#Tom x Mary

[things-keeping-me-up-at-night]

Just wanted to say I fully agree with your take on Mary/Tom from Downton Abbey. Felt like the show totally lost the plot around both characters after Matthew and Sybil died and one of the few good things that gave Mary in particular any growth was her relationship with Tom. Honestly wish they'd gone there

Absolutely! Julian Fellowes even said he considered putting them together later on in the show, so it makes sense how romantically charged the tension between them feels during that part of the show.

They share a genuine connection and motivation for the future, they are each other’s allies, they truly trust each other, and, again, have great chemistry, all of which wasn’t the case with their respective love interests by the end. It would have been a more powerful statement at the end of the show too; that someone neither of them would have related to (or even necessarily respected) at the beginning of the show would end up becoming the person they want to spend their life with.

(I also think Mary’s guilt over her feelings for him would have made a much more believable motivation for her behaviour in season 6 than her poorly written and executed relationship with Henry and it would explain why Tom was so adamant about getting them together as well- for the same reason. I know many fans would not have agreed with that, which is why I honestly thought they would both end up alone and just running Downton together as family in the show, but that didn’t happen either. That big “aha” moment they were building up to being that, despite nothing pointing to that, Mary actually did want to be with Henry (again, one of the “least” of her love interests) just felt disappointing to me considering all the directions they could have gone with this.

Considering one of the main reasons I kept watching the show at that point was their relationship (as friends, family or romantic partners), I haven’t really rewatched that part of the show which makes it a lot easier to convince myself that the show actually did go there in the end lol

Anyway, it was really nice to see someone else share that opinion, so thank you!

[gaitwae]

Mary Crawley finds she is pregnant with a dead man’s child. The chauffeur finds she’s desperately in need. Two unlikely partners make a deal.

[satoshy12]

Bruce:" I am not collecting children! They find me!"

Flash:"Yeah, right. Don't believe you."

Bruce: "What do you think? I put my arms out, and a new child falls into my arms to adopt!"

To show case it,

Bruce stretched out his arms only for two babies to land in his arms. With a name tag on them. Daniel and Marinette.

Bruce:" This doesn't prove anything."

+

Bruce is on speaking terms with their families. As the meta-babies most often teleported, Maddie and Jack met Sabine and Tom. And now they talk at least once a week, as Bruce and family is kind of part of it too.

[tomssexdoll]

can you PLEASE do 2009 (braids) Tom x virgin reader who’s like really embarrassed and reluctant to tell him that she’s not experienced at all since he’s so experienced so like one day he tries to have sex with her but he’s like moving too fast and she gets overwhelmed and finally tells him she’s never done anything before and they have gentle sex🙏🙏🙏🙏

YUH

good girl

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N is inexperienced in sexual things, one day her boyfriend Tom starts to make sudden moves on her, she has never told Tom she has no experience since he was super experienced and she was ashamed. Eventually she cracks, telling him and leading to him gently doing the nasty with her A/N: hi WARNINGS: teasing, dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary)

"Come here baby.." Tom patted his lap, ushering for me to go and sit on it. I smiled and walked towards him, sitting gently on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes Tom?" I kissed him softly, his hands found their way to my ass, gripping it tightly. My heart started to race a little, nervous about what was about to come from this.

"You're so hot.." he mumbled, kissing my neck softly, one of his hands trailing up to my breast and cupping it through the thin material of my top.

"Baby.." I gasped, my heart basically beating in my ears now. He pulled me off his lap, laying me down on the couch and getting on top of me, continuing to softly kiss my chest.

He lowered onto my chest, pulling my top off and exposing my bare breasts. "Fuck..such a naughty girl" he chuckled, kissing my nipples gently.

I watched as he grabbed his erection on top of his pants, "fuck.." he groaned lowly, my mind raced with a million thoughts, not being able to tell him that I wasn't quite ready.

I had never told him that I'd never done anything sexual before, ever. Since he was so experienced with women it was embarassing, a prude girlfriend to a sex god boyfriend.

