#flamingo pat

[viceandmature]

Divine and Ursula being Queens

[respectthepetty]

Flamingos represent romance, life balance, and potential.

They also symbolize a swinger lifestyle. I'll see myself out.

[krispyweiss]

Train Co-founder Charlie Colin Dies at 58

Charlie Colin, the bassist who co-founded Train and played on the band’s first three albums, has died at 58.

Colin died after falling in the shower while housesitting for friends in Belgium, TMZ reported. The date of his death is unclear.

Train vocalist Pat Monahan remembered his former bandmate as “the sweetest guy” who was instrumental in the group’s early success.

“His unique bass playing a beautiful guitar work helped get folks to notice us in (San Francisco) and beyond,” Monahan said of Colin. “I’ll always have a warm place for him in my heart. I always tried to pull him closer, but he had a vision of his own.”

Colin departed Train in 2003 after it scored such hits as “Drops of Jupiter,” “Meet Virginia” and “Hey, Soul Sister.” He later played with Flamingo Twin, the Side Deal and Painbirds.

“He is/was a beautiful human and amazingly kind person,” Painbirds said of Colin. “He loved in a way that not everyone can. … His many friends in this world must feel a deep loss, also. Charlie, we love you. We love you.”

5/22/24

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ;; 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ twitter's sole purpose is for you to thirst over your wife, the beach is a good place to spend time with your kids, and ogle at your wife in a bathing suit, but not a great a place to have sex. (lesson learnt).

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, hard stuff: beach sex, doggy style, cunnilingus, daddy kink, SO MUCH thirsting

word count ★ 4.0k (get fed gremlins)

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*****

In tandem with Tony Stark’s spontaneity, Steve Rogers’ unending enthusiasm, and the fact that you privately owned close to twenty beach resorts in New York alone, the lot of you and your other friends had a beach outing planned for that Sunday.

After the astronomically long time it took to get your kids dressed, beach toys packed, picnic dinner prepared, and everything loaded into the car, five happy L/N-Romanoffs finally kickstart their journey to the Westview Surfers’ Beach.

“SAND!” Emilia roars maniacally, once the five of you step foot onto the sandy shore. She’s gone like the ocean breeze, sprinting into the distance, grains of sand flying everywhere.

“Sea! Sea! Sea!” Emilio is equally as excited, already by the tide of the brilliantly blue ocean, following its ebb and flow with scampering feet and delighted cries. 

“Careful, Emilio!” Marina says, holding his hand, preventing her over excited brother from falling over. You can see the way she laughs along, kicking up water with her slippers.

Behind your eager children, you swing you and Natasha’s interlocked hands as you casually stroll along the beach, giving her a sweet smile. 

The sand that crunched beneath your feet was earthen and dry, such a gentle hue of gold, almost as grounding as the bright smile your wife returned.

“You look heavenly,” you murmur, bringing up the underside of your wife’s palm to press a gentle kiss to it. She flushes prettily, the sundress she’s adorning doing wonders to her skin tone and curves.

Natasha returns the softness, pressing into your side as you wrap a firm arm around her waist, hand cupping the curve of her motherly hips.

“Oy, lovebirds!”

At the sound of a distinctly familiar voice, you and Natasha spin around with bemused looks. From a distance, you can see Tony with a flamingo floatie around his hips, waving comically.

Next to him, the regular gang is sprawled across three separate picnic mats, conveniently hidden from the sun under several large beach umbrellas. 

Pepper is fixing up Tony’s floatie, to which Carol and Valkyrie snicker at from afar. Thor is asleep on the mats, taking up more than half the area. Laura is busy reading, with Clint probably gone to find seashells for the sandcastle Bucky and Steve are constructing. The kids make a long human chain from the shore to the sandcastle, scooping up buckets of water to make a trench.

“Aunty Y/N! Aunty Nat!” Nathaniel squeals, dropping his bucket, running over and leaping into your arms.

“What’s up, you little rascal?” you ask, laughing as the youngest Barton giggles. Natasha ruffles his head, waving at Lila. 

Morgan, being the same age as Emilia and Emilio, is already chatting excitedly with them and kicking up a loud racket. Marina joins Cooper in attaining bucketfuls of seawater.

“What’s up, my favourite lesbians?” Tony calls out to you and Natasha with outstretched arms, comically ignorant to the death-glare Valkyrie shoots him. 

Natasha rolls her eyes in faux annoyance, strolling past him and brightening up animatedly to chat with the ladies. You pat Tony’s back sympathetically. 

Your attention flits to an impressively large sandcastle with a sculpture of a mermaid on top, hand-crafted by Steve and Bucky. Leaning closer to Tony, you whisper, “Why does the mermaid kinda look like you?”

Leaving him to splutter at his intentionally uncanny resemblance to the mermaid, with a seashell bra and an elegant tail, you look up to see Clint coming back with his arms full of seashells. 

“Hi, Y/N!” He greets distractedly. In the midst of his frantic haste, Clint’s foot gets caught on a stray rock —

And the rest is a scene out of a comedy movie. 

The seashells go flying out of his arms, scattering onto the picnic mat and spraying sand everywhere, Clint loses his balance and flies forward, outstretched arms knock into the sandcastle, and everyone watches in horror as Steve and Bucky’s great unfinished symphony comes crumbling down, leaving only the head of Tony’s mermaid untouched.

A quiet hush falls. 

Bucky and Steve’s faces are morphed into disbelief and heartbreak, and Clint trembles in fear with sand in his mouth. Tony shudders at his beheaded mermaid, the ladies have their hands over their mouths, and Natasha fights battles in order not to burst out laughing. Thor sleeps unperturbed, and even the kids' racket has died down.

“Well,” you announce, breaking the stunned silence. “Who wants to go surfing?”

*****

As Natasha lazes in a beach chair, away from the gory scene of Steve and Bucky dunking Clint in the seawater, she watches you with a budding fire in her belly. 

Standing on the sand so casually, you have your hefty surfboard tucked under one arm, and Emilio in your other. You’re speaking to him with a roguish grin, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, tinted sunglasses pushed up to muss up your perfectly tousled hair. 

“You ready to ride the waves, bub?” 

“Yeah! I’m ready!”

Your wife swallows, thinking she was ready to ride something else.

Natasha crosses her legs unsubtly. It was honestly unfair, how indifferently attractive you were, like it was a state of being instead of a practised art. 

