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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago

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could you write a azriel/reader fic where he only starts dating reader because elain and gywn are not interested in him and she's available and she overhears someone else talking about it a few months into their relationship but sees azriel being involving in their relationship and deludes/convinces herself into thinking he really likes her, but something happens and they fight(jealousy? you can choose a reason tbh) and he tells her that he only dated her bc elain/gywn weren't interested in the heat of the moment(maybe she brings it up? or he could say it himself tbh, idm) and has to grovel. you can take this whichever direction you want to, if you have other ideas about certain areas!

I see her in the back of my mind

He was a thunderstorm. Lethal yet so beautiful. Like a pyre, lighting up the darkness and calling you in. Calling them all in. Weaving the traps and lurking in his shadows. The unlucky soldier of love. Falling and falling and falling but never finding the right one. Never finding the satisfaction. Never finding that peace deep within. It was that sad part of his that called to you. That made your heart cry out for him. You understood that pain. That need. That desire to have someone. To hold someone and feel them holding back onto you just as tightly.

It was a surprise to you when he sat by your table at Rita’s. For the most part, he had only been polite to you. But his eyes had never lingered. He had been seeing Gywn too at the time. And you weren’t a home wrecker but it didn’t last long. He crawled back to Elain only to be thrown over the curb again once she slithered back to Lucien after a couple of weeks of ruffled sheets with the spymaster.

“You look in need of company”, he mused. Although now that you look back on it. It was his gaze that kept on going back and forth between your table and the one he had abandoned. “You look in need of water”, you chuckled watching him sway even while sitting down. “It’s nothing”, he hiccuped with a smile, “I just had to come to say hi, you had my attention all night”. Your heart had skipped a beat. Who wouldn’t have dreamed of being admired by the spymaster of the night court? “Just pretty words”, you brushed him off. “If I swung over to your shop tomorrow and told you the same thing stone sober would you believe me?” You had thought nothing of it. Nothing until he showed up. And said the exact thing he had promised just hours ago.

Everything that followed suit was a whole mess of everything. Stolen kisses. Long nights spent talking. Hand-written letters. He was there. Always. Everywhere. And innocent touches had quickly turned into racing heartbeats. Sweaty bodies. Cries of pleasure as he unraveled parts of you, you didn’t know existed. It was sweet. Blooming slowly.

“Accompany me to a ball in spring tomorrow night?”, he whispered, kissing your shoulder. “Tomorrow night?”, you gasped, “I have nothing appropriate to wear”. You shook your head. “Don’t worry it’s taken care of”, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, “I wasn’t gonna go, but… plans changed and quite frankly, I would love to show you off”, Azriel smiled at you. How your heart had soared when the thought of being his officially crossed your mind.

But you should have known that it was too good to be true. Should have seen the signs. Should have known. From the moment you opened the box with the dress. To pull out a baby pink gown, laced with flowers. You had frowned slightly, imagining that he would have wanted you to wear something close to his sapphire blue, to the depths of his shadows. But you had pushed it all aside. Maybe it was a themed party in spring. Maybe light colors were a must.

Then there was a whole lot of him being distant. He was close to you, yes but his mind was elsewhere. Azriel’s eyes barely stayed on you. Instead, he was scanning the crowd. Pulling you with him as if you were only an added accessory. “Az, are you looking for something?”, you asked starting to feel frustration bubbling. “No, just… need to see someone”, he muttered. “Can you do that alone? Or do I need to be dragged around like a dog”, you huffed, pulling your hand out of his. “Don’t be childish…”, he grunted.

And then he halted. Making you slam into the side of him. And you wished you hadn’t looked up because you imagined knew who had his full attention. There she was in a yellow dress. Golden curls flowed down her shoulders. She was stunning. You got the appeal. Azriel stepped forward. Your hand was forgotten. A light gasp slipped past your lips as you watched him go. “Az”, you called out walking right after him. But he never answered.

You watched him embrace Elain. Watched her smile at him. A fire burning you from within. You had no idea what part of you possessed you to walk towards them. But you did. “Azriel”, you called out once more. “Elain”, he muttered, “this is yn”. “I’m his girlfriend”, you added, extending your hand to her. She only smiled at you. “Love the dress”, she looked you over. “Azriel got me the same one but I didn’t love the color so I sent it back”, your face fell, alongside your heart. “And the necklace. Didn’t you give this to Gywn?”, she chuckled, before tapping your cheek, “You sweet thing”. Her eyes turned to Azriel for a brief moment, “You know where to find me”, she whispered. And even if Azriel didn’t nod. Even if there wasn’t a single way to know what was on his head. You knew his mind was made. You knew where those late-night calls took him.

You let out a bitter laugh before turning away from him. “Y/n”, he called out but you were done. Done being plaid. “Your bitches shit? Seriously Azriel? You gift me the same shit you gave to other bitches you fucked?”, you hissed turning to face him. “Don’t call them like that”, he muttered. Your wind eyes watched him, “The audacity… You are a fucked person”, you practically spat at him.

“I needed you, okay?”, he hissed, walking after you. “What for? To be your punching bag? A heartbreak fuck?”, you whinnied, pulling at your hair. “I liked you, okay, you caught my eye”, Azriel replied, making you halt. “Past tense. You used the past tense”, you turned to face him, “Liked”, and your eyes looked him over. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I just…”, he started. “I curse you, Azriel from the night court. I curse you in love”, an angry tear slipped past your cheek, “May you never find peace with any of your future lovers”.

