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rafesangelita · 11 months ago

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rafe + breeding kink

warnings: singledad!rafe, implied age gap, nanny!reader, rafe’s son calls you mommy, fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy and having kids, creampie

a/n: breeding kink was so heavily requested omg, i love everyone who left a req for this <3 i definitely went a little overboard lol

“well, that worked like a charm.” rafe smiled down at you and his son who was currently cuddled into your side. “i don’t want to move away from him.” you pouted, running your fingers through the little boy’s hair. you had been doing this weird thing to rafe’s heart everytime he saw you caring for his boy, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

despite having been rafe’s nanny for nearly three years now, you still found yourself getting flustered every time you caught him staring at you. whether it was you folding laundry, or bending over to dust the entertainment center, all those little things were starting to add up into something both of you wouldn’t be able to come back from.

“do you think we could talk?” rafe helped you up from his son’s race car bed, a worried expression overtaking his features. “yeah, of course, is everything alright?” you didn’t miss the way he kept your hand in his, leading both of you downstairs after closing the door to little ray’s room. “yes, i actually wanted to talk about my salary—” rafe was quick to cut in.

“throw me a number and you got it.” he dropped your hand, ushering you to take a seat next to him. you laughed softly, shaking your head. “no, i don’t want more pay; quite the opposite, really.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “you’re not quitting are you?” he heard his heart beating in his ears at your lack of response.

“no, god no!” you placed a hand on his arm, “i’ve been looking for another job because i don’t want to be paid for taking care of ray anymore..” you met his gaze, running your nails against his skin. “why?” rafe couldn’t wrap his head around your words, his eyes darting across your face.

“you know, i’ve been taking care of ray since he was two, and he’s going to be five next week.. i’ve grown so close to him.” you smiled. “caring for him, cooking for him, playing with him, loving him, it isn’t a job for me.” you didn’t realize you were crying until rafe wiped your cheek ever so gently. “you love him?” rafe’s voice was barely above a whisper, his own tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“i do, rafe. i love him so much.” you sniffled. “he called me mom the other day and i felt terrible ‘cause i bursted into tears on the spot, and he thought he made me sad but i was just overjoyed.” you laughed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “i want you to know that i’m not trying to take the place of his mother, i would never do that..”

rafe knew ray called you mom. it wasn’t too long ago that ray said, ‘mommy made my favorite pancakes!’ when rafe asked him about his day and made his heart damn near stop in his chest when he heard the word fall from his son’s lips. “you’re the closest thing he has to a mother. i don’t even know how to thank you for that.” he leaned in, embracing you tightly.

you two stayed like this for a couple moments before you pulled away, adjusting the collar of his shirt. “i called mrs. anderson to set up a playdate with ray and her son, and do you want to know what she said?” you stifled a laugh as rafe relaxed into the couch. “what?” he admired the way you lit up while talking about his boy.

“she said that ray was a little more on the wild side and that it would be in her son’s best interest if they didn’t hang out anymore.” you watched as rafe shrugged. “that little nerd was too boring, anyways.” you gasped, slapping his chest playfully. “rafe!” you whispered, both of you covering your mouths to keep from being too loud.

he quieted down, sighing to himself before looking up at the ceiling, you following suit. “i do worry about that sometimes. i feel like ray needs more of a permanent friend, like a sibling..” he trailed off, glancing at you only to see you were looking at him already. “a sibling?” you raised your eyebrows. “how would you go about that?” you cleared your throat, trying to ignore the smidge of jealousy that settled in the pit of your stomach.

“want me to explain to you how babies are made?” rafe scooted closer, his arm draping over your shoulders. “no need, i’m well aware.” you waved him off. “yeah?” he guided you on top of his lap, both of you looking at each other with darkness swirling in your eyes. “tell me, y/n, ‘you ever think about having little ones?” his large hands came up to rub against your thighs.

rafe felt as if he was approaching that line he’s been wanting to cross since the first time he interviewed you all those years ago. “yes.” you let out a shaky breath when you felt rafe’s fingertips move under your blouse. “you would make such a good mother, you’d want that wouldn’t you?” you cupped his face as his lips ghosted over your own.

you moaned once he finally kissed you, both of your clothes coming off before you could have enough time to think. “gonna fill you up and make you have my babies, yeah?” he laid you down on the soft cushions, running the head of his cock between your wet folds. “yes, please.” you mewled, eyes shining with lust as he took your chin between his thumb.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he covered your mouth, muffling the yelp that left your lips when he entered you slowly, your silky walls welcoming him inch by inch. his strokes were slow and full of intention, his arms caging you in while you two shared the kind of kisses that made your head spin. “been wanting you like this for so long.” he cursed under his breath.

you whimpered, arms wrapping around his neck as you trailed kisses across his jaw. the intimacy of having his body flush against yours wasn’t like anything you’ve ever experienced, your soft cries driving him on the brink of fucking you senseless. “oh, my god,” you clawed at his skin, making him hiss as he tugged at the roots of your hair to make you look up.

“i can see it already; all three of us going to the beach and rubbing on your round belly, all pretty and pregnant.” rafe picked up his pace, your hips now moving with his to meet his thrusts. “i want that so bad!” you nearly screamed when he started toying with your clit, both of you holding onto one another like your life depended on it.

“jesus, fuck-” his movements came to a halt before he placed your legs on his shoulders, leaning down until your thighs met the cushions underneath you. snaking an arm around your lower back, you gasped when he started lifting you up, fucking you onto his cock so he could reach deeper than before. “r-rafe!” your mouth fell open, eyes blinking slowly.

with one hand still rubbing your clit, and the head of his length continuously hitting your sweet spot, you found yourself approaching the edge of euphoria. rafe can tell by the way you were clenching around him that you were going to cum soon. “hold out a little longer for me, baby. ‘want you to cum when i fill you up.” he pressed a kiss to your temple, hips stuttering once the band in his stomach snapped.

burying his head in the curve of you neck, he moaned against your skin as he stilled, the head of his cock nudging your cervix. you felt the moment he finished, the hot ropes of his cum filling you to the hilt as your thighs started trembling. rafe clamped a hand over your mouth, whispering a ‘let me feel you cum around me.’ before you obliged, your orgasm hitting you in long waves of ecstasy.

you laid helplessly, trying your hardest not to scream at the intense feeling in your tummy, your eyes rolling back as he rubbed a soothing hand on your side. rafe helped you come down from your climax, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your body jolt with every stroke of his fingers against your skin. he stayed nestled inside of you, both of you embracing each other as your breathing slowed, sleep weighing heavy on your eyelids.

“you did so good for me, are you feeling okay?” you blinked up at him, a smile making its way to his lips when he saw the fucked out expression on your face. “mhmm, ‘don’t think i could get up though.” you hissed once he pulled out, watching as he slipped on his pants. “let’s get in the shower, you’re staying here.” he helped you up, putting his large button down over your shoulders.

rafe carried you upstairs, tiptoeing past ray’s room before both of you got in the shower, round two well underway. it wasn’t until you were laying rafe’s bed, adorned in one of his t-shirts that you two heard little ray’s voice outside the door. “daddy? can i come in?” rafe rubbed a reassuring hand on your arm, shouting a ‘yes, son!’ before ray strided inside, running up to you excitedly.

“can i sleep in here, pleaseee,” you embraced him, telling him yes before rafe could get the chance to tell him otherwise. “are you sleeping over?” the little boy peered up at you, wasting no time in settling under the comforter of rafe’s bed. you giggled, flashing rafe a look. “yes, i am.” ray looked over at his father, studying him for a minute.

you watched them have a silent conversation with their eyes, the scene making your heart melt. “goodnight, daddy,” he patted rafe’s chest, “..goodnight, mommy.” he pecked your cheek, the waterworks threatening to spill over at any moment. rafe reached over, taking your hand in his before he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “goodnight.”

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rheitais · 4 months ago

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DP X DC One shooting star later. Pt 2.

This might be my new brain rot. Thanks to @scho17 for the after math I was giggling reading about the joker being stunned, Dick growing gray and B having a mild conundrum.

I feel like Joker was getting ready to stream this to gotham but was stunned before he could start. The reason the bats are there is because they were already tracking the Nightingales for a completely different reason. For example, Maddie, Jazz and Ellie are having a girl's night with Selina, Harley and Ivy. (See 1.5 for interactions) Dante and Danny somehow end up in the middle of one or another rouges plan one way or another, always together. Jazz literally wants to be a therapist in Gotham. Jack and Maddie are terribly good at their engineering jobs.

Bruce firmly believes Jack is a meta or non-human of some kind and asks Clark to come to a gala to prove a point. After Clark interacts with Jack and sees Bruce cause for concern but after x-raying the man, Clark tells Bruce he looks completely human inside. Bruce tasks Damian to befriend Ellie since they were both in the same grade and some of the same classes. Little did Bruce know that would contribute to the greatest youngest sibling alliance.

Of course not being from this universe, Tim and Babs figure that the Nightingales essentially never existed and even the city they are from doesn't exist. Well not in the state they claim to be from. So Tim prioritizes getting close with the twins since they are close in age to get some answers or at least get them to slip up.

Though anytime they as bats approach them, the Nightingales scatter. Avoid contact and avoid talking to them completely. If they catch Ellie alone in a park or on the sidewalk she will start running, running until she is either back in safe haven called home or near one of her older siblings. If they catch the twins, the older one will either yank the other behind him before telling him to "book it" and cover his twin escape or the younger one will throw a weird stick and hit the bat square on the head before retrieving it and running off. If they catch up to Jazz, she would walk up with a smile before pulling out a gun and vaguely stating "Yeah you have the suit but I can see your face and at the bare minimum I know I don't need to worry about you being human or cryptic, I've had a very long midterm from hell so if you would excuse me I have better things to be doing" before walking away. As for the parents, Jack rarely goes out enough to be caught. As for Maddie, gave both Nightwing and Red Robin good kicks to the ribs.

[ Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Masterpost ]

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #dan phantom #batfam #bruce wayne #damian wayne #tim drake #barbara gordon

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forwards-beckon-rebound · 5 months ago

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batfam as fanfic tropes pt 2

ft bruce, dick, and jason warnings: i continue to give jason all of the angsty stuff but i promise i do it out of love, some suggestive jokes lol pt 1

bruce

not to keep pushing my superbat agenda but that may or may not be what i'm doing

only one bed trope let's go

likeeee yknow imagine they're on an undercover mission with the league or whatever but then they end up stuck in rockville, known for their slightly weird rock

and there's a single motel that only has one room left and of course there's only one bed

to add insult to injury, it's a queen bed and they're both like 6'+ guys so there's absolutely no way they're not gonna at least accidentally make physical contact (it's not gonna be accidental by the end of the night)

something about clark seeing bruce in pj's just seems so funny to me, i don't even have anything else to add

imagine they didn't bring pj's bc they didn't think the mission was going to take that long so they go to the motel's gift shop and they're forced to get cringey tourist shirts

"Rockville may not have much, but we sure rock!"

