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🧡❤️Dating Your Enemy's Sibling

*part of the reverse trope series*

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader Genre: Fluff/Humor/SMAU Summary: How to get under your enemy/rival's skin? Charles answer was to start dating his younger sister. But now, he's glad he found love along the way. He only had to tell Max about the relationship when you won a race. That's won't be any time soon though . . . right?

*in honor of Lando's first win - here's this next installment of Reverse Tropes! I know that Max and Charles really aren't enemies. Maybe I should have done like a Pierre and Esteban thing, but I don't write for them. So here we go and please enjoy!*

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Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen. 

Predestined rivals, written in the stars, invisible string, yada-yada-yada. 

Putting it simply, Charles had an apt for pissing Max off and vice-versa. The world thought they would kill each other in karting, especially after the 2012 incident. The population sighed in relief when Max was taken from F3 and put in a Formula 1 car, while Charles took a bit longer. 

And then Charles made it to Formula 1 in 2018. However, he was put in a HAAS, a car that was not really made to play with the other cars in the front of the pack. The earth was saved yet another year. 

Well, until 2019 when Charles suddenly became the “It Boy” for the Prancing Horse. Meaning, that he could finally go back to terrorizing the grid and Max. But with terrorizing the grid came loads of trouble and hatred. 

And more pissing off your rival. 

Charles seethed on the podium as he listened to the Dutch national anthem and watched Max point to the stupid “H” on his race suit. He held in a scoff. At least the Ferrari logo was much better looking than that. 

It wasn’t fair. He had the racing line and Max pushed him off. If his mind wandered, it would go back to a certain kart race back in 2012 where he pulled the same move. But that didn’t count because the race has already finished. Charles would have rather been disqualified instead of having to go through the torture of being up on the podium in second. 

First loser as they call it. 

The Monegasque driver held no happiness in his body as Max started spraying his winner’s champagne. Charles just picked up his bottle and drank it. 

Still wasn’t as sweet as victory champagne would be. 

He deliberately separated himself from Max as they stood for a picture. The visible gap made it much more hilarious for everyone around them. 

When the festivities finished, he hightailed it out of there, just wanting to avoid the Dutchman presence. Charles sighed loudly as he walked back to the garage, definitely not in the mood to talk to anyone. 

“Charlie!

The Monegasque stopped in his tracks, annoyance almost wracking his entire being. Can people just let him wallow in defeat? He straightened his shoulders and turned around, PR smile plastered on his face. However, the very fake smile turned into a real one when he noticed that you were almost jogging to catch up with him. 

Y/n Verstappen. 

You had always been a part of his childhood. Where Max was, you were one step behind him, following him in your small racing overalls. He remembered how little you always seemed compared to your brother. But size didn’t matter on the karting course. 

Most of the time, the two boys found themselves trying to shake you off and others were behind your kart, picking up the dirt that you sent their way. And that’s why Charles put your name down as recommendations for his Prema seat after he won the championship in 2017. Because of him, you were able to graduate to Formula 2 and were on the track to make a debut in Formula 1 in the coming years. 

“Hey Y/n,” Charles said softly, still not in the mood to really talk to anyone. But for you, he’d always make an exception. And he was supposed to fly back with you and Max, something he was still dreading. 

You look at the Monegasque with sympathy. Charles wasn’t able to find any type of pity in your blue eyes (that matched Max’s). 

Your brows furrowed as to talked to him. “What Max did wasn’t the right way to race. But Formula 1 is getting more and more competitive.” 

The man, er boy, wanted to huff. He did not need this conversation from you. He almost turned around, but the next few sentences stopped him from making any motions. 

“Charlie, you’ve always found ways to beat him. If he wants to play like this, then you just have to give him a taste of his medicine, get under his skin. Do what you always do and somehow get around him.” 

He cocked his head, before his eyes lit up. 

Get under his skin.

You watched as Charles’s eyes filled up with some light, making the green in them really shine. You could almost see ideas concocting in his head.

Charles went to say something, but was interrupted by his team principle. He swerved to respond before he turned back to you. There was a glint in his eyes that you really couldn’t put a finger on. 

His took a deep breath before asking, “Do you want to maybe get dinner with me?” 

Your eyes widened. Sure, the Monegasque was very attractive, but those were not the words that you were expecting to come out of his mouth. 

Oh. 

Now you got it. 

Your facial expressions melted a bit, eyes pointed toward the ground as you kicked at it. Your arms crossed as you huffed. 

“Using me for gain over my brother wasn’t what I was meaning Charles. I was thinking more like unfollow him on social media while we’re on the plane or something.” 

The harsh “Ch” that began his name had him wincing. Like your brother, you had a small lisp which normally softened the two consonants to the point where his name sounded like it was supposed to be. And what was “Charles?” You rarely ever called him that, choosing to pick the more boyish nickname. 

Although, your idea about Instagram wasn’t a bad one. 

Charles looked a bit guilty as he scratched the back of his head. He honestly was endeared by you and your determination to never give up. He found you, well, cute. You were still 19, younger than him by a bit more than three years. 

But if you were cute back in 2012 hanging on to Max’s wet overalls after the puddle, and you were cute now trying to console him instead of celebrating your brother’s victory, you would still be cute in the following years. 

He sighed, knowing that he had to leave soon or he was going to get an earful from Sebastian for being late to yet another meeting. The Ferrari driver stepped forward a bit, getting closer to you. He looked down at his helmet before looking back to your eyes. 

“When I win and when I beat your brother, then can I take you out to dinner?” 

You mulled over the question in your head. 

If he beat Max before you went out with him, then that meant that he was actually genuine and wasn’t using it to his gain. You also smirked, knowing that indeed it would piss Max off whenever he found out. Your position as an annoying younger sister would still be intact and possibly stronger. 

You held out your hand, which Charles took in an instant. 

“Deal Leclerc.” 

“Deal Verstappen.” 

When Charles took the top step in Spa, pride filled his chest when he noticed Max’s glare at him. He had beaten the Dutchman at his home race. Albeit, it was a DNF for Max, but a win either way.  He swayed back and forth as his national anthem played and then sang quietly along with the Italian anthem. Deep in his heart, he knew the true weight of the win. 

For Anthoine. 

He knew somewhere he made his French friend proud. Just like Jules. And Just like Papa.

Charles watched down below as you looked like you could hardly keep a smirk off your face. And it was bad too as you stood next to Max, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there below Charles. 

The Monegasque raised his eyebrows when you locked eyes. You just hoped that Max wouldn’t catch on that he was staring right at you. Thankfully, you were right next to a Ferrari manager, so Max could guess that Charles was looking at him. 

When the winner finally got ready, you were waiting outside his garage. 

“Hi,” you whispered, putting your phone away. Charles didn’t verbally respond, but he wrapped his arms around you. You melted in his arms, still smelling a bit of the champagne in his hair. 

He looked down at you. 

“Are you ready for dinner?” 

Your eyes held a playful glint. “I hope you chose a good restaurant Leclerc.” 

He scoffed, keeping his arm around your shoulders as the two of you turned to leave. “Only the best Verstappen.” 

The dinner went really well, but you weren’t expecting it to be a continual thing. 

And then Charles won in Monza the next week, and he once again asked you to dinner. And once again, the Monegasque set expectations higher than you every imagined. You were saddened when Charles wasn’t able to win any more races while your brother seemed to get better and better each race. 

You could only giggle while you watched them still avoid each other in Singapore. 

But, the dinners turned into texting, and texting turned to other dates, and dates turned into dating, and dating turned into a relationship, and the relationship turned into an almost five year commitment that you or Charles weren’t planning to end soon. 

The relationship saw your brother become a world champion in 2021, Charles becoming a world champion in 2022, and you joining the grid as a rookie for McLaren after a disastrous attempt for an Alpine seat.

Charles had been furious and Max had almost found out about the relationship. The two of you were still scared that Max might hold some coldness for the past. But when he called Charles “Charlie,” the special nickname that you had for him, you thought that it might be a good idea to tell him. 

“But mon ange, he will run me off the track if he finds out,” Charles whined into your stomach as you played with his hair before the Miami Grand Prix. 

You rolled your eyes and tugged at the strands. “No he won’t. You have to worry about your teammate doing that to you instead.” 

Another whine left Charles making you giggle. 

“At least you’re starting on the front row. I have to start P5! Oscar has been making fun of me all weekend.” 

The Aussie had been such a God send for you during your rookie season. The elder by a few months had taken you under his wing. The two of you had been so close to a win last year, and with the upgrades this weekend, you were sure that you or him would start on the front row. 

And then you had to be hit during the sprint, which didn’t help the mechanics in the hours before the race quali. That in turn made your car feel weird and P5 was the best you could do. Maybe Charles was secretly transferring his unluckiness into you. 

The Monegasque turned his head to look you in the eyes. You smiled as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head. 

“We’ll tell him when I win a race. How about that?” 

Charles knew that you were just unlucky as he was when it came to winning a race. Last year,  you had been close in Spa, but a rouge rainstorm saw you spinning out on the second to last lap. Austin you had pole, but Max fought you on into turn one, making you go wide. You never saw your brother after the first lap as you fell down the grid. Charles held you each night as you cried. 

The red-clad-driver sat up and held your head in his hands. “You’ll win soon enough. Maybe not this weekend because I don’t have any time to prepare.” 

You laughed and just brought him in to a kiss. There was literally no way you could win this weekend. Beating Max Verstappen with pole from P5 on a track that he had a 100% win rate at? 

Impossible.

Charles thought he was going to cry as he crossed the line in P3. From you winning or having to tell your bother that he defiled his baby sister, he didn’t know. 

What he did know was that he was going to get out of his car and congratulate you immediately. What were the odds that you won on the anniversary of the stupid inchident, the first time that Charles had ever seen you with Max. 

(And yes, he did remember the anniversary but didn’t want to bring it up.) 

You, however, were frozen in your car. You took some deep breaths as you took the steering wheel off, stood up a bit, bent to put it back on, and straightened, holding your pointer finger up. Your fists clenched as you raised them, automatically hearing the crowds roar when you waved. 

A tug on your sleeve brought you down into Max’s arms. You were a bit disappointed that it wasn’t Charles, but that would be too obvious. 

“YOU DID IT!” Max yelled in your ear, well, your helmet as you hadn’t taken the neon thing off yet. 

You really didn’t want people to see the tear stains on your face. But right now, you’d just stay in the protection of your brother’s arms. When he let go of you, he lifted your visor, twin eyes meeting yours. 

“You did such an amaz-”

“I’m dating Charles.” 

Blink. 

Blink. 

Blink. 

You took the moment of a frozen Max to turn to your team. You looked over your shoulder to see that the Dutchman was still stuck in his place as you got farther and farther away. You grimaced, knowing what was to come if Max and Charles met at any time when you weren’t there. 

An arm around your shoulders brought you out of your head. The light blue caught your eyes, signaling that it was Charles. He patted your shoulders, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. You did feel a bit of pressure move your helmet, so he must have quickly smushed his face into the black swirls. A helmet kiss if you would guess. 

You wanted to turn around to warn him of the imminent danger that was waiting for him in the form of Max Verstappen, but you were led away before you could. 

