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captain039 · 1 year ago

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PART 2 Souls coming together

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

(Intertwined with a mortal continuation read part one here)

Warnings: Olden times, age gap, lots of feels, angst, working through trauma, tension, sexual, oral f-receiving, marriage, Astarions trauma and issues, body shaming, harassment, anxiety’s and depression, lotta issues xD

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After the party you felt an eagerness to get home, wanting the comforts of your room, but also having the duke visiting. Gods your thoughts went sinful, you quickly changed then as you arrived home. You said your goodnights, not wanting to talk about what happened to your parents. You told your servant to leave you also and she did with a sad smile. You sat in front of your mirror staring at yourself, hating how everything felt bigger, uglier the longer you stared. You looked away with a small noise of disgust before you turned to your painting, it was two lovers, dancing in the garden at night. You sagged a bit trying to find the pins in your hair before you jumped at a voice.

“Let me” you looked in the mirror and saw no one, you glanced behind you and saw the duke. You nodded letting your hands rest in your lap as you felt him pull the four pins out that were holding your hair. You felt your cheeks go warm and glanced in the mirror again, odd seeing your hair move almost on its own. You felt him move your hair to the side, undoing the silver necklace you had and laying it on the table before he moved to your earrings. This felt oddly intimate as he laid the earrings on the table and grabbed your brush.

“I thought we were going to talk” you stopped him, speaking in a hushed tone.

“You reek of anxiety’s, I know this soothes some women” he said and for some reason you found yourself jealous and frowning. You snatched your hair brush back and laid it on the table turning to him.

“I don’t need to calm down” you said standing up as he smirked.

“Speak!” You huffed at him and he raised an eyebrow.

“You suggested this since you care now” you crumbled and his gaze hardened and his brows furrowed.

“The lady’s what do they say?” He asked and you tensed.

“Can you not hear them?” You said, didn’t he have super hearing or something.

“Darling it’s hard to focus when you’re in my arms and your heart pounds in my ear” he said smirking and you found yourself flushed.

“Doesn’t matter then” you said struggling with your dress ties, finding it hard to breathe.

“It’s upsetting you a great deal so it does matter and my alternative wouldn’t be appropriate” he said softly by your ear making you shudder as you felt his hands untie your dress.

“What alternative?” You dared asked.

“Murder” he said simply and your mouth hung open and you glanced to him.

“What are you doing?” You slapped his hands away holding the dress up.

“You are uncomfortable in this clothing” he stated and you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose.

“This is something a husband does! Not you!” You snapped quietly.

“Get out, just go away, this was an excellent talk, please leave” you gestured to the door seeing his frown briefly as you avoided his Ruby eyes.

“What do they say?” He asked voice firm and ordering, it made you shudder.

“Things Astarion!” You snapped again.

“Duke Ancunin” you quickly corrected, cheeks hot from embarrassment.

“In the future don’t ask me to dance” you said suddenly and he froze.

“Clearly this” you gestured between you both.

“Is just-“ you struggled with words and he growled lips capturing yours quickly in a possessive kiss. you whimpered softly your omega side instantly submitting despite your feelings. His hands went to your hips, pulling you flush against him while your hands held his biceps.

“I will do, what I please, with my mate” he muttered against your lips before he moved down to kiss your jaw then your neck. Your heart fluttered as one of his hands slid up your waist and the other went to lift your thigh, holding your leg against him. Your body felt like it was on fire as you struggled to breathe properly. His fangs caressed your skin and you shuddered gripping his arm tightly. You felt excitement light up in your body as he gently sucked, but didn’t pierce the skin. He let out a raspy breath against your skin and you felt him shudder under your touch before he pulled back, your leg slipping from his hold. You frowned, something in his eyes glazed over and his face looked scared.

“Duke Ancunin?” You asked softly as he looked to you, but it felt like he was stuck in his mind.

“Astarion?” You said softly lifting a hand to cup his cheek. He flinched though and you frowned softly before trying again, successful this time.

“Where are you?” you whispered in question softly, his eyes focused back and he frowned stepping away from you quickly. He was gone in an instant, a grey mist remnant in place of where he was before it faded quickly. You stood confused and flushed what had he been thinking?

Next part ->

#astarion x reader #duke astarion #ascended astarion #x reader #aob #au #bridgerton inspired

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arty-chase · 1 year ago

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Who Made Me a Villain (4)

[Masterlist] [Ao3]

(Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 3)(here)(Part 5)

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Gotham Academy is the most prestigious school the city has to offer. With a rich history since its founding in 1863, it has seen many students pass through its halls.

Currently, school break has ended and students return back to their education. They chattered about their holidays and excitement filled the air over seeing their friends again.

They didn’t know about the storm that was going to disrupt their peace.

The doors slammed wide open. Illuminating the girl wearing a pink hoodie that was definitely against the school dress code.

No one paid her any mind.

When the bell rang, students reluctantly headed to their classrooms.

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Mr. Myers was a perfectly ordinary English teacher who had the lovely opportunity to teach at Gotham’s most prestigious education institution.

Currently, he was taking attendance for homeroom.

“Rei Yukimura.”

“Here.”

“Rebel Without-a-Cause.” The teacher paused and looked again at the last name written down on his list.

“Rebel Without-a-Cause” he repeated with a tinge of confusion and settling fear.

“Here.” Came from a voice in the back. Looking every bit of the picture of a delinquent student with combat boots both propped up on the desk and customised school uniform that goes against every school dress code was Rebel. The teenage maniac killer from France who is also the daughter of Joker and Gotham’s newest problem.

Everyone in the class turned to look at her. Upon meeting her gaze, they looked away for fear of drawing attention to themselves.

Mr. Myers, a born and raised Gothamite with nerves of steel, said, “I wasn’t aware that I was getting a new student.”

Rebel hummed before answering, “Well, the paperwork wasn't finalised until this morning.”

She dared him to challenge her.

Mr. Myers, a born and raised Gothamite with self-preservation instinct, didn’t take the bait.

“Well then, let’s begin the class, shall we? We won’t have trouble here, right, miss Rebel?”

“No. No. I’m just here to learn. Psych ward is not a good learning environment.”

“Very well then. Let’s start homeroom.”

Mr. Myers turned back to the whiteboard.

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Batman and Commissioner Gordon met on the roof of Gotham Police Station.

“The strangest thing happened today.” Gordon began and turned to face Batman. “Rebel went to Gotham Academy.”

“Hn.” Batman grunted. This was news to him and caught his interest. Tim had dropped out of the place years ago and Damian refused to mingle among the ‘low-minded morons’ in ‘prison for children’.

“Apparently, she had enrolled herself there. Caused a bit of panic among parents when they found out. But she has done nothing bad as of yet.”

“How is she enrolled?” Batman asked, “Wouldn’t the school board deny her entry?”

Gordon sighed, “According to some ‘anonymous’ tips, Rebel had threatened most of them with blackmail. She sent proof of the incriminating evidence she had on them that none of them want being leaked to the press.”

“Hn.”

“It’s a headache. We have tried to arrest her but she pulled out some bullshit loophole law from years ago that she found that basically says that we can’t arrest her while she is on Gotham Academy grounds during school hours. That law is still in place to this day so our hands are tied unless the city council gets on changing it and you know how long the process takes.”

“Hn.”

“In addition to that, she has signed a contract that says that she promises to not cause any physical harm to the teachers and students. Or else she would be expelled. That contract has incredibly detailed circumstances where she would not be to blame if there were some injuries on a student or staff member in an incident involving her. In addition to that, she could continue her schooling online if she happens to be in Arkham. The frustrating bit is that all those conditions she set out were all reasonable. She had Harvey Dent, wearing a mask to cover his uglier side, come in as her lawyer when she signed the contract.”

“Two-Face had his lawyer licence revoked.” Batman said.

“Again, due to some technicality, it is Two-Face who doesn’t have the right to practise law. Harvey Dent still can. And it was Harvey Dent who was in the meeting. Or so Rebel claimed.”

“Hn.”

“The law bends to exactly fit Rebel's wishes and we have no clue why she wishes to go to school.”

“I have an idea.”

Gordon waited.

Batman stood there silent.

“Well, what is it?” Gordon asked, annoyed by his silence.

Batman pointed behind Gordon. The Commissioner turned around to see a pink dot in the distance, jumping from rooftop to rooftop.

Gordon turned back around to see that the vigilante had disappeared. Probably chasing down Rebel.

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Rebel walked out from the fast food joint, humming with her goods in one hand. She expertly parkoured one-handed onto the rooftop. She set down the bags of food and reached for her backpack.

A few minutes later, a blanket is laid out with paper plates and soft drink cans nearly arranged on it.

There was a thud signalling the arrival… of who she wasn’t expecting.

Rebel turned around and her forehead creased into a frown.

“Mister Bat.”

“Rebel. How was your first day in school?”

“Fun.” She replied. “Are you going to stop me?”

“Hn.”

A non-answer.

“Relax. I am not going to kill any of them-” Rebel realised why Batman was worried about her going to school. Her track record of murdering classmates.

“I suppose my past history does make people nervous about me attending school. I promise that I am in a healthier state of mind now. You can check with Dr. Fenton.”

Rebel tried to reassure the vigilante. Everyone she knew had asked her for the reason behind her latest decision to go back to school. The paranoid Bat was probably the same as everyone else. Wondering if she would cause another school massacre.

“I am not worried about that.” Batman said, cutting off her babbling.

“Huh?” Rebel gave him a look of surprise.

“You wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble of making an air-tight contract with many conditions that would backfire on you if you ever make the slightest misstep.”

“What if it is all just a ruse? What if I am just biding my time? What then?” Rebel challenged.

“Then, I will personally drag you back to Arkham into the cell with maximum security.”

“Do it then.”

“Not until you give me a reason to. I believe some people need second chances.”

“You have given my biological father many chances and he has never changed. What if I am not that much different from him?”

“You are not your father. You are someone independent of him. You make your own choices.”

“Still a criminal though.”

“But not a murderer.”

Rebel lets out a dark laugh, “What makes you so sure that I have never killed before?”

“I have kept an eye on you since you set foot in this city. When you get angry, you lash out and take it out on empty places. You ease your boredom with pranks and heists. In all of your plans, you had considered the civilians and they were all left unscathed. And I know that you are not fully set on what you want to do.”

“Maybe I just don’t like getting blood on my clothes.”

“Emily Campbell.” Batman said. The name didn’t ring any bells.

“Who?”

“She was the girl you saved from an explosion which you caused.” Batman explained.

“Oh, the Tik-Tok girl. She was a stupid girl standing there to record a video for five minutes of fame. I am not a monster who is going to let someone die by their stupidity.” Rebel remembered that she was a villain not a hero anymore.

“Besides, it’s more fun to see themselves being humiliated by the audience they were trying to impress.” Rebel finished.

“Most villains wouldn’t care enough to save her but you did. And you rescued her.” Batman pointed out. “You convinced yourself that you are some evil person because that’s what people told you that you are.”

