#ahem... so I'll be repeating my words...

[ngmn2002]

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

Plot: Baela needs some stress relieving before the battle, and who's best than her sweet older sister?

Cw: lovesick!Baela Targaryen x reader, top!Baela x sub!reader, could be Blackfyre!reader but this is not really canon so who cares, smut, fingering, grinding, your usual unhinged medieval sexuality, incest, targcest could be read as internalized homophobia but not really, dirty talk, virginity loss, Baela's POV at first, then reader's POV

Notes: This is not really canon, or important in the Dragon Jaws/Blackfyre series, it's just a little treat

Baela and Y/N were in a tent after a session with the generals of the black army, they discussed the strategy for combat tomorrow. It was late, probably later than it was prudent, after all, no warrior with half a brain would go into war without proper rest; but it was not easy to fall asleep with so much in mind.

The sisters shared a tent, both as a security measure, and one of emotional need. They had spent their whole lives together, missing each other terribly when apart. They would exchange letters and travel on dragonback into the arms of one another, though the tent was missing Rhaena, their other sister, they accepted this gracefully, as it was to keep her safe.

They slept on a big bed (as much as it could be called a bed), usually ending up tangled in the other's embrace. For Baela, it was hard. She was in love with her sister, she desired her. It had evolved throughout the years, but she was sure she loved her sisters from the moment she was able to love. During puberty this feeling grew, it enveloped her, and now, as an adult, it was irresistible. For one, she was grateful she was born a woman, she could shower and dress with her without any shame, stare at her bosom, her perky nipples, her hips, her back, so soft and ready to be marked. She remembered this time during her younger years, where with the excuse of curiosity, she asked her older sister about her developing body, Baela standing naked before her, with her only in her undergarments, both getting ready for bed after swimming on the sea.

"I just can't know if they will get like yours, can you look at me?" She timidly asked. Y/N just caressed her curly hair, and said "It's normal, they look normal. They just might be small, that's lovely too" she said, innocent to the hormone-filled train of thought Baela was conjuring. Y/N topped it off with words that would be repeated over and over in Baela's head for years to come: "You can't tell anyone this, but you and Rhaena are the most beautiful Targaryens to have ever lived" they laughed and Baela felt butterflies erupt in response to her gentleness.

And now, Baela can't sleep thinking about that, she wants her, if not now, when? When will they ever find a better place and time to have each other? Probably many more, Baela thinks, however, what matters is that after years of simmering, her lust has come to a boil.

"Y/N" she calls

"Ahem?" She responds, sleep filled voice

"Have you thought about the end of the war?" She asks, snuggling her body close to hers, Baela is hugging her from behind, the bed feels warm

"I guess we all have"

"I'm fighting like a man" Baela stated "But once the war ends, I won't have the power of a man"

"I think we all want the power of a lord. Lord Baelon, how does that sound? I think it has a nice ring to it" said the oldest "How about me? How would my name sound as a lord?"

"Hmm... I'd like you to remain a lady" Y/N made a curious noise at Baela's words, and then noticed her hand going lower, from the side of her chest, to her waist. "That way... You would be lord Baelon's wife, keep the blood of the dragon pure" her hand hands reached for the buttons in her nightgown. "I would share you with Rhaena" she stopped to think of a fitting name for her sister "Lord Rhaegar, that would be nice... But she can be a lady too, what matters is that I'll have both of you"

Y/N aids Baela with the unbuttoning of her blouse, guiding her hand to her bare skin "I'm not liking it too much, you are cocky, I would like to marry a gentle lord" she says that, but she's undressing for Baela. "Remain a lady, for me, sister, I do not need more"

"I do" Baela says, flipping you on your back, looking deeply into your eyes from above, her hair tickles your shoulders as they fall like a cascade

She closes the distance and kisses you like a starved animal, like a dragon. She's fire, so are you. You devour each other, you grab her curls to trap her, she moans when she feels your nails massage her scalp. You break the kiss to gasp for air, Bae looks dizzy and lovestruck, all of her bold attitude is now gone.

Her hands touch your sides softly, and you nod so she can go ahead. Her palms are soft, but there's an undeniable roughness thanks to the dragon reins she holds onto.

Baela kisses your neck, by this point, your torso is bare, you get goosebumps from the cold air around you. She kisses all the way down to your navel, your underpants are tied with baby blue ribbons, and Baela softly tugs them down.

"It's not enough" she whispers in your ear as she exposes your cunt

You softly sigh as her slender fingers play with your folds, gathering the slick and rubbing your clit with it. She keeps kissing you, and teasing your hole with her finger, not quite fucking you with it. You enjoy it until you don't, and start shamelessly grinding against her, you get a little louder, whining "Lady Baela" and biting your lip in hopes of seducing her. She can't resist, and slowly inserts only her ring finger, slowly pumping in and out of you.

Soon the pace quickens, but you both agree is not enough, and Baela is shivering with the desire to be touched too. Mid-making out, she asks you to sit up.

"I have an idea, just-" she undresses too, with your eager help she lays down, resting her head on the pillow, now naked. She motions you to sit on top of her. You slowly lower yourself with Baela guiding your hips to where she wants them to be, both of you giggle with the tender awkwardness of both your cluelessness.

Your pulsing cunt comes to grind on top of her, you experimentally move, and are rewarded with a a breathy moan from Baela. You build your pace, wiggling your hips and riding her pussy, you start slow, feeling her clit and folds rub with yours, at first it's too intense, and your eyes get wet with tears from pleasure. But then it's not enough, and you ride her like it's the last thing you'll do, it gets difficult to hide your moans, but you think anyone would know what's happening, based on the wet clapping sounds of skin of skin.

It gets slippery with slick, and your hips get tired, but Baela's voice demanding more is just too intoxicating. You come and collapse on top of her, but she's still rolling her hips and sucking on your neck, you plead for mercy, but she's as ruthless in bed as in the battlefield, so after you momentarily stop, she bites you. "Did I say you could stop?" You are in fact tired, but just listening to her commands has you clenching, so your lower body gets a mind of its own and keeps moving to satisfy your sister. You know that you would probably see the sun arise before Baela had her fill of you.

...

"Y/N" she calls, this time she doesn't wait for an answer, as she knows you're awake "You will not marry anyone, you'll wait for me"

You get a little sad, you know that you can never marry Baela, and don't know exactly what she means "Yet you will marry Jace" you say, maybe a little too hurt

"I will" Baela makes you look at her in the eyes, as she promises you this "But I will make him take you as a wife too, you will not marry until that happens" she's tender, but you are aware she's being dead serious. Jacaerys taking a second wife? A bastard one at that? It sounds too fantastic, and you would like to live in that fantasy, but your mind will not let you.

"Trust me, Y/N."

"I don't think many would accept it"

"Then I suppose Moondancer will have grow fat from too many nobles"

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hey there! I love your writing and especially with Mk, and so I'm just here to drop by and ask you if I could have some Mk angst, preferably with a female!reader, but if you want, go with a gn!reader. I don't really mind which format, do whatever's easiest for you!

What I have in mind is where reader realizes that Mk is literally- in figuratively way- destroying himself with work, hero duties, and romance. Not wanting that, reader is trying to break up with the chaos incarnate to lessen his load.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and I understand if you don't want to do this, just wanted to drop by!

Pairing: MK x fem!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Being in a relationship with the world's hero isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There are many responsibilities that come with it. So, making a decision like this would help you two in the long run…right?  Warnings/Tags: Post s5 spoilers YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, angst, hurt/no comfort, and breakup. Word Count: 1300+ words 🍜 - I like the way you think anon...ur evil >:)/pos

"Can…can you repeat that for me? I don't think I heard you right." 

"I'm breaking up with you." 

"Ha..haha, hehe, you're funny! That was a good one, cutie! Really got me there," MK wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he glanced around the park you two were sitting in. "Now, what vendor are we gonna hit today? Y'know I think I wanna try that-" 

"MK." 

MK grimaced before turning his gaze onto you. You took in a deep breath before letting it out and with one hand stretched to rest on his arm.   

"Did I…did I do something wrong?" MK's voice trembled as he spoke, his own hand reaching up to land on top of yours. 

"Oh goodness, no-" You reassured as you took his hand in yours. "-nothing like that." 

 

"Then why?"

Exactly. Why were you ruining an almost picture perfect relationship for no apparent reason? And so out of the blue? I mean, your boyfriend just got back from his nth time saving-the-world expedition and that meant he had a lot more time to spend the peaceful days with you. So…why?

—🍜—-

You stirred the remaining noodles in your bowl, the lukewarm soup brought an unexplainable comfort to your cold palms. With a few glances toward the door, your unease grew as the seconds ticked by. 

"He's supposed tah be 'ere twenty minutes ago," Pigsy's voice grumbled from within the kitchen. "I got way too many orders for him to be messin' around wit my time-" 

"-I'M HERE, I'M HERE-...Oh! Pookie!?" MK's gaze landed on you as he staggered from the door he slammed open. You called out his name with the same amount of adoration as he walked up to your side and planted a wet kiss on your forehead. 

"I'll be right back after I finish up here," MK promised as his smile trembled from the strain of keeping it up. You merely raised a brow at the state of his messy hair, gloomy vibes, and overall…stressed look? 

"Oh, we don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up for it-" 

"-NO, ahem, no worries, my love, I'm A-okay! Just be ready for your feet to be swept when your prince charming comes back!" MK blew a few kisses and winked in your direction before collecting the orders from Pigsy and hightailing it out of the shop. You and Pigsy watched as MK almost tripped out of the door. 

"Is…he always like this…?" You glanced at your boyfriend's father. Pigsy sighed as he ran a hand down his face, his brow creased from a multitude of things causing him headaches; his son being a major contributor. 

"You don't know the half of it, kid." 

There were a few more instances where you felt like MK was speed-running for the entire duration you two were supposed to be spending time together. Whether it was on dates, hanging with Mei, or even just bumping into each other. Your interactions were sweet, short, and to the point. Sometimes, MK's love bombing was downright suffocating. One time you could barely get out of bed with how hard he hugged you during movie night. 

The following weeks were a whirlwind of craziness that you were, unfortunately, caught up in. Watching your boyfriend hop in a truck and run away from a confrontation between a celestial and…was that the monkey king? 

Whoever that was, you were already sprinting back home to avoid getting yourself in harm's way.

That was the last time you saw MK for a while until two weeks or so later. By the time MK and co had returned, you had already decided what you were going to do moving forward. The answer was clear as day in your mind and made the most sense. After all, MK didn't need anything else added onto his plate of responsibilities and he certainly didn't need you. 

Sadly, your heart was still (and still is) conflicted. 

—🍜—-

Your gaze wandered away from him and MK hated how he couldn't see your face. He disliked it as much as the anticipation eating away at him, making his hands sweat way more than he was comfortable with. You struggled to properly find the words and when that failed you, the only thing you could muster was a few choppy sentences that probably didn't make much sense. 

 

"I just think it's for the best," Your voice wavered as the irritating sting in your eyes meant the waterworks weren't far behind. MK didn't seem like he could hold his back for long as he cleared his throat and nodded along with what you said. 

"Right, right, uh-...then," MK stood up from the bench and offered his hand to you. "Can I at least walk you home? It's getting late and I…" don't want to say goodbye.

