#could this be sign to change it into a male idk

[grabby-smitten]

Pinky promise Prt. 2

Subjects: Bunny Hybrid!Xavier x Human F!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Content: Hybrid AU, MDNI, smut, PiV, breeding, cunnilingus, dubcon if u squint, male heat\rut, reader has female anatomy, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, idk… let me know if i missed anything.

A.N: Part one is here! I think writing Xavier is so much easier than other lads… for me, at least. I believe that he’s a total sex freak and nobody can change my mind. Enjoy! 💋

On the fifth day, you walked in to pick up the tray of his lunch. You were gonna be in and out, it was the best for the both of you or at least you believed so.

Something felt off as soon as you stepped foot in the room. Looking around you saw his harness discarded in a corner and no sign of Xavier. Panic began to creep in, the eerie silence made goosebumps run down your spine as your eyes frantically zigzagged across the room in search of him.

Without warning the door slammed closed and the loud bang propelled you away from it. There, he stood with a hand still on the door. Xavier was all sweaty and disheveled, a crazed look in his eyes clouded the soft blue you knew so well.

He suddenly crouched and as fast as lightning he was in front of you.

Xavier took hold of your ankle and pulled, causing you to fall to the floor, but before you could scramble away, his grip on your leg tensed and you were being yanked towards him. The scream you meant to release died in your throat as a heavy body dropped on top of you.

As he pinned you down to the freezing floor, You felt the cold tip of his nose travel from your temple to the side of your face as he kept sniffing. Deep intakes of breath down your neck, the softness of his lips alternating with some pecks of his tongue. Tasting? Sniffing? Savoring? You were unsure at this point, overwhelmed with all the sensations raining down on you at once.

Observing the ceiling and the crown of his head, the dizziness decreased as your mind began to understand what was happening.

“Xavier, wait!” But he wasn’t listening. Not that he didn’t want to. It’s just that he couldn’t. The beating of his heart drowned every other sound. Your scent, your touch and everything that made you— you, clogged his senses.

You could hear him constantly whimper as he moved down your body. Scenting every bit of skin that crossed his path. His hot and humid breath fanning over your body.

Once he was content with what he was sensing, Xavier took no time to remove your clothes. Almost tearing them to shreds in the process. No controlled movements, just pure desire and instinct driving him where he needed to be. He saw the clothing items as just obstacles in his path and getting rid of them was the only solution.

His wild blue orbs gazed at your naked figure, sprawled on the floor. Instinctively, the rough pads of his fingertips grazed your nipples. That same curious touch made its way down your body, leaving a tingling trail after it.

As if he had snapped out of a trance, Xavier’s hands roughly moved under your asscheeks. Positioning where he needed you, he dived right into your center.

Xavier didn’t even know where he was going. He only you were calling to the deepest part of him to own, to take and to possess. He latched onto your core, swirling his tongue around, over and down your center. No pace or technique. Desperation in each of his movements as if he didn’t eat fast enough someone would take away his meal. And none was going to snatch you away from him. Ever.

Little nibbles on your clit got you dry heaving, choking on hair. Your hand on his damp forehead did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. His lips surrounded your bundle of nerves and pulled, sucked. he did the same with his front teeth. Pulling, desperately tugging. His hands holding you in place so he could keep bullying his head between your legs— as if that would get him any deeper.

Xavier was messy. burying his face between your thighs, biting your hips and any piece of skin he could latch on so he could draw out those little whimpers and sounds you made every time he did so. His spit and your juices dripping from his cheeks and nose to his chin and ending up on the floor. Sticking to everything; clothes, skin, you and him… both.

You were screaming incoherencies in no time, voice hoarse from the abuse to your lower body. Your throat burned, not knowing if to release or take in air. You didn’t even know where to put your hands, not wanting to hurt his bunny ears but needing to grip something, anything.

The sounds he made as he sucked your juices were obscene, grotesque even and it filled the tiny room completely. You had come already, not sure how many times since he hadn’t stopped once. He just kept and kept getting mouthfuls of you without thinking of anything outside of your taste.

Xavier got tired of not hearing more of your cries, your thighs constantly shaking and constricting his head, quieting your songs of ecstasy. So he decided to fix that. He positioned his forearms on your legs and spread you apart as his palms kept pushing your lower belly down and in place. Instinctively, you attempted to close them but you found such a task impossible. Xavier kept a death grip on your body, his tongue never stopping and tears began running down your face as it all became too much, too overwhelming.

You could feel the internal pressure beginning to build up again, Your inner thighs sweetly ached and the warmth of your release suddenly exploded with more intensity than before, making you scream and wildly buckle your hips on Xavier’s face. But he was unfazed, just tightened his grip and moaned as soon as your newly heated liquids hit his taste buds.

“Please, let me— fuck— let me fuck a litter into you,” he breathed his words against your swollen entrance, your brain barely registered the meaning after the high, but you numbly nodded anyway. Anything for your bunny, right?

And that’s how his first rut went on and on. Your body handled to his liking, pushed and pulled. You could feel his elbows digging at your back, pushing you down as his hips inevitably rutted behind you. Face down, cheek pressed to the icy floor as his erratic breathing fanned the nape of your neck.

flipped over by sweaty and stinky palms. your leg hiked up to his chest and forcing his leaking member down your soft velvety walls again and again.

Whimpers left your lips through the whole night as Xavier used you, filled your insides with his burning ropes of white. Scalding your dripping cunt as the few drops that escaped ran down your thighs, pooling on the floor under both your still joined bodies.

his human, his first safe human. After all, you promised.

“So it’s completely normal?” You asked Xavier’s doctor through a call. “Okay, I see. So that means he’s healthy… I— no! No! I’m fine! Yeah, thanks. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

Xavier looked down at the floor as you hung up the call with his doctor. Feeling a bit guilty about the whole heat thing from last night, but you seemed fine and more concerned about him than yourself.

“I’m sorry… I—“ but you didn’t let Xavier finish his sentence.

“No, no, no.” You surrounded him with your arms as you spoke, “Xav, hun, it’s okay. Didn’t you hear the doctor? It means you’re healthy and I… well, we both enjoyed it, right?”

“Right,” was all you heard from him but you have no idea the door you just opened for your bunny.

Six months later…

The languish licks were driving you crazy, but Xavier was taking his time. Head buried under your skirt as soon as you came home from work. He caught you at the entrance of your place, not even giving you a second to take off your shoes. You were pushed against the wall and your legs opened with no chance of denial.

Let’s just say that Xavier enjoyed his heats nowadays.

[imwetforyourmom]

whats wrong baby?

(if this does not fulfill your need please dont be afriad to tell me to re write it!!)

summary:

warnings: oral (male receiving), praising, stress, little bit of angst, kissing, swearing, sub!matt, fuck idk

hope you like lovely @luvsturns

alrighty, lets see what you’ve all been waiting for

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matt huffed as he struggled with getting his keys and unlocking the door to his home. his hands fiddled with the keys, searching for the house key.

once he had found the desiganted key he attempted to put it in the keyhole, he missed quite a few times and groaned in frustration.

he stopped his movements and threw his head back.

his brothers had been annoying him all day, constantly yelling and arguing. and it didnt help that y/n was moody this morning when he had left, she hadnt gotten the desirable amount of sleep and was quite cranky.

he positioned his hand so now it was definitely going to stick the key in the keyhole. once he had finally unlocked the door a sigh of relief came out of his mouth as he pushed the door open.

he took the keys out of the door, then shut it behind him and took off his shoes. he hung his keys on the rack near the door, then grabbed out his phone and started aimlessly scrolling.

y/n heard the door open and squealed jn excitement, she hadnt seen her boyfriend since this morning and she started a stupid argument before he left, so she felt quite bad and was looking forward to making it up to him.

she hurriedly got off the bed and walked quickly out of their bedroom and towards the living room, once matt was in her lane of eyesight she immediately greeted him “matty!” she exclaimed.

matt sighed and didnt look up from his phone, not even acknowledging the girl whom had a big grin on her face infront of him.

“matt?” she tried once again, again he didnt break contact with his phone and responded to her with an ‘mhm’ sound.

“matt.” her tone of excitement quickly faded aswell as her grin. she touched his arm to gain his attention, matt huffed and looked up from his phone.

“what y/n.” he groaned, clearly annoyed. he yanked his arm away from her grasp, y/n furrowed her eyebrows and scoffed.

“whats your problem?” she said, staring into his eyes. all her guilt from earlier suddenly vanishing.

“oh my gosh! nothings wrong y/n! just stop bugging me!” he raised his voice a tad, not yelling, but also not talking in an inside voice. matt threw his hands to his sides in annoyance.

y/n stared at him, looking all over his face for signs of either annoyance or pure stress.

his hair was ruffled and messy, bags under his eyes, his eyes droopy and skin a light pale.

“whats wrong baby?” her tone of voice was soft and gentle, understanding that matt was probably stressed and extremely tired.

by the change in her voice matt immediately felt bad and melted, her voice calm and soothing.

“my day was just really fuckin bad and im really tired- and stressed.” he spoke, his voice softening and his body relaxing.

“thats okay sweetheart,” she smiled warmly at him, she opened her arms, inviting him in for a hug. which he quickly did and wrapped his arms around her, immediately feeling at ease, but still slightly tense.

y/n could feel how tense matt was still, and smirked to herself, knowing he needed some other way of comfort.

she hugged him, before whispering in his ear “do you need more help of some sort?”, her hot breath hitting his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

he nodded his head and pulled away from the hug, then grabbed her hand and walked to their shared bedroom.

he opened the door and led her inside, then he quickly shut the door behind them and locked it.

y/n immediately took advantage of the situation, how she was infront of matt whilst he closes and locks the door.

she lightly pressed him into the door and interlocked their lips. matts eyes widened at her sudden dominance but quickly obliged and kissed her back, closing his eyes as he got more into the moment.

she ran her hands down his body, one going up to hold his neck as her other one found its home on his hip.

this weirdly turned matt on, his dick going hard and poking at y/ns thigh.

y/n obviously felt the poking, she smiled through the kiss before she moved her hand from his hip to palming him through his pants.

matt gasped at the sudden movement but quickly groaned and moaned right after. he pulled away from her lips and breathed heavily, throwing his head back he moaned out a small “y/n..”

she moved her hand away from him, he groaned at the sudden loss of contact before she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed.

she sat him down on the edge of the bed, then she sat on her knees in between his legs. she gave him no time to adjust to what had just happened before she was already running her hands up and down his thighs, crotch and waistband.

matt looked down at her and felt a red pile onto his cheeks, she looked so fucking good from this angle, her eyes filled with nothing but lust, her lips pink and plump from their previous kissing.

she moved her hand so now her fingertips were just barely under his pants waistband, she looked up at him, silently asking if this was okay.

he nodded and sucked in a breath once her cold fingers pulled down his pants and boxers, he lifted his hips up to make it easier.

she pulled his boxers down to his mid thighs, watching as his erection sprung out and hit his stomach, pre cum already leaking from the tip.

y/ns eyes widened as she scanned down his length, as if she hadnt literally seen his dick maybe a few days ago.

“fuck..” she muttered, taking notice how long he was and debating how much she could fit in her mouth.

“stop looking at it that way.” matt spoke up, suddenly feeling slightly insecure of how much she was just staring at his dick.

she looked up at him, then back down at his dick. she leaned up and forward some and opened her mouth, letting a trail of saliva slip from her tongue and onto the tip of his dick.

matt watched her actions attentively.

she used her palm to spread the spit down his length, immediately earning a whimper and groan from matt.

once she had it spread down his cock and on her hand she stopped her hand at the base of his cock and began pumping slowly, slowly gaining speed.

matt groaned and muttered out a “fuck”. he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

y/n took notice of this and grabbed his chin with her availabe hand, she moved it so now it was up properly and he was now looking at her. “look at me.” she spoke sternly.

matt felt his cock throb, he opened his mouth with his lips slightly parted and his eyes droopy.

“atta boy..” she praised, before finally leaning her head down and giving him what his body craved for.

she wrapped her warm and wet mouth onto the head of his cock, she swirled her tongue around the tip, adding pressure into the swirling under his head.

a deep breath left matts mouth aswell as a moan as she poked her tongue into the slit of his dick.

