#anyway .. ignore this and me haha *runs and hides*

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by @hippolotamus @inell @tizniz @dangerpronebuddie

Sooooo today’s inspo is a little bit different than why I normally do … I’ve had this itch to attempt to create art for my Buddie Fantasy AU and well, I’m giving it a go!

This is just rough stuff I fiddled around with for a bit, I haven’t actually opened the Procreate app to properly get started. Tbh I’m kind of procrastinating doing that cos I’m scared I’m gonna suck so bad 🙈

But anyway .. the creative itch is itching, just not really for writing atm, which is okay (even though I do miss it).

No pressure tagging: @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @shitouttabuck @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @madneywedding @devirnis @bidisasterevankinard @fiona-fififi @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @homerforsure @hoodie-buck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @bekkachaos @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie and as always, anyone else who has something they want to share, consider this your official tag 🏷

[pomefioredove]

HIII I SAW THE FLIRTY PROMPTS EVENTS AND RAN HAHA

Can I please get "You're a shy little thing, aren't you?" with Rook please???? 🙏🙏🫠🫠🤍

anon this one is PERFECT omg screaming...

summary: "you're a shy little thing, aren't you?" type of post: short fic characters: rook additional info: romantic(?), reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, Rook being a little freak, shamelessly flirty, not proofread a part of this event

There's that feeling again.

Your heart rate picking up, muscles tensing, adrenaline urging you to find somewhere to run, a quiet corner to lurk until those eyes you feel on the back of your neck have turned away...

You're surrounded by people, but even the crowd isn't enough to hide you.

For so many years, you hadn't been noticed at all. An unsaved seat, a forgotten name, a dull, drooping wallflower with nowhere to root. Ignored and undesired, nothing more than a piece of furniture in everyone else's lives.

You had long come to accept that it's just how things are, even here.

And, so, the feeling of being watched is wholly unfamiliar.

You slip out of the midday crowd and into a quiet corridor. Your worst fear, really, is that whoever's keeping their eye on you is picking you apart at the seams, analyzing your every flaw...

As if being quiet didn't make you enough of a target...

"Ah, there you are! I thought I lost you,"

You nearly jump. For a moment, you're tempted to look around the vacant corridor for someone hiding in the shadows, because, surely, that voice isn't addressing you.

The boy at the other end of the hall tilts his head. "Ah, do not be frightened! I was only worried you had been swallowed by the crowd,"

You blink.

"...Me?"

"Oui," he responds, putting his hands on his hips. "You are such a tiny thing, I could not let any harm befall you under my watch."

There's something rather unsettling about his gaze. Familiar, even.

"Tiny?" you scoff at the description. "...Who are you, anyway?"

His smile is just as uneasy. Too eager, you think. "Je suis désolée, how rude, I have not introduced myself yet. Where are my manners?" he scolds himself, taking a step forward.

"Rook Hunt."

No, not familiar at all. You've never seen this man in your life, even if there's something about his gaze that strikes a chord with you.

You give your name in return, to which he hums.

"You are quite the interesting creature, you know."

Creature? You give him a sour look, and he chuckles.

"I mean it in the loveliest way. Like a flower which takes a century to bloom, or a comet one might see but once in their lifetime,"

He speaks enthusiastically, and thus fast, leaving you dizzy with metaphors and imagery.

"...Is that a compliment?"

A small smile graces his lips, and he leans forward. "Would you like it to be?"

Full of surprises. You instinctively lean back, further away from those piercing eyes.

He hums again, eyes shining with amusement. "Ah, ah, have I embarrassed you? My apologies,"

"I'm fine," you lie, and leave it at that. You can't seem to come up with a good excuse, and your face feels warm.

Rook tuts, circling around you like a predator surveying its prey.

"...There is no shame in being flattered, chérie. Though I would gladly embarrass you all day just to see that lovely look on your face again,"

You watch him carefully, though avoid eye contact as he stops, eventually, standing in front of you again with a little smile.

"It is a shame you hide yourself, even now. Your beauty should be appreciated," he says. "...Though, I admit, I find the idea of keeping it all to myself rather tempting."

He's going to give you a heart attack, you think. You can feel the embarrassment swelling in your chest, making your heart beat a little faster and averting your gaze to the ground.

He chuckles. "You're a shy little thing, aren't you?"

"I..." you cough awkwardly, eyes fixed on the floor tiles. "...Don't get complimented often."

Rook places a hand over his heart, as if offended by the very thought. "Non? What a cruel world we live in, where such beauty goes unnoticed! The very notion wounds me!"

"Well, then..." he says, getting down on one knee and taking your hand in his, kissing each of your knuckles.

"...Let me make up for it, chérie."

[in-my-feels-probably]

hi!

I saw you were in desperate need of requests for our lovely Slytherin boys, so I figured I'd help haha.

Would you be inspired by "how the Slytherin boys would spend a rainy Sunday morning with you?" if not it's alright :)

love <3

How the Slytherin Boys Would Spend a Rainy Morning with You

Request: Would you be inspired by "how the Slytherin boys would spend a rainy Sunday morning with you?" if not it's alright :)

Hi! This is my first time doing one of these, so hopefully I do alright. Besides Regulus, I’ve never written for these characters, so please bear with me while I try and get the hang of it. Also, I’ve never read the fics Enzo and Mattheo are from, so this is just a little bit of research and a vibe I'm going with. If you think anything is out of character, please tell me, I’m happy getting any feedback to use in later work. Also, I’m ignoring that the boys' dorms are in the dungeons, since I wanted to put a window for some of them. Anyways, thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it :)

(Warnings: mentions of insomnia, insecurity, smoking, let me know if i missed anything)

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Theodore Nott:

i think he’s definitely an insomniac. any amount of noise is going to wake him up, and then he’ll just be in his head till he finally forces himself out of bed. 

i do think the sound of rain would make him tired too, but it would be so distracting that he couldn’t sleep through it. he’d be so frustrated, and maybe a little grumpy.

before you, he’d use the time to smoke outside under a covering undisturbed. but with you, he just wouldn’t be able to bring himself to get out of bed. he wants to go smoke, but he’s not about to wake you up. you’d ask him if he wants to go outside once you wake up, but he’d just shake his head.

you’re a much needed distraction, and he just wants to be close to you. i think he’s a bit touch starved, and he’d want you to hold him while he rests a little while longer.

nap time if he can fall asleep for sure. you’d be able to see how tired he was, and just gently try to coax him to rest for a little while longer till the rain passed.

Theo had been up for quite a while when you finally stirred. It was still quite early, and you had not intended on getting up until you felt the empty spot in the bed next to you. You found him sitting at the foot of the bed, a far off look in his eye. You furrowed your brows in confusion, sitting up to reach out to him. He nearly jumped up as he felt your hand on his shoulder, only relaxing when he turned around to see you gazing up at him. 

“Are you alright?” You asked, running your thumb along the curve of his shoulder. “Can’t sleep?”

He just nodded his head to the window where you could see the rain breaching the wake of the Black Lake. “The rain. It woke me up a little bit ago.”

“A little bit?” You asked, trying to hide your frown when you saw the dark rings developing around and under his eyes. 

He hadn’t slept well the past couple of nights, and you were hoping he was going to do better with you sleeping with him. But the weather had other plans.

He let out a frustrated sigh, having to take a calming breath. “Just maybe an hour or two.”

You could tell how aggravated not being able to sleep was making him. He couldn't sleep when he tried–and he couldn’t stay asleep once he finally managed to drift off. It was a vicious cycle, and you wished you could ease his pain. You looked over to the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand, seeing that one had been pulled out but not lit.

You gave his shoulder a squeeze, your voice soft. “Wanna go outside and smoke? I’ll come with you if you do, just let me–”.

Theo could feel embarrassment bubbling in his chest, feeling his skin heat. You knew him so well, even when neither of you had to say anything. You just understood how he ticked, and sometimes that frightened him. 

He knew there was nothing about him that you judged or looked down on–he knew that. But sometimes, with how gentle and understanding you treated him, he’d begin to feel like a burden. Like he was something you convinced yourself you had to fix out of obligation, not because you wanted to. He couldn’t have been more wrong, but it was hard for him to see that. And when he saw you going out of your way to try and help him, he shut it down.

“No, pretty girl,” he interrupted, reaching up to cradle your cheek in his palm. “I’ll go later. Go back to sleep. You don’t need to be up for a while.”

You could feel your chest tighten. He needed your help, but he didn’t know how to ask for it–he didn’t know how to accept it. The day had barely started, and you could see how drained he was already. And with a full week of classes coming up?

He wasn't going to make it.

“Come here, sweet boy,” you pleaded, laying back down against the pillows and opening your arms. “Forget about the rain for a moment. Just lay with me for a bit. You don’t have to sleep–just close your eyes and breath.”

Theo almost said no. 

He was so close to shaking his head and brushing you off, but he couldn’t ignore the look in your eyes. You wanted to hold him just as much as he needed to be held, and he was so exhausted that he didn’t have it in him to argue. He finally relented, crawling back into bed with you under the covers. He rested his head against your chest, letting his arms settle around your waist. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. It was quiet for a moment as you stared up at the ceiling, his gaze set on the window.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he murmured after a moment, pressing a kiss into your skin. “It’s nice.”

You smiled, knowing he could hear how your heart fluttered at his words. “Good. Focus on that, not the rain. Close your eyes, baby. Just rest.”

—

Lorenzo Berkshire:

this man is 100% the kind of guy that stomped in puddles as a little kid after it rained, even if his parents yelled at him for it. 

he’d want to let you sleep, but he’d be so excited that—if you didn’t wake up fast enough—he’s easing you awake and begging you to come outside with him.

he wouldn’t want you getting wet tho, he doesn’t want you catching a cold or feeling uncomfortable. he just wants to be able to look at you while he enjoys his morning.

if you wanna splash in the puddles with him, he’ll get over himself and agree. but if you get sick, you’re getting a firm “i told you so,” but of course he’d take care of you anyways.

he’d think you look ADORABLE, even if you were soaked. once you get back inside to change, you better believe that man is throwing you one of his hoodies before you have a chance to put on something else.

You groaned as the bed shifted next to you, and a hand gently pulled at your shoulder. It was far too early for you to be up—Enzo especially, who loved nothing more than to sleep in—and you shrugged away as you buried your face in the pillows.

“Honey, please,” Enzo pleaded with you, a warm hand coming to cup your cheek. “I can’t wait any longer.”

You cracked one eye open, peering up at him with a huff of frustration. “What is it?”

“It’s raining!” He said excitedly, rolling out of bed to peer out the window.

You smiled, letting out an exasperated chuckle. You groaned as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Enzo was practically halfway out the window already, leaning over the rail to see the grounds below.

“It rains nearly every week, darling,” you said, the covers pooling around your waist.

“Not like this,” he rationalized, coming back over to the bed to put on his shoes. “The puddles down there are massive.”

You smiled wider, leaning down to the foot of the bed where he was sitting to wrap your arms around his waist. “You’re so adorable, sometimes. Still a kid at heart, I think. My life would be a lot happier if I could see it like how you see yours.”

“Actually, I’m adorable all the time,” he corrected, turning around to press a kiss to your cheek. “But you’re the reason my life is happy. Jumping in those puddles downstairs will just make me happier. Come with me?”

You nodded, throwing on some clothes before following him down the stairs to the ground below. 

You winced as he slipped before steadying himself, letting out a laugh as he continued running. You internally urged him to be more careful, but you couldn’t help but smile from under the covered archway as he splashed around in the water, a dreamy glaze over his eyes. It must have been quite the sight to anyone looking out the windows above you. 

One of the most popular Slytherins in the entire school–splashing around in puddles like a child.

After a moment, you stepped out into the rain with him. He held out a hand for you to steady yourself, before placing his hands on your waist to keep you from slipping. He smoothed your hair back to keep it from matting to your face when you stilled.

“Go back under the cover, sweetheart. It’s too cold. I don’t want you getting sick out here.”

You shook your head, letting your arms settle around his neck. “And why would I do that? You’re out here. You’re just as likely to get sick.”

“Yes, but I have you to take care of me. You’ll end up with Madam Pomfrey if you get sick, she’s a lot more capable of taking care of you than me.”

You shrugged, blinking the rain out of your eyes. “Poppy and I get along quite well.”

Enzo let you stay out with him another moment longer, before he was leading you both back inside. As soon as you got back up to his dorm, he was casting a Warming Charm on you and shoving you into the bathroom to change clothes. The second you stepped out, he was helping you pull one of his hoodies over your head.

“Better?” You asked, grinning when his cheeks flushed a rosy pink.

He nodded, pulling you close. “Better.

—

Mattheo Riddle:

rainy day? oh, you mean never come out from under the covers day?

he’d absolutely whine about being cold. expect cold feet touching your legs, even when you’re squirming and trying to push him away. he’s not letting go. you’re his personal heater.

he’s definitely using it as a day to just be close to you and talk. he hardly ever lets himself be completely vulnerable around you, but being this close to you makes him feel like he can. just listen as best you can, and he’ll value that time with you so much.

i do think he’d get a bit uncomfortable and restless after a while, but he’d still want to keep talking to you like this. so you’d come up with some excuse to bring him somewhere else secluded so he can still be open with you but more comfortably.

but getting wet? an absolute no from him. wherever you take him has to be dry, or you will be hearing about it from him for the rest of the day.

You woke up to ice cold feet rubbing against your shins, opening your eyes with a gasp. Mattheo had wrapped himself around you tightly, his arms trapping you in his hold.

“Mattheo!” You whined, trying to squirm away. “Matty, please get your feet off me. And, for Merlin’s sake, put on socks! I told you last time!”

“I can’t get out of bed in this weather! It’s too cold, darling.”

You could practically feel his teeth chattering. He nuzzled his head into your neck, but you could feel his grin when he slid his foot down your leg. You eventually relented, turning around in his hold to face him so he could pull you closer. 

“Come here, you big baby,” you mused, making it a point to kick his foot away before you hooked your leg around his to warm him up.

You stayed like that for a long while, his head tucked up into your neck. Every once in a while, he’d murmur something into your skin, his voice low as he talked to you. You listened, muttering praises into his ear and coaxing him to continue every time there was a moment of silence. It was unusual to have him be this open with you, and you weren’t about to let him pull away. 