A smile broke out on your face as you sniffed, happily placing your hand in his and the two of you began trekking back to your home. The stillness that surrounded you both was…oddly cathartic, cozy, and made you feel lighter than air. That heavy weight that had been sitting on your chest was finally lifted. In its place there was a giant abyss left where your heart would be. You ignored this seeping feeling of dread, at least you managed to lighten your—MK's load. 

The sight of your neighborhood caused MK to squeeze your hand from time to time with each step taken, corner rounded, and familiar sights leading to the end of the both of you. 

MK wished in the back of his mind for you to say something, to let him know that this was all an elaborate prank, a joke that you would surely confess the punchline as soon as he led you to the door of your home. 

None of that happened.

Instead, MK was standing in front of your door with you standing before him. The dim light from the nearby lamp post illuminated your skin beautifully under the moonlight.

"Thank you for walking me back..I'll..um." 

"It's no worries, I.." 

The two young adults awkwardly glanced elsewhere as the uneasiness from earlier lingered. You shook your head and opened your arms, "Hug?" 

MK looked up from where he kicked at the floor and grinned, "Hug." 

One step and the two of you were wrapped in each other's confining, warm embrace.

"I'm gonna miss you," MK admitted through choked tears that escaped him. 

"I'll be here if you need me, but we need this…you need this," You rubbed a comforting hand on MK's back, frowning at the sight of his shoulders shuddering and the sound of his feeble sniffles. After a few more seconds, MK was the first to pull out of the hug. His face was damp with tears and what appeared to be snot, the corners of his eyes already looked puffy as he quickly wiped at his face. 

"..." You wanted nothing more than to comfort him further, but you had to draw a line somewhere if this was going to work. You turned to unlock your door and stepped inside, peeking out to wish the noodle boy one final goodnight. MK simply waved as the door closed, your face disappearing from sight but it was the only thing he could see in his mind. 

No one else was there to witness MK on autopilot. The dark-haired male shuffled out of your neighborhood and somehow ended up halfway up the stairs to his apartment. MK stepped inside his room, yet he couldn't even make it to his bed before he completely crashed on the carpet. Fat blobs of water spilt from his eyes, his frown opening to release the storm of emotions that have been festering the whole interaction. 

Only after his tears dried and the sun began peaking over the horizon did MK manage to fall asleep. 

🍜 - I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[ark-fork]

💌Love letters; 👨‍🌾content farm

Recently, a situation happened to my blogger friend that really pissed me off. It took me some time to put my thoughts in order and think about what I wanted to convey in this "podcast".

(Yes, this column is back because you, beloved and dear anons and not only, are constantly doing something crazy)

To begin with, let's start with something less complicated and scary but just unpleasant.

🔴Declarations of love to bloggers \ flirting with them.

Okay, I think this already sounds crazy, for the simple reason that you confess your love to a media personality in their inbox.

To begin with, this is not just strange - but also rude to some extent because a blogger does not always want such attention to themself. Many of them already have their soulmate in life, which is why most declarations of love or flirting are considered ignorance and an unpleasant event.

But still, the prevailing part of them may simply not be looking for a relationship here. Therefore, the best solution would be NOT to TRY to impose your feelings on them and not talk about it.

(Considering that some of you actually write something like: "Haha, I'm obviously going to regret this decision later, but I'll do it anyway because I want to").

If you like this blogger and personality, keep your flirting and declarations of love to yourself. You will spoil your relationship with them in this way. It's stupid and embarrassing for both of you if you still admit your feelings to him. Damn it, there may be a hundred, a hundred, or more of you who want to confess to them!

Ahem, I hope the general point can be grasped because I'm not so good at talking about anything and simply expressing my feelings about the situation as a whole and, for the most part, being hot on the head.

🟠Accusing someone of making low-grade content.

This particular situation infuriated me the most.

Now, I want to talk about what "content farm" is and what they are eaten with.

To begin with, the content farms are YouTube channels that strive for more views on this site and get to the recommendation pages for your kids. These are common unflattering animated videos with questionable context contained in them.

Their distinctive feature is repeated stock images of characters, stolen pictures, and designs, interweaving characters from completely unrelated works with the one based on which they make their videos.

Well, I hope this brief description of what content farms are is enough.

I don't understand people who see the obvious, admiration for the author of any show and create their content with care and soul, investing ideas and efforts, and accuse them of being one of these pathetic bastards from YouTube who absolutely don't give a fuck what they release on the platform, caring only about views and clickbait.

Before you write insults to the author in the anonymous mode in their inbox, think a little, damn it. Just think how much you insult a person who is burning with their art and ideas by saying such words to them while under the guise of anonymity, a fucking coward.

[sakumz]

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「 lu guang x gn reader 」

a/n : I doubt there's many readers for this but THIS MAN OH MAH GAWDD I just started link click... every episode makes me wanna cry when xiaoshi punched him and instead of getting angry he comforted him MY GOODNESS

warnings : a little ooc, reader in hospital...

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" you seem pretty spaced out lately, lu. " xiaoshi playfully punches the white haired boy on the shoulder as he drops his phone from the impact.

" sorry... it's just... remember y/n l/n? " lu guang looks directly at cheng xiaoshi as he ponders for a while before replying.

" yeah, they were from our school though they transferred away halfway. what's up? "

" their brother texted me the other day, said they're in the hospital and well... "

" you've always liked them huh, want me to go to the past and confess on your behalf? " xiaoshi playfully winks as lu guang sighs out of relief. giving xiaoshi the photo he printed out earlier of you and him in the classroom.

" yeah, dont mess up. got it? " lu guang raise his hand.

" got it. " xiaoshi slaps his hand on lu's hand.

" was I that mesmerising in your eyes that you just had to take a picture of me and the golden hour? " you teased as you turn away from the window to look at the white haired boy as he snaps out of his gaze from you and put his phone down, mumbling a sorry.

' damn did you really take a picture without asking for permission? what a creep. ' xiaoshi teased in his head as a certain lu guang flushed red at the memory.

' they looked really pretty, now tell them you'll walk them home and confess then leave the picture. ' lu guang instructs.

" its getting late, I'll walk you home. " xiaoshi tells you as you accepts and pack your things.

exiting the school and walking behind the male, you can't help but feel nervous. xiaoshi occasionally peeks over you as lu guang mentally prepares what nonsense might sprout out of xiaoshi's mouth.

' so why do you want to confess to them? ' he asks.

' they woke up from a coma, their brother said they don't remember anything and have been crying almost every day ever since they woke up. I doubt this confession will change anything in the future but... '

' I get it, today was their last day at school. you didn't get the chance to confess as you ran away after snapping that photo. '

' you- well you're not entirely wrong. ahem focus on the task at hand, just repeat after me. '

" you're really pretty, bright like the sun. funny, kind and sweet. I'm not expecting an answer or whatever but just so you know. I love you a lot, and- " xiaoshi stopped walking as you bump onto his back, stumbling at the impact a little.

" I'm moving away tomorrow. if youre asking me to be your lover then I'm not so sure if a long distance relationship will work out. one might fall for another in the long run. " he's staring at you as you fidget at your spot. this was all so nerve-wracking to you.

" I know that. it's okay, I don't need to be your lover now or ever, but I hope you always remember that there's a guy that fell for you and that you're amazing no matter what. " xiaoshi can't help but sympathize with his friend's possible one-sided love.

" I-I'm sorry, " hearing the apology shocked both xiaoshi and lu guang, tears pricked onto the corners of your eyes as you aggressively wipe your eyes.

" I'm sorry, it's just... " crouching down to cover your face to cry wasn't helping the words come out of your mouth.

xiaoshi bends down to your height, " it's okay really! " he attempts to pat your head in hopes to comfort you but it only made your heart sank deeper.

" you're a sweet guy despite your h-hard and cold exterior. I truly loved you too but we can't be together! not now or ever, so many things might change for you and me. I'll be moving away tomorrow, to a far-away place. you and I- we won't make it as lovers with those circumstances! " lu guang sighs heavily as xiaoshi mentally panics, ' hello? lines quick! '

" umm, I don't know what to say besides goodluck on your departure. " hearing that, your sniffles stop as you glare at the man infront of you.

' don't say that idiot, tell them it's alright. I'll find them in the future eventually, just wait for me. ' so xiaoshi repeats after him.

hearing the words, renders you speechless at his confidence to find you. you broke into a smile as lu guang body's reacts with a faint blush on his face, heck even the real lu guang looking at you from xiaoshi's eyes was blushing. after the so-called confession session and successfully bringing you home. xiaoshi exits the photo.

" thank you, " lu guang peeks over to his friend sprawled out next to him on the couch.

" wanna visit them or what? " xiaoshi challenged to which lu guang sighs before agreeing.

after texting your brother for details, here they were starring at your figure looking out the window.

" am I still mesmerising in your eyes? why don't you take a picture of me and the golden hour, lu guang. " hearing the softness of your voice, he rushes by your side to give you a squeeze.

you feel his tears fall on you as you return the hug, you're home now. wherever he is, your heart will call it home. xiaoshi watches as his friend cries for you before walking away to give you guys more privacy.

" sorry, I can't help the tears. you- you remembered, " he stops crying to look at you. you were wearing a soft smile on your face, the faint blush was there but with the glowing sun behind you. you looked ethereal.

" I'm happy to see you too, waking up from a dream... that confession was what I last dreamed of, lu guang... I love you so much, " he takes a seat next to your bed, following to grab your cold hands with his larger and warmer hands.

" I love you just as much too. after you left, my heart couldn't move on from you. it longs for you, I miss you so much. I didn't want to bother nor distract you when you moved, so I didn't text you. when your brother texted about today, I can't help but feel the need to visit... I wasn't sure if doing so was right until a friend suggested it. "

" ha, that friend must've been cheng xiaoshi ? I think that's his name, "

" yeah, " he smiles fondly at today's fiasco.

" I've got so much to tell you, but for now... I'm feeling a little sleepy... " you mumbled out as you slowly changed position, moving one of your hands out of his hold. falling asleep with one hand of his in front of your face.

he watches fondly, your heartbeat in the monitor seems fine. he didn't change your future, seeing as the major event where you were in the hospital still exists. heck, you must've been telling on your brother about him despite not talking to lu guang eversince but, for your brother to even bother to reach out to him like that... does that mean you were fated to meet him once more? he can't help but smile a little at the thought.

" I've got so much to tell you too, " he says as he closes his eyes and places his head above the arm, holding onto your hand. he falls asleep from the sounds in the room. how he truly can't wait for things to play out. he didn't really change the future now, did he?

[ivystoryweaver]

Based on this request by @whatthefishh: “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” + Steven Grant 🙈❤️

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In which you are a simpering mess for this adorkable man

Content: f!reader, Part 1: fluff, pining, bit suggestive, not beta'd - Part 1 can stand on its own, you do not have to read part 2 if you only want fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Steven Grant is something else.

Apparently, he vandalized the toilets in the Egyptian wing of the museum.

And got sacked.

Disappeared for a month.

And is now in your office, asking for his job back.

He has some nerve.

The thing of it is, you feel for him.

That is to say, you feel badly for him. You also feel other things for him. Such as attraction. Really intense attraction.

Which is not okay, seeing how he is several steps below your pay grade, begging for your mercy (ahem, professionally) and you cannot show any favoritism in hiring...or re-hiring, in this case.