"Rock on over to Rockville"

we all know bruce technically doesn't haveeeee to sleep for 8 hours straight (and ig clark doesn't have to either? but i haven't read enough superman stuff to know how true that is) but i like the idea of him just sleeping anyways

and clark doesn't know any better so he's like yeah ok makes sense that he would need to sleep, he is human after all

bruce may act like he's bothered by this but like he's fooling nobody

i think it would be so funny if clark actually does manage to fall asleep but because bruce almost never sleeps for this long unless he's critically injured, he's just like lying there in the dark freaking out over being in the same bed as clark

bruce discovers fanfic of himself but it's not even in our universe, it's just gothamites writing fanfics about him

there's bruce wayne x reader, bruce wayne x oliver queen, bruce wayne x lois lane (clark is not happy about this), bruce wayne x nightwing??????, batman x every member of the justice league, and of course bruce wayne x batman

babs probably knew all along but she decides to wait until she finds something particularly scandalous before showing it to bruce

and let's just say some writers sure have creative imaginations when it comes to uh what bruce and batman would be doing behind closed doors

i'm just imagining one day he's on patrol and saves some random person from getting mugged and then they're suddenly like, "wow i never thought i'd actually get to meet you. i'm a big fan. can i ask you some questions?"

and yknow, this happens sometimes. sure he'll entertain the questions, but he probably won't answer

"i actually write fanfic but i was having some trouble with your characterization. do you think you're more of a top or bottom?"

bruce.exe has stopped working

wait until he finds the fan art

dick

your siblings are best friends

hear me out, you have a younger sister who happens to be in the same after school art club as damian

and of course, being the good older sibling you are, you come to pick her up

but it certainly doesn't hurt to see dick grayson every week, waiting for his younger brother

at first he's just some handsome stranger who happens to be around the same age as you

and you're trying to figure out if he's here for his sibling or if he's just a very very young parent

thankfully, your sister introduces you to damian and by proxy you properly meet dick so you know he's not taken

and it's hard not to fall for him because he's just so funny and charming

and he's good with kids, as evident by how he handles damian but also one day when your sister comes out of art club sobbing because some kid messed with her artwork and he's able to calm her down in record time

he offers to get her ice cream as consolation but he's weirdly making eye contact with you as he says that and maybe you're just delusional but between this and the flirting you can't be blamed for feeling a certain way about the whole thing

but things frustratingly don't progress any further (mostly because dick thinks he's been pretty clear with the flirting and decides to back down because you don't seem to be reciprocating, whereas you're completely oblivious to the whole thing) so it's up to damian and your sister to take things into their own hands

cue the random playdates where they insist that you and dick both come for supervision or something while they draw and banish you and dick to another room because they need "pure artistic energy" in the room or whatever

and funnily enough the other room just so happens to have a candlelit dinner for two set up! wow, what a coincidence!

you guys have a very well cooked steak and talk things over (read: your siblings both yell at you from the other room to just confess already)

honestly, they're both pretty done with your antics but at least you're together now!

if you don't mention both of them in your wedding speeches there will be consequences

jason

who else would get hanahaki disease if not jason todd

for those who were not in the trenches of 2010’s anime fanfics, hanahaki disease is a fictional disease where you cough up flowers if your love is unrequited or like you think your love is unrequited

i just know this loser wouldn’t even realize he likes you until he starts coughing up random flowers and he’s like wtf????

it does not take a tim drake to figure out who he likes so ofc the last people to notice are him and you

also you just know he’s the type to suffer in silence instead of confess bc he thinks he’s burdening you with his feelings or like he doesn’t lead the type of life that can allow him to have a relationship or whatever emo edge lord stuff he does

also i think he is incapable of flirting LMAO

honestly, even if you confessed i can see him being like "how can you possibly love me, you must be confused"

normally the confession scene is where the sick person gets cured and like they get together

but nope! jason just straight up refuses bc ofc he does

good luck trying to convince him that you do like him, flaws and all

GET THIS DUDE HIS COLLEGE!AU

not to be dramatic but i desperately want him to have a happy and normal life so this one might be a bit of wish fulfilment on my behalf but like

once again i feel like he would actually want to go to college/uni

like will he complain about his assignments and exams? yes but don't we all?

i feel like he would just take courses he would like, so probably a lot of literature stuff

i think it would be very funny if he took one of those psychology courses, think like PSYCH 21XX: The Maladaptive Mind or smth and he's like "wow these trauma responses sound awfully familiar. wonder where i've heard about this before"

anyways i'm thinking about him being a humanities guy and then he meets you, a stem student who has to take this one english class to graduate

and he's also in a similar boat and is in your biology class for the science credit

so you guys decide to just study together and help each other out

and he may or may not catch feelings but it's hard not to when you have similar taste in books and can talk about a random poem you read in class for an hour

jason todd who gets rizzed up by your annotations

but then like halfway through second semester he realizes that you've hung out just for fun more often than you've actually hung out to study

and ofc there's a dramatic confession scene at graduation and he's stumbling over his words and god he might end it all because his family is there and freaking dick grayson is watching him confess to his crush

but like it's hard not to figure it out when he basically acts like your boyfriend on your "study dates" and honestly you already kinda figured you at least had something sort of going on and this confession is not shocking in the slightest

so that was super embarrassing for him but at least he's got a date next week?

hear me out...if you got into an accident and then developed retrograde amnesia

he's already stressed enough about the fact that you got injured in the first place

like what is the point of all of his training and patrolling to keep gotham safe if he can't even keep the person who's the most important to him safe?

then you wake up and he's so relieved he could cry

he thinks you're just a bit disoriented as he pulls you into his arms, promising he's never going to put you in a situation like that ever again

only for you to stare blankly at him

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

he thinks he would rather die and reincarnate again than live with the way you're looking at him

you're not even mad at getting hurt. you don't even remember that. you're just...looking at him like he's nothing more than a stranger because right now, that's what he is

i think his insecurities would be amped up to 100x after this, even if you did agree to come home with him and try to regain your memories

he's constantly praying that this is some messed up nightmare because he doesn't even know why you agreed to date him the first time around

so how is he supposed to make you fall for him again?

it's even worse because you are trying and you feel bad about it, but anytime he gets too close, he can see the way you flinch slightly

honestly he's going to start spiraling, like questioning whether he even deserves you or what he's doing wrong

is it because you don't know him? is he scaring you in some way? he would never hurt you, but that's all he's ever known. it was nice to live in this fantasy, but maybe all he was doing was delaying the inevitable

he starts to wonder if maybe he should just let you go now, while you don't remember anything. just thinking about it makes him want to claw his heart out but if it would keep you safe, he'd be willing to give you anything

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moonlit-imagines · 5 months ago

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Headcanons for being Miles Morales’ sibling (Earth-42)

Earth-42!Miles Morales x sibling!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Miles42 as y/n’s older brother???”

miles and you were pretty close growing up

you two did everything together

art was your passion and you guys used to love pretending tp be critics

“this needs more color” -you, age 6

“you have no idea what you’re talking about!” -miles, also age 6ish

you’d trade pictures and “help” each other, which really helped you guys find your styles

and all was well and good for a long time. you guys had love from your parents and your uncle and they guided you well through life

uncle aaron helped you guys grow your creativity

your mom taught you compassion and empathy

your dad taught you responsibility and bravery

and after some time, miles and aaron started getting closer, more secretive

“are you hiding something from me?” -you

“no.” -miles

“yes you are”

“no im not”

“so then why am i not invited to aarons anymore? we aren’t making music or murals or whatever else, that’s weird. it’s abrupt”

“yeah, aaron’s busy”

“so then where are you going without me?”

“i can go out without you, y/n”

“you just aren’t yourself anymore”

and soon after that, your dad was killed in action and you weren’t acting yourself either

“hey, maybe its time we bring your sibling into this” -aaron

“trust me, they aren’t ready” -miles

for some time, miles had begun acting as the prowler, using his anger and grief of jefferson’s death to fuel his antics

“miles, y/n needs you. we pulled away, we have to help them” -aaron

“they should stay with mom, we have work to do” -miles

you guys began to shut each other out, you supported your mom since she lost her husband, and you two lived in blissful ignorance of what miles and aaron were working on

“hey kid, brought you some supplies” -aaron

“oh—well, uh, thanks unc” -you

“anytime” -aaron

“i’m glad miles is spending time with aaron, mijo/a. its good for him. for both of them” -rio

“just be nice if they ever spent time with me” -you

“give it time, love. everything will be alright” -rio

you grew more frustrated that miles shut you out and decided to take a look for yourself what they were doing without you

“what the hell?!” -you, walking into aarons apartment and seeing the prowler setup

“get out! no one told you to come here!” -miles

“miles, chill out. that’s your sibling. we wanted to tell you about this. we just wanted to wait until you were ready” -aaron

“ready? you two are sneaking around behind my back, doing god knows what? does mami know?!” -you

“don’t you dare tell her!” -miles

“miles, this is your chance to fix your problems with y/n. lower your voice, talk to them” -aaron

miles and you talked for hours over this, and you were heartbroken that he didn’t tell you sooner and thought he couldn’t

but you suspected he may not have wanted to because he wanted to try this alone

you really did want to be included though, it looked like an incredibly exciting gig

and who knows what kind of trouble you guys could get into together?

it was hard to keep it a secret from rio, but everyone was working out their grief in their own ways

and miles was still in one piece so far, so no harm done?

and one day you got a call from aaron to come to his place. immediately

so imagine your surprise when you saw miles strung up to the punching bag

“what are you doing?! let him down! why did you take out his braids?!” -you

“we didn’t” -miles

you looked SO confused

“who the hell is this?” -you

“that’s what we’re trying to figure out” -aaron

“hey..im miles…” -miles, from another universe

taglist: @summersimmerus // @milkiane // @wild-rose-35 // @nekoannie-chan // @deanzboyfriend // @mr-mxyzptlk-1940 //

#miles morales #miles morales x reader #morales!reader #miles morales imagine #across the spiderverse #spiderverse imagine #spiderverse x reader #into the spider verse #itsv imagine #itsv x reader #atsv imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #spiderman x reader #earth 42!miles morales

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witchthewriter · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I'm rewatching Gilmore Girls for the thousandths time and ... my crush on Luke is still alive and kicking...