He pulled his pants off slowly, his cock straining against his boxers, precum leaking onto them. I bit my lip, not knowing how to bring it up. As he started to take my short off I panicked, shoving his hands off and sitting up.

His eyes darted to mine, full of worry, "what's wrong baby?" he frowned. I sighed, deciding to come clean. "I...fuck.." I sighed "I've never actually done anything sexual before..." my cheeks flushed with embarassment, I looked away, not bearing to look at him or his reaction.

He chuckled softly, "really? A girl as beautiful as you had no experience?" I stuttered on my words, close to crying "i-i...yeah..i'm sorry" I brought my hand up to my eyes, wiping spilling tears.

He winced, a hand reaching out to my cheek, "oh baby don't be ashamed, it's fine" he smiled lovingly, I looked back at him, nodding.

"We can go slow if you want to..I'm sorry I rushed you, you just turn me on so much" he chuckled, I smiled "yeah we can go slow, be gentle please" I whimpered.

He layed me back down, "I will, don't you worry" he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, removing my shorts, along with my panties in a swift motion. He groaned as he saw my pussy, wet for him.

"You're so wet.." he palmed his erection again, "is that bad?" I looked up at him, "oh no baby that's great, it means you're turned on" he laughed, slowly pulling his cock out.

My eyes widened at the size, not being able to comprehend if it would actually fit or not. "Tom..i think it's too big" I bit my lip, he sighed "it might hurt but I promise I'll be gentle" I hesitated but decided he should take control, he did have the most experience anyway.

He alinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in. I winced at the pain, holding onto his arms tightly, my nails digging in them as he went in further. His movements stopped halfway, "fuck..won't go in" he groaned, he spit in his hands and rubbed it onto the rest of his cock.

"I might have to force it in baby..just relax" he kissed me softly, shoving it in me. I cried out, my legs trembling. He instantly rubbed my clit, thrusting in and out to make me forget about the pain.

"Shh baby, it's ok" he kissed my neck softly, the pain soon turned into pleasure, his thrusts faltering a bit to be gentle. His cock softly slid in and out of me, stretching me out.

"Mmm.." I moaned quietly, wrapping my arms around his back, my tits pressing against his chest. "So tight..fuck" he grunted, quickening his pace a little.

His touch was soft, caressing my thighs lightly, "you're so beautiful..so sexy" he whispered, kissing my lips gently. "I love you.." I smiled, he smiled back "I love you too baby."

"Faster..please..." I begged, whimpering softly, he nodded and slammed his hips into mine, hitting my g spot. I moaned, digging my nails into his back, feeling my release approach quickly.

"Gonna cum.." I mumbled, he grinned and reached up to cup my breasts, squeezing them softly and thrusting into me faster.

I felt a knot build in my stomach, coiling tighter as he keep thrusting into me. I could feel the tension build in his cock too, "fuck..gonna cum baby..cum with me" he reached down and rubbed my clit again.

I moaned loudly, clenching around his cock tightly and releasing, cumming all over his cock. He whined loudly and shot his load deep into me, riding out our highs and fucking his cum into me.

He eventually collapsed on top of me, regaining his breath "fuck..you were amazing" he chuckled softly, kissing my forehead softly and moving stray hairs away from my face. I could barely speak, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Oh baby.." he smiled and flipped us over, letting me rest on his chest.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @syylss @miyukafujii @ge-billsgf @ballhair @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

[l3xi3luv]

Every time I open the door to trick or treaters I think of James Potter doing the same but 42 years ago.

I think of James opening the door with a wide smile and deer antlers to what Lily and him thought were the last of the neighborhood kids but instead he is met with Peter Pettigrew.

Peter Pettigrew who is a long life time friend. Peter Pettigrew who has the Dark Lord standing behind him. Peter Pettigrew who is a traitor. And at first James is excited to see Peter; he thought that Peter had decided to join them and ditch whatever plans he had prior.

But instead, with fear in James’ eyes, he tells Lily to take Harry and run. And so she does. And James Potter dies infront of Peter Pettigrew thinking he protected and saved his wife and child. But he didn’t. Because only minutes later, was Lily Evans Potter telling her son, Harry, that she and James love him dearly as she hold him tightly. Only minutes later, was Lily Evans’ dead on the floor.