"I'll get on my knees and beg, if it helps," he lets out a jovial little laugh, his dark curls rustling against his forehead.

That sentence would have sounded absolutely pathetic coming out of any other man's mouth. But Steven Grant is something else. You almost ask him to repeat himself just to hear it again.

"You see...it's just that you're the only one who's ever really been kind to me," he earnestly explains, leaning toward your desk, elbows resting on his knees.

Dark eyebrows shift back and forth - his brown eyes wide and pleading.

"And...well, I'd hate to take advantage of your kindness - "

Please. Please take advantage. Ugh, your intrusive thoughts are not welcome at this meeting.

"But I'd thought you'd be most likely to listen - you see, I have a disorder - "

"Sleeping disorder, right?" You interrupt, glancing down at his file. As if you need his file. You remember every word he's ever said. One time, he inadvertently let it slip that he used an ankle restraint and that just sent you...

"Oh, that? Eh..." He chuckles nervously, straightening up and scrubbing his hand over the back of his neck.

This is the day you learn Steven is a system.

All intrusive thoughts and unprofessional desires aside, this is something you take seriously. Steven has a diagnosis now - one you cannot ignore, nor can the museum use it against him. True, the toilets have been vandalized...by his alter. Not by him.

"I'd tell you more about why it happened, but you'd think me absolutely mad," he concludes, willing to share with you about his alter, but not an ancient Egyptian deity. Not today.

"Hey, don't talk about yourself like that," you respond, your eyes shining with sincerity and compassion.

There it is - the kindness you regard others with at all times - the dignity. Everyone has a fair shot with you, everyone deserves to be listened to. Sometimes Steven wonders if you would make a better therapist than a museum supervisor. Or perhaps he simply adores talking with you. And looking at you.

"Thank you," he breathlessly utters, his eyes glowing with gratitude, "for listening to me, I mean. Not many people do...listen to me, that is."

"I don't see why not," you return warmly. "I always enjoy our conversations, Steven."

That's not all you enjoy about him.

"Thank you," he repeats, blushing.

"So...which job is it that you're interested in?"

"Oh! Well, I'll take anything you'll give me. I'll do anything, really. Just say the word and I'm all yours."

Jesus.

Is it hot in here? Are you sweating? Oh god, you're staring. Are you staring?

Clearing your throat, you attempt to move this conversation along before you spontaneously combust.

"I think we have an opening for a tour guide," you inform. "Might be a little better suited to you than gift shop clerk. And it's not under Donna's purview."

"Oh god, really?" He gasps, his shoulders straightening from their typical, cute hunch. "You'd really let me interview - for a tour guide?"

"Of course," you sweetly reply. "We just need to set up a time for you to give me a private tour and I'll see what I can do."

The affection and adoration on Steven Grant's face is something you need to see again. Especially if you can be the cause for it.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

"Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I'll be able to stop," Steven confesses, standing with you at the entrance of the museum's Egyptian wing.

Nearly every word out of his gorgeous, kissable lips drives you to distraction.

Feeling uneasy at your silence, he barrels on, "Just don't want to talk my way out of a job, is all."

"No, of course you won't. Please, go ahead."

So he does.

He talks and talks and talks about everything you pass by. And not just the major displays, but the tiniest bits of pottery, cracked and nearly forgotten. But not by him. His brown eyes glow with intrigue, his hands gesture animatedly.

He knows everything there is to know, even going so far as to point out that one of the name plates underneath one of the smallest, dullest, frankly most insignificant display items - is incorrect.

How has this man been stuck at the gift shop counter with Donna condescending to him daily?

He's actually managed to distract you from your desires - from your silly crush - and really impress you, professionally.

"Have I done it, then?" He sheepishly questions, pressing his palms together as if supplicating, then pulling them close to his chest. "Have I gone on too long?"

"No," you breathe, with heartfelt conviction. "It was amazing. You're amazing."

His eyebrows shoot up as he pushes up on his toes eagerly. "Wow, really?"

"Yes," you nod fervently, grinning at him. "You're hired. Congratulations, Steven."

Squeezing his hands into cute fists, he nearly shakes with excitement. "Thank you. Thank you so much!" And then, as if all his puppy energy bursts out of him, he pulls you into a quick, but strong embrace. The heat of his body electrifies you utterly.

"Oh, god, sorry. That wasn’t professional at all, was it? No. Please don't tell my boss," he laughs, attempting to joke his way out of his blunder.

You're reeling. Where others see an info-dumping nerd, you see a man so eager to please. And so handsome. And smart. How is he single?

"D-don't worry about it," you finally stammer, realizing he's withdrawn his fidgeting fingers to his chest. "No harm done."

"Sorry, I just get...passionate. I mean..." He gestures around him, his eyes sweeping over the ancient relics he knows so well - though his eyes ultimately land on you. "It's all so bloodly amazing, innit?"

"Yes," you laugh, although not mockingly. "I agree, it is. And I think this display is best left in your hands, I really do."

Taking you literally, he holds his hands up for inspection, turning them over adorably before thrusting them out toward you. "These hands won't let you down, boss."

Steven is still holding out his hands so you extend your own for a professional handshake. "Welcome to the team. Or - welcome back, rather."

The warmth of his palm enveloping your own sends a wave of desire surging through you.

Steven holds on a bit longer than most people would, his gaze falling on yours. "Thank you. Really. You don't know what this means to me. I don't know how I'll ever make it up to you."

You could think of a few ways.

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[cypheroo]

guard!reader x garroth slow dancing privately after being on duty during a festival AHH

A Private Celebration | Garroth Ro'Meave ~☆

Word count : 1,113

Trigger warnings : none!

Not proofread!

AN : THIS WAS SO AIAISKZIZENSN I loved writing this omg yall. I'm sorry if garroth seems ooc 😭 I tried as hard as I could! Also no pronouns or gendered terms are used!

It was such a shame you couldn't be a part of the local festival…it looked so fun too! Seeing everyone dance and laugh with each other. The sun set behind the distant mountains and the fairy lights that hung throughout Phoenix drop had a soft glow. Distant sounds of music, laughing, and talking could be heard all throughout the city. It must've been fun.

You were standing on the balcony of the guard tower, eyes dazed as you felt a small burn of jealousy in your stomach, “if you'd like I don't mind you going and joining them.” A low voice hummed from behind you. Almost immediately you stood up straight and looked back at who you knew was garroth. You knew that voice. You knew his voice, you and garroth had been…flirting? For around a few months, you didn't know what you both were, and you were afraid to ask in fear of it stopping. Once you faced him you shrugged, “I'm okay! I'm a guard after all, it's my job to protect the people while they have their fun” you assured. even with his helmet on you could feel garroths eyes on you, studying you.

He walked slowly next to you and looked off the balcony, “they sure are having fun” he stated, you could hear the smile forming on his lips. “Are you sure you don't wish to join them? I'd hate to keep you from the fun” he repeated his previous question, this caused you to giggle and shake your head at him, “I'm alright, thank you, why don't you go down there? Maybe you could go dance with someone” You asked him as you turned around and leaned your back on the railing of the balcony. Garroth seemed to stiffen at this question, “ahem…no I'm not much good at dancing” he turned his head away from you, seemingly avoiding the question. “Anyway I'll be going to check the parameter once again.” Garroth turned on his heel and began walking inside again, disappearing fully once the door closed.

Suddenly you felt guilty, did you strike a nerve? Maybe you overstepped? Letting out a heavy sigh you looked up at the pink and orange sky of the evening, then gazing down at the streets of Phoenix Drop.

It had been a few hours since you had last seen Garroth, most of the townspeople had gone back home for the night, only soft sounds of the trees shaking in the wind registered in your mind. even as it was late your mind had yet to grow tired. It was only when you heard the guards tower door open that you turned your head and walked inside, heavy steps made their way upstairs and soon enough you were met with him, suddenly you felt a wave of embarrassment splash over you, your face felt red…why were you embarrassed?

“You're still here?” Garroth's voice sounded a lot more tired than before. “I just- I uh wanted to apologize for before, if I just assumed you knew how to dance”

You apologized with a small smile. You took a deep breath, beginning another apology immediately after “it wasn't appropriate for me to bring any of that up while on duty either-” before you could continue you heard a soft chuckle from under garroths helmet,

“No need to apologize, it was simply small talk, if anything I should apologize. I kinda lied when I said I didn't know how to dance” he admitted softly, you couldn't help but laugh, “why? Afraid I'd ask to dance with you?” You teased as you continued to laugh, garroth slowly joined in with his own laugh, “I mean I never said that, i actually wouldn't mind dancing with you” he whispered. You leaned closer to hear but failed, “huh?” you questioned before garroth took a deep breath, “I actually wanted To ask if you'd like to dance with me” he muttered.

You were taken aback at what he had said and looked around, “right now? There's no music or anything” you stammered before garroth slowly moved his hands up to his helmet and slid it up and off his head, his baby blue eyes met with yours, He smiled softly, “who needs music?” He questioned before he set his helmet on a table next to him.

You stood there stunned, THE garroth took off his helmet and showed you what he looked like- yeah he looked handsome and all, but as far as you were concerned he hadn't shown his face to almost anyone. “garroth?” you stammered and before you could continue garroth huffed with an assured look in his eyes, “I trust you.” He pushed his hair back and held his hand out to you, “now because we didn't get the chance to enjoy the festival and celebrate, why not at least share a dance to celebrate in our own way?” He asked. Your heart skipped a beat as you took his hand, allowing him to pull you close and resting his other hand on your side.

Slowly you both swayed quietly, it felt odd at first slow dancing in the guards tower to no music, but slowly you grew used to it. Your eyes glued to garroths, his gaze was soft and loving, he stared at you like you were the last person on earth. “you've been staring since I took off my helmet, something on my face?” he teased as he slowly led you into a small spin, then bringing you back to him. “I'm alright, just looking at how handsome you are” you answered.

That didn't seem like enough for garroth as he tilted his head at you, as if he was trying to read you. “Truly! I just…didn't think I'd be dancing with you tonight is all” you explained.

The Dance went on for a while, neither you or garroth muttering a word, both of you opting to just look at eachother. It was only when Garroth slowly moved to dipped you, and when you looked up at him with those eyes. His hand grazed your cheek, he seemed to want to say something. but within a moment you were stood up straight again. It was only then that you reached your hand up to his cheek, it was his turn to go red. He seemed to pull it together and slowly stopped swaying and moved both his hands up and cupping your cheeks, leaning forward calmly, his eyes slowly closing, “may I?” He whispered, his breath tickling your lips. “Yes” you agreed as you closed your eyes as well, leaning forward and meeting his lips with your own. His Lips were soft, warm.

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[chilling-seavey]

hi emily!! hope you’re doing well recently! i came into your inbox for some tips and advice actually, because you’re the perfect person i could think of for this lol.

i have a few george blurbs coming up for my kinktober, and i’ve admittedly never written for him before! i was wondering if the #1 george writer herself had any tips or pointers for writing him, how he acts ect 😌

thank you in advance!! 🫶

Oh my goodness gracious catch me twirling my hair giggling right now 🤭

I was literally just stalking your kinktober list and literally let out a little squeal at the fact there are George things in the works omgomg we love the GR exposure! So excited!!