“y/n..- mmff- fuck-“ his speech was slurred and incoherent.

y/n slid her mouth further down his cock, before her nose hit his pelvis, deepthroating him.

matts mouth drops even more as a trail of moans and groans leaves his lips, “fuck, fuck, fuck..” he muttered, trying to keep his eyes trained on y/ns bobbing head, but finding it increasingly difficult as the pleasure he was receiving was becoming stronger.

y/n felt tears pool at her waterline as his dick continously hit the back of her throat. she gagged and coughed around him, but kept bobbing her head up and down his length, knowing this was definitely relieving some of the stress matt was feeling earlier.

matts hands went from his sides to the back of her head, entangling his fingers in the roots of her hair. he wasnt pushing on her head, just simply holding his hand there as in some sort of way to either comfort y/n, or to fulfill his aching desire to touch her.

y/ns hands found there way to his balls and massaged and played with them. (idk im a virgin help)

matt moaned out loudly from the sudden intense of pleasure he was experiencing.

she continued her actions, knowing this was driving matt closer to his high.

“fuc-!” matt groaned out, feeling his dick twitch in y/ns mouth, y/n knew almost immediately that he was close and she needed to either speed it up or make it 10x better somehow.

“im- fuck- ‘m close,” matts voice was shaky and breaking quite often. y/n hummed in respone, as she couldn’t speak even if she wanted too. her hum sent vibrations through matts body, only giving him more ectasy unintentionally.

this, this sent matt over the edge. his orgasm hit him like a truck, his vision having white specs of white and tears lightly swelling at his eyes.

matt let out incoherent sentences, as in a way to let y/n know he was cumming to the best of his abilities.

y/n kept bobbing her head, but quickly stopped and sucked all of what she could before matt whimpered and attempted to pull her off him by the grip he had on her hair. his sensitivity increasing by each movement she made.

y/n pulled off him with a ‘pop’ sound leaving her mouth. she wiped her chin of the spit that leaked from her mouth not too long ago. she stuck her tongue out and opened her mouth to show matt she swallowed all his cum.

matts eyelids suddenly felt heavy, he thumbs uped her before lazily and sloppily pulling his boxers and pants back up.

he patted the bed next to him, inviting y/n to lay by him, which she gladly took and laid down on the bed. she laid on her back, knowing what matt wanted.

matt sighed in content and laid his head into her boobs. he felt at peace and relaxed more into her, loving the way her breasts were like his own personal pillows. he mumbled a small and muffled “thank you” to y/n.

y/n smiled and started playing with his hair, lightly tugging and twirling his hair around her fingers. playing with it peacefully as matt fell to sleep, peacefully on her breasts.

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[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Like a Virgin (Cowboy reader)

(Touched for the very first time)

16+ please.

Description: An unsub is going after virgins. This puts Cowboy in a slightly awkward position. And the team find out.

Warnings: discussions of virginity (? idk how to word it??)

A/N: I kind of love this idea

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“This case is… slightly unusual,” Garcia said, "This unsub is going after male virgins."

"Ay, Reid watch out," Morgan teases.

Spencer blushes but replies, "I'm not a virgin."

"Oh yeah? Who popped your cherry, Pretty Boy?" 

"Your mum." Spencer quips, stunning the team into silence. You give out a low whistle as you slowly lean across and hold your fist out for a fist bump - Reid happily bumps fists with you. Since he had learnt about them, they had quickly become his favourite gesture (other than the peace sign – which Garcia was sure to teach him). He had seen it as one of the best ways to greet someone with minimum contact and it could be used as a replacement for a high five (something Spencer also wasn’t keen on) – so you had made sure to use them as much as possible with the kid so he felt included. 

“Is this Unsub targeting men that haven’t had the typical sex or sex all around?” JJ asked, changing the subject and clarifying.

“What do you mean?” Hotch asked as he turned to her.

“There’s more than one type of sex,” Reid chimes, “Penetrative and Non-penetrative. Most people when thinking about sex think penetration of the penis into a vagina, but there’s actually a variety of different ways for partners to have sex.”

Garcia nodded, “Okay, so the Unsub is only targeting those who have not have penis into vagina sex,” You were pretty sure you were blushing. 

When the briefing was over and Hotch called wheels up (which you still didn’t completely understand), you began to make your way over to your desk. You wait a while (five, maybe ten minutes) before you make your way up to the office with an empty file in hand. You wait nervously at the door for a moment in disbelief that this is actually something you have to do. God, this was embarrassing. The door’s open, so you give it a small tap. 

“Sir?” When Hotch looks up, you realised you have no clue how to say what you need to. You take a breath, walking into the office but don’t shut the door - otherwise the team would know exactly what you were doing right now. 

“I er, just want to let you know that, er- well you see, I've never- I'm a- when a man and a woman- I've never actually-”

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes sir?”

“I understand what you're saying,”

Relief floods through your body, “Oh thank god, sir.”

“Just make sure you're always with someone on the team.”

“Yes sir.” You answer with a nod.

You sigh as you head back to the bullpen, you knew you should probably make the team aware. God, this was going to be embarrassing. 

“Hotch said I didn’t have to tell you, but I may - or may not! - be on this unsub’s radar,” You said, scratching your neck awkwardly. 

"So you're a virgin?" Morgan asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

"That depends on how you're definin’ it." You responded.

“The unsub’s definition,” Morgan smirked.

“Then in that sense, yes.”

“You've never been with a woman?” Morgan asked in disbelief. 

“I've been with a woman.” You say.

“But you've never had sex,”

You smirk, “Morgan there's more than one way to be with a lady.” 

Morgan grins, “Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” You answer, blush forming on your cheeks.

“Like what?” Emily smirks.

“Just a variety of different ways,”

“Do we really need to be hearing about your sex life?” JJ asks, the faintest blush on her cheeks. 

“Or lack of,” Derek teases, high-fiving Emily. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” You say, pointing at the pair of them, “I think you’ll find my lady is very satisfied-”

“Ah, so there is a lady?” Rossi grinned as he joined the group.  

“Yes sir there's a lady, but I ain't kissin’ and tellin’,” You say with a smile.

Spencer looks at you, “Then why are you a virgin?”

“I'm saving myself ‘til marriage,” 

“Is that for religious reasons?” Spencer asks. 

“Nope, I want to wait for the right person.”

“Have you found the right person?” 

“I think so but I ain't saying nothing til she confirms it,” You said, you gave the team a cheeky grin, “So the only way I am not a potential victim is if I meet up with this stunnin’ lady I've been seein' and elope-”

“(Y/N),” JJ said, you turn to her, looking at her innocently. 

“Yes Ma'am?”

“We are not eloping,”

You smirk as the team’s jaws drop, “Yes Ma'am.” You said, “But Darlin’? You just told ‘em,” JJ’s eyes widened as she blushed deeply. “‘S a’right, I doubt they mind,”

“There will be paperwork,” Hotch said, “But I’m very happy for the both of you.”

“Really? There’s paperwork for stuff like this?” You looked up at him. When he nods, you shrug, “I don’ mind fillin’ in some paperwork for you Darlin’,” 

Morgan smirks, “But Cowboy, you hate paperwork.”

“Ah, but I love Miss Jareau.” You say, pointing to emphasise your point. 

[hopesangelsprite]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Battinson x reader

Warnings ⚠️: zero plot whatsoever, pure filth, mating press, overstim, male moaning/whimpering, dubcon maybe (??? Idk), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it bros), creampie obviously, marking if you squint

MINORS/AGELESS ACCS DNI

Protecting an entire city would take a toll on anyone, so of course some kind of stress relief would be on order. And if that someone was constantly sleep deprived, full of internal conflict, and said city happened to be Gotham... that poor soul had better found a damn good stress reliever.

That's where you come in, pinned underneath your cities' Vengeance for however long he'd keep you there. Night after night, sunrise after sunrise. Tonight was no different than any other except the fact that your broody boy toy had more of an appetite than usual.

Right now, all you can feel is him and all he can feel is you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder just how long he'd felt this way, just how much frustration he harbored within himself. But the drag of his member against your warm walls is enough to dismiss the thought completely.

"Fucking hell.", Bruce breaths into your shoulder at your clenching walls, "You're so good to me.". Butterflies invade your stomach, intertwining themselves with the stir of your orgasm. You're close to coming again for the nth time this session. Just what had he seen on those damp, dark streets tonight.

"Y-you mean it?", you whimper out as if he isn't fucking your brains into the mattress beneath the two of you. He groans and nods feverishly as his hand abandons your tits to grip the headboard that's banging loudly against the wall. "We're gonna be together forever, princess. Won't let anyone hurt you... just me and you.", he promises in that sweet voice of his. The sweetness of his words and the smoothness of his thrusts mingle perfectly enough to send you farther over the edge. You call his name as you continue coming.

And he talks you through it, praising you and whispering the sweetest nothings. He never misses a stroke, thoroughly fucking you through your orgasm and well beyond it. Your walls continue to flutter and your body feels scorching underneath his. The tips of your fingers as well as the palms of your hands buzz, a telltale sign of overstimulation. You mewl at the feeling of another orgasm building already. Then, his pace changes as he begins to lose himself for the first time tonight. This time you're unable to stop him.

"Fuck.", he swears as his hand leaves the headboard and grips the pillow next to your head. Bruce's face falls back into the crook of your neck and he audibly moans. You can feel the tension rolling off him in waves, the smell of his leather suit now completely masked by the smell of sex in the air.

His pace quickens and more curses fall from his reddened lips. You mewl and begin to squirm as the overstimulation starts to grow far too much. Though your brains have been thoroughly fucked out, you manage to beg, "P-please... I can't-". You cut yourself off with a loud wanton moan as Bruce's other hand slips between you from your other thigh to press on your lower abdomen. He feels so good inside of you it's unbearable.

Your moans spur him on as he presses a bit harder. "Need... need you to come for me. One more time.", he requests drawing a whine from you. "Can't, 's too much!", you whine as you feel your thighs shake on either side of him. He huffs as he presses again earning pretty sobs of pained pleasure from your puffy lips. "You can, princess, know you can. Said you could take it, didn't you?", he encourages in between pretty moans and you can hear his sanity slowly slipping away. Still, you protest once more.

He growls lowly as his hand dips lower to begin mercilessly toying with your swollen clit. You yelp as you reach between your bodies to weakly tug at his wrist. He's stronger than you so your struggling waxes futile. "Bruce-", you try to reason with him, "Too much!". He quickens his ministrations at your words and you cry out as you feel the familiar knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay... almost there, princess.", he whispers through labored breaths, "I'm almost there.". You want to tell him that you almost are too, but you can't seem to form the proper words. His grip on the pillow tightens, and the movement of his hips becomes jerky.

"Fuck, please I need it so bad... So, so badly.", he moans quietly, almost to himself, "please, please, please..". Hearing him completely lose his composure nearly throws you off the edge. The way he's begging damn near sends you into orbit. "Pretty girl's gonna let me cum inside, right? Please?", he asks and your heart swells with love. Who are you to deny him when he's asking so politely?

You nod as your vision fills with stars, "Yes!". He whimpers into your neck as his frantic thrusts signal his impending release. You begin to squirm harder, and his hand slides from the pillow to grip your hip. His hold on you is strong despite the soft sounds leaving his mouth.

He presses you farther into the mattress, and you're sure you'll have a bruise on your hip the size of his hand tomorrow morning. "Jus' a little bit more..", he trails off to bite at your hickey covered shoulder. "Need to finish, I'll be so f-fucking good to you... be so fuckin' good to my princess, promise.", his words slur together. With that, you come for the umpteenth time and he's not too far behind.

The both of you shudder with overwhelming pleasure, and weak whimpers of each other's names seem to be the only thing either one of you can articulate. Hot, thick ropes of his cum spurt into your spasming walls painting them white and filling you up so much it begins to leak out.

Secretly, you hope Gotham's streets keep sending him back to you even more needy than this.

[thealtoduck]

Sensitive

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: Superhero violence, attempted robbery, you don’t know Jason = Red Hood…

The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: After leaving a party someone attempts to rob you, which gives you a bit of a wake up call…

(A/n: Idk i just liked the idea of continuing the Jason x Silver St. Cloud’s son!Reader fic.)

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Music and drunken slurred farewells followed you out of the party venue. You waved your friends goodbye as they got into their cars and made your way down the sidewalk texting your chauffeur where to pick you up. You put your phone back in your pocket and tightened your coat.

You decided to take a quick short cut through an alley way which would turn out to be a mistake. Next thing you know you felt someone roughly grab your shoulder, a man then punched you in the stomach and threw you to the ground, the man standing over you then pulled out a switchblade and pointed it towards you.

”Empty your pockets” the man demanded. You quickly did as told and with trembling hands brought out your phone and wallet. The man snatched them away from you and shoved them in his pocket and moved to run away.

