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Bright Sun Chapter Two
5-8 x Reader
Summary
Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other.
Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death
Words : 3K
A/N: Heya sorry for the long wait, I've been pretty busy in December, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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CHAPTER TWO
You pressed your hands against your eyes, trying to take away the sleepiness from them. You had been sleeping so deeply it took you some time to truly come back to reality and take in the situation. You watched as Sawol slammed the door shut, quickly running to the front of the truck. You could barely see him through the violence of the storm, but the low beam helped cut his silhouette from the dark. You squinted your eyes, trying to see what had made him come to a stop, thatâs when you spotted the supposed dead body laying on the ground.
You felt your chest tighten with fear.Â
ââItâs a trap!ââ you screamed at Sawol even though he couldnât hear you.
The fear took your sleepiness away in an instant. You opened your glove box, grabbed your handgun as fast as you could and quickly threw yourself out of the truck without even taking the time to put on your mask. The panic rushing through your veins barely made you feel the heavy landing your ankles endured. The visibility was horrible, and you cursed yourself for forgetting to at least grab your goggles. The sand was violently slashing at your face, your eyes were burning, uncontrollable tears flying down your cheeks, but you kept running until you could reach Sawol. He had disappeared into the thickness of the storm.
A scream resonated not too far away, your grip on your gun tightened as you raised it in the direction of the noise. Worry was crushing your chest, you felt so close to throwing up. That scream sounded too much like Sawol. Taking a few careful steps towards the scream, you suddenly saw a few shadows appearing through the thickness of the storm. They seemed to be fighting and it seemed to be five against one, five hunters against your friend. Your running came to a sudden stop when you saw the lone shadow get hit and fall to the ground.Â
ââSAWOL!ââ you screamed, afraid of the worse.
The huntersâs shadow turned in your direction at your shout, but you were already raising your weapon and firing away at them, rage disrupting your usually soft traits. It didnât take you long to take care of the five shadows, watching them fall rapidly one after the other each time you shot. You had always been an incredible shot, that was your strength. Being a delivery woman, you knew you needed more than to know how to fight with your fist to survive. You were strong, yes, but there would always be a bigger enemy and thatâs why you trained more than anyone with every weapon available to you, and guns were your choice of preference, always.Â
After observing the lack of movements from the downed hunters, you rushed to Sawolâs immobile body.
You fell to your knees next to him and held his head, calling his name repeatedly. His lack of response was worrying, but after looking for a pulse, you felt your entire body relax with relief. He wasnât dead, only unconscious. You searched for his wounds, only to find the back of his head bleeding. If he hadn't been a mutant, you wouldâve been extremely scared, but having already survived being shot in the head, you felt safe to assume he would be more than fine.Â
Taking a deep breath, you grabbed a hold of him and tried to lift him. He was truly heavy and it took you a lot of effort to get yourself as straight as possible. You slowly carried him back to the truck, taking a painful amount of time, as you breathed heavily from the effort it was taking you. Inhaling an insane amount of dust by doing so.Â
Getting Sawolâs unconscious body back in the truck took you an awful amount of time. By the time you were done, you could barely breathe. You hadnât had any clean oxygen in too long, mixed in with the dust, you felt like your lungs were on fire. You werenât really aware of how you made it back to the hangar, feeling on the verge of passing out any seconds, you uncontrollable fits of cough probably being the only thing keeping you awake.Â
As soon as you stopped the truck, you kicked your door open, but couldnât control your loss of balance due to your weakness and crashed hard on the concrete floor. Your vision was blurry, you felt your name being screamed and strong arms wrapping themself around you. You grabbed onto their shirt, coughing loudly, managing to breath out Sawolâs name before passing out.
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5-8âs eyes widened as he caught your truck rushing through the hangar dangerously fast. You brusquely came to halt a few meters from where he had been supposedly cleaning his truck for the last hour, looking for an excuse to wait for your arrival with Sawol.Â
Curious of your panicked entrance, 5-8 felt his worry raise. He started walking in your truckâs direction, only to see you falling from your seat and hitting the floor heavily. Panicked, 5-8 ran to your side, yelling your name. He grabbed onto you, lifting your head to face his. The man felt his heart drop at the sight of your wounded face. Your eyes were bloodshot and quite literally crying tears of blood. Your whole face was full of open wounds from the sand slashing at your face, blood bleeding out of your nose as well as surrounding your mouth from all the heavy coughing you had gone through.Â
ââY/N⌠Y/N can you hear me?ââ
You didnât answer him immediately and tried, unsuccessfully, to focus your eyes on him.Â
ââSawol..ââ
5-8 had barely heard you by how hoarse your voice sounded, but still understood. He blinked in confusion, suddenly realizing he had forgotten about his young protege at your pitiful sight, he gave a quick glance around him, seeing a few delivery men rushing over.
ââKidâs still in the truck, take him to the infirmary.ââ he instructed them.Â
They nodded and rushed to Sawolâs side. 5-8 turned his attention back to you, feeling his heart drop when he realized you had fully closed your eyes and looked unconscious.Â
âY/N..? Y/N wake up!â
Tightening his hold around your shoulders, he placed his free arm under your legs and picked you up. 5-8 carefully made his way to the infirmary, keeping a strong hold on you. Your head was pressed against his chest, directly above his heart, making it resonate even louder inside of him.Â
A painful moan escaped your lips, you seemed to have gained consciousness again but hadnât opened your eyes yet. 5-8 was honestly wondering if the loud beating of his heart woke you up. He looked down at you, your face distorted by pain. 5-8 bit his lips and started walking a little faster than before.
ââLay her there.ââ 4-1 ordered him as he entered the small infirmary.Â
He slowly laid you down on a cold metallic table, making sure to carefully put your head down on it. 5-8 barely realized his hands lingering on you, until 4-1 pushed him aside, resulting in a strange coldness on his fingers, already missing the warmth of your touch. He stumbled backwards, anxious by his own inability to be of any help in your recovery. He stared silently at you while 4-1 slid an oxygen mask on your face. A sudden coughing fit took you, making you sit up. 5-8 took a few shy steps towards you, wanting to help, but 4-1 just pushed him out of the room.Â
ââYour staring is annoying and you're in the way, make yourself busy elsewhere. ââ she said harshly but with a glint of warmth in your eyes. ââSheâll be fine.ââ
She slammed the door right in front of him, leaving 5-8 feeling extremely confused. He blinked a few times, trying to get his thoughts back in order, and slowly walked back to your truck. The only thing he seemed to be able to do to help in the moment was taking care of your truck. He climbed in and moved it into your designated parking lot.Â
Even after being done, 5-8 couldn't seem to be able to remove his hands from the steering wheel. He was gripping it tightly, looking straight into the void in front of him, completely lost in his thoughts.Â
What had just happened?Â
He gripped his shirt, feeling his blood pumping strongly.Â
What were those feelings? 5-8 had always been so calm, had always managed to keep a stable grip on his emotions, keeping him in constant control of his actions. But when he saw you falling off your truck, your face crimson red from all the blood, he just lost it. He didnât even think of Sawol until you called his name and felt ashamed at the realization.Â
There was one thing 5-8 truly hated, and it was to lose his ability to control himself, unconsciously, he had always been aware of your ability to make him lose his calm, and he hated it. This was the main reason why he found you so annoying, why he never wanted to talk or even think about you. This was the foundation of his hatred for you. But he would never admit it, nor what those kinds of feelings might actually mean. 5-8 closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He chased away his thoughts, not enjoying the rush of uncontrollable feelings it brought him and, and regained his usual emotionless state of mind.Â
As he opened the door, ready to jump down the truck, his eyes caught on your notes, safely tucked in the doorâs net holder.Â
Without thinking, 5-8 reached for it, not able to resist the temptation. He opened it carefully, as if it was a precious relic and observed every page, one after the other, without being able to stop himself even though guilt logged itself in his stomach. His curiosity was way stronger. He had dreamed of laying eyes on those notes ever since Sawol had told him about your research.Â
5-8 couldnât believe it, he honestly didnât know what to think of it. Not really knowing what to do, he closed your notes, putting them back to where they belong. Still in shock, he mindlessly walked back to the infirmary.