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scrivenger-grimgar · 1 year ago

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au of an au for mdzs where canon plays out exactly as it was supposed to except

wwx became a calamity after dying and cared for his coven of ghosts in yiling before mxy summoned him for revenge.

he still elopes with lwj after solving the corpse question

supreme ghosts have a similar ability to gods taking deputies, except since they're not sharing immortality they can have a lot more of them

wwx's "deputies" are (in order) jiang cheng, the wen remnants, luo qingyang, nie huaisang, mo xuanyu, jin ling, lan jingyi, ouyang zhizhen, lan sizhui, and lan wangji.

being a calamity's "deputy" means that you are soul bonded to them, with a kind of preternatural sense of the wellbeing of the entire coven.

one of the heavenly officials decides to fuck around with time, and only other heavenly officials were supposed to remember, except extremely strong ghosts and their covens also remember because there are TWO gods married to calamities, and calamities are weirdly cooperative with each other (hc, hx, wwx, & gL discuss trade agreements over tea and artistic process over alcohol).

thus like 75 people are now in the past.

wwx's child body cant stand the power his soul has and just kinda crumbles under the weight. thats mostly fine tho cause he can shapeshift.

of course he immediately comes up with a dastardly plan to inflict as much chaos onto the sects as possible while also protecting his loved ones at the same time. he gets in contact with the wen remnants (bigger and there's more of them) and slowly moves them over to yiling while he builds places for them to live on the mountain, and then offers the people of yiling a very good deal:

"we'll deal with all your ghost problems for free, and in exchange we get discounts on food, and you tell everyone who comes asking that the Yiling Wei sect has been here the entire time."

its almost too easy to set up, too. they forge some trade agreements and other documents to place in the other sects' files, waiting to be found, with ease, bc he knows what the filing for the jiang, lan, wen, and nie looks like, and part of the story is that the jin offended them so badly that they just stopped doing business with them altogether and also tend to actively hate them with few exceptions.

meanwhile, huaisang, qingyang, and wangji will reference the Yiling Wei and act like this is something everyone knows about, and jiang cheng catches on and starts doing the same.

wwx's plan is to drive them all insane by appearing out of nowhere and acting like he's been there the entire time. make them question reality.

wen popo, at a discussion conference: i'll be standing in for my grandson so he can participate in the games

jiang fengmian, initiating polite conversation: your grandson? what happened to your son?

wen popo, internally cackling: fengmian! are you so quick to discard changze like this?! for shame!!

jiang fengmian, who has never met this lady: what

wen popo: you know i trusted him when he said he wanted to stand by his sworn brother's side but if this is how you treat his memory after he was so unwaveringly loyal to you, only ever leaving for Cangse, the love of his life, then i'll have to have you stricken from the legacy registry!

wen popo, with unfaltering confidence: good evening wen-zhongzhu

wen ruohan, who has incurable face blindness: well met Wei-zhongzhu (do i know her???)

nie mingjue is the only one who's taking any of this well and thats solely because his brother has been spoon feeding him Yiling Wei propaganda for 13 years. lan xichen has a crisis because his baby brother eloped with a clan leader he met thrice and they're having a spring wedding.

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emeraldelixirs · 6 months ago

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Bloodsport {I: where’d it go wrong?}

bsf! m. riddle x fem!sallow!reader, fem!sallow!reader stepbrother! t. nott

Bound by Blood, Betrayed by Fate. When you’re dragged to Malfoy Manor under orders from Voldemort himself, you learn the price of your mother’s mistakes: an Unbreakable Vow, tethering your life to the deranged Bellatrix Lestrange. Forced to navigate a web of dark magic, family debts, and impossible expectations, you must tread carefully in a house brimming with enemies—and a few familiar faces. As tensions rise and the lines between loyalty and survival blur, one question remains: will you find a way to break free, or will you lose yourself to the darkness?

Content warnings: 18+ themes, mentions of death, mental, emotional, physical abuse, torture, trauma, dysfunctional family dynamics, taboo themes, grief, underage coercion misogyny, classic canon HP themes of blood purity, house prejudices, oppression

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: and here lays the start of y/n’s trauma, with a lovely flashback. This is merely a filler before I get to the good stuff, bc next part is 8k worth of words and I will not elaborate any further. DISCLAIMER: girl in picture is not descriptive of Y/n, I am writing her with as little description as I can besides last name ofc. I just wanted a fitting pic for the chapter until I get to an official banner.

[playlist: the lakes–taylor swift, july–noah cyrus, forever winter–taylor swift, where’d it go wrong–d4vd]

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It was a bright summer day in June, one of those days where the remnants of spring lingered in the air—a soft, cool breeze running through the wildflowers in the fields surrounding the Parkinson Mansion. Despite the sun’s gentle warmth and the comforting drone of dragonflies and honeybees, something felt off in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t place it, but the sense of dread fluttered there, stubborn and persistent.

You, Pansy, and Daphne had strayed from the bustle inside—your two closest friends pulling you out to the meadow behind the estate. The Parkinson Mansion itself was a grand, pristine building, though seldom occupied by actual parents these days; they were always away at this meeting or that trip. Under normal circumstances, you’d relish a carefree summer’s day with your friends, but the knot in your stomach refused to untie. Perhaps because your mother had acted so strangely the night before, insisting you spend the night at Pansy’s, hugging you tight enough to leave you breathless and—if you weren’t mistaken—a little dampness in your hair from her tears. You’d woken this morning with an irrational worry gnawing at you, ready to flee back to the perpetually hollow cold of Nott Manor to ask the meaning. But now, it merely circled your thoughts like a blackbird overhead.

Nevertheless, it ought to have been peaceful here. Sunbeams chased off the last dewdrops from the night. Mourning doves cooed in the distance, half-hidden in the branches. The breeze ruffled Pansy’s dark hair as she crouched, meticulously polishing her new Nimbus broom, the latest model on the market. She paused every so often, lifting it into the sunshine to watch the metal fittings glint.