But a thud came from further down the dark alley and moments later the man had been knocked out. A vigilante wearing a red helmet standing over his body, the vigilante collected what had been stolen from you from the man’s pocket and then made his way over to you.

”You alright?” a muffled voice came from beneath his helmet as he reached out a hand to help you up. ”Yeah, thank you” you said grabbing his hand, he helped you to your feet but didn’t let go. ”Your hand is bleeding” he said studying a small cut on your palm.

”It’s fine, i’ll clean it once i get home but thank you for saving me” you thanked him. ”Okay, stay safe” he said and gave you your wallet and phone and let you pass him. You quickly made your way out of the alley before more trouble could find you.

Your chauffeur pulled up beside you letting you get in the passenger seat. He then drove you back to your apartment. Once you entered you changed to a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. You went in to the bathroom and checked yourself over. You only had the cut on your hand and some minor scrapes on your right elbow. You cleaned them and then went to bed.

When you woke up you dragged yourself out of bed and to the kitchen where you started making some coffee. While you did there was a knock on the door. You made your way over and opened it revealing Jason Todd. ”Morning” he said.

”Hey Jason, what are you doing here?” you said giving him a quick hug. ”Suprise visit” he stated and handed you a paper bag. ”I got us some croissants” he stated. ”Thanks, come in, i’ll pour us some coffee” you said and Jason came inside.

”What happened to your hand?” he questioned as he took of his shoes and jacket. ”Oh that… this guy tried to mug me last night and one of Batman’s sidekicks saved me” you stated pouring two cups of coffee. ”Really, which one?” Jason said.

”I don’t know there’s too many…” you said and then tried ”Red… Helmet?”. Jason looked a bit taken aback and said ”I’m pretty sure it’s Red Hood”. ”Oh, then why is he wearing a helmet and not a hood…?” you countered, which left Jason at a loss for words as he took a sip of coffee.

”I don’t think i’d describe Red Hood as one of Batman’s sidekicks, i think he’s got his own thing going on” Jason stated as you gave Jason his croissant and then took a bite of your own. ”But he still wears the bat sign on his chest plate… so he kinda is” you added which left Jason silent again.

”Whatever” Jason said grumpily, eating part of his croissant. You ruffled Jason’s hair and saying teasingly ”Sorry if offended, Red Hood’s number one fan”. Jason smiled and wrapped and arm around your waist and uttred ”It’s okay”.

You sat down besides Jason and said ”Yesterday made me realise something too, i want take self defense classes, in case someone tries anything again which probably will happen cause this is Gotham”.

”Really… Is Y/n St. Clould gonna become a vigilante now?” Jason joked, you gave him a look and asked ”You don’t think i could do it?”. Jason didn’t know what the right answer would be here so he tried ”I-Uhm sure… but i don’t want you too because you could get hurt”.

”Good save” you said but added ”If you’re ever in danger though Jay, i would become a superhero so i can save you”. Jason smiled and said ”How about you stop by the manor later? I could teach you some boxing stuff?”.

”Sure” you answered and then realised and questioned ”Since when do you know boxing?”.

[babybulbasaur920]

What Twisted Wonderland characters can say 🚬 the bad word for gay

(Inspired by Blake Jennings YouTube series)

Riddle: was probably taught to think it, cuz his mother gives me huge conservative vibes. Can theoretically say it, but you could not waterboard it out of him

Trey: I’m sorry, come for me if you must, but no. That hat is strictly for Reddit straight people. Like he most definitely has some “Live, Laugh, Love” sign in his room. Big ally though

Cater: can say it. Is the type to say it to your face and you think “did- did he just call me a slur?” And you realize five minutes later he’s bi

Ace: cannot say it. Not because he’s straight, because he used up his quota in middle school

Deuce: can definitely say it, but doesn’t because no one told him he could. Like Riddle, you could not waterboard it out of him

Leona: definitely can say it. Maybe. Gives me “normally straight but whatever happens after some drinks happens” vibes

Ruggie: look, I honestly am not a fan of him, but twink with a Everest level high voice. He can say it

Jack: eh, I’m on the fence

Azul: octopi are gay as hell. He can say it but won’t because this businessman is way to smart to alienate 94% of his classmates (victims)

Jade: eels can change between gender. He can say it. Doesn’t say it, because he’s a proper gentleman

Floyd: can say it. Doesn’t know it’s a slur, and laughs when you tell him. What, are you gonna stop him?

Kalim: no straight guy wears that much jewelry and is that obsessed with his “best friend” (Jamil, when I catch you😠). Can definitely say it. Doesn’t because Jamil told him it’s a bad word, doesn’t realize he is one of those for whom it is not a bad word

Jamil: girlboy swag. This bundle of pixels is like, right in the middle of the male and female gaze. Calling his classmates that word under his breath is how he gets through his day

Vil: yes. Without a doubt. But would he, is the better question

Rook: fuck yes. Like Vil, he wouldn’t say it, but it you pulled his hair and call him it, he may cream on the spot

Epel: can he say it? Debatable

Does he say it? Probably

Idia: sorry, have you read his ceremonial robe vignette? Boy is the general of the bisexual battalion, he can say it. For some reason it does sound really hateful coming from him though

Ortho: I plead the 5th regarding if this underage child can say it, lest I end up on Fox News. If he did, I feel it would be like if Hello Kitty said it. Like, would you really be mad? He’s bby

Malleus says it, but as it’s original definition as in, a bundle of sticks. He can say it in the gay way though. Bro gives new meaning to the word “dragon fruit”

Sebek also only knows it by the stick meaning but if he finds out it’s a slur, he would never say it again. I think he could, but he’d never tarnish his Waka-sama’s reputation like that

Silver, once again, knows it to mean a bundle of sticks. Something about him gives me asexual vibes, idk

Lilia, canonically bi and a discord kitten, he can say it. Thinks it’s funny to hear his kids say it, but would stop them if it became a problem

[tenjikufag]

ejejsjwjwjsjejejsn I need a part 2 of pantaloons x male reader where reader eventually does end up leaving and dies or smth idk I just need da angst

(U can ignore if you want!)

Rotten

Pantalone x Male Reader

part two to Spoiled

-angst, runaway reader, Pantalone break down, physical abuse (by reader)

-thank you for the req, unfortunately you don’t die in this *sigh

“I can’t do this anymore. I told you, no more gifts, no more pampering.. just leave me alone!”

Thoughts flurried in an erratic pattern, your head felt as if was going to explode at his touch- you wanted nothing more than to shove him off of your legs, kick him down and beat him.

After all of this time, it’s become too much. It was no longer indifference and tolerance- all you felt was visceral hatred towards your ‘partner’..

“My dear.. please.. I will do better, don’t leave. Break me down if that’s what you need- just don’t leave..”

His gloves hands clutched your ankles, keeping you from moving even if it was frail and pathetic grip. The both of you knew this was inevitable, but he just loved you so much.. this wasn’t the way it was going to go- not if he had a say, but he physically cannot move himself to possibly hurt you. So he begged, like he always had.

“Get off of me. I want nothing more to do with you.”

Pantalone shook beneath you, he wasn’t a person who could cry but if he could he would be nothing but a tear stained blabbering child at your feet.

The pleas, the whining, the false promises he made.. you gripped his hair and pulled it harshly so he would look up at you.

“Let go. I’m leaving. I don’t love you anymore.”

His eyes widened in horror, still on the floor he tried to scramble up to hold you once more only to be kicked down as soon as he got close.

It continued, he tried to get close.

You got more violent.

Until he was beaten, bruised and bloodied from your heavy hands and stained boots. He laid there, curled up and gasping for air.

A pathetic display for a harbinger, really.

Scowling down at him, he still plead to you his case.

Even sitting with blood running down his face, the crimson leaking from his chapped lips, bruises under his clothing and tattered clothes now with rips and dirt on them. Glasses tossed aside and cracked.

He still begged. Begged to deaf ears, begged to someone who didn’t care, a person who would have killed him if it didn’t mean signing his own death certificate.

“I’m leaving.”

“Please! Y/n, we can fix this. I can’t be alone, you can’t leave me! I did everything for you! I gave you everything! How could you do this to me?!”

The man’s body shook, the weak body of his trembling with every word leaving his mouth.

“I’ve sacrificed too much for you to leave me! You are indebted to me you bastard! You’re mine!”

You slung a bag over your shoulder.. approaching him a final time.. it gave him a false hope of you changing your mind- he look up at you with a soft smile, holding out his hand towards you.

“I never asked for all this. You disgust me, Pantalone.”

His heart dropped, too shocked to say a word back to you.. he watched as you exited his quarters, passing by all of his guards and agents who only looked at you in fear- they had heard everything, assuming you were stronger than their harbinger.

Of course you were.

You’ve always been stronger than him.

He’s a fickle minded, arrogant, selfish, and greedy man.

But now he was alone, left without his grounding beneath him- money could never buy the love he craved.

It could never be enough for your love.

[ouiouimochi]

Rayne, Rayne

rayne is a bit ooc at the start since the story would start when they were still children

Part 2

pairing/s: rayne ames x f!reader, rayne ames x you

genre: childhood friends(?), self-sacrificing mc, hurt/comfort

wc: 5,700+

warnings: VERY long fic (idk if considered slowburn), misunderstandings, use of honorifics, mentions of bullying, violence, blood, injuries, swearing, unethical experimentation

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what if you were a bit of a bully when you were a kid and you thought rayne left because your teasing got too much?

it was raining hard

all you could do was stare out the window of your second floor bedroom while your mother prepared a warm dinner for your family downstairs

you thought back to the times you got too mean at the other children your age in the neighbourhood

maybe if you were just a tad considerate, it would've been different

Children's laughter rings out throughout the playground as kids run and chase each other. All the while, Rayne and his little brother Finn, were at the swings as the former pushed the latter on one. It was peaceful.

“Boo.”

Until small hands clamped around Rayne's shoulders, surprising the boy and causing him to stumble to the floor. A girl’s loud laughter immediately followed, making fun of him.

Rayne groans in annoyance, picking himself up from the floor after rolling his eyes.

“What’s your problem now, (y/n).” He calls you out.

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Nothing~! Just thought I'd say hello to my favorite lil buddy~” You emphasized the word a little too much while mischievously smiling at the boy.

Rayne sighs, dusting himself off as he positions himself back to pushing his little brother on the swings.

You pouted at being ignored.

“Raaaayneeee~” you drawl out his name.

“What?” he snaps at you.

“Nothing~!” You smile again.

“Ugh, you're so intolerable.”

“Ooh, big word. Don't understand it though ~” you quip back and giggle at him.

This was a normal interaction between the two of you—you annoying and making his life miserable (his words) while all he does is complain but doing nothing to change the dynamics of your friendship.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Another day comes, and you manage to somehow come up with a stupid song to annoy Rayne with.

“Rayne, Rayne, go awaayy~ Come again another day~” You sang out for the nth time as the tortured male covered his ears to drown out your noise but to no avail. Finn was playing with other kids while he was stuck here trying to stand your irritating presence.

“Ugh, you're so original, you know that?” he sarcastically said.

You seemed proud of that, doing an extravagant curtsy. “Oh, I try. Thank you for noticing!” You beam at him as he only gets more annoyed when you sing that song again.

“Can you stop? You know if it wasn't me you were bullying, others would've left you alone by now.” He had enough.

But it seemed the words only went in one ear and passed through the next.

“I'm only tryna have some fun here, thoughhh.” You whined at the honey eyed boy as he can only do nothing but sigh at your shenanigans.

“It's time for us to go already.” He stood up, going to fetch Finn.

You whine again, “Are you gonna be back here tomorrow?” you genuinely asked.

“So that you can annoy me again? Pass.” he quips.

You pout and still whine. “But who can I make fun of but you? “

“Go look for other kids, then.”

“Immediate pass.” You deadpanned, enjoying the dual-colored haired boy’s presence much more than the other kids in the playground.

He walks and you stand up.

“I'll be here tomorrow so you better prepare for me!” You declare to him.

“Prepare for you? In your dreams, (y/n).” He spoke but you don't miss the smile he exhibited as he turned back and left.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The next day, you waited for him and Finn, but they weren't there.

‘Maybe Finn got sick and Rayne had to take care of him’ You thought to yourself as you went back home early.

The day after that, there were no signs of them either. Like the day after and after and after.

It's like the two brothers were just gone.

You began to worry, wondering if something bad happened to them.

You even asked the other kids but they only shrugged their shoulders, knowing as much as you. Only having noticed when you asked.

So now, back at home, you were moping around as your mother made no mention of it— thinking it was just a kid thing.