His fingers slid across the pages full of charcoal. He liked the feeling, it was rougher than the pages of the books he had scavenged over the years, the paper of your notes were thicker, they felt nice under his touch. He truly understood why you cared so much about this book, yes it was your notes, it was months of your for you, but the book in itself was an antiquity, a precious treasure of forgotten times. Everything was screens now, they didnât produce paper anymore, and when your pages would be filled, youâd have to look for a new one yourself.
5-8 didnât know how long he stared at it, flipping through each page one by one. He read every note you wrote, admiring how detailed you were, calculating the percentage of pollution and warmth produced by the sun. He found himself enjoying the small doodles you had made all around. At first they were mostly your equipment and probably the landscape around the rooftop you went to. But then he saw some portraits here and there, mostly you Sawol, which made him smile. Sawol smiling brightly or sleeping on the ground. There were some other delivery men as well as sketches of trucks and some decent looking places in the hangar. When he reached an empty page, 5-8 unconsciously flipped through the rest of the book, making sure he didnât miss anything else. He stopped himself near the end of your notes seeing a few pages darkened by the brush of your pencil.
He felt his heart skip a beat as he opened the first page filled with drawings hiding at the end of your book. They were all drawings of him, pages filled with frozen moments of his life. He admired himself, painted with a smile on his face, saw himself boxing with a punching bag, cleaning his truck, giving instructions during some of their secret meetings. Many of the drawings were just of his face in many expressions. 5-8 felt warm, incredibly warm. He had difficulty breathing and tried unzipping the top of his vest, barely succeeding from how much his hands were shaking. He had completely forgotten about any precious thoughts of changing the weird feelings he felt towards you into hatred and annoyance. All he could think about right now was his heart beating so loudly he thought it might explode, and the fact that you had been watching him, drawing him.Â
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Painkillers numbed every part in your body, you didnât feel much of anything anymore, except for the burning of your eyes and your throat. 4-1 had left some time ago, saying you were fine, but that the sand had irritated your mouth, nose and eyes until they bled, and that your lack of clean oxygen was probably what had made you pass out in the end. There wasnât much else she could do to help you, only time could heal your wounds now. You had been relieved when she told you Sawol was fine, that he had only passed out from the hit he had received behind the head, but that heâd probably wake up soon. She then had left you alone in the room with his sleeping body.Â
You climbed down the table slowly, your head throbbing from pain, and made your way next to Sawol, grabbing a chair and placing it next to his bed. You sat there a while, holding his hand and waiting.Â
The infirmary door suddenly opened behind you, making you jump in surprise. Hand pressed against your chest, you took a deep breath when you saw 5-8 standing in the doorway. He had scared the hell out of you. He raised an eyebrow at you, in a quiet request to come in. You nodded in response, not really surprised that 5-8 had come back, he was probably worried about Sawol.Â
But you didnât feel ready to face the man, not when the memory of his strong arms holding and carefully bringing you to the infirmary filled your mind. After seeing him again, your thoughts were uncontrollably filled with him, you remembered his warmth and the feeling of his heart beating against your head.
The more you thought about it, and the more what 4-1 had told you sounded wrong. You hadnât passed out from the lack of clean oxygen, you had passed from being in 5-8âs arms. Feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks, you turned your attention back to the sleeping beauty next to you, hiding your flustered expression to the man entering the room.
You watched from the corner of your sight as 5-8 walked around Sawolâs table until he stopped near his head. You watched silently as he delicately placed his hand at the top of Sawolâs head and gently caressed his hair.Â
âHow is he?âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing his deep voice. You lifted your eyes to meet him, but when you opened your mouth to answer him, no sound came out of it, only a hoarse attempt to work ââFineââ. You coughed loudly, and 5-8 quickly interrupted you before you could try again.
âRest your voice, itâs fine.ââ he reassured you. ââItâs probably gonna take a lot more than whatever happened to kill this kid.ââ
You felt a chuckle attempting to escape your lips, only to come out as another set of coughs. You groaned, face twisted with pain.Â
 5-8 brows furrowed as he looked at you, an unusual warmth in his eyes.Â
ââSorryâŚââ he smiled softly.Â
Your eyes widened at the sight, was he smiling⌠at you?
Feeling your heart beating furiously, you didnât know what to do nor where to look to try and hide your reddening face. You didnât know how to deal with this, was he kind to you only because of your state at the moment? This was unusual. You know how to deal with his annoying remarks, you were good at feeling annoyed at him as soon as he addressed you. You were also extremely good at observing him from afar, since the man was annoyingly handsome and quite satisfying to draw. But the moments of calm and joy you observed from him were usually not directed towards you and you didnât have to deal with that heartstopper of a smile, not like you did at the moment. And you couldnât help but love the way he softly smiled at you, eyes sparkling with something you couldnât identify. And you couldnât help yourself but hope heâd smile at you again and again and againâŚ
You shook your head, trying desperately to chase away the flush of your cheeks and come back to reality. 5-8 was looking at Sawol, he seemed lost in thoughts as well. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the pain of doing so.Â
ââI⌠Iâm sorry.ââ
You knew those words were yours, but they were said in a voice far from yours, it was strange hearing yourself talk like this, and it definitely did not feel good. 5-8 looked at you confused, the expression on his face clearly asking you for more details.
ââI-itâs my fau-fault he got hurt. I sh-shouldâve be-ââ
ââStop itâŚââ he interrupted you more harshly than he wouldâve wanted. ââYou need to rest your throat.ââ
You frowned, wanting to explain yourself, but he continued, surprising you with the softness of his words.
ââPlus, Sawol is a grown man and a certified Delivery man, heâs more than able to defend himself. It couldâve happen to anyone.ââ
5-8 stood up before you could even try to add anything else. He silently walked to the door, your eyes following him with every step. He opened the door, ready to leave, but stopped himself in his tracks and locked back at you from above his shoulder.
ââTake some few days off, you need some rest.ââÂ
You felt your heart burst into your chest as you watched him rapidly exit the room. you could swear you had seen some colors on his face.
A/N : I really enjoyed writing this chapter, some feelings are starting to show up! Hoping to see you for the next one. Much love!
#fanfic#5-8 x reader#kim woo bin black knight#black knight 5 8#black knight fanfic#black knight#Reader#Black Knight Show#kim woo bin 5 8#kim woo bin fanfic#kim woobin#4-1#5-8#Black Knight 5-8 x Reader#5 8 x y/n#5-8 x you
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A New Dawn (Begins With Us)
Fandom/Pairing: Black Knight - 5-8/Yoon Sa Wol
Length: 10 chapters (~90 000 words)
Rating/Warnings: M / Canon-Typical Violence, Injuries, Grief, PTSD, Angst
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Pining, Slow Burn, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Healing, Idiots In Love, Happy Ending, Sexual Content
Summary: Even as the world begins to recover â a new, equal society slowly taking shape â not everyone is able to look to the future. Is there even a future for someone whose purpose is so tied to the past? Whose only goal has finally been achieved? Whose very existence is now obsolete?
What happens to the freedom fighter after the battle is won?
5-8 doesn't have the answers, and nor does he know where to find them. He doesn't even know if he should try. Perhaps some things are just better left in the past â including himself.
Sa Wol doesn't have the answers, either, but at least he's willing to start searching for them.
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#Black Knight#5-8#Yoon Sa Wol#5-8/Yoon Sa Wol#Black Knight Fanfic#A New Dawn#A New Dawn (Begins With Us)#My Fanfics#Amethystina Writes#So yeah#I haven't finished writing this yet#I'm halfway through chapter 4#But I decided to start posting it anyway#Since the fandom is so small#And it might be nice to know this is actually in the works#Honestly#This is just a cute and fluffy refuge for me#Amids all the other painful or weird shit I'm writing x'D#Do come along if you feel like it
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behold baby galahad!
#this one fanfic got me thinking#he's a proud dad#whether bio or adopted is up to u but i love this hc#ik in og lore thats his son so.. i am applying it...#satbk#sonic and the black knight#shadow the hedgehog#silver the hedgehog#sir lancelot! shadow#sir galahad! silver#sir lancelot#sir galahad#thel0llip0p art
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Masterlist
Hello! Welcome to the Masterlist!
My name doesnât matter. Insatiable Slytherin gal. Pisces ENFJ. Morally ambiguous characters are â¨
I am now taking requests. I write for Slytherin boys mainly but I can also write for Bridgerton and Gilmore Girls.