ᴹᵃˢᵗ��ʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTJ

Hufflepuff

Lawful Good

Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Aries Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・A grumpy man on a good day, intolerable on a bad day and luckily for you, you met on one of his worst

・You labelled him as a jerk, and vowed never to go near him nor his cafe for the rest of your life

・But then your car broke down and he was the first person to drive past you.

"Need any help?"

"Yeah- oh. No, no I do not," you said to Luke and slammed your car door closed. Hautily crossing your arms over your chest and staring forward.

"Oh c'mon," he called out from his open window.

・This interaction solidified a new way of looking at Luke. You didn't hate him anymore ... no, quite the opposite. But you were damn sure he still hated you

・Heavy on the will-they-won't-they trope. It went on for four months before you both couldn't take it anymore.

・There was something pulling you towards him, like a constant ache and whenever you saw him, it was relieved. You knew you loved him two months after knowing him. And it hurt so much seeing him go out with anyone else.

・But god, by a goddamn Stars Hollow miracle, he saw you. Finally saw what you saw in him.

・Very,, very family orientated. You're in trouble? He's dropping everything to help you.

・You're sitting next to Luke on the couch watching tv and suddenly get a call saying one of your siblings needs help? Luke is already up and putting on his shoes.

・You can try and help him but he shoos you inside and says he's got this.

・Goes over and above for anything that you want.

・Will literally save up everyday until he reaches his money goal to take you to Disney Land because you told him one night you really wanted to go.

・Stubborn as all hell, thinks he knows best but you're the only person who can make him fold.

・When you first told him you loved him, he nearly got the air knocked out of him.

・He's incredibly touch-starved, and doesn't want you to know that (but of course you know that...)

・Despite the grumpy exterior, Luke has shown moments of being supportive and encouraging

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon and His Star

"Why are you babying me" (Luke) x "Because I know you like it" (You)

Acquaintances to Standing Up For Him to Friends to Lovers

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies-To-Lovers

Like Calls To Like

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Into My Arms by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

Also, for the most part it's gender neutral but in the nsfw section there's female genitalia used for the reader.

I wasn't going to add this but ... I want to ... but for some reason thinking about Luke & smut makes me blush so hard so please forgive me for any mistakes or such :')

・You both stand mere centimetres apart. Your breaths mingling as the snow slowly falls around you.

・Standing outside his diner, you shivered as Luke's hand slowly moves around your waist and pulls you close

・Your lips melt into his, your hands gripping his jacket. Trying desperately to get closer to him. To press against him, to feel ... to feel anything of his body.

"Let's go upstairs," he mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming around your body.

・Your first time together was fast at first; ripping each other's clothes off. Trying to see each other's naked body and drink it all in.

・But once the clothes had been discarded, you both became very ... sensitive and vulnerable.

・So, it slowed down, and rough touches turned into gentle caresses.

・Luke couldn't stop staring at you, smelling you; he wanted to lose himself in you.

・You love riling him up; obviously not when people are around. But teasing him at home; rubbing his crotch innocently.

・Nibbling at his ear, giving his neck a kiss or two, and then walking away.

・Luke's reaction is always the same - nose flairing, hands curling into fists; he knows this game. He's just never good at playing it. He hates teasing. He'd rather just pin you down and jump your bones.

・But you love how much you can provoke him; it means he loves you that much that your touch drives him wild.

・Blow jobs are one of his favourite things; he never expects you to do it, and for a while he never let you service him. But now that he knows you enjoy it too...god his heart pounds whenever he thinks of it

・Loves pulling you to the edge of the bed, slipping down your pants/lifting your skirt and practically ripping your underwear from you. He holds your thighs apart and eats you like a starved man

・At first he doesn't like your sex toys; feeling inferior to them.

・But you showed him how they can be used in sex for heightened pleasure.

・You still haven't gotten Luke to a sex shop though. He has vowed never to stand a foot in that shop.

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deaddovediner · 22 days ago

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Shower Haze (!older brother Mikey Way x !younger sister reader)

warnings/triggers: Incest, Fingering, Shower scenes, Overstimulation, Dirty talk (kind of), Use of Y/N, Praising, Just overall filth and I mean it :3

word count: 2016

Dead Dove Do Not Eat!

School was exhausting, and when you came home all you were thinking about was taking a shower and then taking a nap; but of course your older brother, Mikey, had to be having a shower at that exact moment.

"Mikey! Hurry your ass up! I want to shower too-" You shouted and knocked against the bathroom door, the sound of water flowing from the shower the only sound inside.

"If you want to take a shower this much, then come in! The door is not locked, we can shower together, I won't mind it." Mikey called back from the bathroom.

Would it be weird if you took a shower with your older brother? You haven't seen him naked since the two of you were small. After some thinking and hesitation you went back to your room to grab your towel and change of clothes; fuck it. Were you really about to shower with him?

You went back to the bathroom, the water still going, indicating Mikey wasn't even near being done. With a big breath you slowly opened the door, with your eyes closed. Even though you were about to shower with him, that doesn't mean you want to be blinded by your brother's dick.

"You know, you can open your eyes, or are you going to shower with your eyes closed? You've seen me naked before- I don't know why you're making this weirder then it already is." He commented, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, you just knew he was grinning like hell.

"Okay, fine!" You opened your eyes to the steamy bathroom you are so familiar with. He was in the shower. Thankfully the steam covered most of the glass, and you didn't see his package, only his soft curves and that slutty waist you were always so jealous of.

You put your towel next to his and set the clothes down on one of the shelves in there. He didn't pay you much attention as you stripped your clothes and threw them in the laundry basket; now came the awkward part.

As he was soaping up his body, you slid open the glass door and stepped in the shower. Thankfully it was big enough for the two of you. At first you just stared at the wall, trying to shower in peace beside him; but Mikey grabbed the shower head turned the water on fully cold and poured water all over you.

You were left speechless, jaw left open and frozen in place; the cold made your skin have goosebumps and your nipples hardened. At last, you tried to stop the laughing Mikey by throwing hands at the shower head but it was hard to, when ice cold water was flowing against you everywhere.

"MIKEY! Stooopp! Please-" You were still trying to stop him, whining, and finally after some other moments of torture he put the shower head back into it's holder. You heaved a sigh and it was almost out of relief, but then you remembered the fact that you're showering with him... naked.

"Do you always shower like it's the fucking south pole next street? Or did you just wanted to give me a cold welcome instead of a warm one?" You confront him and he turns to you fully and gives you one of his shit eating grins. You're keeping heavy eye-contact with him, it's almost like he's challenging you, but why does it feel like that? Why would he challenge you? Daring you to look down, examine him.

"Why not both? But yeah, I start with warm water then I switch to cold. You should've seen your face!" He chuckles and you're contemplating to give him a small smack, but you won't.

"That's weird y'know? Might be even more weirder then us showering together- I mean, who the fuck showers with their sibling at this age? Hm, Mikey?" And at that exact moment, his eyes dared drop lower then your gaze. It was a weird feeling, seeing him look you up and down, the look in his eyes different. He's not thinking of you that way right? Right?

Your gaze almost drops too, just to make sure he's not thinking of you like that, but you hold yourself back. Instead, you reach behind him for the shower head. Turning the water hotter and pushing some shampoo on your hair to wash it. You almost forgot Mikey was in the shower with you, when his hand stops yours at washing your hair, and he takes over when you let him. He softly massages your scalp along with washing your hair and it felt heavenly.

It was almost a fully innocent and sweet moment, but when he was done and he rinsed your hair out with the water he hugged you from behind, and that wouldn't be too bad- except. He was hard. His erection trapped between the two of you just like how you were trapped in the hug.

Not that you dared move, shock and disgust freezing you in place, paired with something else that you didn't even wanted to admit to yourself. Something dark that's always been locked up in your mind, now coming to surface.

"Mikey..." It was only a small whisper, a warning, but even you didn't know what for.

"Please, you've grown so much, you look so beautiful now, your body fully grown. You're my sweet little sister, so innocent and pure. You wouldn't say no to your brother, would you?" His voice rings in your ears as he holds you tighter, and you notice the way he's softly moving against your back, grinding against you; and his breathing gets shaky.

You shake your head no viciously, but you're still not fighting against his hold on you, a sick part of you likes this. Why is your body betraying you like this? You know it's wrong, you know that it's disgusting, yet when he starts to move harder against you, you can't help but lean into him. You shut your eyes closed and frown at the idea of really doing this, however you're already giving in to him, only a few more touches here and there and you'll be on your knees, sucking your big brother off.

"Mm Y/N- just give in already, I know you want it too. Please-" His voice is needy, and the way he says your name almost makes your knees buckle. This is way too much to process right now.

"Mikey, you're my brother, I can't- we shouldn't." Your voice cracks and you're noticing just now that you're crying. The small tears rolling down on your already wet face. Why are you crying in the first place? Is it because you don't want him, or the exact opposite and you're scared of yourself?

One of his arms leaves from where he held onto you, to caress your face, his touch so soft and light you thought it was just a hallucination. Yet again he moves against you, reminding you of what is going on, and the small breathy whine he makes, pries your eyes open. The sound sending a shiver down your spine, and it makes you wonder how his actual moans would sound like.

"Y/N, let me touch you- please, please ple-"

You take one of his hand and slowly lead it south, to your already wet opening. His breath hitches and you lean into his touch; you let his fingers explore your insides without shame. For a good second you forgot he's your brother, the way his fingers curl in an overly precise way, hitting all the good spots makes you whine just for a bit more; and you can't help but start riding his fingers on instant.

"Look at my little sister, she's practically riding her brother's fingers, such a good little sister. You make my dick so hard, I'm all worked up because of you, can you feel it? The way my cock is yearning for your attention."

"Ugh- mhm, yes I can feel it. But Mikey, we shouldn't be doing this..." A moan slips as he keeps hitting your G spot over and over as you're trying to speak. Your brain is telling you no, to stop this, but your body is craving more of this.

"But Y/N- I know you want it. You're already riding my fingers, just look at yourself. I'm your big brother, I know what you want better than any guy out there. Just please, let me do this for you." His voice is something you already loved, and the way he's saying these sentences into your ear whilst his fingers are moving in and out of you, it's just such an out of body experience as pleasure consumes you. His fingers stop right before you could cum though, he wants to hear you say it, and you feel like you might say it.