“Lorenzo,” she huffed, “is going to swallow his words when he sees this baby. And he’s coming with Draco later this week—they promised to run a few drills with me. I’ll be unstoppable against them.” Her tone was smug, but you only nodded, half-listening.

Meanwhile, Daphne lay on her stomach in the tall grass, your head pillowed on her back. She’d spent the last hour braiding bright wildflowers into flimsy crowns—two perched precariously on your heads, the third already wilted beside Pansy, who cursed every time it slipped off. Daphne flicked a new chain of daisies between her fingers, giggling under her breath at some rumor she’d heard.

“I heard Cho was found snogging Terry Boot on the train ride home,” she announced, her voice lilting with the thrill of gossip. “Not even a week after poor Cedric died, can you believe it?”

A shudder prickled at your arms. Cedric’s death had rattled the whole school, and you still felt uneasy about how the year had ended. You shifted your weight off Daphne, dislodging a few petals. “That’s got to be rubbish,” you muttered, frowning. “Cho wouldn’t move on that fast, surely. She was devastated.”

Daphne shrugged, weaving another blossom through her makeshift crown. “That’s what Astoria heard. From a friend of a friend, she claims.” She sniffed in that way she did when she wanted to sound superior.

Pansy snorted, hugging the broom handle against her chest. “Astoria’s sources are always questionable,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I call bollocks.”

In another world, on another day, you might have teased them both about digging into outlandish rumors. But the knot in your stomach tugged tighter, a creeping sense that haunted you with the talk of death. You cast your gaze toward the sky—blue, bright, with just a hint of humidity that promised a sweltering afternoon. The day felt too perfect, as if something unspoken lurked at the edges.

Trying to ignore the weight in your stomach, you steered the conversation elsewhere: “Have you heard Lyra Nox is releasing a new novel soon? It’s about a woman who falls in love with a charmed portrait.”

Pansy snorted a laugh. “A portrait as the love interest? That’s… creative.”

Daphne giggled, half listening, half braiding. “I’ll skip the reading and wait for your review,” she joked, nose wrinkling in playful distaste.

“I’ll opt out of both.” Pansy deadpanned. You huffed in faux annoyance, reaching over, grabbing a handful of stray wilting daisies, launching them at her.

She grinned at you, “kidding, kidding. Easy Sallow.”

You made a show of tossing a few wilted daisies at Pansy in mock offense. She smirked, swatting them away. The three of you resumed your chatter—about next year’s classes, potential new teachers, Blaise Zabini’s upcoming party, and what you wanted for lunch. The conversation and the bright field nearly lulled you into forgetting the morning’s dread.

Until, you noticed a lone figure emerging from across the field. The shape drew closer, weaving through the tall grass in rushed strides. As it neared, your pulse quickened: Theo. It was definitely Theo, but something about his posture was wrong for such a sunny day. A heaviness radiated off him, like a storm cloud in human form.

He approached, slightly out of breath, hair windblown, and your friends halted their chatter. Pansy stood up a fraction, shielding her eyes against the sun. Daphne paused in her braiding, turning her head so your weight slid off her back. Silence fell.

Theo’s eyes were red at the edges, his mouth pressed into a thin line that barely contained whatever grief lay behind it. Your stomach lurched. Theo rarely displayed emotions so openly in front of others—especially not in front of Pansy and Daphne. The dread inside you knotted further, as if your body already knew what he was about to say.

“Y/n, you need to come home.” he urged softly, glancing at Pansy and Daphne with quick, polite acknowledgement before focusing on you. “Now. Your—it’s urgent.”

Fear spiked hot in your throat. “Is everything… is my mother…?” The question choked off, half-formed.

“We need to go home,” Theo repeated, voice taut. His eyes flicked from you to your friends and back again. He looked… distraught in a way you’d never seen, as if the ground had dropped beneath him. The phrase go home struck a chord of panic. You realized you never wanted to leave the safety of this sunlit field.

“Wh–what’s wrong?” you asked, trying to laugh it off, but fear caught your breath. When he remained silent, you slowly stood, petals tumbling off your lap. Daphne’s crown of wildflowers dropped from her fingers, petals scattering in the grass as she sat up, alarmed, while Pansy clutched her broom handle.

“Just… trust me,” Theo insisted, more hoarse this time. “I—I’ll explain later, okay? We have to go home, now.”

You glanced at Daphne and Pansy, confusion rolling off them in waves. But the dread in Theo’s eyes sealed your decision. “Alright,” you whispered, “Let me just—”

“No,” he cut in, shaking his head. “We need to leave immediately.”

Pansy hugged her broom closer, confusion written across her face. “Hold on—what’s going on?” She demanded, stepping forward. “Theo, you’re scaring us.”

Theo parted his lips, but only managed, “I—I just can’t explain right now.” He caught your arm gently. “We’ve got to go home. Right away.”

Without another word, you allowed him to gently grip your arm, pulling you away from your friends. Shock rooted them in place. Pansy called after you—What’s going on?—but you just shook your head, tears unexpectedly pricking the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know why you felt this sudden wave of sorrow, but the air felt heavier, the sun less bright.

Daphne scrambled to her feet, her half-finished flower crown forgotten. “Wait, Y/N—?”

But Theo gave a final apologetic glance over his shoulder, and the two of you were gone, weaving back through the fields, up the winding path through the overgrown grasses toward the Parkinson Estate. The day felt too bright for tragedy, but dread clawed at your ribcage. You blinked back tears, your breath hitching as you nodded, trusting the urgent plea in Theo’s eyes.

