#finnie writes

[finniestoncrane]

Gotham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 750 i just think this green bean sprout was ready to pop and it was only a matter of time before sniffing someone's hair led to him trying a little bit more with the less than willing object of his desires... 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: non-consensual kissing and touching, forceful eddie, breakdown/crying, manipulation and guilting

Even though your hands were against him, he pressed on. His body was almost leaning against them, in fact. Your wrists bearing his entire weight, a surprising amount of it packed on his long, slender frame. Your feeble attempt at pushing him off of you made no difference to him. His hands were finding their confidence, lowering to your body from their position against the wall on either side of your shoulders. Nervous, shaking palms carressed you as his lips kept moving against your protesting mouth.

Edward had been rejected by Miss ringle, rejected by Doctor Guerra from the morgue, rejected by his colleagues, the officers, by Bullock and Gordon. And he was sick of it.

He wouldn't suffer a rejection again. Especially not by you.

"Please... just... please... I'm asking nicely..."

So he pushed on with the kiss, raising his hands to hold your upper arms as you tried to wriggle away from him, disappointed that he had to take his fingers away from your waist.

"Not again... not... again..."

You weren't going anywhere though, not by choice of course. You were caught between him and the wall, unable to move, unable to escape his grip, his touch. And that was perfect for him. Now he could show you. If you could just persevere you'd see that you liked it. That you liked him, like he liked you.

As though attempting to make a point, a nod, a hint, a clue towards where this was heading, he pushed his hips forward. His cock, stiff and throbbing, rubbed against your upper thigh, making it known to you that this was happening, whether you liked it or not. So you might as well enjoy it.

"Sh, sh sh sh, please... please, just... let me do this, just one win..."

But then he snapped back, seeming to you almost as though he had dropped into the room from the ceiling. For Eward, it was like he ahd suddenly regained control of himself from the darker side that lay just under the surface. He stepped back, letting you take a few deep breaths of recovery as your eyes began to water.

Edward raised his hands to his face, trembling fingers clearing off his steamed up glasses. His fingertips smeared them, but he didn't much care. Instead, he removed them, clutching them tight enough that the leg began to bend. He looked at you, no longer hidden behind the false sense of security that the lenses provided him. You could see tears welling up, his lip pouting out, wobbling as he stepped back bravely towards you with outstretched hands and palms that begged for forgiveness.

"I'm so-"

You flinched. You stepped back. And then you flinched once more, closing your eyes tightly shut as you met the wall once more. In response, Eddie jumped back, almost as scared of himself as you were.

"I'm... I didn't mean... please... please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry."

With a furrowed brow, confused and distraught, you nodded. You were unsure of what to do next anyway, but placating him might get you out of this nightmare situation. You weren't the one who ran to escape, however. That was Edward, who turned quickly on his heel and rushed to the door. As he left, he muttered.

"I have to go. I'm sorry. I'm so very, very sorry."

Even as he disappeared down the corridor towards the bathrooms you could still hear him apologising. His words wracked you with guilt, and then guilt over feeling guilt followed. He had hurt you, forced himself upon you, and then apologised and left as though that were an option. And you let him go.

As Edward entered the bathroom, he took a few sharp, shallow breaths, exhaling hard enough that his chest began to hurt. Looking in the mirror, he uttered one final apology. Perhaps to himself. Because, truthfully, he wasn't all that sorry for what he had done to you. He couldn't be, the evidence was there. The strain of his erection was making it difficult to walk, and when he stumbled into a cubicle to deal with it, he had to force himself to keep a smile off his lips.

With a smirk he couldn't suppress, he let his tongue glide over his lips to see if he could taste you.

He can't have been that sorry, he reasoned. Because he certainly wasn't sorry enough to make sure that it never happened again.

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[somnas-writes]

Thinking about the tragedy that is Ciel and Sebastian’s relationship.

They have a twisted power dynamic. Sebastian’s stronger and is inevitably going to eat Ciels soul. Ciel has the power of the contract and is going to die in the end.

Sebastian is raising someone who refuses to be a child, raising him like cattle for the cultivation. Ciel know this, knows it well but he acts regardless, doesn’t let it deter him.

We, the readers, can tell that they have begun caring for each other. Against their better judgment, they care now. They worry when they get hurt, when things go wrong. But in the end, none of that’s going to matter.

Ciel is going to die at Sebastian’s hands. That’s as clear as day, a fact of life now. They both know.