You're writhing with the duality of the moment, you both want to let him make you cum and run out of the shower because this is so wrong... But you have to decide; and you chose the latter. So you finally give in and just nodded for him to continue.

"Please- Mikey, let me cum... I- I need it, I need you." There, you said it for him, and... you liked it. However, he doesn't need you to say it twice, without further ado he goes back to fingering you. His pace a lot more faster now, building you up for orgasm.

"You feel amazing around my fingers Y/N... your tight little pussy is clenching around my fingers for dear life. Such a good little sis for me, aren't you?" His other hand lets go from your waist and goes to rub your clit softly, just to stimulate you more, now that you gave in completely.

"Y- Yes Mikey, mhm- awh, just let me cum... please-" You were desperate for that release by now. Desperate enough to reach back and wrap a hand around his dick. A whimper left him at the sudden friction as you stroked him once, twice.

"Y/N- if you keep doing that I'll have to fuck you, and we don't want that to happen. Do we? No, we don't. That's for late-" But that just encourages you to stroke him harder, stopping his sentence where it was. His hands stopped working too and that made you whine, at last you figured if you wanted to cum you can't have him between your hands.

"Mmm- Mikey, you keep stopping just before I cum... Okay, I won't touch you, just- Please." He gave your earlobe a soft suck and went back to fingering you, those long and delicate fingers, driving in and out, curling just when he knew he had to and his other hand rubbing your clit softly.

From all the build up already, it only took him a few more faster thrust until you came undone over his fingers. A shudder went through you and your sight went pitch black for a second, you cummed moaning your big brother's name in the shower.

Yet he wasn't near done, no, he kept going, overstimulating you until you begged for him to stop.

"Mikey, no! Stop- please, don't."

"What now little sis? You want me to stop? You were begging me to continue not long ago, why should I stop now?" He was teasing you, the motherfucker knew you were overstimulated. So you just grabbed his hands and tried to stop him.

"I already came, you're overstimulating me- Stooop." Another shudder went through you, and you felt your knees buckling in on themselves.

After he made sure you were really over the edge he pulled his fingers out and stopped. You leaned back into him, letting your body relax from the intense orgasm he made you feel. A few minutes passed by in silence as the water still flowed from the shower head. You gathered some energy into yourself and finished showering.

But when you left the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself, Mikey didn't leave. No, he stayed in there even after you dressed and left. You didn't know what he was doing in there, but you had the slightest idea that he was jerking himself off.

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dilatorywriting · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! So this is a request for the 4k followers thing and if it sounds like word vomit I apologize cuz I have no idea how to word this. Could I ask for prompt 10 ("I think we should go to dinner first.") with mc x azul? The scenario here is like that one twitter post that was going around awhile ago about how a falls first but b falls harder, with a being azul and how once he realizes his feelings he resigns himself to forever pining from afar bc he's convinced himself that any relationship between them would be doomed to failure since mc is from another world and would have to go home someday. But while mc is a bit dense when it comes to their own romantic feelings they've always been an upfront person and as soon as they realize they like him they kinda just,,,, barge into his office and say so, and I feel like the sentence prompt would be said by azul after a pretty intense make out session (maybe nothing spicy spicy but yeah) where at the end oh yeah he remembers he's a gentleman

Also after a bit of searching I found the twitter post I was talking about

Gender Neutral Reader x Azul Ashengrotto Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt 10: "I-I think we should go for dinner first."

[EVENT MASTERLIST]

Azul had been avoiding you.

Which was so strange and wholly out of character that the first few days of it went by in a weird sort of fugue. You hadn’t even noticed an entire week had passed in blissful, mafioso-free silence until you were heading to your Friday night shift at the Lounge and realized you hadn’t seen your favorite octopus even once. Normally the House Warden was fluttering around you like a scam artist to an old folks’ home. Poking, and prodding, and ‘ah, Prefect, I know you weren’t a fan of the last contract, but perhaps this one would suffice, hmm?’

And when you arrived in the little, employee-only locker room—still fully unbothered and not offered even a single opportunity to sell your soul—you wondered if maybe he’d gotten sick.

You were in the middle of taking some Savanaclaw student’s order when you finally saw him at all. Just a quick glance out of the corner of your eye to catch his shining, silver head of hair popping into his office. You smiled brightly and offered a wave. But Azul only went stiff and closed the door with a bang.

Which was…

Huh.

“Is Azul feeling okay?” you asked Jade between running an armload of drinks to a table of Pomefiore students.

The eel hummed and gave you one of those smiles that never really looked like it was meant to be a smile. “Our fearless leader is clinically sound.”

You frowned. Because that felt like one of the Vice Warden’s non-answers that he’d throw your way sometimes like a taller, meaner older sibling holding your favorite toy just out of reach.

“So he’s alright?” you pressed, hesitant.

“Oh, I never said that,” he chirped pleasantly, before ducking off to go catch the stack of plates that Floyd was in the process of juggling through the kitchen.

The bubbling panic popping in your gut was the worst sort of tummy ache. The kind that spread its miserable pain until it’d left your chest hurting, and head spinning, and something deeply wrong throbbing at the heart of you. Because Azul, despite his inherent tendencies to treat you like a particularly stupid pack mule, was still your best friend. The person you cared about most in all the world! Sure, he enjoyed bamboozling you and your fellow students, but, like he hadn’t done anything genuinely malicious in ages now! Like a paid hitman retiring into selling seedy vacation timeshares.

The idea of him just—just not wanting you anymore struck something horrible in you. Of finally realizing that the silly little human from worlds unknown wasn’t worth the wobbly pair of legs you were standing on. And it left you feeling small, and afraid, and—and—

“Oh? Are you feeling unwell, Prefect?” Jade called from somewhere behind you.

“Does Azul hate me?” you blurted out before you could help yourself.

The eel blinked his bi-colored eyes at you—slow and unbothered. Perhaps a bit surprised, if you had to put a name to the expression. Jade’s face was like that sometimes. An enigma. Like someone had wired him up just slightly wrong when putting it all together. On any other living creature, that sap-slow nonchalance would have certainly bordered on outright boredom, but you knew him well enough to know there was at least something else going on there.

“Why would he hate you?” he asked, equally dripping and slug slow.

“Because—!” you squawked, and waved your hands around your head. “Because!”

“I see,” he nodded. And then latched a gloved hand onto your shoulder and steered you back towards his boss’s office. He didn’t even bother to knock before wrenching the door open and shoving you inside.

Azul looked up with a start, eyes gone wide behind his glasses and jaw slack.

“What’s going—”

“The Prefect is on the verge of psychotic break,” Jade chirped helpfully, with a closed-eyed smile. “Please be delicate with them, hmm?”

And then slammed the door shut all over again. Leaving you alone with the guy who might have only very recently started to hate your guts. Or—or maybe he always had! And maybe you’d just been really, really dumb about picking it up! You wanted to scream. Or hide away forever. Azul looked like the latter was an exceptionally tempting idea, and you could see his blue eyes flicker around the room like he was looking for an escape route.

But the idea of him running away from you, that you’d never see him again—that he didn’t want to ever see you again—had something horribly enlightening clicking into place in your brain.

“Are you okay!” you asked, so loud it nearly rattled the furniture. And Azul flinched in surprise. “Did I do something wrong!”

“What?” he blinked, startled. “Of… Of course not.” He cleared his throat and stood carefully, making his way towards you in the manner one may approach a rabid racoon hiding under their porch. “Perhaps you should take a seat—”

“I can’t!” you cried, frantic. “Not if you’re upset!”

Another of those owlish, outright consternated bouts of blinking. “You can’t sit?”

“No!” you wailed. That prickling, hot, tight feeling nearly overflowing out of you. “Not if it’s my fault!”

His expression twisted up into something mulish and embarrassed, and he reached up to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a soft huff.

“…it’s hardly your fault,” he said, sounding so stupidly sad that you just wanted to—to—

“How can I fix it?” you tried, panicked. Because he didn’t want to be around you anymore, and you couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t!

Azul sighed, gaze shifting away yet again. He offered you a tight, little smile that felt like all sorts of lies. “It’s alright, Prefect. Truly. It’s just something…” he trailed off, that forced smirk twitching off his lips like he couldn’t help it. “Something I’m learning to live with, hmm? Nothing terrible, I promise.”

“You shouldn’t have to live with something that’s bothering you,” you argued, firm. “You’re the king of fixing other people’s problems. You’re more than allowed to use all those connections and stuff to fix your own!”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t really work like that,” he tried, awkward, and you steamrolled on.

“Why not?! You’re amazing! And fantastic! And I love you so much, and you should never have to be upset about anything. And if you’re not in my life for the rest of my life, I’d rather die!” you wailed, and gasped—clapping your hands together like the idea that had just blossomed in your skull was just beyond brilliant. “We should get married!” And then, to sweeten the deal, “Think of the tax benefits!”

“I—” Azul choked, going as red as a tomato. “Y-You—”

“—love you very much!” you finished helpfully.

He ducked his face into his hands, like he could scrub the blush right off his cheeks if he tried hard enough.

“Y-You can’t—” he spluttered into his gloves. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” you demanded. “It’s true!”

Azul’s shoulders hunched up like he was trying make himself very, very small. And then after a long moment of near hyperventilating into his palms, he finally looked back over at you from behind the shield of his fingers.

“You…” he swallowed. “You love me?”

You nodded, certain. Becauese what else could that warm, bright, all-consuming thing be in your chest be but that?

“You,” he said again. “Love me?”

“Yes,” you agreed, never more sure of anything than that. “And we should get married.”

Azul choked again and went back to hiding behind his fingers.

“Unless…” you started, trailing off as something horrible and unsure squirmed through your chest. “Unless you don’t want to, of course. It should be your choice too. Just because I love you, doesn’t mean you have to love me, y’know?”

“That’s not what I said!” he squawked, head snapping back up so fast he nearly knocked the glasses off his face. And then he went red all over again, all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was reaching up to pull the rim of his hat down over his eyes with a curse. “I just…” he began, muffled behind the fabric of his overcoat. “Maybe… dinner first?” he choked. “Before the proposal.”

“Oh,” you blinked, startled. “Of course. That makes sense.”

“That makes sense,” Azul echoed, sounding like you’d come up from behind him and walloped him with a baseball bat rather than just suggested a completely rational and beneficial mutual engagement. “I… I don’t know why I’m surprised at all.”

You quirked a brow. “Were you… expecting me to say that?” you asked confused.