“Stop psychoanalysing me!” Rebel said angrily.

Batman was stubborn in letting her know that she was wrong.

“Even if they die, you visit their graves with flowers. You carry around a gun filled with blanks because you can’t handle the thought of killing someone. You wear a mask to distance yourself from your true nature because you hate…” Batman trailed off, realising his mistake a bit too late.

“Myself.” Rebel finished calmly. The calm before the storm.

“I hate myself. But self-loathing is a very common thing in our lifestyle. Along with the guilt with each person you cannot save. Another person you failed. Another name to remember and etched into your heart. It’s worse if you knew them. It’s devastating if you care about them very deeply.”

Rebel had another thing in common with her father. She knew just how to get under Batman’s skin.

“Enough.”

He would not admit that his voice was slightly shaky when he said it.

“No. You fucking started it and it’s my turn to psychoanalyse you.”

Rebel was a vengeful angel on a warpath. Intend on leaving the earth scorching with her wrath. She was out for his blood.

“You break every promise you made because you convinced yourself that it’s for the greater good. That only made all the relationships you have so strained and you feel alone. Once you realise that you are alone, you decided that it was the best outcome and continued on carrying the weight of everything like you are Atlas. Like you are the titan that can hold up the sky. When the reality is that you are not a god, you are just a human who is too paranoid to trust anyone and pushed everyone who remotely cared about you away for your stupid self-assigned mission!”

Batman knew all of this. He had spent many nights thinking about it. He was self-aware enough to admit to himself that Rebel was right and on point for everything she said. But he didn’t say anything to refute it.

Because Batman knew that Rebel was not talking about him and that was the worrying part.

Rebel didn’t speak for a while and just waited for him to argue back.

When he didn’t, she scowled and rubbed her eyes.

“It’s the dust.” Rebel said, louder than needed.

Batman continued to say nothing and reached into his utility belt for a packet of tissue and held it out to her. An olive branch and an apology.

She took it and faced away from him. He politely looked away.

Her phone beeped and she took it out to read the message.

“Looks like Lay’s not going to be coming. Some trouble came up.” Rebel reported when there was no need for her to do so.

Batman thought about what to say but he had already pushed her too much for today.

“For what my opinion is worth, I believe that you will do the right thing when it comes down to it.” was what he ended up going with.

Rebel scoffed. Although she looked thoughtful about his words.

As Batman was about to grapple off the roof, she said the one word he was hoping for.

“Wait.”

Batman stopped, the arm with the grappling gun still raised.

Rebel fidgeted in her spot, hesitation written all over her.

“I… I thought about it. Whether I should tell you or not. Even before you chased me here.” Rebel started. “And you were right. I don’t want to go through with it.”

Batman put his grapple gun away.

Rebel gave him a look that was a bit difficult to decipher.

“Here’s the deal. You do this one thing for me and I will call it off.”

“What’s the catch?”

“I need you to keep an open-mind and try to believe that I am not making things up. This is the context of what I was going to do.”

Batman would admit that he had been slightly curious about her past. He does the typical background check on her like he did with all of his Rogues but not as in-depth. There was always something off about what he had gleamed.

He was expecting neglectful parents or being outcasted for being strange.

What he got was completely different.

Evil butterflies. Teenage superheroes who were given a responsibility too big and way over their heads. Magic jewelries that could grant wishes. The city being attacked on a regular basis because someone had a bad day. The world nearly ending a few times. Said magical jewelries given out to other teenagers, one of whom was Rebel.

That last confession had confirmed his theories about who had taught her to fight.

“I have never heard about it.” Batman said. He was not trying to point out that she was making this up but it was bad if this had never appeared onto the Justice League’s radar.

“I assume it’s because the threat was mainly contained in Paris and the akuma battles rarely lasted for more than a day. Most people don’t know an attack happened until way later. I was there with Ladybug and the rest of the team when Hawkmoth got defeated.”

“What happened to him?”

“Ladybug dealt with him.” She answered. “And… I was in contact with Ladybug’s civilian identity afterwards. A few months later, she told me that she met Giovanni Zatara.”

“Zatara? I’ll have to ask Zatanna to confirm.”

“Yeah.” Rebel appeared nervous for some reason. “Can you not… look for Ladybug? I have caused her enough trouble.”

“Why wasn’t she there at your trial?”

Rebel’s shoulder slumped. “The Miraculouses used to be protected by this super secret society and a few months before my trial, they took the Miraculouses away and wiped Ladybug’s memories. As for the rest of the team. They were out of the country, pursuing their careers so they didn’t know this was happening and it all went down fast.”

He felt sympathy for the girl in front of him. He was mostly convinced that the story is true. His only worry was that she might be lying about how involved she actually was.

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

Rebel sighed. “I don’t agree with what Ladybug did for Hawkmoth.”

Batman waited for her to elaborate.

“I- she let him get away mostly scot free.” Rebel confessed. “Back then, I thought it was the right thing. The most peaceful resolution. We get the Miraculous back and he gets his wife back. The whole reason he wanted a wish was to bring her back. Happily ever after, right?” She sounded choked up.

Batman stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I know I sound a bit selfish, wishing for him to suffer when he is happy with his life and I am not doing well with my life.” Rebel continued.

She looked up with determination. “I want you to arrest Hawkmoth. That is the deal. You catch him and I will stop what I am going to do. But if some of the others want to continue regardless, I can’t do anything about it. I can only give you my notes so you can counter them.”

“I assume Hawkmoth had caused you some hurt. If you are going against Ladybug’s decision like this.”

“He was part of the reason I had a falling out with my old classmates. I couldn’t give a concrete reason why I was skipping out on our hangouts for akumas. It was so easy for that two-faced lying bitch to get into their heads and-”

Rebel stopped and tried to calm down from her rant.

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out.

She steeled herself and continued.

“The thing is I saw him on the news the other day. Celebrating his wife’s birthday. It’s fucking selfish of me. He didn’t get to suffer the consequences of his actions. I am here in Gotham as a known criminal while he is acting like he is god’s gift to people with his appealing bland designs. It’s kinda late but I want him to get the consequences he deserves.”

Rebel looked at him. “Is it pathetic of me to ask this of you?”

Batman mulled over the issue. “Why are you asking me to do this?”

“Hawkmoth’s secret identity was connected to my murder trial even though he didn’t know that I was one of the superheroes that interfered in his plans as Hawkmoth. I don’t want it to be seen as me trying to get back at my victims.”

“He’s one of the parents.”

Rebel nodded.

“Yes. You are a smart guy. You would be able to figure out who he is. Given that you believe that I am not making the entire thing up.”

“You rarely lie, Rebel.”

“I lie all the time.”

“You are not a very good one. So it is easy to tell when you are not.”

“Fuck.”

“I will verify what you said first.” Batman said. “I will come back later. Hold your plans off for at least a week.”

“I am not that good of a person you think I am, Mister Bat. The only reason I haven’t done him in is because I don’t ever want to step back in Paris if I can help it.”

“I have one more question for you.”

“What is it?”

“Why did you go back to school?”

“My personal reason why?”

Batman gave a slight nod.

“I suppose you can call it a desperate attempt at living a ‘normal’ life.” Rebel answered.

“I see.”

“Be good.” Those were Batman’s final words before he grappled off the roof.

“Remember who you are talking to, Batman.” Rebel mumbled into the night as she popped open a soda can.

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(Part 5)

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#who made me a villain #Rebel is so tired #She wants to be good but being good backfired on her too many times #She is tired #honestly mood

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oflgtfol · 9 months ago

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Okay same venom 2003 anon again. I dont have anything else to add to what ur saying as again i didnt read venom 2003 So im just nodding respectfully and wisely to everything your saying but re ur tags is the artist you mean Humberto Ramos? Bc if it is if it helps he's a pretty unpopular artist amongst people (though usually for criticisms about his art being “too cartoony” instead of anything meaningful like the objectification of women which i personally despise when people do that. No more realism sexy super models i want hyper stylisation ONLY in my comic books just to piss those people off). I also personally do not care about him as an artist no hate nor respect towards him but again the bar is so low 😭 ive seen so many genuinely boring deeply misogynistic artists who treat women the exact same awful objectifying way but who get passes in comic book spaces because their art is more Conventionally Likeable. Like if im gonna be forced to see a woman be drawn as only one body type and face and breasting boobily id much rather take the uglier style or the more stylised style just to have something Interesting To Look At then Another Boring Generic Guy Drawing Semi Realism with Soft Shading Based off 1950s Pin ups but thats just me personally as a lifelong comic book guy

YES HUMBERTO RAMOS. i hate the venom 2003 art but in the past two hours i've come to realize that humberto ramos is my real enemy here and the only real fault of venom 2003 is its resemblance of ramos's art (of course in addition to its own home brewed sexism).

i really love stylized art and i hate realistic styles. i love the classic ASM look because it struck a nice balance between the two: the 1960s-80s need to depict the human form in a standardized, realistic way (likely due to toy sales, at least if its caused by the same phenomenon of 80s cartoons, a la he-man, having that same look to them), but the flat colors, limited color palette, and cell shading were so so wonderfully simple and sleek in a really fun way. gave such a distinct Look to the comic, and the simplicity of the colors also made the realistic lineart not too realistic. it just felt very intentional, very careful, very creative with their technological limitations, and it's such a timeless look that has aged so well even still to the 2020s

so while i love the classique look, i also love when comic styles go even further to really break the mold and stylize further!! herrera in venom 2003, and ramos's whole *gestures broadly* COULD be good, if only they were done a little bit more purposefully, and yknow, minus the outrageous sexism

and yes sexism is overall so entrenched in marvel comics and i wouldn't be surprised if it also infected literally all other comic companies out there, considering We Live In A Society. anyone who dares to argue that misogyny doesn't exist needs to go become a comic geek and read hundreds of marvel comics and see

1. how utterly shallow women are characterized compared to their male counterparts

2. how female characters so rarely get to exist on their own outside of a male character; ie. female characters who are only side characters for a male hero, or superheroines who are literaly just "female version of xyz popular male character!", etc etc etc

3. the way women are visually depicted compared to men. men, especially the superheroes, are still subject to white patriarchal standards of beauty of course, but the huge muscles they're drawn with are a form of power, a "look how cool i am." you will never get that with a female character. they are only ever depicted with the same fucking face, the same fucking body type, the same fucking curves and tasteful cleavage and pouty lips and cat eye makeup.

