds, but those details only made Lambert put that much more venom into his command that the imposter ‘stop where he was’. He was too damn tired for these games.

The thing that was not Voltehre froze, mouth snapping shut. 

“Who are you?” “Voltehre, of the Wolf School.” His eyes snapped to the medallion on Lambert’s chest like it was a betrayal that he hadn't been recognized. “I’m not sure how I arrived here, just that some weeks ago I was at my trials and then the sky was tearing open and I was south of Vizima. Is it true? Has there been a second joining of the spheres?” The evidence was all around them, hundreds more monsters walked the Continent without more than a few dozen witchers to deal with them. Anyone with eyes could see that and Voltehre had never been stupid. He didn't have an ounce of self preservation around strangers either, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name. Are you-”

Lambert drew his sword, silver and leveled it at the thing. The sunlight, tinged red by the lingering chaos in the air, glinted off the blade. The Thing put its hands up. 

“I’m sorry? Really I don’t- I don’t know what to do here. You’re of the Wolves, yes? I can- I can prove that’s where I’m from though I don’t have a medallion yet. My master was Vesemir.” 

“Put your arm to the blade.” Lambert said, ignoring how his heart clenched at the memory of the old wolf and the ashes he had left on top of that mountain.

“What?” “Prove that you aren’t a fucking doppler or some shit. Put your damn arm to the blade.” It stepped forward, rolled up the sleeve of its dirty white shirt, and pressed his entire forearm against the length of silver. He didn’t burn but his eyes narrowed, sweeping over Lambert from his hair to his boots. Then he turned his arm and drew it back so that a well of blood rose to the surface. Red. Human red. 

“You want me to cast Yrden? Prove that I’m a witcher too?” 

“Yes.” 

Voltehre’s specialty was never signs but he was better at them than Lambert and the trap that glowed some feet away was dull but passable. It was also unfathomably correct in that the blond had always had a certain flair to his magic. That trap on the side of the road had the same off color that drove the mages to tears trying to find the reason for it. It wasn't something that could be replicated.

“ Fuck .” Lambert laughed, manic and rough. “Fucking- I-” He sheathed the sword and took a step forward, then two steps back. No. No he wasn’t going to run. Not this time.

“Lambert?” The - Voltehre breathed. As though Lambert was the one back from the dead.

He gritted his teeth and nodded. “Yeah, it’s me. Lambert.”

So then two worlds were shattered. 

The side of the road in nowhere-Temeria wasn’t the place to piece together their stories so, while still holding Voltehre - fucking Voltehre - at arms length they set off in search of a safe place to settle down for a few days. It came just up the road in the form of a manor, abandoned after the village was decimated by the new wave of monsters and earthquakes. The noble family of the region had lasted a little longer than their fieldhands but not by much and Lambert had no compunctions about looting the clothes and blankets and whatever jewelry he could find. If he came across any Sc’oiatel he’d have to point them in this direction for supplies- a conjunction was probably the best chance they had to peacefully reclaim territory after all.

“Find a room that we can defend, one that gets a lot of sun so we don’t need the fireplace.” He was practically barking the orders like he was an old master and he couldn’t make himself stop. If he stopped he would have to look at the barely-a-man that was his long lost best friend and he’d fall to damn pieces. To see the judgment in his eyes as they sorted through the possession of the dead like common bandits. “You uh- you want furs or woven blankets? Woven, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

Twenty-seven years. A voice whispered. Twenty-seven years and you still remember his preferences. Pathetic memory chaser than you are. 

He gathered two blankets for Voltehre and set them on the table with the rest of his pilfered supplies. He moved on to the storerooms which held preserves and he took as many as he could, planning to raid it again when they left. Peaches, beans, even watermelon that must have cost a small fortune in this part of the world had been jarred. Little luxuries only afforded to their ilk in the time of greatest sorrow.

He arrived in the west wing bedroom just in time to see Voltehre stumble and catch himself with a soft curse. 