The moment you reached the Floo station inside, your heart hammered out of control. Theo grabbed a handful of powder and swept you into the emerald flames. You clung to his sleeve, a kaleidoscope of color and spinning magic swallowing you until you tumbled out into the drawing room of the Nott estate—your stepfather’s home, which you reluctantly shared.

The abrupt shift from the sun-drenched meadow to this lifeless interior felt like stepping from day into a permanent night when You staggered out, disoriented, gripping Theo for stability.

The drawing room’s silence was a stark contrast to the lively field. At its center stood Narcissa Malfoy, her elegant features drawn tight with concern, and Theodore Nott Sr., whose expression held all the warmth of a gravestone.

A swell of panic rose in your chest, breath hitching. Theo hovered at your side, shoulders trembling in silent grief he tried to bury.

Your stepfather—no, your mother’s husband in name only—met your gaze with chilling indifference. “Your mother,” he said flatly, “died last night.”

A ringing filled your ears. The day’s brightness seemed to vanish from your memory, replaced by icy shock. “No…” you whispered, hardly aware that tears streamed down your cheeks. “That can’t be—there’s no reason—she was fine—”

Narcissa stepped forward, ignoring Nott Sr.’s disapproving scowl. “I’m so sorry, my dear,” she murmured, voice trembling with empathy. She guided you gently from the Floo, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, beckoning Theo in too.

Theodore Nott Sr. cleared his throat. “She arranged for you to spend the night with Miss Parkinson, presumably to spare you the drama of witnessing… the end.”

He spoke without even a glimmer of sympathy, as if narrating the front page of the Daily Prophet. Your mind reeled, refusing to accept the finality of his words. She can’t be gone…

“H-how?” You breathed out. You already had feeling as to how and why, but you wanted to hear it from him.

He sniffed, “complications on the job,” impatiently glancing between the three of you.

It was because of her.

The mad woman that decided to marry your mother off to Nott Sr that stood emotionless in front of you, that had free reign in your house, pulling your mother into the drawing room for hours on end, sending her away at elusive hours of the night, doing gods knows what. Bellatrix Lestrange.

Theo gave a strangled sob, hearing the one that wracked through you loudly, turning his face away, wiping his eyes. You gripped his sleeve needing his presence as much as he needed yours, letting him tug you in his side.

“Emotional displays won’t—” He cleared his throat.

Narcissa, her voice firm, snapped at Nott Sr. “Leave them. Now. They’ve just lost their mother.”

“This is my house, Narcissa,” The older wizard made a dismissive sound. “They’re old enough to keep emotions in check. The times we live in—”

“Get out,” Narcissa repeated, sharp enough that even he winced, her authoritative maternal side shining through. With a roll of his eyes, he strode out, slamming the door behind him, leaving the room colder than before.

In the hush that followed, your tears came in earnest. Narcissa guided you and Theo to a nearby sofa, letting you cling to each other. She summoned tissues, stroking your hair lightly in a gesture that felt heartbreakingly maternal—something your mother could never do again.

You tried to reconcile the morning’s bright sunshine, the warm breeze, the friendly chatter with your friends, with this. The last vestiges of spring now seemed mockingly beautiful, overshadowed by your mother’s sudden absence. She must have known something terrible would happen—why else insist on your sleeping over at the Parkinsons’? The question gnawed at you.

Theo trembled at your side, every muscle tight. You slid an arm around him, drawing him close. Step-siblings, yes, but more than that—friends, companions. Now you were bound by even more shared loss, being there for him when his own mother passed a few years prior. And if Nott Sr. was your only guardian left, you shuddered at the hollowness that awaited you both under his roof.

Narcissa, kneeling by your feet, pressed her hand to yours. “You’re not alone. I’ll help however I can, you two are some of Draco's closest friends.” Her voice wavered, tears bright in her eyes. But she held steady for you, for Theo, gently bridging the gap left by that the cold, malicious man who cared little for either of you.

Outside, the June sun still shone, oblivious to your world’s collapse. You let your head rest against Theo’s shoulder, tears staining his sleeve. The memory of how lovely the day had seemed only hours ago panged in your chest, a cruel reminder that fate offered no warnings.

You still felt the knot of unease you’d woken with, that sense of dread now realized. The breeze you’d thought was gently stirring your hair had, in reality, been a herald of loss.

No matter the brightness of summer, the world looked bleak and gray now, hollowed by grief.

The sunlit day felt like a cruel mockery, each warm ray a glaring reminder of how a bright sky could so easily clash with a dark heart. You sat on the steps leading to Malfoy Manor’s lavish gardens, reading, but your body felt heavy, your mind drifting back to the day your mother died. The recollection threatened to swallow you whole, and you had no energy to resist.

Bellatrix had held you in her claws for most of the day—torturing you in every way possible except actually casting the Cruciatus Curse. You suspected she was saving that particular brand of agony for a later date. You stared at your tender hands, welts from her punishments forming red and raw across your knuckles. They pulsed with each heartbeat, a physical echo of the emotional storm churning within.

It hadn’t been physical violence alone; she forced you to “charm” a mirror, an exercise that turned your stomach. The mirror displayed a rotating gallery of men—some young, some old and unsavory—teaching you how to coax and manipulate them with your Veela magic. That memory made you feel unclean, as if your soul were smeared by something far more insidious than a simple bruise.

You’d rather have endured a hundred more blows than endure that humiliating “lesson” again. Yet here you were, in broad daylight, the beautiful summer mocking your pain.

At last, the manor’s door opened behind you, footsteps on stone drawing your attention. You glanced up, shielding your eyes from the sun, spotting Theo stepping outside with Mattheo in tow. Both wore suits—dark, meticulously tailored, each cuff hiding the marks that chained them to the Dark Lord’s bidding. They looked weary, but they managed half-smiles, as they talked animatedly about something.