4. and while the men have these like insane muscles that do not exist irl, they at least get to POSE in ways that are not sexualized. the women characters, even if their designs are not objectifying, will still be posed so that their butts face the camera, they have a pretty side profile to show off the silhouette of their breasts, etc. if you really pay careful attention to the way women are placed in comic panels compared to men it's so insane. so fucking insane

but yknow, all of those things tend to manifest in subtle ways, ways that you really can only pick up when you've read so many comics over a decent amount of time, and when you're otherwise prepared to read for and pick up on sexist elements. so i guess i REALLY draw my line and get pissed the fuck off beyond belief when comic writers and/or artists then begin to just be, blatantly, fucking sexist. a la those terrible panels from ASM spider island. a la that one she-hulk issue. a la spider-man/red sonja. when it's blatant it means you give NO fucks, it means you don't even believe women are people because you don't expect them to be engaging your works and thus you don't expect any sort of audience outcry from your blatant sexism, it means you literally only see women as objects for your male audience to oogle over, it's beyond frustrating

#ask #Anonymous #comics posting

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agape4 · 5 days ago

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I am hand sexual because my hand is more competent in a lover because my hand seeks out intangible items often lacking literal existence just like you do stupid but I can pity my hand that didn't know what I knew while your whole fucking body is that fucking dumb a whore so I pay a whore when she fucked wrong and he leave saying,

I find a new younger deal for free as I pity her that she didn't desire to be enlightenment of Buddha that is nothing of her cruel treatment so pay a whore saying you need the whole man faithful like me but I can't afford a lady

as nothing so give on the most worthy but that is rarely one I like as ugly ladies deserve more than sexy ones

so I pay for fucked whores without doing it because enlightenment is cruel to abuse a lady as nothingness of Buddha enlightenment is wrong

for her as I man male pimp of better than nothing to give onto a ugly lady the more worthy my love as why fuck her and trade her for a younger nothing you degrade also

as I pay for whoredoms I don't like as ugly betraying of me is my best interest as to love one for what one don't like is the core of my love for uglier than whore paid to be more than nothing and rarely for love I like as she is desired to be loved even more for what I can't afford

as I am not a whole man but a lady can't ask for a less than a whole man as why treatment her like a whore and have her fuck you too, because I don't enjoy asking for undesirable relationship with people dumber than my hand

as my hand seek out the intangible idea that can't exist as people seek out their desire to pursuit that is right like my hand that it seek out but I know people

as dumb as my hand are whole people that dumb a whore while my hand is only a hand that is as smart as a human but it is only hand so more worthy to be my lover but my hand does not have sex

as it is more hairy than a lady hand so I dare not look ashamed of hand saying I shave it not because your stupid to think my hand made me gay nor my dick made my hand gay because I desire the lady JLeigh but why reward my self when others deserve my love

as I don't understand you stupid money gotten or paid had nothing to do with guilt and your beat interest will punishs you as it does not matter stupid whores if you won or lost stupid whores you are punished if that serves your best Interest or why punish them stupid whores

as why does it matter your motive can't define a person best interest and winning and losing is money given or taken and is not involuntary feeling of guilt as why are you a dumb whore

you worthless shit for brain don't punish people with money if they told you no as mone is evil so how shall you rewars them if that is what they told you stupid whores because it is worst than a crime to compensate a victim without promisson evil whores I will murder you for less!

as I said no to you drop dead evil whores is my wish of you worthless turds! Give onto God what is God's and onto a fag whore a stick or carrot 🥕 as horse justice.

I die the way I am so fuck you and the horse you rode on may it cost you off him dead!

A lady has had men provide for them for millions of years as the prover dies for providing but he can hate money and suffer at work having gained less than nothing from doing so except to prevent generational injustice as his death is more ideal than this but die for me doubting whores and I will murder you worthy it!

#Generational injustice is cruel tolerance. You shalt die sooner than i will tolerate your crimes that i seen to violation of my senses.

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myrc3lla · 1 month ago

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@dcviline asked: ❝ I'm sorry. You look so beautiful, I just had to kiss you. ❞ (trys bc she deserves it okay)

He had grown accustomed to breaking protocol. Not that Dorne was a place that cared about it, but Doran had been clear that she should be treated like the Princess of the Realm she was. Perhaps at first, that had worked for them, but with age came wisdom and also, that rising emotion on the pit, that fluttering feeling when Trystane is close and he toys with her hair. Or when he kisses her despite their guards. When he sneaks into her room to steal kisses and touches while she keeps quiet because she would not dare to show herself so plainly.

But his kiss is reciprocated with eagerness, her hands coming to the collar, open shirt a welcome surprise for her fingers to cling to the material and keeping him close. "You always say the same thing." Myrcella fake scolds him on the matter, a smile growing upon her lips as she breathes in, rosy lips tainted with the feverish touch of their kiss. "Shall I make myself uglier for you to avoid temptation?"

#dcviline #「 ♛ 」 » interactions . / ━━ ⸢ dcviline⸥ˊ.#simp simp

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rederiswrites · 3 months ago

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@fanfoolishness asked for more, and Arden is talking to me fast so I have more.

From a game perspective, before we get further, he's a rogue. He doesn't think about it that way, of course. He just thinks he's a fighter. (and Fast as Fuck, Boieee. He's good and he knows it.)

[narrator: Varric already knew this. Arden, however, never considering trying to talk with Venatori.]

The material says he was adopted into a military family. Arden says they don't live in Minrathous, but rather in a smaller, kinda provincial city. They were loving and steady (and very Tevinter) and a bit slow and absolutely couldn't keep up with their firecracker son. There was a lot of throwing up of hands in vaguely articulated despair over his continual rebellion against a perfectly good, steady life. He left for the big city and opportunity when he was 19.

Almost immediately made the wrong friends, because they were flashy and daring and fun. Before he knew it, Arden was doing some stuff that was fun and exhilarating and didn't really square with the morality he'd been taught at home (but of course, that morality included things like "slavery is fine actually and they don't mind; look, ours seem happy"). But then a couple of them starting running with Venatori, and he started getting really uncomfortable.

The closer he got to the whole thing, the uglier it looked. It was people saying things that were almost what he grew up with--but more unvarnished. And it looked worse that way. He was a basically amiable guy! He really had been on good terms with his household slaves, or thought he was. And he was starting to realize, among other things, that they'd've had to act that way even if he was pissing them off. Didn't like that thought much. And the callousness the Venatori spoke of people beneath them with--that, he couldn't quite swallow.

Eventually, he ended up ratting his "friends" out to the templars on a job. It went very badly, he got some scars, and he came to the attention of the Shadow Dragons.

He's actually 26 now. He tried growing a beard to look older, but Varric told him that it only made him look 18 but also desperate to look older. He's been running with the Shadow Dragons for five years, and become steadier and taken some leadership roles. He's done a lot of thinking and talking about the ideas he grew up with, but he's still a long way from a mature understanding of it all. He has a huge, blatant crush on Viper, and also wants to be him. Best not to contemplate the edgelord nicknames he's considered and discarded before Rook.

[Probably thinking "Maybe they'll call me Snakebite now!"]

He's been with Varric for a year. He didn't know him at all before--Tevinter prefers its own writers, and certainly doesn't have time for some Free Marcher pulp writer. Since, he's come to see him as a mentor and maybe more of a father figure than Varric was comfortable with. He's grown a LOT and seen different ways of doing things that have continually challenged him. But he is not, and I really cannot overstate this, at all ready to lead the Veilguard. Lace absolutely should've taken over. But that's not who she is, and it is who he is. No one else moved yet? My turn.

I made him as triangular as the character creator allowed without it looking silly. And yes, Arden has dragon tattoos, like the edgelord he's just starting to finally not be.

Yeahhh I did make another Rook. Arden Mercari, Shadow Dragon firebrand. I set out to make him a pretty boy, and I did, but I accidentally made him more babyfaced than I intended, and it's already affecting my thoughts about him quite a lot.

He's not a lot like Magda Thorne. She was mature and deliberate. She chose her actions carefully based on what she thought would get results. She negotiated for information in that opening scene bar. Arden? Started a fight.

And it was a beautifully choreographed fight, I gotta say! But even Varric pointed out that it was a lot more effort than strictly needed.

Arden is young and smart and fast and full of potential, and also cocky and brash and hot headed. He's a lot less ready to lead than Magda, and yet more ready to think he is.

He's also definitely been on the wrong side of the law for less virtuous reasons than resistance work.

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #Arden Mercar

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daiseukiis · 4 years ago

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: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 ; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

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─꒱ in which we peak into how life is as the in-law of the fushiguro family after marrying megumi。

─꒱ feat. fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji & fushiguro tsumiki

─꒱ warnings ; profanity, chaotic hot shit

─꒱ notes ; OMG SHOULD I MAKE A SPECIAL WHERE YOU GUYS SEND IN ASKS ABOUT HOW THE NEIGHBOURS REACT TO THE FUSHIGUROS EYVBIJX HAHAHA

─꒱ episode one | 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒 | episode three

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꒰꒰ you love your father-in-law, like you really do love toji, but that worm of his needs to be in a fucking cage.

a loud scream comes from the top of your lungs early in the morning, eyelashes blinking to shoo the drowsiness away after it's been awakened by the warm sun rays that lay atop your eyelids. as much as you love waking up in the morning in bed with your husband, you don't get that luxury sometimes.

"y/n?!" hearing the loud footsteps of your husband rushing towards with another scream from your sister-in-law, the both of them slam the door wide open. "what happened?!" toji is the last to appear to the scene, his expression more on the sight of confusion compared to the worried and panicked facials on megumi and tsumiki's face. "what the fuck?"

"get this fucking worm off me!"

꒰꒰ if that worm wasn't adopted by toji it would've been on fucking sight. that shit uglier then sukuna's stock of human girls for his bitch soup.

꒰꒰ after you told megumi what toji had told you when you were left alone with him ( the sex question ), you are no longer allowed to be alone at home with him. megumi made sure that the dogs are around.

꒰꒰ you found out the hard way that toji has some lameass dad jokes.

you and tsumiki decided to order sushi for dinner due to the fact the both of you were too lazy to cook, seeing how you and megumi came back tired from a mission and toji from one as well, you all felt bad having tsumiki cook all on her own so you bought food instead.

"i'd avoid sushi if i were you, it seems fishy." toji says just as you all prepared the table to eat. you and megumi freeze on the spot, the trio of you all turning your heads towards toji who sports a serious face. megumi groans, "don't ever do that again."

"i thought it was pretty good." tsumiki lets out a small giggle, you smiling that toji was now comfortable to even make jokes after everything. megumi turns to counter his sister's opnion, through you all swore you heard a stifled chuckle come from toji.

'he's laughing at his own jokes!'

꒰꒰ the effort is appreciated though.

꒰꒰ sometimes you and tsumiki buy too many stuff at the groceries, you call megumi to summon nue and get his shikigami to carry it for you two.

꒰꒰ toji offered ( jokingly ) to let you guys use his worm as a storage while you went shopping for groceries once, let's just say he got smacked in the face with a pan.

꒰꒰ it's his fault for joking while you were cooking.

꒰꒰ you were used to waking up three in the morning for anything and seeing your husband and father-in-law tying some burglar or assassin up, but no way were the rest of the family used to you doing the work.

"y/n?" megumi comes walking down the stairs with his father, turning on the lights in the dark hour to gain a shred of shine. the two males see in full picture that you had just finished punching someone in the face, the other hand holding them up by the collar as it physically shows that whoever this guy dressed in black had just failed in whatever mission he had in mind.