In all honesty, the best tip I can give you, is watch interviews and videos! Don't listen to what he says as much as how he says it; how he says it with his mouth, with his hands, the movement of his eyes, his head. I've noticed he's really into eye contact. Even in interviews he'll just stare almost unblinking at the person talking and then generally look away when he starts to answer/is in thought (most often he looks to his left? See here. I'm not creepy, I swear). Recently I've noticed if he's surprised, he'll repeat what the person said in a bit of a higher tone (see here or here). Did I mention eye contact? Eye contact.

OH and he has very pronounced and expressive eyebrows. Eyebrow furrow is a must in situations that warrants it in writing him. Confusion, concern, focus - could be a good one. Little tongue between the lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowed in focus... ahem. Again, you can kind of extrapolate this information if you watch some interviews on mute and just watch his expressions. That's my best suggestion for body language and subtle actions that can really make his character.

I'm no professional at British terminology/dialects (I'm far too Canadian for that) so I kind of just wing it based on what I gather from videos of him talking. I often try to make his dialogue a bitttt more formal sounding because he seems to really enunciate sometimes which is better expressed in writing through the odd removal of a contraction (don't vs do not) but only very, very sparingly because he's also not from the 19th century LOL.

I know he has silly sayings sometimes which I use only once or twice in a piece of writing, often as a fleeting insight into his persona or as comedic relief just for the reader but definitely not too often and not as the focus (and tbh I just wrote him unironically saying "it's raining cats and dogs out there" in my current WIP which feels so on point for him imo lmao idioms are good ones).

I also see him very polite in public, watching his words, his swearing to a minimum if at all - but then in private I think he can swear like a fucking sailor but would never let the world know that of course. Take that as you will in regards to smut writing ahem.

And for smut more specifically, I definitely see him leaning into that auditory side, really into that low, rolling, husky dirty talk. Lots of sweet pet names, very soft dom if you're going dom (I'm very exited to see which way you take the body worship one-). As a reference, I think my best George smut for dirty talk etc. (based on my own bias as well as reader feedback) is this one. I don't really see him into hard kinks and things but sometimes that's fun to explore too so all the power to you if that's in your plan!! We put the fiction in fanfiction after all [and once I get an answer out of IRL him on where he stands on the BDSM scale, I'll get back to you. I mean what-]

I feel like I have so much more I could add but this was all off the top of my head...and took thirty minutes whoops...if I think of more, I'll add it to this ask LOL

[skyeslittlecorner]

Omg now i wanna see your work about lucifer x michael lmaoo😩🤌🏻

AHEM, so. I try to complete the requests one by one, but since I don't have to write this one, I just have to reach into my little secret stash…

I admit that I never planned to publish it, it's just a crazy headcannon that I wrote with a friend. Luci is into tears, Michael is constantly crying, you know. It has potential.

I'm a little nervous and a little excited lmao don't be too harsh, I wrote it with my heart, not my skills. I only regret that I have to translate it into English because I like the original much better. Also! Important thing - it is written way before Luci is even released

I repeat for those who do not want to see my character x character works - I use the #whb!cxc tag for them, feel free to block it

Words: ~800

Everything was okay | Lucifer x Michael

Standing above the slaughter, beautiful in heavenly glory. The blood soaked into the white sleeves, dripping down the slim wrists, staining the veins. Nails cut short, delicate fingertips. The hands that carried out the slaughter were as beautiful and as soft in Lucifer's eyes as they had been when they stroked his cheeks hundreds of years ago.

The hospital stood right next to the battlefield. Doctors mingled with the wounded, and even fought side by side with them. Luci rarely agreed to join them; he made an exception when he heard from Satan that this time it was a special situation. He couldn't say no, and now he regretted it. This "special situation" fought side by side with the angelic soldiers, lazily levitating above the battlefield. Three pairs of wings made the seraph's silhouette seem tiny, and the rays that shone through the feathers burned as strongly as the lasers from his eyes. Just the sight of flying seraphin made Luci's back hurt. But what hurt more was his heart.

“Take care of the wounded here.” He ordered Marbas, who was healing the devil with no leg on his right. “I'll take care of the burns.”

"I don't think you should…"

Before Marbas had finished, Luci had disappeared among the fighting. Somewhere a leg fell off, feathers and horns cut out. In the background he saw Morax standing over the dying man and Gamigin pulling him away as the bandages became suspiciously wet. Luci felt his gut twist. He shouldn't have put himself in Michael's hands. If Gamigin saw this, he would rip his head off. Absolutely right. He felt like wringing his own head, although maybe, if he was lucky, Michael would do it for him.

This was a bad idea, he knew it. On the way, he caught devils burned by lasers, healing them one by one. Blackened patches of burnt skin, blisters filled with plasma, vast stains of flesh, everything seemed to travel back in time at Lucifer's touch. Screams of pain and thanks mixed into one, because there was only one thought in his head. A desire to look into those beautiful eyes again.

Suicide? Maybe. Not the first and not the last he committed.

He was leaning over the devil with a burnt belly. There was no way for saving him, so Luci at least tried to ease his death, when a shadow appeared over his head. Wings. He recognized the sound of feathers and the movement of air. The whistle of the spear. The point... the point bounced off his shoulder as the spear fell limply to the floor, followed by a body crashing down. 

Luci turned to thank the devil who had helped, only to see the angel's face. A hole the size of a fist right in the middle. Black on the edges. Burnt out. He looked up just in time to meet teary, mismatched eyes.

A burcher among murderers. 

A reason Luci’s heart was beating faster. 

A second or even fractions of it, it didn't take more than that. It was enough. As if in a dull mirror tainted by emptiness and pain, he saw memories from the white palace. Heaven. Shared moments. Fingers intertwined. His blond, long hair tangled with Michael's black locks. Quick breathing in the dark and uncertainty where their curiosity would lead. The pain of wings being torn off. The slash of a scythe piercing his chest. The crush of hitting the ground... The Hell.

He felt like a traitor, not for the first or last time. The hope that Hell would be his home was as illusory as a dream. He missed someone who was the biggest nightmare here. He wanted to see, to smile, to touch him again. Give them both back the innocence, win the life together that they lost. But now… he could only look at him. That one look in his eyes was enough to turn his world upside down.

Michael remembered him too.

Luci felt like the biggest traitor, even if others tried to protect him, and he tried to protect himself from these feelings too. Deep down, he knew he would eventually break. The warmth spread across his chest, remorse driving him crazy. 

Michael was a killer. Innocent devils were losing their lives. But every time Luci looked up, warm feelings filled him inside. A lot has changed, but only around. His feelings remained the same. And as long as it meant he could at least look at Michael... everything was okay.

[azalea-writes]

Hoi wondering about child!MC that’s very wise and self sufficient but very honest and talks causally about their domestic abuse at home?

A/N: Hello!! The age of MC is up to your interpretation! I went out of track oops

Warning: Domestic abuse

Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub with a child!MC who dealt with domestic abuse

ooc lucifer

Alt: Enjoy!

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Lucifer

Wasn't excited to have a child in the HoL since he has to deal with 6 other man-children.

He was quite distant, so it took him a while to learn how well-mannered MC is or what they had to deal with at home.

Lucifer went to the kitchen to get some coffee, only to see MC washing the dishes while standing on a not-so stable stool.

When he saw that MC was about to fall off the stool, he picked them up and put them on the floor.

"Thank you, sir!"

Lucifer was confused on how a child has more manners than his brothers.

"Apparently their parents would yell at them for not doing anything right. They even said that their parents would get physically violent," Asmo had said with tears in his eyes. It confused Lucifer. Why would anyone have such high expectations for a child?

Lucifer made it his mission (though, he would never tell anyone that) to help MC enjoy their childhood and not to worry for any awful consequences. It was hard, but it might've been his older brother instincts (and pride *ahem*) that didn't let him back down.

His brothers would tease him for having a soft spot for the human child. Lucifer would of course deny it, not wanting to show some sort of weakness. But as he is lying down on his bed, MC curled up next to him after Lucifer calmed them down from their mental breakdown, he was thinking back to his brothers' words.

Of course Lucifer knew about his soft spot for the child, but he didn't want to appear weak to the public. Yet, as he feels MC grabbing his arm their slumber, he doesn't regret a thing.

Mammon

When he got a call from Lucifer, he was expecting to see an adult, not a kid.

"Hello, sir!"

What he was also expecting that the child had no manners at all, but they proven him wrong yet again.

"A child has more manners than Mammon," he heard Asmo snicker.

But, like the usual, he was complaining. about having to babysit a child. What if the child is secretly the devil in disguise?? (Diavolo secret child wow /j)

What's even worse is that MC resides in his room due to Lucifer's orders!

As Mammon was grumbling about how dumb Lucifer is, MC cringed at how messy his room was. Out of instincts, MC decided to clean the room. They gathered Mammon's clothing into one big pile, while Mammon went from talking about Lucifer to his new business idea.

Mammon came back to reality when he heard a thud come from behind. Lo and behold, MC had tripped while carrying a pile of clothes that obscured their view.

"Ya okay kid?!" Mammon hurriedly came by their side. MC just apologized and continued what they were doing. Now Mammon was confused, what the hell are they doing?

"Oi! Why are ya cleaning my room?" He asked, finally noticing the big pile of laundry that was accumulating.

"I'm cleaning your room!" MC happily replied. Were they trying to earn brownie points? No. Did they want a reward? No. Did they think if they did a good deed for him, he would need to pay them back? No.

"My parents would get mad at me for doing something wrong. Sometimes they get really mad and hit me. So I'm protecting you!" MC's answer shocked Mammon, their words repeating in his head while he's trying to comprehend the situation.

As MC struggled to get something on the shelf, he came up behind them and got it for them.

"From now on, I'll be you're big brother protecting ya!" Mammon gave them a toothy grin.

Asmodeus

When he first saw MC, he squealing and talking about how adorable they are.

He's already thinking of many outfits for them, better than what they have on right now.

MC is going to learn many makeup tips at a young age, which Asmo found out that they learn quite quickly.

He is going to have a kid-friendly (and human-friendly) skin care routine for MC. Gotta prevent wrinkles at a young age! (a really young age...)

MC also quickly learned the routine and they're able to do it themself!

He's the brother who's going to tell MC gossip, whether they understand it or not. (what does identity theft mean..?)

"And they were roommates!" Asmo told the story dramatically to keep MC intrigued, even though they didn't understand anything he said.

"Can you hand me my face serum?" Asmo asked, which MC complied. Though with their hands wet from cleansing their face, they were bound to drop it. It shattered on the floor while both of them froze.

Asmo was about to speak until MC started spewing out apologies and the tears were quickly forming.

"Hey, hey! It was just a small accident, I can buy another one!" Asmo tried to comfort them but to no avail.

"I-I'm sorry! Please don't p-punish me!" MC choked out while crying. Asmo froze again, not believing what he was hearing.

"Why would I do that? I wouldn't do something like that, you know me...!" Asmo kept his voice low so MC wouldn't be scared (more than they already are).

With more comforting words, along with his soft voice, MC was able to calm down. Asmo let out a sigh of relief.

"My parents would always get mad at me for doing anything wrong..." It was a short answer, but it was enough to know what had happen to MC before coming to the Devildom.

