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[grandline-fics]

If request are open, could I ask for a pt. 2 of the siren song/hearing you sing, for Law, Marco and Ace please?

DESCRIPTION: The first time they hear you sing captivates them

WARNINGS: None

CHARACTERS: Law, Marco, Ace, Crocodile, Kid

WORDS: 2,612

A/N: Thank you for this request, I'm fond of this idea so I'm glad to revisit it with more characters. I hope you like what I came up with for these guys

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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LAW

When Law begins to ponder things he’s relentless until his curiosity is sated and the answer he sought was his. Usually these pursuits in knowledge took a small amount of time to accomplish because of how driven he would be and what he needed to know would be in one of the many hefty books in his, nestled somewhere amongst the thin papers and tiny printed words. However if the clear answer wasn’t there, at the very least his books pointed him in the right direction of an island or person who could tell him what his mind was currently fixated on knowing. This current question however could not be revealed to him through books or other masters of particular fields of intellect. No, the only person who could relieve him of this question was you. The question: what did you sound like when you sang?

It had honestly been something he’d never given much thought before. The cause for the nagging question had come one evening when he’d emerged from his study one evening and came across Bepo who was in a more cheerful mood than normal. Curious about the clear change in his navigator, Law couldn’t help but ask for the cause. It surprised Law to hear your name come from Bepo’s mouth. Then the surprise became confusion, you’d been part of the crew for a while now, why would you suddenly affect him? Obviously needing more information, Bepo continued. “I heard them sing! They’re amazing, it’s put me in a great mood ever since.”

While Law knew music could affect a person’s mood, he hadn’t seen something so strong which began to stir his curiosity more. Already he wanted to hear your singing for himself, mostly to see if the change in mood was something that happened for everyone that heard it but also because on the slightly childish reason he was annoyed Bepo had heard you sing before he had. He was aware of his attraction to you and to know that you were a singer only furthered his interest in getting to know you better. However he couldn’t just order you to sing for him, that’d be overstepping things entirely and while he was your Captain, he wasn’t going to act like you were his to order about to please his personal whims. No, if he was to hear you it would have to come about naturally. 

Sadly he wasn’t able to hear you for himself right away. With the current layout of the crew’s work patterns and the long stretch of travelling through a particularly turbulent part of the sea it meant everyone was laser focussed on their tasks to ensure the Polar Tang navigated the waters safely. This meant very little time for relaxing. For the duration of the journey everyone mostly ate their meals and went to bed in the spare windows of time they had between shifts. It wasn’t until the submarine surface at the new island that everyone let out a sigh of relief. Since you were the last one on watch you wanted more than anything to go and sleep. You could explore the island later and returned to the sleeping quarters while the others prepared for disembarking. 

Law knew the island was a peaceful one so he opted to stay behind while you slept, letting everyone else explore. He’d even let the Polar Tang stay above the water’s surface and enjoyed the quiet this rare occurrence brought. Without the echoing sound of the water enveloping the Tang, without the sounds of footsteps against the metal floors and heavy doors shutting, and without the constant whirl and hum of the engines and computers, Law found himself enjoying the  peace as he lay on his sofa, eyes closed in contentment. Then he finally heard the answer to the question. 

Through the empty corridors, the song broke out and carried itself clear and alluring. Law sat upright and looked to his partly opened door as your remarkable voice practically called to him, pulling him from his seat and urging him to come closer to the source and he went oh so willingly, it was practically hypnotic. In a blink it seemed, he was standing in the doorway leading to the stairwell that would take him to the top deck. There you sat on one of the steps, singing perfectly and smiling when you saw him approach. When the song came to it’s natural end you had a look of satisfaction on your face. 

“I’ve always been curious about how good the acoustics were when the ship was silent. Definitely better than I’d hoped.” You explained. Law couldn’t help but chuckle, glad that both of you had found the answers to the questions you’d had and that for both of you it was more than worth the wait.

MARCO

Truth be told Marco hadn’t really paid you much notice when you first joined the Whitebeard Pirates. He learned your name and face at the first introduction and some of your medical history out of necessity but because you were in Izou’s division, everything else about you was a mystery and not exactly one he’d be in a hurry to unravel. For the first months of your recruitment, polite conversation only happened in the groups and parties on and off the ship. There wasn’t much one on one time between you both so you just melded into the background for the most part, only coming into view when you were needed. As long as you were loyal to the family that was the crew, pulled your weight and worked hard that was all that mattered. 

Then after a while, Marco did begin to take a slight notice. In fights you were capable and swift, able to act without hesitation while also making sure you weren’t acting foolishly and out of impulse. Everything you did had a purpose. You also had a good sense of humour and attitude that allowed you you settle in amongst the others quickly. You also weren’t afraid of voicing your own opinion and were ready to argue your point if something disagreed with you. Sometimes he’d find himself on the receiving end of that but anything you gave him, he’d return in kind. There was no real animosity between you both, any arguments between you were swiftly settled and you both returned to your own coexistence on the ship. 

Sometime along the way, Marco began to notice that Whitebeard held a certain soft spot for you, he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it came from or when but it had left him curious about it all the same. Still, he didn’t pry into Pops’ reasoning for this. Whitebeard’s business was his own, for all Marco knew you simply reminded him of someone from his past. Knowing he’d probably never know, Marco pushed the curiosity and settled his mind on the things that were important such as the care of Pops and the crew. 

Then one night when Pops’ pain had flared to the point he found himself unable to sleep and not even the soothing flames of Marco’s Devil Fruit could remove the ailment entirely, Whitebeard asked for you. It wasn’t long before the nurse that had been sent to get you reappeared with you following close behind. With a kind smile, you approached his enormous bed and sat on the edge with enough room to ensure there was space for Pops to remain undisturbed. 

“Rough night Pops?” You asked with a knowing look. 

“Could say that, or maybe I just wanted my children to fuss over me a little more.” Whitebeard grinned, always trying to reassure and keep things light. Despite his words, he dismissed the nurses until it was just you and Marco in the room with him. 

“So what will I start with tonight?” You asked gently. “Your favourite one from home?”

“Yeah, always like that one.” Whitebeard nodded, letting his eyes close so he could focus on Marco’s flames while you began to sing. 

Marco’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice, so strong and yet so sweet, pulling his focus from Pops’ face to look fully at you. You controlled your singing expertly, the sound just as reassuring and soothing to Pops, the song one he’d known since a boy, comforting him as an extra salve to his discomfort. Another form of healing and just as powerful as the Phoenix who continued to look at you in awe, with fresh eyes and he couldn’t help but think it was such a shame he’d allowed you to fall into the background for so long. Perhaps if he’d given you more notice sooner, he’d have been there the night Whitebeard had heard your singing while you were perched up in the Crow’s Nest and understood his soft spot for you from the beginning. 

When you finished your song, Marco uttered out a single word. “Beautiful.” You whirled your head around to finally meet his stare, eyes widened and lips parted in surprise. Cursing inwardly Marco cleared his throat and quickly looked away from the force of your eyes that he now found just has much power over him as your singing did. “The song.” He added, trying to recover his brief slip, not wanting to make you uncomfortable around him. “Pops is sleeping now. You can go back to bed if you want.” 

Slowly you looked away from Marco and you smiled to see Pops’ chest rising and falling steadily, already fast asleep and thankfully looking more peaceful than he had been. Still you remained where you sat and shook your head. “Nah, I’ll stay. He might wake up again.” You explained before looking back to Marco smiling at him, trying not to seem too eager. “You got a favourite song Doc?”

“A few…” Marco admitted with a relaxed smile, glad you had decided to stay.

ACE

It took a lot to get Ace angry; unwarranted and unnecessary violence to innocent civilians who couldn’t defend themselves was one thing, disrespect to Whitebeard was another. When someone somehow managed to combine both things at once? He was beyond furious. His hands shook as he stared at the townspeople trying to help each other whether with medical aid or helping to clean up what was ruined and find what was still salvageable. Ace ground his teeth together and balled his hands into tight fists, flames rippling over his arms in growing fury. “I’ll fucking kill them.” He snarled, beginning to step forward.

“Woah, woah there hothead.” You quickly darted in front of him and stopped his advance towards the ruined town centre. “Take a breath and calm yourself.” 

“Calm?” Ace demanded looking at you in anger. “This is Pops’ territory and someone’s attacked it. Look behind you! We have to get those bastards back it and these people!” Only a small group of you had been sent out to the island to investigate reports of an unallied ship sailing close. By the time you’d arrived, they’d already docked and begun to wreck havoc. None of you could let this stand. It startled Ace to see you weren’t taking it seriously, instead you were fixing your anger on him. 

“Take your own advice, Ace and look behind you.” You snapped harshly. “These people are terrified. We need to support them first, they’ve had enough of seeing violent pirates for one day. Pops’ people are the priority.”

“But-” Ace’s mind began to clear slightly from the angered haze that had settled over his eyes when he glanced behind you to look at the civilians. He took a slow breath and sighed. “I just want to make them pay.”

“Those nobodies aren’t getting away, we destroyed their ship the second we docked. They’re trapped here and the others will track them down in no time. Come on, let’s do what we can here first. These people need to see friendly faces.”

Ace hated how you were right. Taking another breath he calmed himself of his outward fury and nodded, signalling you to start walking towards the town. By the time the both of you came into their line of sight, you saw their initial panic fall away to relief. The older members of the town recognising you immediately and hurrying over. From them you learned that those who attacked hadn’t realised the island was Whitebeard’s territory until the sound of your ship approaching reached them. When they learned of their mistake they fled into the forest and mountains nearby. While you were glad it hadn’t been intended to be a declaration of war against Whitebeard, their attack would not be forgiven and their fates were sealed. 

Still though, you and Ace kept your minds firmly on the people, first aiding their cleaning of the mess made. Your calm personality and Ace’s naturally charming nature swiftly allowed the civilians to relax and fall into conversation with you, leading those that had been hiding with the children to come out. Immediately the children flocked to you and Ace in excitement, knowing they were safe. You grinned to see the youngsters ultimately decide in unison that Ace was the perfect target to climb on and a laugh broke from your lips to see four children were hanging onto his outstretched arms for dear life while their legs dangled in the air. 

You were happy to see that the children had managed to distract Ace from his earlier anger just as much as he had served to erase the fear these people held. Already you could feel the shift in energy and just as you’d finished the cleaning, the others in your group appeared triumphant with the news that the pirates that had attacked had been swiftly dealt with. Now in the need to celebrate, food was prepared and furniture was assembled to create an impromptu party to celebrate and turn the bad day into a good one. 

When the food was served you took pity on the children who still excitedly clung and pulled Ace who while was having fun, wanted nothing more than to eat and enjoy the meals he could smell. The others in his group, his family cruelly taunted him by declaring how good their food tasted. You laughed and rolled your eyes, taking pity on him faster than the others. You approached one of the townspeople who you’d helped locate his missing guitar and sat beside him, asking him to play a song you knew. Immediately his face broke out into a grin, he played the quick and cheerful song and you started to sing. 