“You alright?” 

“I’ve been jerked through time and have had three weeks to heal from a blow to the knee and head from the trial on top of nearly losing my leg to a kikimore in a swamp -" He sighed, shoulders slumping, "- no, Lambert. I’m not okay.” 

“I- yeah that’s pretty shit.” Maybe they were both in shock. Witchers didn’t really get shock but there was a first time for everything. “Sit down and let me take a look at your leg then. Actually wait, strip. I’m sure I can find you cleaner clothes to change into after I make sure you’re not about to d- uh. Not about to fall over.” 

“It’s kind of nice to know that you didn’t get any taller since the trials.” Voltehre said, almost like he was making a joke to ease the tension. Lambert, unsure whether it was a joke or not, snorted anyway. Just because Voltehre hit a growth spurt at sixteen to rival Geralt didn't make Lambert tiny. 

“Well not everyone can have the genes of an ice giant.” Lambert knelt, worked his gloves off and then, carefully, placed his hands on Voltehre’s clammy skin gently. He probed around the calf, up to his knee and then a little higher. It was swollen and bruised, likely torqued from a fall but it would heal if he could simply rest it for a day or so. It certainly wasn’t enough to waste a potion on. 

“You’ll be okay, just need to rest.” He might even be able to wrangle a wrap for it. “You can take the bed and I’ll make a pallet tonight.” 

Voltehre had a little scar on his knuckle from training, the only time he’d ever been in trouble - in trouble on Lambert’s behalf no less. It caught on Lambert’s skin as he reached out, holding him still by the shoulder where he knelt. The simple touch made his breath catch and his muscles tense. He wasn’t the same man he’d been… he wasn’t Voltehre’s best friend. He was a bitter asshole outrunning fate and somehow surviving when all his friends were dead. A wretch.

“Who hurt you?” Voltehre asked, soft and earnest with his wide eyes and too-young voice. As if they were both still boys, hiding from their instructors and finding some pleasure in the horrors of their days and that there could be a single figure to blame. He always was trying to protect Lambert like he was worth it somehow and Lambert couldn’t handle it. There was love and trust and stupid belief so he sneered. 

“What? You want a list?” 

“Yes, actually.” 

He looked up and swallowed thickly. “It’s been a really bad time. Thirty years of shit and it’s just- I missed you.” The voice in his head that sounded like Aiden whispered praise for his honesty. It was always a little kinder than his own thoughts. "This entire situation is insane and I don't know what's going on half the time."

“I know it’s different now but I’m not and I’d very much like it if we could pretend it wasn’t for a night?” The blond witcher said. “You can tell me all the shit that has happened, the good and the bad and all about whoever you’ve charmed into staying by your side. Just don’t sleep on the floor? Please?” 

Lambert sighed and closed his eyes. He nodded.

 Voltehre tapped his scars gently. “Tell me about these?” 

“Well I didn’t have my best friend to watch my back.” Lambert rose and jerked his chin up at the pillows. “Lay down and I’ll do story time for you, better to get your knee lifted sooner rather than later.” Voltehre wiggled his way into the blankets, six feet of gangly limbs and lightly freckled skin. Once he was settled, Lambert continued. “It was a nest of harpies. I was up in Poviss, climbed the cliffs fine and cut down the first four down in minutes.” He tossed a blanket at the blond and then began to pull his own armor off for the evening. “So I’m thinking it’s done with, throw the proof in my pack with some eggs and start back down. Well I’m hanging in the air and just happen to look up when two more of the damn birds get on me - I’m fighting one handed, high enough that the fall is going to break my damn legs, and one of them gets me in the face with her claws.” He pulled on a pair of stolen pants and bundled himself in his own furs to sit against the ornate headboard. 

“It made a good story that year. Won the stupid competition about who had the best scars. Got a whole bottle of gull out of it.”