One shots are at the bottom
First are posts related to my three part Tom Riddle Fanfiction. All three parts are on my Wattpad
* indicates smut
^ indicates romance
+ indicates dark themes/angst
Lenora was cold, smart and cunning. Until. Until that night. Two mudbloods stole something from her, a piece of her she couldn't get back. She finds solace and healing in the unlikely ally of her longtime acquaintance Tom Riddle.
Wattpad Link
Chapter 9 Excerpt: Insolence +
Chapter 12 excerpt: Moment in the Library ^
Chapter 16 excerpt: Apparating ^
Chapter 20: Pleasure *^
Chapter 23 Excerpt: Malfoy Ball ^
Chapter 28 Excerpt: Good Girl ^ (*in the Wattpad chapter)
Chapters 33&34: Revenge and Satisfaction *^+
Chapter 35: Aftermath ^*
Chapter 36: Make Me Forget *
Chapter 38: Punish Me *+
Book 2 Lenoraâs Love:
Lenora was Tom Riddles everything. Until he had to Obliviate her memory. Now they are brought together for the summer, as he continues to build his dark legacy the death eaters. Their love is inevitable; even with Cygnus Black trying to intervene. Will the truth out?
This book whole chapters cross posted to Tumblr but if you want to read on Wattpad
Part 1 Summary / Say Yes to Heaven ^
Lenora arrives at the Malfoy Lakehouse and leaves Tom breathless
The Rose Garden ^
Tom watches Lenora from afar much to the chagrin of Abraxas
Why Not Tom Riddle
Lenora wonders about the change in Tom Riddle not realizing she was obliviated
Hard to Resist^
Cygnus grows closer to Lenora
Firestarter +
Lenora accidentally reminds everyone just how powerful she is
Worth It +
Tom and Cygnus duel, Abraxas confronts Lenora
Flawless ^
Tom continues to confuse Lenora, Delia appears for the first time since the Malfoy Christmas Ball
Strumpets *^
Lenora catches Tom doing something unsavory, she pushes to be a deatheater
Overprotective
Lenora tries her best to be respectful and discovers something useful
Lust Potion *^
Delia gets revenge on Lenora, Tom tries his best to resist Lenora
Despair +
After being humiliated by Delia, Lenora wants to prove herself as a deatheater no matter the cost
I Love You ^+
Tom nearly loses Lenora for good.
Pain is a Price +
The long term repercussions of Lenoraâs potion are discovered
High and Mighty
Tom proves his leadership while being absolutely faded.
Flowers for a Lady ^
Lenora is made a deatheater but isnât sure what to make of this new side of Tom.
Dowries and Dark Marks +^
Tom tries to figure out how to get Cygnus Black out of his hair as they both chase after Lenora
Pillow Fight +^
Cygnus Black wishes Lenora goodbye, making her lash out at Tom Riddle
Tawdry ^
Lenora forgives Tom and then is forced to play the temptress
Make Me ^
Tension finally comes to a head between Tom and Lenora at the lake
Cozy^
They simply canât stay away from eachother.
Crash Into Me^
Tom and Lenora continue to push and pull, Abraxas catches them
Tom Riddle the Romantic ^
Tom Riddle goes way out of comfort zone
A Proper Date ^
Tom and Lenora finally have a real date
Anchored*
Lenora wants more from Tom than his horcrux
How it Always Should Have Been*^
Tom and Lenora make love
Time Doesnât Bow^
A snapshot into 6 months of bliss as Tom and Lenora stay together
Lying *
Cygnus Black returns, Lenora catches Tom in a lie
Disillusionment +
Lenora learns the truth of everything that happened before Tom obliviated her
I Lost You+
Tomâs proposal goes awry, Lenora gets revenge
I Hate You+
Lenora broke Tomâs heart but he gets the last word.
One shots
Tom Riddle
Hot Mess Part 1
Hot Mess Part 2 *
Infatuated
Careful What You Wish For *
Mattheo Riddle
Careful What You Wish For *
Theo Nott
Some Plumber ^*
Lorenzo Berkshire
Finally Requited pt 1
Slytherin Boys React
Perfume Preferences
How they would Overstimulate You*
Edging Orgasm Denial *
You took Lust Potion *
Romantic Moments ^
Free Use *
Dance with Me ^
#dark aesthetic#friends to lovers#hp fanfic#slytherin#slytherin boys#tom riddle#toxic love#dark academia#hp fandom#knights of walpurgis#tomriddlelovestory#tom riddle x reader#tom riddle x oc#tom riddle love story#tom riddle smut#tom riddle fanfiction#harry potter fanfiction#rosier family#malfoy#theodore nott#slytherinboys#slytherin fanfiction#slytherin pride#lord voldemort#voldemort#lord voldemord#death eaters#slow burn#summer love#cygnus black
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After his adventure in Camelot is over, Sonic, now King Arthur, realises he can't leave. Desperate to return to his home world, he embarks on a journey. He doesn't account for this journey bringing him closer to his knights, as well as meeting people he never thought he'd have the chance to. As Sonic deals with friendship, magic, love, and the pressure of authority; the most pressing question of all is; which world does he choose?
A sequel to Sonic and the Black Knight.
Thank you to my wonderful artists @sparksketching, @starprincejelly and @thelastmelinian, and also to my beta reader @lumivall! Also, to @silvers-starrway, who I commissioned to make lovely art of the characters ^^ It's been an honour working with you all, and a huge pleasure to be part of @sthbigbang
sparksketching's art
starprincejelly's art
thelastmelinian's art
silvers-starrway's art
#sonic big bang 2024#sth#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fandom#my writing#fandom event#sonic fanfic#satbk#lansoni#sonic and the black knight
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so excited to finally share my piece for @sthbigbang - and on sonicâs birthday too! my contribution is a piece for @phoenixesse âs story - âThrough the Eyes of Someone I Recognizeâ. thereâs truly so many amazing moments that i could have drawn for, and i hope you see what i mean when you read through! đ
but!! i was not alone in making art for phoenixesse; here are my fellow artists! @pand1on, and @transzsonix ! their pieces came out so wonderful and iâm so glad i got to work with them â¨
and a big thank you to the mods of the bang btw!! this event was amazing and i loved being able to connect with so many sonic fans in a way i never have before! hereâs hoping for next year :33
#oliver.txt#my art#digital#procreate#fan art#sonic big bang 2024#sonic the hedgehog#sonic and the black knight#satbk#sonic#tails the fox#miles tails prower#tails#lancelot#fanfic
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one tomarry trope i like more than harry travelling back in time is when tom travels forward in time. preferably with several of his schoolmates like walburga, abraxas, orion, alphard, lestrange.. etc. oh, the drama hits. like can you imagine walburga travelling forward in time and meeting sirius, whos stuck in grimmauld after being wrongfully convicted as a war criminal? ugh, perfect.
abraxas sneering at draco, orion and wally fighting so much sirius is so done with their bullshit. alphard just.. being there.
walburga coming across her own portrait in grimmauld đ naturally, chaos ensues. walburga screaming at sirius and the portrait of future her joins in as well
tom seeing voldemort, but instead of being disgusted like the usual trope, heâs in awe, he loves his new visage, slits for nostrils and all (he just wishes future him has a bit more sanity)
harry losing his temper, and being like, âi hate you. you killed my parents!â and tomâs in the room, surrounded by his schoolmates whom he finds out he had killed in the future: âi ended up killing almost everyone in this room, your parents arenât specialâ
tom easily dominating and entirely sweeping the floor with harry in a duel. best trope.
dumbledore now having to deal with not one but TWO tom riddles.. UGH so good. tom getting annoyed at harry and strangling him with his bare hands. and harryâs like: âvoldemort almost choked me to death. you know how it isâ when asked.
walburga disgusted at tom for killing off her future son and the major fight that ensues. hermione trying to see how smart tom really is, and being completely stumped, because in addition to all the knowledge she has, he is extremely competent at dark and blood magic, which she isnât.
tom now wielding immunity in the form of voldemortâs protection and trying to kill walburga when she calls him mudblood. tom telling abraxas lucius is hotter than him.
tom and voldemort having a mental link so that voldemortâs memories come trickling into tomâs brain, until he just decides to do a ritual so that voldemort gets his sanity and human body back.
voldemort killing dumbledore eventually
walburga and orion having another son in the future and naming him regulus (sirius is Tired)
This is where the dramaâs at, honestly
#voldemort#harry potter#tomarry#harrymort#tomarrymort#knights of walpurgis#walburga black#abraxas malfoy#orion black#harry james potter#time travel au#hp fanfic#tmrhp#lord voldemort
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No minors.