“Columba,” Theo called gently, that old nickname he’d used for you since you were kids. He approached with caution, Mattheo lagging behind like a silent sentinel.

“Ready to go home?” Theo asked, offering a hand to help you stand.

The word home jarred you. Home might as well have been a crypt these days, the Nott Manor empty except for house-elves who scurried about on edge, rarely speaking. You forced a nod, sliding your bruised hand into Theo’s. Pain shot through your fingers, but you let him lift you.

He froze when he saw the injuries marring your skin. “Gods, Y/N… she did this?” he whispered hoarsely, a flare of anger in his eyes. Over his shoulder, you saw Mattheo tense as he peered over his friend’s shoulder, running a hand through his curls before letting it drop to his side, frustration emanating off him in waves suddenly.

You shrugged, trying to sound calm. “I wasn’t doing well enough, apparently.”

Mattheo let out a hollow laugh. “How hard is it to twirl your hair and bat your lashes at someone, exactly?”

Your temper flickered, turning your gaze on him. “It’s more than that, you twat.”

He shot you a look, jaw clenching. “More than enough to get beaten for?” His dark eyes glinted with incredulity, but beneath the sarcasm you caught the faintest glimmer of concern. “Please, enlighten me.”

They’d never understand, not fully, not when you hadn’t even understood barely—the art of charming guarded men, of coaxing out secrets with a coy turn of phrase, all while Bellatrix delighted in your squeamishness. The memory of that mirror and those endless faces made your stomach churn.

“Lay off it, Matty,” you muttered, brushing his shoulder lightly as you passed him to reach the door with Theo.

Mattheo stayed put. You glanced back to see him rooted to the spot, arms rigid, eyes locked on the horizon as if waging an internal war. Theo stopped by the threshold, keeping a gentle hold on you. “You coming back, Mate?” he asked, trying for a casual tone.

“Nah,” Mattheo exhaled, glancing over at the hand Theo rested on your back. “Go ahead. I have a couple things to tend to.” His voice sounded distant, any previous good mood lost.

You rolled your eyes with a touch of exasperation. Lately, this was the version of Mattheo you always got: cold, distant, and bitterly brooding. “Fine,” you said sharply, words cutting more than you meant. “We’ll see you at Zabini’s party later, yeah?”

He raised his hand in a noncommittal wave, turning away to pace near the garden steps. You half-wanted to call him back, to tell him you needed him at the manor just as much as Theo, that you despised him for being so frigid but also respected his reasons for it. But your body ached, and your heart was too drained for another confrontation or his dejected attitude.

Theo gently guided you inside, toward the Floo station. You cradled your bruised hand, stepping into the emerald flames with your stepbrother by your side. Home. The concept twisted in your mind like a knife, the echo of your mother’s demise still haunting your chest.

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whispers-of-gallifrey · 1 year ago

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Cannot stop thinking about an au where Turnabout Trump doesn't happen/happens but Olga is convicted instead so Apollo is still working at the Gavin law offices for his first few cases. He meets Trucy at one of the crime scenes and she tags along on his investigations, but she doesn't tell him about her connection to Phoenix until after their first case together. Ema likes Apollo less at first bc she doesn't like the fop and you work for his brother, who she also hates bc he's very condescending when he cross examines her in court.

When you meet Klavier in the second case you can ask Kristoph about him and vice versa. They don't interact with each other but you get to learn some more things about the brothers, their opinions on each other and their backstory. You also find out that Klavier was the one who got Phoenix disbarred and Kristoph is apologetic about it, given that Phoenix is his "friend" (though they haven't interacted at all since phoenix was found not guilty).

At one point Trucy is visiting Apollo at the Gavin Law Offices when Kristoph returns and "politely" kicks her out. She then reveals to Apollo who the daddy she keeps talking about actually is. You get to meet Phoenix again in the next case and find out more about the incident 7 years ago.

Over the course of the game you/Apollo starts to grow more suspicious of Kristoph and his intentions, alongside a growing sense of horror that you got an innocent person convicted in your first case. It all comes to a head in Succession when Drew Misham finally uses the stamp, which turns up fixed to a letter in the Gavin Law Offices postbox that Apollo collects on his way in one morning. You hand it to Kristoph and he promptly disappears with it, feigning excuses. Phoenix uses this case to finally spring his trap and test the jurist system. Kristoph gets the double whammy of his brother and mentee turning on him at once and the murder of Shadi Enigmar is properly resolved. It's also revealed that Trucy started tagging along on Apollo's investigations to collect intel for Phoenix.

At the end of Succession, Apollo is offered a role at the newly-renamed Wright Anything Agency and there's a final rise from the ashes-style case that serves as Apollo's first proper case as an official WAA employee and helps tie up some loose threads/lets the characters deal with the fallout of Succession.

Idk I just think it'd be fun/satisfying to realise slowly that there's more to everything than meets the eye.