"Let me make you a promise then!" Asmo exclaimed, "No one hurt you here in the Devildom, and if they do, they'll face the wrath of all seven of us!"

Beelzebub

THIS BIG GUY LOVES HIS FAMILY!

Immediately wanted to adopt MC.

Though Satan had to inform him that MC still has a family...

Will be a little disheartened if MC is scared of him.

He did not trust Mammon to take care of MC, so he makes it his job to make sure MC is alive and healthy.

Mammon does not know how to take care of a child, especially when the child is a human...

Beel tells stories about Belphie and Lilith to MC, it just makes him happy to talk about his siblings.

"So you three would secretly go to the human world?" MC asked with their head in a slight tilt to the side. Beel smiled softly and nodded.

"Wow! If I sneaked out, I would've gotten in a looooot of trouble," MC sighed out.

"You're only a kid, so your parents would be really worried," Beel explained. Then he realized that MC never talks about their parents. Now Beel felt bad. He always talked about his family without knowing how MC feels.

"What about your family? I never let you talk about them," Beel said.

MC thought a bit about their answer, "Well, my parents are always in a bad mood. I once broke a plate by accident and mommy started to hit me."

Beel went wide-eyed. He was hoping he heard wrong, but MC kept talking and that hope went away. He put a hand on MC's shoulder, which made them go quiet.

"MC, you don't have to worry about punishment anymore. I'll make sure nobody hurts you anymore." Beel reassured MC. Even though they were confused on what Beel was talking about, the sincerity in his voice made them nod to his words.

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REASON FOR MY ABSENCE: School is hard and I want to focus on my grades. So I haven't written anything in order to not burn out because I have bad self discipline. I'll try to get through all the requests during Christmas break, but I can't promise anything!

Alt: Thanks for requesting! Love you!

I don't know how to write Beel! :D

[kairiscorner]

bc i have no life, i made (and will expand):

dialogue prompts list or something

REMINDERS! imma use these on fics if y'all want, though you guys can use these too for your own fics, just make sure to give me credit and tag me, attaching a link to this post is also appreciated if you use this ^^

(btw, i can also repeat some prompts, though please be patient, i might not be able to post so much this month ^^'')

1.) "you're a bad influence on me, y'know that?" (miles 1610)

2.) "yeah, i risked my skin saving you. i don't care if you wouldn't do the same for me, i'm not you."

3.) "mind using your eyes AND brain next time?"

4.) "my heart beats all the time, shouldn't be a big deal, but i can't help but notice how loud the beating is when you're around." (teen!gojo)

5.) "never really understood poetry, but when i read a few lines from this... you were the image that came out of the words." (noir)

6.) "if you really wanted to drive me insane... you'd hold my hand for more than 5 seconds, then you'll see me insane with love." (noir)

7.) "please, for the love of GOD, never shut up."

8.) "my hands are cold... wait, what are you doing, i thought you brought mitt--never mind, this is nice."

9.) "something tells me you aren't happy about it. and something tells me you'll be angrier if i keep asking. it's okay, take your time. just know i'll be right here for you."

10.) "if you can't believe me, then i'll have to show you that i'm serious about you."

11.) "sometimes, you don't have to worry about loving me enough--you do that too much already. what you should worry about... is giving me too much love that you forget who you're supposed to be loving first: you."

12.) "man, after 5 shots of whiskey and a good laugh, i think i've made up my mind--you're gonna be the one i'll marry." "we just met." "and i just fell for you."

13.) "they came to get their shit back without even getting their shit together, how nice."

14.) "i would've thrown a brick in your window if you didn't answer, and y'know, i was going to, but then i remembered you hated getting stuff on your carpet so i left and did it in my mind."

15.) "i want a platypus. and yes, i want you, too."

16.) "your place is filthy." "it's gonna be yours too, one day." "you mean ours."

17.) "why are my eyes gross right now?" "it's... you're crying." "nu-uh." "y'need a tissue?" "yes please"

18.) "you're so stupid, and reckless, and a literal danger to my very way of life--and yet i love you to bits!"

19.) "if i could just go back in time and see you again, maybe then i'd tell myself to love you for a long, long time. even if i never knew it at the time, i regret all the years we've lost together, i regret living my life without you in it."

20.) "now before you ask why i beat the shit out of him in the locker rooms, it was because he was gonna ask you out before i could, okay?" (soccer captain!miguel)

21.) "i am a fully grown adult. i am capable, i am independent, i am strong-willed." "and you lose your shit when you see me come home with a mcdonalds' kiddie meal."

22.) "nobody loves me..." "..." "ahem, i said, NOBODY LOVES ME" "and i'm nobody?" "yay"

23.) "i just wanna bash their head in, but... it's so distracting. their eyes get me lost and i'm, i'm out of it."

24.) "man, they're a lost cause. and yet i keep busting my ass trying to save them. i love being your spouse and curse being your spouse, dammit."

25.) "i wanna kiss... right now... but my spouse'll... hate me." "i am your spouse." "oh damn, then you'll... hate me if i... if i kiss your pretty face, love..."

26.) "go to bed right now." "no." "i guess i'll give your plushie all my kisses." "ok on my way."

27.) "again, would it be me or them? me who's been with you this whole time, me who's took you in when you're so used to being refused, me who's... who's loved you, all this time?"

28.) "where are my--" "keys? here, scatterbrain." "damn, i'm so glad i married you."

29.) "kids, go to your room." "as your co-parent, i say protect me from the dragon about to breathe fire on me."

30.) "i may be his wife, but i'm not his lover."

31.) "i think you have me confused for someone else."

32.) "it's because i care about you that i push myself away, don't you get that?"

33.) "we'll never be okay again, will we...?"

34.) "the noises in my head keep getting louder and louder and louder, but only you... only you help calm them down."

35.) "oh, i get it, fine. i'll fuck off."

36.) "i want that though." "it's a waste of money." "you got it for me anyway."

37.) "how could you say i don't love you when all my life, you're all i come home to and kiss a good morning and good night?"

38.) "what a stupid man i married."

39.) "don't... fucking move... not unless you want me to do it..."

40.) "you went in my ROOM?"

41.) "i accidentally broke the bed."

42.) "i love you." "what?" "ah fuck, i mean, i'll see you."

43.) "GOD, I HATE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH." "is that why you draw you and them kissing together all the time?"

44.) "i can make a mean burned down house and scorched lawn."

45.) "i'll admit it, fine, i can't win your heart. because your heart isn't any prize to be won, you're not an object. you're... you're you. and i LOVE you."

46.) "what, why're you staring? can't handle how hot i am?" "no, it's just that you've got a shit-eating grin on your face i'd love to punch off you."

47.) "i actually hate summer vacation... i won't be able to see you everyday for 3 whole months."

48.) "ooh, you drank from my cup, you know what this means, we had an indirect kiss."

49.) "just tell your crush you like them already and stop being a big baby about this." "okay, fine. i like you." "wait--"

50.) "i know it looks stupid, but... i tried."

51.) "it's funny, because i had you in mind while making it."

52.) "you think infinity is real, or... are we just living every day hoping tomorrow will come, despite all odds?"

53.) "you're so fucking stupid...! stupid, stupid, stupid... why did you... dammit, why?"

54.) "i don't even know who i share my bed with anymore."

55.) "bite me and get what you want, what we both want."

56.) "we'll never have to see each other again after this."

57.) "quit making promises you can't keep."

58.) "tell me to shut up one more time. go, i'm waiting."

59.) "ah, sorry, i... oh, your hand's really soft."

60.) "what are you doing?" "just capturing the moment in my mind when i'm with the most perfect person in the whole multiverse."

61.) "and you know what your problem is? you can't stand seeing me happy, that's your fucking problem."

[firapolemos05]

@ft-platonicweek Day 5 - Injury

Don't let the title scare you, this is mostly silly, if a bit crass. This is a scene from an older project of mine but I thought it'd be funny to share for today.

Team Shadowgear takes a day to relax by a local stream. Jet has a rather -ahem- unfortunate mishap. He doesn't find it as amusing as his friends do.

Levy marveled at the school of walnut sized fish darting around her submerged feet. "They're so tiny."

"Yeah, they're called pebble guppies," Droy explained, pausing his search for aquatic bugs. "Super common in areas of shallow freshwater like this."

"Hmm, I wonder what they taste like."

From where he was laying in the grass, Gajeel snorted. "Make sure she doesn't try t'dive after one and eat it, Droy."

"I'm just wondering!"

Droy, the little traitor, chuckled in agreement. "Yeah Levy, no raw fish for you today. Wouldn't want you to turn into a catfish or-"

The conversation, plus the tranquil setting, shattered with the abrupt blaring of a blood curdling, high pitched scream. Levy and Droy jolted where they stood, scaring away the school of fish they were admiring. Gajeel jumped to his feet in alarm, iron scales already covering his arm, and the other two quickly prepared their own spells, ready to defend against whatever threat dared to attack them.

But the sight before them was no big monster or ambushing dark mages. It was Jet on the opposite bank of the stream, thrashing like a netted cat and screaming bloody murder.

"HELP ME!" he yowled in a voice high enough that dogs could hear. "Fucking catfish! My nuts! It's got my nuts! Fuck SHIT GET IT OFF OH GODS!"

His continued cries stood out in the ensuing few seconds of silence.

"Your nuts?" Levy repeated, lowering her arm and canceling her magic. A twitch pulled up the corners of her mouth. "You mean a catfish bit your testicle?"

Over on their side, Gajeel didn’t bother listening to anything more. He'd already collapsed back onto the ground, laughing his ass off.

Droy began to wade across, heading to assist however he could. Jet finally lurched forward, flopping face-first into the water with a painful sounding smack. Now free of whatever hole he got stuck in, and whatever hungry fish mistook him for a meal, he kicked away from the bank and regained his footing.

His awkward waddle, paired with his teary-eyed face and one hand cupping his battered jewels was not helping Levy control her laughter. Droy wasn't doing much better, audibly snickering as he reached Jet and offered a shoulder for support.

"Easy there. You alright?"

"Stupid fish," Jet growled, pain and humiliation making the color of his face clash with his hair. "I'll be fine. You can stop laughing, you assholes."

"Want some ice on that?" Levy suggested, barely keeping it together.

"I said I'm fine!"

"Ya sure yer good, Motormouth? Maybe we should take ya t'Porlyusica!" Gajeel somehow managed to calm himself enough for his words to be coherent. "I mean it ain't like you can afford to lose a nut when ya barely got a pair t'begin with!" He broke into another fit of cackling, and unable to take it anymore, Levy quickly joined him.

Jet's face. It was too funny.

If looks could kill, his glare would've made both of them drop dead.