(Black fem reader) this is very self indulgent
Men who fall asleep with their dick in you. Your Walls so soft, clinging to them. one too many rounds leave them pussy drunk, only thinking how good you feel, still twitching around them after multiple orgasm. They could pull out now but good you're just so warm, its crazy how well they fit in you. Your weak slaps do nothing to move him once he's dropped on you, only the gentle rubbing at your hips, letting you know he's still with you
Sanji,zoro (one piece) Miguel (atsv) Steven grant (moon knight) ghost, kĂśnig gromsko (cod)( anyone else who you might think let me know)
#one piece x reader#sanji x reader#sanji x black reader#zoro x reader#zoro x black reader#ghost x reader#ghost x black reader#kĂśnig x black reader#kĂśnig x reader#steven grant x reader#steven grant x black reader#moon knight x reader#cod fanfic#cod x reader#x black reader#miguel o'hara x black reader#miguel x reader#miguel x black reader#anime x reader#gromsko x reader#gromsko
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Sonic art month - Day #29 Based off of a Fanfic
my hands hurt... worth it
#sonic#sth#sonic fanart#sonic the hedgehog#sonic art#amy rose#amy the hedgehog#amy rose fanart#nimue#satbk#sonic and the black knight#fanfic#sonic art month#art month challenge#digital art#artists on tumblr#art#fanfiction
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Bright Sun Chapter One
5-8 x Reader
Summary Sawol is tired of seeing the two of you fight over everything and hate each other, but for better or for worst, a traumatic event might be what was needed to bring 5-8 and you closer to each other. Warnings : Slow burn, Ansgt, Hurt, Possible death Words : 4K Notes :
A/N: Haven't wrote anything in a while, but after watching Black Knight (Because Woo Bin is my god ever since School 2013) and absolutely falling with his character, I looked for fanfics and was disappointed by the small amount. So here I am trying to help some other lost souls like me. I really hope you enjoy! - - - - - CHAPTER ONE
The sky was getting clearer by the day, the sun beaming through fewer and fewer clouds as time passed. Sawol opened his window, pulling his arms on the edge to press his face against the grid and take his head out in the wind. He had started doing this every time 5-8 would light himself a cigarette, not really enjoying the smell of it, but truly loving the feeling of the caress of the wind on his face.
Even after they had stopped Cheonmyeong trucks from polluting the air, you still couldn't survive outside for more than twenty minutes without a mask. It was no surprise, it would probably take decades for them to be able to roam the earth free of a mask, if ever. But twenty minutes was no small feat compared to the eight minutes it used to be.
Sawol took a deep breath, even polluted, the fresh air tasted much better than the filtered one he was used to.
âIt smells so good.â He whispered, taking in another full breath.
âSmells the same as always, polluted.â
Sawol turned to face the stoic man beside him, no expression showing on his face as he took one last inhale of his cigarette before exhaling and throwing it out of the truck's window. He then pressed on the switch, closing the windows with no pity for Sawol's arms that got pulled up with them.
He quickly regained his posture in his seat and faced his driver.
âHave you no joy in life except cigarettes?ââ Sawol asked, honestly curious.
5-8 gave him an empty glance before turning his attention back on the road. Knowing he wouldn't get any response, Sawol continued.
ââWhy can't you even enjoy the freshness of the air? You gave that to us!ââ
5-8's mouth twitched with annoyance.
âI didn't give anything to anyone, I only took down the worm that was eating us alive.â He grunted in reference to Cheonmyeong.
âFine.â Sawol pouted.
He folded his arms on his chest, his attention turned back to the road. It was quiet today like it had been for the past couple of days that he had gone on deliveries with 5-8. It had barely been a week since the event of Cheonmyeong's takedown and Sawol was still healing from the wounds he had gotten in the tournaments finals and the drugs that were administered to him. Well, that's the excuse he gave to everyone at the moment, not that it was a lie, his head was still killing him and he would feel some dizziness take over him from time to time, but in all honesty, he didn't feel quite ready to be on the road alone. He was scared to mess up and disappoint 5-8 on his first day.
Sawol shook his head to chase those thoughts away, he already had a solution, no time to dwell on that now.
âThe sun..â
Sawol turned a confused look toward his friend, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain. 5-8 gave him a side eye and let out a long sigh.
âWhat brings me joy.ââ He continued in a low tone. ââ I like seeing the sun more and more every day.â
âOh,â Sawol breathed out, remembering the question he had asked a few moments ago. A large grin grew across his face.
âWhat? You think it's more stupid than smelling the air like an idiot?â 5-8 teased him. ââAt least I'm looking at something visible.â
Sawol took offense but didn't let his grin die. He turned in his seat to face the older man, who watched him from the corner of his vision, eyebrows raised in a quiet question as to why the younger one was smiling.
ââY/N and you are so much more alike than you think.ââ
5-8 rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed upon hearing this, he let out an incomprehensible mumble, the grip on his steering wheel tightening. Sawol laughed at the sight of such visible emotion from the usual oh-so-unnothered legend.
ââI canât be as annoying as 6-2, that's for sure.ââ
ââI donât care what you think or whatever quarrel there is between you too, itâs still true. You two are the same.ââ
5-8 gave him a tired look and went back to concentrate on the road. Sawol was annoyed, his grin long gone. He lifted his legs, and feet on the seat and hugged his knees, resting his chin on them as he quietly watched the view from his window. Turned his back on 5-8, giving him the silent treatment. He hated the constant bickering going on between those two. Right after 5-8, Y/N was his closest friend. She was always there the whole time of his training when he was preparing to compete in the delivery man recruitment tournaments. She gave him amazing advice, trained him to fight, to drive better, and even helped him learn a few manners, not that he really listened during those sessions but still! She took care of him, brought him food when he forgot to eat by training for too long, she even took him to her place a few times so they could hang out, but mostly so she could be sure he rested well enough for him to heal and be ready for the next day. She took care of him like a big sister while his wasnât available, and he loved her like family. Sawol let out a sad sigh, what in the world did he do to deserve that his two favorite people have a pure hatred towards each other? He never knew where those mutual feelings came from, not that he didnât ask, that he did and many times. But he had never gotten a different answer then;
ââSheâs annoyingââ ââHeâs annoying.ââ
Their similarity used to make Sawol laugh about the situation, he remembered telling them that hating the other was pretty much like hating themself, but he only had reserved cold glances in return. Now, Sawol was just annoyed by it, desperate that their relationship would change for them to at least bear each other, enough that he could talk about the other without being ignored or interrupted by an insult.
The mutant closed his eyes, his head was starting to hurt.
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5-8 sent him a few glances, feeling slightly bad to make the younger one upset. He knew 6-2 was a sensitive subject with Sawol, he adored her so much. 5-8 used to wonder why, being such an annoying person as she was, but after hearing so many things she did for the youngster, he did at least understand and respect that fact. But it wouldnât change the pure annoyance he felt towards her. 5-8 wasnât used to feelings much, to him, his feelings were more of an observation than an experience. He did feel happiness, but he wouldnât really laugh. He did feel sadness, but he wouldnât cry. He never really felt deeply, with the exception of his hatred for Cheonmyeong⌠and his annoyance for 6-2. This woman could make him boil with anger sometimes, everything related to her, he would feel it times 10, and he hated it.
5-8 let out a sigh, he untightened his grip on the steering wheel and looked at Sawol. Sawol made him feel too, like the younger brother 5-8 never had. He cared deeply for him, more than he would admit, and he hated to see him upset, especially when it was against him.
ââWhy?ââ 5-8 resigned and asked. The youngest didnât even open his eyes as he asked;
ââWhy what?ââ
ââWhy do you think weâre so alike?ââ 5-8 gritted his teeth. ââMe and the annoying one.ââ
Sawol jumped on his seat, eyes widened in surprise. He couldnât believe what he had just been asked.