#yeah im using you/apollo interchangeably bc both are applicable #idk i just think itd be really fun #plus you'd get more history for the gavin brothers and who doesnt want that?#ace attorney #apollo justice #kristoph gavin #klavier gavin #trucy wright #phoenix wright #how did olga end up getting convicted in turnabout trump? who knows!#maybe phoenix chose not to forge evidence to implicate kristoph #maybe trucy wasnt able to deliver it #i feel like the second and third cases would still be Corner and Serenade but adapted #maybe switched round so serenade is first and corner is second #so you meet klavier after theres a murder at his concert and he returns to prosecution to find out which of his friends/colleagues #is the culprit #and then you meet phoenix in the third case after his incident with the car

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basically-neroland · 17 days ago

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for my first (non-intro) post, i'll put some of my fav headcanons i have for nero!!

technically bisexual but refuses to officially label it

he used to be homophobic bc of how religious fortuna is, even if he wasn't religious himself. this could be part of the reason he doesn't label his sexuality but it also might not be!! up to you :) he was very passively homophobic. he, for the most part, didn't give a shit who people dated. more on the homophobia thing in a different set of headcanons probably!!

has freckles from spring-fall that fully disappear during winter and he HATES them. he feels like people don't take him as seriously because he thinks they make him look childish +he was probably bullied for them. spring starts, he looks in the mirror and just lets out a fucking groan because the freckles are back 😭🙏🏼

he got the freckles from his bio mom, vergil and dante don't have them

fucking emo/punk rock/industrial music junkie omg. has headphones with him at all times

exhibits a lot of love languages, but most notably gift-giving and acts of service. his love language is rly flexible, he just wants to make you happy

he struggles with words though, so if your love language is words of affirmation, he does other things you like to try and make up for his lack of verbal affection skills

his love language receiving-wise is ultimately physical affection and words of affirmation (gets rly shy with the second one tho, doesn't really know how to accept compliments and stuff). tbh he just wants your attention

not huge on pda beyond handholding and an occasional kiss on the cheek or peck on the lips. he's more comfortable in private

PURRS. HE PURRS AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND. also the fucking cat activation noise if you wake him up. he's just a big cat actually

will 100% let you paint his nails and will paint yours too

LOVES when you wear his clothes, he thinks it's the cutest thing ever

likes playing video games!! idrk what games he'd like tho so send me your ideas :3

these aren't ALL the headcanons i have for him but they're some of my favs so i hope they're enjoyable 😭 i love nero so much

#basically-neroland #dmc nero x reader #nero sparda #nero sparda x reader #dmc nero #dmc4 nero #dmc5 nero #nero sparda headcanons #dmc #devil may cry #dmc x reader #dmc x you #nero x reader

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08-1fm · 21 days ago

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ೀ KPOP SHIFTING ASK GAME — fondant dr

i wanted to answer the entirety of @axylotls's ask game :P i already answered some here and here so i just copied and pasted them lol, i also skipped some that i didn't feel like answering >_<……

[👤] — let's start off simple: who are you? what's your stage name? are you in a group or are you a soloist? are you known worldwide or are you your fandom's little secret?

nixen ellis (three middle names: serafina roxanne lovette) :P my stage name is nixie, i pretty much only use this for my idol activities while i use my real name for my acting work and anything else. i'm in a four membered group! i'm not really known "worldwide" per say? fondant as a whole isn't necessarily mega-super-ultra-popular, if i had to compare, i'd say we're similar to stayc in terms of popularity.

[ 🫧 ] — if you're in a group, who are your members? what's your relationship with them? if you aren't in a group, who are your closest idol friends? how did you meet?

dorothy (leader, main rapper), yurina (main vocalist), and jiwon (lead rapper) ^_^ we're all very close (so much so that our fans were surprised that we were once very awkward around each other)

[📂] — what are some drastic measures you've had to take to avoid spreading rumours? does your company implement "weird" rules? are there any times you've had to stay professional when you were close to losing control?

hope for the best 🙏🏽💀💀 i'm not the best at knowing what will and won't cause rumors and i'm pretty unfiltered (but not uncouth!!) so.. if anyone has a problem with whatever i do i honestly probably won't even see it if it's just what random people are saying online (and not an actual Actual issue) bc i never look myself up online believe it or not

for the rules part: notttt necessarily? the thing about our company pulp culture is that our ceo is pretty laidback and lenient about pretty much everything. fondant had a bit of a struggle being formed since pulp had trouble finding trainees (i was literally officially added to the final lineup 2 months before we had to debut) so enforcing rules was kinda the least of their worries. also our ceo is 31 so since she's kinda close to us in age she just assumes we know what we should and shouldn't be doing anyways so 🤷🏽

and for the last part: no, and i hope it stays that way because i do nawt trust myself to keep my mouth shut

[🎧] — what are your favourite songs to perform? how about record? is there a song in your discography you absolutely loathe but the fans love?

THERE'S SO MANY……

perform: yogijogi, turnon, sugar rush, forgive me, jingle★bell★rock, supersonic, chaeri, passionfruit, viola, ttyl, drums of death, crazy, spring breakers, jet, time slip, and trampoline

record: forgive me, lucid dream, blur, supersonic, weakness, chaeri, drums of death, forever, tears, high horse, papillon

for the last question, i don't rlly have one! i like our discography :P

[📽️] — are there any embarrassing moments that live on the internet forever? what prompted it? has it become an inside joke among your fans and members?

i do nawt have any embarrassing moments i REFUSE!!!!!!! my one moment that could be counted as somewhat 'embarrassing' is that when we were promoting left right we were on a variety show and i had to do aegyo and i very much did not want to do it so i kept complaining and at one point i'm like "i'm turning 19 it's not even gonna be authentic anymore" (#NIXIELOGIC) and then jiwon, out of nowhere mind you, goes "nixie, aren't you an actor?" bc of my background in theatre predebut and that kinda gagged tf out of me!!! i had to just get my silly ass up and just do the damn aegyo bc at that point..