"who's that?" toji raises a brow, more so on the fact that he is impressed you beat up the intruder without a single sound in the dead of night. the look of displeasure shows you were in no mood, wanting nothing more than what you had walked downstairs for before this piece of shit decided to ruin your night. you throw the man in black on to the floor, scowling.

"all i wanted was a glass of fucking water, not an assassin who can't even use the front door."

꒰꒰ when you and tsumiki make food in the kitchen, expect a knife to go flying at least once.

꒰꒰ you don't know if you should be thankful to have tsumiki as your sister or not, she's unintentionally scary and she's not even trying.

꒰꒰ somehow you always end up walking into an argument between megumi and toji ( usually after leaving the kitchen to get a snack ) but you instantly walk out because the last time you didn't, shit was ugly.

"hey... can we all just calm down?" tsumiki is in between toji and megumi who are constantly throwing insults and such at each other, whatever argument they were having she tries to settle it down without anyone getting injured.

"i can't when this pathetic excuse of a father can't grow the fuck up!" megumi bellows, glaring at the older man who lets out a tsk and a frown. "watch what you're saying, i'll hand down an ass whoopin' on ya."

'this seems interesting.' you sip on your boba after walking out from the kitchen, the bowl of popcorn just beside you as you ate and speculated. it was normal for the father-son duo to have their fights, usually it was fun to watch because it ended up as good entertainment for you. so in result: you have no intention in stopping them.

"no, guys, seriously..." tsumiki pleads, her hands slightly apart to try and force space between them. though her efforts were thrown out the window when in complete sync did they yell right back at tsumiki. "just mind your own business!"

'they punched her!' the boba fell from your hands and the popcorn flew, much like how tsumiki started to fall back towards the couch. it took less than a millisecond for the two to realize what the did, and they knew they were fucked.

꒰꒰ sometimes you still have nightmares about it.

꒰꒰ there are times that toji would be coming home with a woman tailing behind him, and it's somehow always when megumi and tsumiki are out.

"tadamasu." toji greets as he walks in, talking his footwear off and leaving it in front of the door. you pop your head out from the living room into the hallway of the entrance as you greet him on his return, "hokairi."

"who's the bitch?" you notice a woman who had too much make up to show her curstyass in front of you, a click of your tongue echoes through the two meter distance between you and her as you cross your arms. "who's the slut?"

"youー!" her face twists in fury, heels about to click and clack each step to get to you but is instantly stopped by the sound of toji's deep voice. "get out." the girl looks baffled by his words, face contouring into a smile full on uneasiness. "but tojiー"

"i said get out." his voice is much more prominent and demanding, sending chills down her spine as she steps back in caution. you stand here watching as the woman still refused to leave your home, in seconds did toji grab hold of her wrist and threw her out of the house ( much to the woman's displeasure ). you grin from ear to ear, running out to see her limping her way back to her rented car right beside toji. you call her out, the glare she sends your way is priceless as you stand beside your father-in-law with all the glory in the world.

"by the way, i'm his amazing daughter-in-law! and we have decided that a clown lookin' ass like you doesn't deserve the right to fuck a fushiguro!" you wink.

"yeah, yeah. get back inside, y/n. megumi 'n tsumiki 'ill be back home, don't want them nagging that our y/n got into some cat fight again." you hear toji from inside the house, walking away from your figure. you pout your cheeks out, "it's not a cat fight, it's my bad bitch moves!"

"i'll lock you out."

"this is my house!"

꒰꒰ you stopped questioning megumi and toji's cooking skills because the last time you and tsumiki let them cook dinner, they didn't just burn the eggs they were making but also trashed half the kitchen.

꒰꒰ they made an oil fire that time, and no one knows how but toji was able to get the zenin clan to pay for repairs???

꒰꒰ and apparently for the past five months the zenin clan have been paying for repairs and they didn't even know toji was using their money, well until naobito found out and busted your front door on a weekend.

"toji!" you heard the current head of the zenin's clan voice boom through your house, you also watched the white front door fly through the hallway right before your eyes after you have just watered your little cactuses. in seconds you hear the lazy voice of your father-in-law, emerging from the kitchen with a confused tsumiki. "what do you want."

"how dare you use the zenin clan's money on your mistakes!" naobito starts striding towards toji in anger, your eyes glancing over at your now open door to see naoya waving to you. you lift your waterer up in acknowledgment of his existence before snapping at naobito.

"how about your mistake?" you watch naobito grip on to the collar of toji's shirt, the look of fury engraved on his old face as he glares your way. "what?" he says, dropping toji as he complains about

"you broke my fucking door, you wrinkly ass, dusty, decaying ancient artifact. we just installed that three days ago! the zenin clan better keep paying."

꒰꒰ that door never seems to get a break

꒰꒰ the real reason why you and megumi never moved out of the house is because when you two tried, tsumiki and toji invited themselves into your house and said they were living there.

꒰꒰ your father-in-law makes hundreds of millions of yen, you'd think he'd live on his own but instead he lives with his kids.

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thora-jane · 4 years ago

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Twin-Way Mirror pt iii

Series Summary: You've been friends with the Weasley twins since your first train to Hogwarts, but as the three of you start your 6th year, you start to question if your feelings go beyond friendship.

Summary for Pt 3: The twins help you to get settled and together you catch up on how your summers have been

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,321

female!reader, 2nd person POV

Summary for Pt 1: After recalling how you first met Fred and George, you finally arrive at the burrow and reunite with your favorite twins.

Warnings: none!

Word count: 2,196

female!reader, 2nd person POV

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The three soon-to-be fourth years had brought in your things, and as you carried the owl cage and your yarn bag, Fred and George Carried your trunk, navigating up around the narrow bends of the staircases that wove their way through the burrow.

“Ginny offered to have you stay in her room-”

“But Hermione’s already there.”

“Harry’s sharing Ron’s room-”

“And ickle Percykins is too big headed and busy with important ministry work to share his room.”

The two let their conversation bounce back and forth before finishing in unison.

“So you’re staying in our room!”

“Don’t worry,” George nodded seriously as he kicked their door open, “All explosions shall be kept to a minimum, particularly during the wee hours of the night.”

“We understand that beauty sleep is very important to a lady at this stage in life. And we would not want to be the cause of you being any uglier than you already are,” Fred added, mirroring George’s tone as they set down your trunk in their room. After which George promptly smacked him on the head.

“How dare you insult our lovely guest. You foul git, no wonder you’re not her favorite!” You smiled to yourself, placing the cage on the windowsill and your bag on the cot. The two were still shoving each other, but as you turned around you were able to get the first good look at them that you’ve had in months.

They had both shot up so much in the past few months. And their hair, it was even longer than Harry or Ron’s.

It didn’t look too bad, either.

“Careful there, Eros might come back and fly straight into your mouth if you leave it hanging open like that,” George cracked, “Why the open drawbridge?”

You realized you might have been staring for a second, not only that, but your mouth wasn’t exactly closed. You clamped your jaw shut, then opened your mouth again to stammer out, “Your hair’s so...so tall.” You could feel your voice crack at the last word, and you immediately regretted it.

The two boys nearly fell on each other with laughter, gathering up a handful each of their hair and holding it up so it stood on end. Between laughs they both gasped out, “Your HAIR! So TALL!”

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. Grabbing a pillow off of one of the twin’s beds, you smacked them both with it. But your beating left no impact on their fits of giggles and instead they grabbed you hands and pulled you into a group hug, messing up your hair before you shoved their arms off with a grin and exasperated sigh.

“Shouldn’t we go wash up? I’m starving,” You said, trying to squeeze in between the twins and out the doorway. You paused, turning to the twin nearest to you and leaning up to their face, staring rather closely.

“Urm…(y/n)? What are you doing?” They hesitated, not breaking eye contact, but freezing up when you tucked their hair behind their ear. Your hand lingered slightly as you searched for a cluster of freckles but came up empty.

“Just trying to figure out which one you are. It’s a bit difficult with all that hair. Nice to see you again, Freddie.” You smiled, patting him on the head before heading off to the bathroom to wash up. You couldn’t hear exactly what had happened, but you figured one of them had smacked the other on the head again. It was a wonder no one had ever gotten a concussion with all the smacking and hitting that happened.

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Dinner with the Weasleys was never a dull moment. Hardly anything was a dull moment with the Weasleys around. Soon enough, the nine of you retired to the living room, where you and Molly sat working on your projects while everyone else buzzed with excitement that you’d be off to the Quidditch World Cup in the morning.

“(y/n), you’re going to love it. It’s Ireland against Bulgaria and for sure Ireland is going to win!” One of the twins exclaimed from their spot behind you. Ron started to argue, going on about how Viktor Krum was far better than all of Ireland put together.

“He’s a fine example of what the true art of Quidditch can be! You of all people would appreciate that, right (y/n)?” Ron pleaded, ignoring Fred and George’s show of swoons and sighs and Ginny’s giggles from her spot on the couch. It was true, you were a fan of Quidditch, but you weren’t quite that great at it, something about it just didn’t quite stick with you.

But in no way were you bad at flying. You were actually fantastic at flying, and you loved it. In your first year of flying courses at Hogwarts, not only had you managed to exceed at flying, but you were also the only one to successfully dabble in broom tricks when Madame Hooch wasn’t looking. Flying wasn’t a game for you, it was more of a dance.

But of course, Quidditch was no dance.

“I’d like to see (y/n) try and play quidditch,” a twin laughed, sitting down next to your spot on the floor, laying back so his head was resting in your lap, “Artfulness only gets you so far, Ronald, but you need more than cool tricks to be good at Quidditch,” He looked up at you, an apologetic grin on his face, “no offense, of course.”

You looked down at him, his hair spread out on your yarn as he smiled up at you, eyes scanning your face for a moment. For a second, everything seemed to go quiet. Of course, it didn’t actually fall quiet, the other Weasleys continued on with the conversation. But you and Fred (your best guess, at least) didn’t say a word as you sat there, looking down at his head in your lap. It was the quietest he had been since before dinner. His face seemed so patient, like he wasn’t going to say anything until you said something first, like he was waiting for you to do something, or come up with some sort of response.

You felt your face get warmer, and your mind quickly made the excuse that the cause was from his breath. After all, his face was close enough to yours that you could feel him breathing on you.

You shrugged off the thought that this interaction held any particular meaning as you stuck out your tongue and poked him in the nose with your hook, “Get outta my face, Fred,” you retorted, biting back a smile.

He shot back to sitting in front of you, turning around so he could face you again as he leaned in with a frown, “Come now, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings but there’s no need to call me ugly! We both know you could make it onto the team if Oliver wasn’t such a stiff and Harry wasn’t an insufferable golden boy.”

You paused, setting down your yarn and hook. In the background you thought you heard Harry object to the twin’s comment, but you paid more attention to the face of the boy in front of you, tucking his long hair behind his ear and tilting his head in order to get a good look behind his ear. Freckles.

“My apologies, George,” you answered, not moving your hand from the side of his face.