Your fears immediately went away though when your eyes finally landed on your team. Helmet thrown to the ground, you made the decision to throw yourself at them as well. Your laughs could be heard as your mechanics lifted you higher as everyone seemed to want to congratulate you for their first win since Monza 2021, which you weren’t even on the team then. 

When Charles stepped into the cooldown room, he could feel the awkwardness. It also didn’t help that Max was glaring at him from the corner. Charles was a bit worried. He thought that Max was fine with him now after they had both sort of mended their weird friendship during 2023. 

He turned to you as you walked in, all sweaty. 

Charles still thought you looked very pretty. 

“Eyes off Leclerc.” 

Charles froze in his place and looked between the siblings. He looked at you, then Max, then you, and then Max again. You winced, not looking him in the eyes. Realization flooded his body and he thought for a moment he was going to pass out.  

“Mon Dieu.” 

“We will be talking after this,” Max pointed, drinking from his water bottle, not taking his eyes off Charles. 

When you were called to the little Jeeps, you quickly got into the bright pink Barbie-esque looking one, still buzzing from your win. Even if the two men behind you had put a damper on it. 

Charles’s eyes only fixed on one of the cars, not even seeing the third one behind the second. He climbed right in, eyes closed as he sat down. However, his eyes shot open when the car tilted and a thigh was touching his. He gulped rather loudly, refusing to look to his right. 

This was Vegas all over again. 

Max kept his voice low. “When did it start?” 

“2019. After Austria.” 

“Why?” 

“I wanted to get to know her more.” 

“What was the reason Charles?” 

The Monegasque sighed as he ran his hand over his face. “I was angry at you and wanted to get back at you somehow.” 

He knew he was about to be punched on live television, but he continued hoping for redemption. 

“But, I knew that was wrong. We didn’t even go out until Spa. And then again in Monza. And then it just happened.” 

He turned to look directly at Max, knowing that he only had a few more moments before they had to go out onto the podium. 

“Max I love your sister. I have the ring and everything. We’ve been happy for 5 years and have made it work. Please, she’s really all the good I have left. I would throw everything away for her. And-”

Max’s laughs stopped him from continuing. The Dutchman slapped a hand on Charles’s thigh, making him wince a bit. 

The Red Bull driver’s eyes were crinkled with a smile as they pulled up to the parking spot. 

“Just keep her happy, or I will run you off the track.” 

“Y/n! I told you he’d threaten me!” 

“Max!” 

“Oh come on I did not!” 

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y/nverstappen4 WE DID IT! P1 BABAYYYYYYY 🏆

nothing beats a podium with me on the top step surrounded by my boys 💙🧡❤️

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turning point. gregory house

🥼🩺 | you and house despise each other. today's supposed to be any other night, but house kisses you.

warnings/tags! light enemies-to-lovers, angst if you squint your eyes, younger woman x older man, emotional revelations, no dialogue, and they kiss!

masterlist : greg house n all

a/n: i can't believe people are sending in things in my inbox wow if you have any requests/ideas or little topics of conversations don't shy away and send them my way! enjoy ducklings <3

house reaches for your wrist, taking you into his grasp, and pulling you flush against his body. you jolt at the sudden motion, left hand landing and pressing on his chest. sure eyes linger on your face for a fraction of a second. beauty eclipsing any and all thought working the cogs in his busy mind. all he thinks to himself is how breathtaking you are in this moment.

many a time the two of you would rather bicker, almost estranged in your sidings with cuddy. but you were legally bound by contract to side with her, serving as a board member this year.

tonight’s no different, you’re here because of house’s opposition to a hospital policy you and the board proposed. he’s been on a childish campaign to get you to concede to his wishes, after all he does whatever he wants in the hospital. but he makes a deductive confession that changes the tune of your usual argument. and tonight’s a little different, with it being the annual gala.

you wear this burgundy dress off some runway that he makes note of, and he’s in his well-pressed, well-tailored suit. you came here to declare a truce, but instead you let house press your buttons, somehow finding yourself ending the argument against his chest.

house’s hand snakes its way to the nook of your back. then, his lips were latched onto yours. he's kissing you.

gregory house is kissing you.

your tense body melts into his touch, reciprocating the kiss despite your initial surprise. you loop an arm around his neck, pushing him closer to you, causing the two of you to wobble, but he steadies your weight and deepens the kiss.

it’s sweet, passionate, and almost desparate, as if this was years of yearning. but you’re not so illusioned that you mistake this as something other than all your anger and hostility towards each other finally being squeeze out by the force of your locked lips—into this kiss.

it’s a kiss the two of you unknowingly wanted, hidden underneath the veneer of your harsh and clashing words. you’re not afraid to argue with house, equally venomous with your tongue during your time as a defence lawyer. and house is the same, sharpened tongue to prove his correctness in principle.

but you two fear that you’ve exposed yourselves to the possibility of tragedy. maybe it's because you two have been really eyeing each other all along, testing how you could handle each other. never once have you failed, nor has house. that scared you shitless, but the moment’s well worth it. house makes good work with his lips, and you float in some sort of heaven, feeling the frustration finally rupture. and he feels the same.

slowly, you both pull away from each other, breathless and flushed. you don’t pull away immediately, staying interlocked in his grasp. your eyes are both down cast, not quite refusing to look at the other, but rather frozen and unsure where to look. despite it, house’s eyes radiate blue.

it’s too intimate for you and house, and yet you keep still. he’s kept to himself all these years, only to have you cut into his bubble between the hookers he distracts himself with. he thinks that’s where his resentment of you stems from, but it’s never really been quite hatred, he realizes. you’re the same, lonelier than you would like to admit. no one, so it seemed, could tug on your heartstrings except this man you found nothing but annoyance for.

house is perplexed. his mouth is agape, nothing quite registering to allow his neurons to fire and form words. something of his old self manifests, and a warm feeling feathers his heart. a touch like this was no stranger to that ghost, but all the other flirtations he makes falls in comparison. there’s only you and him

his sense are faint yet heightened, just from his proximity to you. biologically speaking, he’s doing really well, and he can hear his pulse pounding, and feel yours mirror his. he’s forgotten what this feels like, but sure it was this, and that makes his heart race faster. it’s almost dizzying.

house continues to direct his eyes on your curled hair, unsure of how to look at you. he considers leaving without another word, but he feels stuck to you.

you mirror house, too dazed to do anything. an overwhelming euphoria shoots through you, the sort of nervous excitement that makes you feel like a teenager. you’re younger than house, and you bite your cheek like you were 17 with your crush. you’re all too aware of your inexperience now, unsure with your wild heart. nevertheless, you muster the courage to finally break your trance. so you push on his chest lightly, finally meeting his eyes.

you blink. he’s tall.

the realization makes you swallow nervously. you open your mouth, but like house, nothing quite comes out. your hand still rests on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his pulsing heart. you try again, this time with house. both of your lips fall open, tongue failing again. but his eyes are enough. all you want to do is kiss him, so you lean in and kiss him again.

luckily for you, house always wants to kiss you.

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hai :3 can i request an enemies to lover miguel o hara fic where they get stuck in a closet together and reader kinda has to sit on his lap because there isnt any space and so after a few minutes of being in there, reader pisses off miguel and miguel kisses them to shut them up and then the rest is history ig 🙇‍♀️

PLS AND THANK YOU! 🙇‍♀️

also pls make the reader speak spanish im BEGGINGGG.

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hi! ofc you can! I did my best! I’m sorry that it sucks and is cringy😀😭

Miguel O’ Hara x Hispanic Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Suggestive Language, Maybe a glimpse of smut, and Miguel being an asshole

You were one of Miguel’s first recruits, you had been working in the spider society for as long as it had existed, you and Miguel were close (or you would like to consider that) since you both shared the same culture and language and it was easier for you to communicate with him when your English wasn’t as good as it is (since in your universe Spanish was the predominant language) and he would be one of the few people who could understand your accent or you speaking Spanish when you forgot a word.

He took it as his personal job to teach you English until you perfected it and people who didn’t know you wouldn’t be able to guess that it wasn’t your first language( though sometimes you still would forget words in English or express yourself better in Spanish) you would both mutually bring food for each other or bond over music, so yeah you considered yourself close to him.

That was until he started becoming way more stressed about everything, yeah he has been a sour asshole ever since his canon event, but people were at least able to get small responses and have conversations that weren’t all about work with him, but as the spider society grew, he felt a lot of pressure on him and started drowning himself in work to the point that he would isolate himself for days until he got everything he needed done, he could spend weeks without sleeping and eating, and obviously as he became more stressed his memories started to impulse even worse emotions on him than they did before.

Of course this made you and your other teammates worried about him, so you started to bring him lunch, make sure he slept, and just went to see if he was okay, but you checking up on him started to annoy him as he got more irritating because of the lack of sleep and the accumulation of stress, so one day he just decided you annoyed him and soon that annoyance turned into hatred, or that’s what he thought it was.

This made him become snappy at you and we all know he can be the greatest asshole, at first you’re patient with him, thinking it will pass, but as it gets worse you reach your ending point and lose all patience starting to respond to him the same way he talked to you.

The sudden change weirded everyone out, but they also noticed that ever since you started hating Miguel back, his mood became even worse, well everyone noticed except for you, which surprised everyone since you were one of the smartest people in the spider society.

So thats why everyone refused to go to a mission with Miguel when he asked them to, arguing that they already had a mission, or that they had something really important to do, until Miguel had no other option but to take you and you had no other option but to go with him.

“Do i reaally have to go with him? I mean can’t he just ask Ben instead?” You said to Jess

“Nope honey, Ben has a really important therapy session”

“Okay? so then ask Gwen? Pavitr? Hobie? anyone else?”

“He already did, they’re all busy”

“Then why can’t you go”

“As important as the spider society is, I have an ultrasound appointment today, so I can’t go even if I wanted to”

“Well the world just hates me then doesn’t it”

“Maybe it does, or maybe it’s doing you a favor”

“Trust me, being alone with him is not a favor, i don’t want to be screamed at about how i’m annoying and a fucking- what was the word? uhm una carga? how did you say that?”

“A burden?”

“Yeah that! I don’t want to be called a burden and shit like that”

“You’re no burden, but I’ll tell you what you sound like, a teenage girl, come on, you’re an adult, you can take things in a professional way”

“Well the one that’s childish is him not me”

“Uh huh, well i’ve gotta go, good luck!”

“Yeah whatever”

You were now approaching Miguel’s office while wishing you were dead ‘Puta madre neta me lleva la verga, ahora si ya no tengo de otra más que ir’ (Fuck this shit, now I really don’t have any option but to go), you were starting to grow nervous as you approached his door, you hadn’t been alone with him since your last fight where he directly called you annoying and a burden, but now you had no other option.

After finishing the mission without actually talking to each other unless necessary, you both came back to the HQ, when you arrived it was weirdly quiet and no one seemed to be there doing their duties even if it was not that late, which was really weird, that was until you saw Peter B. approaching you with a worried look

“Hey y/n, have you seen MayDay? I can’t find her, usually it takes me an hour, but it’s been four hours and I haven’t been able to find her and I’m starting to get worried” Peter said to you while still running up to you and then catching his breath

“Oh, um I’m sorry but we just got back from a mission so we haven’t seen anything, but we can help you look!”