You overthink that maybe Rayne actually did get tired of you.

That he left because you were too mean and a bad influence to Finn.

so you tap on the glass as the pitter patter of the rain goes on

“rayne, rayne…”

•°•°•°•°•°•°

then in easton, you meet him again and try to make it up to him through helping him in any ways possible

you met again when you were in middle school, having enrolled at easton academy

it was awkward meeting him at first, since he seemed more… cold

especially when his face was stoic as you observed so far

you caught wind that he was aiming for Divine Visionary for when he moves up to high school

so you dedicated yourself to being a white mage that would support him

he doesn't even need to ask

you just really felt like you needed to do so in order to make up for your childhood guilt

Rayne would just be doing his business, but then he'd feel the burning sensation of eyes on him. The male inconspicuously investigates the source and finds out the gaze burning holes into him was you.

He clicks his tongue mentally. ‘Same as ever. Annoying.’

It happens a lot but he never does anything about your staring at all.

So when you two got paired up for class, it was hella awkward. Not much was said as you two individually did your tasks silently.

You two wordlessly exchange your papers to double check each other's work— the silence was still thick.

Your eyes rake over Rayne's work, it was well done. You would've handed it back to him already if you hadn't spotted a small error in the last paragraph.

So you tell him about how it's wrong, surprising the male that you broke the silence first. He had nothing to say about your part since it left no room for error.

The male checked his work and you were right about the mistake he made, “I see…”, so he corrected it.

Back to that silence.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Your entire stay at Easton consisted of diligently practicing your support magic and trying to not get into Rayne’s way whenever you two were grouped together by some twist of fate.

You always attentively observed the male in case he needed something and other students started taking notice of it— this was in your first year of highschool in Easton Academy and Rayne was starting to gain influence from his feats (that you also had helped him in some).

And so the students began to talk and rumors began spreading that you were Rayne’s fangirl, some being overly twisted and getting farther from the truth.

Rayne did not like hearing rumors get twisted each time one reached his ears. Especially not when it involves you and your reputation.

He's always noted how you've been helping him each time. Ever so diligently but silently. The honey eyed male was grateful for you but he still had a goal to achieve— that doesn’t mean he didn't care about you, though.

He observed you to see how you were faring from the gossip, but only to find he had nothing to worry about when you were completely unbothered.

‘Always unperturbed by others.’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

By the end of your first year in Easton highschool, Rayne was assigned as a red mage while you were assigned as a white mage. You both were impressively the top for the respective positions in your year.

Now, having dedicated the past few years to training and honing his skills, it took no time for the stoic-faced male to rack up credits even without your help during your second year.

You've also managed to garner credits on your own despite specializing only in support magic, but you don't have any plans in using them to become a Divine Visionary Candidate.

If anything you only wanted to give all your coins away to Rayne. However, you know he wouldn't accept it anyways.

When the Divine Visionary Candidate Examinations came around, Headmaster Wahlberg called upon each candidate to his office– which included you as you passively managed to collect enough credit to be a viable contestant.

You politely declined the ticket many hoped to even achieve and instead volunteered to be the on-site healer during the examinations.

“Hmm… Very well then, you are a very capable white mage despite your age.” The wise old man answered after a short but careful deliberation.

You bow your head in gratitude at the greatest mage of the time before excusing yourself to leave.

Walhberg is left to his own thoughts of how a promising white mage such as yourself declined the opportunity of sitting at the top since it's not unheard of to have someone specializing in support magic as Divine Visionary.

‘She worked hard the past few years only to step down from what others can only dream of reaching. Where do her aspirations lie, I wonder?’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Rayne.” You call out to the said male as he subtly turns his attention to you during a walk to the next class.

“I won't be participating in the Divine Visionary Candidate Exams.”

He stops walking, then turns his body to face you. An action that urged you to explain.

“My spells won't get me far in the competition catered for offensive magic anyways, so I wish you luck.” You smile up at him.

Rayne wanted to tell you otherwise, of how your support magic can beat even the most aggressive assault of spells so long as you willed it.

But those words never managed to make it out his mouth as you two arrived at your class for Fortune Telling— a subject he doesn't particularly enjoy.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The candidate exam went by like a breeze for Rayne— a feat of overwhelming victory. It wasn't like his enemies were anything to scoff at either.

His spells and efficiency in dealing with his opponents were a testament to the effort he put into honing his skills during his whole time in Easton— ever since the first day.

The crowd may have been shocked, but you were not. You expected someone as honest as the dual-haired male to be capable of declaring anything and he'd achieve it. He's not one to give empty promises to anything or anyone.

You felt a pang of emotion you can't quite place at that.

‘He never really promised anything back then, so stop reacting like that. The past’s in the past.’

You smiled bitterly at the thought.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The Tri-Magic-Athalon Divine Visionary Final Exam eventually arrived as the most anticipated event of the year.

You oversaw the event with Headmaster Wahlberg as per his request to have you as the assigned white mage for the occasion.

The Flame Cane was there as well, so you politely greeted him as the Headmaster introduced you. Kaldo watched in interest, hoping to see your talent in support magic as endorsed by someone as great as the Headmaster of Easton Magic Academy.

Such a shame you weren't a contestant to showcase such talent.

Back to the exams, Rayne was effortlessly powering through opponent after opponent. One in particular from Saint Ars managed to keep up with the half blond's attacks before eventually getting outskilled by him.

Walkis Academy dished out powerful mages as per usual so Rayne managed to go against their most promising candidate for the final round that decided who would become Divine Visionary.

The sheer destructive power the opponent had was domineering, instilling fear and awe into the audience as they watched on.

It seems a few words were exchanged on the field as your childhood friend only scoffed and brandished his wand in preparation.

Attacks were exchanged and defended against continuously, Rayne’s opponent showing visible signs of agitation at his unbothered expression.

The opponent sent out a much more powerful spell that the dual haired male was forced to defend against. A thick cloud of dust covered the two candidates as the audience watched in anticipation.

You smile, already knowing the victor of the match. The Flame Cane noticed your reaction.

As the dust settled, Rayne had his eyes closed while calmly storing away his wand back into the confines of his robe. His opponent lied pitifully on the floor as multiple swords had him meticulously pinned.

The crowd cheers as the announcer praises the dual-colored haired male as the winner of the Tri-Magic-Athalon and the next Divine Visionary— making him the youngest in history.

You were going to immediately applaud him if you hadn't noticed a suspicious movement from the defeated Walkis Academy student.

You bring out your wand as Kaldo watches for your next action.

The Walkis student couldn't accept it. That he was defeated despite being part of a school that was more powerful than Easton.

That he was defeated by a mere commoner with no background.

He couldn't accept this.

He managed to snatch his wand that was a few feet in front of him, quickly chanting a spell to attack the winner.

‘Winner you may be, you wouldn't expect this!’

And so the spell launches to the back of the new Divine Visionary and hits as smoke spreads out from the impact.

The audience collectively gasped in shock.

The student was wickedly smiling at having the spell land— but the smoke cloud cleared to reveal Rayne was unscathed behind a golden translucent barrier and looking at him with a disgusted glare.

The guy was clearly not in the right mind, readying another spell before being interrupted by bands of the same property as the barrier tightly binding all his limbs together. He unceremoniously falls to the floor with a harsh thud.

Thankfully, the security responded quickly in escorting out the bound student as you neatly kept your wand back into your robe’s sleeves. The Headmaster and Kaldo had to applaud you for the display of skill to quickly defend and neutralize a hostile force.

You turn to the two adults, excusing yourself politely before they said anything as you rush down into Rayne’s waiting room.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

You open the door in a hurry, completely disregarding the need to knock.

Rayne was allowing himself to lounge on the plush sofa with his head situated on top of the backrest of the furniture, facing the ceiling.

The male listens as your feet bring you behind the sofa he's at. He opened up his eyes to stare into the ceiling but found you in his field of view instead.

“You have a wound on your cheek.” He sighs while closing his eyes again.

“Just a scratch.”

The dual-colored haired male hears you click your tongue.

“My spell apparently didn't block the attack fast enough.” Rayne opens his eyes and stares right back into your eyes.

“It's fine, I could've handled it myself.” You sigh this time, making your way round the furniture.

He feels your presence situate itself in front of him, so he sits up.

“Let me heal that for you.” He wordlessly leans forward, allowing you to do what you wanted.

He didn't expect you to hold his face delicately as you aimed your wand near his wound though.

The area around both of you lit up with a gentle golden glow, orbs and wisps of light dancing around the small field of your magic.

It felt warm and comforting but Rayne doesn't dare to speak a word about it.

He also won't speak about his dismay when the moment ended way too quickly for his liking.

“Done.”

“Slightly overkill with the magic.”

“Hey, I had to make sure you had no other injuries.” You tut at him before pulling your personality back together.

The half blond acknowledges your effort with a grateful nod of his head— a slight smile itched itself into your expression at that.

You don't mind even if he doesn't acknowledge the effort you put into helping him. You only cared enough to know that your actions helped.

And that's enough for you.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

It got very busy for Rayne. Divine Visionary interviews, paperwork, inauguration, and the like got him so preoccupied that you barely remember when was the last time you saw him on campus.

That's also when you realize that you're all alone without the dual-colored haired male that you usually follow around. Your peers found that to be another subject to talk about.

You could care less about what they think. If anything, you only thought it was annoying that you can basically hear them despite their sorry excuse of whispers. Their gazes pierce through your skin as they talk and talk and talk.

Irritated, you brought yourself somewhere more quiet.

'Finally, peace.' You sighed out, having decided to walk through the hallways of the middle school department. Memories fill your mind of the training and effort you did during your whole stay in the department.

You smile, finding it endearing that your past self was so determined despite being so young (as if you weren't currently 17 or something cough).

A smack resounded throughout the empty hallways— or at least you thought it was empty at first.

You look to the end of the hall where a student seemed to have fallen to the ground along with his things. Other footsteps resounded in the same direction, you thought that maybe the owners would help the poor boy.

But they only sneered at him as the fallen student opted to bow and kneel at their feet to ask for forgiveness instead of picking up his fallen possessions.

You walk closer and closer as you start to hear their conversation— bits and pieces making up something along the lines of their dissatisfaction with their homework score as the fallen boy tried to reason he also had homeworks to do. All the poor kid got in response was a flood of paperworks being dumped on his head as the bullies showcase all the scores they were unsatisfied with.

You then noticed how familiar the fallen student was. Noting the familiar dual-colored hair before it clicks it was Finn.

‘Do they not know his brother is the newest Divine Visionary?’

The bullies started to become more agitated it seems as they were showing signs of wanting to engage in violence. Most of them raised their wands in preparation to send spells to the younger Ames as the pitiful kid can only hope it'd be over soon, closing his eyes to wait for the pain.

Except he never got attacked. The soft hearted male opened his eyes to see his bullies bound by bands of translucent gold.

“Shit!”

“The hell is this!!!!!”

“The fuck!”

They all exclaimed their curses and confusion— Finn was also confused before hearing the silent clicking of footsteps coming their way.

You cringe at their vocabulary. Not particularly fond of profanities being spouted by children their age.

“You stupid kids are abhorrent.” Finn’s head darts quickly in your direction, immediately recognizing you.

“(Y/n) nee-sama.” He gaped as you went straight to him, not minding that his bullies were still struggling to get out of their bindings.

“Greatest white mage you may be in this school, you don't even have a title!”

Your ears perked up, interested that information spread even to the middle school levels about yourself.

“Wait til’ our parents hear about this!!”

“We'll have you expelled immediately!”

Their noise immediately gets silenced as you cast a spell that covers their mouths like duct tape.

“How noisy.”

The younger Ames only watches as you gracefully tuck your wand away before gently holding his shoulders to get both of you up from the floor.

You quietly pat away the dust that settled on his robe like a caring older sister.

“Finn,” you called his name out as the boy flinched and prepared himself for a harsh scolding, “are you okay?”

He nods after getting over his shock from your recognition and worry for him even after all these years. He felt guilty that he and his brother were unable to properly say goodbye to you back then— they just disappeared so suddenly from your life.

“Let's talk after this, okay?” You smiled at the kid to reassure him.

You then turn your attention to the bullies still squirming around in your binding spell. Your eyes were chilly, the smile you gave Finn erased from your face.

“I'll have to bring you to Headmaster Wahlberg, it seems,” you coldly stated. The younger students freezing up in fear— they were not going to get away with this like they usually did.

Long story short, you explained to the Headmaster how the kids were making Finn do all their classwork as the poor kid barely had enough time to do his. After some interrogation with a magic spell that makes you spill only the truth, it was found out these kids were doing this since their second year.