“None taken, my fine lady friend,” He smiled, keeping his head still, “After all, noticing the subtle differences and nuanced signs of beauty is a skill that is only acquired through rigorous practice.”

You smirked, debating whether to move your hand or not. You could almost swear he was leaning into your touch, but you ignored the thought, “I take it you’ve had the practice?”

“Oh, years of it,” he winked. He opened his mouth again to say something else, but before he had the chance, Mr. and Mrs. Weasely stood up, announcing that they were off to bed.

“You kids ought to get some rest too, we leave bright and early tomorrow morning,” Mr. Weasely said, glancing over at all of you, “We’re meeting up with the Diggorys and it’s best not to keep Amos waiting.”

Shortly after, Ginny and Hermione got up and said their goodnights. Then Harry and Ron. After that, it was just you and the twins sitting around in the living room, with George had draped himself across the couch, Fred sitting on the floor leaning against the chair, and you sitting in the middle of the floor, lying on your back with your arms tucked behind your head.

“What about your summer, (y/n)? You’ve been awfully quiet about what you’ve been up to the past few months,” George asked lazily, his hand tucked under his chin as he watched you work at the lion's hat.

“Oh, not much. A bit of reading, a bit of yarn work, letter writing. Also having my parents pester me about studying traditional school subjects, but that’s nothing new,” You sighed, craning your neck to look back at him, “I don’t lead as exhilarating a life as you guys think I do.”

But George didn’t really seem to hear that last bit, “I don’t get it. You’re a witch. You’ve spent the past five years learning magic, wouldn’t those be your traditional subjects? That doesn’t really make sense. And besides, what if you decide to live fully in our world? Muggle University wouldn’t do you that much good, would it?” He rolled off the couch and laid down next to you, “I mean, say you were to live with us for the rest of your life. It wouldn’t matter much how in depth you know the muggle world, right?”

You paused, setting your project down on your chest, “I suppose you’re right,” you sighed, stretching your arms in front of you before placing them at your side, “But good luck explaining that to my mum and dad.”

“And what if we did?” Fred piped up, crawling over to be with the two of you, “What would they do? Not charm us with their lack of magic? How threatening! Oh, hold me (y/n) I’m quivering in my socks!” He declared, grabbing your hand and hugging it to his chest, “Will they dare recite their ‘traditional muggle subjects’ at me? How terrible!”

You laughed not pulling away as you waved your free hand dramatically in front of the three of you, “Traffic regulations! Basic laws of parliament! Analysis of English literature! Taxes! Maths!”

“Oh! I’m so scared!” he cried in a high-pitched voice, holding your hand tighter as he curled up into your side, “Don’t let them take me, (y/n)!” he mumbled into your shoulder. You couldn’t tell if he was laughing, or fake crying. Either way, you chuckled a bit before leaning your head against his with a sigh.

“I mean it though,” George started again as he rolled onto his front and stared up at the empty fireplace, “If you stayed with us in the wizarding world, would they still make you go to a muggle university?”

You looked at him thoughtfully before reaching up and ruffling his hair, “I’m not sure, Georgie. I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, yeah?” He looked down at you and stuck out his tongue, which you took as an agreement, before looking back to the clock.

“It is rather late, isn’t it?” you asked. Before he could respond, Fred started fake-snoring into your shirt sleeve, having not moved from when he curled up in the first place.

“Oh shut up, you big baby,” George rolled his eyes, nudging his brother’s head with his foot, “I’m going to bed. If this menace gives you any heartache just holler for your knight in shining armor and I’ll send mum to get his arse.” Fred mumbled something into your shoulder, hugging you close as George lightly kicked him again.

After George had started upstairs, you tilted your head to face Fred, “Do you plan on moving anytime soon, Freddie?” You smiled as he pulled you closer, mumbling something again before looking up at you.

“What if I’m already asleep?’’ he asked, a stupid grin on his face, “What would you do then? Awake a sleeping beauty? You wouldn’t. Would you?” he leaned up and kissed your forehead, “that would be a crime.”

For a second you could have sworn your heart stopped. You guys didn’t do kisses, did you? Mrs. Weasley did, and you once kissed Ron and Percy on the cheek as a joke. But you and the twins never did kisses. Was this a new thing? It might be. Part of you hoped it was.

You paused, several questions bubbling up in your mind. It was then that you noticed the look on Fred’s face, his brow furrowed and his eyes were scanning your face, “You alright, (y/n)?” He seemed nervous, and you could feel his arms pull back slightly.

After a moment, you smiled and sat up, “Never better. I am a bit tired though, and we have to get up early. We ought to go to bed, right?” You stood up, brushing back your hair before gathering up your project and stuffing it into your bag.

The two of you quietly began your way upstairs, his arm over your shoulder. You opened the door as quietly as you could, tip-toeing past George’s bed and over to your trunk, rifling through the dark to find a t-shirt and some sweatpants and heading off to the bathroom to change.

You were nearly out the door when a tired voice yawned from under blankets, “Goodnight, (y/n). Sweet dreams.”

You turned back, smiling, though you were sure he couldn’t see you. “Goodnight, Georgie. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#fred x you #fred x y/n #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley #george wealsey imagine #george wealsey x reader #george x reader #george weasley #george x y/n #george x you

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years ago

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First They’re Sour, Then They’re Sweet

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you pull a series of pranks on Tom, one he likes and one he doesn’t

Warning: walking in on your boyfriend tik tok trend, bratty Tom, suggestive content

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“Hey guys.” You greeted the camera. “Since we’re all stuck in quarantine, I wanted to do something fun to entertain my lovely subscribers. Unfortunately, that fun will be at the expense of my boyfriend. I’m kinda doing the “I don’t want to kiss you” prank, but I’ll just be giving him quick little pecks. It may sound strange, but you guys don’t know Tom like I do. He hates pecks, he says they’re an insult to kisses. We’re gonna see how mad I can make him by only giving him pecks all day. Wish me luck!”

You pointed your camera down and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You hid the camera under a dish towel and positioned it towards the stove. After checking to make sure no one saw, you began to make a morning cup of tea. Tom heard the rustling of the tea bags and padded into the kitchen to greet you.

“Good morning.” You said sweetly , reaching out your hand for him to take. He took it and gave it a squeeze before pulling you towards him.

“Morning, beautiful.” Tom smiled sleepily at you. You leaned into his chest and gave him a quick peck before going back to the stove to make tea. You didn’t catch the face he made, but the camera did.

“What was that?” He asked, already sounding offended.

“What was what?” You asked innocently as you poured the hot water into two mugs.

“You pecked me.” He spat, as if the word were poison in his mouth. “You gave me a peck.”

“I gave you a kiss, like I always do.” You looked at him and laughed playfully. There was no humor in his face, only a firm look of betrayal.

“This isn’t Disney Chanel, my love. That wasn’t a kiss.” He insisted. “That was a peck, and you know how I feel about pecks.”

“Here we go.” You sighed and handed him his mug. He looked at it skeptically as he took it, as if he had lost all trust in you.

“They’re an insult to kisses.” He said bitterly as he sipped his tea, never taking his accusing eyes off of you.

“What do you want me to do? Outlaw pecks?” You humored him as you stirred some honey into your drink.

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m just saying, I’ve taken pees longer than that kiss.” He sighed dramatically and shrugged.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You laughed and went over to him, giving him an ever shorter peck this time. He set his cup of tea down and looked at you like you were crazy.

“Thats your idea of an apology? Did our lips even touch?” He exclaimed.

“What are you getting so worked up over? Did you not sleep well?” You put your hands on your hips, pleased that your prank was already working.

“I slept fine.” He quipped. “In fact, I must still be sleeping because I’m having a nightmare where my girlfriend doesn’t want to kiss me.” He sassed.

“I’ve kissed you twice already.” You told him and he scoffed.

“Those two kisses combined wouldn’t even make up for half the length of our usual kisses. “ He said pointedly and you laughed at his behavior.

“Are you timing our kisses now?” You teased him. “Has quarantine really done this to you?”

“You know I like my sweet lady kisses and you know I like them to last for longer than a second.” He mumbled as he toyed with your fingers. For a moment, you felt guilty and wanted to tell him it was just a prank.

“It was just a kiss, Tommy.” You said softly. “I’m sure we’ll have more.”

“But I don’t want them if they’re like that.” He whined and your pulled your hand out of his, pretending to be offended.

“You don’t want them?” You hits back a smile as he tried to go back on his words.

“That’s not what I meant. I always want them.” He quickly took your hands again and you tilted your head to listen to him. “I’m just saying, I don’t want a two second peck. I wanna love up on you, girl.” He winked and you pretended to gag.

“That was horrible. Please don’t do it again.” You giggled as you cringed.

“Couldn’t be much worse than your horrible excuse for a kiss.” He mumbled. You took your hands out of his again and folded your arms.

“Fine. If you don’t like my kisses, I’ll find someone else to give them to.” You stated before storming out of the kitchen, making sure to tilt the camera a little so it would capture your next move. Tom was about to protest when he saw where you were going. You marched right outside, not stopping until you reached the chicken coop. You made eye contact with Tom as you bent down towards a chicken.

“Don’t do it.” He shook his head and he muttered under his breath. You stared him down as you picked up a chicken, not breaking eye contact when it tried to fly away.

“Don’t you dare.” Tom said gravely. Harry and Harrison entered the kitchen and dropped their conversation immediately when they saw you and Tom glaring at each other.

“What the hell is this?” Harry asked as he looked between you in the yard and Tom in the kitchen.

“We’re having a couples quarrel.” Tom grumbled, clenching his fist when you puckered your lips and moved in towards the chicken.

“If this is what a couples quarrels looks like, I never want a girlfriend.” Harry laughed and looked at Harrison.

“Lucky for you, no ones lining up for that position anyway.” Harrison quipped as he sat down.

“Damn it.” Tom yelled when the chicken started to attack your face. “Y/n! Stop trying to kiss the chickens! That’s the wrong kind of peck.”

He ran out in the backyard to stop you, chicken feathers going anywhere. Harry and Harrison watched as you and Tom briefly argued before you stormed away. You came back into the kitchen and were met with confused stares from Harry and Harrison.

“It’s for my channel.” You explained, and they immediately understood.

You waited a few hours before setting your camera up in the kitchen again, hiding it in the fruit bowl this time. For the next step in the prank, you made Tom a sandwich as a peace offering. It wasn’t long before he wandered into the kitchen to find you.

“Oh, good. I was just about to call for you.” You smiled at him when he walked in. His timid expression melted into one of relief when you didn’t show any signs of anger. You handed him his sandwich on a plate and he took it with wide eyes.

“Did you make me lunch?” He asked in disbelief. “Even after our fight?”

“It’s just a sandwich.” You shrugged, shooting a look at the camera. “And that was barely a fight. I’ve fought worse with Tuwaine over who gets to use the bathroom first in the morning.”

“Arguably the best sandwich ever created, if it was made by the woman I love.” Tom said with soft eyes, his way of apologizing for his behavior. You smiled at him and gave him a gentle nod, letting him know you were sorry too.