Perhaps it was her love for you and the longevity of your marriage that warped her perception of sexiness, but when you were casually strolling on the beach with that chiselled abdomen on display, who was she to be blamed?

“Y/N!” Natasha calls, sitting up slightly. There’s a devious little idea blooming in the back of her mind, and she feels like taking the bait, just for today.

You look up at your wife’s beckoning, and smile widely at her. Setting Emilio down gingerly and calling him a “little rascal”, you jog over to Natasha easily. 

When you flick your hair back, it glints in the sunlight, and so does the sheen of sweat under your sports bra, defining the cutting edges of your abdomen. Natasha has the criminal urge to rip off your swimming trunks there and then.

Despite your obliviousness, Natasha is more than well-aware of the stares you’re getting from young women and married women alike, momentarily disregarding their boyfriends and husbands to gawk at you.

“Damn, look at that fine specimen!”

“Ryan, why don’t you work out more?”

“There goes my heterosexuality.”

You get feasted upon hungry eyes like a slab of beef, likened to your beefiness, but it only makes Natasha’s possessiveness skyrocket.

“Hey, honey,” you say, settling on a low and inviting tone that has your wife blushing. You crouch down next to her beach chair, holding her hand in a sweet gesture. “What’s up?” 

You’re close to her, so close, and she can feel the heat radiating off you, and your distinct scent, and the overwhelming senses of want and need are washing over Natasha like those tidal waves in the ocean.

But well, Natasha knew more than a few ways to rile you up too.

“I think I want to go surfing too,” she lies through her teeth, having no inclination to partake in the sport. Natasha fakes a pout all too well, knowing it’s one of your many weaknesses. “But the sun’s really hot out there, so I need some help with the sunscreen.” 

It wasn’t like she’d have needed it, anyway. Just like that and you’re sold, ever the gentleman and the golden retriever, digging for the sunscreen in the duffel bag.

“Of course, honey,” you reply readily. “Is it the Banana Boat sunscreen, or is that the kids’ one? Oh wait, we have the SPF 50 one, I think that’s—”

Words trail off comically when you look back up at Natasha, gradually dying down completely.

Your wife has conveniently slid off her outer layer of a sheer white blouse, leaving her in just a matching two-piece set of an azure bathing suit. The top piece is held together with thin pieces of string, accentuating her chest in a tight cradle. The lack of coverage shows off the dip of her hips and her soft curves.

Coherent thoughts in your mindwires get severed as Natasha plays with the string on her bottom piece, nearly flashing you as the material slides down ever so slightly. Your throat dries up as her fingers trail a path over her tummy and cleavage. She plays with another bundle of string that keeps her chest barely covered, and the irresistible urge rises within you to undo it.

“My eyes are up here, y’know,” Natasha murmurs, laying on her side and looking at you through lowered lashes.

“I know where they are,” you answer hoarsely, gaze still fixated on your wife’s enticing cleavage.

The sheer amount of bare skin that Natasha is showing off has your remaining fragments of sanity falling to pieces. There’s no point even trying to hide the tent in your pants, poking uncomfortably against the fabric.

“Gonna help me lather sunscreen?” Natasha asks with a silky lilt to her voice, turning over on the beach chair. 

You groan out loud when you see the curve of your wife’s ass on display, her rounded bottom barely covered by a few measly pieces of material, all held together by flimsy strings and nothing else.

“Mhm,” you respond brainlessly, uncapping the bottle and rubbing your hands with a bountiful amount of the moisture, clearly in excess.

You begin applying your wife’s sunscreen with overzealous eagerness and desire. Large hands spread unnecessarily widely as you gain coverage over the soft skin of her back, trailing up and down and smearing the white moisture over her soft skin.

“Oh, that feels nice,” Natasha says airily, a dainty little sound that causes your cock to twitch in your shorts. 

The line down the middle of Natasha’s back is emphasised as she tenses and relaxes it. Like clockwork, you begin massaging your wife’s back to release the tension in her muscles.

“Y/N…” The breathy moan she lets out is pure heaven, dragged out from the depths of her throat, then lifting to a higher tone that washes over you in a sea of goosebumps.

Of course, your faux masseuse skillset is just a simple ploy to grope and knead at Natasha. Fat spills through your fingers as you spread your hands across her torso, as Natasha whines softly.

It wouldn’t take a genius to realise that the heat building between the two of you was not just due to the heatwaves under the beating, unforgiving sun.

Your frighteningly quickly-growing arousal only heightens when Natasha feels that her back is done and flips over. Face-to-face with her hefty mounds, a round belly, and the blown pupils of viridescent eyes — you lose the plot completely. 

Deft hands fly to your wife’s ample assets, squeezing her hips in sinful amounts and staking your claim. “You’re so pretty, baby,” you mumble, face buried into the crook of her neck, subtly mouthing at her neck.

“Mhm,” Natasha whines in agreement, but it turns into a gasp as your fingers slip underneath the material of her bra, plucking at hardened nipples in merciless haste.

You press down onto her, flat tongue and sharp teeth, licking a broad stripe up your wife’s exposed collarbone to the tender column of her neck.

Before you can taint clear skin with raging-purple bruises, you’re pulled away with a firm grip on the back of your neck. You look back up to see Natasha gazing at you sternly. 

“Let’s try not to perpetuate public sex while you are the owner of this place, with all our friends present, and the kids building sandcastles no less than ten feet away.”

Much to your disgruntlement, these factors weigh in heavily and overpower your body’s built-in “pretty-wife-need-to-worship” mechanic. Now, your shorts fill up a lot more space than need be, your shaft pressing hot and tight against your left leg, clearly visible.

You grumble, hands still clammy with sunblock, the ghost of Natasha’s warmth still interlaced between each of your fingers. “You’re a meanie,” you sulk, lust-driven adrenaline coursing through your veins.

Natasha looks at you with a wicked smile. “And you’re too susceptible, darling. Now, where’s my flask? I plan on staying plenty hydrated before watching you rough it out against the waves.”

Clearly put-off by not being able to fuck your wife in your public beach resort, you flip off a little kid who openly ogles at Natasha’s ass, much to your wife’s horror.

*****

“I’M NOT BUILT FOR THIS!” Tony screams, arms flailing, as he rides a shallow wave. His firmly implanted foot adds too much weight on the front of his neon yellow surfboard, and the over-eager man overturns comically as the current rushes.