[🥣] — what are your most viral moments? what are things fans can expect and rely on you for? outstanding performances? always looking your best? witty commentary on a variety show? keeping it "real"?

anything from our livestreams tbh. also my tweets probably…

for the second part of the question: i'd say keeping it real! i don't like sugarcoating things when it involves me, my group, or my fans. if i think something just sucks i'm saying it

[⛓️] — how do you handle hate? whether that be from non-fans or jealous colleagues. do you fire back? do you write a diss track? or do you take the high road because you know you're above them?

i don't see it lol. i do not look myself up PERIOD bc having instant access to everything anyone is saying abt you is a nightmare scenario sawrry……

even if i do see hate, i just go on about my day tbh.. i know not everyone isn't going to like me, and i know there's a chance that nothing i do will do to change that, so i don't think it'd be healthy for me to stress out over shit like that lol

[🫐] — what is your representative animal? or perhaps it's a simple emoji? do you have a representative colour and/or symbol? what do these represent within your group and/or concept?

fondant has representative objects, mine are headphones :P there isn't an actual reason behind this (like lore reasons, for example) other than group identity and the objects themselves don't really have an actual meaning either

however, my unofficial representative animal is a rabbit 🐇🤓

[📞] — have you ever done something behind your company's back? they told you specifically not to do it, yet you did it anyway? were you caught? how did fans react?

no, i do not like being scolded 💔 if i was given an actual valid reason to go behind my company's back i would do it but i wouldn't just do it for the hell of it yknow 😭…

the only thing that could qualify as me going behind my company's back is spoilers. we're allowed to spoil some things for upcoming projects and whatnot but not too much, yknow? and i probably overdid that maybe once or twice. however our ceo spoils more than all of us combined so 💀!!!! i do not know why this woman has a twitter account (when she already has a BLOG) but someone needs to take it away from her NOW bc why on earth are you posting behind the scenes stuff for a comeback that wasn't going to be announced until three months later

[🖇️] — we all know k-pop is very well known for its ships and duos... are you involved in an iconic pairing? how did this start? is it a natural friendship [ perhaps more . . ] or a forced pr stunt?

me and my gf ningning 😁🤍… the reason why us as a pairing got somewhat popular in the first place is bc at an award show we did a special stage of espresso by sabrina carpenter together ^_^ and then after we got together (march of this year) we just wouldn't shut up about e/o 😭 we literally bring up each other at whenever we have a chance like even if the og convo had nothing to do with the other person… we haven't publicly revealed our relationship but we're not being Necessarily Secret About It either so. it's really just speculations rn and my fanbase doesn't really care like they're just like "good for them" and they just kinda move on

as for dynamics inside of fondant, my most popular pairing would probably be me and yurina (roommatez <3), it gained popularity bc whenever we both have literally nothing to do when fondant isn't promoting we just go live together :P

[📰] — is there anyone in the industry that you really can't stand? someone who gets on your nerves no matter what they do? what happened between you two? is there a happy ending in sight?

nah, i don't really have a ton of friends in the industry anyways so.. LMAO

#꩜ ・ fondant.#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting blog #desired reality #kpop shifting #kpop dr #black shifter

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splish--splash--avertedeyes · 1 month ago

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Ranchers comm

Finally got the other comm done! This one is for my partner, who is the only person I felt comfortable writing ranchers for lmao. I still don't know how to write these two so I can only hope it's at least somewhat in character.

They wanted soft ranchers sex so. Here they are. This is officially a part of the tiny apartment au, though it's not really ever mentioned lmao. Just some insider info, I guess.

Also, comms are open again! And will probably be open for longer bc I am in between projects at my job and therefore will not be getting paid for like a month. So. I'm gonna need to get some money somehow lmao

Anyway, here are the ranchers :3

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When Tango wakes, the first thing he’s aware of is Jimmy’s arms around him. His eyes open a crack. He can’t see him, not when Jimmy’s chest is pressed to Tango’s back as he holds him close, but he can at least look around. It’s just starting to get lighter, rays of sun beaming through the open window and landing on the floor. He’s warm, tucked into Jimmy’s embrace.

He’s content to go back to sleep. He shifts around a little, trying to get himself comfortable enough to do so, when he feels it. Something hard digging into his back.

He hums and finally turns around a little to get a proper look at his boyfriend. A glance down shows that, sure enough, Jimmy is hard, with his shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide it.

Well, he thinks. Jimmy deserves a little treat.

Tango’s careful as he pulls down Jimmy’s boxers, his cock springing up once it’s no longer confined by the fabric. He takes it into his hand at first, with a quick glance at Jimmy’s face. He’s still sleeping perfectly, so he doesn’t waste any time and takes it into his mouth.

He starts with just the tip, swirling his tongue around the top before slowly dipping a little further down. He sucks, hollowing his cheeks, and his eyes flicker up as he hears Jimmy give a soft groan. He doesn’t move his mouth, and a moment later he hears the soft and steady sounds of Jimmy sleeping.

Once he’s sure Jimmy’s not going to wake up, he takes him even further, until his nose is buried in the blond curls at the base of his dick. He swallows around him then pulls back and licks up a drip of pre-cum before it spills from the tip.

Tango presses a quick kiss to the top of his dick, mainly because he can, and then moves his mouth along the side to trail kisses there too. He licks it from the base to the tip, and wraps his mouth around it again.

He continues to suck him, and can tell when he’s getting close by the way he throbs in his mouth. He gets ready to make him come finally, but a shifting above him catches his attention. He looks up to see Jimmy starting to sit up, rubbing his eyes.

It’s only a moment later that Jimmy blinks down at him, Tango’s mouth still around his cock.

“Oh. Did I disturb you?” he asks with a slight smile.

Tango pulls off and pouts, though he can’t stop the way the corners of his lips want to turn up. “I’d wanted to wake you up with something nice!”

Jimmy laughs. “Waking up next to you each morning is already nice.”