And only hours later, was Sirius Black walking into the once sweet looking cottage in Godrics Hallow to see his brother and sister-in law dead. Only hours later, was Sirius Black framed for the murder of the Potters and sent to Azkaban. And only hours later, was Remus Lupin getting a very sad phone call from Mary McDonald.

[such-g00d-luck]

you know it hits hard

[gaitwae]

Chapter 11 of Where Cupid’s Arrow Lies!

[tomssexdoll]

can you do 2023-24 tom with a younger reader (not weirdly younger but maybe she’s like 26-27 and she’s still a virgin cause she was never ready😓😓) and she gets like super horny one day and gets tom to help her out like litt begs him multiple times, and at some point he’s a bit too rough and she’s like whining and crying cause she never knew he was THIS BIG and he’s like “you wanted this so bad and begged for it now take it”

THEN CUTE AFTERCARE WITH PRAISING AND STUFF

ps: lysm lysm keeping my puss wet everyday with your stories smooch smooch 😚😚

YES POOKIE DOOKIE

Me and my older boyfriend Tom have been going out for 5 years, we first met when I was 22 and he was 27, we only have a 7 year age gap so it never really bothered me.

He was always kind and caring, spoiling me and taking me onto tours with him. Our first few months were very lovey dovey, dates all the time, super affectionate.

Now it's similar but toned down, we know how much we love each other so we don't express it all the time, kissing and cuddling is all we need. He still takes me out on dates, every Saturday and gets me flowers every 4 weeks whenever the last one dies.

I'm still a virgin and Tom knows, he respects that I was never really ready, we of course did other stuff but he knows how precious my virginity is to me.

One day I felt burning in between my heat but it felt different, my mind was racing with thoughts of his cock. I had a sudden change of heart, wanting to finally fuck him, it had been too long and I needed it urgently.

I went up to him, rubbing his shoulders sensually "baby..." I whined, causing him to look up from his work. "Yes love?" he smiled softly, I sighed "i need you..m' so horny.." I mumbled, his eyes widened, rubbing the small of my back, "baby..i..are you sure? I don't think it's a good idea.." he bit his lip, closing his computer and standing up.

I rolled my eyes, "I know what I want Tom" looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows, "I still don't think it's a good idea, you've never even seen my cock..." he caressed my cheek softly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, cmon" I tugged on his arm, pouting softly, he shook his head, "no baby, you're going to get hurt" he said sternly, visibly frustrated.

I crossed my arms, "please Tom!" I whimpered, giving him doe eyes to hopefully make him cave, and it worked perfectly. He sighed and kissed me softly, "fine, get in the bedroom and strip" he turned me around and tapped my ass, signalling for me to hurry.

I rushed to the bedroom and practically ripped my clothes off, jumping on the bed and waiting for him, legs spread wide open. He eventually made it into the room, a tent formed in his pants and a hungry look in his eyes.

"Fuck baby.." he groaned, climbing onto the bed and taking his pants off, along with his boxers, revealing his huge veiny cock. My eyes widened at the size, not expecting him to be that big.

I winced slightly, looking up at him, my eyes full of concern. He reached over to the nightstand and got a small bottle of lube, rubbing it on his cock softly.

"Can't wait to fuck that tight pussy.." he smirked, holding my hips and pulling me closer, his tip hovering over my entrance, ready to go in at any second.

"Hold onto me baby it might hurt" I nodded and wrapped my arms around his toned body, stuffing my face into his neck as he slowly pushed in, painfully stretching me out. "Ah!" I cried out, biting down onto his shoulder.

"Almost there baby..doing so well" he groaned, shoving in the rest of his thick cock, giving me a moment to rest before snapping his hips back and slamming into me, creating a rough pace.

"Mm.." I rolled my eyes back, his tip stabbing at my sweet spot, pleasure coursing through my body with each thrust. "You like that, hm?" he groaned, pounding his cock into my tight pussy.

I nodded, my head hazy from how big he was, my pussy not being able to handle it. He continued to slam himself into me, fucking me roughly.