The Headmaster was furious and valued academic integrity that was especially expected from those of noble lineage. The kids were quickly expelled, the wise man thanking you for bringing the issue to his attention before dismissing you and Finn.

Now that the issue was over, you went to the cafeteria with the boy— believing that it can ease up his nerves before you ask him about his school life.

The first thing you asked was why would the kids continuously bully him after knowing his brother became the newest Divine Visionary. You immediately followed up with a question asking if Rayne knew.

Finn seemed antsy, fiddling with his spoon.

“Why does Rayne not know?” you basically demanded to be answered, knowing how important it was.

“Nii-sama,” he gulps, “we— he doesn't talk to me…”

That was a big reveal, your eyes immediately widened.

“What?”

He continued, “It's understandable… I'm just a weak embarrassment to him…” the poor kid dejectedly said.

You don't know what to say.

Rayne was known to be protective of Finn when you were kids— he cared about his younger brother a lot.

You wonder if something drastically changed aside from how the older Ames acted. It just wasn't like him to not care for his younger brother.

For now, all you could offer to Finn was your help whenever he needed it. You brought it upon yourself to take care of him while his brother was busy ignoring him.

You think about what else you missed out on— what you didn't know. All you knew was that your childhood guilt was not the cause of the sudden disappearance of the Ames siblings back then.

But your inner self keeps chewing you out for not treating them nicer at the very least back then, always poking fun at them.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

It was all too unexpected— what was only supposed to be a simple recon mission turned to an all out battle against a whole dark magic organization. You and Rayne were getting more and more exhausted as the enemies endlessly appeared to capture or kill you both.

You heave.

Let's backtrack a bit, shall we?

Rayne finally got assigned his first mission as Divine Visionary to do some reconnaissance on a suspicious organization that's been monitored by the Bureau for a while now. As the newest and youngest of the Visionaries, someone else would have to accompany the male to his first mission. However, the other Visionaries were busy with other work.

The male in question had no qualms about going solo at all, but the protocols called for him to be paired with someone skilled enough incase of a worst case scenario. So it came as a bit of surprise when the Flame Cane recommended you as his pair for the mission.

Some Visionaries had questions as to why Kaldo suggested pairing up two young students on a mission that potentially had its risks— but knowing how sharp the albino’s judgement on talents is, approved of the arrangements after a bit of discussion. So you were called into Headmaster Wahlberg’s office— you've been frequenting a lot this year, you noticed— in order to request your assistance in the issue.

You accepted since it almost seemed like your life mission was to help Rayne in just about anything. The male, despite knowing full well of your capabilities in application, was slightly displeased at the information he received of being assisted by you on his first Visionary mission.

He kept his expression as neutral as possible, you however were able to pick up on it quickly as you two got a quick rundown of the mission before being sent off. You felt kind of rejected for some reason— but did not question the half blond.

The location of the organization you two were supposed to investigate was very isolated and secluded so even if a commotion were to happen, no outsider would be able to help you two. So that was also one of the reasons they had to pair Rayne up with another capable mage despite his skills.

It was supposed to be just a simple recon, nothing less. The place had pretty tight security so you two proceeded with absolute caution.

The organization’s executives were having a meeting, so that was where you two observed with a stealth spell you conjured up and the special cloaks the Bureau provided you both with.

They were talking about the progress of their research in creating chimeras— monsters made through combining different parts, be it magical creatures, animals, monsters, or even humans. You felt sick to your stomach listening to them casually talk about getting more live human subjects.

Then the meeting got so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It was just one of the executives, who was very vigilant, had quickly informed the other members of intruders' eavesdropping. The whole place quickly turned upside down as an alarm rang throughout the underground establishment.

You two had to leave— but it was impossible to do quickly without revealing your exact whereabouts.

Eventually you two got discovered and had to fight for your lives. And here we are back to the present.

“Elite magicians incoming from the next hallway.” You informed Rayne, having to continuously cast a survey spell to detect enemy locations in a certain area incase of another unexpected variable.

“Any response from the Bureau?” he asked urgently. The honey eyed male didn't waste another second to send his swords flying to the group of elite magicians that just rounded the corner before they could even try preparing an attack.

You two continued running, “Said they'd send the Light Cane since he just finished his mission in the next town.” you said, setting up another barrier to defend against an attack from behind you two. “It'd take a while, though.”

“We can bulldoze through the units in the right turn.” Rayne wordlessly follows, trusting your judgement and skills.

After a few twists and turns, you managed to maneuver yourselves to a very spacious chamber— a training room, you supposed. At least this would allow the half blond to securely summon up more powerful spells to deter the enemies. The open area also allowed the two of you to anticipate attacks quicker due to the absence of the sharp corners of each twisting hallway.

“A whole bunch of them are rushing in here, seems to be the last.”

“Can finally wipe them all out in one go.” he muttered, exhaustion was actually taking its toll on both of you.

You nod in agreement and set up a trap that would completely immobilize those that step within its area of effect radius— a spell you were proud to call your Secondth.

So the enemies all come rushing in, without regard to possible traps set up. They were only thinking how the two of you can be easily overwhelmed by their sheer numbers no matter how powerful you two were.

As easily as that, they get impaired by a magic circle appearing beneath them— golden chains shooting upwards to capture each and every soldier. They could do nothing but be mercilessly beat up by the rain of swords your companion sent towards them.

You heaved, magic reserves almost completely drained due to the continuous casting of surveying, shielding, and binding spells. You casted one last survey spell to ensure the area was clear.

Your stomach dropped in dread and Rayne quickly noticed.

“Is there more?” he had to get it out of you fast.

“Only one…” you steeled yourself once again, “but this guy's way beyond the power level of the elite ones we dealt with.”

You were barely swift enough to set up a shield in time before a very destructive spell was shot in your direction. The whole area shook from the impact of the explosion.

“Tsk. So they sent the newest Visionary to foil my plans in creating the greatest beings of all time? I guess I'd have to take care of some pests that are in the way.”

It was the executive from earlier. The guy didn't even try to flee. He was a lanky middle aged man that had his messy, shoulder length hair down— wearing a suit that seemed a size too big for him. Overall looks like an old tired office worker that either was on something or just has perpetual insomnia.

The smoke clears and you two were mainly unharmed from his magic.

“Oh, you survived that… “ The old man scratches his head.

“Partisan.” Rayne wasted no time to send a counterattack.

The enemy clicks his tongue, the main battle only having just started.

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It was admittedly tough— given that you both were worn down from the endless waves of mages that came your way prior to the fight against the lanky executive. At the very least, he was defeated, motionlessly laying on the floor.

You sigh out a breath of relief, absolutely glad it was over. Rayne also visibly showed signs of ease as his countenance released tension.

“We should probably wait for Mr. Grantz outside instead.” You pat away the dust from your robe, as your companion only wordlessly nods his head in agreement with your plan.

You two start heading out calmly as if there weren't bodies littering the ground around the entrance of the training hall. You observed that all of them were down for the count anyways.

Feeling something strange hanging in the air, you look back to see the executive standing up on his feet in a stagger. Something fell with a clink as a glass vial started rolling away from the old man.

Although you were confident that the executive would be unable to continue fighting— your gut feeling was urging you to immediately flee.

Without much of a thought, you tackled Rayne to the floor as a stream of dark ominous flames barely missed you two.

You strangle back a scream as searing hot pain ran across your back. You look behind to see that you weren't able to completely dodge the attack. The clothes on your back were just burned away as your skin got mercilessly scorched. You observed further as the security you and Rayne defeated got the brunt of the attack, and were in a much worse condition than you were— their screams of pain and the sight making you want to throw up.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to forget the grotesque sight, trying to block out the sounds.

“(Y/n).” Rayne’s voice brings you back to reality as you open your eyes to meet with his golden ones.

You gulp, trying to find your voice amidst the pain spreading around your injury.

The half blond was cursing in his mind very badly— having noticed too late that the enemy wasn't fully incapacitated. It didn't help that you got wounded while getting the both of you out of the line of fire.

The pain was unbearable, you were trying to cast a healing spell to at least stop the bleeding and the pain. However, you find that the attack made it impossible to do so.

“Shiitshitshit.” You swore, you can't be here being a liability to Rayne.

Another attack was sent but the male luckily picked you up and dodged it. You hissed from the abrupt movement but you had no choice but to suck it up.

“Rayne, don't get hit by any attack… my healing isn't working…”

He was worried to learn that you weren't able to heal yourself— he had to put you somewhere safe first. And so he ran with you in his arms as he sent a barrage of swords behind him to stall time.

He stopped at an empty hallway, setting you down prone due to your back injury. You two were basically backed into a corner, not even knowing when backup would arrive.

“Just leave me here.” You urged him, thinking that it was best that at least one of you got out— you were also starting to see black dots within your vision.

“No.” Rayne immediately refused.

“I won't be any help,” you breathe as the air makes your wounds sting further, “you have the best chance of getting out.”

“I can still fight, I just need you to hold on until then.” He left no room for arguments as you clenched your fist.

Footsteps approached from down the hallway.

“Found you.”

“Stay put.” The honey eyed male basically commanded you.

You watched on as he faced the executive head on, exchanging attacks. He was holding up well, having followed your advice in avoiding getting hit. Despite how capable Rayne was, you knew how he was basically at his limit due to the earlier events.

So with your consciousness fading away, you've gathered all the power you can into a spell and casted it on your companion. You watch as he takes a quick glance in your direction, but cannot observe further as you promptly fall unconscious— energy completely depleted.

And so everything turned black.

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[loousir]

[Werewolf] What about me?

Male Werewolf x Male Reader

Draven

Notes/Warnings: TW for reader breakup, mentions of an affair, non-aggressive confrontation, reader comfort, idk, this one is short but I'm content with it, haven't been feeling great lately lol, not very proof read

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You currently laid in bed, tears streaming down you face as you hugged your pillow. You trusted people too easily and it came back to bite you in the ass today. You had gone out for a dinner date with the guy you had been dating for a month. Everything was going great. He sat you down, treated you amazingly, like nothing you could have dreamed of. Made you think he was the one. But turns out he wasn't. While the two of you were together, a woman approached you and, albeit kindly, told you that this was actually her husband. She wasn't mad at you since she knew how he could act but you still couldn't help but feel guilty. You opted to leave so they could argue or fight about it, having felt so betrayed by who you thought could be the one.

A cab was called and you cried all the way back home, tearfully messaging your best friend about what had happened. You could see that he read the messages but didn't respond. You knew he would eventually and just figured he was busy. While you lied in bed, going over what happened and the things you two did while you were together, it almost made sense. He was being so nice to mask the fact he was doing something so horrible. You couldn't help but cry more, thinking how blind you were to the signs. While you were crying, you didn't hear the front door open or the heavy footsteps making their way towards you until you felt a pair of warm, strong arms wrap around you. At first, you were understandably panicked, whipping your head around to find out who it was only to see the soft gaze of the only man you've trusted for years.

You instantly turned around and hugged him tightly, crying into his chest as he shushed and comforted you. Even though he was thinking the whole 'I told you so' shtick, he kept quiet and let you get out your emotions. Once it seemed like you had calmed down enough, he pulled away and looked down to you with a smile. "Feel a little better?" He asked, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb. "A little..." You mumbled, hiding your face away again, the sound of his heart beat comforting you. "Let's get up and take a shower. Rise that gross memory away." He said softly, sitting up while you stayed, cuddling into the bed more as you didn't want to move. He stared down to you for a moment and rolled his eyes. "C'mon, get up, let's go." He said, pulling you up and out of the bed with ease.

You whined but held onto him as he carried you into the bathroom. "Do I need to help you get undressed or can you do that yourself?" Draven asked, setting you on the counter. He stood between your legs, making you blush and shake your head, pushing him away as you got up. "Just wait outside." You said quickly, voice still a little shaky from crying. With a small sigh, you closed the door and changed into the nude. You turned on the water and waited for a moment before getting in. It was still a bit cold for your liking but it didn't bug you, washing away the day felt nice. Draven knocked at the door and asked, "May I come in?" You mumbled out a yea before hearing the door squeak open. "Its just a change of clothes." He said before closing the door again. After a few more minutes of just sitting under the water, you stepped out and dried off, seeing that he brought a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear.