Will Sebastian feel regret or will it just be another meal. Is Ciel going to be afraid or will it just be another night for him. What will they feel when the end is near?

A Tragedy is an story that is based on human suffering that culminates in catharsis.

Theyre going to be a tragedy.

[ruttama-art]

Kuro Headcannons

Grelle likes to window shop a lot so William often has to drag her away from the shops so they can get work done.

Sebastian absolutely hates Grelle but he secretly enjoys fighting her because of how skilled she is.

o!Ciel really likes nature and would like to have more plants around the manor but he doesn't say anything because he knows they won't survive long because of the disaster trio.

Mey-Rin, Bardroy and Finny all think o!Ciel is adorable and sometimes gush over something he did/said. They fear the day he catches them doing it.

Sebastian sometimes often purposefully tells o!Ciel something last minute just to annoy him.

Grelle sometimes chews on her hair when she's zoning out. William or Ronald stop her from doing it when they notice.

Sebastian prefers baking over cooking.

Pr*ship DNI

[bapydemonprincess]

One. Single. Time. Finny gets sick... At least he seems to be sweating and has a fever and appears to need to stop moving because he keeps getting woozy. So.. he is told he is likely coming DOWN with something.. And promptly tries to keep going.

Only for Sebastian to come swooping in to scoop him up and carry the flailing young man to his bedroom, throw off his clothes, throw him in the tub for a bath, then into PJs, and PUT HIM TO BED, practically SLAPPING an ice pack and a thermometer on him.

The next few hours Mey Rin and Bardroy see Mr. Sebastian treat Finny in a way they've NEVER seen up until now... Constantly checking on him and feeding him, even reading to him..

All because Finny somehow got sick. One. Single. Time.

....Little do they know Sebastian actually USED to treat Finny like this all the time when he'd just got here and it was only him and o!ciel at the manor...

Eventually Mey and Bard even suggest they can help take care of the gardener in the butler's stead but...

This is something Sebastian INSISTS only HE can do.

[annabawritersdream]

Trick or treat! 👻

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

So, this is an excerpt from a gift-fic I've been working on featuring some of my OCs as well as some belonging to @lucifers-legions. This is excerpt is basically a short dialogue between my main OC Elenna "Enna" and her daughter "Finduilas" Finnie. They will both be featured in my WIP The Lady of Ithilien. Enna has already been introduced (she's the main character) and Finnie's turn will come too...eventually.

GLOSSARY (VALARIN)

Valide: Mother.

Gel (pronounced with a hard G), güzel kizim: Come, my beautiful girl.

Bağışlayın Valide: Forgive me/I am sorry, Mother.

“Valide?”

Elenna turned. “Finnie. Gel güzel kizim.”

The young lady curtsied and joined her mother on the balcony as the sun set over Dol Amroth. Elenna looked at her proudly. Finduilas, her sixth child and secondborn daughter, had always been special. Despite her young age, she was calm, poised and wise. She was beautiful, her eyes gray as stars and her hair a few shades darker than that of her father. She had become her mother’s confidante, her safe haven. She was so wise, so smart, so intuitive. She was exactly was Elenna had often been made out to be. Perhaps that was why the former lady of Ithilien had developed such a close relationship with her. Finnie was everything she had in vain tried to be. She was a daughter Elenna could be proud of. The child seemed to know her better than she had ever known herself, she seemed to understand her better than any other.

“You become more beautiful every day.”

“I not nearly as beautiful as you, Valide.”

Elenna smiled. “Nonsense. I am old now. I may have been agreeable once, but long years have passed since then.”

“You are not yet forty and you are of Dúnadan descent which means…”

“I am an old woman.”

“I have seen your wedding portrait. You have barely changed.” She paused. “I even daresay you have not changed at all, Mother.”

“You know how I dislike unnecessary flattery.”

“Mother…”

“I am nothing but a mere mortal. A woman whose womb will soon no longer be able to produce children.”

“Mamma.”

Elenna rested her elbows on the balcony. “There was a time when I thought…when I hoped...”

She let out a sigh. “I hoped I would be more than just a wife to your father. It appears I was wrong and blinded by juvenile delusions.”

“What are you talking about, Mother?”

“You are still so very young, my child. I do not expect you to understand just yet.”

“You might as well explain it to me. Try me.”