"Fuck!" I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly and pulling him in further. His hands snaked up to my tits, squeezing them as he dove his head into my chest, kissing and sucking on one of my nipples, his finger grazing against the other.

I arched my back, throwing my head back from all the pleasure. It was too intense, his tip kissed my cervix, abusing my g spot. "Such a good girl..taking my cock so well.." he growled lowly, his balls slapping against my ass.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room, the headboard slamming into the wall, creating a small dent. "Gonna make you scream" he grinned, fucking me harder now, his cock slamming into me at an inhuman pace.

It started to become too much, his cock too big for my pussy as it cruely abused my hole, "too big!" I cried out, my legs slightly shaking, "ah tom!" I whimpered, he groaned "shut up, you wanted this so bad and begged for it, now take it" he spat, pounding into me.

I whined more, mascara filled tears running down my cheeks as I felt my orgasm nearing, a knot forming in my stomach. "Cum on this cock" he mumbled, eyes fixated on my pussy as his cock disspeared inside.

I scratched at his back, my pussy clenching around his cock. "Ohh yes cmon!" he cried out, hand coming down to my clit and rubbing harsh circles, "fuck!" I screamed out in pleaure, my pussy clamping down on him harshly as I came all over his cock, "yess!" he groaned and shot his load into me, painting my insides white.

Tom collapsed on me, panting and placing a sloppy kiss on my lips, "fuck..princess that was so good" he chuckled, flipping us over and laying me on his chest. I was so out of breath I couldn't even talk, just holding onto him tightly as he lightly stroked my hair, comforting me from how hard he fucked me.

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @ge-billsgf @ballhair @bkaulitzlover @charliesgoodboy

[northbndtrain]

What were you talking to Branson about? When I came into the yard?

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

voldemort had a crush on sirius and when sirius didn't join him & joined his ex-crush's party instead he got mad and took his brother who he didn't even gaf about

[anderperrylover]

IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN - PERIOD DRAMA EDITION

EDIT - PROLLY NOT PERIOD DRAMA EDITION CAUSE I INCLUDED ICONS FROM LOTR :)

[things-keeping-me-up-at-night]

A MILLION TIMES YES to Jess/Jules and Tom/Mary, I just pretend both of these are canon (and it’s not that hard based on the source material tbh).

Honestly the main thing I dislike about the Downtown Abbey ending and the movies is both of their mediocre (at best) and rushed romances. I don’t like Henry at all and don’t particularly care for Lucy either, and I honestly would have preferred for both of them to remain single to these romances, but as much as I loved him and Sybil and her and Matthew, I found myself rooting for them to get together so hard by the end, they were such a great team and had a amazing chemistry.

I also putting the two of them together would have provided a better opportunity for the show to show Mary grow as a person instead of basically having her be the same as she was in S1 for the sake of drama and forcing her into a relationship she clearly didn’t want.

As for Jess and Jules, yeah, it is so obvious that these two are the real romance of the movie, I will never understand why they decided against it.

What are your top 5 non canon ships?

Hi anon! This is a great question

Buffy/Faith. You know I had to rewrite this list because I hadn't included Buffy/Faith as in my head I treat them as canon. This is probably the ship I go hardest for. They just really hit so many right notes for me.

Rachel/Quinn. Listen. These two had a chokehold on me when I was very very young and watched Glee. We all have a past and some of us genuinely got into Glee. They had so much subtext and chemistry. I still think of them fondly sometimes, even if I try and black out all things Glee from my brain.

Wednesday/Enid. I just really love this dynamic and while they aren't canon (yet), I'm excited to see where their relationship goes even if it stays platonic. They've also really reignited my love for writing as they're just a blast to write for.

Jess/Jules. Bend it Like Beckham. The fact that this was literally meant to be the story still breaks my heart to this day. As a kid I was obsessed with this movie and I just really wish we could all go back in time and remake this the way it was intended to be.

Tom/Mary on Downton Abbey. This one is very out there and I'm probably completely alone in this opinion. But Downton Abbey is a comfort show to me despite how it really peaked in s3 and then had many ups and downs. Tom and Mary had chemistry and would have been a fun way to shake everything up sometime in s5.