“No we can’t” Miguel said

“Yes we can, anyways where was the last place that you saw her Peter?” You said after glaring at Miguel as if looks could kill

“Well, I think it was in that one room that has a closet.. I always forget what it’s called”

“Okay yeah, I know which one you’re talking about, let’s go take a look”

Miguel followed them even if he said he wouldn’t be helping, Mayday being on the loose could press a lot of buttons and break a lot of things and cause a lot of problems, so there he was, inside of the closet with you, while Peter “looked” around the room, until they heard a loud noise of the door closing and now he was trapped inside with you, the worst thing is that because of the lack of space you ended up in his lap.

“Great, just what I needed”

“You know I’m not happy about being here with you either okay?”

“Oh is that so? or was this your little plan to get me trapped with you and to get all up on my personal space”

“WHAT? I would NOT do that, and I do NOT want to be in the same room as you you fucking asshole!”

“Oh yeah am I an asshole? sorry I couldn’t understand you with that accent”

“WHAT? okay now you’re being unreasonable, you want me to say it in Spanish? I will, Yo no planee esto wey, yo no quiero estar en el mismo lugar que tu, yo no quiero que me hables, yo no te quiero hablar y mucho menos molestar tu pinche espacio personal, así que neta hazme un favor y cállate un rato que ya no te aguanto cabrón, neta deja de cagar el palo y de ser un pendejo de la nada y ni me trates de culpar porque yo ni se que chingados te hice para que me odies tanto-“. (I didn’t plan this, I don’t want to be in the same place as you, I don’t want you to talk to me or to talk to you or even less to be all on your fucking personal space, so please do me a favor and shut up a little because I can’t deal with you anymore, please stop being such an asshole out of nowhere and don’t blame me because i don’t even know what the fuck I did for you to hate me so much-) That’s when you felt something on your lips, and it took you some time to realize he was kissing you, Miguel O’Hara was kissing you, you sure as hell felt as a teenage girl, butterflies in your stomach and everything.

On the other side Miguel was starting to get nervous as you didn’t return the kiss, he was starting to pull away and about to say he was sorry and he didn’t mean it when he felt you pulling him close and kissing him again, at first it was just a sweet kiss, but then it started to get heated, he couldn’t help but moan when he started feeling you grinding against him, with each second passing making him harder, he started kissing your neck and sucking “Fuck Miguel- you’re gonna leave marks” but he didn’t care, he continued, hearing your moans was paradise to him, he wanted to take you there so bad, until, they heard a knock “Um guys? are you okay?” Peter B said as he unlocked the door and opened it making Miguel groan in annoyance “This isn’t over.” he said before the door completely opened and revealed a Peter with a smiling Mayday in his arms.

[enchantedlov3r]

~Wild enemies turned lovers~ A Jacaerys Velaryon love story Cowboy AU

Chapter 1

Summary: you and Jace were enemies, no one could get you guys to get along. so when you guys are forced to work together on your mother's farm for a summer, burning hatred turns into passionate love...

Pairing: cowboy!Jacaerys x cowgirl!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: lots of sadness and angst, Jace being a tiny asshole, aemond being a good friend, daemon being the reader's fav as he should, and lots of cussing yayy! smut in future chapters, fluff at the end kind of, mentions of death, arguing, let me know if I missed anything! enjoyyyy!

A/N: heyyyy... how y'all doin'.... so look I know I have other stuff to work on but I just couldn't resist y'all know me! so this is dedicated to a lovely girl @coral021 so I hope you like it and it suits your liking, this will be a series btw!

You felt as though you and Jace were supposed to be enemies since the womb.

Jace was always so stuck up and such a know it all while you were more reserved and chose to hide in the shadows.

yes you were outgoing and loved riding your horse around the farm, but you also didn't like a lot of human interaction with others you didn't know.

you were reserved and introverted that way. you liked to tend to the farm animals and do chores, stuff normal people wouldn't exactly enjoy doing.

but when you put those headphones on, you were in a whole other world. a world that Jace always loved to mess up when he and his family came to visit.

It was currently 2:55pm when Jace and his family arrived. It was Daemon, your favorite. Aemond and Aegon, Lucerys, Joffery, and Rhaenyra.

you spotted them from the barn as you were feeding the pigs. you finished tidying up in the barn when your twin sister comes running towards you.

your sister was your best friend, she was the only one who you felt actually understood you.

"There here!" she says with a giddy smile. "yea I caught that, you seem a wee bit too excited, I wonder why." you say your southern drawl coming in strong.

"oh stop it! you know he doesn't like me back, it's just a tiny crush anyway. to be honest I think he takes a liking to you." she says as you both walk hand in hand.

she had the biggest crush on aemond. he showed signs that he didn't like her back but to be honest your sister could never truly stay hooked on one man.

when you guys were 12 she had a crush on jace but when you guys were 15 she obtained a crush on aegon.

"you know how you get around him, I just don't want him hurting your feelings, you know how mean they are, and besides your too sweet for him anyway. and I highly doubt he wants me," you say smiling at her as you rub your nose with hers.

she was the joy and happiness that you don't have. you weren't exactly depressed but you weren't exactly happy either, being the oldest by 5 minutes meant more pressure on you then her.

but she was still able to put a smile on your face as always. you havent been the best, especially since dad died. it's been rough on everyone but daisy doesn't show it as much. tyring to stay happy for everyone.

(gonna name her daisy btw you can use it if not thats ok too)

you eventually just shut everyone out except her. your older brother, your mom, your friends, even other family members.

"you think mom's gonna tell em? that dad's dead?" daisy asks you. you sigh and look at your house up ahead.

"maybe, they are like family and daemon really did like our dad so maybe?" you say honestly. you weren't sure.

your mom hasn't left the house in months. he recently died and you guys had the funeral a few months ago.

she hasn't moved from the house and you and daisy were constantly trying to coax her to help out.

so instead of getting up to help she calls the Targaryen family over to help for the entire summer.

now to anyone that sounds amazing. to you, it was a nightmare because of the sleep schedule, the trouble you'd have to endure, and the endless amounts of teasing and annoyance from Jace.

"I like your outfit btw but you might wanna change, and shower. you smell like mud and pigs." she says snickering.

you had on a white t-shirt with blue overalls and a cowgirl hat on to keep the heat from out of your eyes along with your handy dandy cowgirl boots.

"yea yea, I know. but not before i do this!" you exclaim before rubbing your hands all on her arms and rubbing your cheek on her cheek.

"ewwwwwww! gross! whyyyy mee!" Daisy yells out as she runs away from you. you quickly follow after her you catch a glimpse of the four boys staring at you guys. your older brother, aemond, aegon, and jace.

"ok ok! I surrender. I give up, come on daisy I won't do anything, promise!" you yell out at her.

she laughs and puts both her thumbs up before making her way back to you.

you both walk up the porch steps towards the front door when your met with your older brothers gaze.

"Where have you two been? Mom was looking for you both to greet the Targaryens." he says with a stern gaze.

"doing the work you should have been doing. that's where I was." you say with a bit of venom behind it.

"well I was busy. you know taking care of mom." he says. you roll your eyes and so does daisy.

"bullshit Tyler, I was taking care of mom while you were out fucking some girl." daisy announces.

"oh wow, but what the hell was all that talk about how you care for mom's mental health and how you needed to now step up and be the "man" of the house and take care of mom?" you question, restating what he said the day after the funeral.

"I meant that. I'm doing that, I'm putting in more work than you." he says with his chest puffed out.

"Yea tell her." Jace whispers.

'Oh.' you saw what was going on here, Tyler wanted to act all tough and big and bad because they were here. well, you were gonna show your brother just how pathetic he is.

you glare at the boys behind him and then look at your brother again.

"hey by the way, tell that girl, what was her name again, cat? yea did you ever tell her that you had chlamydia and might have given it to her? yea did you tell her that you got it from her sister? well, that's too bad cause I uhm already told her. she's on her way here shortly so that'll be a fun conversation." you say with a smile.

"let's go daisy," you say before walking towards the door. "Oh by the way welcome back boys," you say with an insincere smile on your face before pushing the door to your household open and walking in.

you hear the muffled conversation and you smile knowing that there questioning your brother and his sexual acts and the fact that he just let me punk him.

"that was just cruel but well deserved." daisy says with a giggle. you smile at her and laugh too.

"Hi, Rhaenyra." you greet as you see her and your mom talking at the dining table.

"Hello girls, always a pleasure to see you guys." she says with that warm smile on her face.

sometimes you wished she was your mom instead of your actual mom because Rhaenyra actually understood you, unlike your mom.

"I would hug you but i'm covered in mud and hay, lemme go clean up yea?" you say to her with a smile.

she smiles and nods with understanding and you walk up the stairs towards your room.

you grab a little white sundress with yellow flowers on it. you grab some panties and a bra as well and walk towards your bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

It was currently 7:45 when you finally left your room after your daily reading routine, you got out of the shower a while ago and your ready for dinner.

"Hey! Come downstairs loser, dinner is ready, and Daemons asking for you." daisy says bursting into your room.

"hey, one I'm not a loser and two you had me at Daemon's name," you say excitingly as you rush downstairs with her.

you see Daemon's white hair and his black cowboy hat and sneak up behind him and jump on his back.

"RAHHHH!" You yell out as he twirls you around with his hands on your legs holding you there.

"There she is! How's my special girl." he says with a smile on his face. you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I'm doing pretty good old man, how are you?" you say laughing when he drops you off him at calling him an old man.

"well I was doing good until that statement child." he says rolling his eyes playfully.

you laugh at him and shove him with your shoulder snatching his hat off his head and putting it on yours. You stand next to him listening to him talk about his time here in the last hour or so and you smile.

your deep in his conversation when Lucerys runs to you with Joffery.

"Hey guys! Omg! Luke you're getting taller dude and Joffery last time I saw you, you were like this short." you say shrinking your hand a bit.

"Hey guess what i'm 7 now! and Luke is 13!" he says proudly. you smile at them and high five the both of them.

"well ain't that something nice," you say roughing up Luke's hair. "Alright, boys why don't you go and find some seats, dinners ready."

they both nod and go find a seat. you smile and bid him a farewell while you go and find a seat next to your sister.

"Hey sissy." you say with a smile. "hey loser." she says with a smirk. you kick her foot and she laughs.

"girls. no playing at the table you know that." your mom says for the first time today.

"but dad never had a problem with it." daisy says in protest. you roll your eyes not even bothering to put up a fight with her.

"Yeah well he's dead isn't he, so whatever I say goes," she says sternly making everyone at the table go silent.

"yea well you haven't done anything around here anyway so what's the point." you whisper under your breath.

"I'm sorry, did you have something you wanted to share with the family?" she says with that aggression and attitude in her tone.

"Miranda don't," Rhaenyra warns.

"No its fine. Yea I do have something to share." you say putting your fork down losing your appetite.

"Here we go again." Tyler says rolling his eyes.