Elenna smiled and caressed her cheek. “Though I never admitted it, I hoped that I would one day be I regarded as a brave lady. I hoped my future husband would fall in love with my intellect, not just with my potential as a broodmare.”

“What are you saying, Mother?”

“I doubt your Father ever reciprocated my feelings,” Elenna retorted with a scoff. “Whatever faint attraction he might have felt early in our marriage has undoubtedly fizzled out. We are bound before the One, which is why, I suppose, he still fulfills his obligations to me as a lawful husband, yet I am no longer as naïve as I once was. I am grateful for the early years of happiness we were given and I will cherish them until it is time for me to join my deceased loved ones beyond the Circles of the World. I bore your father children and they were entrusted to me. I should have cared for them, I should have looked after them. I should have protected them as it was expected of me.”

“Sometimes I wish you could hear your words from the perspective of those to whom you speak. I think you would then quickly realize how baseless some of your claims are. You are not old and Father loves you. You only feel worthless because you hold onto a warped perception of reality. You are so stubborn you have consciously molded your surroundings according to your personal vision of things, which can be—and often is—painfully inaccurate.”

“How do you know your father loves me? Are you certain of it?”

“Even the blind and the deaf would agree with me.”

“He sees other women from time to time, I am sure he does. He probably has a harem somewhere, he has a place where he keeps his women. He is of course entitled to take as many mistresses as it pleases him and if I was married to someone else, it would not bother me in the slightest. Yet the thought of your father lying with another…”

She gulped. “It is soul-crushing and it should not be so.”

“You love him, Mother. You truly love him.”

Finnie glanced at her. “I do not know what a…harem is, but I highly doubt Father has one.”

“Ask Selim the next time you visit your uncle Elboron. I do not wish to speak of it.”

“Is it a tradition of the Haradrim? A festival perhaps?”

“I will not speak of it.”

“It must be something having to do with women, otherwise you would not be so upset about it.”

“Finduilas.”

“Is it a place? A secret room in the back of a house where girls and women are kept captive?”

“That is enough, child.”

“I am only trying to understand, Mamma.”

“You are being uncouth and inconsiderate, which is very much unlike you.”

“Bağışlayın, Valide,” the young girl quipped with a most elegant low curtsey. “I hope you are aware that I did not mean to be disrespectful. I only wished to…”

Her voice trailed off and she gulped as she swept her hair to the side. She staggered and lost her footing, Elenna promptly holding her. “Finnie?”

“I just felt dizzy for a moment. I’m fine now. There is no need to worry. It has been happening quite a lot recently, but it usually lasts mere seconds.”

“What do you mean? Does anyone know? Have you told the healers? Is your father aware of it?”

The little girl shook her head. “You very well know how apprehensive Father gets over menial things. He’s busy and I do not wish to keep him from his duties as urgent matters require his full attention.”

“If you do not wish to bother him, then please have me call for a physician. I would be much more comfortable knowing what is going on.”

“I do not need a physician, Mother. I am fine. Occasional headaches and fainting spells are hardly something to fret over.”

“You said it has been happening frequently.”

“I may have exaggerated. As you saw, it is not that bad. It is the nightmares I am concerned of.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, those cannot be treated.”

“Nightmares?”

“They are horrible and getting worse. I am scared, Mamma.”

Elenna wrapped a hand around her shoulder and kissed her hair. “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as your father is around.”

“He is not here now. And even when he was with us, bad things happened regardless. Boromir died, Elarion died, Ellie, Aearwen…Tilly…”

Elenna flinched and glared at her daughter. How could she spew out the names of her dead siblings so casually? She had only had a moment of heartfelt hesitation at the mention of her dearest sister. Eglantine. Tilly. The only one among her children Elenna had not birthed and, ironically, the most beloved. Her ray of sunshine, the daughter she had been proud of. She and Finnie had immediately bonded and this bond had brought Elenna to favor the latter above all of her biological children except for Mírion. Mírion would always come first. He was living proof that she had not utterly failed her husband; he was proof that she was indeed capable of producing healthy, strong sons. He embodied her best qualities, which were enhanced by his Maiarin blood. He was his father’s heir, the golden child, an expert soldier, a commander of Maiar. The only individual in all of Arda who had never failed her and never would. Perfection was not contemplated within Ëa, but she was firmly convinced Mírion was the closest thing to it since the Breaking of the World. The horror she had felt seconds earlier had suddenly been replaced by elation and giddiness. Mírion; her beloved, precious boy. She could not be parted from him. She needed him, she needed to be with him. Anárion was in her thoughts as well and she would have moved mountains to protect him, but the fondness she had for her husband’s trueborn son was hardly comparable to that which she felt for him and Anárion knew it. He had graciously accepted a situation which—he was well aware of it—could not be avoided.