Like a flick of a switch all of the children and Ace’s heads snapped towards you, immediately fixated with the sound. Some of the adults had even started to dance to the song. In all the time Ace had known you, flirted with you, adventured with you, how had he not known you sang? Even more, how had he never know you sang so beautifully? Even with him now free from the swarm of children who’d demanded his attention he was following them to where you were seated and singing, unable to look away and completely lost in the power of your voice. There was nowhere else he could possibly find himself wanting to go.

From their spot at the table, the remaining members of Whitebeard’s pirates in the group grinned at Ace’s expression and utter captivation in you. Slowly they shook their head at how their Division Commander was obviously smitten with you. They were already aware of his feelings for you and that was before he’d heard you sing. He was powerless against you.

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[pupkashi]

congrats on 1k followers jess!! I'm so glad I found your blog bc your writing is just amazing! here's to many more milestones!! can I request the prompt “i told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom!” from the champagne list with the silly white haired man aka gojo <333

thank u miya 🫶🏼 !! ilysm <333 i hope you enjoy :3

join the party!

you’re rushing around your apartment, struggling to put on your uniform as you fix your hair a bit.

“satoru have you seen my uniform top?” you shout, eyes landing on the closed restroom door, you knock quickly.

“yes?” he asks, the door only cracking open a bit so you can see a sliver of his face.

“I told you i have a meeting in an hour! get out of the bathroom i still have to brush my teeth and fix my hair and-” satoru closes the door on you.

“hey!” your brows furrowing and your voice going up a higher pitch.

“if i open this door then you’re gonna leave me!” he calls from behind the closed door.

“satoru it’s a meeting with the higher ups” you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. you had to leave now if you didn’t wanna be late. “I can’t afford to be late like you can, please” you beg, knocking on the door again.

satoru cracks the door open again.

“i haven’t seen you all week” the small pout on his face is evident even with only an eight of his face showing.

“i know pretty, I’m sorry” your lips turning downwards as he opens the door a bit more, “i won’t take long i swear” you promise, hoping it would encourage him to let you in the restroom.

but as soon as the door swings open and you’re about to step in, satoru is grabbing you, the air around you whooshing violently and the ground beneath your feet turning into the familiar floor of Jujutsu halls.

“what the fuck!” you scold, look at your boyfriend and smoothing you hair down, “satoru i look terrible what’s wrong with you? I’m wearing a stained shirt!” you cry, looking around, thankful no one else is in the hall.

satoru is quick to shield your body with his, peeling his black t shirt off and handing it to you, a smirk on his face as your eyes wander down to his abs.

“thought you were in a hurry?” he teases, you snicker before taking your dirty shirt off and replacing it with his, grumbling as you check your reflection in one of the windows.

“god they’re gonna think I’m so unprofessional, they’re gonna hate me and-” satoru cuts your words off by grabbing you by your waist and pulling you into him.

“you’ll be fine sweetheart, I’ll sweet talk ‘em when you’re through with them” he smiles, you shake your head as soon as the proposition leaves his mouth.

“if anything they’ll hate me even more by association!” your lover pouts at your words, kissing your cheek before letting you go. wishing you good luck as you walk into the room.

the meeting didn’t take long, and satoru was teleporting the two of you home in no time, glad to be back home with your lover.

“don’t ever teleport me away before I’m done getting ready” you say, looking up at your boyfriend, a grin on his face as he nods.

“okay i won’t” he says, already heading back towards the door.

“where are you going?” you ask, brows furrowing as he opens the front door.

“i had a meeting with them like three hours ago” he laughs, waving goodbye with a soft smile, “see you in a bit!”

“satoru gojo!” you scold, but the only response you get is a sing songy ‘love you~!’ as he closes the door behind him.

[halucynator]

Hey babe! Absolutely adore your writing! Do you have any recs?

Thanks! And yes! I'm so glad you asked. There's a lot though so it's gonna be a bit long x

Theodore Nott

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August: Theo asks you to be his fake-girlfriend but you understand the assignment a little too well.

Fearless: Based on the song fearless by Taylor Swift.

Maroon: A diary entry written during the War based on the song maroon by Taylor Swift.

Check out their other midnights collection entries!

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These ones are my favourite:

@the0doreslover: in love with their Theo fics!

Foolish one: In which you know you’re being foolish in liking Draco but will you finally learn your lesson? Theodore certainly hopes you do.

In my head: In which Theodore Nott is the man of your dreams. Literally. Who is his?

My favourite one is Cooking class xx

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I think he knows: you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

Now, I did some digging and @dreamcubed writes about other hp characters as well based on songs by Taylor Swift! Their work is amazing so go check them out! Sorry for the late mention, I just checked and realised that they have like a blog that revolves around hp characters xx

Electric touch: a cute guy stumbles into the coffee shop you work at and it alters your brain chemistry.

I thought you knew:“i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Want you: Based on the following prompts: Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.”  and "he doesn't even deserve to be breathing the same air as you"

Butterfly Love: Despite witnessing the death of his mother and being forced to grow under the watch of his Death Eater father, Theodore Nott is living proof that love and care bloom even in the most barren conditions. Maybe, they flourish even more.

Mattheo Riddle

@suugarbabe: their fics are absolutely magnificent. I recommend their saving grace series x the rest parts can be found on their blog x

These are some of my personal favourites:

Always: You & Theo have been best friends since year 1. Everyone things you and Theo are going to end up together but both of you like different people.

Drawings: based on prompts 'i never knew that about you...it's cute' and 'i can't believe I've never seen this side of you before'

Oblivious: contains smut Based on prompts "Are you really so oblivious?" And "Can I kill him now?"

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Some of my favourite mattheo fics are listed below x:

Black Quill: You never liked Umbridge, but who did? The woman was miserable and cruel. Her power in the school grew day after day.

Mattheo finds you crying alone: Imagine crying alone in the Astronomy Tower, hoping to escape everyone but Mattheo finds you

Torment : Reader is constantly bullied. Mattheo saves her from the bullies.

Everything and nothing: 1 2: where mattheo brings along a girl none of your group is fond of. Especially you. And the timing of it all is horrible.

Draco Malfoy

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These are my favourite Draco fics by them. Their Draco masterlist is here.

Even if it's dark: Summary: Despite being raised in a traditional pureblood household with an overly abusive father, Y/N Y/L/N teaches Draco that light can exist even in the darkest of places.

Mittens: When Draco is in a foul mood and unwilling to disclose his problems, Y/N resorts to her animagus form to get him to talk. 

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Falling: Where you are falling for the one boy who is known to break every girl´s heart.

False friends and true love: Where you get into a fight with your best friend and she reveals your feelings for a certain boy in front of everybody.

Ruin your life: Why would you kiss out of all the people the boy you hate the most in this world?

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Pretending: in which you watch Draco as he falls out of love with you

Cramps: In which Draco takes care of you whilst you’re on your period.

Bruises: 1 2: After years of being bullied by Draco, you finally stand up for yourself. However, you left him with more than a bloodied cheek and a bruised jaw.

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Amortentia: the rest parts can be found on that post. Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Unforgivable: Where y/n gets poisoned because of draco's behaviour

Taylor Swift

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[yuri-is-online]

Hi, there, again! 🌼

If it's not too much trouble, make a second and last request, I can request:

There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

With Silver, Jack and Sebek

Take your time and at your pace, bye 🌠🌌✍️💐

11. There is a really lovely moon outside tonight that you find yourself admiring, but if you would just turn around you would find someone admiring you.

Hello again yourself! Sorry this took forever! I hope you like this I was considering not putting that prompt on the list but I did anyway because I really like the moon. She does so much for romance, we should thank her.

notes: they/them used for Yuu. I should write more Silver the glomas made me think about him more, Jack gets made fun of, and Sebek is Sebek. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Silver

It is rude to stare, but Silver gave up willing himself not to blink a long time ago. He is afraid that he will put himself right to sleep and be forced to content himself with a hazy memory of your beauty. Not that he is opposed to dreaming of you, he is sure he does already anyway, he just... can't remember it.

"Silver?" He has been caught, you are blocking his vision, but he is only looking at you anyway so he finds himself smiling. "Are you ok?" You reach to check his forehead and he sighs happily into your touch.

"I'm glad you came to see if I was alright, but I promise I'm ok." You let him take your hand in his and guide you to sit next to him, he finds his smile widening but he can't see how you react. "I wonder if humans are warmer in your world."

"Oh um," he falls onto your shoulder, eyes closed but not asleep and reveling in the completely unfamiliar feeling "I don't think we are. Were? W-why would you think something like that?"

"Because I'm always really warm whenever I'm with you." He takes your hand into his lap and places his other over it, breathing deeply and slowly. "Oh and you are getting even warmer now! That's amazing. Unless it's not nice and you are uncomfortable?"

"No I'm fine." Your whisper tickles his ear even if it's not quite next to it. That's another thing he finds amazing about you, your voice has a really powerful effect on people when you lower it. That's the only way he can think to explain his increased heart rate. But then...

"Are you sure?" He opens his eyes to look up at you, your eyes aren't on him anymore, but they aren't on anyone else. You seem to be very determined to continue admiring the moon, even when he has placed himself in your grasp. There is a strange sort of ache in his chest at the thought of your voice being used on anyone else. "I would hate to be keeping you from anyone else..." You turn, more slowly than he would like but probably completely normally, to look at him and steal him back away to daydreams with your smile.

"Don't worry Silver," you squeeze the hands that hold you and rest your head on his "I'm right where I want to be. Promise." And so does he.

Jack

"Tale as old as tiiime~" Ruggie croons somewhere off to the side and Jack takes a deep breath and tries to remind himself that this is his valued senior. "True as it can be~" Someone he deeply admires, who he wants to think highly of him. "Barely even friends~"

"Zip it." Jack growls as soon as you turn towards the noise, not wanting his reverie to be interrupted just yet only to find Leona standing next to Ruggie with just as smug of a look on his face.

"Then somebody bends, unexpectedly~" He has a surprisingly nice voice. Jack really wishes the first time he heard his dorm leader sing was not at his expense. "Aww look Ruggie he's blushing. Didn't know he could do that."

"Shishishishi. And now that you've pointed it out his ears are drooping, poor baby is embarrassed."

"Of course I'm embarrassed," he growls more than grumbles, but Ruggie doesn't even bother pretending to be afraid, to say nothing of how unfazed Leona is "you don't gotta go airing my business for everyone."

"So there is somethin' there." Leona laughs and Jack makes the mistake of looking back towards you.