"You have not moved from your room in months. you have done nothing to help with the farm, you just sit around and sulk in the coldness of your room. Daisy has coaxed you to start eating properly, I have stepped up and cooked and helped take care of the fucking animals you and Dad raised when we were babies. and yet, whatever you say is supposed to go? yea, mom that makes total sense coming from a woman who couldn't even go buy fucking groceries for the goddamn house." you say out of anger.

"please don't do this, not again bro," Tyler says.

"No.. no Tyler you have no right to talk. your last words to dad were that you fucking hated him and wished he wasn't alive anymore. and for what? all because he wouldn't let you sneak some fucking whore in the house?" you say angrily with tears streaming down your face.

"You wanna act like the man of the house so bad but you couldn't even make the real man in the house proud. I blame you for his death, every single fucking day. I hate you Tyler, and I hate you Mom because you act like it's nothing. You don't check on your kids, you don't comfort Daisy at night when she wakes up crying and calling out for Dad. you do nothing. and whatever you say goes right?" you yell at Tyler and your mom.

your full-on crying now.

"I can't even look at you anymore," you say finally before looking away from them both and silently crying.

"sorry to ruin this wonderful dinner that Daisy cooked. and I'm sorry Rhaenyra and Daemon and everyone else for making you uncomfortable. I'm fine now." you say calmly.

"darling, it's totally fine. I can tell you needed to let that out." Rhaenyra says with a smile on her face.

"You just ruin everything don't you, no wonder Tyler never wants you around either," Jace says under his breath.

"what the fuck did you just say?!" you yell at jace.

"Man come on don't make her angry," Tyler says.

"JACAERYS VELARYON!" Rhaenyra yells making everyone silent at the table.

"you have no right... no right to say that. out of all people you should understand as you lost your father, don't you start with this family, and put them through more hell." she exclaims.

"I've lost my appetite, i'll eat it later daisy. I'm sorry." you say before running out of the house and running towards the barn.

"why couldn't you just stay quiet like you always are Mom? I made a n-nice dinner and you ruined it. You too Tyler and you Jace. you guys know better but you act fucking childish anyway!" Daisy says with tears in her eyes as she runs to her room.

"I'll go find her, Aegon you go after Daisy. don't worry, we'll fix this." Aemond says.

you're sitting on the bench by the coupe of chickens when you hear rustling behind you.

"go away Tyler! I don't want you here right no-"

"Not Tyler," Aemond announces interrupting your sentence.

you turn around and see aemond standing there with his hands in his pocket.

"come to tease me like Jace does? if so I'm not in the mood," you say sitting back down to feed the chickens.

"actually i'm here to comfort you. see I lost my dad too so I know how you feel. My dad may not have died like yours did but I lost mine and I'm at least civil enough to know that, that shit isn't something to make fun of." aemond says as he sits next to you.

"Yea, it's not," you say throwing more food for the chickens. you glance at him and he's staring right back at you.

"you know I don't hate him, not really." you say with a slight smile on your face.

"who Tyler?" he asks.

"nope, not him no I hate him with my life. I mean Jace. I never hated him. He just started hating on me from the jump so I just went along with it. But it's getting exhausting. were both adults now, were 18, why can't he just act more mature." you say looking at the stars in the sky.

"I don't know, I'm never really around my niece all that well but maybe he likes you. You know, arguing and pretending to hate someone for no reason at all is a sign that they like you but are trying to hide their feelings deep down."

"Oh shut up!" you say shoving him and laughing.

"Just saying," he says with a smile. you smile back at him remembering how fun and nice Aemond really was. when you guys were alone at least.

"by the way you gotta stop bullying Luke, he's 13, and you're 19. get it together bro," you say sternly locking eyes with him.

"yea yea I will." he says smiling at you. you smile back and stare at him.

for a moment it felt as though time had stopped. you both stare at each other before Aemond's smile fades and he leans a little closer to you.

he leans closer and closer until he's near your ear. "we should probably get back, daemons calling." he whispers.

"oh uhm-" you clear your throat. "yeah w-we should. thanks aemond, I really needed this talk." you say with a smile before hugging him.

"no problem." he says hugging you back as he rests his head on yours.

you both walk back engaged in conversation again about his love life. of course, he didn't have a girlfriend. you're gonna have to tell that to Daisy, maybe another night...not tonight.

then out of the blue, Jace pops up in your mind and you speak before your mind can tell you to shut up.

"D-does Jace have a girlfriend by any chance?" you ask keeping your head straight, not daring to look at Aemond's amused face and teasing smirk.

"no...he doesn't. why, are you interested?" he asks nudging you a bit as he chuckles with amusement.

,"No, not at all. Just curious is all." you say with a little giggle. you both make it back to the house and are greeted with Rhaenyra and Daemon's lovely faces.

they thank you that you came back and thank Aemond for bringing you back.

you smile at them and bid the three a goodbye. you try to make your way up the stairs but the sound of Jace's voice stops you.

"Hey, wait," he says walking to catch you quick enough. you turn around with an emotionless expression as you really don't want to speak to him.

"look I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that when I know your clearly hurting. I know what it's like to lose your father or someone close to you. I shouldn't have been such an asshole and I'm really sorry. If you could ever find it in your heart to forgive me, I would really appreciate it." he says with a serious face.

you saw past the serious facade though. there was something in his eyes, a look of not only a feeling of apologetics but of sincerity too, and passion and remorse.

a look that you can forgive.

"I forgive you Jace. I am really tired now so, goodnight." you smile at him and give him a light hug.

he hugs you back as his eyes widen. you've never shown him affection like this and neither has he so this... this was new.

"goodnight, i'll see you tomorrow then. my mom told me to help you with whatever chores you need help with," he says.

"oh ok, well then see ya tomorrow Jace." you say as you turn on your heel to make your way towards the stairs and go to your room.

you didn't quite know what tomorrow would hold for you but you prayed it wasn't Jace being an asshole.

if only you knew how much tomorrow was going to be hell for you...

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

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my contribution to the “give skeletons your period cramps” thing is actually to say that if killer were capable of having periods, he would eventually lose track of when it is likely to happen—due to all the resets, and very likely the withholding of information such as dates and time from him by Chara and or nightmare.

he would only ever suspect when his period is coming on due to unusually intense reactions from his body—such as sudden becoming aware of how exhausted and fatigued it is, sudden lock ups in parts of its body from either dt clogging joints or times where bones were broken and healed wrong.

his soul’s light may even flare in response to any cramps, although due to his high pain tolerance and detachment from his body, he is not able to feel them except for in stage 1 or 3.

instead his biggest problems would be intrusive thoughts that feel dissociative in nature—easily agitated by things that didn’t bother him before and increase in murderous urges, and thoughts of self harm such stabbing his abdomen or the area where the blood is coming from—not particularly for seemingly any reason, such as the emotions associated with stage 1.

perhaps desire to be in pain, because the body is supposed to be feeling hurt during these times and it feels strange to be without. perhaps a desire to punish it for “betraying” him.

He is probably actually pretty self destructive during his time of the month. Would probably do strange things with the blood like finger paint. Might give it a taste if he’s curious enough. If nightmare or chara had issue with all the blood getting everywhere but there was no period products available or withheld from him he’d probably have to make do with stifling the blood.

maybe he just stops caring at some point and free bleeds, although perhaps only if doing so would irritate nightmare/Chara or otherwise make someone uncomfortable in a way that amuses him. Although I moreso see something like this happening if he can’t get or find anything to stop the bleeding, and trying to convince himself he has control over it by finding amusement in others disgust, irritation, or discomfort.

however, since periods are something he yet again has no control over, he’d likely find a way to keep control in any way he can just like if he ever found himself pregnant. i honestly think things like pregnancy and periods would only greatly disturb him and further his sense of detachment from the body—and he probably has a lot of repressed hatred and rage and disgust towards his body.

at most he’s probably shove some old rags or shirts or toilet paper down there and basically tell the body to get over itself— while he probably actively makes it worse. there may be an uptick in his sadistic and masochistic tendencies (especially towards the body, but perhaps even anyone who provokes his irritation—although he is very unlikely to express things like annoyance or anger in typical ways, possibly by emotionally detaching further after even the most minor outburst), and he may experience an increase in paranoia and dissociation.

(and perhaps things like praise and validation from someone he trusts, like color, could help—although if it came from anyone else he’d probably immediately assume they are trying to manipulate him. and he is still likely to doubt even color, due to paranoia.)

so perhaps he will attempt to handle it himself, he absolutely will keep it an absolute secret and tell no one, and would probably avoid anything that could provoke a response from the body or him.

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

hiiii could I request something for Adam Stanheightttt ? Like an enemies to lovers type thingggg

Is this it?

Adam Stanheight x reader  

a/n im so sorry if this is too long or if its too rushed. im still new to writing im gonna get the hang of it i swear also i might do a part 2 im not sure yet if this warrants one :P |no use of pronouns or y/n

ps i kinda like giving these fics titles of song but they arent super related to the actual fic ;-; anyways feedback is much appreciated <3

wc: 1485

The first time I met Adam, I was moving into my new (to you at least, but actually very old) apartment after I decided I had enough of my parents. I was moving the remaining boxes into my apartment and I heard a shutter from a camera. In front of my door was a group of about 4 people wearing matching shirts that said  “Wrath of the Gods” and in front of them was a guy with a camera.

“Oh, excuse me,” I said holding the heavy boxes of my remaining belongings. They all turned at me and didn't say anything until a man with greasy brown hair in front of the camera spoke up “Hey” he said walking towards me and I decided to put the boxes down in front of the door they were currently blocking. 

“I’m Scott Tibbs lead singer of this band Wrath of the Gods, we’re just taking pictures for our new album, you should come to our show, we can always use more groupies” You stare at him for a while before the photographer spoke up 

“Hi, I’m Adam, you must be my new neighbor I live right across the hall right there” and he pointed to the door nearest to your apartment. “Hi,” you said and you introduced yourself as well before pausing “Do you think you could take pictures somewhere else so I can finish moving in?” you asked as you reached down to pick up the boxes.

 “Oh, right, yeah, sure,” Adam said awkwardly. He approached the band members and they all walked downstairs most likely to find a different place to finish their makeshift photoshoot. Adam followed behind them but before he turned to you and smiled. You smiled halfheartedly in return and finished settling into your new home. At that point, you had no idea that you would grow to hate your new neighbor. 

It was a buildup of more and more inconveniences like that which caused you to build a slow but strong resentment towards Adam. Things like leaving trash in the middle of the hall, coming home at 3 in the morning and making a bunch of noise, and the smell of cigarettes or weed always lingered in the hall because of him even though you lived in a smoke-free apartment.    

After a few times confronting him about his constant disturbances, he started to seem annoyed. You weren't sure at which point the hate between the two of you started but after living there a few months, anytime you saw Adam or he saw you both your eyes filled with an intense irritation and after a while, it became simply an immense anger. You were unaware that Adam’s hatred for you was not fueled by mere annoyance, but instead by a wall he built around his fear of not being able to have you.

 He was so sure that in your head he was nothing but an inconvenience that he had to convince himself that he didn't care, that he didn't want you to begin with. He pushed away any thought he had about you. It had started becoming increasingly difficult, he noticed, to pretend to hate you back. With every snarky comment that was exchanged between the two of you, he found himself focusing on everything except whatever you were mad about. He thought about the way your nose moved when you huffed angrily at him or the way you moved your hands when you were dumbing down why whatever stupid thing he did was a nuisance for you. 