A new snippet for you to hopefully enjoy @saurongorthaur9, @emmanuellececchi & @evenstaredits

& thank you again @transgender-daemon-faerie for the ask!

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

Phantomhive Manor Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you don’t see here, might be here or I don’t write for. I only write for o!Ciel. I don’t write smut for Ciel or Finny.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

—-///—-

Ciel Phantomhive

To Be Continued…

Vincent Phantomhive

Master’s Whore 🌚🌷💄

Sebastian Michaelis

To Be Continued…

Mey-Rin

To Be Continued…

Finnian

To Be Continued…

Baldroy

To Be Continued…

Snake

Blindfolding The Snake 🦋🌚☘️

[fruity-cryptid]

I had an vision people and I need you to hear me out

Annie wants to bond with Abed more since she’s moved in with him and Troy but she has like no clue how to right right, eventually she sees Abed watching a spy movie or something where the main character puts on makeup and dresses up for a party they’re going to. Annie would casually bring up about how that look would be really fun to re create, and Abed suddenly to Annie’s shock goes “ You could try it on me, I wouldn’t mind.” This leads to them bonding while Annie does makeup on Abed based on movie looks.

Is this just an excuse for me to draw Abed in makeup..? Maybe…

[kittykittyanon]

If we were irl friends headcanon >:D

EVERY night is karaoke night. You, me, @ziipzeepzop-eez, @skrapa-doodlzz, and @nuncscioquidsitamor-13 just belting our hearts to whatever songs we can think of (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

There was at least one where we ended up performing an entire musical by mistake-

SLAMMING MY HANDS ONTO A CONVENIENT WOODEN TABLE NEARBY. YES. ABSOLUTELY. THIS; THIS IS IT RIGHT THERE. FINLEY, YOU ARE BRILLIANT AS ALWAYS!!! GOOD SHOW GOOD SHOW *EXTREMELY LOUD APPLAUSE AND CHEERING* 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯💯💯

pillow forts,, a drawer full of snacks, and a laptop open with the lyrics on the side is the norm when we're all together!!

we'd definitely have a mega playlist of all the songs we like that we add to on the regular,, and then when it's time to sing?? it gets BLASTED.

i'm a very giggly person so i know damn well i'd be laughing the whole time,, if anyone makes the slightest joke or pun i'd burst out laughing. the room would be filled with laughter almost 24/7 from all of us because of course it would be (*´▽`*)

the vibiest vibes ever. we'd have the kind of hangouts where we expect it to last for an hour or two and it ends up lasting overnight 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。/lh /pos

we'd probably expect karaoke night to be a one time thing every now and then,, but it would rapidly spiral into EVERY night;; we'd have to get the sound-proofy thingies you stick to the wall so we don't get noise complaints from the constant singing (つω`｡)

i feel like it would get normalized to the point the people outside think something's wrong when they don't hear loud noises from wherever we're hanging out LMAO

das all for now :DD i don't have many ideas but we'd be the funnest friendgroup ever!!! we'd probably do the thing where we turn off the lights and wave our phone flashlights around like it's a concert while someone is singing :333

[daybreak-mun]

Alex normally just says that he's just "the one guy that likes looking into magic stuff". (He normally only wears the Universal Translator when he's about to go exploring for a while.)

He hopes to one day find a way to remove the cursed bracelet. Far as he knows, it doesn't do anything, he just can't remove it. (He just doesn't like the idea of admitting he fell for a very obviously cursed object back in his early exploring days.)

He's pretty chill, and down for revealing anything he can find about magical objects, cursed or no. (He will ramble for at least ten minutes.)

I actually had the pansexual flag in mind when I did his colors, though admittedly I couldn't find a lot of good places to put blue in the palette outside of his outfit and main body without it seeming jarring to me.

+Quick doodle of Alex hanging out with Min (@finni-winter) (because this is her fault /lh)

What're they talking about? Who knows. Alex is mainly just happy to have a new friend.