ââW-what did you?ââ
5-8 was starting to get annoyed, he didnât even want to talk about it. He just felt bad for the kid and he was tired of the silence, he was used to no silence at all when Sawol was around, and he liked it this way. The man let out a grunt, looking back at the road.
Probably scared that this chance would never come again, Sawol decided to answer without forcing the grumpy man to repeat himself. He sat back comfortably in his seat, a soft smile stretching his lips.
ââItâs what you said about the sun.ââ
5-8 blinked in confusion, he glanced at Sawol as if pressing him to continue. He couldnât help but be curious, no one really seemed to care about the sun except for him.
ââY/N, I mean 6-2 to you,ââ He let out a small chuckle before continuing. ââShe showed me her tools and her notes, youâd love it, you know? She goes to one of the tall buildings in the old city. The same roof at the same time every day. When the sun is at its zenith, she said thatâs when you can enjoy its warmth the most. She takes notes about it, some kind of research she told me. She notes the warmth and the brightness of the sun, and its color too. She notes the amount of clouds in the sky and the purity of the air. She showed me some of her tools, but it was honestly too complicated for me. I saw some drawings in her notes too, sheâs really good⌠Anyways, you guys both love the sun. Thatâs what I meant.ââ
5-8 didnât really know what to think, he would love to see your notes and the tools you used, but he would never admit it to anyone, especially not to you or that traitor Sawol, who he knew would rat him out.
He was honestly surprised to learn you had such an interest in the evolution of the clarity of the sky as he did. He always thought he was the only one obsessed with seeing how bright the star could be without being filtered by the clouds and the heaviness of the air. He wished he could come to feel the warmth of the sun with you... 5-8 ignored the excitement that took his heart, curious about something else.
ââHow does she manage to make her delivery on time?ââ
âAh..ââ Sawol let out, itching the back of his head from embarrassment. ââShe doesnât really take any break.. and often works overtime.ââ
5-8 raised an eyebrow at the confession, no breaks meant no lunch, and overtime meant less rest. Both of which meant a dangerous accumulation of fatigue that could prove mortal if she was ever attacked. Hunters were still pretty active in the area, and even though things were getting better, some of them just loved the thrill of the hunt and the killings... If you kept going like this, something bad was bound to happen.
ââDonât encourage her.ââ He heard himself say. ââLate deliveries give us a bad reputation.ââ
That was half true and 5-8 knew it, yes he didnât approve of late deliveries, but in all honesty, he felt a little worried. He might find you incredibly annoying, but you were still a fellow delivery man, and Sawol truly cared about you. 5-8 did not want anything bad to happen. Sawol snorted at the comment.ââ
ââPfff, Mr.Perfect. Youâre the only one that's never late. ââ
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You let out a grunt, lifting your head slowly. You felt your forehead with the tip of your fingers, feeling the crease the steering wheel had left on your skin. You dozed off again⌠It wasnât the first time, and you were quite unhappy with your sleeping self to find the hard steering wheel so comfortable since it left you with a quite visible mark that took hours to disappear completely.
A throbbing headache attacked you as you opened your eyes, the light of the hangar too powerful for your exhausted self. After a tired sigh, you grabbed your cap and pushed it as low as possible. Today had been pretty rushing and you felt on the brink of collapsing. You unlocked your door and kicked it open, grabbing your notes at the same time. You climbed down off your truck carefully, contrary to your usual jumping to the ground. You barely had time to slam the door shut when you heard your name being screamed from behind. You quickly turned, just in time for Sawol to jump in your arms. Thankfully, your truck was there to catch you when you fell backward, having received a running mutant straight to the chest.
A painful complaint escaped your lips, the hard metal hadnât been gentle with your back. Sawol quickly took a step back, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a worried look.
ââAre you alright?ââ he asked, his face twisted with guilt. ââIâm so sorry I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.
You gave him a comforting smile as you gained back your balance.
ââDonât worry about it kid,ââ you said, shuffling his hair to tease him. ââYouâre just heavier than it looks!ââ
Sawol laughed, taking a few steps back to let you breathe a little. You watched him as he tried fixing his hair, he was smiling, but his eyes still seemed worried. You knew it was probably more about how tired you looked than from the hit you took. You felt a tightness in your chest, not liking that look on his face. You took all the energy you had left to jump back on him, locking your arm around his neck and messing his hair even more with your free hand.
ââRevenge!ââ
ââYah! Let me go!ââ
Sawol fought you back but weakened by your laughter and your exhaustion, it didnât take him long to free himself. With a fake angry look on his face, Sawol tried fixing his hair once again. You let your arm rest on his shoulder, heavier than you wouldâve wanted, but the young man didnât complain, and gladly let you subtly use him as support without having to ask. When he gave up on his messy hair, he smiled at you fondly.
ââDonât work tomorrow.ââ he whispered to you.
You hummed, not sure if you agreed or not.
ââIâll be fine.ââ
Sawol let out an exasperated sigh, it made you feel more guilty than you thought.
ââIf you come with me..ââ you quickly added.
Sawolâs eye widened and he gave you the brightest of smiles.
ââOf course!ââ he shouted happily.
A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at the young man. You tried your best to observe his beautiful features glowing with happiness, it would make a nice drawing for later.
At the thought of it, your smile dropped. Anxious, you patted your pockets and looked around on the grounds, searching for your notes. When you finally spotted them a few feet away, you felt your heart stop as a hand was already reaching for them. you took a step in their direction but quickly stopped when you lifted your eyes only to be met by the dead look on 5-8âs face.
ââYou dropped this.ââ he simply said, handing you back your notes.
Your hand reached out to it, and you took hold of your notes, brushing your fingers with his by accident. You quickly retracted your hand, pressing the notes against your racing heart. You never liked it when someone touched your notes, except for Sawol which you cared for like a little brother. But the discovery of the notes and research you were doing wouldâve been enough of a reason to get you killed when Cheonmyeong was still in power, making you used to keep them hidden. The bastards might not be in power anymore but you had kept the habit of keeping your research to yourself. The fact that you had some random sketches mixed with them also played into this, some of them private enough that you tried to keep them hidden even from Sawol⌠And even more to one of the most annoying men on earth, you wanted to keep them away, especially from him.
Still feeling the warmth of his skin on the tip of your fingers, you quietly thanked him. you tried not to think of the abnormal beating of your heart, concentrating on the fact that you now needed to wash your hands from having touched his annoying self.
5-8 eyes lingered on your small figure, his face void of expression. You suddenly felt quite self-conscious, you cared more than youâd like to admit what the man might think of you, and you knew right now you were barely holding it together.
ââYou look like shit.ââ
His deep voice surprised you, and your eyes widened feeling pretty hurt by his comment. You wish you had something clever to bask at him in return, but your usual witty self seemed absent, asleep deeply inside out. Thankfully, Sawol ran to your rescue.
ââEven on her worst day Y/N will always look better than you!ââ
5-8 snorted at his comment, an amused look in his eyes as they never left your sight. You couldn't help but blush under his intense look. You were happy your cap was helping you hide a little bit of your flustered face. ââNo one as handsome as you though,ââ you said breaking the awkward moment you felt stuck in. You pinched Sawolâs cheek, the smile you made appear on his face quickly leaving replaced by annoying and pain.
ââYah! Iâm not a kid!ââ he screamed, hitting your hand so you let him be.
You let out a laugh and tapped his cheek playfully. Sawol pouted and caressed his reddened cheek with his hands.
ââIâll see you tomorrow, handsome,ââ you said before starting to leave, making sure to ignore 5-8 still standing close by.
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The warmth of the sun on his face felt amazing, he had taken off his mask to appreciate it to the fullest. He felt at ease, thinking that this must be what paradise feels like. Sawol took in a deep breath, but before he had the chance to exhale naturally, he received a strong punch in the stomach, making him lose all his oxygen. He sat up in a jolt, caught by an uncontrollable coughing fit.
ââYah!ââ he spat between two cough.ââYou wanna kill me or what?ââ
Sawol barely had time to catch the mask you threw him before it would hit him in the face.
ââCome on,ââ you laughed. ââTimeâs up.ââ
The two of you slowly packed your things back in the backpack you used to carry your tools and made your way back to the ground level, 30 flights of stairs below. No wonder you were so in shape, Sawol thought.