The more the feud went on the more you found yourself hating things that you would never hate in anyone else and you didn’t know why. You hated the way hair fell on his face, you hated the way his whiny voice insisted that you were always blowing everything out of proportion but there was a part deep down that knew that even though you hated Adam, getting to see him an argue him was the best part of your day. 

There is such a small difference between anger and adoration because they are both just different forms of passion. Maybe you hated each other, it could be that you and Adam were just angry people or maybe you were both passionate people, that the world had bullied into just being angry. It’s possible that in a different life, in a different world, you and Adam could have been loving people. 

You weren't sure when you started hating Adam, and you were even less sure when the subconscious parts of your mind decided that you started loving him. 

You stopped one night outside your apartment building for a smoke when a small cat approached you, you put the cigarette out and reached down to pet it. The cat started meowing and you sat down on the ground next to it.  A shadow came towards you and you immediately recognized the voice, but it wasn’t talking to you, it was talking to the cat. “You should be quieter,” he said as he approached the feline, “this one seems to hate just about any noise or maybe just noise that I make ” he sat next to the cat so that it was between the two of you.

Perhaps it was because you were tired, or maybe that part of you that started to care for Adam had started to overpower the pettier part that “hated him”, but what you were sure of was that you were far too tired to engage in trivial disputes and you were also painfully aware that you were far too excited to see Adam. 

Your lack of reply didn’t go unnoticed by Adam and he paused for a minute confused by your lack of response, and maybe even a little hurt by it, as if your unwillingness to participate served as a rejection. “Hey,” he said softly as he gently placed his hand on your shoulder almost as if he was trying to wake you up. The physical contact caused you to look at him, there was a brief moment where you just looked at him, and neither of you noticed that the stray cat had already run off nor had you noticed that the space between the two of you was fairly small. The entire time you had known Adam you had never been this close physically, you took a few moments more to admire the way his features looked in the dim street lighting. 

“Hey,” you finally replied and you started to stand up off the ground while Adam did the same. “So um, you seem kinda out of it,” he said as you both made your way into the apartment building. You start to realize that what Adam is expressing is a genuine concern, and you begin to think that maybe Adam doesn't really hate you and you don't hate him. “Yeah I’m fine, just tired,” you reply. “That might be my fault,” he said in a sheepish, apologetic tone “I’ve been working night more and I might be a little loud when I come back home but it’s not on purpose honestly” he starts to ramble in a nervous way that you had never seen in him before. “It’s ok,” you say to him. “Are we?”  he says almost in a whisper as looks at you hesitantly for a little after asking. 

You look at him confused for a little before he clarifies “Are we ok? Like are we cool?” You smile at him before saying “I didn't know there was a ‘we’”. He smiles back at you, refreshed that your banter seems to be back, although now with much less animosity. “What if that’s what I wanted?” he said simply but with the veil of friendly banter that he leaned into out of fear of rejection. 

You were a little taken aback by his sudden boldness and so you couldn’t come up with a witty reply or any reply for that matter. “You don’t have to say yes” his voice interrupted the thought running through your mind, “But my friend Scott is in a band, they're having a concert next Friday and maybe” his voice trails off as if too scared to fully ask. “I would love to,” you said suddenly and Adam looked up at you surprised, but excited “Great! So, uh, it’s a date?” he asked. You smile and nod as you walk to the door of your apartment. “Yeah, a date, good night Adam,” you said before disappearing behind the door of your apartment. “Goodnight,” he said in an unusually upbeat tone. Adam took a second before going into his own apartment and silently praised himself for finally winning you over. Neither of you was sure when or why you started hating each other, but what you were both sure of was that you couldn’t wait until the next time you could see each other.

[argisthebulwark]

I see your posts about Miraak getting off on tld saying his mantra but what about him panicking instead cuz no no no not you, you were supposed to be the exception, please please snap out of it

Miraak had been bored for a very long time.

Everything was going a little too well - no one on Solstheim was able to get rid of the All-Maker Stones, the civilians were slowly coming to his aid, his mantra had spread across the island. Of course there were holdouts but that was to be expected. He had been frustrated, bored.

But then you came along.

You washed up on the shores of Raven Rock, a spring in your step and all-too willing to stick your nose where it didn't belong. Through all the annoyance Miraak knew there was a kernel of something he hadn't felt in more years than he could count - he was excited.

Every waking moment was spent watching you, the one he soon learned was Dovahkiin. He heard others refer to you as the Last Dragonborn, had so much time truly passed? He knew that he hadn't aged correctly, that being in Apocrypha had somehow removed him from the flow of natural time, but he'd lost count of how many others had lived and died in his absence.

Soon enough you even invaded his dreams. He blamed the connection your shared Dragon blood allowed for such thoughts but he did nothing to shake them. He saw that dimpled smile and the endearing way you twirled at your hair when you were deep in thought. Miraak itched for more and found ways to insert himself in your life, tired of watching and waiting for you to come to him.

Oh how he relished the hatred in your eyes when he stole that first Soul. He liked the smile he saw from a distance but being so close to you, feeling your presence and seeing that rage screw up on your face was glorious.

No one had dared to go against him in ages.

Miraak kept at it. He craved your anger, yearned for the hatred you flung his way every time he appeared. He could only appear in your plane for a few moments before his strength was sapped but it was more than worth it to see you. That sick sense of glee welled up in his chest when he saw you chuck a sword in his direction, snarling and threatening him. He was thankful for the mask as it hid the smile on a face he feared seeing in the mirror.

Stealing Dragon Souls was fun and gave his power a boost but he found himself itching for more. He dreamed of returning to Nirn and visiting you as more than a shadow of himself. Would you make good on all your threats? Would you tear him to shreds or shove a sword through his chest as you'd claimed during your last few meetings? Something was oddly intriguing about finding someone who could finally stand up to him, who saw through the illusions he'd so carefully curated.

When you found the first Black Book he felt it. He felt you in his realm, somewhere far off and untouchable but he felt you all the same. Mora's maze kept him miles away from wherever you'd ended up but he caught fleeting glimpses of you scurrying through traps and slashing your way through the books.

It was addictive. Even after you left Apocrypha he searched for any trace of you left behind. When he found a footprint in the grimy dust of an often ignored library his heart froze, senses focusing entirely on the proof that you'd been close.

He was frazzled when he watched you cleanse the Wind Stone. Part of him was terrified that you were going after the years of work he'd done while the other was thrilled. You knew where he was and you were strong enough to go up against him. Finally there was someone else with his powers, someone who understood how badly it had fucked him up to be the Dragonborn.

Miraak watched in his mingled state of horror and fascination as you cleansed the next All-Maker Stone. He fell into a deeper sleep than he'd had in years that night, dreams of you taunting him. In some you joined him, dark magic twining you together until he wasn't sure where he ended and you began, powers from Mora and Akatosh himself twisting into one unbeatable force. In others you held a sword to his throat and finally ended his impossibly long existence. He didn't know which scared him more.

"Here do we toil."

Miraak shot up in his bed, brain filled with images of you. Horror dawned on him when he saw you mindlessly stumbling around one of the remaining All-Maker Stones you had left for the next day. He remembered hearing you tell some companion that you were exhausted and needed rest to tackle the next one, exhaustion slowing your steps until you fell into a seat at Raven Rock's tavern. He'd watched you order a drink and laugh at something that sell-sword had said, hating the jealousy ripping through his chest.

"That we might remember, by night we reclaim."

No.

Those words he'd chosen so carefully sounded perverse in your voice. He knew the power your voice held, his apparition had been destroyed by a few of your Shouts. It wasn't supposed to sound that empty.

Miraak wanted to tear the world to shreds to make you stop. His fingers tore through the parchment on his desk with a devastating need to destroy. He would bring the world to its knees just to see the hatred he loved so much in your lifeless eyes.

"Our eyes once were blinded. Now through him do we see."

You were supposed to be stronger than him. You weren't supposed to get sucked in. You were the Last Dragonborn. You were his last hope, the one who was going to save him or kill him. You were destined to be the end of his life one way or the other.

He'd never appeared on Nirn without relying on absorbing a Dragon Soul but he didn't think. Miraak projected the weaker aspect of himself to Solstheim before he could blink, hands ghosting through your shoulders in an attempt to stop you. There was no recognition in your gaze, no simmering anger or threats. There was nothing left.

"Snap out of it." He pleaded, voice echoing from somewhere far away. You shoved through his ghostly form toward the Beast Stone without sparing him a second glance. Panic stole the breath from his lungs and he was gasping, begging you to show him there was still a spark of you in there somewhere. He couldn't feel you anymore.

"And when the world shall listen."

"Please." He reached for your face but there was nothing there, his hands shimmering and unable to touch.

"And when the world shall see."

"I'll do anything." He was desperate, willing to make deals with whatever god was still listening to get you back. "I'll end it all just please come back to me Dragonborn."

"And when the world remembers."

"You were supposed to be stronger than this!"

"That world shall cease to be."

[honey-on-your-tongue]

The Hard Way

Independent one-shot

Miles Quaritch x female reader!

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This one goes out to @touchedflowers I hope you enjoy it love!!!

Summary: You're under Quaritch's command, and he trains you. Except he's not looking to teach you to fight, only looking to teach you to fuck.

Warnings: smut. Degradation. A little bit of fluff. Na'vi in heat. Rough sex. A tad of dacryphilia. Aaaand I think that's about it.

Never, in your entire career, did you ever think you’d end up being under Miles Quaritch. Under his careful training, his tough way of dealing with the rookies, his almost cruel demeanor.

And yet here you are, in the training room that’s been modified to fit Na’vi, to withstand their force. You’re wearing a pair of biker shorts and a sports bra, a pair of boxing gloves in your hands as Miles holds his hands up for you to punch.

But with every blow you land, he is disappointed. “Not strong enough,” he sighs. “Your aim’s off.” He’ll roll his eyes. “If you fight someone like this, you’ll die out there.”

You’re doing your best, his complaints tiring you out until you’re breathing heavy and sweating. Your frustration bubbles under your skin, blood boiling with annoyance and a tad of hatred. You hate training sessions with Miles, hate how fucking cruel he is, how he almost enjoys being mean to you.

And what’s worse, no one’s around to witness. You hate these private sessions.

Eventually, you’ve had enough. You huff in annoyance, lowering your arms and wrestling your gloves off. Miles simply watches you, almost looking amused.

“I’m done,” you snap at him. “I’m fucking done.”

You turn to leave, heading for the exit, when he calls after you, “Don’t get upset at me. It’s not my fault you’re not fucking good enough.”

This stops you in your tracks and you whirl around to glare at him. “I’m not good enough?” you echo, scoffing. “Maybe if you took the time to actually fucking train me instead of just judging me, I’d get somewhere. All you ever do is tell me that I’m not doing it well.”

Miles sneers. “You want me to praise you, is that it?” he mocks.

You roll your eyes. “Go fuck yourself. I’m done.”

You’re not even close to the door when Miles has grabbed you by the wrist and spun you back to him. “Apologize,” he demands, his eyes predatory as they stare down at you, his lips drawn back in a snarl.