After a while, Mattheo started to fidget. He’d stretch a limb one at a time before curling back into you, continuing to talk. You could see the strain on his face—you could hear it in his voice. Finally, you reached for your wand, casting a Warming Charm over you both. You stood up, pulling on a hoodie of his before passing another one to him.

“Come on, my love. Your bed is too tiny and the dungeons are too cold for us to both be cooped up in here all day. Let’s get you warm somewhere else.”

He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, but he eagerly took the hand you offered him. “If I get rained on I’m not talking to you for the rest of the day.”

“We both know that’s not true, darling,” you grinned, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand before pulling him out the door.

—

Regulus Black:

early riser for SURE.

like he’s definitely the type to wake up in the morning and just lay there and think. and with you there, he’d be more than content to just lay with you and listen to the rain. 

he strikes me as the kind of person who likes an overcast sky. the sound of rain is calming, the sight of you is calming, and he wouldn’t feel like he needed to get up or do something productive. he’d just lay there and wait till you woke up to see what you wanted to do.

he really values his alone time, but he’d also appreciate sharing that time with you sometimes. you don’t have to talk, either. silence is good sometimes, and it brings him peace. 

but he’s definitely the type that wants to stay in under the covers and just have the day with you. and if the rain stopped in the next ten minutes? he doesn’t care. he’s declared it a rainy day, and you can’t change his mind.

Regulus had been up for hours by the time you woke up. He had propped himself up against his headboard, and gently moved you to where your head was resting against his stomach. He had been absentmindedly smoothing his hand over your hair when you finally opened your eyes, looking up at him.

He felt you move your head, smiling down at you. “Morning, love.”

You took a deep breath, smiling as the fresh air from the open window gently wafted in. You reached for his free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s finally raining,” you mused, peering out the window before dropping your head back down against his stomach. “I’ve been waiting all week for it to rain. Looks like it’s clearing up, though.”

“Is it? Well, we’ll ignore that, won’t we? I don’t feel like moving today. I’ll move tomorrow.”

You chuckled into his skin, tracing your fingertips just under the hem of his shirt. “I assume that means I’m not moving either, am I?”

Regulus just hummed, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as you settled yourself back into him. It was quiet for a moment as you both rested, feeling each other’s chests rise and fall. Regulus felt the worries of the day quite literally blow away, allowing himself this time with you. And with how relaxed you looked in his arms, he knew you felt the same way.

“Let me know if you’re getting hungry, alright?” He asked softly just as you were beginning to drift back off. “We can go down.”

You nodded, closing your eyes as you nuzzled closer to him. He smiled to himself, finally tearing his eyes away from you to look back out the window.

— A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry that some of these are a bit longer than others, I just find it easier writing for some of the boys. I have such a soft spot for Theo, and I got a little carried away. I promise to make the next one a little more even and fair. Thank you again for reading and submitting prompts, I’ll gladly take any more you have! I hope you enjoyed this :)

[little-emerald-snake]

Any chance we can pretty please get a spice level 1000 smut with ominis and mc?

You write so well and atm all im seeing on tumblr is seb.

Im an omi girl and im starving lol

If your current circumstances permit, could you delve into your deepest darkest smut mind and give us a golden heap of descriptive and intricate filth? Haha xxx

We all love you.

I squeal whenever you post. Xxxxx

Hope youre doing well

Did you just come from the Undercroft!? - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Ohhh boy this one is wayyyy better than my last Doninis request so I apologize. But holy heck…this came from the dark fucked up recesses of my brain so enjoy that 🤣 Thanks for reading love, I’m doing much better after cutting back how much I’ve been writing, I feel rejuvenated and have much better inspiration (ignore the fact I’m posting twice a week again 🙄) 🫶🏻

Warnings: reliving the trauma of Ominis yelling at you for coming out of the Undercroft, Dominis, degradation, name calling (seriously I did not hold back), spitting, spit swallowing, clit/pussy spanking, rough fingering, squirting, spanking thighs and ass, unprotected rough sex, marking, threats of impregnation, threats of defamation, gaslighting, so much use of the word slut, overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, oral m receiving, cum swallowing, no aftercare (hang in there loves, it’s a tough one)

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She carefully stepped out from the undercroft, glancing around to see the coast was clear before stepping out. Much to her surprise the familiar blonde Slytherin stood there almost as if he was headed there himself. “Hello Sebastian. Wait.”

Her heart began to race in her chest and she momentarily debated making a run for it or staying absolutely silent and pretending she wasn’t there at all. “You there. I can hear you.”

Well there went that plan. The blind Slytherin wasn’t to be trifled with. That much she knew. No sense in hiding if he already knew that she was in fact there and it wasn’t in fact his best friend. “Oh, hello Ominis, isn’t it? I believe we have a few classes together, right?”

The blonde's brows rose and he looked momentarily puzzled before standing a bit straighter. “I recognize that voice. Heard you talking to Garreth Weasley in Potions class. You’re the new fifth-year.”

She was about to cheerily agree but a scowl met his features and her stomach sunk. He looked absolutely furious. “Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?”

She swallowed nervously, deciding in that moment that she wouldn’t rat out Sebastian after he’d taken the fall for her in the library. “Oh? That room’s called ‘the Undercroft?’ Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-“

He frowned deeply, interrupting her with a cutting tone. “Don’t lie to me. No one ‘stumbles’ upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn’t he?”

He suddenly shifted closer to her, nearly pinning her against the clock decorated door to the Undercroft and she swallowed again. “I can’t risk you telling anyone about this place, you know. Sebastian’s going to get an earful about this. He gets into enough trouble as it is and doesn’t need your help in doing so. Come with me.”

He stepped away from her, bringing his wand up to guide him before grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the opening. He carefully opened the passageway to the Undercroft and shoved her inside, stepping in after her and gripping her arm again.

She stumbled as he easily guided her to the couch and tossed her down roughly. She debated getting up and making a run for it but he stood right in front of her, blocking her exit unless she jumped over the back of the sofa. “I’m going to punish you for lying on behalf of Sebastian. I bet he only showed you this place so he wouldn’t be interrupted while taking your sweet pussy. He should know better. This is my hideout. He shouldn’t be bringing his mischievous romps down here anyway.”

She stuttered over her words, anxious as Ominis’ body language changed and his words lost their proper tone and changed to a different, more demanding tone. “I-I…we weren’t doing anything like that. H-he simply was showing me a place to work on my magic since I’m behind. I-I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and I meant that. I-I’d never-“

He tsked her, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look at him. “You’re loyal to Sebastian. Not me. Therefore I can’t trust you. As for Sebastian, he’s showing you the Dark Arts isn't he? You’re learning the curses with him aren’t you? You will not sully my Undercroft with Dark Magic or your vile sexual acts.”

She pressed herself against the back of the couch, heartbeat thundering behind her ribs all the way down between her legs. She couldn’t explain why his anger was working her up but it was.

He chuckled, wand blinking in his hand. “My my, your heart sure is beating away. Partially because you're scared but there’s something more isn’t there? What? Sebastian teaching you the Dark Arts is riling you up is it? Are you greedy for power? You do realize I’m a Gaunt, right? Sallow is a pureblood wizard but I’m a direct pureblooded descendant of Salazar himself. My blood runs thicker with tragedy than any other wizarding family known to the wizarding world.”

Her mouth went dry. That wasn’t what she was about at all. It had nothing to do with power or learning the Dark Arts which she actually feared. But the way he was speaking to her, boasting himself up and almost trying to compete with Sebastian for her attention had her going. This was a very different side to Ominis.

He snickered, tucking his wand away and lowering himself to kneel on the couch with his hands on the tips of the cushions behind her and his knee between her legs. Her body went rigid when hot breath ghosted across her neck and a hand caressed her stomach, slowly adding pressure and moving downwards. “That’s right. I know you’re a pureblood. I could easily fill you with a Gaunt heir and you would very quickly become an important witch. Your name would be in everyone’s mouth.”

His hand now lifted the hem of her skirt and she nearly choked when a devious smirk decorated Ominis’ features. Shame burned through her. “No bloomers on. You filthy slut. Now I’m sure of it. You were down here trying to fuck Sebastian weren’t you. He’s ever the playboy you know. He’ll stick his cock in anything. You aren’t special.”

Her heart raced, squirming as his fingers traced up her inner thigh to find her soaking wet pussy. He groaned, yanking her skirt up and moving her knees apart a bit to spit directly onto her sex. The action caught her off guard but he flattened his palm, rubbing her pussy with his flattened fingers by starting slow and getting rougher.

She held back whimpers and moans but this only made him angrier. She gasped as his free hand moved off the cushions and squeezed her cheeks. The action forced her lips to open and that was when he spit inside her mouth, fingers still roughly rubbing against her sensitive sex.

She hesitated, freezing with his spit in her mouth now and unsure what to do. He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Swallow it. Filthy slut. You better consider this an honor.”

She swallowed. It felt wrong but that didn’t stop her body from responding with hot electric tingles spreading down her body. He chuckled, finding her clit with the ball of his palm and rubbing aggressively. The sensation it caused danced on the line of torture and pleasure. The pressure was too much but that didn’t stop her hips from canting upwards.

This was all too much. She was careening toward an orgasm, hips bucking and moving to try and wring pleasure from the overstimulating torture. In a moment of relief he pulled his hand away, spitting down on her pussy again, releasing her jaw and caging her in with his arm. She thought the torturous pleasure would be done but that’s when his palm reunited with her sex in a loud slap.

The sound got her more than anything but the intense heat that burned from the sensation of the spank caused her to whine. He only grinned spanking a few more times in quick succession.

She reached down to grip his wrist and pull him away but he only chuckled, overpowering her with strength and shoving two fingers inside. She lost her battle, still holding his wrist but no longer pushing him away as he began a brutal pace, finger fucking her rather agressively. “This is how you learn, useless slut.”

It was intense but she couldn’t deny it had her hips lifting in pleasure again. Especially when those long slender fingers curled, hammering directly against her g spot and dragging her closer to the edge her body was teetering on. “Ah! Oh Ominis! I-I’m gonna-!”

He kept up the brutal pace, laughing at her pitiful behavior below him as he kneeled over her and drove her to the brink. She gave a sharp cry, body arching upwards as a pressure she’d never felt before took over. “You’re not supposed to like this, greedy little slut.”

When the pressure faded and the high of her orgasm faded she floated back to reality, ears still lightly ringing. She could hear Ominis’ condescending tone trying to break through.

After a moment she finally registered when he was saying. “How dare you make a mess of the furniture in my Undercroft. Look at this fucking mess. Are you listening to me!? Your pleasure should be irrelevant to me.”

She opened her eyes, glancing down between her legs where Ominis had pulled his now dripping fingers away to motion at the damp cushions below her. Luckily for him, he’d managed to dive away before getting splashed with her mess as his clothes were dry. His hand and the furniture below her had no such luck.

She had hot tears welling in her eyes. She’d never squirted before and now from something so rough. How could this have happened? She didn’t have long to process before Ominis’ hand landed on her parted thigh with a slap that echoed through the stone walls of the room.

She gasped, the heat that blossomed to the top of her skin, making it red and sensitive, surprising her. He spanked her again just a bit higher and she snapped her legs shut, causing him to laugh. “What? Can’t take a punishment properly? You shouldn’t have lied to me then, you stupid girl.”

She whimpered and he took her hand, helping her up. She sighed a breath of relief. It was short lived though as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him, yanking her skirt up to leave her bare before him.

His palm came down hard on the round cheek of her ass, causing her to gasp and lurch forward in surprise. “That’s for making a such a fucking mess.”

She peered over her shoulder, swallowing harshly as she heard the zipper of his trousers and felt the blunt tip of him against her entrance. She didn’t have time to deny him as he shoved into her, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her wet warmth.

She gasped, biting into her lip at the slight sting of such a quick intrusion. He filled her so completely full she’d never felt anything like it. She gasped when he moved, dragging himself back out and grunting as he stuffed himself right back in.

He held her hips in a firm grasp, fucking into her agressively. With every slam of his hips it became just a bit clearer that this fucking was meant as a punishment. Yes it felt incredible but his pace was brutal, rough and quick and meant to get a point across.

Just as she was beginning to fall into pleasure and tighten around him he was pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He wasted little time slamming back into her and resuming the animalistic pace of fucking her.

He leant down over her, baring his teeth against her neck and scraping against her delicate skin. He fucked her faster, biting and suckling bruises into her soft skin.

The pleasure was driving her closer and closer to the edge but she knew people would surely question her about the hickeys he was leaving. She attempted to shove him off, causing a snarl to rise from his throat and he released her abused flesh and growled against her ear. “If you tell anyone it was me who marked you, I’ll deny it. I’ll tell everyone you’re a filthy little liar and that you are nowhere near my league. I’ll publically humiliate you. Is that what you want?”

She pitifully shook her head and tears bubbled up to the surface. She was moaning and crying, pain, pleasure and emotional whiplash being the cause. But her body shook and she experienced a soul shredding orgasm. Fat hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she rippled around him, whimpering and crying out as she came.

He growled in frustration, pulling out of her and falling back against the couch, pulling her with and seating her in his lap. “How dare you cum on my cock without my permission. You’re going to fucking earn it this time, you hear that slut? Ride me to get your pleasure since you’re such a greedy cock slut.”

She was so lost in the pleasure and the chaos that she did, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips on his, riding him and whimpering. “That’s right. Take my cock. Forget all about dallying with Sebastian. Enabling him like a naughty little bitch behind my back. Stupid girl, playing with the Dark Arts.”

She cried, overwhelmed from how good it felt to fuck him and how hot it was to be degraded by him but his words did cut deep. She hadn’t slept with Sebastian at all but the idea that Ominis wanted to fuck Sebastian out of her system lit a fire inside of her. He laughed heartily at her tears. “Are you overwhelmed silly slut? Can’t take being told what a useless and dumb little hole you are? Thats alright. I’m done with your pussy. Get on the floor where sluts belong. This filthy pussy isn’t good enough to be bred by a Gaunt. Your mouth will have to do.”

He practically shoved her off, more or less tossing her to the floor before sliding forward on the seat and gripping a fistful of her hair and using her mouth. She watched through watery eyes as he fucked her mouth, pumping her mouth full of thick, hot, salty cum.

She immediately wanted to spit it out but he pinched her nose and pulled his cock out, forcing her head back and brushing down the front of her throat till she swallowed his essence. He laughed meanly, tapping her cheek. “That’s right. You’re a good slut. Even if you are an absolute shit liar.”