You have gone back to leaning on the balcony, the moonlight glitters off silk of your costume or maybe it's just his heartsickness messing with his head. Jack rather likes the moon himself, the tales of werewolves his parents would tell had always excited more than frightened him. There was something that just felt right about letting the moonlight embrace him, like he was meant to exist under it. The way moonlight looks on you makes him think the same thing; that maybe he is allowed to want to keep you here forever basking in its glow. He moves, he tells himself it's because Leona and Ruggie have started humming that dumb song again, but the pull of the moon drowns out every word as he stumbles inelegantly to your side.

"I was wondering when you were finally going to come out here." You are enviably relaxed, moving to make room for him on the balcony he takes all of, not wanting there to any ambiguity in why he is standing with you.

"Sorry you were waiting so long." His tail briefly touches your leg before he reels it back to its proper place as he tries to keep his eyes firmly placed on the moon.  He hears you take a deep, deep breath of air and turns to see the puff of steam that you exhale.  “Are you cold?”  He worriedly asks, mind already racing for a solution that doesn’t involve too much actual helping on his part.  But despite that desire he finds himself pulling you into his side before you can say anything.

"Well not anymore." Your voice is muffled by his embarrassment more than his weight. "Stay with me? The moon is too pretty to go back inside just yet." His worry is not enough to deny you.

Sebek

His place is by Lord Malleus's side. His hard won, honored place, the only thing he is allowed to desire is his praise. Sebek is aware more than anyone how merciful his lord is, he has so far to go to be worthy of anything other than the role he has been given, even as he screams for more at every given opportunity.

That is why all he is willing to allow himself to do is look. Look, long, and admire. Sebek can stare a hole deep enough to bury himself at your side as he silently praises the moonlight that shrouds his people for how well it suits your form. He knows his words are inelegant, that his prose is crude, that his knowledge of human courtship is-

"Go on." Master Lilia has descended from the ceiling causing someone (not him certainly) to startle. "You want to, don't you? It's a ball, you're a knight. Go on, talk to them."

His feet move before his mind does, bringing him into full view of the moon as he imagines you catching your breath as you turn to see him.

"Sebek! Have you come to look at the sky too?" You speak so freely, foolishly unconcerned with decorum and yet admirably free in yourself. "It's beautiful tonight."

"Why are you mumbling?" He grumbles himself, trying to focus on the soothing, cool light as you shrink into yourself. "I can barely hear you human, usually you have no trouble speaking to me." It's annoying really, considering how loud you can be to insult him by speaking so slowly now.

"The moon." You choke and refuse to elaborate. He fumbles around in his waist coat for a handkerchief and fussily hands it over.

"Humans are so weak." Don't get sick oh please don't get sick. "You should have accounted for this when picking your costume." If anything happens to you I'll get sick myself from worry. "You should be grateful Master Lilia noticed you were alone and sent me over to check on you."

"Thank you Sebek." You manage a normal tone before he makes it clear he intends to wipe your nose himself. He almost wishes you would speak and save him from the tenderness of the moment. But you don't you just let him do as he pleases and allow him to pretend to return to admiring the moon.

And miss the way you continue to admire him.

[killmongerskeepermain]

Prompt Request: Hey, could u do smut 7 with Shuri? Thank u! 

Prompt Request: Hellooo ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ Can u do 7 from the smut prompts lists with Shuri? ALSO I REALLY LOVE UR WRITTINGSSS AAAAA, U DID A REALLY GOODD JOBB ON UR WRITTINGSS ♡ I hopee u have a greatt dayyy, and take caree

Smut #7: “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

You flipped through the papers in front of you with a slight scowl as Shuri was explaining the sequence to you again. Something about it just wasn't clicking on your brain, giving you a hard time. 

"Baby can I just skip this one? It's harder than I expected it to be." You whined in frustration as she let a laugh rock her frame. She moved a couple of spheres before looking over at you to see your attention was on the papers in front of you. 

"I just showed you and you weren't even paying attention." She joked and you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry your highness. Can you ever forgive me?" She gave a small smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't know. You don't seem like you deserve my forgiveness." You began to pout as she grabbed hold of your waist. "You weren't paying attention when I was trying to help you." You frowned knowing she did attempt to help you but you didn't want to pay attention. You didn't say anything before she pulled you to the glass in her lab. You could see the rest of the lab down below and it never ceased to amaze you. Without warning she pressed up against you, pushing you closer to the glass. 

"Griot. Lock down the upper part of the lab. No one gets in or out until I say so." She said and you shivered as her breath fanned over your ear.

"Yes Princess." Her hand started traveling down your body and you were glad you wore a dress today. Her skilled hands undid your lab coat revealing the black dress underneath, stopping mid thigh.

"Shuri what are you-" She peppered soft kisses along your shoulder cutting off your sentence as she moved to lift your dress over your ass.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” You could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she slid your panties to the side to toy with your folds. She purposely avoided touching your clit and you wiggled in annoyance until her hand came up to grab your throat. "You don't listen when I try to help you and you're the one mad? Absolutely not princess. You don't get to be mad." Her voice was enough for you to moan out softly as her fingers grazed over your clit. Bucking into her as she drew circles into your skin before pushing a finger inside you. You groped to grab onto something for support but all you could do was push into the glass in front of you. She held you to make sure you stayed bent over as her finger slid in and out of you. "You look so pretty like this sthandwa. So fucking pretty."

You found yourself pushing back to fuck yourself on her finger when she added a second one. Her speed increased and the glass in front of you started to fog up. "What would the others think if they saw you like this? All they have to do is look up. Then they'll see you fucking yourself on my hand." Cocky little shit. Your eyes fluttered closed when her thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. Your knees shook a little and sweat started to form on your forehead. You clenched down on her fingers causing her to groan into your ear. 

"Just like that. Are you going to cum for me?" She lightly bit down on your ear as you put more force into fucking her hand. Her hand sped up and you clenched your thighs together. "Cum for me pretty girl. That's it." Her words pushed you over the edge and you found yourself coming undone all over her hand. She fucked you through your orgasm before pulling you back into her. "Open." Your lips parted as her fingers slipped in your mouth giving you a taste of yourself. "Pull yourself together sthandwa." She grinned as she pulled your panties and dress down. Hiding your panties in her pocket you buttoned the lab coat with a playful scowl. You went up to kiss her and she leaned into you. 

"I love you." You mumbled against her lips as she held you. 

"I love you too princess. Griot allow access to the upper part of the lab." She said aloud before pecking your lips again. The door opened to reveal Okoye with an annoyed expression on her features. 

"About time! We have things to discuss with the queen." The two of you nodded before her attention went to the glass. "Also Princess get someone to clean your window. It's all smudged. Not a good look."

[v3nusxsky]

Darling talk to me| H&C

*A/n~ this idea has me willing to sit here and not move till it releases its chokehold on me. God I absolutely adore writing for Larissa she's an absolute angel with a protective streak for those important to her and don't forget everyone at Nevermore. Her strength is unmatched. ~proceeding to gay panic over Larissa~ I'm so late to posting this but life is a pain sometimes. okay read on my little doves*

~Second authors note~ from the drafts requests are coming guys, sorry I had some shit happen today

Tw~ assault implied (aftermath bruises mentioned)

Prompt~ number 28 on my prompt list ~ "who did this to you" requested by Abi1468~ wattpad

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Teaching children was always the dream. It took years to decide what subject. Each held a special place in your heart. But one day it just clicked. Language and spell work is a subject you've always excelled at. Your own sorcery flowing strongly through your veins with every thump of your beating heart. The language part was certainly interesting and the spells normally in a language similar to Latin. Due to this you were fluent in Latin but also a few other languages. Your thirst for knowledge never truly quenched so you found another language to learn.

You were Nevermore's  first ever sorceress to teach but also one of the younger staff members. The students at Nevermore absolutely adored you and your lessons. That was a shock. Really, you'd expected them to moan at how much work it would be , struggle to stay engaged when the languages got tricky and in general dislike how you run the class. But no. You saw your students as friends with all the banter and fun you had every day. Each class unique in their own divine right.

Sorcery sounds amazing for those who don't quite understand the burden. The magic that runs through your body is fulled by emotion. Which means you feel a constant need to be in control all of the time. You can't afford any slip ups. After all one time when you were new to your ability you accidentally grew frustrated at tripping over a branch. Immediately your magic responded setting it on fire. That was actually the first time your power made itself known to you. It was a terrifying moment. Alone and scared and only eleven years old. So now at twenty five, you were glad to be helping the next generation of outcasts, ensuring no one was left alone when their ability showed itself.

With exams rounding the corner you had neglected to make a trip into Jericho. Which is how you found yourself stood in your bathroom glaring at the empty tooth paste tube. You could feel the simmering magic in your bones as you tried to calm your frustrations. It was eleven thirty at night. Extremely inconvenient.

You quickly threw on a hoodie and jogging bottoms before walking into Jericho. A petrol station sat just on the outskirts of the town. You made a mental note to come shopping for everything else tomorrow. The moon lit the path in front of you, it was a gorgeous night really but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to be back in your nice warm cosy bed. Sighing at the thought you wouldn't return to Nevermore for at least an hour. If only you knew.

The walk to the petrol station was a tranquil experience. It was only once you had secured the damned toothpaste did everything go so drastically wrong. You noticed a group of people tailing you. It made every fibre of your magic tingle. Not a good indication. But still this it is late and it is the last thing you need in your exhausted state. Your magic accidentally attacking some Normie gang because it felt threatened would be problematic to say the least. You needed to remain in control now more than ever. The group started to hurl insults at you, words slurring together showing their drunken state. The whole situation putting your magic on a high alert. Something was wrong. But you had to remain in control. You knew how disappointed your boss turned crush would be if that would occur. So you did your best to calm your magic and continue back to Nevermore but suddenly something went connected with your head. Knocking you out cold.

The first thing your body registers is pain. Everywhere. Your limbs stiff, back flat against the harsh pavement as your mind and body fought to return to their usual state. Your eyelids fluttering rapidly as you finally register the blue sky. Not the onyx sky you remembered. No, this blue was the rival of the bluest ocean. How had it become daylight? Wasn't it just night? What the hell happened? Your body too sore to move, you slowly convince your head to turn to each side. From there you identified the fuzzy outskirts of the grounds of Nevermore. The motivation you needed. You wanted your home and you were going to get it. You heaved your bruised body from the ground and slowly but surely trekked back Nevermore.

Thankfully, you could sneak back to your quarters undetected due to the early hour. After all it was a Saturday and no one would willingly be wondering the halls at this time of morning. As soon as you entered the room you immediately found your bed. Carefully climbing into it and letting your weary body rest. Exhaustion was click to claim you.

A few hours passed and you were now up taking paracetamol to go shopping. Only then did you see the full extent of the damaged. Black and blue splotches adorned your usual ivory skin. What was most concerning was the handprints on either of your thighs. You knew you had to cover this up. No one can know.

No one would known if you didn't drop your keys in the hallway. Larissa catching you in her gaze, she spotted the unusual colour. "Y/n? Can I just borrow you?" Your boss called out to you. Your body instantly complying and taking you to her.