You laugh out loud, Hawaiian shirt flapping in the wind, surfing past Tony in a smooth motion. “Stick to the flamingo floatie, little guy!”

Valkyrie barely dodges the splash Tony creates, nearly falling off her own board. “Fuck off, you cunt!” she yells, full-chested and deadly focused on the tide. From a distance in the shallower part of the ocean, a reprimanding “Language!” can be heard.

Natasha’s wading in the shallower waters with Laura, while Thor had opted to sun tan on the beach while watching the kids.

As a large wave approaches, Natasha watches with intent. Upon your wife’s new found attention, you mentally prepare yourself, determined to impress her, and perhaps get revenge for her prior ploy.

You manoeuvre deftly, putting weight on your back foot to stabilise as you approach the wave head-on. Three… two… one. You add even more weight on your back foot as you go around the back turn while gaining speed, garnering energy like a coiled spring.

As the wave reaches its full height, broad and steep, your calves release with impact, propelling up the barrel of the wave like a spring. The surfboard moves in effortless motion, anchored by your back foot, navigated by your right.  

The second you reach the lip of the wave, you find the sweet spot to execute the backside tail slide. You rotate your wide-set shoulders, swiftly switching the pressure to your front foot. 

Your surfboard glides off the surface for a split-second, turning mid-air — there’s a camera-worthy frame of damp hair, stray droplets, and focused eyes.

You slide back down at an oblique angle with purpose and precision, like a scene out of a movie, locking eyes with Natasha as the wave crashes behind you.

“Damn, Y/N!” Carol hoots, looking amazed as you surf back to the rest of the gang.

“That was crazy,” Steve adds, resting belly-down onto the surfboard, strikingly adorable for a hulking man.

“Gotta admit, that was pretty cool,” Tony comments, his head bobbing above the surface of the water and his surfboard nowhere to be found.

You laugh along with them, attempting to explain the technical jargon of how you did it. But as much as you appreciated your friends’ enthusiasm, there was ultimately only one person you sought validation from. 

“Hi,” you say to Natasha with a stupid smile, sitting on your surfboard, having escaped the rest. 

“That was very sexy of you,” your wife wastes no time in stating, as if she wasn’t five millimetres away from flashing you and killing you with her sexiness. 

Natasha is stuck on the image of your damp hair flying into place like a scene out of a superhero movie, unbuttoned shirt flailing up to expose your defined back and abdomen, concentration flashing in your eyes.

“Mhm,” you hum lowly. Fire burns low in your belly as you ogle your wife in her bathing suit, pulling her closer by the underside of her thighs.

In a moment of indiscretion, your left hand slips upwards and undoes the knot on Natasha’s bathing suit, letting the material slip from your fingers.

“Y/N!” Though blocked from view of the others as it was underwater, Natasha lets out a breathy gasp and presses into you. Her cunt, already soaked before, gets even wetter at the intrusion of seawater.

“Can I claim my prize?” you ask heavily, hot pants against your wife’s ear, driving her wild with the way your fingers slip through her folds to encroach on her entrance.

In no time at all, two of your fingers are at Natasha’s cunt, feeling slick even underwater, and you push in—

“Group picture!” Steve yells from a distance, as you and your wife effectively leap apart in the water, the heated moment dissipated into thin air. 

But it lingers, the arousal, swimming in the back of your consciousness as you smile for a group selfie. Bucky’s arm is around you but you thank the heavens for hiding your erection under the water.

You can tell Natasha feels the same, eyes locking on you even after Steve successfully takes the group picture. (After many attempts.)

“I’m gonna go check on the kids,” Natasha finally says, gesturing back as if she was going to walk back to shore. She’s expectant, waiting.

“And I think I’m gonna go check with her!” you add, chuckling awkwardly, beckoning backwards with your thumbs.

“Okay,” Steve says disbelievingly, eyes glimmering with knowing and just a little amusement. Tony is much less subtle in his sniggering, and Clint looks horrified at the prospect of doing it at the beach.

Tony claps you on the back as you walk past. “Use protection,” he whispers, and you fumble out a haphazard response. 

*****

Turns out, you and Natasha don’t even make it to a completely secluded area before you’re half-undressed and panting. 

And maybe that’s half the thrill, hidden in a secluded beach cave, with regular people roaming around just outside. You’re pressed skin-to-skin with each other and tuning out everything else.

You groan as you snap the strings of Natasha’s bathing suit off, finally, finally. Teardrop tits bounce in place, shaking with the impact of how hard you jerk against your wife, unbearably uncomfortable in the constraints of your boxers.

Natasha takes mercy on you, helping you to tug down your Calvin Clein briefs, watching with heady arousal as your shaft slaps against your six-pack, red and raw and leaking.

“Hurry up,” Natasha whines, bending over and clutching at a stray rock, ass in the air as she exposes her leaking cunt to you. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan, grabbing onto her ass and slapping it just because you can. You sink deep into your wife, warmth and relief enveloping you as you bury yourself inside her.

The first thrust is like heaven, feeling the pulse and push of Natasha’s walls as she accommodates to take your size, stretching to a familiar extent because you’d made a nest in there for yourself. 

The second thrust takes you there, an insurgent amount of slick coating your cock, flooding the path you proceed to pummel into. “Natty,” you whine, groping at her ass and pulling it closer to you, hilt-deep with no signs of stopping.

“Mhm, daddy,” Natasha moans, walls fluttering around you as you pull out, trying to stop your escape. But then you thrust forward, again, warm and full and deep, and your wife wails beneath you.

Natasha lets this velvet sound from her throat, silky and coated in honey as she breathes reinvigorated life into your arousal.

“Fuck,” you growl, rutting your hips with more rigour. Natasha whines, wrists suspended behind her back with one of your hands as you have your way with her.

“Baby I’m gonna come,” you gasp, virility cloaking the way your abdomen presses up against Natasha, left hand encircling her neck to bring your hot mouth up to hers.

You’re hardly embarrassed for how fast you’re barrelling towards climax, as Natasha is in much more of the same position. She’s panting your name, clutching at the rocks with hard sand digging into her feet. Your cock nudges and prods into her sweet spots effortlessly, the result of countless sex experiences.

“M-me too,” she responds breathily, breaking off into a whine as you press heated, open-mouthed kisses along the line of her back, tasting the salt and sweat on your tongue.