He stood up, straightening himself out and putting himself back together before pulling his wand from his robe pocket and sauntering towards the door. “No more encouraging Sebastian to get into trouble? You hear me? If he comes up with some ‘brilliant plan’ you bring it to me immediately. Now, go clean up and go to bed…although, I must admit you are prettier when you’re overstimulated. And remember what I said. You tell anyone anything about this and I’ll have this entire school pitted against you. I’m not afraid to exploit my father being friends with Headmaster Black if I need to.”

Without another word he left her, tears streaming, throat raw, and pussy aching from the roughness.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

What Are you Hiding There, My Bee~? (fic)

For Artists Who See Their Art on My Fics Link to Full Art: (credits go to @lyrieeeee) Sethos/Scaramouche

Summary: During a picnic, Scaramouche discovers that Sethos has a back window and takes full advantage of it :P

A/N: This is the first fic of a series of SethoScara fics I have planned out. A total of three (maybe more) including this one. Though, you can consider My Honey ♡ My Bee as part one establishing their relationship. Inspiration for this fic comes from this artwork along with this submission from @vaporized-dimsum. I hope you all enjoy reading this one! It was very fun for me to write it! Though the title of this fic was hard to create :( Also, proud to say I typed 51% of this while I was on vacation on my iPod Touch 2nd Generation ;) One last thing, be sure to complete the poll at the end to have a say where Scara should be tickled. It is time for Sethos to get revenge~

Word Count: 2561 Also on AO3!

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Sethos and Scaramouche were having a picnic. Scara initially refused but eventually gave in because of Sethos’ persistence. So here he was, running his fingers through his lover’s hair and feeling the soft strands.

“Having fun over there, honey~” Sethos teased.

Are you having fun with my hat, annoying bee?” Scara huffed.

“Aw, still sulky about having a picnic with me?”

“You are so annoying.”

Wanderer refused to admit that he was actually enjoying this mundane activity of a picnic.

“Lighten up. Here,” the leader of the Temple of Silence set down Scara’s hat and turned around, handing him one of the cooked dishes he packed. “You haven’t eaten yet. Try my signature dish. I know you’ll like it.”

“And what makes you think I’ll like your cooking?” he asked, dropping Sethos’ hair in annoyed disappointment. Why do I like his hair so much?

“Because I only make the best of the best for my boyfriend!~”

“Tch,” he felt his face start to heat up and grabbed the food from Sethos’ hands to hide his incoming blush.

“Stop saying words like that,” he mumbled, taking a bite from his boyfriend’s cooking.

Oh shit. It’s good.

The former god’s eyes widened in disbelief at the explosion of tastes hitting him as he took another bite.

“So, you like it?”

“It’s really-” he was about to compliment him, but he saw the smug look in his eyes.

“Actually, it’s really terrible.”

“Now, now love~” Sethos singsonged. “I know you’re lying. I saw the look in your eyes~”

“You saw nothing.”

“What about that bite you just took?”

“That was for your pride, so it won’t take a hit.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Wan,” Sethos laughed and leaned on him.

“Hmph,” he grumbled.

Sethos dropped his teasing and went to grab and admire his lover's hat instead. Laying on his belly, his long locks covering his entire back.

“What’s your deal with my hat anyway?” Scara asked, ignoring the craving to just comb his fingers through his bee’s hair.

“It’s so cool! The patterns, ornaments, and accessories are so detailed!”

“If you want it, you can take it.”

“Really?!”

Sethos giddily grinned, putting his lover’s hat on with a cheeky smirk as he faced him.

“You want to use my hat as an umbrella?” Sethos imitated him.

“That’s not how-”

“The fucking audacity to make that request.”

Sethos burst out laughing and fell forward into Scara's lap.

“That’s not how I sound like,” Scara glared at him.

“Noho, that is hohow you sound lihike.”

Sethos continued to laugh, making Scara’s hat fall off and parting his long locks. Scara’s eyes widened when he saw a sliver of skin shine in the sunlight.

“I didn’t know you had a back window,” he reached out in awe. “Why do you even-”

“HYAHAHA!”

He jolted in his lover’s lap, letting out a bright shrill of laughter, distinct from his laughing right before.

“That was…uh…” Sethos’ eyes darted up towards his lover who had a hint of mischief running through his eyes.

“What are you hiding there, my bee~?”

“Eek! I-I gotta head out now. Haha! N-Need to run some errands so bye!”

Sethos made a run for it, activating his Electro powers. Wanderer just watched him, slowly getting up and picking up his hat. A shit-eating grin grew on his face. It hasn’t even been a week since he tickled Sethos, but he has been craving to hear his delicious laughter and just get his hands on him.

“Get back here, little bee~”

Sethos felt shivers travel down his spine as he heard those words and ran even faster. He saw Wanderer’s shadow in front of him and went into panic mode.

“I’m getting closer, love~,” he heard from above.

“N-No you’re nohohot!” he squeaked out, reversing his direction to throw his pursuer off.

But he knows he’s winning a losing battle. The sounds of Wanderer’s clothing becoming louder with each passing second.

Scara was having the time of his life making Sethos let out little squeaks and giggles trying to run away from him. He also had a great view of his physique and his muscular arms. The way the sweat made his skin glisten and- What am I thinking!? He shook his head and eyed his prize, the back window. His lover’s hair swayed back and forth, his back window coming in and out of view as if teasing Scara.

“Dumb little bee,” he huffed to himself.

By now, he was right on top of Sethos and smirked devilishly.

“Coming down~”

Sethos didn’t have time to react as he was tackled down to the ground from above.

“Oof! Hon- Whoa-whoa-whoaah!”

Sethos lost his footing and Wanderer managed to shield his head in his arms right before they started tumbling down the hill. Thankfully it was a grassy hill as they rolled and rolled until they reached the bottom.

“Ugh,” Sethos groaned, face down in the grass as he turned his face to the side once he felt Scara get off him. “At least it wasn’t saAHAHAHA-!”

Sethos let out a shriek as he felt a finger scratch the patch of skin exposed on his back.

“MoCHIHIhi!” He tried raising himself but immediately felt his lover straddle him and a sudden squeeze on his sides. “EYAHAHAHA!”

His hands gave out and his body shook with laughter as Wanderer scribbled his fingers over his back.

“Ihihi dihihidn’t eheheven dohoho ahahanythihihing! Why ahaham ihihi gehehetihing tihihickled?”

“Oh, you did do something, little bee,” he said, grazing his fingers against his clothed shoulder blades. Eheheheek!

Wanderer couldn’t help but chuckle at Sethos’ reactions. He’s cute when he laughs and giggles like this.

“Whahat dihihid ihihi- WAHAHAIT!” Sethos yelped when he felt Scara lift up his clothing, exposing his back to the warm breeze. “Hohonehehey! Dohohon’t dohoho ihihit! Plehehease!

“Do what?”

“Tihihihickle mehehe! Whahat elSEHEHE- NOHOHOHAHAHA!”

“I thought you would never ask~”

His devious lover smirked as he now properly tickled his back. His fingers scribbled over the ticklish real estate.

“WAHAHA! T-ThAHAt’s NOHOHOT waHAHAt I MEAhaHANT!”

“You said, ‘Tickle me,’ didn’t you? What else am I supposed to do, not tickle you? You asked for it, little bee~” Scara smirked, planting kisses on the ticklish skin as his fingers trailed down his spine.

Sethos shook his head in ticklish mirth, grass falling out of his hair as he tried to reach behind him to fend off Scara’s fingers but to no avail.

“Youhu arEHEHE usIHIHing myhy wohohords aga- AHAHAHA! ahahagainst MEHEHE, MOCHIHIHI!”

He scoffed, “Since you care so much about words, try to spell what I’m writing then.”

He slid his fingers meticulously across his lover’s back, focusing on his shoulder blades.

“AHAHAHA!” Sethos screeched. “IHIHI’M NOHOHOT REHEHEHADY!”

“Wrong answer~” Scara grinned, squeezing his side.

“NAHAHA! OkaHAHAY! OkAHay! Uhh, ehehe! ‘L’ Ahaha! ‘O-’ GAHAHA! NOHOHO!” Sethos let out a loud laugh when Scara traced the third letter on his spine.

“You want to give up?”

“NEHEHEVER! ‘VehEHEHE!’”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you~”

“‘VEHEHE!’ ’V!’ aHAHand ‘EHEHE!’ ‘E!’ MOCHIHIHI!”

“And it spells?”

“LOHOHOHOVE!”

“Wha-”

“LOVE! LOHOHOVE! LOVEHEHE!”

Scara’s hands stilled in surprise, not expecting him to answer correctly.

“Yeah,” he said, continuing his onslaught of scribbles. Hehehey! Ihihihi answerehehed correhehectly! “How about this one?” he asked, ignoring his lover’s protests.

He increased the pressure of his writing and instead of letters, he started drawing a few shapes.

“WHAhahat arehehe thOHOSE!? ThOHose areHEhen’t WOHOHORDS! AHAHAHA!”

“Well, use letters to create a word to name them. Shouldn’t be too hard since you are a master spelling bee, aren’t you~?” Scara knows he is being cruel, but he can’t help but want to take victory in this game.

Sethos had tears of mirth threatening to fall but that wasn’t going to make him back down from the challenge. He tried to focus, focusing on his lover’s fingers. How they know their way to make him laugh and draw out the reactions they want.

“NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAT FOHOCUS!” he pounded his fists into the ground as a guffaw of laughter left his lips.

His lover just raised an eyebrow in amusement, fluttering the feather on his vision in place of his fingers and enjoying the way his back repeatedly arched up and down.

Ticklish shocks ran through Sethos’ body, but he wasn’t ready to give up. He focused once again, visualizing the shapes that Scara was tracing on his back. A circle, ahahaha! He’s merciless! Nehehe, a heart. And…a zig-zag? Heheahaha! Darn, my ticklish back!

“Ahaha! A ciRIHIcleHE! CIRCLEHE! HEART! AHAHAHAND! ZIHIHIG-ZAHAHAG! ZIG-ZAHAG!”

Scara was yet again surprised, more so than last time.

Shit, he is really good at this. Tch, I’ll just need to trick him then. Use his ability to my advantage.

“Dihihid Ihihi wihihin?” Sethos giggled, a hint of smugness laced in his voice.

“You are a cocky, little bee,” Scara dug into the back of his ribs in punishment.

“HAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHRRY! I’M SORREHEHEY! I’M SAHAHAHARRY! NAHAHAHA!”

Scara roughly tickled him for a couple more minutes before letting up.

“Nohoho mohohore, plehehease!”

“Serves you right.”

Scara placed his hands on his lover’s back once more, making him yelp in surprise.

“Mohohore?” he whined.

“Mhm,” Scara hummed. “You guess this right, you win.”

Scara traced Sethos’ back more lightly this time, almost like a caress. Sethos happily giggled, his head resting on his arm as he turned to the side with a carefree smile on his face.

“Thihihis ihihis prehehetty nihihice, ehehe.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Scara said, tracing down his spine.

He twitched in Scara’s hold in surprise. “AHAHahaHA! OhHOHo rigHIhigHT!”

Scara snorted and started tracing the letters again.

“’Tehehe’ ‘Ihi’ uhuhum ‘C’ ‘KehHEHE’ ‘L-Ehehe’ ahahAHA! ‘M’ ‘Ehe!’”

“And what does that spell?” A smug expression crossed Scara’s face as he continued his soft tracing.

“Ahahahaehehe! ‘Tihihickle Mehe!’”

“Come again, little bee~” Scara teased, stopping his tracing.

“Tickle Me!”

A beat passed before Sethos’ eyes widened like saucers in realization and he turned to look at him.

“Honey. You are so eHEHEVIHIHIL! NAHAHAHA!”

He shoved his face back into his arm as Scara ruthlessly scribbled his fingers on his skin.

“I honestly can’t believe you fell for it twice, my ticklish bee~”

“YOUHUHUHU WEHEHEHERE DIHIHISTRAHACTING MEHEHE! I-I COHOHOULDN’T THI- AHAHAHAHA! THINK!”

“Doesn’t change the fact you still said it,” he stuck out his tongue at him even though he couldn’t see him.

“MOCHIHIHI!” he shrieked when he felt him target the spot where his back window would be if his clothing were not lifted up. “YOUHUHU PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY!”

“How could I have played dirty? You correctly said the two words I was drawing, and you won.”

“WEHEHELL, HAHAHAHA! Y-YOUHUHU STIHIHILL PLAHAHAYED DIHIHIRTY! THIHIHIS IHIHIS YOUR EXCUSEHE TOHOHO TIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHE! YOUHU JUHUST COUHULDN’T ACCEHEPT THE FAHACT I WAS BEHEATING YOUHU AT YOUR OHOWN GAHAME! AHAM IHIHI RIGHIT?”

The tickling suddenly stopped and Sethos gulped in some much-needed air. He took the time to catch his breath and regain his energy. A few minutes passed of him just panting and the wind brushing the blades of grass around them. It was then that Sethos realized that Wanderer, who was still on top of him, wasn’t saying anything.

“Lov-Ow!”

Scara suddenly shifted forward and nipped at his ear.

“What was-”

“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?” Scara directly whispered into his ear making him shudder. His voice was much deeper and threatening, making Sethos gulp in nervousness.

"You want to see how I really play dirty?”

Sethos could hear the smirk in his voice, and he felt butterflies in his stomach. Whether they were from excitement or fear or even both, he didn’t know. He tried to speak but no words came out.

“Where is all that bravado now, my bee?”

Scara grabbed Sethos’ chin and turned his head towards him. Sethos saw the look in his lover’s eyes and audibly gulped, heart pounding in his chest. Scara's violet eyes shined with hunger and that smirk turned into a devilish grin when he saw his reaction.

“I have one word for you,” he leaned even closer to him, making him squirm in his hold. “Raspberries.”

Before Sethos could even process what he said, he immediately succumbed to laughter with Scara blowing raspberry after raspberry on his back.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! HOHOHON- AHAHAHAHA! PLE- HAHAHAHA!” Sethos couldn’t even finish his words as Wanderer mercilessly wrecked him with raspberries.

“Pfft!” His spine.

“NAHAHAHAHA!”

“PfFFTt!” His shoulder blades.