Reaching the floor level, Sawol took care of moving the big wooden wall you always put up to hide the entrance of the building you used to hide your truck. It was mostly a bunch of tall broken windows, but they were fortunately big enough for the delivery truck to enter the building's lobby so it wouldnât stay outside, exposed, and left alone for hunters to take advantage of.
After finishing to slide the barricade away from the door, Sawol was surprised to find you sitting on the passenger side of the truck. He quickly jogged up to your window, his heart racing with anticipation.
ââIs this what I think it is?ââ
You watched him jumping from one foot to the other, not being able to contain his excitement. ââMm,ââ you hummed positively. ââHop in Mr. Delivery Man.ââ
A small joyful squeak escaped his lips before he ran up to the driverâs side and took his seat. Sawol felt his breath being taken away as he caressed the steering wheel with profound admiration. He couldnât believe he was actually sitting on this side of the truck for the first time. He let his eyes wander, taking in as much as he could, but the multitude of buttons and switches changed his dreaming expression into a frown. He had no idea how to use any of these. Your laugh took him back to reality, and he sent you a sheepish look.
ââHelpâŚââ he whispered shamefully.
You burst out laughing even harder at the pitiful sight he offered you, looking like a child in front of a new toy that he didnât know how to use. When your laugh came close to an end, you pointed at a few of the commands. Sawol followed your finger, looking closely and listening to everything you said with more attention than he had ever given to anything before.
ââThatâs the radio to contact other delivery man, we have a common channel, but if you want to call someone privately, you have to enter their number here,ââ you explained, pointing at a num pad before turning to something else. ââHereâs the lights control, thereâs the camera around the truck, and hereâs the defense settings you can use.ââ
Sawol kept listening intently until she was done showing him everything, he exhaled deeply, impressed.
ââI wouldâve never known any of this on my own! Thank you.ââ he smiled at her, eyes sparkling with joy.
ââI remembered when you told me you didnât feel ready to be left alone,ââ you said softly. ââWell youâre not alone, Iâll show you everything so youâre ready when the time comes.ââ
Sawol felt his heart melt. He couldnât help but wonder why 5-8 hated you so much when you were probably the most caring and gentle person he knew.
The day was still young and you had quite a few deliveries left to do. Sawol let you show him the rope for the first few, but he then forced you to wait in the truck so you could rest. It was clear to him that you were exhausted and you needed the rest. He couldnât help but smile when he came back from a home delivery just to find you in a profound sleep, head resting against the window. Sawol took on him to continue the rest of your deliveries as quietly as possible so you could sleep as much as you needed. A few hours later, Sawol had just made the last delivery and he was driving back towards the hangar, feeling quite proud of himself for the successful day that had gone by. He felt immensely grateful that you had taken time to show him the ropes, and after today, he felt confident that he would be fine on his own, that he shouldn't have to be scared to disappoint 5-8 when heâd be given his own truck. Plus, he couldnât help but feel reassured that you had slept for a few hours, you deeply needed the rest and he was sure today had been quite helpful in putting you back on your feet.
Sawol's glance wandered from the road to its surroundings, he was surprised when he spotted a sand storm racing straight towards them. It hit them a few seconds after he had seen it, making the visibility outside incredibly poor. Sawol couldnât help a rush or anxiety take over him, but he didnât panic, he knew the way to the hangar by heart, he didnât need to see far in front or the GPS. They were gonna be fine, he thought, no need to wake you over this.
Sawol took his foot slightly off the gas pedal and opened his lower beam. He continued driving carefully, not wanting to hit anything. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until he saw a dark figure lying in the middle of the road. Sawol rapidly hit the brakes, waking you up from the sudden stop. He gave you a quick reassuring glance before putting his mask on.
ââStay inside,ââ he commanded. ââItâs probably nothing.ââ
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A/N: I don't know when the next chapter is gonna be posted, hopefully soon enough, but I might take a while with the Christmas vacation coming up, I hope you understand! Be sure to leave a comment to let me know what you thought! Much love!!
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Pairing: LA Knight x reader
Genre: fluff
a/n: I started this as an imagine over on Twitter but 140 characters werenât enough. I fell asleep typing this, and I woke up to finish bc what elseâs should I have done??? Anywho I hope you megastar girlies enjoy some Knight fluff, hes said himself that usually heâs a sweetheart, and I can absolutely believe that. Like, reblog and comment please
Chelsea Green invited you to a beach party. At first you were reluctant as you really didnât like crowded spaces, but she knew what to say. âCmonnn, oh! LA Knight will be there.â She grinned, and just like that she got you hook line and sinker. Now you regretted even telling her that you had a thing for the Megastar, but she wouldnât be your bestie if she didnât know all your dirty little secret.
âIâll think about it.â You smiled, but gave her no more than that. Of course you showed up anyway, late as hell, but at least you showed! After a few drink, you began to loosen up and mingle with everyone. You caught Matt Riddles attention, and he ended up talking your ears off. You sorta dont mind because most of his excitement made you laugh for a bit, but you were thankful when Randy called for Matt, thus saving you. Some people you recognized, but Chelsea had too many non-wrestling fans for you to feel comfortable enough socializing with them.
You wandered over to the bar to order yourself a fruity cocktail, when someone slid over next to you. âWell if it ainât miss social butterfly.â LA Knight chuckled from beside you, he didnât even bother to button his shirt putting his chest hairs on full display. A thin sheen of sweat covering his broad chest, and tricking down his toned stomach. Neither of you hid the fact that you were indeed gawking at each other. Despite seeing each other half naked every week, you were still taken aback by how handsome he is. His gold link chain glisten in the setting sun, and his baby blue eye held a look of admiration as they slid over your face taking in every detail. When his eyes lingered too long on your plump, glossy lips, you looked away bashfully.
âOh so you were watching me fail terribly at living up to my hottest wwe star name?â It was really meant as a joke, one you didnât expect him to take seriously, but he never liked it when you talked down about yourself.
âYouâre the prettiest thing walking on two legs around here sweetheart.â He spoke sincerely looking you deep in the eyes, he could have told you that he invented chocolate just then, and you might have believed him. Heâs convincing like that.
At that moment you decided to do something totally out of character for you, but you were feeling courageous. âWanna dance?â Before he could answer you were already taking him by the hand and leading him in the middle of the large group of people. The music was a nice slow tempo, Lana Del Rey crooning into the summer breeze. You didnât dare look at anyone else for the fear of possibly being judged might seep in. Instead you threw your arms around his neck, your fingers playing with the nape of his hair. Naturally his hands fell at your waist, but they lowered to your hips.
His lips parted to speak but he thought against, desperate to hear what he had to say you blurred out. âSay it.â
âIâm not sure when it happened, we ended up spending a lot of time together on the road, and at first I thought I was okay with you just being my buddy. Thatâs the thing, Iâve been looking at you for so long I began to realize how sweet, and beautiful you are. And yeah, youâve got a gorgeous face doll, but Iâm talking about the inside, youâre such a genuine personâŚI crave more of it. I donât even know if you feel the same way, or any kind of way about me. What I do know is that Iâve been wanting to say this forever, and I donât think I could have waited any longer.â He finally took a breath, his gaze finally finding yours now that heâs said what was in his mind. To say you were shocked by this revelation is an understatement, you had put it out of your head long ago that he would ever go for a girl like you. Here he was confessing.
âShaunâŚI donât know what to say.â You breathed out, someone had bumped into, and pushing you and Shawn closer together. His eyes looked like the ocean, he watched you with pleading gaze.
âSay something.â His eyes searching yours for any drop of objections, but you had none. Your body relaxed in his arms, a tiny snake curled onto your lips, you leaned in close, and touched your forehead to his. Your bodies were not pressed together, his hands traveling up and down your back lovingly.
âIve felt that way for so long, itâs like Iâve been holding my breath for three years.â You finally spoke in a whisper.
His face scrunched up in disbelief, âwell why didnât you say something dummy.â
âI am not a dummy, and I donât know, I didnât want to ruin our friendship.â You chuckled, now that youâve said it out loud, it all seemed a little ridiculous that you held it in this long.
âDoes this mean youâll go on dates with me now?â He asked half joking, half serious.
âHow could I say no to dates with a Megastar, huh? Yeah.â You loved saying his catchphrases and watching the serotonin hit in real time. Not everyone could swoon LA Knight, but you seemed to do it so effortlessly.