This time he did look back up at you fully. Hands lowered, and the shield of his collar gone and all. The smile he sent you was small but so, heartachingly warm that it had butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“No,” he hummed, sounding impossibly pleased. “I really, really wasn’t.”

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fashionteahouse · 7 months ago

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Detonate - paul lahote x reader

You were happy. You were always a joyful person, but you felt complete with your boyfriend, Jared Cameron. You had a crush on him since forever and you were pleased to find out he liked you too.

He asked you out over lunch at a diner you liked to eat at and presented you with a “Will You Be My Girlfriend” dessert plate, with the help of the waiter.

You spent a lot of time together to the point where you began to build bonds with his little siblings. They looked up to you in a way and were happy about how sometimes you gave them advice or take time out to spend time with them.

Jared loved showing you off. His friends already gotten the idea of if Jared was coming, you were coming too. They didn’t mind, they were immune to how crazy you two were over each other.

Jared was particularly happier than usual this day, if that was possible, because his childhood friend, Paul, was moving back to Washington. He was living with his mom but after getting kicked out of public school, being sent to alternative school, and being kicked out of that, she figured living with his dad would help straighten him up.

Jared’s phone rings while you two sit on the couch in his parent’s lounging room. He gets up to answer so he doesn’t disturb you from watching your favorite show, which he agreed to watch with you.

He comes back in beaming announcing, “You know Paul’s over his dad’s house now. Are you coming?”

“Is it okay if I stay here? I don’t want to intrude.” You say to him. You were respectful or giving him some space, you wanted him to catch up with his childhood friend without being too much up under him.

“Are you sure? You know it won’t be a bother.”

“Yeah. I’ll meet him whenever things get settled better.” You promised.

He was reluctant to leave you there but your demeanor let him know that you were okay.

That following Saturday, Jared’s parents were going out of town. His siblings were over their grandparent’s house. He decided to throw a get together. Or a welcome back party for Paul.

You arrive with your best friend Leah and she brings her boyfriend of 2 years, Sam Uley. You liked Sam for Leah and you didn’t pay attention to the public’s opinion about him. They stereotyped him as a sketchy guy but they just didn’t know him. He always had piles of responsibility since a young age, so he was mature. Leah helped him by being his peace and he loved her for that.

It definitely wasn’t a small get together. You would’ve thought it was a new year’s party if it weren’t for it being spring time.

You couldn’t find Jared, so you decided to dance around Leah and Sam. They were too busy following each other’s moves. You didn’t mind, you just felt the vibrations of the musical waves and let yourself have fun.

You saw some familiar faces, chatted with them, and followed them into a smaller room where they were sitting, talking and smoking some tree. You didn’t do it often, just occasionally. You felt comfortable since you knew them, but you just didn’t know the one guy.

Grey clouds were evident in the smaller room and you guys were hotboxed in with the door closed.

“Okay. Shag, marry, kill.” a guy you knew from your own childhood said.

You roll your eyes and groan knowing this guy loves this game.

“Lay it on me.” You say.

“Aladdin, Batman….hmm…oh! Harry Potter.”

The guy that you didn’t know starts cackling loud. “Weird ass choice.” he says.

“This is why I can’t stand him. Okay…kill Batman, shag Aladdin, and marry Harry Potter.” you decided.

“Really? You would kill Batman? He’s a billionaire.” The guy who started the game said.

“Okay but he would stress me out. All of those gadgets in his house and I know Harry’s pretty cool. He can do magic.” you say and cough a little bit.

“Okay but fucking Aladdin is crazyyy.” The guy you didn’t know pipes up.

“Fine! What’s your pick?” you challenged.

“They’re all not my type so I’ll pass.” he replies.

“What is your type?” you inquire, you didn’t want to sound flirty but you were soft spoken because he had such a bold personality. It took the room like it was his.

“Definitely not Aladdin.” he teases and gives you a panty dropping smile. You swallow because your boyfriend is in the same house. You want to stay respectful.

You shift your eyes and tell the girl to your left that ran in the same circle of you and Leah, that it’s her turn.

She chooses to marry Batman of course, kill Aladdin and shag Harry Potter.

After some more teasing, you get up to use a bathroom and get some water for your cottonmouth. You see Jared and run and hug him.

“Hi babe,” he laughs then pauses and whispers, “You’re high?” You nod and shrug.

“You should’ve got me. I would’ve joined!” he says to you.

“I was trying to find you when I came.” you tell him.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, he looks over you and gets into a bigger smile and steers you along with him.

“I get to introduce you now! Paul, this is Y/N, my girlfriend I was telling you about.” he says and you realize the boy who matched your red eyes and teased you about the game, was in fact Paul.

You’re a bit caught off guard, but decide to shake it off since you’re sure that Paul must’ve didn’t know you were Jared’s girlfriend.

You politely smile, “It’s nice to match the name with the face.”

“Likewise.” he says and doesn’t dare to break the eye contact, as if he’s determined to win a staring contest.

“Come on. You want to dance.” Jared asks you, oblivious to the fact that Paul was close to eye fucking you. You nod with the quickness.

After your high was starting to come down, people started to file out, and the music was lower than when you came in, Jared was ready to wrap up the party. He was thankful that nothing was broken.

”You want me to help you clean up? It’s not a big deal.” You tell Jared.

“No it’s okay, just go ahead. I got it.” he tries to tell you, but you didn’t feel right leaving him to clean up a full house. There were people already helping so it felt only right.

You took two big trash bags to his garage’s garbage can. You spot the mini fridge down there and grab a water bottle.

“You mind handing me one.” a voice asks.

You slightly jump, startled, and drop your bottle out of your hands.

Paul picks it up and hands it back to you. “I’m not that scary damn.”

“I’m sorry it’s just I thought I was down here alone.” you say.

You had him a bottle and he makes sure to make contact with your hand and you pull your hand back and use it to open your drink to take a couple of sips.

“How long have you and Jared been together?” he asks.

“It will be a year this November.” you tell him, slightly smiling. He nods taking in the information and then looks at the label of his drink as if he’s researching something.

“Had to break up with mine before coming here.” he confesses.

“Oh really? Sorry to hear that.” you tell him.

“Yeah.”

“Have you guys considered like…long distance?” you offer.

“Well…I don’t believe in those. I share my love through touch.”

You nod and slowly make your way to the stair case that leads upstairs that leads to civilization.

The house is almost cleaned and you forgot that Leah and Sam were your ride back home. Jared’s parents took their car.

“Damn.” you whisper to your self.

“What?” Paul asks, you didn’t even know he followed you upstairs.

“Oh nothing, I have to call someone to pick me up.” you say softly.

“Paul can drive you home.” Jared says and looks at his friend.

“No! It’s no bother. I’ll just tell Leah or Sam to just come and get me.” you say to your boyfriend, but he just shakes his head and says, “You know damn well they left to get their freak on.”

“It’s alright. I’ll take you home.” Paul ends the conversation with that sentence and his car keys are now in his hand.

With Paul’s back turned, opening up the door to start his car, you give your boyfriend an affectionate smooch and promises to text or call him when you get home.

It was quiet in the car for a bit while Paul was driving. You kinda wish you were still high so the silence wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Once at a red light, he leans back a bit and looks at you.

“Are you a native to here?” he asked.

You nod your head yes and make a mhm sound.

“I don’t remember too much about being here when I was a kid. Just bits and pieces.”

“Did you like where you lived before moving back?” you ask.

He thinks for a minute before answering, “I mean..it was cool but hopefully it’s not boring here.”

“There’s plenty fun stuff to do here. Well.. at least for me. Everybody’s interests are different.” you tell him.

“Maybe you could show me around. Get me used to being back here.”

“Maybe.” and that’s all you said.

The ride was over and you thanked him for the ride.

“You’re welcome.”

He even waited for you to get into your house before deciding to pull off.

You did let Jared know that you made it back safe and after conversing, you knew that he couldn’t hang with you tomorrow because of work.

So, the next day, you decided to walk to your favorite hang out spot. Headphones in and all. No one knows about it, not even Jared, fearful of it being over saturated.

As you were walking, a familiar car comes into view. You pay it no mind at first but they honk to get your attention.

“Where you going?” You see that it’s Paul asking this as he leaned over with the window down and one hand is on the steering wheel.

“Just going for a walk.” you tell him.

“I can give you a ride.”

Damn. You didn’t want people to find out about your sanctuary. It was the only place you could be free in without worrying about people intruding.

“I’m good! Really.” You say and continue walking.

He doesn’t listen but just instead put the car into cruise mode and won’t give up until you huff and look at him.

“Are you seriously going to follow me the whole way?” You ask.

“I’m just trying to be a gentlemen. I’ll drop you off and leave you alone. How about that?” He tries to compromise.

You hesitate to get in the car and shut the car door. His car was clean and since it was daylight, you had a better look at it. The car’s aroma smelled so good and like him. You shake your head to forego unwanted thoughts. You had a boyfriend who you loved for christ’s sake. You’ll never forget this smell because it’s so unique and it fits him.

You tell him directions and he’s makes his way to the destination. It ends when a woodsy sight makes its way to the forefront.

“Here’s good. Thanks!” You say and fling the door open.

With furrowed eyebrows he looks at the sight before him, “It’s a dead end. There’s nothing but trees here.”

You just don’t say anything because you know beyond those trees, there is a sanctuary that’s waiting for you. You make your way to the through the woods and you don’t notice Paul turning off his car to follow you. He’s a stubborn person and he was nosey, he had to see where you were trying to go.

You notice louder footsteps and whip around to find him taking in the scene.

“Dude, you followed me?” you say in disbelief.

He shrugs and just stares at you, daring you to tell him to leave. It’s not like he was going to listen.

You make your way through the small trail and lo and behold, the swimming hole was right there before you two’s eyes. The blue water was glistening and almost glittering. That’s why you were so protective of this spot, the water was so clear.

“Wow.” you hear him say behind you and you look around to see him with a twinkle in his eye.

“So what do you do here.” He asked curiously.

You shrug, “Swim, read…sometimes just sit on the rocks and listen to music. It honestly depends.”

“Let’s go for a swim.” He suggests.

“Don’t tell anyone about this spot. I’ll hate you forever.” You warn while he’s taking off his shirt.

“You have my word.” He says like he’s taking an oath. He pulls his jeans down and he had basketball shorts on.

You take off your cardigan, which reveals your bikini top and peel off your jean shorts that reveals your bikini bottoms. You chuck off your socks and sandals and leap in with him in the water.

Cold and refreshing is an understatement. It feels like heaven. You feel oddly euphoric, maybe because you have company with you.