[chenswire]

Now that you said it I’m really curious about the foods in swummer files and voice lines now😳 not knowing Chinese is a pain sometimes.

copypasting this following paragraph from a writeup i did for a friend so it might sound a little more deranged than usual

in swummer's profile archive 4 they say the LGD officers will sometimes secretly(🤨) compare the difference between chen and swire's leadership styles in private; when following chen you have to yolo speedrun with her and will need half a day to recover from it while following swire requires you to multitask but in a controlled and not chaotic way and everything is very clearcut etc etc everyone generally agrees that they both 'seem to have 8 heads each, if i were in their shoes i would have been a goner after the first day' and it ends with rat king and wei two lungmen boomers drinking tea talking about the two of them too i was like ???? telenovela moment??? well not as crazy as the archive also saying that chen's desk was vacant (read: untouched and not taken over) for 2 years before swire tidied it up and put all the stuff into a box (read: not throwing them away) and labeling chen's (full) name on it (very normal about this meaningless detail)

Voice lines time

Talk 3

咳……检查了一下��近的行动记录，看得出这几年来，罗德岛的战术也更专业了，不错不错……哈？作为曾经的训练顾问看看任务记录不是很正常吗？我才没有偷看陈的资料！ Ahem...! I just checked your recent operation records, and it seems like Rhodes Island's tactics have significantly improved (lit: even more professional) in the past few years, not bad at all… HAH? Isn't it completely normal (CNT: Is there a problem) for a former instructor to be interested in this sort of thing? I-I didn't sneak a peek at Chen's data!

Talk after promotion 1

当上局长也没什么大不了的，无非是任务重了点、操心的事多了点，更能理解陈了点……啊，再强调一遍，我是接管近卫局，不是接陈的班！就算她现在回来，也是要叫我“长官”的！ Becoming the (department) Chief isn't that big of a deal. It's just that my work and responsibilities have increased by a little bit, and I can also understand Chen a little more... Ah! I'll say this again, I'm not taking over her position, but the entire LGD! So even if she comes back now, she'll have to call me Chief!

I like how she uses the same syntax? for all three, but I couldn't figure out how to word the [(noun) (verb) 少少] pattern succinctly in english AND keep the nuances lol skill issue... repeating 'a little bit more' thrice just sounds so wordy yea but anyway

the first two is 重 (heavier so a increase in both amount and importance) and 多 (more) but CNT has the last verb as 深(deeper) and also instead of 操心 its 烦 which is more like 'bother' than 'worry' aren't nuances great yippee

in her JP dub she says あのバカ龍 on the last chen mention while CN/CNT just uses the equivalent of 'her' instead of 仆街龍 but understandable because the word is a little strong lmao but im taking the nuance of her using 而家返嚟 as opposed to 現在回來 as a W regardless (something like come home vs go back)

this line is also referenced in a 123 rhodes comic strip

she does call her 仆街龍 in her module when talking to Hoshiguma though i'm tell you

别看那个了， 快帮我分分礼物。这是给你的冲浪板，这是给臭老鼠的火山泥面膜，这是给扑街龙的唱片——等她回来自己拿吧，还有给老魏的水果罐头…… Stop looking at that thing already and help me sort out my souvenirs. This surfboard is for you, this lava mud mask is for that cau lau syu, this album is for that puuk gai lung—she can take this herself when she comes back, and there's the canned fruit for old Wei...

>>>>>>>>>>等她回来自己拿吧 a more literal TL would be like '(you can kinda fit a I'll/we'll in here..???Let's) wait for her to come back here to take it herself'

this and the box thing from her profile the 'waiting for her wife to return from the war' vibes is off the charts tehe still hoping we get an actual voiced Puuk Gai Lung (swire edition) one day though (looks at global)

[otomefiend]

Victor

Story Event: Black Wedding (part 2)

Chapter 3 Premium

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 Bitter

Victor's pov. I love the unsettling feeling his stories always give me.

~~Part 1~~

(This is the end of the mission. Then...)

Victor: "Kate, will you marry me?"

Kate: "....."

Kate: ".....eh?"

(Huh?)

I repeated my words, which made her blink in surprise.

Victor: "Let's get married, Kate."

Kate: "Um, that's..."

Victor: "The believers will wake up soon, won't they? They'll want to proceed with the wedding ceremony in the afternoon."

Victor: "If the bride and groom suddenly disappear..."

Kate: "It'll make them anxious...?

Victor: "Exactly."

My words seemed to finally reach her, and she nodded in agreement.

Victor: "I left you your wedding dress. Go and get changed."

Kate: "R-right!"

~~~

A few hours later, our wedding ceremony began in the chapel as originally planned.

Believers: "Congratulations....!"

The door opened and Kate, wearing a jet-black wedding dress, slowly walked in.

Looking as if she had donned the night itself, she effortlessly stole my gaze.

Victor: "Kate. How beautiful..."

Victor: "Just as I imagined... no, much more beautiful than I imagined."

Kate: "Thank you very..."

She was about to say something but stalled with a startled look on her face.

In her line of sight was a figure of a man standing in front of the altar.

(No wonder she's surprised)

The man with the veil over his face looked exactly like the guru we confronted not so long ago.

~~Part 2~~

Victor: "It's okay. This is the new pastor I brought with me."

Kate: "New pastor....?"

Victor: "You know, the congregation here simply believed in a man who said that love was eternal."

Victor: "Worship doesn't have to be a bad thing. It can be a source of comfort."

Kate: "... Victor."

Everyone had the freedom to choose what to believe and live for.

Victor: "From now on, they should provide genuine support to couples seeking eternal love."

Pastor: "Ahem... Can we move on to the vows now?"

(Oops)

Kate and I looked at each other and smiled.

Victor · Kate: "Yeah, sure." · "Yes, of course."

Priest: "Vows from the groom to the bride."

Victor: "Kate."

Victor: "I hereby swear to you that I will protect you for the rest of my life."

Victor: "My jet-black bride, will you promise yourself to me for eternity?"

Naturally, the vow I delivered was a lie.

Whoever was going to make a real promise to Kate one day was undoubtedly a lucky man.

Victor: "May I get a reply?"

Kate: "Ah, yes! Of course. I swear to love you forever."

Victor: "Haha, thank you for your enthusiastic response, Kate."

(Even though it's a false vow, it makes me so happy..........huh)

Pastor: "I hereby acknowledge you two as lovers and grant you the promise of eternal love. Now, you can seal your vows with a kiss."

(Uh-oh.....what now?)

~~Part 3~~

Marriage vows were always accompanied by a kiss. Our fake wedding ceremony was no exception to this rule.

When I looked at Kate standing next to me, I could clearly see her body was tense with worry.

(Truly, this girl... she's honest, sincere, and lovely to boot)

Victor: "...Kate, turn this way."

Kate: "Huh..."

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me --.

Then, I covered her mouth with the palm of my hand and kissed her.

Believers: "Wow. ...... ! Congratulations!"

Believer with glasses: "How splendid. You look so good together..."

Believer with brown hair: "Truly. I wish you both eternal love."

Victor: "...a real kiss belongs to the person you're going to marry."

I whispered softly and gave her a smile that meant it was our secret.

Victor: "All right! I have to thank you somehow for such a beautiful wedding."

Believer with glasses: "Thank us...?"

Victor: "Now, ladies and gentlemen. Pay attention to me!"

Victor: "I'll flap this jacket like this..."

I proceeded to do so, making sure that all eyes were on me --.

Victor: "Then...!"

Victor: "Yes, a white dove...!"

As promised, a beautiful white dove flew out of my jacket.

Victor: "Hooray, today was a huge success!"

~~Part 4~~

Kate: "Heh, ha ha ha. Victor, once again it's hard to tell whether you've been successful or not with those doves."

Victor: "Ah...."

Believers: "Hahaha!"

Victor: "One more time! Let me regain my honour. What would you like?"

Surrounded by members of the congregation, Kate was smiling.

(...I'm so glad to see her happy face)

I was a man who could `never` promise her eternal love.

(Is it right to at least make her smile at this very moment?)

~~~

Victor: "It was a fun wedding, wasn't it, Kate?"

Kate: "Heh, yes. Your magic tricks were a big hit as well."

Victor: "It's more likely that everyone just pitied me, but since they were laughing, I guess it's okay."

Kate: "Right."

A soft breeze ruffled her hair.

(...the wind is getting colder. Can't let Kate catch something)

(Should we call it a night?)

As I was pondering over it, Kate suddenly spoke up.

Kate: "Victor, can I have a reward for completing my mission successfully?"

Victor: "......."

(It's rare for her to say something like this. No, isn't it the first time?)

When a girl such as her wished for something, I wanted to make it happen.

Victor: "Yes, of course. Whatever you want, I shall give it to you."

Victor: "Now, tell me. What would you like?"

~~Part 5~~

Kate asked for a reward for successfully completing the mission.

Victor: "Yes, of course. Whatever you want, I shall give it to you."

Victor: "Now, tell me. What would you like?"

She looked at me with a solemn expression.

Kate: "The right to listen to you whenever something sad or painful happens."

Victor: "Kate..."

(Oh, I see)

*flashback starts*

Victor: "Because I, you see dear Kate, I may have tasted enough pain and suffering to last a lifetime."

Victor: "That's why I'm feeling tired of being trapped by such things."

*flashback ends*

(You remembered what I said back then, didn't you?)

Kate: "Ah, I don't mean to... force it. I know there are things you wouldn't want to say."

Kate: "But on days when it's too much to handle things on your own, could you talk to me?"

Kate: "I'm not as good at listening as you are, but I can be silent as a grave."

Victor: "Heh, ahaha! A grave!"

Even though Kate was serious, I couldn't stop myself from laughing.

It was too much to see her so cute and admirable.

Victor: "I don't think I could ever compare such a lovely girl to a grave."

Victor: "I'll call you by your name."

Victor: "Then, when that time comes, will you be my companion?"

Kate: "Y-yes! Of course, Victor."

She showed me the biggest smile of the day.

(Are you smiling like that just because you've learned that you can help me?)

Victor: "A young girl like you..."

Victor: "If you keep saying such cute things, I'll snatch you away into the darknes, you know?"

(I'm the kind of guy who could easily take everything from you)

(I'll just leave you alone--)

Victor: "Kidding."

When I assumed my usual `Victor, the Queen's Aide` expression, Kate visibly relaxed and smiled in response.

(There are so many things I can't tell you... I'm a troublesome man)

Victor: "It's a shame to end the night here. Shall we enjoy each other's company a little longer and then go back together?"

Epilogue

[maraa755]

Ch. 14, Breaking Point

'My Marauders' Masterlist General Masterlist Read On Wattpad - Here!

Pairings: J.P., R.L., S.B. x OC Warnings: N/A Word Count: 3.8k

Cassandra groaned as she sat down, her skirt brushing against the polished dark wood beneath her. She shifted further across the bench to make room for Calliope. "You alright?" Calliope asked softly as she settled into her seat.

"Quidditch practice has been kicking m'arse," Cassandra complained, rubbing her sore thighs.

"I don't see why you all need to practice so much," Calliope shrugged, pulling her Charms textbook from her bag.

"It's incredibly important," Cass declared passionately. "It's my last year in this stone prison, and I'll be damned if your boy-toys beat us."

Calliope slapped a hand on Cassandra's sore thigh, more out of reflex than intention, trying to quiet her down.

"Hey! What the hell was that for?" Cassandra groaned, her voice rising from deep in her throat.

Calliope shook her head, leaning in closer. "Quiet down! They might hear you!"

Cassandra rolled her eyes, dismissing her best friend's concern. Turning her body towards the boys, she said, "Cal, there's no way they heard anything. Just look." She gestured towards them, her tone insistent.

Calliope's expression shifted from concern to confusion as she turned around. The boys were all bickering with one another, with Remus surprisingly looking the angriest. She made a mental note to ask him about it privately; after all, they did have detention together tomorrow.