You scoff, pushing him away. “No.”

He pushes you back until you’re against the wall and he towers over you, crowding your personal space. “I said, apologize.”

“I’m not going to apologize. I’ve done nothing wrong—”

Miles laughs, the sound sending goosebumps across your skin, and he presses his body against yours. When his hips meet your torso, you’re shocked to find his cock hard as it pokes your stomach, and you look up into Miles’ eyes, uneasy.

“That’s your fault,” Miles announces, his voice growing lower. “You don’t think you owe me an apology for that?”

“I owe you an apology because you’re a perv?” you accuse, but your cheeks are warming, your thighs pressing together.

“You owe me an apology for being the fucking brat you are,” he growls. “It’s because you misbehave and Goddamn, I gotta put you in your place.”

You blink up at him, study the way his eyes are blown over with lust, the way his breathing grows intense, the thick scent that invades you and fills your mind with nothing but him.

And then you get it, and then you realize what’s going on, why he’s aroused over a display of disobedience.

“Miles, are-are you in heat?” you ask, your voice trembling.

He drags his teeth over his lower lip. “About fuckin’ time you noticed,” he tells you. “Fuck, you can be dense, can’t you?”

Your ears fold against your hair. “I-I hadn’t noticed.”

“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. You were oblivious about it. ‘nough talkin’. You gonna lend me your pussy to fuck or not?”

You sigh softly as one of his hands grips onto your hip, gently rolling his hard cock against you.

“Mm,” you whine lowly. “‘m yours to use.”

Miles smirks. “That’s what I like to hear.”

He grips onto your shorts, yanking them with enough strength to rip them from your body before discarding the shredded clothing. His eyes fall to your pussy, his eyes growing lidded.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he groans. “Perfect hole for my cock.” One of his long fingers finds your folds, tracing between them, caressing your entrance as you clench around nothing. He pushes his finger into you, your muscles offering almost no resistance, and he shudders. “Too tight to fuck,” he grumbles.

You shake your head desperately, hands grasping onto his forearms in dire need. “Doesn’t matter,” you whimper. “Fuck me already. Please.”

He snarls as his lust overcomes him, his mind going haywire, seeing little purple dots across his vision. “You’re gonna fuckin’ regret that,” he groans, his hard-on straining against his gray sweats, his precum staining the fabric. He tugs his pants down and kicks them off. You’re not surprised to find he’s gone commando; with the size of his cock, you assume it would be uncomfortable to keep it restrained in a pair of boxers.

Miles hauls you up, holding you from beneath your thighs as he thrusts into you, his cock almost splitting you open. You whimper, hands falling to his shoulders and holding on for dear life. He ruts into you cruelly, filling you to the brim.

Miles grunts into your ear, his hips smashing into yours, his hands bruising your thighs. “So fuckin’ tight,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ knew you’d take my cock like a good whore.”

“Hurts,” you whine, closing your eyes and throwing your head back against the wall. “Daddy, ‘t hurts.”

Miles lets out an amused, shocked sound. “I’m your daddy, sweetheart?” he mocks, laughing. “I knew you were fucking dirty, I just didn’t expect you to be this much of a slut.”

You mewl. “‘m a slut,” you echo, his cock bruising your cervix with so much force, you can’t think anymore. “‘m a slut.”

“Yeah, Daddy’s little slut, aren’t ya?”

“Daddy’s slut! Daddy’s slut!”

Miles grunts and groans, obsessed with how your pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. “Fuck, I need you on all fours. Need to fuck you like the whore you are.” He pulls out of you, pushing you to the ground and flipping you onto your hands and knees.

He kneels behind you and sheathes his cock into you once more, his pace unforgiving, one of his hands gripping the fat of your ass while the other pushes your back down, forcing your chest to the ground.

Your back arches, ass pressing against his groin, and you mewl at the new angle. “Mm! Daddy! ‘S so good! Oh, fuck!”

Miles chuckles. “Yeah, I know. I know you fuckin’ love this cock, hm? Come on it for me, yeah?”

You nod, gasping and whimpering, legs trembling. “Wanna come on your cock, Daddy. Want y’to make me come!”

“I’ll make you come on my cock, sweet. I’ll make you cream all over.”

You beg and mewl, pussy dripping down your thighs and his, dripping onto the mat below. You can feel your orgasm rising within you, softly caressing its way up your back, like placing little, hot pats to your lower back and on the sides of your waist.

“Daddy,” you moan. “Daddy! Daddy!”

“Come for me, slut,” he groans. “Come for me.”

Your body disobeys you and obeys him. You come, orgasm wrecking you, slick coating over the back of your thighs and most of Miles’ hips.

“That’s it, atta girl,” he gasps, feeling your arousal gush around his cock. “So fucking pretty as you come for me.”

He pulls out of you and flips you onto your back. “Wanna see your face while I fill you with my cum,” he grunts, thrusting into you again.

You whine and shake, your pussy too sensitive to withstand the attack. “Please, please,” you mewl. “Fuck, ‘s too much!”

“You said you were my whore, didn’t you?” he demands, slapping the inside of your thigh.

“Yes, ‘m yours! ‘M yours!”

He scoffs. “Prove it, then,” he tells you. He slows his thrusts and reaches over his shoulder for his braid.

Your eyes widen as you study his queue. A little timidly, you reach for yours, holding it out to his.

You watch his eyes, eager and anxious, as the tendrils connect. You feel his pleasure rush through you, your own pleasure intensified. You gasp and throw your head back, hips bucking up against his.

Miles can feel what you feel. He really has been fucking you dumb, he realizes. He continues thrusting, increasing the speed and strength the more he feels you like it.

You’re crying and mewling, tears spilling from your eyes at the unbearable pleasure. “Daddy, please,” you whine. “Please.”

“What do you want?” he questions, one of his hands finding your clit.

“Kiss!” you gasp. “Kiss me! Daddy, please.”

Miles almost freezes at the request. “Kiss?” he echoes, his eyes studying your face.

“Please. Please. Kiss.”

Something inside of him grows soft and warm, his expression softening a little. He leans down, caging your body under his, and he presses his lips to yours.

You exhale, satisfied, and he smiles against your mouth, thrusting into you a little faster. His tongue darts out of his mouth to lick your lips. You open your mouth for him, allowing his tongue to meet yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling your orgasm threatening to burst over you.

Miles can feel it too. “Go on, baby,” he says. “Come again for Daddy, yeah?”

You whine into his mouth and he swallows the sound. Your nails drag against his shoulders, your back arches and presses your chest to his. You’re shaking and trembling, tears decorating your cheeks and staining his lips as he licks them off.

“Fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into you faster, and you finally come. Your body shakes under his and you cry out, “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”

You tighten around him and force him to his own orgasm, allowing him to fill you up, your stuffed pussy dripping his cum and yours to the mat below.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he says, kissing your lips again.

You hum, content, as you reply. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

He chuckles. “You’re all mine.”

[team5ds]

where demons play

Summary: this was not supposed to be her job. her job is to be rescued. that's what all the myths say.

Rating: T

Ships: Link/Zelda

Author’s note: written for @sapphic-september with the prompt of "possessed". based on the echoes of wisdom trailer. contains no references to ANY leaks.

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This wasn't supposed to be her job. This was her brave swordswoman's job. She read the legends back and forth - always the princess was hands off. She stayed in the castle or was trapped or otherwise occupied while the swordswoman of legend battled her way through tests of strength and wit, testing the balance between the Triforce in her as she clawed her way to the princess. Instead, Zelda was the one being tested. Was she a failure of a princess? Was she being punished for something? She didn't know, and she didn't want to think about that. Right now, Link was in danger. Her father was in danger. The entire country was in danger. She needed to have courage in the face of this, and she needed to prove her own balance in the Trifocre. That's what a hero is supposed to - have a balance of courage, power, and wisdom.

She'd cried enough over the fate of the kingdom that was now squarely in her hands. When she was thrown into the dungeon, she recalled the story of how the hero would often be painted as a villain by Ganondorf's forces. She didn't believe it until her own knights had turned against her, accusing her of being the reason why her father was taken. For a moment, she almost believed them.

Now she stood at the end of a long dungeon, having battled her way to the heart of it. She was battered, bruised, and she was near exhausted. When she saw the back of Link, her heart started to race. She was going to be fine. Except... something didn't seem quite right. "Link," she said, unbuckling her cloak. She could finally give it back to her. "I've kept... Link?" She felt unsettled the more steps she took into the chamber. And then Link turned to face her - and the sheer hatred in her eyes nearly knocked Zelda back. Still, she tried to reach her anyway. "Link?"

Link unsheathed her sword, and leaped forward. Instead of connecting with Zelda, her sword connected with a bed that Tri had summoned for her. "Princess, I do not think this is the Link you knew," the fairy advised as Link yanked back the sword. Her stomach lurched as it finally sunk in that Link had been trying to kill her. Her swordswoman of legend had attacked her - and even though she never connected an attack, it felt worse than if she'd actually been stabbed. "I suggest you fight for your life."

Zelda took a step back, shaking her head. "I need to get through to her," she argued, stopping yet another attack. "She has to be in there somewhere. Link, please, listen to me!"

The fight had begun, and what scared Zelda the most was that she didn't know how it was going to end. She couldn't bear the idea of her swordswoman dead in this chamber, and with every echo she threw Link's way, she cut through it like it was a minor annoyance. Link was courageous, relentless, and smart - all of which was now squarely targeted towards her. She could swear she heard Ganondorf's laughter rumbling through the chamber as she played defense, attempting for any sign of Link returning back to her.

[uchihaxitachi]

I came to annoy you with Yazuka Itachi once more <3 (i can't help myself )

Just hear me out, Yazuka Itachi, realising he has a detective on his trail (He practically Owns the city since this man has several nightclubs, hotels, shops, etc.) The thing is, the detective is a woman and immediately catches his attention, he notices she is more intelligent than she shows herself to be and he decides to discuss with her, she quickly catches on and she jails him.

But instead of being mad, he's charmed. HEAR ME OUT but inteligent minded women who have morals are his type. He loves (corrupting them) so, at the Police station this man GASLIGHTS Everyone thought he was just the owner and was innocent except he's being honest with the detective and everyone thinks she is crazy because "clearly" he' innocent and Itachi straight flirts with the detective also giving honest answers and no one believes her. Ever. Here is a convo when he was about to leave:

"You've just gaslighted my colleagues into thinking your innocent but you won't trick me"

Itachi: Gaslighting? No, I am straight-up lying.

Then Proceeds to give her his number.

And always sabotages her plans no matter what. He is always ten steps ahead of everyone with that keen mind of his and he finds it adorable, her little sense of justice that he'll easily crush.

Sweetheart, you’re never an annoyance. I love your takes on Itachi and how your brain brings up the absolute best takes. <33

Also this??? Hello??? I’m absolutely floored by this. It’s so hot 🥵 Yakuza Itachi who finally has someone interesting to play with since the entire world is obviously too boring. When he gives her his number, the look in her eyes is of pure betrayal and hatred. Itachi almost falls in love with it except he wants to play around some more.

“Maybe next time; I presume you will try harder.”