He let out an airy sigh, his eyes softened as he looked back at you with adoration. âCan I kiss you already?â He asked chewing on his own bottom lip as if holding himself back so he wouldnât kiss me without my permission.
âDuh.â You giggled before pressing your lips to his, it was gentle, yet you could feel his desire for you. The butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt causing you to smile into the kiss. When you pulled away finally he still lingered wanting more, the two of you swayed slowly in the sea of bodies. Eventually the two of you got away to the inside of Chelseaâs beach house to make out, tangle up together in one of the guest rooms. You knew sheâd have a field day when you tell her about tonight, thatâs if she somehow didnât know already.
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I think there's not enough acknowledgement that Sonic was royalty by virtue of being a child of Queen Aleena and also royalty by virtue of being Motherflippin King Arthur
What an absurd combination of circumstances
You think one happens after the other and he's just "Oh not this again"
#sonic the hedgehog#i hope its clear that any post I make is just stuff I'm putting on a fanfic#queen aleena#aleena the hedgehog#satbk#Sonic and the black knight#satbk king arthur#sonic underground
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Sonadowtober Prompt 13: Alternate Era
Sonic finds himself back in the world of Camelot... with Shadow tagging along
SatBK story! Not particularly proud of this one, but it'll have to do
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âWHOAAAAâ!âÂ
Sonic didnât expect to be falling, again. Itâs like he canât keep his face out of the dirt for a day, he thinks, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepares for impact.
That is, until his arm is nearly jerked out of its socket as someone latches onto his wrist, stopping him mid-fall.
âGood Gaia, Hedgehog. Do you not have an ounce of self preservation in your body?â
Shadow?
Heâs never been tossed through a portal with someone else before, but he supposed it would make sense given theyâd been racing.
The striped hedgehog slowly lowered them, his rocket skates countering gravityâs pull. âYou are perfectly capable of landing safely by yourself, yet you choose to slam into the ground, face first, every time.â
âYeah, yeah. Whatever,â Sonic grumbled. He didnât have to be so mean about it.
âDo you know where we are?â Shadow asks as he places them on the ground, surveying their surroundings. It was a pretty nondescript patch of land, but Sonic had the almost magical ability to know where they are at all times. The perks of having run the world through at least a dozen times, he supposed.
âUh, dude, we got dropped through a portal in the sky,â Sonic points out. âWe could be in a whole new dimension, for all I know, why are you askingâŚ? Wait, wait, wait.â He spins in a quick circle, the gears in his head turning like mad. âPortal in the sky⌠I know this place!â
Thought so. âWhere are we?â
âIn Camelot!â Sonic beams. âIâve been here before!â
Shadow squints at him like he lost his head. âCamelot?â
âYeah! From King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?â
â...Weâre in a book,â the striped hedgehog deadpans, sure that the other is messing with him. But Sonic is perfectly unfazed by the impossibility of what he just said, seeming excited as he grabs Shadowâs arm and pulls him along.
âYeah! Come on, I gotta show youââ
Shadow yanks his hand away, stopping Sonic in his tracks. âWe canât be in a book. Or a myth. King Arthur is a myth.â
A myth. Thereâs a moment of silence as they stare at each other, prodding at the unsaid. Sonic chooses not to tell the secret. Yet. âDude, youâre literally part alien. I donât think being in a book is the craziest thing to happen to you,â he says instead. âBut if youâre shocked by that, you might wanna buckle up, because they get a lot crazier.â
Thatâs not exactly reassuring, but Shadow begrudgingly accepts. He lets Sonic lead the way, not bothering to ask where their destination was. He doubts the hedgehog would tell anyway. From his familiarity with their surroundings, he didnât seem to be lying when he said heâs been here before.
But Shadow just canât wrap his head around how or why they would be in Arthurian legend. They werenât doing anything remotely related to it at all before a portal opened under their feet and spat them out here.
âWeâre here!â
Shadow barely manages to avoid crashing into the blue hedgehog. âWhere?â he mutters, if only to save face. But that didnât seem to be needed, for Sonicâs attention was completely occupied by something else.
Or rather, someone else.
âLance!â
A knight clad in armor turns toward them. Instantly, Shadowâs jaw drops, as does theirs. Sonicâs blissfully oblivious of their shock, or perhaps heâd expected it, excitedly bouncing over.
The knight drops to a knee upon their approach. They looked⌠like an exact copy of Shadow, right down to the bright red stripes in upturned quills. He was so occupied in this Lanceâs similarity to him that he failed to consider why they would kneel in front of them. Or specifically Sonic.
Lance didnât keep him ignorant for long. âYour Majesty.â
Shadow twitches. â...Your what?â
Sonic grins sheepishly as he motions for Lance to stand up, nervousness in his gestures. âI thought I said to call me Sonic.â
âSireââ Theyâre cut off by Shadow, whoâs interjection snaps Sonicâs attention back on him.
âWhat is this about? Why did he call you Your Majesty? Thatâs the title for monarchs.â
âPrecisely,â Lance answers instead. They extend an armored hand at Sonic, as if introducing him. âHis Majesty King Arthur, Wielder of Excalibur, Ruler of Camelot, Knight of the Wind.â
âLancelotâ! Donât.â Sonic stammers. Despite the unconfidence in his voice, the knight stiffens at his order.
âApologies, sire. It will not happen again.â
âLanceâŚâ
âWhat the hell is going on?!â Both of them turn to Shadow, who feels like heâs going to explode with the amount of information being thrown at him. He stares Sonic in the eyes and points to his otherworldly doppelganger. âLancelot.â
â...yes?â
âAs in Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Lake.â
âYeah, thatâs him.â
âWhy does he look exactly like me?â
âUhâŚâ Sonic pauses, tilting his head. âDunno. Heâs probably wondering that too. Itâs just a thing here I guess.â
âWhat do you mean, itâs just a thing here?!â Shadow shouts, utterly confused in a way he hates. âYou know what, forget that. When did you get knighted? When did you become king? King Arthur, no less? How is that even possible?â
âUm⌠I dunno. Last time I came here I pulled a sword from a stone, and after that whole adventure I was declared the true King Arthur. Makes no sense but the kingdom accepted it.â
âAnd you did too?â
âI mean, I kinda had to. I did kill their previous king.â
âYou WHAT?!â
âLookââ
âYour M⌠Sonic,â Lancelot interrupts quietly. âPerhaps you and your guest should relocate somewhere more private?â
âIâm not his guest,â his counterpart snaps. Sonic waves his hand in front of Shadowâs face cartoonishly, as if itâd wipe what he said out of existence.
âIgnore Shadow, heâs always like that. Weâll find somewhere in the castle.â He then grabs his fuming rivalâs arm and drags him along. Theyâre almost by the entrance when he turns back. âYou wanna come, Lance?â
â...Certainly, sire.â
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The Man Next Door
Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader
This blog is 18+ MDNI
Word Count: approx. 4.1k
Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.
Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare
Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 𼰠It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. đDividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics â¤ď¸
Main Masterlist / Moon Knight Masterlist/ Oscar Isaac characters
Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.
Heâs never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.
Youâre curious about him, about Jake Lockley.
Heâs been your next door neighbor for six months. You havenât heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that youâre sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.
You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. Itâs been a few days since youâve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, itâs less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadnât minded too much. Maybe you should have.
You canât say itâs completely unexpected, thereâs only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but itâs still shocking. Itâs not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someoneâs blood. Honestly you canât tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.
Thereâs just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.
No waitâŚthe clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe youâre hallucinating. Itâs then that you feel a hand on your arm.
âYou know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!â When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, youâre met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. Youâre shaking your head, itâs not a lie, you donât know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailantâs foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. Heâs stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.
Thereâs blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistantâs neck. Heâs holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but heâs shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the manâs hand falling slowly from his neck.
Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?
(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. Sheâll not last long.
(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? Sheâs normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.
The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how theyâre going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.
âLuck like that only strikes once bitch!â He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, itâs the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no thereâs more blood. Itâs not on you, or it wasnât until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but youâre falling. It seems among all that scuffle, youâd been near a curb and youâd stepped off awkwardly.
You donât hit the ground though, instead youâre in strong arms. The same gray youâd seen earlier except now thereâs a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. Youâre still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.