“GAHAHAHAHA!”

“PFFFFTTT!” His back window.

“BWAHAHAHAHA!”

And to make matters worse for him, he started drilling his fingers into his sides and armpits along with scribbles on the back of his ribs.

“EYAHAHAHAHA!”

Sethos was in hysterics as he pounded the ground with his fists and kicked his legs out.

“SCA- AHAHAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHA- HAHAHAHA! SCAHAHAHARAHAHAHA!”

“That is my name, ticklish bee.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I-I’M GONNA DIEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA!

“Apologize.”

“I-I CAHAHAHAN’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Guess you chose death.”

“NOHOHOHO! WAI- AHAHA! WAHAHAHAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! I-I’M SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHOR SAHAHAYING THOHOHOSE THIHIHINGS TOHOHOHO YOUHUHU!”

“Hmm.”

“WHAHAHAHAT EHEHEHELSE DO YOUHUHU WAHAHAHANT MEHEHEHE TOHOHOHO- BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Beg.”

“WAHAHAHAHAT?”

“Plead for it, nicely.”

“AHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY! snort D-DOHOHOHOHON’T- GAHAHAHAHAHA! snort”

“I’m waiting~”

“N-NEHEHEHEVER! Y-YOU- snort NAHAHAHA W-WOHOHON'T GEHEHET IHIHIT OHOUT OHOF MEHEHE!"

"Oh, you're going to wish you never said those words. Laugh before me, my ticklish bee~"

Scara mustered all the breath he could take before letting out the biggest and loudest raspberry he could right on poor Sethos' back window and repeating it over and over all while spidering his fingers all over the rest of his back. The last of Sethos' defense came tumbling down soon after.

"GAHAHAHAHA! snort NONONOHOHOHO! FINE! snort FHIHIHINE! WAHAHAHANDEHEHE! STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE! snort SCAHAHAHAHARA! MYHYHY BELOHOHOVED HOHOHONEHEY! I’M BEHEHEHEGGING YOUHUHU! snort BWAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHCH! snort PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY! MEHEHERCEHEHEHEY!”

Oh my archons, he is so adorable.

Scara smiled endearingly at him, at last giving him mercy. He trailed little kisses and raspberries from his back to his neck and eventually turned him over onto his back and went in for a slow, sensual kiss which Sethos immediately melted into.

“Mmm~ Scaraah~ mmph~”

“Mm~ Sethohh~ Hahh~”

They made out for a few minutes, combing their fingers through each other’s hair and exploring each other’s mouths before pulling away. Breathless, they stared at one another taking in each other’s flushed face before Sethos started giggling.

“Your tickling was ruthless!” Sethos managed to say in between giggles.

“But you liked it~”

Sethos looked away blushing but didn’t deny it.

Wanderer chuckled, lifting himself up and picking Sethos up bridal style.

“Let’s finish our picnic.”

“Oh, when did you become such a romantic?~ Ack! Sohohorry!”

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t do this again.”

He was blushing and looking straight ahead as he went up the hill. Sethos glanced at him before closing his eyes in exhaustion with an understanding smile on his face.

“I love you, honey.”

A smile tugged at Scara’s lips.

“I love you too, bee.”

Sethos fell asleep in his arms soon after and curled in towards his chest. He shook his head fondly.

“Let’s go home instead.”

He silently called upon the Aranara to pack up their things and that he’d pick them up later. After thanking them, he set off towards their home and he looked back down at Sethos’ sleeping form. He smiled lovingly at him and planted a kiss on his temple.

“Sleep well, my lovely, ticklish bee.”

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Thank you for reading! :) -Perz ~Risus Amoris~

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Sidlink Exchange

Had a funny idea that ended up going longer! It continues under the read more, so I'm not spamming y'alls Tumblr pages haha! Enjoy some BOTW Sidlink!

After leaving Zora's Domain, Link walks down Zora River on the paths back to Central Hyrule. Though, he finds himself smirking and trying to ignore the clear shuffling sounds in the river that have been following him since his departure. Link refuses to make it known that he is VERY much aware that he's being followed, as he wants to know just how far this company of his will travel just behind him.

After finally making it to Lanayru Wetlands, Link hears the water start to splash behind him! Followed by TWO voices in a hushed shouting spat? Two voices definitely threw Link off, causing him to turn around, and spot (unsurprisingly) Sidon, holding (SURPRISINGLY) Tumbo.

Tumbo: You said we'd go frog catching AGES ago! I tried to be patient, but now we're SO far from HOME! Why are we even following Link anyways?

Sidon: I said we would go hunting AFTER! W-We just had to... see him off!

Tumbo: Then why have we been HIDING?

Sidon: Well, we-

Link: Yes, Sidon. Why HAVE you both been hiding?

Sidon: AH, LINK? Well. Hah! Ah, so you've spotted US! *flailing an arm around while his other arm keeps Tumbo in a choke hold* Tumbo here, little rascal, decided to sneak off to join your journey! Ah, but that is NOT something he should be doing, so if you don't mind, we will be RETURNING!

Tumbo: LIES!

Sidon: Ah! Haha! *whispers* Be QUIET.

Tumbo: *trying to wriggle free, but decides to bite Sidon to do so*

Sidon: GAH! *drops Tumbo into the water*

Tumbo: I'm frog catching WITHOUT you! You LIAR! *swims back upstream*

Sidon: *whining as Link just STANDS there at the edge of the river, staring while he holds onto the bite mark, whimpering* Ahah! You can go now! No need to pause your travels over ME!

Link: Mhm...

Link: *Flops down onto the grass. Pulling out his Sheikah Slate to conjure up some healing elixirs* But wouldn't it be out of character for me to walk away from someone in distress? Like how it's out of character for a zora prince to be caught up in a lie?

Sidon: *huffs and takes the elixir, healing the bite mark*

Link: *puts down his Sheikah Slate and shifts over to the edge of the river, dropping his legs into it* What was the plan anyways? Use Tumbo as a means to travel outside the domain? But then just sneak behind me and stare like a creep?

Sidon: *huffing* Well, I-I! I was GOING to travel alone, but when Tumbo tagged along, I couldn't just say "I wanted to see Link off! Again!" Considering I had already JUST done so in front of the domain moments before! So I had to come up with SOMETHING!

Link: And your best was frog catching?

Sidon: *waves his arms around* What was I SUPPOSED to do? Admit to a CHILD that I wanted a private moment with my LOVER? Now he's going to tell everyone what happened, a-and they'll get suspicious of me! Of US!

Link: *about to make a snarky remark*

Sidon: *groans and flops his head on Link's lap, catching Link by surprise* I cannot help but stress about their reaction to us... about father's reaction. Muzu is always in his ear, and he's BARELY favorable to you, despite all your help with Vah Ruta and Zora's Domain.

Link: *gently running his hand down Sidon's tail fin*

Sidon: I-I believe... I believe my father truly would accept my affections for you. Even if it took time, but... I worry the disappointment would be great. That even if he could fain approval... he would be disingenuous about it... H-How I am right now, seeing you off in front of others as my dearest friend and nothing more.

Link: *uses both of his hands to gently have Sidon look up to him from his lap* Sidon... the decision of if or when you tell others about us is yours to make, but know it IS yours... and that if you chose to take it, I'll be right there. At your side. Whatever happens, I'll be right there.

Sidon: *pushes the weight of his head against Link's hands, releasing a deep exhale followed by a soft grin*

Link: And not creepily standing far off in the distance failing to hide while having some random child in a choke hold.

Sidon: *gives Link a little glare, causing Link to snicker*

Sidon: *in a swift motion, Sidon goes from treading the river as Link holds his face, to pushing Link back and pinning him down on the grass. Using his torso to pin Link's body under his own. Making the distance between their two faces ever closer.*

Link: *Gasps from the sudden shock, and is flushed in the face*

Sidon: I've got to head back now. I can catch up to Tumbo and follow through on frog catching before he blathers on what else happened today.

Link: But-

Sidon: I WAS hoping to see you off with a kiss, but it seems you are too creeped out by me to want one.

Link: *rolls his eyes*

Sidon: *continues his glare*

Link: You're NOT creepy.

Link: *looks at Sidon expanctingly, but just sees him STILL glaring*

Link: *mutters under his breath*

Link: Agh, fine! You're adorable. You following me was CUTE, and I didn't make it known I KNEW you were following me because I knew as SOON as I did you'd STOP following me, and I was very much ENJOYING your company!

Sidon: *his frown twitches momentarily, and he leans in a bit closer*

Link: And the fact you FAILED to lie just makes me adore you even more! You're SO bad at it, but that's because your heart is SO pure you don't even know HOW!

Link: *deeply flustered as he AGAIN stares at Sidon expectantly*

Sidon: *really doing his best to keep his glare going, but his tail fin starts to have a little wag*

Link: *can't help but smirk* A-And I LOVE how DIFFICULT it is for you to ACT mad, but your tail whipping around gives it away!

Sidon: *finally breaks with a laugh and closes the space between them with a kiss*

*followed by another, and another, with a few longing pecks as Sidon pulls himself off from Link, bringing him back to the sitting position from before*

Sidon: *reaches to Link and pulls him into one more longing kiss before Sidon sinks back into the river*

Sidon: When will you next arrive?

Link: *grabbing his bag and Sheikah Slate* I'll be traveling to Lurelin village and exploring Necluda for the next while, but... before I travel up north to Akkala, I'll come here for a quick visit.

Sidon: *brushes his hand against one of Link's legs that're sunk into the river* Quick?

Link: *looks down to Sidon*

Sidon: *gives a little pout*

Link: One filled with a handful of days then. For you.

Sidon: Hm... you have me already looking forward to what's in store.

Link: With the eagerness you showed during our last few nights together... I can't say I'm quite surprised.

Sidon: *looks extremely flustered* A-Ah, well, I-

Link: *smirking as he pulls himself up from the river and hoists himself up* I should start heading out, then. The sooner I get going, the sooner the next visit will be.

Sidon: *stammering* Y-Yes! Yes. Very much so, yes!

Link: *turns around and starts walking off, flicking a little goodbye wave before nonchalantly saying* Love you, Sidon!

Sidon: Mhm, yes! I very much-

Sidon: WHAT? Link, what was THAT?

Link: *keeps walking*

Sidon: I-I love you too!

Link: *no reaction*

Sidon: WAIT, THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID, RIGHT? That you-

Link: *whistles as he keeps walking off*

Sidon: *flustered* L-LINK, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!

Link: Go catch up to Tumbo before it's too late!

Sidon: D-DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?

Link: *continues to whistle*

Sidon: GAH! Link, you- AGH, dammit Tumbo!

Sidon: *splashes and starts swimming back up Zora River*

Link: *continues whistling with a MIGHTILY red flushed face, doing his best to keep his heart from beating out of his chest*

[greensportal]

Rafe, did you ever love ‎ ‎ ‎ me? 𓂃۶ৎ

(Rafe Cameron/Reader)

Love. That wouldn’t be the best word to describe what was going on with Rafe. Not even close. Not even a little bit. You really wish it was. But it wasn’t. You knew. He knew. Or maybe. Just maybe.. It was. You knew you guys weren’t just “friends.” That’s what bothered you. Why? Why couldn’t he realize that? Why did he have to make you think you guys were? To convince you? Or convince himself. Haha. That’s funny. No way. You thought. But.. what if?

“What are you thinking so hard about?”

Rafe blurted out, snapping you out of your thoughts. He took a drag out of his cigarette. The smoke going out of your rooms window. Classic Rafe. He studied you carefully, waiting for your answer.

“Huh? Oh. Um. Nothing.”

You smiled as you looked away, dismissing the subject. You fiddled nervously with your fingers, hoping he wouldn’t pry any longer. He didn’t. Why would he? Nothing. Yeah right. Don’t kid yourself. Of course you couldn’t say what you were actually thinking about. He’d freak out. Maybe even ghost you. You knew Rafe more than anyone. Someone says something he doesn’t like, he runs away. Like a coward. But oh, did you love him. Of course you wouldn’t tell him that. Ever.

Rafe grimaced. “Kay.” He answered. I want to tell him so bad. No way.. but what if..? No. Shut up. Don’t be stupid. You let out a sigh. I wasn’t about to sour the mood. Not right after-

“Is this about what I said back at mine?” He asked.

Shit. You couldn’t even hide the look in your face when he said that. What the hell do I say? “Yeah it bothered me a lot I couldn’t sleep for days.” Fuck no. Never. Oh god. You really hoped he hadn’t brought that up..

*A few days ago, you had overheard Rafe talking to Topper. God did you hate Topper’s guts. Yeah he did try to talk to you from time to time. But right after what happened with Sarah? Not a chance. Sarah was like a sister to you. You loved her. You’ve been close to her… and Rafe since you were kids. But Rafe wasn’t like an older brother to you. Hell no. You wouldn’t like him if you had thought that. But back to the conversation with Rafe and Topper, you were walking to Tannyhill to help Sarah pick her outfit to go out with John B. You saw Rafe and.. ugh. Topper. Really? Why the hell did Rafe even talk to his sister’s ex. Yeah yeah, they’re friends and whatever. But seriously? You were going to say hi until you heard something..

“I don’t know man. You say you guys are just friends but dude. You practically eyefuck her everytime you see her. Just admit it. You like her.” Topper laughed.

“Nah man, we’re just friends. Kay? F R I E N D S. Friends. That’s it. She’s just a little sister to me. Better than Sarah, for sure. That bitch is always pissing me off.” Rafe argued back.

“Hey man, don’t call Sarah a bitch. She’s your sister. Plus what’s so bad about Y/N anyway? She’s hot. I’d take her out if she wasn’t your girlfriend.” Topper joked. Your heart pounded intensely the second you heard your name. He wasn’t being serious, he knew you were Sarah’s best friend. He’d never do that to her. Plus, it was obvious who you liked. But obviously, you didn’t know he knew that.

“Chill. She’s not my girlfriend. Yeah she’s not bad. Didn’t say she was. Just, look.. she’s a fucking pogue man. I’d never go out with a pogue. If you wanna take her out, do it. I don’t care what happens with her anyway.” And with that, the conversation was over.

You couldn’t even believe what you were hearing. No fucking way he said that. You wanted to tell him, “Didn’t you tell me that I’m the only girl you like a few days ago? Those calls? Those hugs? Did it not mean anything?” He had to bullshitting. You were about to tell him, but decided not to. You just walked past him.