With a small smile, you slipped them on. When you got to the shirt you noticed it was big on you, making you blush when you realized it was Dravens. And it was still warm. You couldn't help but blush more knowing that he had given you the shirt off his back to wear. As soon as you stepped out if the bathroom, Draven instantly swept you off your feet, causing you to yelp and cling onto him. "I hate that you can do that..." You mumbled out, hiding your face. He chuckled and hugged you close. "You smell so much better." He mumbled, barely fluent enough for you to understand. "H-huh?" You pulled back and looked at him, blush traveling to your ears at this point.

Draven tilted his head like the big puppy he is. "What?" He asked, convincingly pretending like he didn't say anything. "You... Nevermind." You said softly, hugging him close as he carried you into the living room. Little did you know, Draven only made you shower cause you, to him, smelled gross, even if you were dressed in your best cologne. You smelled like a man he hated, someone disgusting. Which is also why he gave you his shirt, opting to rock the tank underneath. "Draven you didn't have to do all this..." You said, seeing all the snacks and blankets laid out for the two of you.

"No. But, I wanted to." He said, setting you on the couch. Draven didn't let you move as he wrapped you in blankets, giving you drinks and snacks to choose from. Even though you thought he would snuggle up under the blanket with you, he didn't. Draven made himself cozy next to you, turning on the TV and putting on your favourite thing to watch. The more you thought about it, why did he go out of his way to do all these things? You weren't together but he almost treated you like you were. While you thought and went over the possibilities in your head, you were unintentionally staring at him. He could only assume what you were thinking but ended up asking, "What about me?"

This time, you tilted your head. "What?" "What about me?" He asked again, locking eyes with you as you thought for a moment. You didn't fully understand what he asked at first before realizing. He was asking, what if you dated him instead? "I... I didn't think you were into guys..." You said softly, having only ever seen him with girlfriends before. Draven glanced away awkwardly. "I wasn't. At least I didn't think I was." He said softly, looking back to you with a small smile. "Not until I met you." Draven paused for a second and bit his lip gently. "I didn't actually break up with my last girlfriend cause she was bad or anything... I broke up with her cause spending time with you made me realize I was actually into men. I was into you, specifically." He pauses and chuckles. "I mean, I'm still into you but-" You didn't give him a chance to finish his sentence, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Dravens hands naturally found their way to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. "Is there anything else important you need to tell me?" You asked once the two of you pulled away, keeping your eyes locked with his. Draven was contemplating if he should be honest or not. "I'm a werewolf?" He said, almost questioning what he said. Your brows furrowed, before a small smile a laugh left you. After your small giggle session you realized he was dead serious. "I dont believe you." You said, looking at him, slightly concerned. "Earlier when I picked you up, I said that you smelled better." He stated, one hand making its way up to cup your cheek. "You smelled like that prick still, his scent was all over you." Draven said, leaning in and nuzzling his nose in your neck. "Now you smell like me." He whispered, making you blush again, still unsure how to react to his sudden reveal. "I-I'm not sure if I fully believe you on that..." Draven pulled back and tilted his head.

"On the whole sudden Werewolf reveal..." You said softly, still being a bit shocked at the possible fact that he's a werewolf. Draven thought for a moment before using one of his large hands to cover your eyes. You protested at the sudden lack of sight and tried to pry his hand away but he wouldn't move. After a minute, he let go and you blinked a couple times. Your brows furrowed again when you saw two wolf ears sitting atop his head, perked and focused solely on you. "Haha, very cute." You said, thinking he was actually joking. You reached up and grabbed one of the ears, pulling on it gently only to realize it was actually attached to his head. "Wait seriously?" You asked, other hand shooting up to pet his other ear. They're super soft for a wolf. Draven blushed softly and nodded as you nearly crawled into his lap to pet and scratch behind his ears. He couldn't help but hide his face in your neck when you noticed he had a tail that was happily wagging behind him.

"Oh gods youre too cute..." You mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Draven hugged you close and kissed at your neck gently. "Is this ok?" He asked, making you nod and ask him to keep going. Dravens kisses were slow and sweet, as if he was savoring you, making you shiver. "Draven..." You mumbled out, hugging him as well when he pulled back to rest his chin on your shoulder. "You're too good for that asshole." He said, keeping you pressed up against him. Draven laid back, keeping you close while you snuggled into him, his tail still swishing against the couch. "I think we could work." You said, nuzzling your face into his neck this time. Draven smiled and squeezed you tight for a moment before loosening his grip again. "I'd like that."

[faeriichaii]

Hello! May I request Aragorn realising his feelings towards reader who is cold and distant and regal, and how he would try to get to know them better? Preferably male reader, but gender-neutral is fine, too. If you don’t write for either, then I’m sorry to ask. I only want you to write what you’re comfortable with. Thank you for your time.

Worthy Enough ~ Aragorn x GN!Reader

A/N: Omg I am finally back!! I'm so sorry that it took me soooo long to work on this request but work completely took over my life and I basically had no free time whatsoever- But now I have a lil vacation so I will try to work on most of my requests and push through them haha. I also am quite surprised cause this was sooooo hard for me to write (probably also cause I took a break from writing and all rip) But I still hope you like it! And lmk if you do (and lmk if you don't haha)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Warnings: tbh idk? ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Words: 912 ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ Request: Yes (thank you <33) ࿐ྂ Summary: Aragorn slowly begins to understand you and tries to find out even more about you

Not even a wince left your lips as Aragorn put the green balm on top of a stab wound you received during the last battle you encountered. The only sign to let him know that the concoction stung upon your skin was the twitch of your eyebrow. Aragorn has known you for a while now. The two of you traveling far and wide until Frodo and his friends stumbled upon you. Since then, you have been wandering the lands with the purpose of destroying the ring. “How come you let the arrow struck you? Normally you are more careful than that.” Your eyes were focused on the ground, thinking about how this arrow wasn’t even meant for you.

“I guess my mind was occupied by the Orc in front of me.” Aragorn nodded at your answer. He knew that it was a lie. Normally you could handle up to three of them simultaneously, without getting your own blood spilled. So, it was a real surprise to him as he spotted you, hand on your shoulder and a slightly pain filled grimace gracing your face. Taking the gauze, he carefully wrapped the wound, making sure that it wasn’t to lose and neither too tight. A slight grunt left your lips, as you tried to rotate your arm. “Make sure to change the gauze at least twice a day.” Aragorn said, before leaving your side and joining the others for some dinner.

His thoughts were occupied by you. He knows that you tend to keep to yourself and rarely join in when it comes to conversations. This doesn’t make you less liked by the company. Quite the opposite. Sometimes Frodo takes a little stroll with you, just so he could talk to you and have you listen to his burdens or any thoughts on his mind. Legolas also quite enjoys gathering herbs with you. You’re so calm and collected, that it really helps him focus on his surroundings and get in touch easier with nature. Aragorn also can’t deny that you are his favourite partner, when it comes to keeping watch during the night. Especially as he remembers the talk of a few weeks ago.

Both of you were watching the flames dance, while keeping your ears strained for any unfamiliar noise that might signal an approaching enemy. Your sword was leaning on the log you were sitting on. “How come you let me join you?” Your voice cut through the silence, making Aragorn turn his attention from the fire to you. “What do you mean?” “You could have declined my offer when I asked you if I could accompany you. But you didn’t. Why?” He thought about your words carefully. He had declined any other offer he received of company. Of friends who wanted to join him. Of people who wanted to be by his side. But your offer seemed different to him.

“I think it was the way you asked me. You never really asked me to begin with. You joined in a brawl I unluckily got myself caught in and helped me. And since then, we have travelled together.” A hum left your lips, as you analysed his answer while watching the flames wrap around the darkness of the night. “I just had this urge to help you. It almost felt like something was calling me to your aid.” Aragorn leaned forward, intrigued in your words. “Back then I was searching for a purpose of my existence. For something I could do with my life. I had no home and neither did I have a family. It has always just been me in this godforsaken world.” A sigh left your lips. You have never opened up to someone, but it felt strangely nice.

“I fought to survive and I fought even harder for people who couldn’t defend themselves. I knew I wanted to protect people. And I knew I wanted to find someone who was in my eyes worthy enough to protect. Someone who I knew would do anything to change the world and form it into a better place.” You looked at Aragorn, a gentle smile on your lips. “I knew that when I saw you fight off these men, which caused ruckus in that tavern, that you were this one person I was meant to travel with.”

Aragorn back then was very surprised to have you open up to him. In all these years prior of you both travelling together, you never initiated any kind of deep talk with him. Especially when it came to your past. Of course, he asked in the beginning, but most times you tried to switch the topic to something else. Which is another reason, as to why he started analysing you and your decisions. He tried to understand you more and see things in your perspective. Which is why he knew exactly how you received the wound from battle.

The hours passed quickly and most of the company already went to bed, except for you and Aragorn, who decided to spend the first watch together. Your hands were behind you, supporting part of your weight while you leaned back and watched the various stars on the night sky. “I know that you lied to me.” Your attention drifted from the lights to Aragorn, who was still sitting on one of the logs by the campfire. Tilting your head, he just gave you a smile before continuing. “Thank you for deeming me worthy enough.”

[kiskisur]

hiii

so idk if your request are open but if not kindly ignore

may i request a childe x male where childe is the most popular guy in town but he only has his heart set on m!reader and reader wants to know why

thank you -🍓

It'll always be you, dear.

warnings: a shitty girl is gossiping (real), insecure (?) male reader x famous childe, fluff only ehe

note: so sorry it took long! but yeah, my requests are open as always <33

note: if y'all noticed my writing changed it's because I realized those long ass detailer stuff is boring sooo...

IMPORTANT <- must read

a crowd shoved you away, causing you to stumble to the side and look at the direction they were heading to.

a ginger guy with sparkling eyes was surrounded by them, squeals and giggling could be heard even a nation away.

"calm down, everyone! you might hurt people!" childe laughed, shaking his head as he placed his index finger in his lips as a sign to lower their voices.

his eyes was observing them when it landed to you, smiling widely as he politely excused himself and headed towards you.

"if it isn't my favorite guy! (name)~!" he exclaimed, spreading his arms and hugging you tightly as he earned a soft laugh from you

"childe!" you giggle, your heart skipping a beat as you felt eyes on you.

"that's (name)..? why would chi-" a girl was caught off by childe clearing his throat, trying to tell her to shut up before facing you.

"come, let's go somewhere!" he winked, holding your hand and dragging you away to a stand that was selling candy.

"hello, sir! would you like some candy? there is.." the guy's voice started drifting away, your head full of questions on why childe even likes a quiet guy like you?

"(name)? (name)~ ehem!" childe waved his hand in front of you, trying to get you back into the world before focusing on him again.

"oh, sorry childe haha what were you saying?" childe frowned in confusion but shrugged it off repeating the things the guy has said.

you both sit on the table, childe scanning your figure as he sighed and placed the candies you chose from earlier down.

"heyy.. what's wrong? you seem down the past couple of hours you know!" the ginger pouted, crossing his arms and whining.

"I'm just curious, why me?" you look back at him, causing him to raise a brow in confusion.

"why you..? what do you mean?" he asked with concern as he leaned closer in front of you and held your held your hand causing your heart to skip a beat when he closed the distance between you.

"why.. do you like me? I-I mean I'm just a simple guy who's quiet so why me?" tears welled in your eyes as you try to ask the question without breaking down.

"oh, honey.. you may think you're a simple person but in my eyes it's a whole lot different" he reached over and touched your cheeks to wipe away the tear that was about to fall.

"I like you because you're you. I like the way you express your feelings freely, the way you don't mind other people and the way you just be yourself. I love everything about you not just your reputation"

the way his words touched your heart made you so emotional you wanted to cry right there but he just laughed softly and pulled you closer, hugging you rightly

"hey, it's okay to cry it's alright!" he reassured, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment making him giggle and blush heavily

"heyyy~ don't hide your handsome face!" childe pouts, gently removing your hands and kissing you softly.

[beautifulblooms]

my mind has been absolutely PLAGUED with neteyam and ao'nung fighting for male readers love while also having some enemies to lovers of their own?? and they both confess to reader at the same time idk you can edit this as you please obviously,, i just love them sm ☹️☹️

Dual Love - Neteyam x Ao’nung x Male! Metkayina! Reader

I had a blast with this request and wanted to say thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

As a Metkayina, I’m no stranger to the clan leader and his family. Especially his children, Tsireya and Ao’nung. I had always grown up playing with them, Ao’nung more than Tsireya as she was usually training to be the next Tsahik with her mother. As a close friend to the siblings, I was almost adopted by their parents, seen as somewhat of another son to them. Of course they’d never try to take me from my parents, but there always was a second home for me with them.