She continued to watch for a brief moment. James's eyes shifted to Calliope, an unidentifiable emotion shining in them. Noticing her gaze, he quickly nudged Sirius who had been arguing with Remus. The interaction attracted Remus and all three boys swiftly looked over at her. Calliope and Cass quickly swiveled their heads back to face forward.

"Wonderful, now we look like stalkers," Calliope huffed.

Cassandra rolled her eyes again. "Calm down, Calli. You spend almost every moment with those boys. If you were a stalker, they'd have figured it out by now."

"Shut up, doesn't make it any less awkward, does it?" Calliope asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.

"I'd say it's more funny," Cassandra shrugged, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"Oh, shut it," Calliope retorted, her embarrassment dissipating by the second. She couldn't help but smile at Cassandra's teasing.

"I wonder what boy number one looked so stressed about," Cassandra mused aloud as she pulled her textbook from her bag.

Calliope's eyebrows furrowed, "Boy number one?"

"Remus Lupin," Cassandra stated matter-of-factly.

"You actually numbered them?" Calliope asked, her jaw slacking gently.

"Of course, it wasn't just a joke," Cass shrugged, lowering her voice to avoid being reprimanded by a nearby Ravenclaw. "Remus is one, James is two, and Sirius is three."

"I cannot believe you," Calliope said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Ahem, now where was I? Right, boy number one. What's going on with him?" Cassandra asked, her curiosity evident.

"No clue," Calliope shrugged. "He looked a little on edge earlier in Twomane's classroom too."

"Hmm," Cass murmured, her eyes widening slightly with curiosity.

"Hmm?" Cal repeats, wanting to understand what Cassandra is trying to put together.

"You don't think he--" Calliope's sentence was abruptly cut short as their professor walked in. The boys immediately stopped arguing, their posture straightening.

Calliope shot Cass a frustrated look, annoyed at being in suspense about what her friend was thinking. Knowing Cassandra, she would inevitably forget it in seconds.

Flitwick strolled to the front of the room, greeting students with small waves as the tail end of his coat fluttered in the air. He climbed onto his desk, stepping onto a pile of dusty books that Calliope could only assume he was done using.

He stood proudly in front of the class. "Hello, students! Lovely to see all of you bright seventh years today!"

He received a chorus of hellos in response.

"Now today," he unsheathed his wand, "we will be revisiting the spells you all learned in your very first year."

Calliope smiled, her mind revisiting how the boys, apart from Remus, struggled to get the hang of Leviosa.

"Can anyone remember the spell we did in our first lesson?" Flitwick called out, expecting a hand or two.

Dorcas Meadows threw her hand up, eager to be called upon. Calliope had spoken to Dorcas a few times, usually at the parties the boys dragged her to. They had bonded over being the quietest ones in the room, often found on the couches engaged in small talk. Calliope had nothing against Dorcas; in fact, she found her extremely intelligent and friendly. However, there had never been a defining moment that solidified a deeper bond between them.

"Miss Meadows?" Flitwick responded.

"Wingardium Leviosa, sir." Dorcas stated, confident in herself.

"Absolutely correct! Five points to Gryffindor," Flitwick announced, waving his wand in a flourish.

Dorcas nodded, smiling happily, and Marlene nudged her with her shoulder, giving her a wink.

Calliope smiled as she watched the exchange. It was nice to see Marlene happy. She made a mental note to catch up with her soon; it had been a while.

"One of the wizards' most rudimentary skills is levitation, or the ability to make objects fly!" Flitwick announced, echoing his teaching style from when the seventh-years were just starting out.

White feathers floated down onto each student's desk, some accidentally landing on a head or two.

"It's just like in the first-year," Cassandra remarked, smiling as Calliope nodded cheerfully alongside her.

"Does everyone have their feathers?" He scanned the room, ensuring everybody was equipped with the correct items. "Good, good," he confirmed once his inspection was complete.

Calliope brushed her finger against the feather, feeling its smooth angles.

"Remember the swish and flick of your wrists!" Flitwick cautioned. "Begin!"

The spell came easily to Calliope and Cassandra; they had used it almost daily while getting ready.

They both lifted their feathers effortlessly into the air, watching them hover and dance in front of them. Calliope grinned at Cassandra, who mirrored her excitement.

Meanwhile, above them, James and Sirius were joking around with the feathers, essentially using them for a playful sword fight. Remus, as always, managed to perform the spell flawlessly, his feather floating gracefully in front of him.

Flitwick moved around the classroom, offering guidance and encouragement where needed. The atmosphere was a mix of concentration and amusement, with occasional bursts of laughter as feathers floated erratically around the room.

Everyone had officially gotten it, some later than others, "Well done! It seems as though everyone managed to do it, wonderful!" Flitwick smiled warmly, his glasses twinkling with pride.

"I'm surprised some people struggled," Cassandra said, glancing around the room before her eyes met Calliope's.

Calliope shrugged, "Not everyone has been practicing as much as we have."

"True," Cassandra replied with a smirk. "But it was still fun to watch."

The lesson eventually came to an end. Despite Remus lingering in her thoughts, Calliope had managed to enjoy the class.

Calliope packed her bag and told Cassandra she could head down to the Great Hall without her. She avoided looking at the boys, not wanting to get caught up in their ongoing argument—if they were still fighting. All she knew was that it wasn't something she wanted to be involved in.

She slipped out of the booth-type seating, unaware that the three boys above her froze. They exchanged panicked glances, but she didn't approach them. Instead, she made her way across the room toward Marlene McKinnon.

They were slightly confused by Calliope's unexpected path, their bodies unfreezing as she passed by. Cassandra shot them a glare as she walked past, though they weren't entirely sure why. It felt threatening nonetheless.

"Where is she going?" James asked, his confusion evident in his voice.

"To McKinnon, look," Sirius pointed a finger toward Calliope as she cheerfully strolled over there.

"Leave her be," Remus said in a low, quiet voice, his tone suggesting he didn't want any further discussion on the matter.

"Moony, what the fuck is up with you?" James spat, well aware of the reason behind Remus's behavior—the same reason that had sparked their earlier argument, now paused as they caught Calliope's confused gaze.

"James, I can't-" Remus's frustrated words were cut off by Sirius.

"Stop. We will talk later," Sirius said firmly, glaring at James and Remus.

The boys reluctantly nodded, understanding that discussing their issues privately was for the best. They especially didn't want anyone, least of all Calliope, overhearing their conversation.

As they exited the room and made their way toward the Great Hall, on the other side of the room, Calliope greeted Marlene and Dorcas with quick waves.

"Hey, long time no see," Marlene said in a cool tone, smiling warmly at Calliope.

"It's great to see you, Calliope!" Dorcas chimed in, her smile bright and genuine.

Calliope returned their smiles warmly, grateful for their cheerful presence after the tension she sensed among the boys.

"How've you both been?" Calliope asked, genuinely interested in catching up with the two of them.

Marlene shrugged playfully, as she slung an arm over Dorcas's shoulders, "Oh, you know, surviving seventh year, just barely."

Calliope laughed gently as Dorcas leaned into Marlene's touch.

"Heard you're supposed to be throwing a party soon?" Marlene asked, a grin forming on her face as Dorcas raised an eyebrow.

"I suppose Sirius told you that?" Calliope groaned.

"Correct. Is it true?" Marlene pressed.

"Unfortunately, they're forcing me," Calliope admitted with a resigned sigh.

Marlene clapped her hands together excitedly at the prospect of a party. "If you ever need any help, let me know! I'd gladly endure all of James's bickering to skip a Quidditch practice or two for this."

Calliope smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Marlene. I might take you up on that offer."

Dorcas chuckled. "Count me in too. I'm not the biggest partier, but I do love setting one up."

"Brilliant," Calliope nodded at the two girls.

After finishing their chat, they parted ways, and Calliope headed towards the Great Hall. She couldn't help but hope that the boys would sort things out smoothly; she really didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

Calliope pushed open the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of Hogwarts at lunchtime. To her surprise, the long tables were nearly filled with students chatting and laughing. She hadn't realized she had spent so much time chatting with Marlene and Dorcas.

The aroma of various dishes filled the air, from hearty stews to freshly baked pies. The enchanted ceiling above mimicked a bright, sunny day with fluffy clouds drifting lazily across a blue sky.

As Calliope quickly scanned the room, she noticed her friends sitting in their usual spots. However, to her surprise, Bianca was occupying Calliope's usual seat, just as she had in the morning. Even more puzzling, Peter had moved to sit beside Remus, taking the seat that Calliope had recently begun using.

Confused, Calliope made her way over to her friends, her brow furrowing slightly. "Hey, what's with the seating change?" she asked, trying to mask her curiosity with a casual tone.

Peter looked up, seeming a bit flustered. "Oh, um, sorry, Calliope. I just... thought I'd sit here today. Is that alright?"

Calliope nodded again, a bit puzzled by the sudden rearrangement but deciding not to press further. "Yeah, sure, it's fine."

Noticing that Sirius had shifted down a seat, creating space between him and James, Calliope gratefully accepted the invitation to sit between them.

It was unusually quiet as she gathered various items of food and dropped them on her plate, "Everyone fine?"

Bianca nodded enthusiastically, oblivious to any tension in the air. The boys exchanged glances before James spoke up, his tone somewhat forced. "Wonderful."

Calliope sensed an undercurrent of unease despite James's attempt to sound upbeat. She decided to change the subject, hoping to lighten the mood.

"So, uh," Calliope cleared her throat, gathering her thoughts. "I'll be starting planning the party soon... Marlene and Dorcas said they could help me out."

Sirius smiled warmly, casually draping an arm over her shoulder. His touch made her shudder slightly, recalling the events of the previous night. "I see you've accepted your fate."

"No way out of it now," Calliope replied with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Sirius's arm remained around her, and a quiet settled over the table once more. Calliope couldn't help but think that Bianca must be noticing the stark contrast between this morning and now.

Remus's gaze lingered on Sirius's arm draped casually over Calliope's shoulder, his fingers lightly resting on her bicep. It was a subtle gesture, yet Remus couldn't help but notice the intimacy in the way Sirius touched her. His eyes hardened slightly at the sight, unease stirring within him.

Calliope, oblivious to Remus's scrutiny, continued chatting with the others at the table, trying to maintain a cheerful demeanor. But Remus's silent observation did not escape Sirius's notice. Sensing the tension, Sirius subtly shifted his arm away from Calliope's shoulder, glancing at Remus with a questioning look.

Remus met Sirius's gaze briefly, his expression unreadable. Sirius understood the unspoken message and reluctantly withdrew his arm entirely.

Calliope snapped out of her conversation with Peter and Bianca, feeling the absence of Sirius's arm around her shoulder. Her eyes glanced up at Sirius, silently questioning him, willing him to put his arm back around her.

Remus's jaw tightened imperceptibly, his gaze unwavering. Without breaking eye contact, Sirius allowed a smirk to play on his lips before casually placing his arm back around Calliope's shoulder. This time, he pulled her closer, their sides now pressed together. His fingers traced idle patterns on her arm

Calliope, feeling the familiar warmth of Sirius's arm around her once more, relaxed slightly. She glanced up at him with a small smile. Sirius returned her gaze with a faint smile of his own, his fingers continuing to trace gentle patterns on her arm.