Which is exactly how you landed up sat on the sofa under Larissa's intense watchful gaze. "Darling I must say I love the jumper" which caused a blush to adorn your cheeks. It was an old jumper, purely for comfort but the compliment from Larissa meant everything. "Thank you" you mumbled avoiding her gaze. It was only then when things went wrong. The older women was about to tell you you're welcome and that she meant her compliment however, she moved to place her hand on your leg connecting with a bruise.

You yelped out and instantly moved from the source. Concern flashed over her face. And slowly two and two were put together. "Darling? Why are you covered in bruises?" She hummed trying to keep a gentle tone as not to scare you with her line of intrusive questioning. Immediately you began to deny the fact with gusto that she almost believed you. Almost. "Y/n... I saw them in the hallway, and now when I touched your thigh. What happened darling? You can tell me." Her tone remained light and reassuring which is what made you finally break.

Harsh sobs filled the room as you cried. Cried for the confusion, the pain, and the care this women was extending to you. Your magic reacting to the emotional turmoil began to lash out, knocking books off the shelves and even lighting a roaring fire in the fire pit. If you were calmer you'd appreciate the fact it was the fire pit and not the desk. Clearly your magic wished Larissa no harm. Larissa sprang into action carefully gathering you in her arms. "Oh darling, it's okay, your okay, what happened? You're safe here. It's okay." Was the mantra that was ringing through your ears in her soothing voice.

Really not thinking clearly at all, you sat back and took the jumper off, revealing the blue bruises that littered your body. Only then did you also point to where they remained on your lower body. As you got to your thighs you dropped your hands back to your side and waited. For what? You weren't sure. After all you couldn't remember what had happened to you. All you knew is you hurt. Your body aching with every movement.

The taller women gasped at your display and immediately gathered you back in her arms. How could someone be so capable of that? Who? When? Not her y/n. Well you weren't her y/n, but she wished you'd be. "Y/n darling. Who did this to you?" The older women was so deep in her own swirling thoughts, all she could manage was a whisper.

You broke once more. And began to recount the hellish day and night you'd had. If only you hadn't ran out of toothpaste none of this would've happened. So really you were blaming yourself, I mean who else was there? "Darling, you could've come to me. I would've drove you instead..." she trailed off In thought cradling you as if you were glass.

"I didn't want to bother you. I'm sorry. I should've just waited till the morning. I'm sorry" you mumbled into the women's body. Only now calming slightly. "Oh darling it's okay. It's not your fault. Next time you need to go to Jericho I'll take you myself. I really care for you Y/n.... Do you know the people who did this?"

You shook your head at her question. You truly didn't. But she cared for you. And you knew that later when you had to go back to Jericho that Larissa would be there. All you could do was hope the pair of you didn't bump into that group again. For now though, you're just quite content to be comforted by Larissa. The first time feeling safe in the last twelve hours and it's all due to her. Your protector.

Word count ~ 1675

*A/n~ idk how I feel about this one I may rewrite it with one of my other ideas for this prompt.*

[sparklepocalypse]

🥑☁️🐝🎨 please.💜

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

I'd get in touch with @cha-melodius for her anatomical knowledge (y'know, maybe I can resuscitate whoever it is?) and @happiness-of-the-pursuit for his legal expertise, in the likely event that the resuscitation doesn't work.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

You know, I've had this username since about 2010, and I honestly can't remember the backstory. I'm fairly sure it has something to do with some sort of arts and crafts project and then-untreated ADHD, though...

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

This might get long, so I'll come back to this one and toss it under a jump. 🤣😅

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

You know, prior to the latest RWRB zine being published, I wouldn't have been able to narrow it down to just one, but this JC Leyendecker-inspired piece by @artofobsession is possibly my favorite piece of fanart that's ever been created. It's just -- even nearly a month after it was first posted, it causes beauty aggression in me and I just want to bite it because it's so pretty and glowy and ethereal and lovely and they're just so blushy and so into one another. It's the first fanart print I've ordered in years, and it's going to go on my wall of ephemeral pretty things with my Lindsay van Ekelenburg art and my various tarot card prints from Kickstarter decks.

[Send me emoji from the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game and I'll answer the corresponding questions!]

Aight, back to 🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I mean, obviously I'm tagging you first, @ad-astra13, because you're the Most Excellent of Doc Gremlins and your flailing in my Google Docs has been so, so motivating. Your fiber work is really cool and creative! I'm always intrigued to see which project you'll take on next.

And then there's @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, who even with a bunch of stuff going on IRL still takes the time to DM me a screenshot when someone has recced one of my fics, which -- warm fuzzies just everywhere. Val is one of the sweetest, most deeply passionate RWRB fans I have ever met, and her encyclopedic knowledge of all things book and movie have come in handy on like, dozens of occasions in the few months since I've gotten to know her.

@kiwiana-writes and I basically have the same brain in different bodies on different continents, the vibe is so consistent. Half the time I read his work it feels like it could've emerged from my brain instead of his, and now it turns out he's a pretty gifted songwriter too? Incredible, awe-inspiring, iconic, etc.

@artofobsession and I have a Spider-Man meme thing going on where I yell at Hann about their art, and they yell at me about my writing, and it's just a never-ending cycle of yelling. Pretty amazing to consider that I was Too Scared To Say Hi ™️ for awhile there, because I'm a big ol' introvert. Regardless of what Hann's got going on, I've never read an unkind word that's emerged from their keyboard, and they're super well-spoken and yeah, really glad I started making unhinged bulleted lists of art reviews as a way to break the ice, because they're good people.

Speaking of Spider-Man memes, @seanchaidh7 and I have also been Spider-Manning back and forth these last few months. She's created some really, really incredible art for my Big Giant AU, and just genuinely seems like a cool person. I'm happy we stumbled across each other in this fandom!

@duchessdepolignaca03 is one of the best unhinged idea riffers I've met. She deserves at least partial credit for the idea for my RBB fic, because a simple "fic where [x]" message can lead to a thread of dozens (or hundreds) of messages back and forth just flinging ideas out there to further the prompt. Half the time the riff is all that happens, but occasionally, the riff spawns something way bigger.

And there are folks who either I haven't found on Tumblr, or who left Tumblr behind in like 2013 and haven't looked back -- super grateful for everyone who's enabling my weird little brain to do the thing!

[nahoney22]

OMG HONEYYYY!!! 3k Followers! Congratulations, you deserve it🥺❤️🥰🧸🫂

If you have the time, id like to request the prompt: ‘No one makes me as horny as you do’ With my favorite boy Jesse? Nsfw, female reader and smut plis? Only if you wanna.

I am honestly so happy for you but not surprised that you have 3000 followers now. You are amazing and so is your work.❤️

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Arc Trooper Jesse X F!Reader

word count: 1.2k

NSFW

Prompt:

“No one makes me as horny as you do.”

warnings: 18+ only, smut, kinda public sex but not really, mentions of alcohol, swearing, kissing, dancing/grinding, mutual pining, strangers to lovers.

Authors note: thank you bestie for always supporting me. This is for you @nunanuggets 💜

Jesse had been admiring you from afar for weeks now, but he never mustered up the courage to approach you. However, tonight was different. He parted from his comrades after they gave him a pep talk and made his way towards you.

You sat at the bar in the lively establishment of 79’s that was filled with the sounds of booming music, the clinking of glasses, and the throngs of people indulging in rather exotic dancing between twi’leks and clones.

"Excuse me, do you want a drink?" he asked, the nerves in his voice barely audible over the music. But his embarrassment was short-lived as you gently raised your bright blue drink in response, signaling that you were already taken care of.

You smiled up at him, and he was struck by your soft, warm expression. You had noticed him looking at you over the past few weeks, his friends making it rather obvious, and while you pitied him for not making a move, you couldn't deny your own attraction to him. "How about I buy you one instead?" you suggested, gesturing towards his empty hands.

Jesse chuckled, shaking his head. "No, I appreciate the offer, but I'm good." The music was booming and loud, filling the awkward silence between you two. However, you were determined to strike up a conversation with this handsome Clone, and after a moment, you asked him his name.

"Jesse," he answered quickly, a hint of awkwardness in his tone. He was surprised at how easily the words rolled off your tongue, making him feel more comfortable in your presence. "And what's your name?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

As you told him your name, he felt his heart skip a beat. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he complimented, his gaze roaming over you as his lust for you grew.

You took a sip of your drink, the flashing strobe lights at the bar hiding your blush. "Thanks, Jesse," you replied, a slight smile playing on your lips.

You began to ask Jesse if he was off duty for a while, and from then on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You both were pleased at how easy it was to talk to one another, and as the night wore on, Jesse's attraction for you grew.

Jesse, although trying to act confident, was nervous as he rubbed the back of his head and suddenly blurted out, "I don't suppose you want to dance, do you?" Your heart fluttered at the invitation. You had never been asked to dance before, but the attraction and lust you felt for him was growing with each passing moment.

"I'd like that," you replied, a hint of excitement in your voice. You slid off your stool and took Jesse's hand, leading him to the middle of the crowded dance floor. With your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, and his hands on your waist, you moved to the rhythm of the sultry music playing.

Jesse's touch sent shivers down your spine, and as you both swayed to the beat, you felt yourself growing even more attracted to him. The strobe lights, the music, and Jesse's warm embrace created a sensual atmosphere, and you found yourself lost in the moment.

He spins you around, your back now pressed to his chest and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him. He groans softly, glad the music blurred it out but then again, he probably wouldn’t care. One of your hands comes up, cupping his cheek as you sway your hips against his body, arse pressing to his codpiece that you are rather annoyed he was wearing.

Jesse leans his head down, warm breath fanning the exposure of your neck once he brushes your hair away. “You’re a bit of a minx it seems.” He smirks, fingers biting into your hips before they move lower and lower until he gives your bum a squeeze.

You gasp in pleasure at his touch, chewing on your lip to stop yourself from throwing yourself at him completely. “And for someone so confident,” you turn to face him again, “why’d it take you so long to finally come talk to me?”

He raised a brow. “You knew I was checking you out?”

You nod as Jesse's smirk grew wider, and his hand moved up to your cheek, caressing it softly. "Why didn't you come over and make a move on me?" he teased. "Men like attention too. I could've wined and dined you by now. Among other things." His words sent a wave of excitement through you, and you took a step closer, eager to hear more.

"Other things?" you prompted, your eyes flashing with lust.

Jesse blushed profusely, suddenly unable to make eye contact with you. You sensed his hesitation and gently cupped his cheek, guiding his gaze back to you. "You're right, men want attention too," you whispered softly, your warm breath fanning his face as you leaned in closer. "Why don't I hint at this 'other thing'?"

Before he could respond, you pressed your lips to his in a soft embrace, testing the waters. Jesse eagerly responded, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you back with a hunger that was palpable.

“Baby," he whispered against your soft lips, not caring if anyone saw you two kissing on the dance floor.