Tango snorts, but he still shoots a grin Jimmy’s way. He glances down at his cock, still red with pre-cum leaking from the tip. “Soooo…want me to continue?”

“Um.” Jimmy blinks, and Tango watches as his face turns a delightful shade of red.

“If not, that’s fine -”

“No, no, I just - I do want you to, but…” He hides his face behind his hands. “Can you fuck me?” The words come out quickly, all in a rush.

Tango grins. He reaches over and pulls his hands away so he can see his face. “‘Course I can.” He leans forward and kisses his nose, which Jimmy wrinkles slightly but still lets out a laugh.

Tango ducks his head down and kisses Jimmy, who melts into the kiss. Tango deepens it immediately, pulling Jimmy closer as he licks into his mouth. Jimmy’s hands come up to run through Tango’s hair and he tugs at the strands a little. Tango groans into his mouth and bites his lip before pulling back, tugging on his bottom lip before letting go.

He looks at Jimmy, at his lidded eyes and parted lips that are shiny with spit. Oh, how he loves this man. Everytime he looks at him, he can’t believe he gets to have him. He’s looking forward to spending the rest of his life with him.

“I love you,” he murmurs, then dives back in before Jimmy can even respond. He makes a noise of surprise that’s quickly swallowed by Tango. Jimmy kisses him back before pulling away, panting against his lips.

“That’s not fair -” he starts, ready to complain, but Tango is kissing him again before he can get anything more out. He’d huff if he was able to, but instead settles for kissing him fiercely back. When Tango pulls away, he’s quick to speak before Tango kisses him again. “I love you too!”

Tango smiles, then kisses him again. A chaste one this time. Jimmy watches as he reaches into their drawer and his eyes widen as he pulls out a bottle of lube.

He hastens to get his boxers off, relaxing onto the bed as Tango flips the cap. He squeezes some onto his fingers then settles so he’s hovering over Jimmy, legs bracketed by Tango. His hand goes between Jimmy’s legs and he gently strokes his rim.

Stretching Jimmy is a practiced art, by this point. They’ve done this enough times, and Tango makes quick work of it. If he spends a little extra time pressing his fingers against Jimmy’s prostate, though, well…He loves the sounds his boyfriend makes, can anyone really blame him? He looks so pretty, dick still leaking pre-cum and face red and scrunched up from the pleasure.

He makes sure to stop before Jimmy can actually come, which gets him a frustrated groan. He chuckles and kisses him. Jimmy kisses him back, throwing his hands over his shoulders and pulling him close. Tango barely catches himself before he collapses entirely on Jimmy.

Jimmy, who grins up at him with that grin he loves. Jimmy, who lays under him, face and chest flushed as he looks up at Tango. Jimmy, who Tango is completely in love with. Jimmy, who loves Tango back.

He can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss him again. Jimmy hums into the kiss, his hands moving to cup Tango’s face. Tango relaxes into it, and the two share kisses for a few minutes before Tango finally pulls away.

He shoves his boxers off and gets some more lube, coating his dick with it. He positions himself, his cock pressing against Jimmy’s hole but not yet pushing in.

“Ready?” he asks, and Jimmy quickly nods. So he gently starts to push in. Jimmy groans as the head pops in, and Tango has to take a deep breath to stop himself from fully slamming in. He wants to go slow, wants to make sure Jimmy knows just how much he loves and appreciates him.

“I love you,” he says as he slowly pushes more and more in. Jimmy clenches around him, so hot and tight, and his head droops to rest on Jimmy’s shoulder as he shudders.

“Love you too,” Jimmy says, voice soft. He reaches over to grab one of Tango’s hands and squeezes it. Tango smiles and squeezes back.

When he bottoms out, Tango waits a moment to let Jimmy adjust. It isn’t long however before he’s squeezing his hand again, and Tango takes that as his cue to move.

He pulls out and quickly thrusts in again. Jimmy moans, head thrown back and his other hand moving to Tango’s head as he holds onto the back of it. Tango thrusts again, and then sets a steady pace. Each thrust rocks Jimmy’s body, and he lets the stream of moans and Tango’s name fall from his lips with each one.

With each word, Tango thinks he’s never heard anything more beautiful. He loves him so much. He doesn’t think he’ll ever say it enough.

Though he’s already said it twice that morning, he whispers it again against Jimmy’s shoulder. “I love you. So much.” He squeezes his hand again.

“I - ah! - I love you too, so much, Tango, please -”

He feels Jimmy try to squeeze his hand back and chuckles. He continues to fuck him, Jimmy moaning below him. He feels him clench around him and knows he’s close, so he moves away enough that he can get a hand in between them and jerks Jimmy off. It isn’t long before Jimmy comes, spilling over his hand. Tango thrusts a few more times before he’s coming too, spilling into Jimmy.

When he feels like he can move again, he carefully pulls out before collapsing onto the bed next to Jimmy. He hums and then holds him close, ignoring the stickiness he can feel on his hands. Jimmy grumbles, though.

“We should clean up.”

“But you’re so warm…”

Jimmy snorts. “We can cuddle after!”

Tango groans, but he gets up and goes to the bathroom, getting and wetting a washcloth before coming back and carefully cleaning Jimmy up, washing the cum as it leaks out of his hole. He throws the washcloth to the side when he’s done and lays back in the bed, wrapping his arms back around Jimmy. Jimmy hums, and turns so they’re facing each other and he can also wrap his arms around Tango.

Tango relaxes, content to be with him. They should get up, but neither of them had anything else to do, so Tango is perfectly happy to just lay in bed all day.

#r.nchers #j.mmy #t.ngo #writing #hermitnsfw #trafficnsfw #s.mno #tiny apartment au

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