“You said earlier that this conjunction… there’s not enough Witchers left to handle it. What did that mean? Is the school-”

“It’s gone, has been for years now. Nothing but dust and rock up there. Geralt’s around, so’s Eskel. Geralt set up in Toussaint a few years ago and I’m sure he’s got the place ready for war. Probably adopted every orphan that glanced his way since this started like the idiot he is. That’s where we’ll be going.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah. Oh.” Don’t ask about the others. Just let it go.

Voltehre fell asleep without more words exchanged between them and Lambert felt almost wrong for watching him when he was so vulnerable but he was really there and a fear was rooting itself in the back of his mind that screamed the moment he looked away Voltehre would be gone again. There were so many little things he had forgotten; how there was a streak of blue in the iris of his left eye that the grasses couldn’t take away, how his hair was a little shorter than he’d conjured in his mind but just as thick, the way that one canine was a little too big for his mouth and how it cemented the overgrown puppy look that he’d somehow come to associate with Eskel rather than the specimen laying on the fine feather bed beside him. He was only twenty.

Lambert had once told Aiden, quietly and as a secret, that he had loved Voltehre. Loved him in all the same ways he loved Aiden but didn’t have the words to tell either of them until it was too late. 

He loved them still. But looking at the young man, with his hand curled loosely atop Lambert's thigh and his breathing even he knew that it wasn't the same, it couldn't be that same. He had loved him as a boy and he had loved truly and deeply but that wound had been torn open and healed over again and again. He wasn't the same, he had lost the softness of youth and the belief that he could do something about it, and it wasn't right or fair but it was true. Love alone did not a good thing make. Whatever happened next would be another willing scar on his heart and he would choose to disappoint the golden spectre of his youth. His first love; alive and well despite the odds and utterly unprepared for the things he was asking to know.

Who hurt you? 

Lambert tucked the blankets higher around the young Witcher’s shoulders. 

You did, sunshine.  

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100 Follower Event!!! <3

CLOSED !!!

First of all, hiya! Thank you so much to everyone who has made this possible, it's like a dream come true to reach 100 followers and have so many people enjoy my work!! I love you all so much<3

For the time being, I'll be accepting normal requests as well, but they will be put off until the event is finished. So priority will be going to event asks!

Now onto the rules and explanation of the event!

Basic explanation: Send in a number (#) from 1-100 and a character, I will write either hc/smau/oneshot based on the dialogue prompt you chose!

Personalize it: You can ask for a certain genre on a prompt, (example prompt #14 but hurt/comfort, or prompt #34 fwb to lovers.) All gendered prompts can have the genders switched or neutralized based on request. If you have a preferred style (smau/headcannons/oneshot) feel free to request that as well!

Rules:

1. Please don't rush me! I'll try to turn them out as quick as I can well keeping the quality on the uphold.

2. One character and prompt per request! You can send in as many requests as you want, for example "Haruchiyo Sanzu for #46" or "Emma Sano for #97". Please keep the separate requests so I don't get overwhelmed. But you can request a character or prompt as many times as you'd like!

3. If you ask for smut, please be 18+ and feel comfortable confirming it if I do feel the need to ask. I will not be writing smut for/about minors, every character will be timeskip or aged up.

4. The requesting period will end in a week, on April 2nd 2022 at 11:59pm EST. After that I will no longer be taking requests for this event and any requests I get after that period will be deleted.

Prompts are in the undercut, please have fun with it! I really hope you guys enjoy this event, and again thank you so much for all of the support, I love you all so much! <3

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angst

1. "I wish that I was enough"

2. "If only I could wake you up, my love."

3. "It kills me how your mind makes you feel so worthless"

4. "I got addicted to a losing game"

5. "Loving you is a losing game!"

6. "But you like 'her' better"

7. “I hate you hate you hate you but, I was kidding myself."

8. "If I fall, I think I'd die."

9. "Only thing we share is one. last. name."

10. "I was led astray the day you walked away."