“Oh hey, Y/N.” He smiled once you walked by him. Until you walked past him, ignoring him. God that felt good. Seeing that stupid smirk come off his face. You’ve always wanted to do that..*

[Back to your conversation with Rafe]

“Back at yours? What do you mean?” You smiled, feigning cluelessness. Your heart pounding nervously. Oh god.

He tossed the now finished cigarette outside your window and walked over to you. “Look. I didn’t want to say it but. Come on. You know better than anyone else I wouldn’t want to date a pogue. Just pretend it never happened okay? We’re friends anyway. No hard feelings.” He smirked smugly. You snapped.

“No hard feelings. That’s funny. No hard fucking feelings Rafe? No hard feelings when I heard you tell one of your friends you would be humiliated to be with me because I’m a pogue? No hard feelings when you tell me shit like, ‘You’re so beautiful’, ‘Can I come over? I miss you.’ No hard feelings? No hard feelings.. Okay. Isn’t that just fucking easy for you to say? Did that really mean nothing to you? Do you think I’m a joke?” You told him. You had to. He had to know. For once, be the bigger person. You had always said to yourself. And you finally were.

“What? What the hell are you talking about? This was never about any of that. Chill. Just because we’ve been friends or whatever since we were kids doesn’t mean I like you. A pogue? Hell no.” He scowled, trying to prove a point.

If he loved you like he often said he did, he would remember this. He had to.. If he didn’t, you’d know the answer.

“You know. Sometimes I feel like I’m losing my mind. I mean, why the hell did I paint these walls white?” You hinted. Please let him remember. Please. He had to.

“Your walls?” He said quietly. “I don’t know.” That hit like a bullet. He really didn’t remember? You felt like crying.

“I wonder…Whats the point of this life anyways? Sometimes I’ll pray but I will never close my eyes.” You muster up a smile, trying to hide your real emotions.

“Huh? He said, confused. “Sometimes you’ll pray but you will never close your eyes?” He repeated. “What does that mean?” He frowned. It meant you hoped he remembered what your walls symbolized even though you knew he wouldn’t. Holding onto a tiny string of hope, basically.

“I want to be happy. Find a guy with an old name just like me.” “…and get over how my dog is my best friend. And he doesn’t even know what my name is.” You laughed weakly.

“Yeah, he is huh? I’ve always noticed that.” He laughed along with you. He wasn’t getting it was he? I’ve always noticed that, my ass. If he had he would’ve noticed what you meant too. Asshole.

“Rafe, did you ever love me? Rafe please just help me figure it out.” You said, letting loose of what you actually thought. It came out of your mouth so casually but you were terrified.

He stayed quiet. God that silence felt like it was eating you alive. It was making you overthink but there’s really no point in regretting things that already happened. Still, you were scared as fuck.

“Not that I’ve paid attention or anything. But.. you haven’t said it out loud…” You smiled and looked down weakly. He knew exactly what that meant. Of course he did. He had to. He was the one that created the meaning anyways. He was the cause to the effect he had on you. He would lovebomb you. Telling you sweet things. I love you’s coming out of his mouth every now and then. But did he mean it? He never said it in front of his friends.

“Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now.” “Rafe, maybe you’ll forget this. Or maybe it’ll get stuck in your head. Well I hope it makes you cry. The way that I did.” He stayed quiet. You didn’t know if he was regretting anything, or judging you. You didn’t care at that point. He doesn’t care. So why should you?

“Rafe did you ever love me? Rafe help me figure it out. Not that I’ve paid attention.. but you haven’t said it out loud. Rafe do you see what you’re doing? What you’re making me think about? This wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. But I guess it did now..didn’t it?” You repeated, crying this time. Why the fuck is he quiet? Did he really not have anything to say? Did he really not care? Is that it? Your thoughts came to a stop when he said,

“Why? Why do you care about me so much? If you know me so well, you’d know more than anyone how fucked up in the head I am. But you still care. Why?” He said quietly, contemplating what you’d say.

“Because I love you.”

“I don’t want you to.”

———————————-

[lynxtheserval]

Y'all I had a moment, I'll start working on the requests after this but I had to get this down lmao.

Also this one honestly made me laugh a little bit, just because of the wording and how tired I am, so, not my best work lmao.

Anyway I had an idea of a reader being stuck in the Phighting world or something, and yada yada this happens or something.

I was deadass kinda creeped out while writing this HELP, but my friend said I should post it so here I am haha

Yandere Broker x human reader - Paranoia

(TW: Yandere shit, kidnapping, stalking, and the use of the word "dollface" (insert :cryinglaughing: emoji here))

A cheerful smile is what The Broker was known for. Being happy, being cheerful, having a smile on his face at all times. Although, currently, he may be smiling, but he wasn't happy. He had you in his grip, but then you decided to fight back and run. He lost his sights on you, where were you?

You were hiding, that's where you were. You weren't even used to being in this world yet, much less being used to HIM.

“I'll protect you, you aren't used to this world, so I’ll help you, my dear!” Is what he told you. At first, you didn’t exactly know what he meant by that, but now you can take a guess.

He seemed charming at first, but he wasn’t a trustworthy guy, you’ve heard it from everyone. It was one of the first things you learned about this world. Now, you see why people say that so often.

As soon as you declined his offer to live with him, because you heard the warnings, you started feeling more… paranoid, after that.

Waking up, paranoid.

Walking through the streets, paranoid.

Eating, paranoid.

Sleeping, paranoid.

You randomly got paranoid with everything you did. This didn't happen back in the human world as much, so you knew something was going on, but you ignored it.

Of course you ignored it, didn't tell anyone, just kept feeling scared, until it finally caught up to you.

One odd night, you were feeling extra paranoid. You were walking to where you were staying, as you looked around you realized The Broker was staring at you, sitting by a lamppost. His one white eye seemed to be shining in the dark, catching your attention.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he got up and walked toward you. You were a little creeped out by him, sure, but you’ve only talked to him a few times, so you stayed long enough for him to walk up to you.

He stared at you, and grinned with a larger smile then he had before.

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here!” He giggled, a unsettling giggle. He knew you walked this way, same place, same time, every day. He was just waiting for you this time!

His giggles creeped you out, and you were getting red flag warnings everywhere. You had to get out of there as soon as you could, since no one could come help if Broker decides to do something bad.

“Oh- Broker! Hey!” You said, nervously fidgeting with your hands, avoiding too much eye contact. The Broker took notice of this, and gently took your hands into his.

“You seem.. nervous!” He said cheerfully, brushing one of his thumbs over your hand. “Don't be nervous dollface! I wouldn't harm someone like you.”

Okay.. that's creepy. You were officially creeped out. You tried to move your hands but Broker decided to tighten his grip.

“Broker..? You.. you can let go now..!”

“Darling..” The Broker hummed in amusement, “Calm down! I just want to hold your hands...”

You yanked your hands away from him, startling him, giving you enough time to run.

Fast forward to now, you were hiding behind a dumpster. You hit a dead end, and you were exhausted from running. Broker was close, you could hear his footsteps. His shoes were clicking against the pavement, making you nervous. The sound kept getting closer and closer. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear the blood pulsing through your ears.

Then the click-clack of the footsteps stopped.

A few long moments pass. A few long, long moments. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, as you tried to hold your breath.

“Oh, dollface~..”

Your eyes shot open, and right in front of you was The Broker, staring directly into your eyes. Before you could react in any way he grabbed a hold of you, and covered your mouth with his hand.

“Now, make this easier for yourself, alright? We both know you can't run anymore!”

Of course you tried struggling out of his grasp, but instead of getting released like you should've, you felt an object hit the back of your head and your vision went dark.

You should have listened to the paranoia, Y/N.

[literaila]

shoes (part one)

tasm!peter x fem!reader 

summary: 

“apparently dating your boss is a 'conflict of interest.'" 

"i can't imagine why."

warnings: haha, just lots of nothing, harry is there, peter is there, reader is there, rich people stuff, mentions of alcohol, secrets that only i know 

a/n: two in one night???? yes. i’ve been sitting on this for like seven years. (cowboy like me). 

*

peter doesn't often pay attention to people's shoes. 

he's never been inclined to stare at the ground, or, at least, to stare at the ground and not watch the strange way it seems to rumble beneath him. to watch people walk like he might look up and find them smiling back at him. 

no, he doesn't have time to look down and appreciate the scuff marks on someone's nikes. he doesn't want to stare at someone's wingtips and wonder where he can get a pair for himself. 

his old tennis shoes are enough comfort for him to ignore the tears in the soles, and the laces are only slightly frayed at the edges. a bit black from years of neglect and errant ideas of buying the exact same pair.

but tonight, standing in this crowded room and listening to people politely chuckle, he's staring at the shoes beneath him. 

there are high heels, wingtips, and fancy leather slippers that probably cost more than his rent, and amongst them all, his converse are certainly a conversation starter. 

that is, if peter was actually attempting to talk to anyone. 

he can hear all of these people speaking about investments, the stock market, and the kids these days that just don't want to work, and all of the rich-people-talk that he doesn't get to hear often. even staring at the floor like he's doing, looking strangely obsessed with feet, he knows whose granddaughter is valedictorian and who plans to become the next state senator. 

but he doesn't hear anything necessarily useful. 

nothing about strange men growing claws, or people dying in alleyways with no one around. no one's grandson has become a living wart, and no one here cares if another building gets destroyed by some strange--and necessary--experiment. 

the shoes are nice, though. he can follow a person around the room just by following their footsteps. he can watch people walk and act like he's not supposed to be here. 

because he's really not. 

the fact that jameson happened to give him this job--begrudgingly, with a frown on his face and a hang of his head--is a miracle. and a disaster because lucy, whom peter is replacing, is going to pass her stomach bug to the rest of the office, and then peter will receive the grunt work. 

but he was going to sneak in anyway. he was going to watch from the ceiling--far enough away for shoes to be a mere blur and people to be anaomlys, rather than annoying. he was going to hide in the dark and maybe steal a couple of appetizers. 

instead, he's standing in the middle of the room in his converse, holding his camera like he might actually want to capture some of this. 

the egos and complete ignorance of everything important happening in the world. the smell of money and arrogance. 

peter is thinking about ditching the party--telling jameson that he puked all over some lady's jimmy choo's--when two pairs of footsteps head toward him, rattling like a drum roll. 

high heels and tennis shoes, not unlike his own. 

he's staring down at a wonderful pair of jordan's when the approaching subject clears his throat, and a flash of teeth causes peter to finally look up. 

and meet wide eyes, staring right back at him. 

you're wearing lipstick, bright glitter flashing across cheekbones that didn't need to be defined. you're wearing lipstick and a smirk, like you know that peter's going to get lost staring at you. 

which, currently, he is. 

but your eyes are grinning at him; they are warning him to run. 

and he almost can't look away. 

wouldn't, if not for the arm attached to yours, and a familiar voice saying his name.

"peter," the man says, clapping him on the back and pulling his eyes away from a girl that he probably should've noticed an hour ago. "didn't think i'd be seeing you here." 

why would he? 

harry osborn is giving peter a wide smile, his eyes are reflecting secrets from a childhood peter can't seem to remember currently. 

but may pounded enough etiquette into his head for it to remain, even when everything else doesn't. 

"good to see you," peter says, hugging harry back and finally paying attention, noting a new haircut that is definitely not helping his childhood friend with anything. "if i'd known you were going to be here, i would've found you hours ago." 

harry steps back, straightening his back and looking around. "i'm here in my father's place. he wasn't feeling up to it." 

peter swallows. "he alright?" 

"just a cold, i'm sure," harry shakes his head, sharing an inside joke with peter that neither of them understands. "what're you doing here? finally hooking up with one of the girls from high school?" 

peter bites the inside of his cheek, sharing a short laugh. 

did you finally marry a rich girl? 

"no," he answers, voice still light, eyes still leaning to his right, where you're still standing. "i'm here for work. taking pictures of the banquet for the daily bugle." 

harry nods. "did you get a good one of me?" 

"of course not." 

when harry laughs, peter laughs with him. he looks down again, feeling weirdly comforted that he's not the only one wearing tennis shoes in a place like this. glad that he can tell jameson he spoke to someone. 

he looks up again, shaking his head. and then he turns, clearing his throat. "and you are?" 

when he meets your eyes again, there's a new glint. a flash of lightning beneath the clouds. your mouth opens, but harry speaks before you get the chance. 

"this is y/n davis. my date."

there's a breath, a flash, and someone pops open a bottle of champagne, but peter manages to keep his full attention on you. 

"nice to meet you," you say, a tight smile on your face. 

your voice is soft and stern, like peter shouldn't disagree. 

he's smiling back, but he's not sure that he can hide the surprise on his face. he's sure that he's seen you somewhere before. sure that he recognizes that look on your face... 

"this is her first banquet too," harry adds, pulling you closer. peter can hear your shoes click as you adjust. 

"there's a lot of people. not enough alcohol." 

peter's lip twitches, and yours does the same. 

but harry laughs. "there's an open bar," he whispers to you. "i told you i'd get you a drink whenever you'd like." 

you look away from peter and to the other man. "i'm just kidding." 

harry scoffs, and peter leans back, looking towards the bar that he'd mentioned. "no, i agree," he says, "i thought you guys were supposed to have waiters walking around with cocktails. i have to walk all the way over there for a beer?" 

harry shakes his head. "should've brought a date to do it for you." 

peter shifts on his feet. there's a beat of silence, where he remembers what he's supposed to be doing here, and then swallows. "how long do these typically last?" 

"it's not polite to leave until ten." 

"and if i conveniently left my manners at home tonight?" 

you smile at him, leaning forward--enough so that peter gets a whiff of perfume. "i saw a backdoor around the corner that you could escape through." 

harry rolls his eyes. 

peter pretends to look for the door, already having known where it was. the door he came through--the one he was going to break in through. 

"good to know." 

"have you taken enough pictures?" harry asks, "i haven't been blinded by any flash yet." 

"no one's taking pictures of you," peter says, dryly. "i'm not even sure what jameson wants. i've got a couple of shots of the chandelier, just in case." 