"Yes, Jesse?" you replied, nibbling at his lower lip teasingly and sending shivers down his body.

“No one makes me as horny as you do.”

You melt at his words, your pussy already throbbing at what could happen next. “Why don’t we do something about it then?”

A bolt of courage shoots through the Clone as Jesse moves quickly, leading you through the crowded bar and down a hidden staircase below 79's. You were grateful for wearing comfortable shoes as you were taken through the secret area, stopping at a VIP room with a bouncer standing guard. Jesse pays the bouncer and you are allowed to enter.

"I just wanted to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed," Jesse says softly, checking in with you to make sure you're still comfortable with the night's plans.

You smile at him, grateful for his thoughtfulness. "That's sweet, thank you."

He leads you to a private room with a spacious bed and loveseat. Guiding you to the loveseat, he sits down and pulls you onto his lap, kissing you softly. "You're so beautiful," he whispers against your lips.

The pair of you wasted no time in removing each other's gloves, trailing needy and soft kisses along each other's nude bodies until you maneuvered yourself to sit on his cock, his hands placed to your waist for support as you let him stretch you out.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He seethes, head tilting back in pure pleasure.

You sigh in ecstasy, slowly moving your hips against his cock, finally getting that fill that you needed. So long you had sat and waited for him to make a move and now he had lured you away to a private room to give you everything you wanted and vice versa.

His arms wrap around your body completely, arms included as he lets you lean forward against his chest as he begins unrelenting thrusts, feverishly pounding away inside you.

You whimper in pleasure, moaning his name as you could only process his cock filling you up, pressing maddeningly against that spot inside you, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough. What a night you had in store.

Masterlist

Prompt List -

Tags: @nunanuggets @andyoufollowyourheart @littlefeatherr @kaitou2417 7 @eyecandyeoz @captxin-rex @cwarssimp @jesseeka @ashotofspotchka @oohyesplease @megafrost4 @theroguesully @equalityforcats @mustluvecho @misogirl828 @ladykatakuri @jambolska-grozdova @chxpsi @arctrooper69 @padawancat97 @rain-on-kamino @either-madness-or-brilliance @staycalmandhugaclone @ko-neko-san n @echos-girlfriend @fiveshelmet @tech-aficionado @grizabellasolo @whore4rex @therealnekomari @autumnleaves1991-blog @tech-depression-inventory @brynhildrmimi @greaser-wolf @lucyysthings @tinyreadersmur @agenteliix @myinnerwonderlandmind @rintheemolion @kaminocasey @hotpinkplastoid

[stuffnonsenseandotherthings]

5 Songs Tag - QL Edition

Credit to @troubled-mind for the idea! Thank you @rocketturtle4 for leaving the prompt open and letting me jump in on this.

📝 Rules:

When you get this, list 5 songs from the Asian QL shows that you actually listen to.

♪♪♪They do not have to be custom-made for the series.

♪♪♪Non-western tracks only. Let's support Asian music and languages!

♪♪♪ Feel free to tag anyone who may be interested participating.

♪♪♪ Add #5qls tag to your post for others to find the new favourites!

1. Romantic Devil - Coldin

Semantic Error may have a very small OST list but it's a pretty darn good one that does its job well. This song caught my ear immediately when I was watching Semantic Error and I've never looked back since. I listen to this song whenever I'm out and about and want to feel a little bit of added confidence by channeling my inner Jae Young.

2. Rock & Star - Fourth Nattawat

I love pretty much all of the MSP OST tracklist but Rock & Star just might be my favourite (by a very small margin though, so many of the songs and covers are amazing, Just Being Friendly could honestly be here, as could Let Me Tell You and ฟัง). It honestly makes me so happy whenever I listen to it, 💯 points and no complaints.

3. Just Friends - Nanon

I won't lie, normally when someone picks up a guitar in a bl it's my queue to press the skip button until they've put it down again because I am completely willing to potentially miss a little bit of plot in order to avoid even a millisecond of second hand embarrassment. Just Friends was the first time my hand paused over the fast forward button and I'm so glad it did, I love this song.

4. What Don't You Stay - Jeff Satur

I have actually never watched KinnPorsche (shock horror gasp) and I don't currently intend to (screams of horror) because I know my own tastes pretty well at this point and I don't think they align. Maybe one day though, who knows. That being said, I have seen interview clips and have enjoyed Jeff and Barcode as a very chaotic friendship/mentor and I am completely willing to admit Jeff has a beautiful voice that I can listen to for hours.

5. Night Flower - Ahn Ye Eun

Okay, I'm cheating a little because this is from a webtoon and not a TV show BUT given part of the point of this tag is to celebrate Non-western artists and music, I think it can be given a pass. Ahn Ye Eun is one of my favourite artists. Full. Stop. I absolutely adore her and her voice and I got so excited when I found out she's writing songs for BL webtoons now, I just really hope we get to hear her in an OST for a (historical) K-QL soon because that would be A TREAT.

Her style is Trad-Fusion and mixes techniques and styles from traditional Korean music with more modern pop elements and I fell in love with it the first time I heard it (and maybe you will too, I definitely recommend checking out her other works if you can).

[mostlymalena]

October 23rd 2024 12:28am

My thoughts are racing and I'm being driven to write here.

I was going to start tomorrow (now today's) entry with the following prompt: Why do you write.

I am still amazed to see how many consistent readers visit my blog. I am even more shocked to realize how many of you I have never met in real life. Most of you live in my town. How did you find me? Most of you are also just curious but I never have found my life any more interesting than any one else's. I think about this a lot and I feel some sort of weird parasocial kinship to you.

I used to think I was writing into a void. This blog for a long time was private and I reread my old entries and you can tell they were haha. I hope to get back to that space where I write like it's private.

But I do want to express an appreciation of sorts for most of you have kept a respectful distance. I assume you view me as a newspaper of sorts, maybe a weather channel? A majority of you have not interacted with me in any way and I like that. I thought at first glance I wanted there to be a way to engage with my readers but I'm glad there is a separation of church and state here.

That being said I want to prompt you all as I prompt myself. I think volleying questions into the void can spark something in your own lives and I love knowing I'll never know anything about it. The invisible string theory I guess but turns out we are all just being knitted together by the same needles.

I must seem egregiously full of it. I might be.

Do you ever struggle to discern opinion from feeling? I do a lot. I think it's because I feel so passionately about my opinions that they meld together into their own element. I pick through my thoughts all day and night, they turn my dreams wild and bring about a paranoia that seems unique.

I hope you all write your thoughts down somewhere. It's important because they all matter. You have no idea how much your thoughts matter until you try and write them down. I want you to write. Even if it's a bulleted list of what you did that day, it matters and your older self will appreciate it.

My windows have been wide open for a week now. I hear the crickets every night and I am in such a heavy peace. I thought I would not know this feeling until I was much older but as 25 dies I believe the suffering of my childhood is dying with it. And at what a cost. I feel lucky to have these feelings even if it is only for this season at such a young age. I think 26 will bring a new kind of suffering but not the generational type.

Emma has been heavy on my mind. I miss her. I cannot believe it's been 1 1/2 years. I have so many more to go without her. How unfair. How unjust. I feel guilty that I have not faced the reality yet. Any of it. I feel her the most when I am in my car alone and the music is loud and the windows are down a little. I look over at the empty seat and I see her there. Her hair is down and maybe blue or purple and she has on her ridiculous long pink nail from Walgreens. The wind is making strands of her hair tangle in her big hoops a little bit and she is singing because she was always singing. It's so clear that vision, every time, and I think it just gets stronger.

Now she sits on my dresser in her rainbow urn. Her pictures smile at me when I wake up. It was unfair and unjust. I wonder when I won't be angry with her anymore. I am angry at myself. Wanting her to stay meant wanting her to suffer but I'm suffering. Maybe God, or whoever let her take herself, knew I could endure the suffering. That it was kinder to let me than to let her. Even saying her name out loud burns the back of my throat and I feel hot all over. I wish I never hung up that phone. I wish a lot of things. I hope where ever she is she can see me.

[bubblyvalentine]

@coffeehedonistic prompt 1 of spooktober! Flying insects 👀 how about some crane flies

[illicitlimerence-writes]

jacket | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 5.2k words (sorry not sorry)request: yes/no by an anon: "39 fluff, 49 general, mr pierre gasly if you would 💖" and a lot of people who wanted a part two to pillow<;3 prompt: 39 fluff: "you're safe now. i'm here." & 49 general: "have you been sleeping?" from this prompt list warnings: language, fake-dating, idk what else. a/n: how many times can i write this trope with pierre until it gets old? hehe. thank you all so much for your patience, i'm really glad i took my time with this because otherwise, i wouldn't have liked the way it turned out. so, here it is.

my masterlist / this is a part two to 'pillow'

after waking up on the last day of the camping trip, things between you and pierre were… weird. you stayed away from him most of the time, you felt his eyes on you as you gathered all your things, but he didn’t speak to you at all.

not even a snarky remark as you were dropped off at your apartment building.

life moved on, you moved on as if nothing had ever happened. or at least that’s what you told yourself to convince yourself.

days later, you found yourself in a club, one of your friends had convinced you to go out just for one night, let loose from all the stress of the week and just enjoy a night of fun drinking and dancing to the beat of the deafening music coming from the speakers.

you were surrounded by sweaty bodies, people grinding on each other with their drinks in their hands. you tried to stay away from most of them, not liking the idea of bumping into a mass of drunk people. your friend abandoned you at some point of the night, she’d found a handsome blonde and ditched you for him. you rolled your eyes as you walked to the bar, asking for a refill of your drink as you kept your eyes on your friend. her eyes met yours, and she gave you a thumbs up, telling you she was okay.

you relaxed a little, with your back against the bar and your drink in hand, you drank a little as your eyes scanned the room. you felt an intense stare on you, and you turned your head to the side, finding a handsome man, you knew that face. you also knew the person that was clinging to him desperately. his intense gaze stayed on you, even though the girl he was with tried to get his attention. you turned your head to the front, taking a sip from your drink as you watched out of the corner of your eye as the man whispered something in the girl’s ear.

well, shit.

you looked frantically over the crowd of people, your initial plan of getting help from your friend was quickly thrown out of the window as you felt your phone buzz, she’d texted you and told you she’d left with the guy she found a while ago.

time for a new plan. don’t panic. it’s just your ex. and the girl he, obviously, said you had nothing to worry about. and look at them now.

you could see them leave their spot, walking down the spiral staircase and heading to you.

“i thought you didn’t like clubs,” you flinched as you felt hot breath on the sweaty skin of your neck. you turned around, and you couldn’t tell if he was an angel sent from above or a devil from hell.

“yes, well… never again,” you shook your head.

“(y/n)?” you heard your ex, nick’s voice, behind you. with your back to them, you rolled your eyes as you mustered as much courage as you could.

“isn’t that your ex?” pierre said, frowning.