Paul comes up for air and shakes water off hair to get it out of his face. “I definitely see why you gatekeep this place.”

“Uh huh.” you say seriously.

“It’ll be our little secret.” He purrs and shines you a mischievous smile.

You look at him for a bit but dunk your head underwater. You swim and swim and come back up for air once you’ve made some distance.

You see him not in the water anymore but he’s sitting on a rock, lighting up a joint.

After he takes two hits he extends it so you can join in. You shake your head but he extends it again in a “come on” motion.

You swim over, sit next to him and one puff and you’re coughing. He’s laughing at you, “I don’t do that weak shit.”

It was good. The high felt better than the high you felt at the party, you felt looser and more confident in a way. You two cracking jokes and swimming around until you two feel drops of rain interrupted the splashing session. You swear in another life Paul was a water bender the way he wouldn’t give you a break.

“Shit! Come on.” you say and make your way to shore and hurriedly put your things back on. Paul doesn’t care to put his shirt back on and just throws his discarded shirt and jeans in the backseat.

By the time you two made it in the car, it’s pouring down raining. Paul turns on the windshield wipers as fast as they can go. He makes his way back to normal road. You two glance at each other and giggle like little children.

“That was..”

“Crazy?” you finish for him.

He nods. After some time, you notice him going in a different direction.

“Actually you were supposed to keep going straight.” you tell him.

“I’m just letting you dry off at my place.”

“Someone’s scared of thunderstorms.” You tease.

“Ha, ha.” he dryly says.

His father wasn’t home. The air was cool and you two were just hanging out watching trash reality tv, not caring about the plot, but making fun of the people on there.

You go to crack one more joke but look at him this time, you see his eyes weren’t on the screen, they were on you. It was like he had a mission in his eyes.

“What?” You start to ask and when he didn’t say anything you touch a spot on your face and look down at your hand, wondering if there was something on your face.

He still doesn’t say anything but lifts your face up with his finger and leans in. You’re too stunned to move because you don’t know what he’s gonna do but in the back of your mind you have a feeling.

The kiss was so different than Jared’s. Jared was gentle and almost careful. The way Paul kissed you was like you were already his woman. He kissed you like he worshipped you and your soul. It left you breathless and feeling tingly. He let go of your bottom lip with a soft pop and you looked at him face, completely in awe.

Then reality hits you. You just cheated on your boyfriend.

You quiver your bottom lip and put your face into your hands, too ashamed to look at him.

A sniffle makes Paul put his hand on your back and asks you if you’re okay. You just shake your head.

“Was I that bad?” he says. You had to hold in your laughter because it was far from bad. It was so good, you almost wanted to hop on him.

You reveal your flushed, emotional face and quiver out, “I’m the worst girlfriend ever. I have to go.”

You turn to leave out but he grabs your arm.

“Hey, it’s still raining out. At least-“

But you don’t care. You yank your arm out and you don’t care that he’s calling your name. Right now you hated Paul’s guts. You don’t care that you had to walk 30 minutes in the rain from his house to yours.

Your clothes are completely soaked and you peel them off and shower. You know you’ll be sick as a dog the next day.

Jared called you an hour ago. You start to tear up all over again and decide to sleep off your misery. You hated yourself for kissing him back and enjoying it.

The next day, you wake up, your throat is a bit scratchy but not too bad. A cough drop will do the trick. You see a text from Jared.

Jared: “I tried calling you yesterday day but you were probably sleep. When you get this call me.”

Your heart is pounding so hard you can hear it in your ears. You nervously press on his contact and he answers after two rings.

“Hello?” he says.

“Hey.” You reply.

“I’m coming to pick you up. Be ready.”

“I don’t think-“ you start to say but he wasn’t having it.

“Come on! I miss you. We couldn’t hang yesterday.

You finally agree and he’s so happy to see you. The only thing that keeps replaying in your mind is what happened the previous day. When he greeted you with a kiss, it felt nothing like it did with someone else.

You two are lounging about in his bedroom when you finally get the balls to want to make things right.

“Jared.” You start.

“Yeah?” he says.

As soon as you open your mouth, a doorbell rings faintly.

“Hang on. Hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

You sigh to yourself in defeat.

You hear happy chatter going about and realize the person who was outside of the door made their way inside of the house.

The person you did not want to see enters Jared’s bedroom behind him and you felt like your heart dropped.

Jared sits back in his spot on the bed with you while Paul flops in Jared’s gaming chair.

“What were you gonna tell me?” Jared says and looking at you.

“Uh..I forgot.” you say dismissively.

You catch Paul looking at you with a knowing look on his face. It kind of pisses you off.

Jared moves from his spot and puts a game disc in and two controllers now occupy both of their hands.

“I think i’m gonna head out.” You say.

“What? You just got here.” Jared says.

“Bet you can’t beat me.” Paul says. The game is on the try again or pick another character display and Jared snickers and offers you his controller.

Not trying to make anything more weirder than they are, you decide to just give it a shot.

You win, leaving Jared boasting and teasing Paul. Paul just passing it off as beginners luck.

You let them two play and eventually Paul wants to go home. Jared goes to the bathroom.

“I’ll drive you home.” Paul offers.

“I’m good.” you say too eagerly.

“We need to talk.”

“Talking’s the last thing we should do.” You say.

“After this talk, I’ll leave you alone.”

Jared comes back in and Paul volunteers to take you back home and Jared has no problem with it. Kissing you goodbye, you and Paul made your way into his vehicle.

Once he leaves Jared’s block, he begins to talk.

“Look I’m sorry for what I did. It was pretty shitty….The last thing I want to do is break you two up. So what I’ll do is, I’ll tell him I kissed you and you pushed me away and that away he won’t be mad at you.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I can tell him what really happened. You don’t have to cover for me….Why did you do it?”

Silence happens for a beat and you almost regret asking him.

“I just…i don’t know…I like you…and it just happened. You didn’t even like it and I just feel more horrible.”

Was he joking? Did he actually believe he was..bad?

“I liked it.” you whisper but recover yourself, “But I’m devoted to Jared.”

He accepts this.

“Can we be friends?” He offers.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“If you’re going to be around him, I’ll be around. I don’t want any animosity between us.”

You think silently for a long moment.

“We can be…friends…I guess.” you decide and almost missed his grin.

He drops you off and you feel like you’re in a daze. You wanted to kiss him again. You almost wished he kissed you again. But, you know the consequences.

The following day, you wake up to Paul messaging you on a social media site. You two chat and it’s friendly like he promised.

A couple texts turned into full back and forths. Months passed and he doesn’t pursue you again. He even brought a girl to the double date with you and Jared. You felt yourself get jealous. You felt silly for feeling that way.

But your jealously is pushed to side when Paul starts to make comments through texts, making you giggle.

Things were starting to die down with Jared and he begins to notice.

You two sat on a log at the beach with cool wind blowing you two’s way.

“I don’t think it’s working it out.” Jared says to you.

You did feel sad. He was your first boyfriend.

“Is there a way we could..maybe work it out?” you ask him. You did care.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to force something that’s not there for us you know? I’d rather be honest about it than bottle it in and be an asshole to you, you know?”

You nod and you two just sit there, looking into the sunset, still holding hands.

Later that night, Paul texts you again.

He shares a picture of a movie he wants to go see that just came out in theaters. He asks you.

You: I’m not sure. Me and Jared just broke up :/“

Paul: Shit i’m sorry to hear that.

He sends another one.

Paul: Was it because of me?

You: Nah it was mutual

He doesn’t reply after that.

You wake up the next morning to him text you.

Paul: what’s your number? I hate texting on here.

You give it to him automatically before realizing what you were doing.

You two text nonstop until you finally agree to go to the movies with him. He picks you up and buys you both tickets. To compensate him, you buy whatever snack he wants of his choice.

After the movie, you two slowly walk back to the front, joking around and talking about the movie.

After he pulls up to your house, turns to you.

“I really meant it when I said I like you.”

You don’t know what to say to that.

“Can I kiss you again? It’s like you’re addicting.”

You glance at him and blindly nod your head as if you were in a trance.

He makes his move. Leaning in, leaving you breathless again. This time you both are holding each other and there’s no regret.

“You were never a bad kisser.” You say after you two catch your breath.

He smiles a confident smile and says to you, “I know.”

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bluecookiesareneat · 2 months ago

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Premise: Percy accidentally time travels (idrc why just because) and goes to the late 1930's where there are still Big three kids at CHB.

I woke up in my bed in the Poseidon cabin, which is how I wake up most mornings, some of which are even mornings in which I don't almost die. Today was gonna be a nice normal day.

Yeah that's what I thought. That was until I looked up, above me was a black and white picture of a boy, who looked about 14. I was confused, is this some sort of weird prank, I thought. Who the heck would want me to wake up to some random kid's face. Then I looked down at my arms, and noticed I had been cuddling a mermaid plushie. Ok, something is definitely off.

I sat up and looked around the room, Oh wow, this is getting really strange. My cabin looked, like more than one person lived in it. There were clothes on the floor, bags hanging from the chairs, a few swords, and even a couple tridents leaning against the walls. I looked back at the clothes, they definitely weren't your modern day camp half-blood garb, in fact, they looked straight out of those world war 2 propaganda videos.

Wait.

Oh.

I might not be as smart as Annabeth, but I can tell when something fishy is going on. It all made sense. Somehow someway, I was in the past. I was in the 30's before the Big three where banned from having children. The fates hate me, notice how I used present tense, because it is a continuous hate.

I had always been somewhat of an outsider, even in camp half-blood, you see legally not being allowed to exist has that effect. I had come to terms with that, I had to stay in a cabin by myself, and eat meals alone in exchange for not being blasted into smithereens by a lightning bolt. Sure I have Tyson, who is the best half-brother cyclops a demigod could ask for, but I never really got the cabin full of siblings experience.

I had wondered, before, what life would be like if I was born before the ban, If it would be better, or even worse. But I was content where I was, with my friends, and Annabeth, just living life. Now for some weird reason I was about to experience the full CHB package. I won't lie to you and say I wasn't a little excited, I could finally meet some of my siblings who weren't monsters, villains, deities, or horses (don't ask), just regular, normal half bloods.

I walked out of the cabin and up to the mess hall, I was pretty sure it was breakfast time so everyone should be there. I made my way up the hill when I was stopped by Chiron, who looked a tad bit confused at this random kid who was on his way to breakfast. "Who might you be, young man."

"Uhh," I replied (witty, I know) "My name is Percy Jackson, sir," I figured why lie, it's not like he's gonna know me.