"get a picture of senator jenkins laughing with captain stacey and you're golden," you tell him, looking over to the pair. 

harry laughs. "or you could get a picture of us, and make it the cover." 

peter nods, moving a step back. "good idea." he gestures for the two of you to get closer together, holding his camera up. 

he watches as harry wraps his arm around your waist, and as your natural smile turns into something of a performance. 

still beautiful, though. 

"so, how do you know each other?" peter asks, just as he snaps a shot. he takes another step back, adjusting his settings. 

"she worked for me," harry says, putting on his perfect rich-boy smile. 

peter raises a brow. 

"i was his assistant."  

your words are overly enunciated and you sneak a look over to harry, like you're checking to see if he noticed something. 

peter snorts. "i'd expect nothing less from you, harry." 

"what?" he defends, rolling his eyes. "was i supposed to ignore her?" 

he says it like it shouldn't be possible. 

peter smiles. takes another shot, not caring how it turns out. he tries to get harry's sneakers and your high heels together. 

"and now?" peter continues, letting go of his camera and taking a step toward the two of you, sure that it's time to leave. 

"i work for a legal office now. apparently dating your boss is a 'conflict of interest.'" 

"i can't imagine why," peter responds, eyes flashing. 

you laugh. 

and then someone calls harry's name, and peter blinks, looking away from you and over to his friend. 

"good to see you, peter. call me sometime, we'll get together." harry offers his hand again like they're making a business deal. 

but peter shakes it anyway, nodding. 

"it was nice to meet you," he says to you and watches as you and harry walk away, arm in arm. 

he listens to two synchronized footsteps, but swears he can hear a stutter in there somewhere. just one moment where something has fallen apart. 

and then it's gone, and you look over your shoulder locking eyes with him. 

a storm flashing beneath the smile you send his way, gone as soon as it appeared. 

when you're out of his sight peter is back to standing in the middle of his room, watching the shoes of people he doesn't care to pay attention to. 

*

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[ampheenix]

That love is like a star (it's gone, we just see it shining)

Hello Charlotte oneshot // Vincharles // CW for OCD // fluff & angst

SUMMARY:

Charles lets out a soft sigh of resignation, feeling the sores on his hand throbbing even more than before. “Thanks. I should… take care of that.”

Vincent smiles and rolls back over on the bed, looking back up at the ceiling, eyes empty.

Charles lets his gaze linger on the bandages around the other’s slender wrist, the patches on his cheek. Vincent… he wouldn’t judge him for it. Would he?

Anxiety prickles in his chest, and before he can think about it too much, he slides off the gloves completely.

---

Or, Charles wonders if Vincent would understand.

Turns out, Vincent understands better than anyone else ever could.

Charles’s nightly routine is not for the weak.

He scrubs.

And scrubs.

And scrubs. As hard as possible, to the point where it feels like he’s tearing the putrid flesh off his tainted bones.

Charles ignores the blood beading from his filthy skin and staining the sink scarlet, completely and utterly focused on ridding the bacteria from his hands.

His mind is in a haze right now, emotions blurred and thoughts drifting idly by as his furious scrubbing slowly comes to a stop.

Distantly thinking he went a bit far this time, he rinses his torn and tender skin.

He dries it.

And on come the gloves, hiding the sores from the world.

Charles emerges from the bathroom, running a gloved hand through his greasy black hair (and wincing at how the scabs on his fingers are stinging viciously, like a swarm of filthy wasps.)

Vincent is sitting on his bed cross-legged, flicking through one of Charles’s sci-fi novels. He glances up as the other walks over, giving him a warm smile. “You certainly took your time in there… did you eat something bad?”

“Hardly.” Charles gives him a half-hearted smile in response as he sits down next to him. “Wouldn’t be surprised if I had though. Anri attempted making me lunch today, since she claimed ‘that’s what girlfriends do!’ and it… well… left some to be desired.”

Charles winces as his hands started to throb again. They had needed a thorough cleaning after today, but he hadn’t expected them to protest this much.

Vincent let out a soft laugh, shutting his book and passing it back to Charles. “That sounds like something she’d do… not much a cook then, hmm? Perhaps you could give her some lessons, if ‘that’s what boyfriends do.’”

Charles rolls his eyes as he gets up to place the book back in it’s place in the shelf, nice and neat, whilst pointedly ignoring Vincent’s raised eyebrow. “It’s Anri who’s into all of that, not me… I don’t really see the reasoning for any of it. There’s no certain actions this way or that which making someone a ‘perfect partner,’ in my opinion… but anyway.” Charles turns back to his friend. “How’d you like Douglas Adams? That was one of my favourite books of his, personally.”

Vincent hums, smiling. “It was interesting. I don’t read much science fiction, since I tend to prefer psychology or fantasy books, but it was fine. I liked some of the ideas that were introduced.”

Charles considers him for a moment before leaning back on his elbows, a bit disappointed. “You didn’t like it at all, did you?”

Vincent laughs again, letting himself fall back onto the bed. “…You caught me, haha. I didn’t really like it, but I can see why you enjoy it so much. I’ve been too focused on my own writing lately to read many books, to be honest.”

“Mm…” Charles says in response, straightening the coverlet on his bed that has become a bit wrinkled, and then wincing at the stinging in his fingers. Probably shouldn’t try to move them much right now. “That makes sense. Your writing is amazing, after all- I bet you’ll be on par with the likes of Douglas Adams someday. You’ll probably be releasing bestsellers before we’re even out of university.”

Vincent doesn’t respond, so Charles glances back up at him.

His friend seems to have paused for a moment, eyes widened as he gazes at him. Charles’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and Vincent lets out another laugh, his smile just a touch too tight.

“Well, thank you… though I think you’ll be the one releasing bestsellers. Your writing is always a great read.” Vincent tilts his head, eyes bright. “How’s yours going, anyway?”

Changing the subject, Charles notes, but he lets the odd behaviour go. “Er… it’s certainly going, I guess. The plot still feels rather forced and confusing, and I still don’t know how to get some of the ideas out of my head and onto the page.” He shakes his head, feeling rather hopeless. “I suppose I’ll just keep trying… I’m guessing your process is a lot easier.”

“We all get blocks in writing sometimes, but it’s true that I rarely, if ever, get them.” Vincent gives him a sheepish smile. “Anyway, like I’ve said before, just trust your readers to be able to figure it out. I was able to understand your writing as easily as breathing.”

“Well, sure, but that’s you.” Charles lets out a sigh, a tad frustrated. Vincent was… he was far more intelligent than your average person, so of course he could unravel the tangled mess of his story quicker than you can blink. Vincent was miles ahead of your average reader, so he’d be the anomaly in a survey of “who can make heads or tails of my shitty story’s plot?”

Well, there was Anri, but Charles was 99% she’d make fun of the plot and characters and wouldn’t understand the meaning or plot even if you paid her. And please, he wouldn’t want to share his story with his classmates even you paid him.

And as for Mother? He would never dare bothering her with this nonsense.

So, safe to say Vincent was his only reader thus far.

“Earth to Charles? Hello?” He blinks, jerked out of his thoughts by a hand waving in front of his face. Oh, he’d zoned out. How pathetic of him. “Sorry, just got lost in my thoughts.”

“Happens to the best of us. You were just scratching at your hands through your gloves absentmindedly, but I think you might’ve opened a scab…” Vincent smiles distantly, gesturing down at his hands.

Shit. Charles glances down and sees small flowers of scarlet blossoming on his skin, slightly visible through the gloves. He lets out a soft sigh of resignation, feeling his hand throbbing even more than it was before. “Thanks. I should… take care of that.”

Vincent smiles and rolls back over on the bed, looking back up at the ceiling, eyes empty.

Charles lets his gaze linger on the bandages around the other’s slender wrist, the patches on his cheek. Vincent… he wouldn’t judge him for it. He’d understand.

Anxiety prickles in his chest, and before he can think about it too much, he slides off the gloves completely. Luckily, the sores aren’t bleeding too much, just irritated.

He doesn’t let himself look over at Vincent as he gets off his bed, picks up a tissue from where its neatly positioned on his desk, and dabs away the beads of crimson, wincing. To his annoyance, the bleeding isn’t stopping. As soon as he takes away the tissue, it starts again.

Charles jumps as he feels a hand gently rest on his arm, looking up to see Vincent in front of him with his eternal, patient smile. “Here, allow me.”

Charles sits down on the bed, wordless with relief as his friend stands before him, putting pressure to the sores. Vincent’s fingers are soft and clean, efficient as they press down on his skin. After a moment or two, the scarlet flowers slowly stop blossoming.

It might just be his imagination, but Vincent lets his hands linger on Charles’s hands longer than necessary. As the other moves to get up and throw the blood-spotted tissue away, Charles finds himself reaching out to grab his wrist.

Skin on skin.

For the first time in a long time, Charles doesn’t feel the sickening sensation of bacteria bubbling on his hands, doesn’t feel the need to scrape and scrub until every single germ is dead.

Vincent is different.

He realizes he’s been silent for too long, Vincent looking back at him with confusion in his eyes. “…thanks. Thank you, for that.” Charles says softly, letting go of his friend’s wrist.

Vincent smiles again, understanding in his eyes. Just once, Charles thinks, he’d like to see him be something else. Angry. Sad. Overjoyed.

Something other than this… this constant mask of contentment, empty in its insincerity. But what can be expected, from a godlike being? Charles would question if he was even human, if he didn’t know of the cracks in Vincent’s mask.

Slowly, and deep in thought, Charles pulls his gloves back on.

“You can keep them off if you’d like, you know. Can’t be very comfortable, having fabric directly on the the sores.” Vincent says with a casual smile, like it’s nothing, like he hasn’t changed Charles’s perception of reality.

He lets his gloves slide off and fall on his floor, not feeling the need to instantly scoop them up and put them away where they’re supposed to be, in the second drawer of his desk.

His wounds breathe. The scarlet flowers rest. His skin doesn’t feel like it’s crawling with tiny bugs and worms, for now.

And just for a moment, watching Vincent smile like he doesn’t have a care in the world, Charles smiles back.

[wheredoesonegetnameideas]

MHA X SHADOWS HOUSE

Living Doll!Oboro and Shadow!Kurogiri because i said so

(Why is oboros hair so light 😔(also ignore the lack of shoes ok)

This is kinda weird since i feel like these 2 fandoms have literally never met but i did it anyway!!

I didnt really change much in terms of design for kurogiris shadows look, just tried to make it look more fancy and European-ish, i wanted to add a tailcoat but i'd already finished the whole thing so i gave it up.

Kurogiri in this au doesnt have his whole misty body thing, but his soot would make him look similar to canon. His soot is very fine and speards outwards in all directions, getting finer amd lighter at the edges (like mist haha). Other than making him look bigger and being hard to breath next to him, it makes cleaning a hassle for Oboro, especially since it never stops spreading. And while his soot is voluminous, it's quantity is only a bit higher than average when condensed.

I almost forget about soot powers woops, obviously portals and teleportation wouldnt be possible in this AU, so Kurogiri's soot power wouls be the equivalent to Canon!Oboro's quirk, in that he is able to produce soot "clouds" that are good for blocking vision, making hard to breath, and storing things in them depending on the size and density of the "cloud". It wouldnt be the first time he and Oboro used it for silly pranks and hiding things from the star bearers.

I also feel like as much as Oboro is outgoing, shadow!kurogiri would inherit his more subdued qualities. He would be kind, compassionate and definitely have mom friend tendencies. He also likes taking care of others (group leader of shadow!LOV maybe?), and sulks when oboro comes in everyday because he wants to help with chores. (Oboro does encourage this eventually because he is a lazy bumTM and wants less work)

While different, they are essentially reflections of each other (and thats the nice way of putting it), so they get along very well! I also think they would be friends even with the brainwashing undone. (Also i headcanon that animals HATE shadows with every fiber of their being and run away if they're in a 5m radius, and even though there is no way Grandfather(AFO?) allows them on his property, they still still get to pet (and stare at) a cute (badly colored) ginger cat :D )

And in this AU, Oboro's nose bandage would be more important than it (supposedly) is in canon, because it hides a scar along the bridge of his nose that he got on a rainy day. Its not an actual bandage tho because that is gross. It just looks like the one Kurogiri first gave him after he was treated. The scar isnt huge like Barbie's, and really the two arent important enough (or annoying enough to Edward) that Oboro would be sabotaged, but it definitely set him back from being nominated for the Unification.

Speaking of the Unification, if i were to make this AU resemble canon as much as possible, then Kurogiri and Oboro would have successfully Unified (iykyk). But thats up to you really.

As of writing this i'm really considering making the rest of the LOV as shadows (especially Toga if only to put her in the girliest dress i can find and also because her quirk would make a perfect soot power)

More details under the cut:

OMG I JUST SAW HIS EYES OOPSIE ANYWAYS

Oboro does feel guilty for ruining Kurogiri's "face", even if it was an accident. Kurogiri on the other hand doesnt resent him for it and was just relieved he wasn't disposed of. (Strangely enough, Kurogiri didn't dispel any soot that day)

The way i struggled with this part is unbelievable. It looks horrible TOT

The cat is perfect tho

You cannot convince me Oboro would clean up if it wasn't his "purpose". I cant imagine myself in that situation, i would simply pass before the Debut even happens.

Do shadows need to breath? I think they do. Does that mean Shadow!Kurogiri essentially suffocates himself the more he's upset? Wow talk abt hyperventilating

[viscerawrites]

wip snippet dec 10 2024 ; meet leonei & fane

me sharing a decent chunk of my actual writing on here for once? hell fuckign yeah

i'm working on taking some old fanfics I never finished and adapting them into an oc fantasy series, and I really wanna share a snippet of this half-done scene I just rewrote haha. still working on a name for the series but hopefully i'll have that info soon.

this snippet is heavily suggestive + leading up to full-blown smut so uh. 18+ only please!

anyway. lil bit of info on the characters so far + snippet below the cut!

[ general taglist: @space-writes ]

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characters featured:

Leonei Halleau ; 43 yr old human, magical/mystic scholar with a dark past. bisexual king, hopeless romantic. puts his faith in all the wrong places (but also the right places... all the places rlly). 5'6, chubby, white skin, shoulder-length & very wavy strawberry blond hair, bit of facial hair, dark puppy eyes.

Fanetherias / Fane ; 27 yr old dhampir, recovering bandit and certified hater. toxic gay, serious attachment issues. has no faith in anyone ever at any point in time. 5'9, lean, tanned white skin, loosely waved black hair that reaches his mid-back, clean-shaven and likes it that way, reddish-brown eyes with cat-like pupils.