“yeah,” you whispered, looking at the floor for one second, "and my ex best friend…" you lifted your gaze, seeing pierre frowning, before you turned to look at nick and jessica. “oh, hi!” you faked a smile.

“it’s been so long, i…” he paused, looking you up and down, “you look amazing,” did he really just say that?

for some reason, you felt pierre tensing behind you.

“thanks, um. you too,” you said, taking a step back. you flinched as you felt a hand on your back. “you remember pierre?”

you felt bad for dragging him to this mess, but if he hated you already, why not add another reason to the mix?

“yeah… didn’t you use to hate each other?” jessica lifted an eyebrow, you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs.

"well, you know what they say," pierre replied, sliding a hand over your back, his fingers around your waist, you froze. "there's a very thin line between love and hate," you turned your head up, looking at him with a confused look on your face. he tightened his hold on you, "once we realized that we were just being stubborn by denying the tension between us, things just kinda fell into place," he smiled, looking straight at you. you stared at him, frowning. "isn't that right, ma belle?" he told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you still didn't know if he was your savior or your doom.

"play along, i'm in a good mood," pierre whispered in your ear. your breath hitched as you felt his lips so close to you.

"so you two are… together?" nick asked, his finger pointing between you and pierre. you could see… was it confusion? anger? something flaring inside his eyes.

"we are," you answered this time, cutting pierre off, who was about to reply. you relaxed your shoulders, leaning back against pierre's side, you moved your hand, resting your fingers on top of his. you watched the two pairs of eyes follow your movement, and you smirked internally as you saw what was definitely jealousy in them.

“we should all hang out sometime,” jessica said, her eyes intently on pierre. you noticed, and leaned your head back against his shoulder, slipping your arm around his waist and pulling him even closer to you.

“sure,” you nodded once.

“did you hear that kate’s getting married?” nick said, you nodded. kate had been one of your first friends from college. you, kate, and jessica were like the three musketeers, always together, always there for each other. “maybe we’ll see you at the wedding, then,”

“yes, we’ll be there,” you spoke way too soon, and ignored the tight squeeze pierre gave your waist.

“great, we’ll see you then,” nick nodded, taking a step closer to you, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “take care, you’re still as beautiful as that last day.” he whispered, before leaning back and grabbing jessica’s hand. you watched them leave, suddenly too aware of what had just happened.

“how could you ever date someone like that?” you heard from beside you, bringing you out of your thoughts. you realized you were still wrapped in pierre’s arms, and gagged as you removed his touch from you.

“not a word,” you pointed a finger at him, turning your back on him and walking out of the club.

“you’re welcome, by the way,” he said as he reached your side.

“i. said. not. a. word.” you repeated, pausing between each word.

“come on, (y/l/n)! is that really how you talk to your sweet boyfriend?” he threw an arm around your shoulder, and you grabbed his hand, lifting his arm and ducking underneath, walking the other way.

his fingers held your arm, pulling you back to him. you placed your hands on his chest, trying to create some space between you. his arms slipped around your waist, his hands holding you firmly against him. you looked around at the nearly empty street, not wanting to get any attention.

“gasly, if you would like to have children at some point in your future, i suggest you let go of me,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“enough with the empty threats, (y/l/n). you should be thanking me right now,” he smirked, and you wanted to slap it right off his face.

“nobody asked you to do anything,” you were still defensive.

“true. but is this really how you repay my kindness? after i saved you from embarrassment tonight, and will save you on the day of the wedding…” he shook his head.

“you’re not coming with me to the wedding,” you stated, chuckling humorlessly.

“so you’re going alone?” pierre raised an eyebrow, “don’t you want to rub it in their faces? how you’ve moved on, have the job you’ve always dreamed of, are dating a famous, handsome, wealthy athlete…” he said, holding both of your wrist to his chest with one hand, whilst the other moved a strand of hair away from your face. “think about it…”

“and why do you care about me, all of a sudden?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“i don’t care about you. i care about me. think of this as an alliance, i help you, you help me.” he smirked, which only made you frown as you finally freed your wrists from his hold.

“and what do you need my help with?” you raised an eyebrow expectantly. he looked around, noticing the guy at the entrance of the club glancing at you.

“let’s go somewhere else,”

the plan was simple.

pierre would help you get back at your ex, by shoving your new, perfect relationship in his face and make him regret ever leaving you. you’d get back at jessica for backstabbing you, by dating the driver she’d fancied all throughout college.

it would be perfect.

but, in return, you had to help pierre with his public image. he’d been seen with many women in the past year, and it started affecting his career, his sponsorships. which, in your opinion, was insane. no matter how much you despised the guy, he still had every right to go out with whoever he wanted. so, his team suggested he get a girlfriend, show the people and brands that he was responsible, capable of settling down.

“and what if i say no? what if i don’t want you to come with me to the wedding, and don’t want to help you out?” you asked, crossing your arms over the table. you were at a small cafe that was opened 24 hours.

“you wouldn’t do that.” he smirked, making you frown.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you. i know that if you say no right now, and you go home, you won’t be able to sleep, you’ll toss and turn and stay awake all night. and in the future, when things start going south for me, you’ll feel guilty. you’ll think 'damn, i could’ve helped him get his life back together'.” he said, his lips curled up in a half-smile. you were left breathless, speechless. you hated admitting that he was right. he was.

“you’re taking advantage of me,” you narrowed your eyes at him.

“a favor for a favor.” he leaned in, imitating your posture, crossing his arms and placing them on the table. “what do you say?”

-

“are you sure there are paparazzi outside?” you asked.

“i already told you like fifty times. there are. they followed me here.” pierre said, exasperated.

you huffed, looking out the window, spotting the guys holding cameras.

“i see them,” your eyes flew back to pierre. “what do we do now?” you leaned in. suddenly this whole thing felt very real.

“first, you have to relax,” pierre instructed, placing a hand on top of yours. instinctively, you pulled it away. “give me your hand, they’ll take pictures,” he faked a smile, talking through his teeth. slowly, you slid your hand back in place, ignoring the tiny electric shock you felt. “good. now, smile, you’re on a date with your wonderful boyfriend, not being held captive against your will,” he said.

you shot him a look, before rolling your eyes, faking a giggle. you placed your chin on your closed fist, leaning your elbow against the table.

“that’s debatable,” you said. and that made him laugh. like, a real laugh, not a forced chuckle for the cameras.

“my dear (y/n), we’re going to have so much fun.”

you thought back to the night at the club. angel or devil.

devil. definitely the devil.

after agreeing to this fake dating arrangement, pierre sent you an extremely detailed, color-coded calendar with details for public 'dates'. he only got a middle finger emoji as a reply.

but, there you were, at the very crowded, very public restaurant, waiting for your food to arrive, holding hands with the guy you hated with your entire heart.

“okay, so i guess this is a good opportunity to discuss the wedding,” you said after throwing him a murderous glance. “we’re already here,” you shrugged your shoulders. to your surprise, pierre just nodded, no additional comment. “okay, so, you obviously remembered nick. my ex.” you started, he nodded again, your eyes drifted down to your joined hands, where his fingers were playing with yours. “and there was jess, my ex-best friend, his new girlfriend.”

“you need to get better friends,” he butted in.

“i have charles now,” you shrugged. “so, this will actually be perfect, because when i met her in college she used to have a crush on you. when she found out i was friends with charles she immediately asked when he could come over, and if i knew you. honestly, to this day, i still don’t know what she saw in you, but,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes. “payback’s a bitch,” your wrists were pressed against the table, fingers facing the ceiling, slowly, you curled them down, slipping them in the space between his own.

your eyes flew down to your joined hands, you were holding your breath, noticing the way your fingers fit perfectly together, how each curve of his knuckles and the back of his hand felt like it was made for you to hold.

you found yourself speechless, gaze shifting upward, finding pierre staring intently at you.

god bless the waiter that brought your food out, giving you the perfect opportunity to slip away from his hold.

“so, we’ve got an asshole ex-best friend, douchebag ex-boyfriend, anyone else i need to worry about?” he asked once the waiter left, unaffected by the whole hand-holding interaction.

“kate… my friend who’s getting married… she-she’s a hopeless romantic. she loves reading romance books and romanticizes the hell out of life, so she’s going to be all over us, wanting to know every single detail about how we got together and stuff. so we should probably work on a story to tell,” you spoke between bites, pierre nodded at your words.

“from what i’ve seen in movies,” he started, placing a hand in his chest, raising an eyebrow, “you should never stir too far away from the truth. when’s the wedding?” he said before taking a bite of his food.

“december 18th,” you answered, you had about a month and a half to prepare. “the wedding will be in italy, so we’ll have to go right after the last race, maybe a day or two later.” you explained.

“why?”

“because they have all sorts of activities planned for the guests, like wine and cheese tasting, sightseeing. then on friday we get to the villa where the wedding will be, that night will be the rehearsal dinner, saturday’s the wedding. sunday is the post-wedding brunch, and we’re free to go either that night, or monday morning,” you finished, grabbing your glass of water and drinking from it.

“huh,” pierre seemed speechless. "that’s a lot,” he sighed, leaning back against his chair. he stayed quiet for a few moments, and you could hear the gears in his head turning.

“no turning back now, superstar.” you leaned in, grabbing his hand. you pulled it up to your lips, pressing them against his knuckles. to say he was shocked would be an understatement. he held his breath, you noticed, and stared at you as if you’d grown a second head all of a sudden. “the photographer was getting bored. you’re welcome.”

-

weeks passed, you and pierre posted cryptic instagram stories of the other. you went out together to restaurants, concerts, the movies, everything the usual couples do. as expected, the headlines regarding him changed. no longer was he associated with the word ‘womanizer, player’. now, he was recognized as ‘charming, devoted, sweet’.

after staring at pictures of you two for what seemed like hours, you thought about how much your… relationship? friendship? whatever you had with pierre had changed over the last few weeks. for most of the time since you met him, you could barely look at the guy, and now -and you’d never admit it either to yourself or anyone who asked- you started looking forward to whenever you got to see him. you locked your phone as you looked out the window of the backseat of the taxi, headed to kate’s for the night.

“(y/n)! oh my god, i feel like i haven’t seen you in ages, this wedding has been consuming all of my energy,” kate said as she opened the door to her house. she pulled you in for a hug, which you returned with the same fervor. you had seen each other just less than a month ago, but so much had happened in that time.

“i know, i missed you.” you smiled as she let you in. it would just be you and some of kate’s friends and bridesmaids. a chill girls night before the final countdown for the wedding. as you walked out to the patio, where the rest of the girls were, you flinched internally when you saw jess was already there.

the night went by between cocktails, gossip and gushing over the bride-to-be. you felt a shiver down your back, regretting only bringing a light shirt and no jacket. as the night passed, you thought you were safe from the questions about your ‘relationship’, but when one of the bridesmaids opened instagram to post a story, she gasped.

“(y/n), oh my god!” she yelled, and all eyes were on you. you frowned.