Pleasure blossoms in your lower torso, creeping up the base of your shaft and working its way upwards. Hot arousal overflows from its constraints, and your teeth sinks into your bottom lip as you come, quick and hot and messy.

“Oh!” Natasha moans, high-pitched and sensitive, as you pluck at her ruby-hard nipples. It only takes a few more thrusts for her to reach release, dripping down your cock and her thighs.

“Mhm, nhn—” As your wife raises in pitch and volume, you stuff three fingers into her open mouth, giving her something to suck on and remain quiet. You continue with gentle thrusts, feeling thick white liquid flow out the side of Natasha’s ruined cunt.

“Needa taste you,” you suddenly grunt, hips bumping into Natasha’s ass. She babbles her agreement, despite being half-conscious in a state of post-orgasmic pleasure. 

Easily, you lift Natasha and set her down onto the sandy shore of the beach cave, where the tide is low and washes over your feet gently.

It’s a change of pace, a gradual end to your savage ravaging, slow and sensual, where the water meets the sand. You lower yourself between Natasha’s spread thighs, lips slightly parted and dripping with need.

Natasha swallows audibly, right hand twisting into your tousled hair, looking at you through hooded eyes and lowered lashes. 

Words are left unspoken between the two of you, the tension speaking for itself, as you retain eye contact while lowering your mouth onto Natasha’s pulsing cunt.

You take your last breath of the fresh sea salt air and summer breeze before drowning in unbridled desire. As if making out passionately, you eat your wife out, switching between licking and sucking.

Poetry is written between the lines — the lilt of Natasha’s hitched breath, the crease of her thighs where your fingertips drag across, the shallow water that wades over your feet in a cool decrescendo.

Your head dips down once more, warm and wet, and the sun melts into the horizon, glazing golden and liquid orange. 

With your tongue lodged fully inside your wife’s pussy, marking your inability to breathe, and wide hands spread firmly over Natasha’s thighs, the two of you converge in saintly devotion, hushed worship falling from her lips.

“Please, just like that, please, daddy, please.”

Just like that, and the ocean swallows you whole, taking you under Natasha’s hold inescapably. Your name is said in a breathless cry, lilting and pronounced, and you shudder between her clenched thighs.

“Nat?”

“Yeah?”

“I think there’s ocean water up my asshole.”

“Yeah, I got some sand up my vagina too.”

*****

and that's chapter two of 'hiwthi'! how did yall feel about the introduction of the rest of the cast? i personally enjoyed writing the build-up scenes the most. (sunscreen and surfing!) and for those keen on expanding the family dynamic, i'll be building on that in the next chapter!

reblog or i will take 292857192 years to post the next part

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[sour-leminies]

My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

Taglist: @astrynyx @snixx2088 @4ng3l-ch1ld @herondale-lightworm Just ask to be tagged!

Navigation — other works!

I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

—

Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

—

You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

—

The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

—

The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

—

Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

—

James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

—

A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

[physics-of-one-piece]

Dating Doflamingo Headcanons SFW

It isn't his feather coat anymore, it's "our" feather coat now. Whenever he takes it off, it will be gone the next second and you will be cuddled up in it or lying on it or wearing it looking likea little penguin. If you are visiting a snow island, he chuckles at you shivering and puts his coat around you and tucks you into it. "There, that'll keep you warm." and he pats your head - his hand is bigger than your head - as he continues walking.

Carries you on his forearm with his hand on your bum.

You once hid in his coat and won the Hide and Seek because he never thought to look on his back

You wrap your arms around his neck and caress his nape.

When he kisses you, he lifts you up by bending his legs and body to your height, wrapping his arm around your knees and lifting you up to deepen the kiss.

At the end of a busy day, he collapses in the bed and you become the smallest little spoon against the biggest big spoon. He curls all around you, wrapping you up in his long limbs, cradling your head and pulling your face in his chest. He is his own heater, so you're never cold. Dwarfs you, you're not even visible. He treats you like a plushie. Expect to be squished all the way to where his heart is beating. Prepare to be in that position the entire night. While cuddling, he likes to kiss your head, whispers how soft you are.

You sit between the empty space between his spread legs, he likes you there, and he likes you on his thigh, too, leaning your body against his chest.

Loves tickling you, he loves hearing you laugh, and it makes him laugh a lot. Will do it if he sees you're in a bad mood. Made you cry from laughter while tickling you many times.

He always makes sure to make you smile - and that it's for him, nobody else. Jokes 10/10, a romantic guy, always has romantic things to say that make poets feel like amateurs. Will tell everyone how you are the most beautiful human alive. Crocodile has bought earplugs for warlord meetings.

Loves when you kiss his nose, loves lying his head on your lap and asks you to read him books. He falls asleep on your lap a lot. Caress his hair with your fingers and he stretches out like a content cat and smiles peacefully.

Whenever he needs to be away for more than a week he sends you loads of pink roses.

You love taking pictures of him. You took one of him among the sunflowers on the Flower Hill and it is your favourite picture of him.

He's very protective and demands your attention.

He proposes on the Flower Hill or takes you up above Dressrosa on his strings and proposes there.

Once you say yes, you're his forever. Don't forget it.

So. Many. Cuddles.

Sends out his string and grabs your pinky to get your attention.

Buries his face in your breasts, stomach, or between your thighs even when you're dressed.

His fingers wraps around your entire upper thigh with ease, his hand covers 2/3rds of your upper leg.

He either has the most innocent look or the most devilish look when teasing you.

Loves making you blush.

The first time he showed you his eyes, you kissed his eyelids and called him beautiful.

He will be your pillow for falling asleep anywhere in the palace. His chest and stomach make for the perfect pillow. So does his thigh.

How many men have mysteriously disappeared if they flirted with you? Weird that you don't remember them.

Wedding is flamingo-themed.

Baby 5 is already calling dibs on being the aunt of your non-existent child.

Doflamingo will make sure that a child is on the way soon. That's what the honeymoon is for.

That talk about being squished by Doffy with @fanaticsnail inspired me, okay.

[jaidens]

idrk if u still do outsiders stuff 😕 but if u do can you please do a dallas winston x reader fic where reader has a younger sibling that annoys them when they’re together 🙏🙏

miss americana & the heartbreak prince !

pairing [s] : dallas winston x reader

warning [s] : hey outsiders.. 😞

a/n [s] : ty for the request!!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The pattering noise against your door makes you moan, putting out the cigarette against the ashtray and you answer whoever is behind it. Your little sister pokes her head inside, a mischievous grin across her face. Dallas greets her as he saunters into your room, muscles stretching through his white tank.