When the forest people came to us, it was a shock to us all, and while I wasn’t one of their children, Tonowari and Ronal assigned me to assist them with their adjustment to our lifestyle. The forest people had many children themselves, and being assigned to them, I learned their names rather quickly. Kiri was the most stand-off ish to me, preferring to connect to the elements or perhaps Eywa. Tuk was the only other girl, she was rather nice and full of life, regressing young energy.

Neteyam and Lo’ak were the only boys, as such, I was essentially given an extra special role of making sure that Ao’nung didn’t do anything stupid when teaching them. Sure he can be responsible, but he can also be crass and rude, especially when it comes to new people he could bully.

“C’mon, we’re gonna try to hold our breath again, remember what we taught you. Breath deep from here, and slowly release it when you’re underwater.” I rubbed my hand gently across Neteyam’s stomach, showing where he needed to try breathing from again. He was getting better at it, as was Lo’ak, but it seemed the older one was making more progress than his younger brother. Tsireya and Ao’nung were off to the side, showing them how to do it as well, also helping Kiri and Tuk get a hang of it.

“I think I got the hang of this.” Neteyam said while trying to keep his voice down for some reason. I looked into his eyes only to see him turn his head quickly. I was confused but paid it no mind, returning to help Lo’ak with his breathing placement. From behind me I could almost hear a hiss from Neteyam, still paying it no mind I guided the brothers to the water to try again for a longer time. Diving into the water gracefully I spun around to watch them attempt to dive with me. Cue their balled jumps into the water, and me silently giggling underwater at how childish they were.

“Let’s try again.” Tsireya spoke to the girls she and Ao’nung were instructing. Ao’nung gave me a look when he saw how close Neteyam was to me, Al thought given his attitude to all the newcomers, I expected it. He’s not a fan of big changes, and teaching many Omatikaya how to be Metkayina was something he definitely didn’t want. We all swam into a loose circle together, Tsireya, Ao’nung and I all counted down from 3 to have them all take deep breaths before sinking underwater. Once under I noticed that Tuk had breathed in poorly and wasn’t gonna last long, tapping her and pointing up to have her surface. She followed the direction and I continued to watch the other three forest people. Kiri quit next, almost out of boredom it seemed. As the three used to being underwater, the siblings and I had no problem watching the last two Sully children attempt to hold their breath.

“They’re lasting a lot longer than before, good job (y/n).” Tsireya signed to me as I nodded and thanked her while the two brothers looked at us confused.

“I forgot we still need to teach them sign, this is gonna be worse than taming a skimwing.” Ao’nung signed to us, making all three of us realize it was gonna be a hard task to teach them another language. Glancing over to the brothers right as Lo’ak quit and surfaced for air, leaving only Neteyam left. I made a note to compliment him once he could understand what I’m saying. Another few minutes go by before he starts to choke on the water, surfacing immediately. Following him, the three of us surfaced as well and made our way back to the shore.

“That was very good for all of you, Tuk I want to work with you more later to figure out breathing styles. Kiri….is not here anymore, where did she go? Anyways, Lo’ak and Neteyam, also very good job to you two, I’ll help you both out with holding the air for longer and releasing it slower.” The three Sully’s that were left nodded and gave noises of agreement or acceptance to my words.

“It’s been awhile since we started, we should take a break.” Tsireya butted in before I was about to start helping Tuk, but realized we had been working for a good bit of time by now.

“You’re right, I’ll be back in my Marui, let me know if we start training again.” I started to head back to the village and where I had settled myself amongst my people.

“(Y/n), I need to talk to you.” Ao’nung came walking into the Marui and sitting right in front of me.

“Okay, can I help you?” He took a very deep breath and a second to collect his thoughts.

“Why are you so nice to the forest people?” I was confused by his question.

“We’re teaching them, it’s not like I should be a rude teacher just because they’re different from us. Why do you ask?” Ao’nung was almost taken aback by my answer, I guess he wasn’t expecting such a genuine answer.

“I guess you’re right, but I don’t think you should be around Neteyam so much, he gives me a strange feeling.” I sighed at what he said, of course it was him being protective, he always had been like this about me.

“Ao’nung, I know you’re protective of me, but I promise you, he’s fine, and I can defend myself if I need to, no need to protect me.” His cheeks brightened at my words and he turned his head away from me so I couldn’t see it.

“If you say so, but I warned you.” He stood up and left my Marui, leaving me to go back to what I was doing before.

Over the next few weeks, the three of us had managed to teach all the Sully children how to hold their breath underwater, to dive properly and deeply, hunt and harvest, and even how to ride the Liu’s. Neteyam and Ao’nung bickering never ceased, there was always some way they but heads or it seemed like a silent hatred for each other. At some points it almost seemed as though they were interested in each other because of how they acted with one another. I never paid either mind when they fought like children, but I did grow rather fond of Neteyam in the time I’d taught him. I’ve always had a quiet liking to Ao’nung, something I’ve experienced since I was a young boy and played with him in the shallows. While I developed a crush of sorts on Neteyam, the one for Ao’nung only seemed to strengthen. I loved them both as much as the other, but for the sake of both friendships I kept my feelings to myself.

We had just finished training the Sully boys again with hunting on Lius when I retreated to my Marui for a late meal and sleep. Not even a few minutes into cutting up the fish I found earlier, I could hear the two of them bickering on one of the pathways near my home. Once again, I paid them no mind, until the sounds got louder and louder and suddenly they were standing in front of me.

“Why don’t you just leave and go back to the forest, you’re clearly better off there.” Ao’nung almost shouted at Neteyam, who quickly made a comeback.

“Maybe you should try to swing and run in the forest, I’m sure you’d suffer there a lot more than we have here.” Just before Ao’nung retorted I stood up and put a hand on both their mouths.

“What do you both want and why are you arguing in my Marui?” I was mildly pissed off at how they just openly did such a thing while everyone in the village could hear them. They simultaneously responded with a jumbled mix of excuses and the word confession was thrown around a few times. “Enough, both of you, Neteyam, you first.” He nodded and began speaking.

“I was headed here to confess something to you, and ran into him, he started the argument.” I gave Ao’nung a look and he glanced down at his feet to avoid my gaze.

“Ao’nung, your turn.” He nodded and was more quiet in his tone than he was earlier.

“I also was on my way to confess to you when I saw this scown and had to say something about what he was doing.” Before they could start bickering again I slapped a hand over their mouths.

“Boys, if you can’t be nice, you both have to leave, now, I’m gonna move my hand, and you tell me what you wanted to confess, both of you.” I got grunts of agreement and so I moved my hands.

“I like you and want you to be my mate.” They both said in almost perfect unison, shocked looks took over their expressions as they realized they were here for the same reason. I giggled in response, not entirely sure how to react.

“Well, I like both of you as well, and it may not be traditional, and it will be very difficult, we can all be each other's mates.” They seemed to be almost pleased with my response, not too sure about how to handle being mates with their enemy, but for me, they were more than willing to make it work. Now I just had to talk to their parents and tell them about everything.

[kapeeshkapoosh]

true love’s kiss

a/n: cute idea i had, inspired by an armin story from ages ago that i read on devian art LMFAO, idk what it’s called but credit to that - however mine is very cliche and has bad writing

synopsis: Gojo signed up for the latest play from the theatre club for one sole reason, the true love’s kiss.

contents: gojo oneshot, gojo x reader, gojo has a massive crush, teenage gojo, no curses au, regular high school, little bit of swearing, cliché play plot, 1.4k words, shoko and geto not helping w gojo’s crush at all, oblivious reader, no use of y/n!

Gojo Satoru x F! Reader

When Gojo first found out that you had signed up for this year’s annual play from Shoko, he was quick to put his name on the list.

At first, he was cocky and fully sure in himself that he would get the main love interest with his natural charisma, since you were auditioning for the main role. However, once he heard you practicing for your audition with Shoko, he was shaking in his boots. Simply put, if Gojo wanted to be the main male lead role so that he could get the ‘True Love’s Kiss’ at the end of the play, he had to put in the work.

Every day from then on, he was devoted to becoming a (temporary) actor. Once you found out about this, you were eager to help him out. Considering that you were part of the theatre club and signed up for the play every year, he was happy to get your help.

He was also bursting with joy that his crush was willing to help him get the love interest of her character.

He remembers the morning of try-outs vividly.

You sat next to him in the hall as others did their auditions. It was early Saturday morning, and everyone was rather pumped up.

You seemed confident, but goosebumps trailed up your arms as it got closer and closer to your turn. Gojo wanted to help calm your nerves, but this guy was also shitting himself as his name was up next and he was unsure of whether he would fumble or not.

When his name got called out, shortly after the incredibly enchanting audition by one of his underclass men, he got up nervously and gingerly walked up onto the stage.

At first, the teacher could easily sense his nervousness, so she started off with some simple lines. Once Gojo eased into them, he really started to shine. He was good at everything, of course he would be good at acting as well.

Once his audition finished, you had stars in your eyes; you were truly stunned by what had just happened. When he returned to his seat, he was confused by your expression.

You were awe-struck, but also insanely motivated to give the audition your all.

After a few more people, your name was finally called, yours being the last audition before the try-outs would be closed. Most, if not all, students had left by now; only Gojo and your theatre teacher were in the room.

Your teacher was excited for your audition; she started off with lines that matched your level of acting, and you quickly got into character.

Now if Gojo’s audition was motivational, yours was life-changing.

Sure, Gojo had been at your plays before during other school events, but he had never really focused. Usually messing with Geto and Shoko as they tried to concentrate on the play.

Once yours was done, he was glad yours was the final one; no one else had been there to witness it but you and him, as well as your theatre teacher. He now understood the importance of saving the best for last.

You and Gojo left shortly after, greeting your teacher goodbye and going to get a celebratory bite at the café.

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The next Monday, when you returned to school, you and Gojo both promised to not look at the results without each other. You rushed to school early that day, finding Gojo already in the classroom with Geto and Shoko. You and Gojo quickly ushered over to the bulletin board; a hoard of students were already looking.

A bunch of ‘aww’s and ‘yes!’s were heard as you pushed your way through, holding onto Gojo firmly by his wrist.

Your eyes followed the text on the pink sheet of paper. A squeal left you as you turned to Gojo. “We got it!” You shook his shoulders, giving him a bone-crushing hug after.

When the two of you returned to the classroom, hand in hand, you beaming and Gojo’s pale face flushed with red, Geto and Shoko burst out laughing.

♡

After every Wednesday practice, which usually lasted till 6, you and Gojo would go out to some place to eat. Not that you didn’t do this before, but now it was just you and Gojo.

He had discovered much more that he didn’t know about you before, like how when you got a line wrong during practice, you would immediately laugh, causing everyone to laugh behind stage. Everyone seemed to like you in the theatre club, and it was no surprise when he saw how much you helped.

On most days of practice, you would stay back way later to help the lighting crew and the people doing the background props.

Meaning Gojo had to wait, which he didn’t mind, but it made him look like a lousy actor who was too lazy to help. (He eventually got assigned as the errand boy that had to buy drinks from the vending machine every practice)

He wasn’t as popular on the set as you were; sure, the girls fawned over him, but the males seemed jealous and always shined the stage lights in his eyes during practice. This worked out badly in their case, since you would stop all acting and make sure he was okay. This took especially long since Gojo was the biggest diva known to man. Also because he was more than happy to piss the jealous boys off as he smiled smugly at them while he pretended to be temporarily blinded.

After a few weeks, everything was done.

Apart from the kiss.

Everyone had seemed to tiptoe around the subject, per your request.

You had wanted to kiss Gojo once, and you wanted it to be perfect. Gojo hadn’t forgotten about the kiss though, but he couldn’t get an answer as to why it was never practiced, always getting brushed off and told, “Go buy more drinks, errand boy.”

Slowly, the big night was coming up.

The tickets had all been sold, and everything was practiced perfectly, to a point where you were dreaming about it in your sleep.

However, the entire week building up to the night, Gojo had spent his time trying to piece together the mystery of 'the true love’s kiss.’ He had even asked the teacher, who had given him a vague answer as well.

So, the last option was you.

Everyone was stressed out about the performance, the lights, and the sound.

But Gojo could only think about you.

Today was a big night for the third years, possibly the biggest night for those wanting to continue with musical arts and theatre.

Meaning you should, in theory, be stressing and shitting yourself. But it was the opposite; you were making peace with the cast, and when Gojo approached you, you weren’t fazed. It was almost as if you had expected it, preparing the answer to his question for weeks.

“I didn’t want to kiss you a ton of times and lose the magic; we can only do it once, and I want it to be the best.”