“You haven’t even tried it yet.” You pointed out and he grinned.

“I know. I just have a lucky feeling.” He smiled at you and brushed your cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

“Of course.” You cooed before leaning in and giving him another quick peck. His face scrunched up in disdain as he tried to compose himself.

“There it is again.” He laughed humorlessly, looking at you to see if you were testing him.

“What?” You asked coyly.

“The peck.” He said like it were obvious. “You’re pecking me.”

“I’m kissing you.” You said flatly.

“No. That was not a kiss, that was a peck.” He corrected you. “A peck is a kiss’s shorter, quicker, uglier cousin. And that’s what you keep giving me.”

“They’re just kisses, Tommy.” You sighed and waved your hand dismissively.

“No, baby doll. I wish you were giving me kisses. But for some reason, I’m being punished with pecks.” His tone got brattier as the sentence went on, causing you to put your hand on your hip.

“So kissing me is a punishment now?” You squinted your eyes at him.

“No, not kissing you is.” He whined. “Pecking you is torture. It’s like when you go inside a fancy restaurant just to use the bathroom. It’s nice, but it’s fleeting.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You told him and walked away, still in view of the camera.

“I am not. Every time you peck me, I get that feeling in my tummy that you get when you think the waiter is coming with your food but then they give it to another table.” Tom pouted and you turned your back so he couldn’t see you laugh.

“How about this?” You clasped your hands together. “No more kisses, or pecks, for the rest of the day. Does that sound good?”

His eyes widened and he rushed to you, shaking his head rapidly.

“No. Anything but that. You know my blood pressure goes up when I don’t get affection.” He pleaded.

“Then stop complaining when I kiss you.” You patted his chest and barely kissed his lips, just to really drive him over the edge.

“Why do you hate me?” He asked after a beat of silence.

“Don’t start.” You warned him.

“Oh, I’m gonna start. I need a real kiss, Y/n. This is a matter of life or death.” He said dramatically.

“How?” You cocked your hip.

“If I don’t get sweet lady kisses, I’m going to die.” He said, quieter now. You laughed and patted his cheek.

“You’re ridiculous.” You repeated, taking a bite of his sandwich. He wasn’t wrong about it being good.

“And you’re a murderer. I hope you’re happy.” He said sarcastically, also taking a bite.

“Oh My God.” You groaned and put your lips in his, not even nothing to pucker. You pulled away after a second, turning your face so he couldn’t see you laugh. “There. Happy now?”

He stared at you for a long time, the sandwich in his hand beginning to shake with rage.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked him.

“That couldn’t even be considered a peck. That was you bumping into my mouth with your mouth.” He argued.

“Tom.” You said sternly, warning him to back down.

“What?” He asked in exasperation, feeling like he was losing it. “Can you look me in the eyes and honestly tell me you considered that a kiss?”

“No. You know why? I don’t want to look at you at all. Don’t talk to me.” You flipped your hair, carefully grabbed your camera, and left the room. As soon as you were in the safety of your bedroom, you giggled into the camera.

“I can’t believe how worked up he’s getting. I told you guys. He hates pecks.” You said into the camera before setting it up facing the bed, just in case he came in.

Sure enough, Tom was knocking on the door less than twenty minutes later. You yelled for him to come in, and a very sheepish Tom holding a mug came in the room, shutting the door behind him.

“I made you this cup of tea as an apology.” He said, holding it out to you. You looked at him skeptically for a moment before taking the mug, sipping it slowly. He waited for your approval and once he got the nod, he sat down on the bed and pulled your feet into his lap, rubbing them absentmindedly.

“Have you learned your lesson?” You asked him as you sipped your tea.

“Yes. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and I’ve decided that if you’re more comfortable with pecks, then I’ll learn to be comfortable too.” He said as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and set the mug on the nightstand.

“Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a soft peck, making his face contort as he tried to hold back his opinions.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“I want a real kiss, baby doll.” He whined and leaned his forehead against yours. “Enough of this pecking nonsense.”

“You just said you were okay with it!” You playfully smacked his arm.

“I was fully telling you a lie.” He said so sincerely that it made you laugh.

“Tom.” You sighed and picked your mug back up.

“I’m not okay with it, okay? You’re my girlfriend and I love you. Kissing you is the best thing I get to do. It is my constitutional right as your boyfriend to get kisses. Not pecks, but kisses. With feeling and passion and our lips actually touching. Kissing is how I show you that I love you and that I’m proud of it. Don’t you get it?” He professed. Not knowing what to say in response to his outburst, you spoke without thinking.

“You don’t have constitutional rights.” You said simply. He didn’t. Not in the UK.

“Oh my God.” He groaned and put his head in his hands. “Fine. Fine. If kissing me is that horrible, I won’t force you to do it.” He grumbled.

“Listen to yourself! You’re whining like a baby over the fact that I’m not kissing you long enough! Actually, that’s not true. A baby wouldn’t be complaining about this.” You sassed him.

“Love-“ He began.

“No.” You interrupted him. “Some couples can’t even be together during this time. You and I are incredibly lucky to have each other right now. And if that’s still not enough for you, then I don’t know what to tell you. I’m sorry the world is ending and you’re not getting longer kisses.” You huffed. He was quiet for a minute and you wondered if it was time to end the prank.

“They’re not kisses.” He blurted, all in one breath. You looked at him with wild eyes and he shrink in his seat.

“Don’t say it.” You said through your teeth.

“They’re pecks!” He stated and ran out of the room. You looked at the camera with a “did your guys see that too?” expression on your face. You gave him a few minutes to cool off before deciding it was time to end the prank.

“Alright guys. Time for the finale.” You whispered to the camera as you stealthily set it up facing the couch, right where Tom was playing video games. He eyed you carefully as you sat down next to him, trying to see what mood you were in.

“Hi, baby doll.” He said softly, leaning into your touch as you rubbed his arm.

“Hi, Tommy. Whatcha doing?” You asked sweetly, leaning your head on his arm as he twiddled with the controller.

“Just playing PlayStation. I’m not really into it, though.” He said as he looked at you instead of the screen.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked him.

“I think I made my girlfriend upset.” He said timidly. You laughed lightly and sat up to face him.

“That must be very hard on you.” You said sarcastically. Tom put his controller down and gave you an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry I insulted your kisses, Princess. Even if they were featherlight and shorter than a sneeze.” He said, making you laugh again.

“Are sneezes a common unit of measurement in the UK?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry. You can kiss me anyway you want. I’m lucky you want to kiss me at all.” He said, bringing your hands to his lips to kiss them.

“Aw. Thank you, Tommy.” You smiled at him and leaned in to give him a light peck. He kept his eyes closed after you pulled away and took a deep sigh.

“Interesting.” He stated, swallowing thickly.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with all the innocence you had left.

“Nothings wrong, I just thought my apology would be rewarded with a real kiss and not these fake little bitch kisses you keep giving me.” He sassed and your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?” You laughed sharply.

“You’re not even kissing me! You’re just putting your lips on mine and pushing them off!” He shouted.

“That is kissing!” You yelled.

“No! It’s not!” Tom screamed back and licked his lips. He looked at you for a moment before grabbing your face and pulling you into a passionate kiss. He kissed you so hard, you could taste the stars on the tip of his tongue. He held your arms firmly (I know from experience that he does this) to keep you in place before cupping your face in his hands.

“That’s kissing.” He said when he pulled away, leaving you dizzy. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

You didn’t say anything, still reeling from the kiss he gave you. You could hear your blood rushing in your ears from how dazed you were.

“Have I ever told you why I hate pecks so much?” He asked quietly.

“No.” You shook your head, wondering where this was going.

“I hate them because they’re quick and short and stupid. What if something happened to one of us and our last kiss was just a peck? Can you imagine that? If the last time you got to kiss your soulmate was a two second, emotionless peck? I couldn’t stand that, love. And neither could you.” He said before sighing. “I know it’s not likely for us to lose each other in the blink of an eye, but it’s not impossible. And if anything like that ever happened, God forbid, and our last kiss was a peck? I can’t risk it. That’s why I hate them. That’s why I want real, long, passionate kisses.”

His sudden burst of emotion took you aback. His hatred of pecks was always something you took lightly, thinking it was just a silly preference of his. You never knew you had an reason behind it, a sweet reason at that.

“I didn’t know that, baby.” You frowned as you reached a hand back to play with the curls on his neck. “I’m sorry. I never would’ve done this prank if I had known.

“It’s okay. You know now.” He smiled gently and kissed the inside of your wrist. “Wait, prank?”

You smiled sheepishly and pointed to the camera.

“It’s the ‘giving my boyfriend who hates pecks nothing but pecks all day’ prank. Surprise.” You said weakly as Tom stared at your camera in surprise.

“That’s not a thing.” He said, finally looked back at you. He wasn’t mad, much to your relief. Just a little lost.

“It is now.” You smiled apologetically, and he had to smile back.

“Never do this again.” He warned. “But I’m glad you got your video.”

“And I’m glad I have a boyfriend who’s passionate about full length kisses.” You teased and pulled him into a real kiss this time. “And hey, I hate pecks too. I just wanna love up on you, boy.” You repeated his words form earlier and he grimaced.

“Did it sounds that bad when I said it?” He asked.

“Yes.” You nodded and kissed him again to show him just how sorry you were.

“Hi guys.” You waved to your camera. “Since you guys loved my prank on Tom last week, I decided to do another one. Now, the last one was a little mean so I figured we could change it up and do a nicer prank. What can I say, I’m like a sour patch kid. First I’m sour, then I’m sweet.” You winked. “I’m sure you’ve seen the Tik Tok challenge where you walk in on your boyfriend naked while he plays video games. Tom has been on the PlayStation all day but he just went to our room to play. I think it’s the perfect time to do it. Let’s go.”

You put your camera down and switched to your phone. You were already wrapped in nothing but a towel, suddenly feeling butterflies in your tummy as you prepared to pull the prank. You kept the camera on your phone pointed down as you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the bedroom, where Tom was. You bumped into Harry on the way, who gave you a judging look.

“It’s for my channel.” You whispered, clutching your towel tighter around your body.

“I gathered that.” He nodded. “While I am grossed out by what is about to happen, I admire your work ethic. Good luck.” He patted your shoulder and kept walking. Filled with confidence from Harry’s approval, you walked into your shared bedroom and threw the towel on the bed. He was shouting at Sam through the headset didn’t acknowledge your presence or hear the towel drop.

“Hi Tommy.” You said casually, keeping the camera pointed at his back.

“Hi…yie-yie-yie.” His jaw slacked as he finally turned to look at you. You giggled as his eyes widened “Sam, I have to go.” He stammered and scrambled to set his controller down.

“But we-“ Sam began.

“I have to go!” He said quickly and ripped the headset off. You raised an eyebrow at him and he hurried to turn the game off. You smiled sweetly at him and acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

“Hello.” He said formally, not even noticing the phone in your hands as he unapologetically checked you out. His eyes slowly made their way down, then up again, all while the tips of his ears pinkened.