It had been known to you that your little sister, Dorothea, had an insignificant crush against your boyfriend. It was quite hilarious— watching her kiss his cheeks and cuddle up into him. Even though when he would leave, it was all fight and no play.

“Hey sweetheart,” The New York accent rings within his words, but your sister kicks her feet and hugs Dallas in her small arms. “How have you been?” She pulls away from him and smiles, her two front teeth missing are adorable, and you laugh at her.

“I’ve been good! I got an A on my project about flamingos! Did you know that they aren't always pink—” She's cut off when you chuck a shirt at her doll, hitting the pink ribbons that are tied in small bows around her hair. Her expression turns from happiness to immediate anger when her doll falls against the floor.

Dallas turns his head at you and you swear they have identical expressions of ‘why did you do that?’. “Why did you do that? You hurt Betty!”

Dallas looks even more offended than her, picking up Betty and gently dropping her in Dorothea’s arms. He stands up, pats her head, and walks over to you. Within a second, Dorothea follows Dallas to your bed. He lays down next to you and kisses you. “Move over!” Dorothea screeches and pushes in-between you and your boyfriend. Inherently, she's closer to Dallas and she lets him tickle her sides.

“Get out Dora! Leave me and Dal alone.” You snap at her and she sticks her tongue out at you, waving her hands in the air. “Shoo!” You say once more, slapping her side. She stands up and walks away, slamming the door behind her.

You and Dallas are finally alone, as you watch him puff on a cigarette while telling you a story about something that had apparently happened at Buck’s earlier that day. You're running your finger down his chest. You're cuddled up with him when you hear another obnoxious knock. “Mommy said you have to let me stay with you guys!” Dorothea yells through the crack of your door. You roll your eyes and Dallas puts out his cigarette once more.

She's crying outside of your door and Dallas can't help but not to laugh. His arm wraps around you and pulls you into his shoulder. He kisses your forehead and pulls you close. You're relaxed then once again, your name is screeched. “C’mon! Let me in!”

“Nope! Goodbye!”

[dangerdazee]

descendants: rise of red one-shot, in which uliana is not as big and bad as her "friends" lead her to believe

Uliana walks in front, a couple feet ahead, and the other four villains follow behind. They whisper as they walk.

"Goblin pastry? That's her plan?" Hook crosses one arm over his chest, propping up the arm with a hook and letting it sit up by face.

"How were our ideas not worse than that?" Hades questions.

"I'd much rather eat a little pastry than burn to a crisp." Morgie raises his eyebrows and purses his lips.

"Maybe there's more to the plan than just the cupcake." Hook's attempt to give Uliana the benefit of the doubt is not well-received.

"It's Uliana. You know there's not." Hades smirks.

Maleficent smacks her boyfriend on the arm.

"Hey!"

"Don't say that." But Maleficent's laugh doesn't really match her words.

"What's all the talking back there?!" Uliana stops abruptly and whips around, her hair flying.

"Nothing." Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie say in unison.

As soon as Uliana turns back around and the group of five continue walking, the four in the back stifle laughs.

Uliana thinks she's big, bad, and scary. She thinks all of the people in her little entourage are terrified of her and bow to her.

She couldn't be more wrong.

Why she ever expected evil personified to not be playing a cruel joke on her is beyond them. But she's been falling for it, hook (no pun intended,) line, and sinker.

It was Maleficent's idea first. When the five of them began to form a solid group, Maleficent immediately noticed Uliana's insecurity and confidence issues.

A good friend would try to be supportive and helpful, but this is Maleficent. She saw it as an opportunity to have a good laugh.

One day, the facade will fall and Uliana will be humiliated and the outcome of this evil prank will bring them great joy. But, honestly, they find it just as fun and satisfying to laugh behind her back about it.

"Should we even be getting back at Princess Perky?" Hades throws his arm over Maleficent's shoulders as they continue walking and whispering.

"Why? Are you going all soft?"

"Gross, no. The flamingo thing was just really funny." Hades gives a sly smile.

Uliana stops as someone calls her name. It's a teacher, so she's more inclined to actually pay attention and go. She tells the others to go on and she'd meet them later.

As soon as Uliana is out of earshot, Maleficent pipes up again.

"We could always... sabotage." Maleficent's face reveals that she's thinking hard.

"Bridget?"

"No- How would that make sense?" Hook pats Morgie on the shoulder, taking a bit of the edge off of his correction. "No, she means we could sabotage Uli's plan."

"Exactly."

"How?" Morgie asks.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. But we have a few hours left to figure it out."

Hook glances over at Uliana, seeing her angry and frustrated as the teacher speaks to her. Hook can only assume that she's not doing well in a class.

"Look, look. Look how upset she is." Maleficent, Morgie, and Hades turn their attention that direction and chuckle along. "Never gets old."

It would be only a couple years later that Uliana realizes what's been going on.

The anger in her was only beaten out by humiliation.

Suddenly, all these people who she thought feared her were making her feel small. And weak. It was as if they grew ten feet tall.

All the strength and power she thought she possessed dwindled down to almost nothing.

Uliana felt like her whole life was a lie, while Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie all laughed and had a grand time. They reveled in the result of their game.

Part of Uliana wondered if she deserved it.

.

[ @ladyoftheesun here it is! might rewrite sometime to improve it, and i'll tag you again if i do unless you tell me not to! ]

[wolken-himmel]

In which Riddle decides to properly introduce (Y/n) to Che'nya during a tea party.

Little do the attendants know that these two have been dating for a while now.

Request by anon.

The Heartslabyul garden was as perfect as ever — with these accurately trimmed hedges, and the soft sound of the flamingos playing in the distance. And you were able to enjoy this peaceful atmosphere from afar, in a gazebo with a cup of steaming and delicious tea in your hands.

This was the life.

Well, until Riddle turned to you and shot you an expectant look. "Prefect, thank you for joining us for tea today. We are glad you could make it," he said with a polite smile decorating his face.

You nodded, although your smile seemed a little bit wonky around the edges. Something about the entire tea party now seemed off to you; normally, Riddle would never smile at you like that. Thus, you shrank a little bit into yourself and tipped the last remaining droplets of tea down your suddenly dry throat.

Trey noticed and picked up the kettle. "Would you like more tea, (Y/n)?"