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snippet:

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A prickle of irritation runs through Fane. He lifts his brows at Leonei, still stroking his finger along the book's spine, and asks, "Really, darling? That's all?"

Something… odd flashes across Leonei's face. A strange light in his eyes, a slight twist to his mouth — though the pulsing of his blood keeps the same steady rhythm it has all night.

Whatever that look is, it disappears in the blink of an eye, replaced by Leonei's easy smile. Or what's usually his easy smile. At the moment, there's something also brittle about it.

"Yes," Leonei says, with a sort of certainty that Fane can't help but doubt. "That's all. Now, if you please?" He holds his hand out for the book.

This could be simple. All Fane would have to do is place the book in Leonei's hand and carry on, forget all about it, let the man pretend that he's as innocent as he apparently wants to be.

But Fane is curious, admittedly. Almost as curious as he is irritated by Leonei's obvious pretense.

He could very well be risking a blade in the throat, or the whole camp set upon him, if he pushes it any further. But, for some inexplicable reason… well, he doesn't fully believe that Leonei would want anyone to hurt him. He wouldn't go so far as to say he trusts Leonei, but for all his history, the man is oddly averse to seeing people killed or in pain.

So he pushes it anyway.

Fane clicks his tongue and leans forward, further into Leonei's space, ignoring the perplexed look he receives. "Come now, darling." His hand leaves the book's spine and darts forward to grip Leonei's chin.

Leonei freezes. Eyes widening and cheeks flushing a soft pink.

Fane flashes his fangs at him. "Tell me why you're so desperate to hide this wonderful book, hm? Are you afraid that someone will learn all your dirty little secrets?" He pauses, letting his grin spread wider as Leonei just stares back at him. "Or perhaps you want it to be a game? Maybe you hope that if you act ignorant enough, someone will take the opportunity to hold you down and show you exactly what it all means." He slides his thumb along Leonei's jaw. "Is that what you want?"

He expects offense. Bashful embarrassment, maybe.

He doesn't expect Leonei to shiver.

It's not even a miniscule movement, something that one could only see if they were to look close enough. No, it's a full-body thing, and Fane can see its full course, running all the way up Leonei's body. Beneath Fane's fingers, Leonei's jaw tightens.

Leonei clearly doesn't expect it either, considering the way he immediately averts his eyes once it's passed through him. Face bright pink and eyes darker than they were just moments ago. Heartbeat at a rabbit's pace now, breath not yet forceful but still shaking on every exhale.

And he hasn't even tried to pull away.

Fane is seized by the realization that he's just struck gold.

"Oh," he breathes. Tilting his head and drinking in the sight of Leonei's flushed face. "That is what you want."

Leonei's throat bobs in response, and Fane finds himself unable to look away from the glide of Leonei's tongue across his bottom lip.

Does the man even realize he's doing it? He must not, not when he blinks (eyelashes fluttering prettily with it) and smiles thinly at Fane. Meeting his eyes for only a moment, just to say, "Well, if you've come here to have a laugh, I'm sure you've found one." Then his eyes dart away once more. That odd little look overcoming his face again. "Keep the book, if you like. I'll just —"

He tries to pull back, to withdraw from the grip on his chin, and some strange, primal sense of need grips Fane. Leonei looks so pretty like this, after all, and for some reason — well. Fane could certainly be happy with more.

He tightens his hold on Leonei's chin before the man can escape him. Tugs him forward, till they're almost nose to nose. Leonei's eyes meet his again, owlish with shock.

Like this, Fane can feel the warm puff of Leonei's breath against his lips, and he wonders if Leonei can feel the cold of his. All Fane would have to do is press just the slightest bit more, take those pretty lips and inhale Leonei's breath as if it's his own. Claim that mouth with his tongue, dig his fangs into Leonei's bottom lip and suckle blood from the wound. Feel Leonei shiver and quake beneath his hands as he takes him apart.

It's greedy. It's selfish. It makes something burn and itch beneath his skin.

[fanficonly]

Wenclair -"Mine" - Chapter 14

I have written and re-written this chapter so many times! Tweaked, drafted, scraped and all ... So listen this is what I'm going with haha and I hope it's decent ...enjoy😋

It had been a week since the confession and Wednesday had spent the last week investigating Enid's disappearance and shooing away the endless concerned students appearing at her door expressing their worries.

"She's fine" Wednesday would repeat constantly to each person who appeared although it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more than anyone else.

Enid hadn't returned after changing into a wolf and shattering their delicate glass window. In fact no one had heard anything from her which only caused more panic in the usually emotionless Wednesday.

The continuous interruptions were becoming more of a hindrance to her pursuit in finding Enid so eventually she stopped answering. The school was just as concerned with principal Weems trying to organise a search party but being assured by Wednesday that Enid was fine, she had talked to her and she just needed a mental health break from school. She even doctored texts between the 2 of them for evidence which probably wasn't her smartest move but she couldn't stand the idea of everyone being involved in her business.

Although she was worried for Enid she was sure the werewolf could handle herself and she knew why she had run away and she was sure she would not be happy with the entire school searching for her when she wanted to be alone.

However it was now day 7 of searching by herself and she was still making no progress to the point where she considered rallying the entire school behind her.

"Wednesday!" She was pulled away from her thoughts by the sound of Yoko as she reached the edge of the woods

"Yoko" she acknowledged the girl with a little head nod.

"Listen I'm just gonna get straight to it" she started giving Wednesday a chance to respond. "If you have hurt Enid in any way-"

"What is it you are insinuating" Wednesday rudely interrupted her before she could get another word out.

"oh I don't know" she said sarcastically "I've heard the rumours! You were kicked out of your last school for killing 2 students it's not that far a stretch to say you may have resorted to your old ways and-"

"I would never hurt Enid" Wednesday interrupted her with force in her tone this time "Not physically anyway" she mumbled, unable to hide her guilt as she tilted her head toward the ground in shame. She knew full well she had emotionally scarred Enid, unintentionally of course but she never knew it could hurt so much harming someone she cared for.

"Then where is she?!" Yoko yelled this time crossing her arms in frustration but Wednesday was just shocked at the audacity of this girl and responded

"I'd watch your tone with me" she warned.

"I don't care" regardless of everyone's fear of Wednesday she had reached her breaking point and her concern for Enid took precedence over her fear of being staked by Wednesday. " Weems may believe your lies but I've been watching you" she told her

"I knew I sensed someone lurking" Wednesday muttered her thought out loud but Yoko ignored her and continued

"You don't where she is either so why would you tell everyone she was fine. She could be in trouble or hurt or worse dead!" Yoko raised her voice with each scenario she listed and although these thoughts had crossed her mind she had periodically forced visions through touching Enid's stuff and each time was greeted with a very alive Enid in a non descript location each time , always in wolf form, always in pain.

She was determined that she would eventually find her and with the help of her psychic abilities she was able to at least keep track of her this way.

"She's not dead" Wednesday bluntly statedm

"Then where is she?" Yoko asked, partly defeated by this conversation.

"I don't know presently" she told her, unfazed by the vampire's outburst.

"So how do you know shes not-" but again her words were aggravatingly cut short.

"She's not." Wednesday raised her tone slightly and looked at Yoko confidently. They stared at each other for a moment, neither one dared to break eye contact or move.

"That's it I'm getting a bunch of people out here to search-"

"Wait!" Wednesday yelled and this time Yoko blinked and gave a look of confusion towards the shorter girl. She had never heard much of any emotion in Wednesday's voice which threw her off guard. "Just hold off for the day and I can assure you if I don't find her by then" she breathed in deeply " then you can send out a rescue squad, tell principal Weems, alert the authorities for all I care" Wednesday reasoned "Just leave it alone for 1 more day". It should have been phrased like a question but instead it was more of a light demand.

Yoko considered it. Wednesday was a seer after all and she knew that if Enid was in trouble one person who would move heaven and hell to save her would be Wednesday. She knew the girl enjoyed creating carnage and chaos when it came to protecting Enid, through her own subtle observations so ...she considered it.

When she got no response from the vampire she resorted to threats " Of course you can try to but I will make sure you are left with a stake pertruding from your heart if you don't want to accept the deal" Wednesday spoke horrifyingly.

"Damn girl ok calm down" Yoko rolled her eyes and held her hands up in surrender and turned to walk away. She would take the day and save her own life but she was watching Wednesday.

She left but turned over her shoulder one last time

"One. Day. Addams." she reminded the girl and Wednesday nodded subtly. Before making her way into the forest.

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Enid had surrendered herself to the wolf inside her, allowing her lone wolf status to consume her. She had spent almost a week roaming the woods endlessly, not able to return to her human form due to the physical and emotional pain she felt anytime she tried to. It was easier to stay numb and submit to her animalistic side so that's exactly what she did.

Every time she stopped to rest it was in a different location but she would always find herself returning to the Hyde attack site without meaning to. This time round was no different and she knew why. The remnants of her mate's scent still lingered at the sight and her wolf yearned for that smell, craved it uncontrollably in fact.

Although fully submitted to the wolf, Enid was still able to keep her distance from Wednesday herself. She spent over an hour laying on a pile of leaves before her ears twitched at a few twigs snapping close by. She leapt up in an attack position ready to battle whatever beast might have decided to return. However, once she was hit with the intoxicating scent of her Mate who had rejected her she scurried behind a large tree in a panic.

She was not as subtle as she had thought though because as Wednesday approached the location she caught the sight of a tail disappearing behind the large tree.

"Enid?" Wednesday asked pacing towards the tree, elated that she had finally found the girl after an agonisingly long week.

When she reached the tree, the wolf fell backwards and tripped over her own paws attempting to flee once again.

"Stop!" Wednesday yelled and Enid was unable to fight her instincts which made it impossible for her to move. She did as she was instructed, her eyes filled with pure sadness as she looked up at the darker haired girl who reached out for her.

When Wednesday approached her werewolf, she did the only thing she could think of that would keep her there and stop her from running once again. She opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Enids wolf form, squeezing tightly and closing her eyes in pure relief.

She found her. She finally found her.

"Enid" she whispered and felt her relax into the embrace reluctantly. They stayed this way for a few moments, Wednesday gripping her for dear life knowing that at any moment she could be lost again. She then broke the hug to look at the werewolf worriedly.

Watching the concern that Wednesday so willingly let show caused Enid's feelings to come rushing to the surface. Although happy with Wednesday for caring so much to show her soft side she was still heartbroken knowing that it wasn't because she loved her.

"I'm sorry" Wednesday held her face and stared into her eyes. She had to make her stay. She needed Enid as much as Enid needed her and not seeing the girl for an entire week had given Wednesday enough time to accept how she felt and surrender to the feelings she couldn't control.

Enid just bowed her head in sadness, not yet knowing how Wednesday actually felt. She had given up and given into her wolf there was nothing she could do. She had accepted her status.

"Enid please come back" Wednesday begged which was extremely unlike her and oddly unsettling. It caused Enid's ears to prick up ever so slightly and she raised her head to look up at her mate.

"I can't Wednesday" Enids voice rang throughout Wednesday's head which caused her to instinctively scrunch her eyebrows and bat away the air.

"What was that" she immediately asked curious with

"If you let me in I can speak to you in your mind" Enid's voice floated through her head again.

"What why?" Wednesday involuntarily diverted her attention away from concern for Enid to raising her own defenses at the idea of someone being inside her head. This was an alarming concept that she needed more information about immediately.

"It's a wolf thing" Enids voice settled in her head again "I actually don't know why you can still hear me once rejected the bond is suppose to be severed" she explained and again bowed her head in pain.

"Rejected?" Wednesday questioned, not because she didn't understand the meaning but because she wasn't aware that what she had done had counted as full on rejection. How was she suppose to know this?!

The thought of Enid thinking that Wednesday didn't want her, again, made her heart ache and she instantly realised her mistake when Enid stepped away from her still bowing her head in misery.

Suddenly none of it mattered anymore. Any doubts she had over her feelings for Enid or worry to let the girl invade her comfort zone were gone in a matter of milliseconds and all she could think to do was embrace her once again.

"Please come back to me" she begged once again and after looking past her initial shock Enid whimpered slightly nuzzling into Wednesday's shoulder. She allowed herself to feel again, all the numbness subsiding and being replaced with the medicine that was Wednesdays scent.

Could it really be? Wednesday needed her? Wednesday Addams was throwing away everything her character stood for just to get Enid to return to her. Any doubts Enid felt about Wednesday's feelings faded away and now all she wanted was to just be with her. Whether that be as a friend or a more than friend she didn't care because Wednesday still wanted to have her in her life regardless of her Mate status. This settled Enid incredibly fast and she sunk into Wednesday's hold.

"Please" she heard Wednesday beg again and her heart broke slightly, recognising that she had not said anything yet. Her wolf was happy again, holding onto that ray of hope from the word 'please' leaving Wednesday's lips twice.

Enid breathed in deeply through her snout and let her worn out wolf form retract slowly transforming back to her human form.

Wednesday's gripped Enid tightly, almost suffocating the girl, elated with finally finding her and being able to bring her home.

Her heart cracked at the cries of Enid that muffled into her shoulder as they stood for a moment basking in each others embrace.

Both girls breathing settled and synced with one another while Wednesday stroked Enid's hair to calm her. She gripped her waist tightly with the other arm, unwilling to let her go again, and she allowed a small smile to make it's way across her lips. Just this once she told herself.

[tgarrett26]

I have an idea for the plot that he would show up with Scott or Carly at stage door after a show, but a prompt would be if you had certain quotes in mind or something./// I have no idea but that is up to you probably a singing lyric from Hamilton who lives who does who tells your story 😅

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

It’s always been common for your family to attend your show, they’ve been to many performances of Phantom Of The Opera where you play a young Christine Daae. The show is a classic in many means which means it’s an Evans family obligation. But since the show is coming to the end of its long, over three-decade run, they’ve made it their mission to go to at least one weekly show.

Today was a Tuesday (luckily not matinee) night performance where it’s Chris’ turn to attend the show. It’s typical for him to be busy, but after missing his turn for the past three weeks due to a filming complication, he was able to come just the day after they wrapped.

After the long show-of many to come-you come to the East stage door while the cooling feeling of toning liquid and moisturizer make your skin tingle in the chilling weather. Family isn’t always allowed backstage right after shows, but the security team has always been good at permitting your family to hide when crowds get too close or demanding.