“Hey.” You kept your face neutral, biting back a smile as his face flushed a deep red.

“You look nice.” He squeaked and cleared his throat.

“Do I?” You asked innocently. “I just threw this on.”

“Looks great.” He put his hands of his hips and let out a breathy laugh, biting his lip as he admired you.

“So for dinner, I was thinking we could heat up some-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was out of his chair and kissing you.

“I thought you hated my kisses.” You pulled away a little to tease him.

“Shut up.” He laughed against your lips before kissing you again. “Lock the door. Right now, and I mean it.”

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msannadonnelly · 2 years ago

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"You wouldn't dare," Anna shot over her shoulder, grinning. It was a lie to say she wasn't a jealous person, a bit possessive too when it came down to it, but she also knew well how to take a joke, and while she did have her own share of insecurities that reared their ugly heads from time to time, being worth someone's attention simply wasn't one of them. Anna was accustomed to being on dates, to having men chase after her--she just wasn't so used to having anyone want to stay for the uglier parts. And Chai had already seen many of the ugly parts: the trust issues and the violence, the control she was only just beginning to learn how to let go of. "I always liked that he had a name," she admitted. It was a silly thing, caring about something like a prince's name in a fairytale. "Prince Charming wasn't a real person. Never could be. He was...a dream. At least Eric was real. And he liked a bit of danger. Fell for Ursula too, now didn't he?" Anna shot Chai a knowing glance and a smirk. He had called her Ursula long before he'd started calling her Ariel, and while she'd taken it as an insult at the time, the truth was, she had both in her. She might not be all sea monster, but she was not all tame little mermaid either--not that Ariel was tame. She had been a rebel, willing to go after what she wanted, damn the consequences.

As for the jelly fish, Anna nodded, impressed that he knew this fact, impressed that he'd picked this section of the aquarium at all. "No," she agreed, trading him the bottle of wine for one of the glasses. "I happen to have a brain. Something these little Darlings don't share." She wiggled her finger against the glass where one of the jellyfish was scooting by, as if she was rubbing the belly of a puppy instead. Anna then laid back on the picnic blanket, looking up over their heads at the many jellyfish above, lighting the tunnel and making it seem as if they were laying within the depths of the ocean. This, of course, was something Anna could do--swim down to the ocean floor and lay there as if it were her bed, breathing through her gills and listening to the quiet of the ocean, watching fish pass and the glitter of the sun so, so far above her. But Anna had never been able to share that experience with anyone else--this, at least, was close, somewhere he could be underwater with her. She turned on her side to look at him better, and just in time, too, to see his eyes land on her. "How did you come here?" she asked. She wanted to know more about him. She knew what he'd been--a hunter--before he'd come to Lunar Cove, knew he'd had a complicated life, but there were still so many pieces she was still putting together. "Are you happy here? In Lunar Cove?"

Chai knew she was impressed and wanted to know how exactly he had managed to set this all up, but until she asked, he didn't see the point in elaborating. He'd probably prefer whatever theory she came up with in that pretty little head of hers over the truth anyways. A smile dancing across his face as he watched her greet each sea critter after the other. Another deep laugh rolling off the tip of his tongue as he watched her eyes light up, clearly wanting to go swimming with the dolphins despite being so adamant about not wanting to shift into a siren on this date of there's.

"Only a little bit? Uh, uh. Princess. I'm going to need you to do a little bit better than that," He teased. Cupping her face in his hands as he pulled her back in for a deeper and more drawn out kiss, before he finally let her run off down the hall towards the jellyfish like a kid who had just been told they could have free reign of a candy store. "Prince Eric actually, unless you want me to be two timing with you and some other princess," He joked, sliding into the spot she had patted for him to join. Leaning forwards to reach into the basket and pull out two wine classes for them as she was already moving to uncork the bottle. "I, uh, I didn't know the first one, no. The immortal jellyfish though, they're the one's who Benjamin Button right? Like de-age themselves or at least revert to an earlier development stage?" He posed, fairly certain he had read something about them at some point or another. "Though, I, uh, I think they're a little bit different than you, Princess. Unless you want to start calling my little Jellyfish moving forwards?" He teased. His gaze following her hand as she gestured to the tanks around them. Leaning back on the picnic blanket as he offered her up a small shrug. "I like that it's one of the few places in the aquarium, where we appear to be seemingly underwater?" He admitted, as he tilted his head back to watch another jellyfish float by them overhead, curtesy of the glass tunnel they were in. "And, uh, I figured at night, the jellyfish would illuminate the tunnel, making it look, fairly well," His gaze found its way back to her as his voice shifted to a low whisper. "breathtaking."

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annabethy · 4 years ago

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 15: christmas trees

Character A and Character B compete in Christmas house decoration,, percabeth, idk what those last few lines are but i liked it

Percy has always had a thing for Christmas. It’s just the best time of the year. It’s the time for families to get together and play in the snow, for husbands and wives to snuggle under the warm blankets, for hot chocolate and sugar cookies.

With his wife in one arm and his baby in the other two weeks from Christmas, he doesn’t think he’s ever been more content. He loves them so much, and he really wants to use the time to just take them both in, to love and cherish them.

“We should decorate the house for Christmas this year,” he tells her.

Annabeth turns her head up to look at him. She blinks languidly, and he can tell that she was on the brink of sleep.

“We always decorate for Christmas,” she says.

“It is not enough to simply have a tree. It should be decorated.”

Annabeth laughs, moving her attention back to the infant squirming in her lap. “And let our child devour glass ornaments, right?”

“My baby would never do such a thing.”

“If she can reach it, we both know it’s going in her mouth.”

Percy rolls her eyes, moving towards her so he can lift their daughter into his own arms. “Mommy doesn’t trust you,” he tells her before speaking to Annabeth. “Let’s make it a competition. Twenty kisses says I kick your ass at decorating.”

“Negative twenty kisses says you don’t,” she challenges, bringing herself to her feet.

“Negative twenty kisses?”

“I don’t kiss you for the next week.”

“Alright. We’ll see about that.” With a bit of struggle, he manages to get himself sitting up, and then he stands. “Get up. We’re going shopping so I can whoop your ass.”

Annabeth laughs mockingly. “Alright. We’ll see about that.”

Percy tosses on a jacket as Annabeth stuffs their daughter into a warm coat before wrapping her in blankets. As the baby is handed to him so she can grab the car keys, Percy can’t help but laugh at the baby’s bewildered expression. She looks like a fluffy marshmallow, her tiny face peeking out from the thick layers of clothes.

By the time they’re in the store to buy the decorations, Percy’s considering letting her win. Annabeth’s grabbing everything she sees off the shelves, holding it up for the baby to see from the carrier, before tossing it in the cart. She looks so happy while destroying his wallet, but he doesn’t mind too much because she’s too content for him to tell her no. Annabeth has always been his weakness.

“Do we like the blue ornaments?” she asks the baby, receiving no response except a little babble. “I agree. It would look fantastic.” “Blue isn’t even a Christmas color,” Percy tells her.

“Hey? Shut the fuck up, will you? I wasn’t asking you.”

Percy laughs, shifting the baby carrier to the other hand. “Why not green?”

“Uh. Who would ever decorate a Christmas tree green?”

“Damn, okay. I’m just saying you could just get a ton of colors and make it more representative of Christmas, baby.”

“Last I checked, baby, I was picking these out.”

Her words are harsh, but he knows her well enough to understand that she’s only joking. Percy just grins. “I could make a Christmas tree look so much better with every color on the spectrum. There’s only so much you can do with blue.”

“You’re wrong,” she deadpans, tossing the ornaments into the cart and getting in his face so she can pout. Percy can’t help but kiss her sweetly. “Blue conquers all.”

Percy picks up a random box off of the shelf, filled with red and green and blue and everything in between, holding it up to her nose. He grins at her disgusted look. “I think we’re going to need another Christmas tree, then.”

And that is exactly how they end up with two giant Christmas trees in the middle of their living room.

“Where are we going to put these?” Annabeth asks, armed crossed across her chest as she stares at the mess of lights and ornaments and ribbons before her.

“The uglier one can go in the garage.” He pauses. “So yours.”

Annabeth gives him a daring grin and picks up the baby that was crawling around her legs. “It’s on.”

It’s a fun competition, he decides. It’s also a deadly one because when Annabeth wants to win, she’ll do anything to get there. She actually sends their own daughter over to him with an ornament in hand, so Percy has no choice but to let her help decorate. Percy has to actually stop for a moment to watch her because it’s so cute. Her chubby hands grasp tightly onto the blue ornament as she struggles to get it to hook onto one of the branches of the tree.

“There you go,” he praises, scooping her into his arms and handing her another one. He holds her up higher so she can reach, and Annabeth ends up next to him, cooing.

“My heart,” Annabeth whispers, brushing her child’s hair out of her eyes.

“I think my tree is better because our daughter decorated it. You can’t say that mine is ugly when it was decorated by a seven-month-old.” “Actually I can because guess who put the star on my tree.”

Percy turns his head to look at her tree. It’s flawless, he must admit. The white and icy blue lights match the shades of blue the tree is decorated in. It would fit right in with a fancy business’ tree, except for the glowing star that is crooked on top of the tree. Still, the star is what pulls it all together. “You win,” he concedes, pulling Annabeth in by her waist and kissing her forehead. “I can’t compete.”

“You never can,” she teases, kissing him properly.

“The star is crooked,” he comments. “It was an innovative decision. Our daughter is an artist.”

They both watch as the star plops off of the tree, and Percy laughs in her face.

“Guess my tree is better after all,” he says playfully, nudging her with his elbow. She sniffs, pointedly turning her face away. “You owe me twenty kisses.”

“I am not kissing any part of you. You don’t deserve it.”

“I won!” he argues.

“You cheated. You used the baby, and you know that’s against the rules.”

“There were never any rules established,” he points out. “Not to mention, you also used the baby.”

“That’s different. She’s my baby.”

Percy snorts. “I think I made a pretty big contribution, wouldn’t you say?”

“You weren’t the one in labor with her for twenty-six hours.”

“Well, I’m the one who puts her to bed every night, so.” Percy shrugs, shooting her a triumphant look. “Maybe if you let me put her to bed.”

“She always cries when you do it.”

“Because you baby her.”

“Uh, she’s a baby. Of course I baby her.”

“You also get in the crib and fall asleep.”

Percy sighs, exasperated. “Baby, that was one time.”

Annabeth snickers before looking back to the trees. She’s too preoccupied to notice him staring at her like she’s the only girl in the world. Percy could live in this view, his wife in front of the beautiful sparkling lights, his baby in her arms, his family safe and whole. It’s not something he’d ever thought he’d live to see, but he is so glad that he did.

Percy comes up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. He kisses the side of her head and his baby’s forehead before nuzzling the crook of Annabeth’s neck. He breathes her in, the delightful pine scent, though that could also be the trees in front of him. One of Annabeth’s hands come up to run through his hair as he begins to press kisses into his neck.