[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

[originalwinnercheesecake]

Hearing about the Hunger games continuation and thinking about all the Story continuations/prologues I wish we could get for The Underland Chronicles

Gregor's dad

I want To know what Gregor's dad (Who I want a name for... Steve, Lee, Heidi... What is his name? ) first trip to the underland was like. How was he found and brought to Regalia? We know he met Vikus and Luxa's Parents, SO what did he think of them? The Books say he stayed in Regila for two weeks (During which time he was very worried about his pregnant wife, children, and mother) and that he took a BB gun from the Museum. So I am guessing he knew about the war with the rats, but his family was in hell and he felt he had to get back soon. What happened during his capture.

I don't really want to know about his torturous time with the rats, but I would like some on how he was able to keep both hope and his humanity, the interesting relationship he is hinted to have had with Ripred in book 3 (He says Ripred used to feed him sometimes. He also was not scared of Ripred, Even though he was a rat and was "pretending" to attack his son). And lastly I want to know what coming home felt like for him and why, unlike his wife, the experiences did not make him fear or hate the underland.

Ripred

Speeking of Ripred I want All of his backstory, being a pup and growing up with his litter mates. Going into battle and finding out he is a Rager. How this made him famous all around the Underland, but also made him hated by enemies, and feared by allies, unless they needed him. What was going on when He tried to "Take over the fount with an army of Lobsters"? Seriously the Rat's don't even want The Fount. It is surrounded by rapids and sea monsters! What did was your interest Buddy?

Also I want to see his Mate, their family, and how their loss first broke him then made him change his stance on the war. Him building his relationship with the human side. Going up to the Overland to visit Libraries. His view of his relationships with Gregor and Lizzie and how it feels to him to being taking care of kids again after so long.

Hamnet

Up Next is Hamnet. Solovet and Vikus son, the beloved twin brother to the wife of the King/Queen, Brother in Law to the King (recently reread has me thinking they had more of a business relationship than a familiar one), the Regalian Army's most skilled soldier, and for a long time he was Solovet's heir to becoming captain of the Army, because everyone thought he was just like his mother. This is what everyone thought, but they thought wrong. Unlike Solovet Hamnet felt guilt. Guilt that drove him to speak against his mother in a war meeting to which she locked him in the dungeon for a month. When he was finally let out he went back to being obedient to her and buried his grief down, let it eat away at him, until one last horrible act (As a solider) destroyed him.

But give me Hamnet's complete story. Show him being a ruthless soldier and a fearsome killer on the field of battle, then coming home to be a loyal son, good friend, loving brother, and doting Uncle; becasue that is how many soldiers have to be. Show me him not being Okay but doing his best to hide that because that is all he could do. Then show me when everything went to far, and when he decided to leave Regalia, everything he knew and loved and run to a place that he and all his allies feared, for good reasons. Show me him missing his former friends and family. But also show me him meeting Frill and her deciding to take a chance and help him, him also taking chance and letting her (The books generally imply he wanted to leave his old life but did not expect to make anew one). Give me him learning about life in the jungle. How the animals there do not attack each other and instead employ a method of survival where first you hide, then you try to give a warning, then run. fight last. Show me him finding an overland women lost in the jungle and helping her. With the pair eventually forming a relationship and going on to have a child. Why did she never return to the Overland? Hamnet is a good father to Hazard, but you cannot tell me that he wasn't terrified during the entire pregnancy. Anything about Hamnet has to end where he ended. Having to once again fight in a pointless battle on behalf of Reglia, that the city once again brought on itself and got nothing out of. Our tragic beauty

Ares

Speaking again of Tragic Beauties I want Ares to. What kind of Stuff did he get up to to earn the reputation of a reckless, rule breaking, ...thrill seeker?...strength tester? To where he bonded with Henry to be able to get away with more. What were things like in the time HE and Henry were together. I don't think it was all bad. The Books clearly state that what hurt Luxa, Ares, Aurora, Nerissa the most was that they had loved Henry and could remember good things about him. Things that no longer felt the same after he betrayed them, and things they struggled with only becoming memories in the wake of his death. But the also show me his side of his and Gregor's bond, of him coming to love Gregor like he once loved Henry, and how their friendship helped him move on from the Trauma Henry put him through.

Nerrisa

This last one will never happen because its not really Susanna Collins style, but since none of this will happen, I want more Nerissa. What is it like for her loving her family and people so much, but knowing with her frailty and the Kingdom consistently being on the brink of war she cannot protect them. Show me what her visions are like for her. Note whatever we learned about Sandwhich I do believe Nerissa is an actual visionary. Her Visions of a bad and mysterious fate happening to Henry, Hamnet living for 10 years and building a diverse family, and Gregor being secretly being hidden away in the dungeon by Solovet...all came through.