"And how, did you arrive at this camp."

Ok, maybe I should lie now. "I was chased, by a creature, It was huge, but as soon as I got close to the Big blue house over there, It stopped, like some sort of forcefield or something."

"Ah, I see," he paused, deep in thought and then continued. "Well, then do you know what this camp is then Mr. Jackson."

He then gave me the whole Greek Myths are real spiel, and I pretend to be surprised, that was until I remembered how old I was. It's almost unheard of for Demigods to make it past 13 in the real world, without somehow finding their way to camp, even more so for a child of the Big Three. Monsters can smell demigod, and as I have been told I reek. So I acted as if none of this was a surprise to me, like I'd been fighting monsters since age two. It wasn't really that hard to pretend considering that was true.

"... and so your godly parent may or may not claim you, so until then you'll be in the Hermes cabin" Chiron explained a few more things as he took me to the mess hall and sat me at the Hermes table. All the kids were introducing themselves and being really nice, but I wasn't paying much attention. My eyes were focused on the Poseidon table. At it were seated 6 kids, it looked like they ranged from ages 8 to 19. They all had some combination of dark, hair, green eyes, and tan skin, they all looked, well, like they could be related to me.

One thing I didn't think about were the other Big three tables. both the Zeus and Hades tables had campers seated at them as well. The Zeus kids where all very fit, looking strong, tan and regal. Surprisingly enough the Hades table wasn't lame and emo (cough cough Nico), Instead it was full of laughter.

I had to do something to get myself claimed, I didn't know how long I would be here for so I knew I had to find a way. After breakfast It was time for activities, I had to shadow the Hermes counselor, who was painfully similar to Luke Castellan,

"Well," he said, "What do you wanna start with, we have archery, craftsmanship, sw-"

"Kayaking," I cut him off. I knew exactly what I needed to do.

"Are you sure you don't wanna do something more exciting, we have a lot of fun activities that you wouldn't find at regular summer camps."

"Nah, I'm good with Kayaking."

PART 2 OUT SOON!!!

#pjo #percy jackson #pjoverse #riordanverse #percy jackon and the olympians #hero’s of olympus #pjo fandom #annabeth chase #heroes of olympus #pjo fanfic #pjo time travel

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candeathbereal · 1 year ago

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Small Astro observations

-Sun conjunct ascendant in synastry is an odd moment for me. Mostly cause as a Leo rising I have met some Leo suns and I have no bad blood for them. It just feels weird because most times the Sun person will mimic the ascendant person in some way. From what I’ve noticed at least. Maybe my Uranus being in my seventh house has a mild affect because Aquarius is all about uniqueness or something along those lines. So naturally I can enjoy the idea of someone doing/acting similar to me but not enough to make a bond with a person. Idk it feels odd for me at least. Other people enjoy it though but maybe it’s just my ego talking idk.

-Pisces suns from what I have seen have either sleepy eyes or something distinct about their teeth. Some people have said that Pisces have fish teeth but that isn't all they can have. Idk I've noticed that most Pisces I have met can have fish like teeth but overall their teeth just has something distinct about them. For instance, my dad has almost no teeth but still chooses to eat steak and all that even though it doesn't seem that easy for him to do. I also think it's the Taurus moon and mars that adds to his stubbornness. You could read this observation for either tropical or sidereal since I've seen the same with some Aries suns (tropical). I myself am an Aries sun but Pisces sun in sidereal and I have a lazy eye and some interesting teeth imo. Mostly cause I have two sharp teeth kinda where you would see vampire fangs but I have a similar moment with two bottom teeth like directly below my other two teeth. There is just a odd sharpness to them that my other teeth don't have. Plus I have always had problems with my teeth to the point that apparently at the age of 12 I had to get most of my back teeth removed (they were baby teeth so they grew back).

-3rd house synastry creates more of a sibling like bond with a person or that person could remind you of one of your siblings (depends on you I guess idk how many siblings people have so yeah). Whereas 4th house synastry has more of a likelihood to remind you of a general family member as opposed to one of your siblings or just a sibling in general. I've noticed that 4th house synastry causes an emotional comfort where you can talk about your trauma or just childhood in general with someone one, but 3rd house synastry is more like a weird assumption that you don't really have to talk about that because somehow it is just accepted that you know it. Again kinda like a sibling moment cause most times you don't have to have deep talks about your childhood with your siblings (at least for me most times). Funnily enough I have fourth house synastry with both my sister and one of my brothers (I have my moon in my sister's fourth house whereas my brother has his moon in my fourth house), so we do have those talks about our trauma and such. Honestly I have always felt more close (emotionally) with them than my own parents. It's an interesting bond for sure for me. I feel very lucky that I have that bond with my siblings.

-6th house synastry is a moment to live through because it can manifest differently based on the planet. I think moon in sixth house causes the most mixed reactions to each other, because the sixth house is all about routine and service. So the moon being there causes a emotional bond for each other through service towards each other. Although it does depend on other aspects of the synastry most times it's a mutual I help you you help me kinda vibe to it. I think it can work out but both parties would have to have some level of emotional maturity or even just a lack of Pluto influence. It's not like it can't work out with Pluto influence but it just would take a lot more work since Pluto is a little cunt who likes messing around with shit so the emotions get fucked around with the most. I can't blame Pluto too much for it since it is a planet all about transformation and obsession and people can control their own actions. Take what you can from what I said.

Anyways I haven't posted in a while so I figured I'd do that real quick cause it would feel wrong not to. I would love to hear you guy's thoughts on this or even anything at all. Feel free to message me for any questions you might have. I can't guarantee anything great or even smart. A veces no tengo sentido. Todavia estoy aprendiendo espanol asi que pido disculpas por mi mal espanol

#astrology #astrology observations #astro #astro observations #astro posts #3rd house syanstry #astrology synastry #synastry #pluto #4th house #3rd house #6th house

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coffee-b · 2 months ago

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so the years spin by and now the boy is twenty / though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true there'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty / before the last revolving year is through

i have been churning this one out for WEEKS and i am so so happy to say it's done!!!!!

i'm so happy to have been able to sit and meditate on how arywin would change!! and how to represent the ways they've been influenced by the people around them, and how their culture has both hindered and enlivened them, and. i love them!!!!!!!!

id in alt text, and individual pieces/my thoughts behind each one under the cut

get ready for a million thoughts

age 20: their ears have already been pierced with the irremovable crests of their family. their outfit is meant more for play than any other outfit they have, but it's still covered by a largely ornamental robe. they're already being made to keep quiet and still.

age 55: i thought the lute being too big for them was cute :) their uniform is based off the uniform for christ's hospital, which hasn't changed in abouttt 500 years? the skirt hasn't fully closed off yet, they still have some room to move their legs. their school is in the middle of the woods, intentionally very hidden, and a way the students (yknow, the future of the nation, their most precious resource) keep themselves safe by staying out of sight. the gold is their family's signature colour!

age 75: their hairstyle is just straight up stolen from their brother! they wanna be just like him! and if you zoom waaay in, you'll see they've already got the facial scar from his "fencing lesson" to them, right over their eyebrow! :) there's a tepidity in their instrumentation; they didn't choose to play the lute and, as adept as they are at magic, there's a block in trying to channel it here.

age 104: this is the design i revisit the most lol, but i did throw in that ornamentation on the skirt just for kicks. their magic is wrapping around themself, kind of protective. one of their siblings did convince them to cut their hair (it's not traditional but it's fashionable and rebellious!), but arywin's kind of a baby about rules and they only committed halfway.

age 106: this is where it gets fun!!! they've fully cut their hair - symbolically cutting off their past and their history - but haven't committed to ridding themself of their family's crests. their skirt is looser, and you can actually see some of their leg where they've hitched it up! the laurels have become much more wild and natural, and they're sort of mimicking the appearance of antlers, as a reference to their grandparent (who was an eladrin, and had all the weird, animalistic, floral stuff going on!). i like to think the laurels are magically alive :) their cape mimics a viceroy butterfly, which has been their symbol for a minute now. hanging off the bow is their grandparent's crest, which is more or less the shape of the modern one but notably not made of gold. aaand the magic they're casting is channeled through their new lyre, but it isn't coming from the lyre; they're fully a bard/sorcerer now, and their magic is internal, and it's stronger for it.

???: they've cut out the crests of their family, and they've left their ears scarred and notched for it, but! it isn't a rejection of their heritage! they've picked up the affectations of the eladrin: the forms on their clothing are softer, more flowing, more wild. their instrument has shifted again to a crwth, which brings them closer to their eladrin heritage than the lute or the lyre (yeah the eladrin here are based on wales!!!). the dragonfly cape also comes from their grandparent, and they've grown their hair out again to symbolise building their own history. i'm really fond of them, once they've shed the prison of elvish nobility, really learning about and loving their eladrin-fey-elvish-refugee heritage. i think they become a poet that publishes in sylvan :)

#dnd #dnd oc #original character #dnd 5e #art #illustration #srb #high elf #artists on tumblr #dungeons and dragons #bard #sorcerer #wild magic sorcerer

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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I saw your requests open, so i decided to send in a request of my own before they close again <3 I'd like to request, Lilia Vanrouge, Ace Trappola, and Azul Ashengrotto with your self-aware au, if thats okay. My request is a GN!Reader who is the twin sibling to the overseer, who isn't that invested in the game but sometimes watches their sibling play. more on the platonic side too if thats okay!

You have every right to decline this request.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, family problems, unhealthy relationship, obsession, implies kidnapping, violence

Ace Trappola/Azul Ashengrotto/Lilia Vanrouge-Twin sibling of the Player (PLATONIC!!!)

What a great day! The Overseer has blessed the world with their presence again!

The birds are chirping, it feels like it’s much easier to take care of the flamingos and even the hedgehogs are-WHY ARE THERE TWO OF OF THEM??!

Ok, the guy is just flabbergasted

There was never any talk about there being two Overseers

But wait, no. They aren’t the Overseer. You just look a lot like they were cloned

A bit of a different nose, the voice is also much different…

So… otherworldly being are also capable of having twins. Why does this suprise him so much?

It is a bit weird for him in the beginning

But over time he gets used to them and even wants you to be there

Why? Well because he is just a nice gu-he just wants bonus points

Imagine, your twin thinking that he is an awesome guy and telling them how great you think he is

That was the plan at least, now he geniunely cares about you (in a platonic way)

It’s as if you were adopted only that Ace is a lot more ready to use violence compared to what he would do if his older brother was the one should something ever happen to you

This guy is protective. People talk how boring you are in comparison to your twin? Deuce had to hold him back to beating them into… red messes

Sometimes he would also be grocery shopping for the dorm, see something and ask himself if he should buy it for his sibling on the other side of that seperation

Five seconds later he has to hold back a scream because he realised that he sees you as his own sibling

Yeah, safe to say that you just got a brother. A brother capable of a lot of violence should someone be the slightest bit rude to you but still a brother

Ah so, a twin?