“what happened?” you asked, but the girl was looking back and forth between you and her phone, completely speechless, “what?” you said again.

she turned her phone to you, you walked to her, holding her phone close to your face as you scanned the screen.

of course, the idiot you were fake dating had to post a picture confirming your relationship to the public that night.

“hurry up,” you said as pierre climbed a few of the stone steps.

“jesus, shut up.” he rolled his eyes as he sat on the edge of the step.

“my name’s not jesus. so hurry up, i want to go home.” you muttered, sitting on the step below him, between his spread legs.

“you two are pathetic,” charles laughed from behind the camera.

of course, pierre had to have a whole photoshoot just to post one picture on instagram. and, obviously, charles knew about your plan. it was pretty much impossible to keep a secret from him, and it was the best option if you wanted to avoid all of his incessant, confused questions.

you were currently in a deserted park, trying to copy a picture pierre had found online.

“just take the damn picture, charles.” you muttered, leaning back against pierre’s torso, who in turn, leaned forward. you placed one arm on top of the other, and pierre placed his hands on top of them. you heard the click of the camera a few times.

“you look tense, try to make it seem like you’re in love,” charles said, making you groan and roll your eyes. you leaned your head back, seeing pierre’s face on top of yours. you stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. “there, keep going,” charles lifted his thumb. “wait, i want to join,” he said, setting the timer on the camera and running to you, he, naturally, tripped on his own feet, falling face forward.

you laughed, a huge roar of laughter leaving your chest, leaning back as you watched charles fall to ground. pierre was laughing as well, you could feel the vibrations of his chest against the back of your head.

later that night, pierre sent you the pictures. you could barely see charles’ body falling to the ground on the last one. but the real stars of the picture were you and pierre. he had tightened his hold on you, his face was turned to you, checking to see if you were laughing as well whilst your face nuzzled against his chest, eyes closed as you laughed.

naturally, he chose to post the last picture, conveniently cropping charles so it was just you two in focus.

“you look so cute together!” “oh my god, i want a boyfriend who shows me off like that!” “you’re so lucky.” “why didn’t you say anything?”

you were bombarded by voices, questions thrown at you, and you wondered if this was what pierre felt like whenever he went out in public.

“you have to tell us everything,” kate smiled at you. "this is just like a movie. it's so exciting," she grabbed your hand and dragged you to the center of the couch, you were surrounded by the rest of the girls in an instant.

all except one, you noticed. jess was standing to the side, staring at her phone with a harsh look on her face.

you were about to speak when your phone rang. you thanked the stars, your stomach felt like it was in knots at the sudden, undivided attention by everyone there. the girls booed as you grabbed your phone.

“dickhead?” kate asked, reading the contact number.

“pierre,” you gave her a small smile as the girls giggled and swooned over the frenchman. you stood up from your spot, walking to a far, quiet corner. you felt all the eyes on you as you walked. “hey,” you picked up.

“did you see it?” you could hear the smile on his face.

“yup. everyone saw it. thanks for the heads up, by the way,” you rolled your eyes.

“i can hear you rolling your eyes at me, (y/l/n). don’t do it, you should be thanking me,” he said, and you could hear the low rumbling of an engine.

“are you driving?” you asked.

“yup. i’m in monaco for the weekend,” he said.

“oh, where are you going?” you asked.

“to pick you up,” he said, casually.

“huh?”

“i know you car broke down last week, so i just thought, you know…”

“huh,”

“i can go back to the hotel if you don’t want to come with me, or-”

“no! no, no, it’s fine. they were starting to ask me questions about us, so…” you interrupted him, your foot playing with a stone.

“okay, i will be there in like, ten minutes,”

“okay,” you breathed, feeling your cheeks starting to hurt. you lifted a hand, touching your face and realizing you were smiling a bit too hard.

“okay.”

“this isn’t the fault in our stars, pierre. hang up the phone,” you said, and you heard him laugh. you chuckled lightly as well.

“so bossy, i swear.” were his last words before hanging up.

you brought your phone down from your ear, smiling as you recalled the conversation.

luckily, the girls had moved on to another topic while you were gone, so now you just sat and listened to whatever they were talking about, checking your phone every minute. a honk brought you out of your thoughts, seconds later, you heard the doorbell.

“were you expecting someone else?” jess asked as kate stood up, walking inside. kate shook her head as all eyes followed her. you bit back the grin as you heard soft gasps, sighs and what you thought had been a moan, once kate opened the door, revealing pierre on the other side.

“hi, i’m here to pick up (y/n/n),” he gave her a small smile, his eyes flying past kate, to the group of girls outside who stared at him longingly. once his eyes settled on you, his smile widened.

“come on in,” kate smiled, moving to the side to let him in, “she’s outside,” she closed the door, leading pierre down the hallway that led him straight to the group of girls. “behave,” she mouthed. her back towards pierre.

you smirked, feeling powerful. you lifted yourself from your spot, walking to him.

“hi,” you smiled shyly as you felt all eyes on you.

“are you ready?” he asked, taking one step closer to you, you felt his fingers grazing yours. “you’re cold,” he noticed.

“yeah, i- left my jacket at home,” you mumbled. pierre let go of you, taking off his own jean jacket before draping it around your shoulders. against your will, you felt heat rushing to your chest, to your cheeks. “thanks,”

“there.” he smiled, his fingers finding your hand again, slipping his between your fingers. “ready to leave?” you just nodded, suddenly feeling too overwhelmed by everything. “nice seeing you ladies, we’ll see you at the wedding.”

“you’re coming to the wedding?” kate asked, smiling. “oh, this is amazing.”

after saying your goodbyes, the girls all gathered by the front door as pierre opened the passenger door for you, helping you in. once he was sitting on the driver’s seat, he turned on the car and sped up, leaving the house, the girls, and jess, behind.

you didn’t speak the entire way, you just leaned back against the seat, watching the trees, the beach passing by, disappearing into the dark of the night. your arm was resting lazily over the console, and you felt pierre’s finger brushing against it as he turned up the volume of the radio, or as he pressed a button to lift the top of his convertible car.

“this isn’t the way to my home,” you smiled.

“i know,” he replied.

those were all the words you shared as he kept driving. he reached a cliff, parking a few meters away from the edge. you slipped out of the car, sitting on the ground as you looked at the water, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks was a familiar lullaby. you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, the salty water air filling your lungs.

“it’s so peaceful here,” you whispered, finally opening your eyes. pierre was sitting next to you, his knees up to his chest as he stared at the water. “i was so mad when charles showed this place to you,” you giggled. “this was our spot,”

“why is he here?” seventeen-year-old you asked, frowning as you saw charles and pierre walking to you.

“i invited him,” charles said, you just stared at him.

“but why? charles, this is our spot,” you said, feeling a sharp pain in your chest.

“well… it can still be our spot, for the three of us.” charles smiled, and you felt like you’d just been betrayed by the most important person to you.

“i haven’t come back since,” you whispered.

“i knew about this spot,” he said, abruptly. “i showed it to charles, when we were about thirteen,” his voice was soft. you turned your head to look at him, feeling the air leaving your lungs. “i knew you’d always loved the beach, and i knew he would bring you here,”

“w-why?” you managed to let out.

“i used to have a crush on you,” he chuckled. “i never told anyone. not even charles knew,” he shook his head. “but no matter how much i tried to get you to like me, even stand to look at me for over two seconds, you never did,” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the water.

“pierre,” you whispered.

“it’s fine, don’t worry. i eventually grew out of it. it’s just funny, that… you know,”

“we’re fake dating now?” you guessed.

“yeah,” he chuckled.

“i’m sorry. for… how mean, rude and fucking childish i’ve been to you. i don’t know, i-” you started.

“it’s okay. i mean, it’s not like i was expecting you to forget all the awful things i did to you, so… i guess we’re even,”

“yeah. let’s… leave that behind us, a new start,” you smiled, feeling tingles down your back as you saw him smile at you.

“a new start. i’d like that.” he grinned.

he drove you home, parking the car and walking to open the passenger door for you. he helped you out and you gave him a small smile. you stepped inside your building, walking a little too close, your arms were pressed together, and you felt his finger brushing against yours with each step you took.

he walked you to your apartment door once you reached your floor. you took your keys out of your handbag, unlocking the door and stepping in. pierre leaned against the doorframe, his lips barely curled up.

“do- do you want to come in?” you felt the air leaving your body as you spoke. feeling small sparks of excitement.

“i should go,” he said, and you had to force the smile to stay on your face as you nodded. “i’ll see you in a few days.”

“okay. goodnight,” you stood on your tiptoes, placing a hand on his shoulder for support, pressing your lips softly against his cheek. “good luck on the race,”

“thanks. goodnight,”

“night,” you leaned against the door, watching his figure walking to the elevator. “wait, your jacket!” you said, and he turned to you right as he was getting in the elevator.

“keep it,” he gave you one last smile right before the doors closed.

you fell asleep with a goofy grin on your face, wrapped in pierre's jacket, his scent lulling you to sleep.

-

“i’m going to fucking kill you,”

“good morning to you, too,” pierre said, moving to the side as he let you in. “to what do i owe the pleasure of your company?”

“why are you telling everyone that i’m going with you to jeddah and abu dhabi?” you asked, your hands on your hips.

“because you are,” he replied. “it’s on the calendar,” he reminded you.

“i can’t go, i have things to do,”

“not my problem, it’s on the calendar,” he muttered.

“what’s going on with you? you asked, watching him walk past you.

“i’m not in the fucking mood, okay? if you don’t want to go, then don’t. i don’t fucking care,” he said, storming to his bedroom. you flinched as you heard the door slam shut. you stayed quiet for a few seconds, waiting to hear any sounds. once you heard nothing, you moved quietly, walking to his bedroom.

the wood creaked under your steps, revealing your presence there.

“pierre?” you asked softly, leaning against the door and slowly, carefully, twisting the knob. you peeked your head in, finding him sitting on the floor with his knees up to his chest. “hey,” you whispered.

“go away,” he said, you stopped in your tracks. “go,” he repeated.

“no,” you shook your head, kneeling next to him on the floor. “not until you tell me what’s wrong,”

“nothing. i want you to leave,” he lifted his eyes to look at you, you could see the dark circles under his eyes, his face looked a little thin.

“have you been sleeping?” you asked, raising a hand, touching his cheek.

“what? i-”

“what’s on your mind? talk to me…” you let go of him, resting your back against the wall, nudging his shoulder with yours. “i’m here.” you smiled at him. he just looked at you for a few seconds, seeing nothing but honesty in your eyes.

he dropped his head, moving his body until he rested his head on your lap. you hands immediately went to play with his hair.

“do you wanna talk about it?” you whispered, nodding as you heard him say no. “that’s okay. i’m here. you can rest, you’re safe now. i’m here. i’ll always be here,” you whispered as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“thank you for being my pillow,” he said, making you grin.