Gojo was stunned and wasn’t given that much time to recover, as the teacher started to count down when you had to be on stage.

“Do your best, okay?” You grinned at him before running to the edge of the curtain, waiting for your queue in the song.

Gojo swore he could hear the sounds of teenage boys growling behind him.

The very cliché plot of the play was the very reason Gojo had signed up in the first place: ‘the true love’s kiss’, that would fix everything.

And it was finally happening.

His breath hitched as he neared closer to you, and the song he had just been singing came to a close.

As you lay in the artificial bed of flowers and greenery, he took a deep breath in. You looked up at him with one eye, your eye glistening underneath the stage light. But nonetheless, a reassuring smile rested on your lips as you peeked up at him, his worries fled as he returned the smile, leaning in for the kiss happily. When he pulled away, just like in the story, you awoke, reciting the final lines of the play. On queue, the dark red curtains closed before you, the audience’s cheering and applause fading as you gave Gojo your most precious grin while his face started to flush an uncontrollable crimson.

Gojo still wasn’t able to confess his feelings after that night, but he had kissed you; that must mean something, right?

[ghostlythunderbird]

Can we get some more Omega-Verse HC with König and his mate?

maybe how they first met? Idk, I just really crave some more omega verse stuff with him.

love your work! <3

Omegaverse ~ König and how he met his mate

OMG wow my first ever ask! Ngl this has inspired me to write one for each of the boys, but Anon this one is for you! Hope you and everyone enjoy and once again a special thanks to @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for throwing ideas at me XD.

Now both your and Konig’s first meeting is the farthest thing from perfect, and remember when I said you literally barged into his life? I was being serious.

Now I’m just gonna say that you're secretly an Omega, but in order to get higher paying and government related jobs (cause that’s where the money is at) you cannot be anything less than a Beta. To safeguard your identity you have both high end scent patches and pill suppressants.

And after making sure no one could tell what your true second gender was, you applied to become a part of a Rut Retrieval Team. Your assigned member? The Austrian Apex known as König. But what you didn’t know about this supposedly dangerous second gender, was that even the least sensitive apex could still pick up on what you were even with patches and suppressants.

Now your team are the only people who can handle him after he’s coming down after a rut, primarily because many think he would be extremely dangerous. So after being dispatched somewhere in Spain, your team finally finds him while he’s still both coming off his rut and the excessive amounts of adrenaline. He was showing signs that he didn’t really want the team there but made no moves to act.

But when someone reached for him, he grabbed the much smaller beta male and practically threw him before attempting to pummel the poor guy. And in order to protect your teammate, you barrel into the apex and attempt to wrap your arms around his neck to make him stop. One main way to calm down an apex would be with a heavily scented pad that had an omegas heat scent doused into it. But before you could apply it, he grabbed your wrist and pressed his nose to your covered scent gland instead before quickly letting go.

The scent that washed over him was much stronger than could have ever been on the cloth, but once he realized there was a scent patch there he dropped your wrist like it practically burned him. You both didn’t move after that but your gazes were locked almost like a trance.

Thankfully your team didn’t catch this interaction between the two of you, as they were more focused on the beta on the ground. But once they see how he’s decently calm, they begin moving him to evac to get him back to the KorTac base. Your team didn’t desire to be anywhere near him after his earlier display so you end up being voluntold to secure him while your team is on security outside the helicopter.

König hadn’t said anything during the duration of his retrieval, he was completely silent but all he did was just keep a watchful gaze as you strapped him in. His gaze wasn’t broken until you had brought that dreaded muzzle into his view, he zeroed in on it and without a single thought he had asked “Your an Omega aren’t you?”. To König it was more of a shot in the dark, and wasn't fully expecting you to answer him.

It wasn’t until he had looked up and froze, your eyes were wide from under your mask; the fear was evident. Your grip on the muzzle tightened and the instinctive urge to get away from him was starting to take over. But before you could fully take a step back he had moved, yanking the muzzle from your grasp and had tightened it before you could blink. He had practically shrunk in on himself and made no move to look at you, even though it had no change on his height or mass for someone of his massive size. The poor guy didn’t want to scare you, and make him seem like the monster so many make him out to be.

It was odd to say the least. You had been told that Apexes were demanding and took whatever they wanted whenever. But this odd apex has only become more interesting to you in just a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he had looked in your direction and muttered a “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Ich verspreche es dir~.” That you had decided to try and get to know this enigma of a man much better. And you definitely never looked back after that chance encounter.

Translation : “Ich verspreche es dir” - I promise you (sorry if this is wrong, I’m using google translate because I’m an uneducated American XD)

Taglist: @l-lend, @kelpiesummer, @fatedeniedhope, @grizzersmamma

[fakesimp]

"Smile for Me?" , With Ver Vermillion

Warning !

Fluff/Comfort ; First meeting ; Unestablished Relationship ; Mentions of his lore a little. Idk. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) ; Mentions of planned Confession

A/n : Ver won somehow lmao, So as I promised !

Hope you guys enjoy this ! I'm sorry if it's not what you hoped for (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

ALSO AHEM- LOWKEY WANNA LEARN KOREAN JUST FOR THIS MAN-- UHMMMMMM--

oh no, oh noo. Shu. Oh no. Shu- darlin- stay focus, stay focus stay fo--

➶◜◝➴

He sees you, he sees it.

The shade of your soul.

He tried not to look like a creep, but he had been eyeing you for quite some time. He usually sees you smiling, genuinely. Not a day goes without you not smiling, laughing your heart away. Now he wondered, what happened to you until that genuine smile of yours disappeared?

Your soul was shining bright, but now,

It changed.

Ver Vermilion, as the president of the student council, he's too busy to reach out to you. But, you and him barely interact with each other. Will it be awkward if both of you talk face to face? Now he's getting fidgety thinking about it.

Until one day, he's free from signing paper work and decided to pay you a visit. He sees you at the hallway talking away with some classmates, it was pretty crowded. But he sees you laughing like usual but he knows something is wrong. But he didn't want to make you scared of him because of his power,

But if only he knew..

. . .

"Hey, there-" Ver appeared behind you, smiling at you and your classmates. "Oh Ver-! Hello!" They greeted him, you smiled at him and slightly bow at him. "Hello, Can I, talk with you for a bit (Y/n)?" He said making you tensed up a bit, but you tried to calm down your nerves. "Oh, uh, it's nothing serious-! I just want to talk to you.. if, you, don't mind of course." He explained, smiling sheepishly at you.

"N-no! It's okay, I'll talk with you! I don't mind." You stuttered and also smiled sheepishly at him, your classmates coo at you making you shot a glare at them. Making them snickered and made excuse to leave you both alone, Ver who notices the awkward situation you're both in. He coughed, "So.. how are you doing?" He asked as he slowly lead both of you and himself away from the crowd in the hallways. "I'm doing okay! How about you? I could tell as a student council president must be tiring.." you said as you slightly frown.

Ver chuckled, you smiled along with him. "It is tiring, but at least, I did a good thing." He said as he smiled at you, "You can do it Kaichou!" You said to him. Making him a bit startled but eventually smile at you, "Thank you, I'll try my best." He said and pat your head. Making you blush at his gesture, but you didn't say no to it.

What you didn't realize his eyes slightly glows, and he sees it. The cause of your smile's disappearance, he frowned for a moment as he pull his hand off your head. He felt guilty for doing so, but he wanted to know, he wanted to help you. "What's wrong?" You asked him as you tilt your head a little, "No, it's nothing. I just want to say, if you, want to talk to someone, I'll listen to you. Don't be shy to come over to me, I'll spare my time listening to you" Ver said as he smiled at you, making your heart flutter.

"Ah.. But-" Ver shook his head made you stopped in the middle of your sentence. "..Okay then, I'll keep that in mind.. I hope you don't mind.." You replied, making the male let out a small chuckle. "Good, then I suppose, I'll be expecting you coming at me then? Haha, and of course I don't mind you visiting.." he said as he gently sigh, "Ver! I have some papers for you to sign on!" Someone multi colored hair called Ver, her hair is half pink and half yellow. Supposedly, you guess that girl must be the vice president of the student council. She called his name making him wince, "Ahh.. Breaks over, I have to go.." he sighed once again and look over at you. "I'll look forward to see you in the future, don't be shy okay? I'll see you around." He said as he gently pat you on the head one last time,

"Oh, also..

Smile for me?"

He asked before going to the student council room, making you a bit confused but you smiled at him anyway. Making him also smile at you, "Stay that way okay?" He whispered. But you barely make out what he's saying, you were about to ask him but he already walked away.

You stood there at the hallway, staring at his back figure slowly going further, and further, and disappeared into the student council room. Somehow, after he pat your head. You feel, enlightened. You feel as if you can just fly at that moment you felt like your burden have been taken away, whatever that he did to you, you are thankful. And you know, That he is waiting.

Waiting for you,

To come over and spill out all of your worries.

Or maybe, your feelings towards him too?

Maybe..

©fakesimp

A/n : Ver Vermilion, oh dear me...

I watched his lore video, and the moment he spoke korean..

I MELTED. HELPPP---

Using Luxiem tags, since idk if Xsoleil tags is, yk existent rn..

[ca-suffit]

i haven’t read the books but from the way some book stans talk about lestat like he’s some saint, i was not expecting sam in that interview to be like no actually he loves being evil and he’s really good at it and all the stuff about male rage/akasha and the devil being like wow he’s so terrible i need to recruit him actually. and i’ve seen the odd comment on twitter that’s like oh poor sam for having to put up with this lestat character assassination. like i don’t wanna call ppl out but i saw someone say “he signed up for anne rice’s iwtv, not rolin jones’s iwtv 😢” like ??? no actually he did sign up for rolin’s adaptation. and then they act like he’s so put out by the changes like a) he’s getting paid to pay his favorite character i think he’s okay. and b) even if he has reservations or questions about a change or even outright disagrees with one, he’s always full of praise for the final product and for rolin in general. like girl he is fine lol. like he said, some changes needed to be made and were for the greater good e.g. wrt improving the louis character.

I forget if he clarified in the interview or not, but that bit he says about going to hell comes right from the books

But what had I done to Claudia? And when would I have to pay for that? How long was she content to be the mystery that bound Louis and me so tightly together, the muse of our moonlit hours, the one object of devotion common to us both? Was it inevitable that she who would never have a woman's form would strike out at the demon father who condemned her to the body of a little china doll? I should have listened to Marius's warning. I should have stopped for one moment to reflect on it as I stood on the edge of that grand and intoxicating experiment: to make a vampire of "the least of these." I should have taken a deep breath. But you know, it was like playing the violin for Akasha. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see what would happen, I mean, with a beautiful little girl like that! Oh, Lestat, you deserve everything that ever happened to you. You'd better not die. You might actually go to hell. But why was it that for purely selfish reasons, I didn't listen to some of the advice given me? Why didn't I learn from any of them-Gabrielle, Armand, Marius? But then, I never have listened to anyone, really. Somehow or other, I never can.

he's not a saint (but he wants to be one for a second lol) but I personally didn't feel like he was that "evil" either. anne rice wasn't rly a good writer and fired her editor 3 books in on top of it. the series was unplanned and it's a wreck. he does awful shit but nothing I'd view makes him rly "evil," so it was a struggle for me to get on board with all that. an internal fight about how he views himself, I could understand, but idk what was rly that bad otherwise. especially cuz she was so in luv with him that consequences for anything he does just drop off as the books go? let me not write a whole thing about this lol. but ya the good and evil thing is from the books. the rice-a-ronis do mention it in posts sometimes but ever since the show has aired, everything has to be explained away now, bcuz they don't like black and brown characters or fans judging their white fav. he's either an innocent meow meow or a gothic monster, depending what mood they're in that day to dodge whatever criticism comes for them.

AMC explores a lot of stories about violent men so I've never understood this insistence like it's going to be some soft romantic series. the romance is gonna exist in the violence somehow, especially cuz they're vampires. louis slamming dreamstat's head into a rock wall while being goaded to do it bcuz dreamstat says it's the only way louis knows how to luv is sort of peak loustat for where we're at rn. I'm sure eventually they'll be more tender but it's still gonna have gritty undertones for the network it's on and who is writing it. the stans luv to make it about gendered shit, like rolin is ruining it all bcuz he's a man, but anne rice wrote violent, fucked up things too. worse than the show is prbly going to go. it's all excuses. u can just not like something without having to justify ur dislike of it to death. like damn. it's not ur taste, just stop watching??

and yes sam is a grown ass man getting prbly a good paycheck from this so loll he will be fine!