Knowing that I have another question: Did she know suspect that Sandwhich was a fraud? Nerissa spends more time in the Prophecy room, analysis them than any other character. Many of the "misunderstood translations" are later "explained" by Nerissa. She got Gregor and the other questors off death row by replacing Boots with the Bane as the aforementioned "Baby" in the prohpecy and telling everyone: "they actually did complete the prophecy, you are are safe from the imaginary threats Sandwhich illueded to. Let them go and let's get back what's actually going wrong." When Greogor sobs about not understanding what the point of the journey to the jungle was (It had no point) and how him fulfilling the prophecy did not make everything better, Nerissa twist the prophecy to being about a war for the cure and reminds Gregor that because of what they discovered in the Jungle the council was forced to give the Gnawers the cure instead. Lastly she loves the one Prophecy that suggest hope for peace, even though its title is the only suggestion of it. On the day of the surrender she knowing her cousin will want to make the wrong choice about how to end this. So when she see's Ripred marked himself with an X (If Gregor and Luxa knew he did it himself there was no way Nerissa did not, she was always smarter than the pair of then) she decided to lend him a hand in getting everyone to believe he is the peacemaker, and they need to have peace. I really love the theory that Nerissa had realized what Sandwhich and the prophecies were and spent the books studying them, so she could try and mitigate the damages they caused.

[novashelby]

The Balls in Our Courts-Chapter 11

Pairing: TommyxOCxFinn

Summary: "You see, Amelia," Tommy Shelby said, leaning on his desk, cigarette between his index and thumb. "I own everything under this roof...including you. I always have and always will." Amelia swallowed, her fists clenching in anger. "You made money off of me for years and you've given me nothing!" "I've given you everything you deserved, Amelia." At 15, Amelia Clarke officially exhausted her parents attempts at creating a perfect daughter, and so they shipped her off to England in hopes an old business partner could whip her into shape. Where others saw a nuisance, Tommy saw an opportunity to add to his growing assets. Bad at manners, but exceptional at tennis, Amelia became one of Tommy Shelby's biggest financial gains, and he would do anything to protect it.

Warnings: Age gap, Dub-con, Non-Con, abuse, drug use, fandom typical attitudes and violence, time period attitudes and violence.

Wattpad

Ao3

[stitched-mouth]

The Black Phone Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you don’t see here, are characters I don’t write for. I don’t write smut for any minor characters.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Albert Shaw/ The Grabber

To Be Continued…

Finny Shaw

To Be Continued…

Robin Arellano

He’s Mr Steal Your Girl 🦋💄

Being Robin Arellano’s Girlfriend Would Include 🦋✨💄

Giving Robin Arellano Kisses Includes… 🦋☘️✨

Vance Hopper

To Be Continued…

[grelleswife]

Just thouht of a Finny and Sebastian related thing, imagine Finny after learning a good enough amount of English and staying a few months at the manor makes the connection.. "Wait I'm a KID.. Sebastian is an ADULT.. taking care of ME and Young Master and.... " he tries calling Sebastian Father or Papa and stuff

The first time Finnian calls him “Father,” Sebastian is in the middle of scolding the gardener for his overzealous attempts at weeding the vegetable patch and the ensuing catastrophic loss of that season’s carrots.

“I’m sorry, Father,” the boy sniffles, gazing up at him with wide, plaintive eyes. “I promise I’ll do better next time!”

Thoroughly nonplussed, the demon is momentarily left at a loss for words.

“What did you just call me?” he sputters when the worst of the shock has worn off.

“Well, you look after young master and me, and teach us all sorts of useful things, and tuck us into bed before we go to sleep at night!” chirps Finny. “Like the papas in the storybooks I’m learning how to read! So that makes you our father!”

“It most certainly does not, Finnian!” snaps the butler (perhaps with a bit more heat than the innocent accusation warrants). “In the young master’s case, it would be the height of impertinence for me to assume such a role, and, in yours, I am merely instructing a junior servant in his duties…as befits one hell of a butler.”

He, Sebastian Michaelis, devourer of souls, to whom a century is as a droplet of water dissolving into the sea—a parent?! The notion is absurd.