After you’ve signed autographs and taken so many pictures you have light spots in your vision, you look past the road to see your oldest siblings, Chris and Carly. He’s holding a small bouquet of flowers with a nervous smile on his face while she’s beaming by his side, her arm linked in his.

Without any worries, you flee from the building and run past an alley of New York traffic to pounce your siblings. Chris manages to catch you while Carly laughs to herself and gently holds your arm as it’s around your brother.

“You did so good in there. It was hard to believe it was my baby sister up there until that grin took over at curtain call.” he muffles over your shoulder

You wiggle in his grasp, thrilled with excitement and joy at the fact that your brother is home.

“I told you I was coming tonight, didn’t I?” he asks and laughs

“Yes! You did, but you know after those times it’s no promise.”

“Well, it’s a promise now. I’m not due back until the spring, so you’ve got me for the next couple months.”

You only hug him tighter, truly having trouble believing he’s actually here after so much time away. He reciprocates the action, wordlessly grateful he’s back with his family and away from the cramped trailer he’s had to stay in for the past several weeks and months.

“Ma’s waiting back at the hotel for you. She told me not to tell you, but I figured it’s much less a surprise than my being here.” he reasons as you both pull away

“Nah. But I’m glad you told me. I would have thought she’d sneak into my apartment.”

“That’s Scott and Shanna’s thing-and occasionally mine.”

A smile tugs on you as you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, but your older brother takes it for himself, soon extending his right hand with the now smooshed flowers in it.

“Hold these instead.” he suggests

Your smile only gets bigger, grateful not only that your brother and sister are here, but that they’re as kind and welcoming as any kid would hope for. The three of you begin your walk, trailing down street by street as lights and strangers fill the city for the night.

“They’re limp.” you mention as one flower bends at the stem

“Well, maybe next time take them from me before you trample me on the sidewalk.”

“Where are we going anyway?”

“Dinner. I may not be the mature one of us, but I bet our girl hasn’t eaten a good meal in a while. And before you say you eat just fine-don’t pull that ‘take-out’ line on me again. It didn’t work on dad and it’s not gonna work on me.” he explains

“It was Scott, actually, but okay.”

“Haha.” he fake cackles

You shake your head and look off and away, trying to ignore the fact that while a good amount of New York didn’t know or didn’t care who you are, your brother has to hide under a ball cap. The fact that people have to do this as a precaution, in order to maintain personal space from strangers who don’t obey manners or boundaries, makes me feel unwell.

“I brought cookies from Shanna’s though.” he adds

“For the sake of yourself, you should hope you didn’t eat them.”

“One, but I was tired from the drive. Okay-two but it was because I got up too early for the hotel’s breakfast. She sent like ten though, you can spare a few.”

“Christopher Robin!” I exclaim and smack his left hand

“Well?”

“The only reason she’s not wrestling you after that is because she cried calling you last week when you were gone for Thanksgiving.” our sister mentions

“Carly! How could you?!” I worry somewhat jokingly

“It’s alright, Honey. You just missed him is all, it’s okay.”

I try to brush it off, but our brother seems to detect something and takes my bag from his left shoulder to place it on his right. He puts his left arm around me and continues to guide us down the road, leading us to dinner as the mature one of the group (surprise).

“I’m only letting you keep that there because I’m always wishing you were somehow here again.” I mutter

[landofzero-archive]

Battle on the Sugoroku Board - God Won’t Roll The Dice 3

(Location: Cage)

(A few minutes before— The “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” set’s cage)

Rinne: —And that’s when I found out that Kohaku-chan’s scared of ghosts.

Oh! You won’t tell him, right? He seems to be pretty conscious of it♪

Madara: Oh. I’ve heard good things about that♪

I want to take Kohaku-san to a haunted house next time and see his reaction. I’m serious about it.

Rinne: No, completely ignore it.

Well, it’s not something to hide and I don’t care what you say.

More importantly, I’m curious about whether you guys’ll continue with Double Face. He’s got his schedule set aside for Crazy:B, doesn’t he?

Madara: Haha. What’re you talking about, Rinne-san? Isn’t that Kohaku’s main job?

I’m a two-timer with MaM too. It’s nice to be able to use it for convenience, like a relative’s house that you go to sometimes.

Rinne: I don’t mind either way. I’m sure Kohaku-chan wants to do it too.

Madara: More importantly, it looks like other idols are listening in, aren’t they?

I don’t know how it looks from the outside, but ES isn’t rock solid either. How about I talk to you like someone who knows inside info?

You’re good at getting the audience excited in your lives, right?

Rinne: Lives and chats are two different things. I’m not really a gossip, y’kno~w?

Madara: Despite what you’re saying, you look like you can’t help but want to chat♪

Rinne: Gyahaha, that’s true!

I’ve also been forced to suffer a lot. I feel sorry for all the cute kids that couldn’t fit into the industry!

If you have something to say, say it♪ We’re in a cage anyway, no one will hear you.

Idol: There’s nothing to talk about with a blessed ES idol……

Rinne: Oi oi. You’re too naive. It’s true that we’re in a pretty lofty position, but up until recently I was on the verge of being fired, y’know.

But lucky for me, I won the bet. I risked my life on a big gamble and just barely hit the mark.

If I say that, people might get angry because it means the future’s uncertain. “Don’t lecture me” and “You don’t have to tell me” and all that.

Rinne: But I can tell you this. The goddess of fate won’t smile on those who curse their own fate♪

I’m an idol, just like all of you. So don’t be so cold.

Let me hear your stories.

Idol: ………

…… The reason we appeared on “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” was because it’s what the agency wanted.

Since I’m in a small agency, I had no choice but to obey.

The program’s intentionally trying to make the ES idols lose.

It looks like they gave support items to some idols in advance, and it can turn any situation upside-down.

Rinne: Haah? Does that mean this program’s rigged?

Madara: An interesting story. In other words, you guys are assassins who showed up to outwit us.

However, you’re a pretty “cute” assassin. I guess you have no intention of taking my life.

What’s your purpose, then?

Even if you beat us, since it’s not a pure performance-based contest, there won’t be much benefit to it, right?

Rinne: No, I don’t know about that.

ES is a big deal to these guys.

They want to win, even if just once, and to get rid of their frustrations— those are also motivating factors.

Madara: So what’s really going on? The sooner you talk, the easier it’ll be.

The circumstances of adults aren’t that satisfactory anyways.

Idol: We don’t know why the agency came up with a plan like that……

All I heard from the agency was “We want you to appear on a NETV program in order to eliminate the disparities in the entertainment industry.”

I even wonder sometimes what the point of doing something like this is. But the director, who didn’t like the way ES was running things, was also on board with it……

Honestly, we didn’t expect ES idols to be so friendly.

Sorry for acting the way I did.

Madara: Hmm. So you guys are at the bottom and don’t understand what the agency or director are thinking.

Then, it seems we have no choice but to ask the production director.

Rinne: Wait. That kind of thing—

How about we flip that scenario on its head?

Madara: Yeah…… Personally, I’d like to understand the other party’s plans and destroy them. I honestly don’t care whether we win or lose the program.

…… But it’s annoying to fall into our opponent’s trap, isn’t it?

Alright. Well, I’ll be happy to help ya out♪

CosPro and NewDi are probably similar in that their leaders hate losing.

I think they’d hate it, but how about we form a united front?

I’m sure that’ll make the program more exciting♪

Rinne: Heeh, that’s fine. A united front♪

It’s hard to be trusted easily though. We’re a team with poisonous bees and poisonous snakes. You never know when we’re going to poison you, right?

Madara: Hahaha, I can’t speak for others, but I’m used to not being trusted.

Even as we proclaim our own justice, we transcend barriers and fight together for the same purpose— that’s also heroic, and I like it♪

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Aawww myy oc hanging out with tsumiki and trying to make her let out her pent up negative feelings. But also consider, satoru going "why r u talking her to a rage room, u should take her to that disney princess meet and greet shit" and myy oc goes "nah she likes rage rooms" and bby tsumiki agrees with that statement and also mentions liking a shooting range in the most kiddy voice. AND gojo and myy oc got married at 24? How did that go 👀👀

This was so cute I caved and wrote a snippet for it. I hc that gojo has a love-hate relationship with the mouse and his movies haha, so that jumped out here too. Hope you enjoy! (I answer your question after the snippet btw!)

Tsumiki ducked into a fairly passable somersault and came up pulling the trigger on her little finger-guns.

“Pew, pew” she said under her breath.

And then she caught sight of Satoru, bags of groceries in his hands.

“Um…. aaAAH,” Tsumiki froze.

“What are you doing?” Satoru asked curiously, stepping into the apartment.

Tsumiki wrung her hands, seemingly unsure which direction to hide. She’d already been spotted after all.

“Ah… playing… spies,” she finally muttered, the words half stuttered.

Satoru snickered, ignoring the way Tsumiki seemed to droop a bit. He set the bags down on the counter as she trailed slowly after him.

He raised an eyebrow at her as she slumped into the kitchen at his heels, looking at her over the rim of his glasses. “I thought you were playing spies?”

She looked worriedly up at him.

Satoru rolled his eyes and lifted up his fingers. “Are you just going to let the enemy spy catch you?” He sounded affronted by the very idea.

Tsumiki’s eyes lit up and she stood, her arms outstretched, balanced on the tip of her toes. She pointed her finger pistol at Satoru. “Bang!” she declared.

Satoru stumbled, faking a groan as her feet skidded on the floor. “Sneak attack! Unlawful!” 

Tsumiki giggled as Satoru staggered after her.

Later that night, Satoru dramatically nursed a bump on his head. Apparently, like the giraffe he was, he’d run into some open cabinets while he and Tsumiki had been chasing one another around the apartment.

Megumi dumps an ice pack on his lap, disgruntled and looking only slightly modified by Satoru’s overdone yelp at the cold.

Tsumiki was still smiling, though a bit sheepishly. “Sorry, Satoru-san.”

Satoru sighed, pressing the ice to his head and pouting mightily. “I can’t believe the first person to defeat me in one on one combat in over a decade is you, shrimp.”

“Technically it was the dish cupboard,” she said, apologetically, but the excitement was still shining in her eyes.

It gave you an idea.

Tsumiki came back from your outing with what a normal person, or her actual mother, might have considered a disturbing glow and an almost sage satisfaction, given that she had just spent about half an hour with you cracking plates and smashing bottles and trying to bend spoons and forks with a sledgehammer.

To be fair, you had also taken her to a music store and you heard as she merrily went into the living room. There was the familiar scrape of her pulling her step stool out of its little cubby and then the click and shift of a record being placed on the turntable.

Satoru walked in from the back room, a sticky mess of a pineapple popsicle in his mouth.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

You put your sword case on the shelf recessed by the entryway.

“Took her a rage room,” you said, going into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

Satoru snorted. “Why are you taking her to a rage room? Shouldn’t you take her to some disney princess meet and greet or somethin’”

You pulled out a bottle of juice and raised an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even like disney princesses.”

“That’s not true,” he protested. “That movie with the vampire girl and the apple was pretty good.”

It took you a while to figure out what he was talking about. “That’s… not even a disney movie,” you said, somewhat appalled. 

He just smirked. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyways, it was fun,” you said, sitting up on the countertop. “She had fun I think.”

“I- I did,” a voice came from behind you. You twisted around to see Tsumiki, smiling, but… less wide than she often did. It seemed somehow more real. “Thanks.”

“Any time,” you said, offering her a smile in return. “There’s peaches in the fridge whenever you want.”

She nodded and wandered into the room, rummaging in the refrigerator and then grabbing a knife from the drawer by your leg to cut it up.

You tapped her shoulder. She looked up at you. “You’ve still got some paint,” you pointed to the top of her head.

She put her hand where you were pointing as though she could feel the little flecks stuck to her hair.

“Were you painting?” Satoru asked.

Tsumiki shook her head while she pulled your phone out of your pocket and tried to use the camera to see better. She held still while you snapped a picture and showed her the purple spots of paint.

“Paintball,” she said, grabbing a towel and wetting it. She handed it to you so you could try and get the color out. "That was really fun too," Tsumiki smiled up at you.

“You’d look cute with purple streaks, Tsumiki-chan,” you said as you dabbed at the spots, oblivious to Satoru’s incredulous look.

She pulled a face. “Dyeing your hair makes it fall out.”

You snorted. “Who told you that?”

“My mom.”

It was getting easier for her to talk about the parent that had walked out on her more than a year ago, but you’d started noticing it was even easier after taking her to break things. Or shoot them.

Which made at least as much sense as the persistently cheerful attitude Megumi reported and you had observed.

“They make dye that’s safe for kids.” You recalled your own parents helping you color your hair straight black for Halloween once.

“Nah,” Tsumiki shrugged.

You laughed quietly at her, but it was as much a delight to see her refuse you instead of trying to appease you by following along.

When her hair was clean and she had walked back towards her music, Satoru turned to you, empty stick in hand. “Paintball?” he asked with a raised brow.

You lifted one shoulder. “What we were up to at her age was objectively worse. It’s really a shame we aren’t teaching her martial arts because it would probably be good for her.”

Satoru leaned beside you on the counter and spoke quietly. “Megumi doesn’t want her anywhere near this shit and I don’t want her asking questions. The old fucks were already bad enough about keeping the kids together.”

You leaned on his shoulder with a sigh. “Oh well.” You took another sip of juice. “There’s something very freeing about unregimented violence anyway.”

Satoru snorted and rolled his eyes, blue flashing over the top of his sunglasses.

As for how getting married at 24 was lol, it didn’t change much except Satoru invited himself over way more often. His family actually was making noise about a wedding, but he could have blown them off again. He just figured he could maybe stop living in sin since they were offering him the option anyway XD. There’s a couple of the older members of the clan who definitely see the myy.oc as someone who sort of… violated or dishonored Satoru by entering into what amounted to a fwb relationship with him. He thinks it’s funny in the kind of “I decide what honor is you shriveled prune” kind of way, myy.oc hates it and goes out of their way to be super polite to Satoru when they’re around his family because the idea that they would ever treat Satoru less than respectfully/as less than a person or not be an exclusive partner to him at any time offends them.

oh and myy oc's parents don't know, so that's a fun little stressor I have an unfinished draft for