“One time or the other I’d have better proof.”

He chuckles, there is a poised, indignant tone to his laughter as he clicks his tongue, “I look forward to that, beautiful Detective.”

He is definitely losing sleep over this 🤭 he wants her to call him so bad. 😩

[haveihitanerve]

Home

Kaz Brekker stood in his small, cramped attic room, and stared out the window. Fat drops of rain pelted the glass and Kaz lips twitched as he watched a few last minute shoppers rush home through the downpour they were facing. His ungloved hands were clasped in front of him, but they dropped to dangle at his sides instead when he heard the door creak. “Hello Inej.” He said, his voice hardly louder than a whisper. She had wanted him to be aware of his arrival, for while the door had creaked, no other sound was made until she stood at his side, her slender fingers sliding into his. Kaz squeezed them, marveling at her soft hands, and the fact that he could do this. Hold the hand of the woman he loved without freezing up, or shaking, or having violent flashbacks. She had broken his fear/hate/dislike/trauma of touch slowly, recruiting Jesper for help, since the two of them had known him the longest and were closest to him, so their touch was known. It still made Kazs heart twist a little, in fondness and affection, when he thought of how ready the two had been to help him overcome this. The thought that they still cared for him, despite all he had done, despite who he was, and how he had treated them. Albeit there own selfish reasons for wanting to break his hatred of touch. They had gone slow, and Kaz was grateful, though he knew they were both eager. Despite her years at the menagerie, Inej’s love language was touch, and Jesper had grown up in a very affectionate household. But they had always been good about it.

Inej had never touched him except maybe to brush against his side in passing, or a light hand on the shoulder. And Jesper had refrained from hugging him, or slapping him on the back, or ruffling his hair the way he was prone to doing with other Crows. Instead Jesper had always kept his hands to himself, knocking their shoulders together in silent comradery, offering a fist bump in place of a hug. It had never been intended to break his dislike of touch, but now it had turned into it. Inej would slide up behind him and press herself against his back for a second, longer each time, before pulling away again, never staying long enough to suffocate him. She would trace patterns across his chest and shoulders and brows, fingertips trailing lightly across his skin. She would brush their fingers together, maybe hook one or two, but never for too long. Never too much. Jesper increased his shoulder bumping activities, and sometimes would even venture to drape his arm around Kaz’s shoulders for a quick second before pulling away again. When Kaz would sit down, Jesper would sit next to him and grab his legs so they slung over his lap, playing drums on his good knee. As time had worn on, Kaz had found himself enjoying the simple touches, and on occasion he would even miss them, or seek them out. The two Crows had never pushed, and somehow also knew how much Kaz was able to handle without he even knowing himself. Apparently today was a good day, because Inej slid her whole hand inside of his, entwining their fingers together. Kaz let his thumb circle lightly on her knuckles, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “Hello Kaz.” she whispered. “Hello Jesper!” Came the call from the door as it was kicked open and Jesper strolled in. He grinned at them both, joining them at the window and draping an around around Kaz’s shoulders. Kaz rolled his eyes. His room had always been a safe haven, a place he could get away from everyone, but somehow that everyone no longer applied to the Six of Crows. Not that Kaz could say the definition of his room had changed. “Its a beauty aint it?” Jesper asked with a pleased sigh, leaning his head against Kaz’s. “What is?” Kaz asked in mild annoyance, leaning his head away only to knock it back harder. Jesper snorted, rubbing his head before placing it right back where it had started. Kaz grumbled. “Our city.” He pointed at the window. “Ain't she gorgeous?” he breathed in reverent awe. “You got the best view of her Kaz. Thats for sure.” Inej hummed her agreement but Kaz frowned, trying to see the city the way they did. As a place of beauty. And maybe it was the fact that he was holding Inejs hand without his gloves. Or maybe it was the fact that despite his attempted annoyance at Jesper, he was really enjoying the way his arm wrapped around his shoulders. Or maybe it was his throbbing head from knocking too hard into Jespers, but whatever the reason, it was as though Kaz truly was seeing the city through new eyes. “Yes.” he breathed, blinking a few times in surprise. “She really is.”

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Does the brothers John, Ratigan and Sikes hate the same person ?

I think it could be something possible, but quite the isolated case.

Canonly speaking (and from what I elaborated) they're people of starkingly different human's values. All three sharing an extreemly logical and calculating nature, and a dense variegated spectrum of tolerances towards bothersome situations.

Silver gives me the idea of being a "live and let live" kind of person. In the movie he doesn’t let (except in extreme cases) ill-born feelings take control of him so easily. He travelled a lot, fuckedaround and found out; he's fully acknowledged of the many people' ways. Due to that, he goes beyond certain types of skirmishes (he fully knows the difference between disliking someone for a lesser hatred, and a sincere loathing -- for example -- sprouted from an individual's depraved acts), usually avoiding them. However, if a disliked person, becomes an actively hostile element towards him and/or his protégés, he's fully capable to put them in place. Even just verbally. He leaves physical confrontations for serious matters.

Ratigan is a freelancing mean asshole. A bit of a Karen, I'm afraid. And clearly gets touchy for extreemely trivial things. The list of people he hates is endless (but which suspiciously periodically shortens up? Ummm). Quite unlikely, an individual whom Ratigan finds detestable, usually has the righteus qualifications to be hated by -- the ever immensely more thoughtfulls -- Silver and Sykes; the two are much aware of their brother's peskyness, and a lot of times his strifes aren't taken seriously. Ratigan wouldn’t like to, but he's totally conscious of this, and that’s an accurrence that makes him feel betrayed and undesired (but he would never dare to tell this to his brothers because he's that prideful and would choose always the drama instead of a constructive talk). But at the same time, he's aware that his gratuitous brattyness is born from deeper personal discontents (or "emotional constipation" as Dawson said once): so now and then, if Ratigan is in the "right" mood, he tones down his squabbles to a slightly more bearable level. When in the bad...well. He goes full tantrums tornado, resulting -- inevitably -- into a brawl with Sykes the moment Silver isn't at home.

Sykes, in my opinion, would hardly bring himself to actively hate someone. First, because like Silver, I'm certain he finds some emotional dynamics between individuals quite the waste of time; and he's an intensely busy man. Second, because to hate someone, there must be unresolved conflicts. Sykes seems way too straightforward whenever there are things -- or people -- that happen to have unfinisced businneses with him. Resulting in: no person who can be defined "hated" by Sykes, lives long enough to embrace fully that status.

Maybe the only person they would unionize in distaste are those perpetrator-scoundrels of life's little yet big annoyances, like people who skip the checkout line (grr grrr)

[tealmaskmybeloved]

Some headcanons for Toxic Consequences AU that I'm throwing out here:

1. Dokutaro and Okidogi have the strongest bond out of the Loyal 3 since Okidogi was the first one to be helped by Dokutaro. (In fact, Okidogi is considered to almost be a friend to the peach guy)

2. The Loyal 3's hidden abilities were their abilities before they met Dokutaro and got the Toxic Chain.

3. Okidogi's old ability was Guard Dog. It has the Pokémon's attack boost by 1 stage instead of lowered when hit with Intimdate. It also prevents the user from switching out from moves like Roar. I imagined Okidogi to basically not back down or flee from a battle, no matter how strong the opponent is.

4. Munkidori's old ability was Frisk. It lets the user check the opponent's Pokémon held item. Because of that, I like to think Munkidori was some kind of scout or watchman before meeting Dokutaro.

5. Fezandipiti's old ability was Technician. It increases the power of moves that are usually 60 base power or below by 50%. I like to imagine that Fezandipiti would always try boosting its appearance before meeting Dokutaro.

6. While Munkidori and Fezandipiti were unidentified Pokémon before getting the Toxic Chain, Fezandipiti was an Unfezant. (It also explains his undying hatred towards them in my AU)

7. Fezandipiti is trans (ftm) because I say so.

8. Fezandipiti can also captivate and somewhat manipulate people with its pheromones. This isn't as strong as flat out mind control, but it makes for a great backup.

9. Okidogi carries Kieran around sometimes, and also if Kieran needs to reach higher places.

10. Dokutaro chills in Kieran's backpack while he's at school. Drayton always points this out much to Kieran's annoyance.

11. There's multiple of Ogerpon's species, and they're all based on different fruits! (Except peaches)

12. Somewhat related, there's different kinds of Pecharunts! Except they're based on the different status effects (burn, frozen, paralyzed, asleep), and they're all Ghost type!

13. Like Dokutaro, the other Runts can all bind other Pokémon and people to their will, but most of them are friendly and do it as a sign of friendship, not control.

14. Ogerpon didn't know that Dokutaro was the plush at Peachy's. (In my au, she'd only really got a glimpse of Dokutaro and wasn't able to kick his ass)

15. Ogerpon's horns change shape depending on the mask she's wearing.

16. Kieran's favorite snacks are mochi and chocolate. He also enjoys popcorn from time to time (NOT KETTLECORN THAT THING IS AN ABOMINATION TO LIFE ITSELF /j)

17. The Toxic Chains have Dokutaro's poison inside them, and if they were the break, the poison would spill out.

18. Also the Toxic Chains taste sweet but with a disgusting aftertaste. (do not try this at home kids)

Anyways, let me know what you think! Feel free to ask questions etc.

[norwigianbluefairy]

A Court Of Fire and Earth - Chapter Two.

Staring at the amber eyed male standing directly across from her, Aurora could do little but blink in pure shock. Out of all the things he could have asked of her, she never in a million years expected him to ask for anything like this.

"I beg your pardon?"

Shifting slightly on his feet as if her stare made him somewhat uneasy, Eris Vanserra reached to pluck a flower from the bouquet; choosing a golden-yellow daisy, which he twirled between his fingers, studying it for half a heartbeat before his eyes flickered back to hers.

"Come with me to the Gathering."

Placing a hand on the table for support, Aurora let out a soft laugh of disbelief. She had, of course, heard mumbles of the Gathering from the workers and farmers that visited the mansion from time to time with supplies.

All the high lords and human kings, lords, and important people gathered in one place to discuss and update the treaty since the wall fell seven years ago.

Aurora herself had never taken much interest in the politics of the courts or the human lands beyond their borders, nor had she ever been allowed to take part in anything of importance.

"Why would I?"

Amber eyes narrowing ever so slightly at the challenge in her voice, it seemed the male was otherwise completely unfrazzled by her responds except for the small smile that was now slowly curling his lips upwards as he drawled at her like a lazy feline stretching in the morning sun.

"Because I asked nicely?" 

"So you expect me to just pack up my stuff and leave with you, a stranger, just because you asked me nicely?"

"Yes."

His blunt responds made the female clenching her teeth in annoyance, however, she chose not to react. Her instinct was to snap back at him, to return his attitude with her own, but that wouldn't get her anywhere. So instead she let out a annoyed sigh, gently rubbing the spot between her eyes.

"How in the world is me going to this meeting possibly going to serve any of you?"

"Because you are my wife, and..."

Eris paused briefly as Aurora choked on air at the mention of her attachment to the Autumn heir, coughing rather dramaticlly. Pretending he didn't take notice of her reaction, Eris simply continued.

"... and father demands your presence."