"Sure, Trey. Thank you." And again, after your cup had been refilled, you resumed chugging down the tea to quench your thirst and your nerves.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed how Riddle looked at you with a curious gaze. After a while of leaving you alone, he finally placed his cup onto the saucer with a loud clank — your doom was near. "However, aside from enjoying your company, there is also another reason why we have invited you to have tea with us today..." the dormleader trailed off hesitantly. "At the annoying insistence of one of our old childhood friends, who very much wanted to meet you properly, (Y/n) — we have decided to properly introduce you to each other. You already know him from the few times he appeared during our gatherings without an invitation."

Deuce had a nervous frown on his face. "Do I really have to do this drum-roll, Cater?" he asked and pointed to the set of drums in his lap. He clutched the sticks nervously as he looked at his upperclassman for guidance.

"Yes!" Cater assured and patted the blue-haired student on the shoulder. "There is no fun without a little bit of dramatisation, no?"

"Okay..." A hefty sigh escaped Deuce's lips before he brought down the sticks. His drumming was clumsy, but he managed to drum a rhythm worthy of a memorable entrance. "Drum-roll for— Che'nya!" he announced and let the stick collide with the drum for one last time.

First, a floating head appeared in the middle of nowhere. Then, a body beneath it slowly started to manifest and become visible. It was none other than Che'nya who wore a wide grin on his face. "Thank you. Thank you! Thank you all for the generous invitation." He strode over to the gazebo with proud steps, his nose held high and his tail swishing around enchantingly.

Your eyes grew to the size of saucers when he took a seat right across from you. The grin he wore on his face was solely directed at you, and he even wiggled his eyebrows mockingly when you continued to gape at him. And well, who could blame you for such a reaction? The cat-beastman sitting across from you was none other than your boyfriend. Now you were stuck in the strange situation of your friends introducing you to your boyfriend? Yes, this was absolutely absurd. Perhaps keeping your relationship a secret had been a mistake.

"A-Ah, it's nice to see you again, Che'nya," you stammered out and forced a smile onto your face.

The RSA student seemed to enjoy basking in your awkward stiffness, quietly snickering to himself all the while. "Likewise, it is wonderful to see you again, dear!" he exclaimed and clasped his hands together innocently. "How have you been?"

"...I've been adequate," you seethed through clenched teeth when you could feel his foot gently kicking your leg beneath the table.

This entire meeting must have been his doing! He was trying to tease you... see how far he could take it before you would explode with awkwardness.

Riddle, however, seemed to take no notice of your strange disposition towards one another. Instead, he raised his hands and began introducing you to one another, "Che'nya, (Y/n). (Y/n), Che'nya. I'm sure you'll get along splendidly. Che'nya is just like your other troublemaker friends, prefect..." A disapproving sigh escaped the dormleader's lips.

"Hey, (Y/n). Are you alright?" Trey asked in concern when your finger curled around the handle of your cup so much that he was worried about you breaking the porcelain. He furrowed his eyebrows. "You look tense."

"No need to be so nervous, dear!" Che'nya cooed and bared his teeth playfully. "I don't bite~"

Your hands clenched into fists beneath the table, you put on the politest of smiles you could muster. "I'm just... really excited to meet you for the very, very first time properly. I mean, you disappeared the last times before we could even begin a proper conversation. I... I absolutely know nothing about you! How about we fix that now?"

"Sounds like a marvellous idea," Che'nya drawled.

A little bit out of the loop, Riddle merely regarded the two of you with a strange glance before he slowly began, "As you may already know, Che'nya, (Y/n) is the magicless prefect of the Ramshackle dorm—"

Che'nya feigned to listen intently, yet he never broke eye-contact with you. "Aha. Aha." A little grin decorated his face when he noticed you squirm in your seat. "Hm... I see," he continued to occasionally comment whenever the dormleader thought he wasn't listening anymore.

"And as you may already know, (Y/n), Che'nya is a second-year attending Royal Sword Academy—"

You stayed entirely silent through Riddle's introduction of Che'nya. All the while, however, you were too stubborn to avert your gaze — no matter how uncomfortable you felt. Instead, you replied to his grin with narrowed eyes. By then, every other attendant of the gathering was staring at the two of you and your absurd telepathic exchange.

"Are you two alright?" Deuce asked in utter confusion. "Is there something we're missing?"

"No, continue," you both replied unanimously.

"(Y/n), you should stop glaring at Che'nya like that..." Ace whispered into your ear, laughing, "...or else he will fall off his chair as a dead man in a second."

You waved him off, still staring at the cat-beastman. "Pff, serves him right."

"What's gotten into you, dear. You look like someone stepped on your tail," Che'nya said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"As you can see," you said with pursed lips, "I have no tail to be stepped on."

Che'nya merely began laughing at your attempt at sass. "It was a figurative way of speaking," he said and clapped his hands in delight.

"Perhaps someone stepped on your tail?" you retorted while taking a sip of your by now cold tea.

"Perhaps! Yesterday, I had a visitor over... and then they simply didn't look where they were going and stepped on my tail," Che'nya explained and tapped his chin. "But, it was no biggie. I was rewarded with head-pats afterwards. Did you guys know that (Y/n) gives the best head-pats?"

At once, Riddle furrowed his eyebrows and suspiciously muttered, "It seems like you're implying something, Che'nya."

"Oh, me? It's nothing!" He let out a gasp and jumped to his feet in a dazed panic. "Oh my, it looks like it's time to leave now... Before anyone back at home notices that anything is amiss."

Although Trey looked taken aback, he merely nodded and gave their leaving visitor a friendly wave. "Oh... It was nice having you with us, Che'nya."

The second-year in question nodded and shot the entire round of attendants a mischievous smile. "I enjoyed the party immensely!" Then, without a warning, he turned to you and bowed teasingly. "I hope you did, too, (Y/n) dear."

Still on edge about your boyfriend spilling your secret to your Heartslabyul friends, you clutched the fabric of your blazer and let out a stiff chuckle. "...It was certainly nice to meet you properly for the first time," you said, your voice suspiciously going up and down in pitch.

"Ta-ta! Farewell, my friends~" Che'nya disappeared into thin air with a grin on his face and a swish of his tail. First, his body became invisible, then his grinning face as well.

"That was strange," Riddle muttered after a while of confused silence. "Even for Che'nya."