[liquid-luck-00]

Red Binding 1

Maribat March Day 1: Origins

@maribat-calendar-events @maribatserver

Next

Trigger for implied neglect, blood, and violence towards a minor

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Marinette was, what most would consider a normal, happy, child. But that was far from the truth.

She was ten when she finally noticed something was off.

Her parents as much as she loved them and they said that they loved her. Never made time for her. Never asked more than how was her day, so she would ramble about anything and everything. She never had a curfew and her parents never seemed to worry. That's when the bullying began.

She was eleven when she recognized that the bakery was the top priority and not her.

Her school life was in shambles. Her friendships were strung by a thread, with even a whisper from Chloé, they would abandon her.

So when a small box appeared in her room, at the age of twelve, and from it a small red creature asked her to leave with them she agreed. They talked for hours, extending for days (a bit over a week in total), before she was truly good and ready to leave Paris. They spoke about their lives (existence in Tikki’s case), the powers and responsibilities that would be placed upon Marinette, but most of that time they enjoyed one another’s presence.

The creature listened to her, actually listened to what she had to say, gave her a choice, so she agreed to follow the creature.

In the middle of the night she packed a small bag and stood in the center of her room. "Are you ready, Marinette?" The creature, Tikki they called themselves, chirped. "As much as I can be." She looked the creature in the eyes and everything spun. It felt as if she was floating, or not, as she slammed onto the stone floor.

When she stood up, she dusted herself off and looked around. She was in a well kept garden, the air was thin, but the moon was bright over head.

"ལགས་སོ། ཁྱེད་རང་ཕེབས་བྱུང་།" A voice startled her as she jumped from the sound.

"Who are you?" She questioned. "Where am I?"

The man was still, he didn't seem to hear her, or maybe he didn't understand.

"ང་དང་མཉམ་དུ་ཤོག" The man turned and walked into a building that looked like some sort of temple. She stood there staring where the man used to be before he turned back. His even strides carried him right to her. "ངས་རང་ཉིད་ལ་བསྐྱར་ཟློས་མི་བྱེད།" The man's tone surprised her, she jumped to her feet, following him at a brisk pace.

Lanterns lit the walls of the hall, no doors or even windows could be seen. The two of them walked in silence for what seemed a half hour, but she couldn't tell. She tried to remember the path, but there were too many turns and steps to remember.

They stopped at an ornate circular red door, that was roughly twelve meters in diameter. Golden knots were carved expertly into the wood.

He stepped aside as if she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know what. So Marinette stepped forward and placed a hand on a golden vein.

A flash of golden light erupted from where her hand touched the wood, as it swung open on silent hinges.

She had turned away, in an attempt to shield her eyes.

"Welcome, child." A voice from inside was warm and she stepped forward.

She wanted to say something but thought better. Yes she understood this new voice, but the man before she still has no idea what he said. She just followed him and he led her here.

"Do not fear to speak child." The voice came from everywhere, echoing through the large cavern. What looked like an island garden sat in the middle. A giant oak tree with flowers blooming in complete darkness sat at this center. Chimes rang thought the branches without any wind.

"Who are you?" She finally asked, voice small, as she looked around. "Where am I?"

Chimes rang almost resembling laughter. "I am known as the supreme. As to where you are, you are with the Order of Miraculii, my child of creation."

"Order? Creation? Where is Tikki?" She started rambling questions in the hopes of at least one being answered.

"All will be answered in time." Chimes once again filled the cavern.

"སུའུ་晗་ང་ཚོའི་ན་གཞོན་སྲུང་མཁན་ལ་བཀའ་སློབ་གནང་རོགས།"

"ཁྱོད་ཀྱིས་བཀའ་གསུང་གནང་བ་བཞིན་དུ་ངའི་བླ་ན་མེད་" The man spoke with a bow, before placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the cavern.