“Your tree is pretty,” she admits quietly, eyes still tracing over his decorations.

“You’re prettier,” he says.

Annabeth laughs, shrugging her shoulder to get him off of her. She moves to set the baby down amongst a mess of toys before she turns to him so she can wrap her arms around his neck. She looks him deeply in the eyes, and he is in love.

“Hey,” she says, nose nudging his. “I kinda love you.”

“Kiss ass,” he teases. “You’re just trying to suck up because you lost.”

“I didn’t lose if you cheated.”

Percy rolls his eyes and kisses her. “One.”

“What?”

He kisses her again. “Two.”

“I have to do this twenty times?”

“Yes. Come on, three.”

Annabeth smiles into the third kiss, and Percy feels on top of the world. He’s glad they decided to decorate the house today because if they hadn’t, he would have missed this perfect moment. “I love you too,” he breathes into the fourth kiss. “But I so win.”

She hums. “Shut up and finish those sixteen kisses.”

Percy shuts up and does as he’s told.

Five. Percy feels his pulse race.

Six. He pulls her closer.

Seven. He wants more.

Eight. Annabeth grins.

Nine. Percy kisses her nose.

Ten. She is his past.

Eleven. She is his present.

Twelve. She is his future.

Thirteen. He wants this to be his forever.

Fourteen. He knows that this is his forever.

Fifteen. She is the love of his life.

Sixteen. There aren’t enough kisses left.

Seventeen. He feels electricity through his skin.

Eighteen. He thinks he’s in love.

Nineteen. He knows he’s in love.

Twenty.

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Chapter 2

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Yvonne’s Pov

The Summer Court was known for a lot of things. Yes, we did the dirty work for people who didn’t want to be seen doing it. We lied for liars, stole for stealers, and cheated cheaters. But we were big on loyalty. I mean if we couldn’t trust one of our own, who could we trust? But driving back home, knowing what we had to tell Bakugou….

Maybe it was better if we lied.

We found him training. Sweat dripped down his face as more and more holograms blur around him. His muscles tighten in frustration as the holograms look like they are about to win. Power training was something I always hated. We were already fast and strong, why work yourself to the bone to gain some other ability. But some people did it, Like (Y/n), but others have tried every day to improve themselves to no avail. All of us has given up at some point, Bakugou was just a matter of time.

The hologram knocked his sword out o his hand, and he glances at it as if something miraculous was going to happen. When he realizes nothing is happening, he lets out a grunt of anger.

“He’s rarely happy anymore,” I think to myself. “ Well, it wasn’t unusual, well for Bakugou at least, but his obsession was going a bit too far”

“Good luck with him,” Mina says while Mira walks away.

“If you live we’ll see you in the meeting room. You know where, so don’t die.”

“Gee, Such wonderful friends,” I say back.

. Turning back towards the entrance of the training room, I walk, cleared my throat, and spoke up

“Bakugou?”

All I get is another grunt as a reply, knowing he was somewhat listening. He continued his workout, concentrating on summoning a weapon in his hand.

“Bakubitch!”

He gives me a glare. Well, that got his attention.

“Whatdoyouwant?”

I hated when he was like this, not wanting to listen to anyone else even his friends. Steeling myself, I spit out the ugly truth to him

“(Y/n)gotkidnappedanditwasn’tourfault.”

“What? You said that too fast for me to even hear.”

“(Y/n) got kidnapped-”

“HUH?? HOW’D YOU IDIOTS LET THAT-”

“Will you shut up and let me explain?”

Rolling my eyes I wanted until Bakugou was calm, well calm enough, to begin.

“We had a mission. One assigned to us by the King. Someone from Spring Court wanted someone from Autumn off their back and they had enough money to pay for it. Shit went sideways and long story short, (Y/n) got taken… by Izuku Midoriya.”

I barely had time to doge before the knife was embedded into the target behind me. Such primal behavior, attacking me without warning.

“So you’re telling me… Izuku Midoriya took (Y/n) and you and the rest of the team, just fucking stood there?”

Another knife dodged. He’s making it harder and harder for me not to hit him

“Will you stop using me as target practice long enough so we can get her back?”

“It’s the Autumn Court. Who knows where they took her? She could be halfway to the gates of hell and back before we figure it out.”

Walking over to the target and prying the daggers off of it, I threw them back in rapid succession. He dodged the first one, but the second one scratched his face, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake.

“Next time you throw a knife at me make sure it hit its intended mark”

And with that, I leave the training room.

(Y/n)‘s POV

Being interrogated by the Autumn Court was… It’s an experience, let's just say. They had a lot of ways of making you talk, and once you open your mouth there is no stopping them.

Due to their power, vocals are the thing that they focus heavily on. It’s easy to fall into their trap but easy to evade it if you know what you’re doing. Just don’t say anything. I’ve been doing that for three hours now.

Granted it was hard. They tried everything short of laying hands on me. Ripping my dress, threatening my family and friends, you know the usual. But they couldn’t get me to talk. Then they called the motherfucking prince, who also happens to be the person I wanted dead.

“Just answer the question, doll, and you can go home.” Stupid motherfucker, staring down at me with that condescending smile I think. The haze of his power swirling around me, deep and smoky. Izuku was powerful, yes. But against me, he was nothing.

Smiling at him, I think to myself ‘You’ll get me to talk when I’m dead and gone’

Tracing his hand on my jawline slowly, like I was glass, brittle and ready to break. He stares deep into my eyes and for a moment, a hint of a second, I see the pain in his eyes. Something indescribable, intangible, but somehow there. And the moment is over. Harshly grabbing my chin, the pain is covered with feral, oddly flat green eyes.

“Tell me. Or else we’ll have to resort to… uglier methods of gaining information from you. And trust me, darling, you won’t like those methods.”

I took the saliva from my own mouth, aimed carefully, and spit on him. It landed directly on his eye.

“You fucking cunt!” He recoils in disgust, wiping his eye fervently. I smile in pride, knowing I got under his skin.

He backs up away from the cell I was in, taking one more look at my triumphant face, before saying to the guards, “Make sure she doesn’t escape.”

I heard his angry footsteps echo, and finally, the silence came.

The guards snicker at the recent events, before one of them saying,

“You’re going to regret that, you know? No one messes with Prince Midoriya and lives to tell the tale.”

“Guess I’ll be the first,” I replied back.

And then I broke the chains.

Izuku’s Pov

Fuck I missed her. She was the part of me that I never knew I needed. She was my blood, my bones, framing me into what I am now. And seeing her now, it made my bones ache, my blood sing. An agonizing, beautiful song. Placing my head into my hands, I bite the insole of my palms.

‘Where did it all go wrong?’ I thought to myself.

Sorting myself out, I walk through the quiet corridors of the Autumnal Palace. The sun shining through the high glass windows, mocking me with its beauty. It seems fit, having such a wonderful day go on outside as I suffer internally. With hastened pace, I make my way towards my personal team.

Stopping in front of the common room, I fix myself, running my hairs through my hair before walking in.

“Oh hey man,” Sero was the first one who saw me, giving a toothy smile “How’d the interrogation go…” he trails off, seeing the scowl on my face.

“So not well” One of Shoji’s many arms pops up and says.

Choosing my words carefully I say “It didn’t go as expected. (Y/n)’s a difficult one.”

Difficult wasn’t even the basis to cover it. She was infuriating, complex, and every time I see her it spurs my heart on erratically. But how could I say that in words?

My team was a good one, personally trained by myself, but sometimes they were a little too bit much.

Ochako pipes up from where she was sitting “Izu, don’t worry. We finally caught (Y/n)! After two and half years no less. All your hard work won’t be for nothing.”

“Yeah, man! This is cause for celebration! We finally caught (Y/n), Summer Court’s deadliest assassin. It’s time to kick back and celebrate-” At that moment, Ojirio storms in, face in pain as blood soaks his normally white clothes. The look on his face said that something was clearly wrong.

“(Y/n) escaped)”

Cocking my eyebrow I stare at Sero.

“Celebration huh?”

(Y/n)’s Pov

I hated being chased. Everyone talks about the exhilarating feeling of almost not making it but does anyway, but all I feel is annoyed. Turning another corner I hear in the distance. Luckily the guards tattered the ends of my dress, so it was easier to run in it

“Don’t let her escape! We need her alive!”

‘Autumn Court’ I thought to myself ‘One person escapes and they go bat shit crazy. Well, it is me.”

I look around looking for a place to hide out until the guards’ pass. Then looking up I spot...

“A vent. Perfect.” I whisper to myself. Working quickly, I made my way into the ventilation system. I keep myself there, holding my breath until I hear footsteps. It was two of the workers there.

“It’s such a shame,” one says to another. “King Toshinori has never done anything helpful since the Prince had been announced.” The other one shakes their head shamefully.

“I know right? Even since Izuku became prince, he’s nowhere to be seen or heard. It’s like he just placed all the burden on Prince Izuku and moved on with his life.”

Oh? Izuku’s being packed with the burden. I guess Von will find that information useful. Waiting until I couldn’t hear the voices of anyone, I get down from the vents.

“Easy as pie.” I smile at my genius.

“Spread out and find her! She couldn’t have gone far!” I see one the second in command, Ochako Uraraka yells. My smile turns into a grimace at her figure. I’ve never liked her but after the incident three years ago…

I didn’t let myself think of it, rather waited until I couldn’t hear footsteps anymore before dropping out of the vent.

Corridor after corridor, I run the palace. The orange-gold of the palace becoming a blur as I see the doors towards my freedom.

“THERE SHE IS. AFTER HER!” Fuck they found me. I was almost there, just a little more… Then I feel a large object knock into my back.

Giving a little as I went down, I turn quickly. Seeing the familiar hair of…

“(Y/n) don’t do this,” His soft voice rings out, power laced in it even now. “Just come back and we can get you home safely” Gritting my teeth at Izuku, I clench my fist and throw a punch. All the while my other hand summons a small dagger before dipping it in some poison and stabbing Izuku in the thigh.

How dare he. How dare he pretend that he cares, after all, he did to me, to my Court.

“Fuck!” Izuku screams.

Pulling him up by his collar I spit it out.

“Rot in hell.”

In the back, the rest of his team runs, seeing their leader hurt.

Not sticking around, I take off running, getting the doors of the front of the castle.

The night was dark as I fumbled slightly down the stairs of the castle.

‘Shit, shit, shit. I need a place to hide’ I think.

Running towards the car area of the courtyard, I see a black party bus sitting fairly near the gates. Sneaking into the back doors, I sit in the darkness.

“She couldn’t have gone far, split up and search.” I hear the voices agree before splitting off in different directions.

“Well, Well, WELL.” I’m suddenly knocked off my feet, and without another chance to regain my balance, my chin is grabbed. Sharp nails meet my flesh, threatening to make me bleed.

“What should we do with her Dabi?” a feminine voice reaches my ears.

“Drug ‘er. We’ll deal with her when the others come back. Shiggy will know what to do with ‘er”

“Sure.” Something stabbed into my neck and everything goes dark.

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