"You're so cute," someone suddenly whispered into your right ear, "when you're annoyed, (Y/n)~"

A startled scream escaped your lips, and you whipped your head around to find the source of the speaker — but no one stood behind you whatsoever. "Who said that?!" you cried out and rubbed your right ear in embarrassment.

The other Heartslabyul students at the table eyed you in concern, and eventually, Deuce gained enough courage to ask, "(Y/n), are you alright? Nobody said anything." A little gasp escaped his lips when he realised that, in your panic, you had jumped to your feet and bumped against the table. "Oh no— you spilled the tea all over yourself... At least it's not boiling hot anymore."

You pursed your lips in shame, but perhaps this was the perfect opportunity to excuse yourself from this awkward tea party. You had already made a fool of yourself, anyway. After having taken a deep breath, you announced, "Oh... sorry, guys. I'll have to take my leave, as well— tea stains are hard to get out of these white shirts." You forced one last time onto your lips. "Thank you so much for the fun time, though. See you around!" Then, you turned around and dashed away without another word.

Ace crossed his arms in suspicion. "Oi, there's something we don't know about these two."

"Oh, they're in a relationship, didn't you know?" Cater asked casually while editing the pictures he had taken of the tea party.

"What?!" the entire table cried out at once.

Surprised at their extreme reaction, Cater almost dropped his phone. However, he didn't, and with great care, he put it back into his pocket before facing the round of flabbergasted Heartslabyul students. "Yeah, so you guys really didn't know, huh? Che'nya's tail can be seen on a lot of (Y/n)'s Magicam posts if you look a little bit more closely. It's not an all that well-guarded secret, even if they want it to be." A sheepish smile appeared on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck. "That's why I was so confused when you said that this was their first proper introduction to one another, Riddle."

The dormleader looked like he was about to explode with how red his face had turned. "He played us, again... Like a fiddle!" he cried out and threw his hands into the air.

Likewise, Trey shook his head in disbelief. "What else did we expect from Che'nya..."

[luveline]

wait hear me out.. bodyguard!sirius au 🫣

for you my love (new au let’s goooo) | fem!reader ♥︎ 1.2k

Sirius Black is possibly the worst person in the world they could've chosen to assign as your bodyguard. He's an excellent bodyguard, has proven this swiftly and with finesse on two separate occasions, and still, you struggle to settle under his watch. 

He's terrifying. Not because he's a bodyguard, though the lean muscle of his naked arms is intimidating, and he's very tall, but because he's beautiful. Silken black hair that he keeps tied up in a small half-bun behind his neck frames an angular face. He has dark, sweet eyelashes that point straight, and similarly dark brows that seem permanently arched in bemusement. 

You feel on pins under his gaze at all times, desperate for him to think the same. Desperate to be beautiful in that same effortless manner. 

"Relax," he chides, a hand curled firmly over your bare shoulder. 

You don't deny you're tense. He should know by now that you're more often than not in a panic, like your body's made up of frayed nerves. 

"Can't we go home?" you ask. 

"Afraid not, sweetness." 

You watch your mother move across the stage where she's hosting and sigh. "I hate politics." 

He laughs. "No, you hate your mother. Politics are important." 

"My mother's politics have never once been important," you say. "She should campaign against things that are actually important. Like rising austerity, or the mistreatment of homeless people." 

"Now, don't say that," he drawls, his breath warm against your ear. "Think of all those poor pigeons she's saving tonight." 

"It's absurd." 

Sirius hums. "While I don't think your mother's on the wrong side of things, I agree that her campaign is ridiculous. Every new ordinance puts you at risk." 

Your mother's political career is a drop in the ocean, but a couple of months ago she'd managed to draw the attention of one alt-right group in particular. A letter threatening your life had arrived in the mail, and Sirius has been by your side pretty much ever since. You do wish, selfishly, that she would stop this. You're an adult, and you've less privacy than a child now that you're constantly supervised. 

"Sometimes, I think she loves pigeons more than me," you mumble. 

Sirius laughs, delighted by your joke, and pats your shoulder. His hand burns your skin, you swear. You're gonna look down and see his handprint branded into you. 

"You're much prettier than a pigeon, doll. I'd choose you." 

Why is his hand on your shoulder? You can't remember. He'd been moving you out of the way, maybe, and forgotten to take it back. You hate that he's touching you, worried he can feel the capering beat of your heart, but you prefer him behind you than in front. He can't see your face, you can't see his. 

Like he can read your mind and he hates you, he turns you to face him. 

"Shall we go outside for a bit?" he asks. 

You blink. Sirius doesn't usually ask you if you want to do things. He may work for your mother but you're still the boss (kind of). He tries to let you do whatever it is you want to do. 

"Okay," you say. 

He leads you out to the patio with a hand just barely touching your back. Outside, the summer night air is warm, and the sky is a wash of pinks and yellow. It's oddly quiet.

You creep curiously to the stone railing and look down over a perfectly manicured garden, hedges shaped like flamingos and a mosaic veranda surrounding the centrepiece, a marble fountain in the shape of a baby. Rich people spend their money on the damndest things.

"I was hoping you'd feel more comfortable out here." 

You sigh as he comes to stand beside you. No hopes of that when he's near.

"But you're tense everywhere we go," he adds. 

"'M just tired," you say. 

"Are you?" He leans against the railing on his elbows and doesn't look at you. Sirius takes such big gaps between speaking that sometimes you assume he's done. "I have a theory." 

You stretch your hands out over the railing, more than enough space between you both. The stone is like pumice, gritty and pocked full of holes. It scratches your palms. 

"I think," —he turns his face to yours, expression disarmingly impassive— "I make you nervous." 

You think? 

You catch your own smile too late. Sirius sees it too, and his eyes crease as he squints at you mildly. His eyelashes, those dark thickets, meet in the corners. You stare at them, your gaze skipping over his light irises, his unusually large pupils. 

He looks rather cat-like. 

"I do," he says. 

"I– Yeah. Yeah, you make me nervous. Your presence is a reminder, you know, that I'm not safe." 

"Ah, but that's not true. You're very safe with me, pretty girl. Haven't I proved that already?" He smirks at you. "No, you're nervous, and it isn't because of my job." 

Sirius moves almost lazily. His head tips to one side, a short curl fluttering against his cheek. 

"So what is it?" 

How do you explain it? He's gorgeous, and his good looks paired with his smooth demeanour leaves you off kilter. You don't mean to be so weird, but your lips move of their own accord. 