11. "The doctors were nice enough, they just said I'm fucked, 'just like my mom is fucked, I bet your dad's fucked up.'"

12. "Twinkle twinkle little star, alcoholics don't get far unless they drink and drive; lets go for a ride."

13. "Had a feeling that you never felt it, I wanted you to change."

14. "You put my heart in the hospital."

15. "I always knew you were too damn selfish."

16. "You say that I'm better? Why don't I feel better?!"

17. "Was it something I said, that made you feel like a burden?"

18. "Why can't you see? It's hurting me!"

19. "I'll keep you my dirty little secret"

20. "Why? Not me?"

21. "It's not like you ever tried to stay..."

22. "You were my everything!"

23. "You control my life! I feel like a fucking puppet!"

24. "He's just a little attention-attractor! He'll be rewarded for never maturing!"

25. "I'll be the bad guy now, but just know I ain't too proud."

fluff

26. "In other words, hold my hand. In other words, darling kiss me.”

27. "There's no mistletoe above our heads, but I'll kiss you anyway."

28. "I don't have a lot to give, but I'd give you everything"

29. "Let's stay right here, till forever disappears"

30. “You were all I longed for.”

31. "I'm so crazy, but I just maybe the type of personality that compliments your style."

32. "I can't help the way I feel for you."

33. "'She' is sweet like candy in my veins."

34. “I wanna be your favorite ‘boy’.”

35. "Shouldn't love you, but I couldn't help it."

36. "Baby? Whatcha wishing for?"

37. "I hate everyone but, never, never you."

38. "I thought, maybe, we would kiss tonight?"

39. "I'd marry you with paper rings."

40. "Are you blushing?"

41. "Will you do my eyeliner?"

42. "Always fuckin' miss you"

43. "I'll stay up for you."

44. "You're putting me to sleep, y'know that?"

45. "You should be easier on yourself."

46. "I'm not going anywhere, not now, not ever. I promise."

47. "It's not romantic, I swear!"

48. "I'll always be here to protect you."

49. "You're so warm."

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50. "I wanna hear you say it."

51. "Dog collar around your neck."

52. "You can call me 'mommy'."

53. "Fuck baby, just for me?"

54. "Just sit there and look pretty for me."

55. "The way she feels, those thoughts I can't deny."

56. "Show me how you want it."

57. "I'm not wearing any underwear, thought you'd like to know."

58. "Where do you want it? Here? Or maybe you want it here?"

59. "Don't hide from me, baby."

60. “All I want is you, now."

misc.

61. "I wish you told me this before..."

62. “So, before you go..."

63. "How does 'she' know who I am? And why does 'she' give a damn?"

64. "I've used every type of pill to help me chill, but i'm not satisfied."

65. "I need a redesign..."

66. "My big brother has a heart of stone"

67. "When we get older, will we regret this?"

68. "But I can't help from asking, are you bored yet?"

69. "Will you tell the truth, so I don't have to lie?"

70. "Let the world just pass me by."

71. "They tell me I'm a god."

72. "Is there a real me? Pop the champagne"

73. "When I rule the world…"

74. “In other words, I love you.”

75. "Oh...liar"

76. "Dancing in the light to forget the night."

77. “It’s just a little, cliché?”

78. "I'm such a fucking loser...!"

79. "I'm a lie, I've been on that shit since '99"

80. "Dance to the distortion."

81. "I wish you were fine, yo chill!"

82. "Bring me a dream, make 'her' the cutest I've ever seen."

83. "Was it really necessary to wake me up?"

84. "Please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow"

85. "Wait don't go away!"

86. "Tell me, is it worth it?"

87. "Give me your love, give me your love."

88. "Oh? Don't you want to?"

89. "Kiss me?"

90. "Are you even fighting?"

91. "I couldn't help but notice your little lies, saying that you're fine."

92. "Why? Why do you have a gun?!"

93. "'She's' just a friend?"

94. "My my, I think we have a spy!"