Meanwhile, Remus's expression remained impassive, though his eyes flickered briefly with an emotion that was hard to decipher. He shifted his focus back to his plate, taking a deep breath as he tried to push aside the unease that had settled within him.

Sirius smirked at the resignation he sensed from Remus. Despite his contemplation over whether his actions were wise, he couldn't resist pushing the boundaries further. "Cal," he called out, his voice deepening slightly.

Remus looked up at Sirius with narrowed eyes as he called her name. Calliope, drawn out of her conversation once again, looked up at Sirius and asked, "Yes?"

"I was just thinking," Sirius said, his gaze leaving Calliope's and shifting over to Remus, who was already watching him intently, "I had a great time last night."

This attracted the attention of James, who up until now had been zoning out thinking about new quidditch strategies– or at least that is what Calliope had assumed.

"Sirius," Calliope said shyly, causing both Remus and James to exchange confused glances.

As far as they knew, Sirius and Calliope only had detention together, and neither could fathom how that could be 'great,' especially since Sirius had been throwing a hissy fit during that detention.

His head inched closer to hers, his lips almost brushing against her ear as he whispered, loud enough for both Remus and James to hear, "Your lips felt so soft."

Calliope's eyes widened in surprise at Sirius's whispered words, feeling a rush of heat creep up her neck. She glanced nervously at Remus and James, who both wore expressions ranging from confusion to disbelief.

"Sirius," she murmured, her head tilting slightly closer to his upper chest and neck, her voice steady but laced with a hint of unease. "Maybe we should discuss this later, in private."

Remus's jaw visibly tightened, his eyes narrowing as he shot Sirius a pointed look that conveyed his clear disapproval. The implications of Sirius's words had unsettled him, but it wasn't until Calliope suggested speaking in private that Remus's unease became palpable. His chest tightened, a deep breath escaping him as he struggled to maintain composure.

Sirius wore a smug expression as he observed Remus's reaction, fully aware that he had successfully provoked him. However, what Sirius didn't realize was that James was equally affected. Like Remus, James felt a deep burning in his chest.

James's eyebrows furrowed, his struggle to maintain composure more evident.

Sirius hummed softly, his voice no longer a whisper. "What's wrong with now? Don't want Remus and James to know how sweet you are to me, love?"

"Siri, stop," Calliope said, her cheeks flushed with a pink tint, refusing to look at any of the boys.

Peter's mouth hung open, stunned by Sirius's revelations. The conversation he had been having with Bianca was long forgotten, overshadowed by the shock of Sirius's words.

Bianca, feeling like an outsider amidst the group's complex dynamics, did her best to maintain composure. She tried to blend in, silently chewing on a forkful of lettuce, her discomfort evident as she struggled to make sense of the unfolding drama.

Calliope shot Bianca an apologetic look. Calliope could sense how uncomfortable the situation had become and felt sorry that Bianca was caught in such an awkward moment.

"What happened last night, Calliope?" Remus's voice carried a rough edge, an intensity that Calliope had never heard before.

Calliope hesitated, struggling to find the right words. She was taken aback by the unexpected intensity of this situation. It felt like this year had already been filled with more drama than she could handle, and it had barely been a week since they arrived.

"Nothing!" she finally sputtered, her voice coming out in a hurried, defensive burst.

Remus's eyes remained locked on Calliope, his frustration barely contained. "Nothing?" James repeated, his tone carrying an incredulous edge.

Calliope, feeling cornered, looked away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, nothing," she insisted, her voice tightening.

Sirius remained silent, a smug expression fixed on Remus. James crossed his arms, his gaze shifting between Sirius and Remus, unsure of how to address the charged atmosphere.

"So you didn't kiss him?" Remus asked, his cold gaze fixed on Calliope, completely ignoring Sirius. His focus was solely on her, his tone cutting through the tense silence.

"That's enough," James chided, his voice firm. "Everyone, stop." His frustration was clear as he tried to regain control of the situation.

The table fell into an uncomfortable silence, the tension palpable. Calliope's heart pounded as she looked down at her plate, unsure of what to say or do next. She could feel Remus's eyes on her, burning with a mixture of hurt and anger that she hadn't anticipated.

Sirius finally broke the silence with a nonchalant shrug, leaning back in his seat. "Relax, Moony. It was just a bit of fun."

"Fun?" Calliope and Remus asked in unison, their voices carrying different shades of emotion. Hurt shone in Calliope's eyes, while Remus's face was altered with frustration.

Sirius's eyes widened at Calliope's response, realizing she had misunderstood his intentions. "Cal, wait," he said, his voice softer, almost pleading. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Bloody hell," James sighed, glancing over at Sirius.

A bitter scoff escaped Calliope's lips as she pushed herself up from the bench, her movements sharp with anger.

"Calliope, wait!" Sirius's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist in a desperate attempt to keep her from leaving.

She wrenched her arm free, her eyes blazing as she glared down at him. "Don't you dare touch me," she spat, "I'm not one of your groupies, Sirius. How dare you think so and how dare you treat me like one."

"Listen to me, I didn't mean it like that!" Sirius shouted desperation tinged in his voice as she stormed down the aisle toward the heavy oak doors of the Great Hall.

Bianca jumped up from her seat, a mix of concern and urgency propelling her forward. She hurried after Calliope, determined to make sure her new friend was okay and eager to escape the stifling awkwardness that lingered in the hall.

Once the boys were alone, Sirius felt a tightening in his chest. The weight of Calliope's words and the rawness of her departure settled heavily on him.

Peter's voice cut through the silence, loud and uncharacteristically harsh. "What the fuck is wrong with you lot?"

The boys were stunned. Peter, normally the quiet observer, had rarely ever spoken with such intensity. The shock of his outburst left James, Remus, and Sirius momentarily speechless.

"Peter—" James began, trying to find his words. His frustration was palpable, his eyes darting between Sirius and Remus.

"No, seriously," Peter interrupted, his gaze fixed on Sirius. "You've really messed things up this time. How could you be so insensitive?"

Sirius's face fell as he absorbed Peter's words. His usual confidence wavered, and he looked down at the table, his fingers nervously tracing the grain of the wood.

"I didn't mean it like that," Sirius said, his voice low and filled with regret. "I was just trying to—"

"Trying to do what?" Peter snapped, his voice cracking with frustration. "Ruin your friendship? Well, you bloody well did that." He shook his head, his eyes narrowing at Sirius. "She's right, you know. She isn't one of your groupies, Padfoot."

"I know! I didn't mean to-" Sirius was interrupted by Peter once again.

"I don't care what you meant or didn't mean," Peter said, his voice cut with anger. "Throughout that entire mess, you never once considered her feelings. Not once, you complete git. And what the bloody hell was that even about? Were you trying to make Remus jealous or something?"

Sirius winced at Peter's words, the sting of his friend's criticism cutting deep. He opened his mouth to respond but Peter's glare silenced him.

"You think you can just brush off what you said with a 'sorry'?" Peter continued, his tone unforgiving. "You're not only making her feel insignificant; you're playing with people's emotions like it's some sort of game. And if you thought this just was going to be a way to get under Remus's skin, you were wrong. You just made everything worse."

"It's not only my fault!" Sirius's voice was raw, his frustration palpable. "Peter, I know what I've done, but you don't understand what led to it. If you're going to be yelling at anyone, then yell at Moony."

Sirius's gaze shifted to Remus, his eyes blazing with anger. The accusation hung heavy in the air, and the silence that followed was almost suffocating.

Remus's face hardened, his jaw clenching as he met Sirius's stare. "Don't try to shift the blame," he said quietly, his voice trembling with restrained emotion.

"You are the bloody fucking cause." Sirius snarled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Peter demanded, his confusion evident as he glanced toward James for some semblance of clarity. He knew he wouldn't get straightforward answers from Sirius or Remus in this charged moment.

James sighed deeply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Remus wants us all to cut contact with Calliope," he said bluntly, not softening the blow.

"What?" Peter asked, his voice strained from yelling.

What they all had missed was Cassandra standing behind Sirius, her eyes wide with shock.

 "What!?" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief.

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[keicordelle]

Brain is still mush but I'm bored and can only watch so much anime in one sitting, so I figured I'd pick and choose some of those 2023 in Review writer asks to answer

1. What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

Dabbled a bit at the start of the year with some darker themes in smut. I think it turned out pretty well, but I definitely learned I just prefer to write sweet, romantic, and consensual. I'll play with it more at some point, I'm sure, but I think I've found my niche.

2. How many fics did you work on this year? (They don’t have to be finished or published!)

55! 43 of which are published atm

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

BG3, definitely. Even if I still haven't posted anything for it yet :P

5. What fandom(s) did you write for this year?

FFXIV, Genshin Impact, BG3, and that one Hades fic that I really hadn't intended to write

7. What character(s) captured your heart?

Astarion. I expected to like him because he's a sassy vampire. I did not expect to identify with him as much as I do. I don't doubt he will be firmly lodged in my heart for years to come.

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

The Soft Green Glow of Affection. I didn't really expect this fic to mean so much to me, but the softness between Aether and Xiao really hit home. Love offering solace to a tortured soul. (Not at all a theme with me, no siree)

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

Beneath the Human Guise was my first time working with a threesome, and it was a hell of a challenge keeping pronouns and names straight, not to mention being sure I hit the dynamic I was looking for. I'm really happy with how it turned out tho

13. What fic was the easiest to write?

To Soothe the Suffering of Ten Thousand Years was surprisingly easy to write! I love writing scar exploration, but I didn't expect it to flow quite as smoothly as it did

14. What were your shortest and longest fics this year?

Shortest: The Warmth of Home at 849 words Longest: The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra at 39, 341 (though admittedly some of that is from 2022 -- I still think just the 2023 additions would push it to the longest fic of the year tho)

15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

No Regrets! This fic was the precursor to my Thanuri fic A First for Everything, and I'm still very very proud of how it turned out. Sweet Emmanicard first time <3

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

They're all hard /o\ But I think that honor has to go to Rinse and Repeat. That's the fic where I gave up and phoned a friend to help title it

19. Share your favorite opening line

"Oh for the love of all creation, save us both from this torment and just go ask him to fuck you, would you?"

from The Alternative Uses of Aetherial Shackles. I like how jarring it is, and how it definitely mirrors the startle Eros would be feeling to have his daydreams interrupted by such a demand.

20. Share your favorite ending line

By the time I awoke, Estinien was gone.

from Just for Tonight. Love me a bittersweet ending.

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

Answered here

25. What did you use to write? (e.g. writing programs, paper & pen, etc.)

I write exclusively in the Notes app on my phone and then transfer it over to Word to edit it

29. If this were an awards show, who would you thank?

Ahem. I would like to thank my friend Zena for being the most excellent sounding board/cheerleader/occasional unwitting beta reader. Also my friend Kore for being infinitely more adept at titling things than I am and for being so willing to help me with that. And above all else, I'd like to thank my fans: everyone who commented, kudosed, and read my works this year. You make it worth all the hardship that is writing <3

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

2024 is going to be the year of series, I think! I look forward to continuing with A First for Everything, and I've also got 2 different BG3 series in the works: one a self-indulgent Kazstarion piece, and one centred around Gale! Plus a few shorter multi-chaptered thinks I'd like to work on for Genshin. I look forward to sharing more about them all!