It happens again over a year later, when an undercover mission requires the butler and gardener to infiltrate a treasonous organization disguised as a grieving widower (his wife tragically lost due to the corruption which festers beneath the Crown’s jewels and ermine) and his adolescent son.

“That’s a fine lad you’ve got there,” a garrulous anarchist smiles as he shakes Sebastian’s hand. “You must be so proud.”

“I am indeed,” the demon replies, his usual suaveness underscored with sincerity.

(Finnian beams, and the chill that enshrouds his wicked heart begins to thaw, like barren earth anticipating the arrival of spring).

“We killed looooots of young master’s enemies, Father! Did I do a good job?” sings the gardener while they exit the premises, now liberally splattered with blood.

Sebastian doesn’t bother correcting him, even though their targets’ demise has rendered this paternal ruse completely unnecessary.

“You did indeed, Finnian.”

Sebastian’s fingers clamp like iron manacles around the assailant’s throat, crushing his windpipe, pulverizing flesh and bone. The man’s body goes limp, and his gun—which, mere seconds before, was about to fire on the gardener at point blank range—falls uselessly to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk.

The demon’s eyes blaze red, and shadows writhe around his menacing silhouette.

“No one hurts my boy,” he growls, the words rising from deep within his chest. “No. One.”

He contemptuously flings the corpse aside before turning to the blond youth.

“Are you all right?”

“Y-yes…” he answers shakily.

Then, the boy’s form slams into Sebastian’s with enough force to break an ordinary human’s ribcage—but the Phantomhive butler is no mere mortal. So he quietly accepts Finny’s embrace, arms tenderly enfolding him to return the hug.

“I’m sorry, Father…I shouldn’t have let him get that close, I know better…I—I got distracted for a second, and the next thing—“

Sebastian Michaelis does not scold, nor does he refute the title which this child has bestowed upon him.

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for, Finny. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”

He holds the boy close, flooded with relief and gratitude and another sentiment that, though not quite ready to name, he can no longer deny.

“Let’s go home.”

[bapydemonprincess]

One Bad Day

There are days when things go especially very wrong. A recipe does not work out no matter how perfectly Sebastian follows directions. The other servants all completely destroy or ruin something, or misremember orders, or panic and start wailing.

Sometimes the demon wishes he could express so much exhaustion as they do.

All he can do is take a few minutes to calm himself with his favorite cat.

It seems to work in most cases.

...

But there are some cases when She is not there.

Nor any other cats.

Sebastian tries to wait. And waits. And waits..

For he really really wants to see Her. Or.. any cat.

And when he finally knows he's waited too long and needs to return to work, an almost frustratingly human noise leaves the butler.

He stands and dusts himself off.

He breathes and tries to center himself.

He must carry on even without his daily moment of reprieve.

He must.

An exhausting few hours later the butler cannot be found.

All the servants are trying to manage the already scrapped day without him...

But even worse now the Young Master knows something is afoot, and has come out of his study to march about demanding and yelling and griping about everything.

Especially his missing butler!!

But the butler never pops out of anywhere..

All the servants can't find him anywhere...

And the Young Master is even more cranky.

As he is escorted by Tanaka instead to his quarters for the evening.

But in the even later hours, the boy sits up in bed.

He stares around his dark bedroom.

No light except the purple glow of the contract in his right eye.

And he calls out quietly, carefully, not raising his voice at all:

"...If you are anywhere at all still at this manor, demon.... please come back."

He listens to everything. Which is.. almost nothing except the very distant sounds of cricket chirps outside.

And the boy sighs.

"Did you have a bad day yourself for once? I imagine that must be the case..."

"...It's not frowned upon to have a bad day... you know... Sebastian."

"Maybe you've never had one this bad before, but it's not going to mean the end of everything.."

"And we carry on... all of us.. And.. Things will get better, whatever the circumstances... "

He sighed again.

He was feeling that frustration well up. But.. he was tired as well.

And a bit scared.

"I hope tomorrow will be.. better for us, Sebastian. You.. especially."

And he tried to curl up again, though he still kept his eyes open, looking out into the dark.

Until he fell asleep, finally, too exhausted to try keeping eyes open and waiting.

And even then he'd never would have seen the demon reform himself.

For he did it outside the bedroom; to keep up appearances of a butler being cordial.

And merely bowed to the closed bedroom door of his master deeply.

And whispered.

"Thank you, my young lord."

Before going off to clean up some messes and prepare for tomorrow.