"anytime,"

[killmongerskeeper]

Hellooo ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ Can u do 7 from the smut prompts lists with Shuri? ALSO I REALLY LOVE UR WRITTINGSSS AAAAA, U DID A REALLY GOODD JOBB ON UR WRITTINGSS ♡ I hopee u have a greatt dayyy, and take caree

Request #2: Hey, could u do smut 7 with Shuri? Thank u!

Smut #7: “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

Author's Note: Two separate requests had the same single prompt so I combined them!!

You flipped through the papers in front of you with a slight scowl as Shuri was explaining the sequence to you again. Something about it just wasn't clicking on your brain, giving you a hard time. 

"Baby can I just skip this one? It's harder than I expected it to be." You whined in frustration as she let a laugh rock her frame. She moved a couple of spheres before looking over at you to see your attention was on the papers in front of you. 

"I just showed you and you weren't even paying attention." She joked and you gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry your highness. Can you ever forgive me?" She gave a small smirk as she shrugged her shoulders. 

"Don't know. You don't seem like you deserve my forgiveness." You began to pout as she grabbed hold of your waist. "You weren't paying attention when I was trying to help you." You frowned knowing she did attempt to help you but you didn't want to pay attention. You didn't say anything before she pulled you to the glass in her lab. You could see the rest of the lab down below and it never ceased to amaze you. Without warning she pressed up against you, pushing you closer to the glass. 

"Griot. Lock down the upper part of the lab. No one gets in or out until I say so." She said and you shivered as her breath fanned over your ear.

"Yes Princess." Her hand started traveling down your body and you were glad you wore a dress today. Her skilled hands undid your lab coat revealing the black dress underneath, stopping mid thigh.

"Shuri what are you-" She peppered soft kisses along your shoulder cutting off your sentence as she moved to lift your dress over your ass.

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” You could practically hear the smirk on her lips as she slid your panties to the side to toy with your folds. She purposely avoided touching your clit and you wiggled in annoyance until her hand came up to grab your throat. "You don't listen when I try to help you and you're the one mad? Absolutely not princess. You don't get to be mad." Her voice was enough for you to moan out softly as her fingers grazed over your clit. Bucking into her as she drew circles into your skin before pushing a finger inside you. You groped to grab onto something for support but all you could do was push into the glass in front of you. She held you to make sure you stayed bent over as her finger slid in and out of you. "You look so pretty like this sthandwa. So fucking pretty."

You found yourself pushing back to fuck yourself on her finger when she added a second one. Her speed increased and the glass in front of you started to fog up. "What would the others think if they saw you like this? All they have to do is look up. Then they'll see you fucking yourself on my hand." Cocky little shit. Your eyes fluttered closed when her thumb started rubbing circles on your clit. Your knees shook a little and sweat started to form on your forehead. You clenched down on her fingers causing her to groan into your ear. 

"Just like that. Are you going to cum for me?" She lightly bit down on your ear as you put more force into fucking her hand. Her hand sped up and you clenched your thighs together. "Cum for me pretty girl. That's it." Her words pushed you over the edge and you found yourself coming undone all over her hand. She fucked you through your orgasm before pulling you back into her. "Open." Your lips parted as her fingers slipped in your mouth giving you a taste of yourself. "Pull yourself together sthandwa." She grinned as she pulled your panties and dress down. Hiding your panties in her pocket you buttoned the lab coat with a playful scowl. You went up to kiss her and she leaned into you. 

"I love you." You mumbled against her lips as she held you. 

"I love you too princess. Griot allow access to the upper part of the lab." She said aloud before pecking your lips again. The door opened to reveal Okoye with an annoyed expression on her features. 

"About time! We have things to discuss with the queen." The two of you nodded before her attention went to the glass. "Also Princess get someone to clean your window. It's all smudged. Not a good look."

[redheadspark]

Halloween Prompt Session!

Hello my lovelies!

I have a couple new followers, WELCOME! Please, go to my Navigation Page and take a look at my blog and get acquainted with how I run it, I'm glad you're here!!

I hope October has treated you all well so far! We are pretty much halfway through October, and since Halloween is around the corner I figured it would be the perfect time for a Prompt Session!

Thank you for following me and requesting Prompts with past sessions, I love writing them and I hope they have brought you joy!

This Prompt Session Theme is:

Halloween

Here are my rules with this Prompt Session:

You may chose ONE character from my list of characters from Here. HOWEVER, I'm adding an additional character! In the spirit of Halloween, I present to you my new character: Jack Russell from Marvel's Werewolf By Night (Go see it, it's amazing!)

If you have a character that is not listed in my Character page that you wish for me to write, PLEASE ASK ME BEFORE REQUESTING! I can try my best but sometimes I can't write certain characters :)

2. There are two lists that are found below: Autumn Scene Prompt and AutumnDialogue Prompt. Please chose ONE FROM EACH, not two from one or two from another. (Make sure you tell me the right number from the right list!)

*I write out the request I get as first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but bear in mind I work full time as a teacher so I'll be busy most of the day! Please be patient and I'll write on my spare time as much as I can :) *

3. You can request in my ASK box as yourself or Anonymous. I would LOVE to give you a shout out if you request as yourself, but Anon's are perfectly fine!

4. I will close this Prompt Session on Sunday, October 23rd at 3:00 PM PST (USA West Coast Time)

5. Have fun! I can't wait to see what request will come :)

*Both prompts created by @cognacdelights

AUTUMN SCENE PROMPTS

Walking through a corn maze

Visiting a pumpkin patch

Carving pumpkins

Exploring a haunted place

Visiting an orchard

Getting caught in autumn showers

Watching horror movies

Telling scary stories

Cuddling to keep warm

Trying seasonal drinks

Going through a haunted trail

Going to a harvest fair 

Trick-or-treating

A halloween party

Finding halloween costumes

Putting up halloween decorations

Walking in the fall air

Sitting by a bonfire

Visiting a petting farm

Using a ouija board

AUTUMN DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“Your hands are cold.”

“It’s freezing outside.”

“Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?”

“I baked pumpkin pie.”

“If I hear pumpkin spice one more time, I’m going to scream.”

“I think I’m sick…”

“Do you want tea or hot chocolate?”

“Any ideas on couples costumes?”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“What are you wearing?”

“Look, I dressed up as you.”

“I can pass as a goth.”

“Halloween is my aesthetic.”

“Here, take my sweater.”

“Let’s have a bonfire.”

“I’d let you haunt me all night long.”

“Are you scared?”

“I’m scared…”

“I don’t like it here…”

“You scared me!”

“You made me jump!”

“Did you hear that?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I think there’s someone in the house.”

“I think the house is haunted.”

“I dare you to go down there.”

“I think that sweater is too big.”

“There’s a leaf in your hair.”

“We’re definitely lost.”

“Do you want to hear something scary?”

“Tell me the scariest story you have.”

“Nightmare Before Christmas or Hocus Pocus?”

Once again, this Prompt Session will be closed on Sunday, October 23rd at 3:00 PM PST! I will take no more request after that!

Happy writing!

Tagged: @a-lumos-in-the-nox @heartofwritiing @botanicalbarnes @steve-harringtons-slut @basicrese @vinvantae @hottpinkpenguin @virtueassassin

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Mary I am in dire need of some of your amazing writing. If you’re still using that prompt list, how about 35 with Lancelot?

absolutely, gladly, omg, lancelot and “Can you play with my hair?”, wonderful combo

warnings btw, I kind of implied that the reader has had some issues with physical touch in the past, so whatever you make of this (toxic relationships, abusive parents, I had a lot of thoughts) please keep that in mind

another warning, I just edited this and it fucking sucks, but I'm tired asf and literally in bed already so I don't mind rn

"You're heavy", you pouted, running your fingers up and down Lancelot's bare biceps. It was hot outside, so hot that you were sweating despite the comforting breeze and the heavy, much welcomed temperature fall that the night had brought with it.

He laughed as he squeezed your other hand even firmer, pulling it up to his lips and kissing it once. Twice. "You told me to lay down on top of you. I told you my head would hurt your stomach but no, you wouldn't have it."

A cheeky smile threatened to spread on your face, but you pushed that far down, not wanting to take the risk of him seeing it even though he physically couldn't have. It was an honour to have him so close to you, especially after years of not daring to even shake his hand, afraid that he might just crumble and fall the way everything else in your life had. But still you could never say no to a bit of banter.

"At least turn around", you complained, and poked him in the chest. His shirt was barely covering it up. His shirt - god, his shirt. When he'd thrown it on this morning you had almost choked on your breakfast. It wasn't that you'd never seen him wear anything without sleeves. It was just that you hadn't seen him wear anything without sleeves as long as you'd been in Camelot. And he looked like he'd stolen it from Percival.

"If that'll make it more comfortable", he said, wiggling a bit and turning, not letting go of your hand but only placing it back where it had been before. Now he could look at you. But it wasn't like he needed to see your face to know that you weren't actually complaining.

"Very much so", you agreed and grinned, beginning again to trail your finger up and down his arm. Writing out your own name. You did it again and again, over and over. He was watching you, catching your eye whenever you dared to sneak a glance at him and not focus on the feeling of your sensitive skin against his. You should be used to this. Should be used to this closeness, this touch, the new reality it brought with it. But you weren't.

"Will you play with my hair?", he asked suddenly. You stopped in the midst of your movements, and turned to stare at him this time, eyes wide.

"Really? You want me to-"

"Yes"

"Alright". And though you were squirmish, too excited for your own good, confused and nervous all the same, you slowly allowed your fingers to dance all the way up his head and into his hair, and brushed through one strand after the other. You were fascinated with your task. As slowly as you were fulfilling it, but you were fascinated nonetheless.

Healing processes took a long time. You were glad that you'd found Lancelot to help you through everything. And knowing just how important this was to you, he stayed as still as he possibly could.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

I was thinking about your stories the other day when I realized- I’ve been reading your stories for roughly a year now! I found your blog through the pod fic version of your dragonlord story and I am so glad there was a link because all of your stories are amazing!! When I first got here, the story at the top of the master list was Camlann but better. You’ve given us so many amazing stories this past bit, and every time I see a new post I smile. Thank you and I hope you’re doing well!

(My Masterlist)

You're so kind😭

I'm sure you've all noticed with my inactivity, but I've had little to no motivation the last month or two; I started a new job a couple weeks ago, which I LOVE, but it takes up a lot of my time and energy. I've been trying really hard to get any amount of work down on Part 6 of Control, but it's just not really coming, so I'm moving on to other things from This List. I just started #64, because I fancied some Freylin-with-a-happy-ending, so depending on how I go, that should be coming soon ish.

Keep sending Headcanon prompts!! I find them a lot easier to write honestly, and they're helping me get back into the groove of things😅

I love you guys so much, your kind messages and tags and reblogs keep me going, and remind me that writing is a hobby I have when I'm wallowing in boredom :D