âMira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) TchâŚâ Jakeâs trying to get your attention but itâs not working. This whole gentle thing isnât his norm and he can see that your eyes arenât registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, heâs worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesnât have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm heâs holding you with, then pinches your hip.
âSilencio! (Quiet!)â Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesnât feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. Youâre sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasnât been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as youâre still looking forward, heâs wondering if heâll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.
âOh, now youâre paying attention princesa (princess)? Youâre in my place by the way. Stay still.â Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. Itâs not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that youâre not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.
âI..so that was all real, not a nightmare? OhâŚso I killedâŚâ You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.
âIt was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). Thatâs all it was. You wouldnât have had to if I wasnât slow in getting to you.â Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and itâs surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadnât really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. Heâs telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. âCome on, letâs get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Donât touch your face though.â He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didnât expect any and youâre not sure why.
You arenât able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and youâre crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. Youâre not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. âMay I princesa?â Jake holds out a hand, heâs not going to force it, itâs not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of âjust in caseâ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesnât enter with you.
âYouâre not coming in? IâŚâ Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you donât want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks youâre a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? âN-Never mind Jake see-â
âIâll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Donât feel bad about it at all.â Heâs spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, itâs far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? Youâd never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. Heâs playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. âHasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).â And heâs back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and itâs what you ponder while youâre in the shower.
Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrowâs garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You donât feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the menâs threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and youâre staring at the wall when thereâs a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.
âPrincesa.â It was the fastest youâd open the door for anyone.
Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. Itâs fantastical and had it been any other day, youâd told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he canât get comfortable.
âDid you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.â Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jakeâs a little worked up since heâd been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally heâd drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. Youâre freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.
He shouldnât have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.
âW-Wait, youâre leaving already Jake?!â He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him andâŚthatâs not something he can handle right now.
âYouâre okay now. I shouldnât stay any longer princesa.â He doesnât turn to face you. If he sees your eyes heâs not going to leave. He knows what heâs feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and thatâs the part his mind has latched onto and wonât let go of.
âCould I at least have another hug before you go Jake?â Youâve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that youâve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes arenât telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.
âHermosa, I donât think thatâs all you want from me. Letâs both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?â His steps are slow, heâs giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You donât. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.
âYouâd be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. Youâre finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.â Your plush lips look so inviting and he canât resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, heâd like to rip the gown off of you, but heâs sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in whatâs under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.
After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. Heâs not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what heâs working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you werenât wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.
He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. âRather eager arenât you cariĂąo (sweetheart)?â He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. âIâll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.â You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. âMove that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.â He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.
Youâre able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips donât feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. âJake youâre so thickâŚ. Please move with me.â You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jakeâs hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. Heâs aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.
He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, âMuy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. Iâm going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.â A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jakeâs name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadnât. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. âNo, no princesa. You wonât go quiet on me yet. Roll.â He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.
You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jakeâs relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, âJake....Jake..FuckâŚâ You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.
Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that heâs tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasnât. This time when he slips back within you, itâs slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. âSo much better than I imagined princesa. Youâre not getting away from me you know.â He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, âGood girl, milk me and accept what Iâm going to give you.â Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.
âGive me what youâve got Jake. Iâll mark youâŚâ Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.
âYou want more already? Youâll have to give me a few princesa.â Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.
âDonât leave yet. Stay.â Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.
âYouâre even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. Iâm not leaving.â You inform him that theyâre in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - youâre not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.
âI think weâre fond of each otherâs asses Jake.â You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. âIâm surprised you knew that I wore one at night. Youâre keeping that close of tabs on me?â An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.
âCome on, give me a little credit. Iâm not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but donât ask me how to do any of them and oil.â He put up three fingers for the things he did know.
Now itâs your turn to grin. This sly man. âPfft. Youâre full of surprises Jake. Weâll sleep and then youâre helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.â You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.
âIâll help you oil your hair tomorrow if itâs after breakfast and you take a day off of work.â Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.
âAlright. You talked like you knew what to do. I wonât forgive you if you mess up my hair.â
âHm. If itâs anything like what you did tonight, I get it. Iâll be extra careful princesa. Donât worry.â Youâd drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere youâd let him.
Keeping an eye out from the apartment across the hall đ: @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @dameron-grant-spector @soft-girl-musings @agentjackdaniels
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UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #73
*Harry & Ted playing 2 truths and a lie with Tom & Knights of Walpurgis*
Harry: Itâs my turn again? Ok UmmâŚI didnât learn how to swim until I was eleven, Iâve never been to South America, and Iâm an unregistered animagus.
Ignotus Avery (frustrated): Bloody hell! Why are these so difficult?! I believe all of these!
Harry: How are they difficult?
Alyxander Mulciber: After hearing you out raced a dragon on a broomstick anything goes at this point.
Lyra Burke: Oh, I do believe you are an animagus! That would make so much sense, wouldnât it? How else are you able to slip away so often without being noticed? Whatâs your form?
Abraxas Malfoy: Thatâs not part of the game, Lyra.
Lyra: New game! Letâs try and guess Evansâ animagus form, every wrong guess you have to drink but if we get it right Evans has to down the rest of the bottle! And we get to ask you questions!
Harry: Alright, sure.
Lyra: Is it aquatic, amphibious, reptilian, or mammal?
Harry: None of the above. Drink.
Druella Roiser: Avian?
Harry: No, though it can fly. Drink.
Thaddeus Nott: Is it an insect?
*Harry nods*
Theodore (stunned disbelief): Itâs a bloody cockroach, isnât it?
*Harry passes bottle to Theodore*
Harry: Drink up, Ted.
-3 bottles & a half of Fire whiskey later-
Abraxas: -hic-Iâm tellingâ ya, heâs gotta be a blue morpho-hic- Iâm a thousand present positive of it-hic
Walburga Black: Shhh, please! I insist that heâs lying. Heâs a liar, Abraxas, heâs been lying about the whole thing tryinâ ta get us-hic-smashed. Heâs got it written on his hand đ¤
Lyra: I think-hic- if I was a animagus Iâd like to be a butterfly đŚ. It-hic-reminds of the Taoist philosopher Zhuangziâ
Harry (still mostly sober): Are you not going to guess, Riddle?
Tom: Oh, I wouldnât dare presume.
Harry: Thatâs no fun. Câmon, donât be a chicken.
Tom (unable to ignore the challenge): Fine, Evans. Let me think about it⌠An insect that can fly, itâs blue, is found commonly in gardens, but is not native to the British isles. Is it bigger or smaller than a knut?
Harry: Smaller.
Tom: And what country is it native to?
Harry: Australia.
Tom: What does it eat?
Harry: Mostly aphids.
Tom: Then itâs a pest controllerâŚ
Harry: Give up?
Tom: Do you? If I get it right youâll have to down half a bottle of Fire whiskey in one go, Evans.
Harry: I donât think youâll get it right. Youâd never guess it.
Tom: How about a wager, Evans, between just you and I? I get it wrong and Iâll write one of your essays for you, any subject, any lengthâŚ
Harry: Iâm listening.
Tom: But if I get it right, I get a kiss. Right here (taps lips)
Harry (laughing): You know what, fine. Sure Riddle. If you think you can guess it without asking another question.
*Tom whispers his answer in Harryâs ear & its right.*
Harry:
Oh shit!
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charlotte Roselei/Yami Sukehiro, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble & Yami Sukehiro, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble & Charlotte Roselei, Jack the Ripper & Yami Sukehiro, Nozel Silva & Fuegoleon Vermillion Characters: Charlotte Roselei, Yami Sukehiro, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozel Silva, William Vangeance, Dorothy Unsworth, Rill Boismortier, Jack the Ripper (Black Clover), Kaiser Granvorka, Magic Knight Captains Ensemble (Black Clover) Series: Part 2 of BC Ice Skating AU Summary:
To celebrate the upcoming graduation Fuegoleon Vermillon invites a few of his hockey friends for a nice get together to his and Nozel Silvaâs dorm apartment. Can the evening pass without any accidents with the whole group present? Charlotte is not so sure, especially since her crush a hockey goalie named Yami Sukehiro is invited as well.Â
Part 2 of the Black Clover Ice Skating AU
Prequel one shot to the other parts.
There are only ice skating mentions.
Jokes in the game were provided by @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @lyranova đ
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