He led her to a room that was somewhere deep in the temple, at least she assumes it is. The room was simple, a four poster bed sat against the far wall. A desk was set next to it with a bookshelf that was carved into the wall above it. A dresser was next to the door, and a thick rug was spread underfoot.

"Tikki."

"Yes." The little god appeared in front of her with a poof.

"What’s going to happen now?"

"There is a lot for you to learn, but for now rest. The morning will come soon."

•••

Jason didn’t know why he left that night.

Scratch that he knew exactly why.

Bruce and Dick were arguing again, and no matter where he was at the manor he still heard them. But it wasn’t them it was Cathrine and Willis fighting for the uptenth time. So he did what he always did, he snuck out.

He was running roof tops trying and failing to get the voices out of his head. The weather was starting to change and a sludge of rain and snow fell around him. If only…

He shot out to grapple to the next building but with the semi frozen and slick exteriors the hook slipped. He began to free fall, as the line retracted, and everything was quiet. He heard his heart flutter then a sharp click. The line was back and he shot it again, this time it landed. He was yanked and thrown into a graceful arc before landing on another roof.

He stood in the middle of the high rise roof. Completely soaked but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay in this quiet for a little while longer. He sneezed, breaking him from his stupor, sure the suit helped keep him relatively dry, but it didn’t do much for the cold, less still for his head that was completely out to the elements.

He kicked a few rocks that were strewn in the roof in an attempt to warm up, but stopped when some sort of metal glinted underfoot.

He reached down and found a ring, and when his fingers wrapped around the metal a flash of green illuminated the rooftop.

"Finally!" A nasally voice echoed around him. "I thought you were never going to notice it."

"Who are you?" He half whispered half yelped. "Show yourself." He reached for a batarang.

"No need kitten." A tiny cat like creature floated up to his eye level. "Names Plagg, and you are?"

He didn’t answer, he’ll he didn’t know if this was real or if he might actually be asleep. He gripped the batarang, feeling as it sliced through his glove straight to his hand.

"Not asleep." He whispered to himself. "So what are you?" He attempted to poke the creature with his finger, but it easily evaded him. It took hold of the ring and dropped it on to his finger.

"I am a kwamii, specifically of chaos and destruction." They puffed their chest, watching as the ring emanated a soft glow before it stopped. "And you are my kitten."

"I’m not your anything." He didn’t want to be involved with magic, it only seemed to cause problems, if the reports Bruce had was anything. "It started with that ring, right?"

"Yes an…" He didn’t let him finish speaking, he tried to pull the ring off, but it was gone.

"What did you do?" His attention snapped to the supposed god, or whatever it was.

It was about to say something when his vision started to blur. Something heavy slammed into his head. He felt himself starting to crumple forward, laughter ringing behind him.

When he woke up, Jason was tied and laying face first in a dingy old storeroom or maybe a warehouse. There wasn’t much light except for three industrial lights towards the center of the room. And under the furthest one was the silhouette of a person.

"Is the birdie awake?" The voice was tinged with laughter, it sent chills down his spine. He knows who that voice belongs to.

I’m sorry.

"Let’s have some fun now!" Joker came into his view and then he noticed the item in his hand, but he couldn’t stop him. The crowbar swung down and it connected with his upper arm. He was thrown into a box to his right. The next hit was to his stomach, as he coughed up blood.

I’m sorry. He heard again, but Joker didn’t react to it. So he knows Plagg is in his mind.

Stop apologizing and talk. He thought, and he did.

Plagg told him a story. He tuned out best he could, but it was difficult whenever he would be thrown around. It even felt like Plagg was holding his breath at times, waiting for his attention to continue.

"Well it’s been fun, Boy Blunder, but you should go to bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth and say hello to the Big Bad Bat." He left him there in a heap on the floor, a ringing his ears silenced everything except for Plagg.

"Come on, get up! Please!" He saw Plagg flying in frantic circles over a box.

"There is a bomb, and…" Plagg placed two paws on his forehead before flying back, to where the bomb must be. "You will live, Kitten, I swear it."

A flash of green and black rolled over him, yet the blast of air did however destroy the building they were in. But he saw Plagg fly back to him. He felt him curl into his hair, his purring rhythmic, as he began to loose consciousness.