95. "Oh I should be fine, but it's all too much!"

96. "Run away, but you're running in circles"

97. "You just don't know it yet. But you love me, and I love you the same."

98. "Say you're mine, please, I just need to hear you say it."

99. "No need to be so nervous, my darling."

100. "Won't you stay?"

Can't wait to see what you guys request!! <3

~ Mod Bubs

[astrologymaniac22]

SEX TRASH POST.

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Where is your Mars and is the description correct?

** I shouldn't have to say this but I will. NO KINK SHAMING.

Mars in Signs and Erogenous Zones/Kinks

Mars can show what sexual desires you may have, and I decided to show you more about the Mars Signs and how it affects our “primal” instincts. (I need to mention that the Mars aspects count a lot as well, also the house in which is placed)

MARS IN ARIES

• Those people love rough sex and may like to include a little bit of pain in the sexual act.

• They like to dominate and dislike submission.

• Their sensitive spot is the whole head (if I can say that). They may enjoy hair pulling, ear biting.

• Hair Pulling is the best way to make an Aries Mars wanting to scream your name or call you different names.

• As we were talking about names. They may love to be called “daddy/mommy” because it gives them the power they dream about.

• They are the types to scratch their partner’s back and be actually very proud of their act.

MARS IN TAURUS

• These people are into BDSM a lot and they can enjoy choking as well as fore play.

• They don’t like the sex to be rough, because they need a romantic connection with their partner to feel good.

• Those people may like including food in their act

• They may enjoy having a sexual act after dinner or on the table.

• They are switches, but would rather dominate than submit.

• Men and Women can have neck kinks and love to leave hickeys on their partner’s neck. They may get turned on by small things.

• They get very sensitive when they receive kisses on the neck.

MARS IN GEMINI

• Mars in Gemini people are a lot into dirty talking.

• They like to talk while having the act because they consider communications very important.

• They are the types to rather talk about sexual acts than actually realizing them.

• They can get turned on by stories and/or intelligence and talkative people.

• Men with this placement love hand jobs a lot (more than the average man) and the women love fingering a lot.

• The women might get turned on by men with glasses.

• Those people may enjoy finger sucking a lot.

MARS IN CANCER

• Those people are a lot into breasts, like, u know, boobies.

• Men prefer women with a big chest.

• There are two types of Cancer Mars:

1) Mama’s boy: they are very attached to their mom and they talk a lot about her and they really value her opinion. They will try and find a partner that resembles their mother.

2) Mommy issues: they are very attached to people that show the love they didn’t received from their mom.

• In both of those cases, the result is that:

1) Men/Women love touching nice and big chests (especially men, of course).

2) Men/Women get sensitive when you touch their chest.

• They are soft, so don’t take them too hard. They love to nurture and they may find being called Mommy/Daddy a real turn on.

MARS IN LEO

• Those people love role play.

• They like to be served and probably called “Master.”

• Their back is pretty sensitive so biting his shoulders or scratching their back is a great turn on.

• They might enjoy being the pleasers.

• They are the types to want to become ‘actors’ in bed(if u know what I mean).

• They might as well enjoy hair pulling.

• Leo is an animal, so don’t be surprised if they start to act like one.

• They would feel very nice hearing screams from their partner.

MARS IN VIRGO

• They aren’t as ‘pure’ as some people may think.

• They are the types to love to submit to their partner.

• They have sensitive abdomen so don’t be surprised if when you touch their abdomen they will shiver.

• They like to be a sex slave, but, only if you are clean enough.

• Also, the back of their neck is also a sensitive spot.

• As an earth sign, they may fall for much older partners or even a sugar daddy.

• They want to feel special to their partner, so threat them how they deserve to be threated.

• I’m sure they will enjoy being called Babyboy/Babygirl.

side note: Those are NOT my notes! the credit goes to @ onenormalperson4012 :)

(i'm just reposting them)

[lsholland]

London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me. 

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

*

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.