Sapphire blue eyes narrowing dangerously to slits of sharded diamonds that twinkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows above the main entrance, Aurora quickly regained her composure.

She did not like the sound of this. Her mouth felt dry, and the warm energy that slithered just beneath her skin began to stir, reacting to the sharp stab of fear that now echoed through the hollow of her bones.

"Your father, or mine? 

The years of hiding her fear came to good use as she did little to hide the pure disgust from her voice; hearing how it practically dripped from her lips like venom, the word father stumbled over her tongue; the concept in itself was completely foreign to her, so she didn't have to fake that part.

Hopefully, the male couldn't scent her fear from where he stood, that would have been really embarrassing.

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There was enough hatred in her voice to make him pause to stare at her for half a second, quickly realizing several things. 

One, she held no affection for her father. 

Two, she wasn't particularly pleased that she had been summoned like a dog. Because that was exactly what Lord Hallewell had done. Even his own father had given the Lord a long glance at the way he had refused to even mention her name, simply referring to her as "the child".

And three, the female was very likely stab him if he attempted to bring her along by brute force.

So deciding that his life was far too precious to him to tempt fate by acting recklessly, Eris suddenly found himself thankful for the table between them as he drawled.

"Both."

Something dark and vicious slithered through those mesmerizing blue eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving him unsure if he actually saw it or simply imagined it.

"So I am to be presented as a pretty ornament to further boost the power and appearance of a court that don't even know my name?"

Eris found himself admiring her feistiness. He had been told enough times that he had an intimidating and intense presence. All his life, even before he'd earned his reputation, people had been wary of him, and as a child, this had irritated him. However, it had become so normal for him through the centuries that her fire felt like a breath of fresh air he didn't know he needed.

He knew that his eyes had shamlessly roamed over her body as she spoke, taking in the female's rather mouthwatering curves and lean yet soft muscles that sleakly wrapped over a delicate bone structure that gave him all kinds of dirty fantasies, before eventually returning their attention to her mouth as they had countless times since he entered the mansion.

He couldn't quite help himself. Plush, carnal, and soft lips that currently pealed back to reveal a perfectly pearly set of teeth, the elongated canines adorning her upper jaw snatched him out of his thoughts, his eyes shooting up to meet hers.

And as she met his stare boldly, it occurred to him that it was very possible that he had found someone who could outstare him.

"Not exactly how they phrased it, but yes that is the general impression I got from the conversation."

Chewing on her lower lip, which was so distracting that Eris almost reached across the table to gently tug the silken flesh free from her teeth, unholyly tempted to sink his own teeth into them as he was sure they would not only feel amazing but taste just as sweet, the male almost sagged in relief as she eventually turned to her maid, mumbling a few things that escaped him, but if the other female's expression was anything to go by, Aurora had come to the same conclusion as he had on the way over here.

Fighting the pull of the higher ranking royals of the Autumn Court was pointless, as they would drag her out by her hair if she didn't agree to go with him today.

He didn't like how well-versed she appeared to be in the brutality of his court, as if she somehow had been exposed to it, but there was little he could do to change that if that had been the case. He could, however, do his best to prevent it from happening again while he was around, which he realized then and there would be quite often, as staying away after this would no longer an option. 

After a few words exchanged with the maid, the female turned back to face him, her tan complexion slightly paler than earlier, the flush in her cheeks gone, replaced by shadows of what lay may ahead.

"I shall accompany you to the Gathering. However, do not get any ideas. I purely agree to this out of self preservation.."

Something in her eyes told him that she understood more than she said. Understood some of the danger not only to her but to him as well if she didn't agree.

Gathering the hem of her skirt in hand, Aurora rounded the table that had worked as a barrier between them up until now, and it was only as she came close enough for him to count the strands of gold falling in warm waves down over her collarbone that he realized how small she actually was in contrast to himself. She barely stood tall enough to reach his shoulders, which, for some unexplainable reason, he found beyond adorable.

Instintively, Eris inhaled deeply as she came near, realizing too late that doing so had been a big mistake. Fuck.

The sweet scent of wildflowers, sweet honey, peaches, and apple blossom slammed into his system and shot straight to his already hard cock. 

It was an effort not to growl in arousal as he went to follow her, those sun- golden curls bounching against the emerald fabric of her dress as she elegantly made her way down the path leading up to the house.

[chocolatespyro]

chikn nuggit spoilers in Lint's speech bubble if you care about that

I absolutely love and adore that trope of a character literally going off about something that only they care enough about to someone else who has no fucking clue what the hell is going on but is in for the ride anyways (usually in annoyance or complete and absolute hatred)

It's so goddamn funny but yeah sometimes I talk a lot about stuff and it's all just horrible word vomit for the next person to try and piece together lmaoooo. fun fact this is a legitimate thought/thing I wanted to write out or tell someone because. I follow chikn nuggit lore now I guess???

I'll put a text version down here at some point today so people can actually read my nightmare-inducing rambling of thoughts anyways

Also the other object guy is also my character lol he's an emu egg

Not gonna put this in main tags except for my art tag bcus this is just so dumb so yeah HJGHHFU

Lint: yeah so like, instead of making bezel open a body-horror esque mouth like with i-scream they should've just made it so that when cofi asks bezel how he eats the fucker just spins the hands on his clock and the music gets slower and distorted as the audience watches the food crumble and rot away from age. And then you look at Cofi and she is literally like "what" as it cuts to her being visibly older like WOULDNT HAVE THAT BEEN SO MUCH MORE SCARY??? BUT ALSO SUPER FUNNY AT THE SAME TIME???? like you have this terrifying god creature and you DON'T do something like that with him??? HUH??? Like. There 2 are on completely different power levels and yet they eat the same? That's so lame. Plus this opens up the opportunity for more questions to be asked and a question as to exactly HOW powerful is this guy. Plus the fact that he doesn't eat normally which is just????????? it would make him seem more interesting and alien and disconnected from the other characters more than he already is plus the implications that he CAN STEAL TIME from anyone in the immediate vicinity. it's less literal body horror but more psychological and existential dread (am I using those words right???) but the horror that he can literally just do this at any time and that he can and has before it's legitimately insane plus the fact that he barely has to even move a finger to do this too. Plus the fact that he's discreetly manipulating chikkn nugget behind the scenes to try and make chikn realize he's a god n stuff I just think it'd fit his motif much better. Because time is so much less of a physical thing and I think bezel represents that. also why are there no bezel "ruler of everything" edits

Emu Egg: dude i have literally no idea what you're talking about

[acoldsovereign]

"Be honest, this new life that you've made with both me and Ren..while you might not have chased it on your own you're incredibly happy that you're not just a wife but a mother too. Under that thick layer of anger and hatred you want something more than just a family but a community."

SUBJECT MATTER: HONESTY HOUR! // sender: @scarlxtleaves // status--always open!

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The accusations came out of left-field, and thus, caught her flat-footed. Her mouth opened and closed. She didn't have the courage to look at him, at the man she once was annoyed by; the man she once wanted to put six feet under for the simple fact that he came after her.

For the crimes an already-deceased future version of her committed.

"--I don't know if the answers you seek truly lie with me, husband." She began grimly. With a frown, she directed her gaze at the ground, at her bare feet. She, rather cutely, wiggled her toes. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt and just that. Things she would've never worn before if she hadn't gotten so comfortable with him. In the beginning, middle and even now--in this part of their relationship--she was moreso into the finer things in life. Luxury, opulence, flexing wealth. She was STILL that woman, but somewhere along the line, something changed. Somehow, she changed.

It felt like a second death to her.

She exhaled through her nostrils and rubbed at her biceps with her thumbs. They moved in small, self-soothing circles. The self-assured, confident, sadistic and egotistical woman he knew was nowhere to be seen. Instead, this quiet, introspective thinker was left. This meaningful woman, this rare creature who never saw the light of day except in fragmented flashes when the death anniversary for Planet Vegeta--or her birthday--came around. "When I first saw you, I thought nothing of it. You were nothing more than a gnat to me, probably less. However, you kept showing up wherever I was, determined to destroy me as if I've done something personal to you. My annoyance and irritation gave way to curiosity."

Her frown deepened into a scowl, and she hid her face within her hands suddenly, as if ashamed of herself. "You . . . became familiar to me the same way my nightmares did. Each time we clashed, I was pulled into the mystery of who you were. This magnetism--or whatever you'd like to call it--was so great, I found myself consumed by you. I needed to know more about you. About the world you came from. The reasons for which you fight. In time, I neglected myself and my needs. The needs of my slaves and my empire just to see where you would show up next. I killed many life forms on Earth, took hostages and destroyed various infrastructures solely to get your attention.

"Sometimes you'd come running and other times, you did not. When you didn't, I was left with an empty hole in my chest. In my stomach. It was similar to the feeling I had when I awoke from my coma on Planet Kokytus. When I realized that I might've been the only Saiyan left in existence. It was a terrible, hideous feeling and I loathed every second of it!" Her legs took her from the door of their bedroom to their shared bed where she isolated herself from him further. She sat on the edge of it. A leg was parallel to the ground, the other foot on the bed, knee in front of her chest. She embraced the joint with both arms and then put her head down atop of it.

"--I hated you. I wanted to continue hating you, but you made that impossible. Your tenacity awakened an old memory of mine. The mentor I told you about . . .?" She closed her tired, exhausted eyes, not sure what to expect following this confession. Insults? Anger? Derision? Him laughing . . .? Of course she knew at this point Trunks wouldn't do any of that. But the cruel thoughts still existed. Her face disappeared behind her hands again. "A child I was, but I was taken with him in the same manner I was with you. I was--" she wanted to say 'immature', but couldn't get it out. Perhaps her pride was in the way? "It couldn't be," she said instead. "It could never be. I didn't try anymore. Not that I . . . made my feelings public or that he would've reciprocated anyhow," she whispered the last part.

Her jaws were clenched tightly and she laid her head on her knee again. Maiz grunted and made a fist out of her hands and beat it against the side of her thigh. She didn't want to talk about this subject anymore. Her energy was gone, her shoulders slumped and her chest was tight. "I wouldn't have done this, no," she finally agreed after a while. If one paid attention, they might have heard the beginning of sniffling. "I wouldn't sleep with anyone who wasn't a Saiyan. Or if they didn't get my attention otherwise." She never thought about what she was into nor did she care before Trunks. She didn't even allow herself to have daydreams or fantasies after the Genocide took place. As a result, she didn't know what she liked. What turned her off. It was why her first couple of times with the time-traveler were always so awkward; why Maiz would be so stiff afterwards. Rigid. Emotionally unavailable.

"Had you not come along, I would not have any parenting skills. Nor would I have had cared to develop them." She explained that she planned to create a new generation of Saiyans at some point using her own blood samples. Her plan wasn't to become a mother, but to leave behind an heir to inherit her kingdom and maintain it after her death. It was supposed to be a last resort if she truly found herself alone in the universe with no suitable male to procreate with. If she found no Saiyan survivors. Everything was selfish; all of her points were and she knew it--but the ability to voice this to another was painful to her--so painful that she had to stop in intervals to hug herself. She couldn't describe why it was, but being open to him in this manner hurt.

Was this a third death . . .?