"What a waste." He felt someone turn him over. Changing the path of the blood on his face to stream into his mouth. It tasted like iron, and dirt, and it burned his throat. "I will see you when you awaken."

His world went black, Plagg’s put was a constant rumble. The next time he opened his eyes it was dark, Plagg was on his chest staring at him, his green eyes glowing in the dark.

Steady breaths kitten. Plagg’s voice echoed in his mind, as he tried to explain what was happening. You’re in a coffin.

"How!?" He began to panic, but Plagg began purring which calmed him.

You need to stay calm, you can get out. Focus my power.

I don’t know how. He thought, not risking wasting the little air he had.

The ring on your finger is a focus for power. Do you feel the space my presence takes up within your mind?

He searched concentrating on Plagg’s voice and presence in his mind. Yes.

Good. Now pull that towards the ring. He pulled at it but there was a resistance, like a rubber band being stretched too far.

Slowly. He made the connection and his palm glowed with a faint black and green light. Now touch the area in front of you.

He did and as soon as he did the rubber band snapped back. But a hole big enough for him to pass though was above him, along with a foot of dirt above it. He was tired but he tried again. It was harder this time, but he managed. He touched the top of the dome, but only a few inches disappeared this time. He was about to try again when Plagg stopped him.

Don’t kid! You’re exhausted. Channeling magic requires energy along with training it, like any other muscle. We have to dig the rest of the way.

Fine. He huffed.

The ground was wet and soft from all the rain. But he knew if he didn’t hurry that would be an obstacle. It was starting to freeze. That’s how he knew he was getting close to the surface. Plagg had been moving the dirt into the casket, allowing him to stand. Yet he flew up to him this time with a broken piece of wood, and he knew just what he needed it for. He finally broke through the surface and pulled himself up. He laid back, legs still in the hole, but he stared at the cloudy sky, taking giant gulps of air.

"I knew you could do it, Kitten." Plagg stiffened and his hackles rose before disappearing. Guard yourself.

What do you mean?

"You were quicker than I thought." A feminine voice carried through the cemetery. He stiffened, knowing what Plagg was warning him of. "Now let us be off."

Someone grabbed him and he tried to fight them, but he was exhausted and they weren’t.

Next

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hi! i was wondering if you could do a corio x plinth reader where he aproches her bc she is a plinth (and she notices and gets mad bc she think that corio takes her for a stupid girl who would just fall for his lies) but he slowly falls for her. i would really like if it ends well, like them together. i hope you understood my idea, i love your work btw.

:O omg wait I HAVE to write this now, I'll tag you when I make a final one but heres a little drabble.

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You chuckle and hisses under your breath slightly while your classmate Coriolanus Snow continued to try and garner your attention.

"Corio do you think I'm stupid? I know what you want Darling and it's not me. I suggest you scurry along here before I put in a bad word to my father about how this boy in my class can't seem to leave me alone in peace to do my school work. Are we clear?"

Coriolanus took a step back, his mouth agape from the shock of what was just said to him. The people that say that 'the worst thing thing she can say is no' clearly have never talked to this girl before. He took a sharp inhale before a smirk spread on his face.

"That is where you're wrong I'm afraid. I love your feist though Ms. Plinth, simply another challenge and Snow always lands on top."

His body glided so elegantly through the air as he walked to look over your shoulder, leaning down so close you could feel his breath against your neck.

"by the way y/n... the answer is 3 not 67, I can't even process how you'd make that kind of mistake but if you ever need help with math, let me know"

He whispered in your ear before standing up and leaving the room. The whole interaction caused a shiver to go down your spine in shock before the anger set in. Who does this man think he is? And what a cringy tag line, "Snow always lands on top"? please. We will just have to see about that one.

A/N: let me know if that's sort of the direction your looking for! I really like this idea, I think it'll have to be a slower burn two parter, almost a enemies to lovers thing but the 'enemies' aspect isn't that extreme and I DO WANT IT TO END WITH THEM TOGETHER!! in desperate need to write some fluff after the amount of Tolerate It I'm working on lmao