Unlike Ace Azul is very chill with there being someone who looks like the Overseer

How nice, family fun… wait why aren’t you interested in them?

Azul wishes that you were even the slightest bit interested in the game

But no, you just watch your twin whilst stuff goes down here

Is this world not good enough for you?

Like a doting older brother he will try to correct things for you but… you aren’t the Overseer so there is not really something he can do…

It's suddenly like he has another reason for trying so hard other than his past and the Overseer

Now now, he can't be a bad brother, right? So everything needs to be perfect

Heartlabyul student number 36 suddenly feels chills going down his spine after he had said something in a dialogue that had bothered you

Azul doesn't even think about what he could get you when he is going out

No, he has more money than most students so when he sees something he just buys it

Of course not always, he also has to look out for the numbers on his bank account

He is very curious about you so he immediately starts trying to find out more about you like what you like, dislike, so on so on

There is that nagging feeling however

Azul knows that he means nothing to you even though you are like a sinking to him

So what does he need to do so that you at least notice him?

Floyd had never been so scared for his life before after he saw Azul threw that look in his direction

Octopus is a huge lump of muscles so I wouldn't be surprised that he once or twice crushed someones... breathing tube going down their throat out of anger and stress from wondering what he could do to make you his sibling

You know those religious moms that have a meltdown when someone says something against the foundation of their religious believes?

Yeah, Lilia is that mom just in male version

Whaaaat? TheOverseer has a twin? Are they testing him by showing him an illusion looking exactly like them?

Only after Malleus had a long, calming talk with him about his they don't really know that much about the Overseer despite them being their god

So after many emptied cups of tea and many sleepless nights, he finally accepts it

Whilst your twin governs this world you two share some banter and oh, how lovely it is

It almost feels like the old days when Silver and Sebek were much younger...

Congrats, if TWST had a reward system with funky names you would now get the notification of “Melancholy for the old days-how to make an immortal cry tears”

He definitely bursts into tears of happiness when he sees the two of you being so close

Ah yes, there were once those royal siblings which ended with one dead from his younger sisters jealousy, how good that the two of you get along

Those memories do get entangled with the sight of you two which makes him see you in a more “you-being-his-child” way

Your twin, no, he has studied too many scriptures to associate them like that. You though... you are more or less a new variable so...

How heartbreaking to see you separated from your true family, Silver and him

Malleus had a “wait what?” expression on his face when he heard Lilia cry about his lost child to him for the first time

Which led to Lilia telling Malleus that his child is on the other side of the two worlds and now there being preparations made it get that child back

Don't you worry, oh sweet child, soon you will be back by your fathers side, whether you want it or not

Oh he can't wait to introduce you to Sebek!

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xpastelsweetsx · 1 year ago

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Age headcanons for the batfam:

Bruce Wayne: 45-47 anywhere around there (kills the fact hes only a decade or so older than dick but also like?? No way bruce is in his 30s and no way dick is in HIS thirties) (do still find the fact there IS only a decade between them in canon hilarious tho) (he could be 37 but him being mid 40s is funnier and more dad)

Babs: 29!! So close to 30 but not quite. Shes actually like excited about being 30 tho?? Just vibes shes hype about it

Dick: 27, he just feels like a tired almost millennial. The appartment him and babs have?? If they break up they still have to split the rent- theyre that broke babes

Jason: 21- puts him at 13 when he becomes robin after dick leaves around 19- I also like the age dynamic between him and Tim being close in age- 4 years is a good “fought all the time til they both grew tf up” gap- talking from experience

Steph: 19. “Oh but that makes the age gap between tim and steph weird during their relationship” yeah well… the entire relationship itself was a bit weird and theyre so sibling/bi besties coded I dont vibe with them dating personally- you can tho <3 =)

Cass: 19. Self explanatory (StephCass my Love)

Duke: 17, him and Tim constantly give each other looks of “everyone around us doesn’t understand social media like we do” (say what you want you CANNOT replicate the tiktok fyp and slang of a high schooler, the minute you graduate something changes)

Tim: 17, forever, point blank period hes never allowed to vote. I think the fact that hes been 17 forever despite the fact damians aged a good 4 years is so funny tbh- i feel bad for him tho, low key being 17 is HELL save HIM AND ME!!!! PLEASE!!

Damian: 14, hes a freshman in highschool, he did middle school during covid, he knows all the fnaf lore and hes not ashamed to tell you ALL OF IT (hes an ipad baby idk how he was with the league but still he just is)

#dc #dc comics #dc characters #bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #barbara gordon #oracle #batgirl #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #tim drake #damian wayne #robin #red robin

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diangelofan · 8 months ago

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Life-changing

Put some prompts (Day 6: Facade - Captivate / Day 7: Change - Perceive) of @change-is-perceivable to make a pretty perciver one-shot!

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Percy Weasley was known as a lot of things, both at home and at school. Every possible combination of adjectives, he had heard it all before:

“pompous git”, “stuck up arse”, “stick in the mud”, “boring bloke”, “lady repeller”

These were all phrases he had heard when speaking about him, either in whispers or directly to his face (specially in mouth of unpleasant individuals, description that sometimes included some of his family, to his dismayed resignation).

At the beginning, it had angered him (a lot) the way he was perceived (no pun intended) by the people in his vicinity for things he couldn’t help. Yeah, so what if he preferred academic topics to Quidditch and thought spending weeks with his head buried in a book or perfecting his essays was an enjoyable activity?

That didn’t necessarily make him “bland” or “boring” or whatever name people decide on that day.

It just made him Percy Weasley.

What was so wrong with that? Why punish him for being different?

Thus, instead of retracting and caving to his peers’ criticisms, he just focused harder on said activities, constructing a perfect facade that repelled all comments (or at least it did so to the best of its abilities). And his hard work paid off: he was chosen a prefect in his fifth year and Head Boy in his last, and earned 12 OWLS (the highest amount among his classmates). Those achievements comforted him by showing Percy his efforts were valuable and recognized (he was worthy of praise) and helped ease the pain that those little comments inflicted in him (a life-saving shield from the death by those thousand paper cuts). When his mother praised him for being such a wonderful son and said how proud he was of him, insisting that his younger siblings take him as a role model (someone they should aspire to be), he felt almost happy (he made sure to always ignore his siblings’ replies).

That happiness, however, was just momentary. It didn’t compared to the everlasting joy he felt in Oliver Wood’s arms. Oliver had met him at the young age of eleven and was his best friend since all those years ago. Oliver, however, didn’t like him despite his “odd behaviour”, but instead was captivated by his peculiarities.

“Those are the reasons I love you, you know. I would never even think to change you.”, whispered his boyfriend in his ear when they cuddle in one of their beds (the constant reassuring really help Percy, whose head was sometimes invaded with dark, pessimistic doubts).

Their relationship was, sometimes, Percy’s only anchor, the only thing keeping him afloat in the mess of stress and anxiety he came close to drowning in a couple of times (or at least that’s how he felt):

After a day full of non-stop studying for hours or Prefect (worse later on as Head Boy)’s endless responsibilities (or at least they seemed like it).

After trying to keep his facade of being a perfect straight-O student who follows the rules to a T (or at least makes sure not to get caught breaking them) and tries to get other students to follow them as well.

Or after dealing with particularly nasty comments from his classmates or some teasing from family members (most of the time, the twins) about his weird and boring personality.

When he felt tired of carrying his whole world (on top of other’s expectations) on his shoulders and felt closed to crashing down, to giving up. That’s were Oliver became his sort of saviour (who needed a Harry Potter when you could have an Oliver Wood).

His boyfriend didn’t criticised him for his overachieving attitude; well, at least not in the same way other people did.

Oliver respected his passion for learning and his search to expand his knowledge. The two would spend hours in their dormitory, just talking about each other’s major topics of interest that week.

Oliver would rant about the disastrous decision that changing their Seeker had been for Puddlemere United. Percy would compared in great detail the value of Arithmancy and Divination in regards of which subject allowed for a more precise and accurate prediction of the future, citing different books as evidence.

Topics that their partner might have normally considered to be extremely boring were shown in a new and brighter light when they came out of the mouth of the person they loved. When it was explained in their passionate voice, it suddenly became the most important knowledge one could obtain at the present time (even if it did go into one ear and out of the other most times, let’s not kid ourselves).

It was just so fascinating.

While Oliver was used to having people with whom to discuss Quidditch with (sadly, not in as great detail and care as he did, but most wizards were big fans of the sport), Percy had spent most of his life experiencing either people attempting to understand what he was saying and getting bored and distracted soon after, or just telling him to his face to shut up (in nicer or meaner words, depending on the person). Now, whereas it be his boyfriend listening to him rant with the softest expression possible in his face and love-filled eyes (as if he were the best thing that had ever happen to Oliver’s life) or, in the most wonderful occasions, processing the points Percy made and arguing back or asking questions (the couple could have the best long and passionate debates one could imagine when their interests intersected, as was the case sometimes with chess techniques or quidditch theory/history)…

Having someone that would paid attention to him, and only him, treating his words as if they were made out of the finest gold…

Someone who cared about him enough to do his best and listen to him, valuing his every word.

Someone who loved him, not in spite of the characteristics others perceived as flaws but because of them (because it made him who he was).

Someone that sincerely considered him to be “the most captivating and charming human to ever exist” and “the most beautiful and sexiest Weasley” (all his boyfriend’s words, not Percy’s).

Someone who Percy could be his true self with, dropping every bit of his facade without fear because he knew he would always be adored unconditionally and never be asked to change.

Someone he knew would always be there for him to give him an encouraging word or a comforting cuddle when needed and who kept him grounded (as did Percy when their positions were inverted and his boyfriend was the one who needed it, which was specially the case after a match lost).

Someone who he could love and be loved by, heartily and completely.

Yeah, let’s just say (to put it lightly) that having someone like Oliver Wood in Percy Weasley’s life had been truly life-changing.

#changeisperce2024 #as soon as I found out about this I knew I just had to write some more perciver!#fanfiction #my fanfic #perciver fanfiction #perciver #percy weasley #oliver wood #percy weasley x oliver wood #percy weasley needs a hug #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter fandom

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