"Do you think I'm pretty?" you ask him, insecurity much too obvious in your tone. 

The smugness he'd been entertaining drains. He stands a little straighter. 

"Sorry," you say, cringing. "You don't have to answer, I know it's a loaded question. Uh, I think that's why you make me so nervous, is all. You're really handsome, and I've never been anything special, mum always says it’s a shame they haven’t found a more natural alternative to plastic surgery–“

“What?”

You snap out of your tangent, flushed with heat. “Sorry.”

“Your mum thinks you need plastic surgery?”

“No, but. You know, we’re on TV sometimes, she wants us to look perfect.”

“You are perfect.”

You shrink at his sharp tone, but you realise that it isn’t you he’s directing his anger at. It takes a moment for his statement to sink in, and when it does, you can’t not smile. You cover your mouth to hide it unconsciously. 

Sirius doesn’t back down from his declaration, though the anger melts from his expression, leaving behind a chest-pounding earnestness. 

“Yes, I think you’re pretty. If that’s what you’re worried about, please. Don’t be.”

Speechless, you nod jerkily, as if a puppeteer controls your movements. Applause sounds loudly from the open patio doors, and Sirius straightens up fully. 

“Best go back in, angel. She’ll want pictures.”

Again, you can’t find the words to answer him. His anger at the idea that someone might find you unattractive sloshes around in your head. You're surprised you don’t tip over. Luckily, you have a guiding hand on your shoulder to lead you back inside. 

“Perfect pictures,” he says quietly. 

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Their good fairy pt 2

Maleficent x Fay x Hades

Note: Hello everyone! Thank you so much to @giveityourworst, for all the tips, your amazing, please go check out their stories, they are an amazing writer! I hope you enjoy pt 2 of their good fairy. Once again, criticism is encouraged just don't be a prick about it.

Warning: AK and VK relationship, and Poly

Summary: Hades and Maleficent take Fay on a date to the Enchanted Lake.

Note 2: Part one here, part three part 1, part three of part 2

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Maleficent and Hades had spent the rest of the school day and skipping class periods to plan out a date at the Enchanted Lake for Fay, all the way down to attempting to bake a blueberry pie, long story short they ended up ordering one to be delivered to the school entrance while skipping the history of spells and magic, Maleficent looks around and critiques how Hades is setting up everything around the Enchanted lake.

"No, it has to be closer to the lake and a little to the left."

Hades lets out an exhausted sigh as he moves the blanket for the third time over to a different place that Maleficent has deemed worthy till she finds something wrong with that place. "I don't think she expects five star catering. It's just a little date we put together last minute, so we could spend time with her."

He says in hopes that it'll stop the perfectionist in Maleficent from being a tyrant. "The light shines too much there. She'll be covering her face the whole time, move it back!"

It wasn't until Maleficent herself took over putting it where she thought was best was she finally satisfied, with her hands placed on her hips and a big smile as she set up the picnic basket. "See, it wasn't that hard, Hades."

She hears a scoff in the background as she continues to pluck anything she believes to be imperfect out of the way or simply uses her magic to move it.

"Fay, better like this."

The moment Maleficent hears Hades whisper that she bursts out laughing. "Oh, don't worry, I'll say it was all you if she doesn't."

Maleficent looks over her shoulder to see Hades with his mouth gaped as he dramatically places a hand over his heart.

"Oh, I'm just kidding, don't worry, we can both take the fall if she doesn't, but I am curious. Should we tell her about Uliana's plan?"

Hades crosses his arms as he looks around, deep in thought before letting out a sigh. "Probably not. It'll only upset her more, and we're already a little on thin ice from this morning. You heard her when we're sat at the bench with her after the whole cupcake-flamingo thing happened."

The fairy nodded as she bit her lower lip, thinking over what the god had said. "You don't think she'd ever be mad enough to leave us, right?"

in this moment, Maleficent showed a rare moment of vulnerability that VK's rarely ever showcased.

"Truth? I don't know, but if that's what makes Fay happy, then we'll let her."

Hades gently patted Maleficent's back as she took in his words. "Fay is better than that she's not like the other goodie-two-shoes"

She said firmly as she got up and took a step back to admire her work, how everything was set up perfectly just the way she'd wanted. "I'll stay here while you go get her, I have to make sure nothing ruins this."

Maleficent beckoned Hades away from the picnic set up, as she basically guarded it with her life til Fay eventually arrived, but as she waited, she continued to nit-pick little things that she believed to be out of place

Meanwhile, Fay was currently consoling Bridget with Ella, as the two new girls walked away to talk about weird stuff that made no sense to her. "How they treated you was completely out of line."

Fay said firmly as she watched Bridget rub her arms and shake her head. "I still should go apologize, I can't believe that happened."

Ella gently guided Bridget to sit down on one of the vintage chairs and sat across from her onto the coffee table. "No, you have no reason to apologize to them."

She looked back and forth from Ella to Fay as she still wore a very somber expression, Fay then popped up and began waving her wand around and sang bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, as her wand sparkled, the two girls looked at her as she flicked her wand towards the coffee table that Ella sat on and a tray of treats appeared next to her along with tea cups and playing cards.

"When did you get so good at using your wand?"

Ella asked in disbelief as she watched random treats appear left and right surrounding her before a plate appeared in her lap with a slice of blueberry pie.

"I had a little pep talk, i guess you could say."

Fay answered, as she took the plate with the slice of blueberry pie off of Ella's lap and took it for herself. "Now who's to say I wasn't gonna eat that?"

She asked with her hands on her hips as she eyed Fay up and down, which made Bridget giggle. Both girls turned their heads to her and smiled. "There's the happy Princess of Hearts we all know and love."

Ella got up from her place on the coffee table and hugged Bridget close to her as she smiled at Fay and gave her a wink before turning her attention back to Bridget, Fay smiled at the pair before looking out the window where she saw a familiar hand waving a ball of fire around. "I'll be back in a bit."

Fay tells the group before running off through one of the corridors and outside where Hades is standing and snuffs out the fire in his hand. "Good, I thought I was gonna have to walk in there if you didn't see me any sooner."

She gives him a smile and walks up to him, Fay tilts her head curiously, wondering why he showed. "Right, I was ordered to come pick you up and bring you to the Enchanted Lake, I was also instructed to drag you there if you ran away."

Fay giggled at his explanation before nodding and allowing him to lead the way, the further away from school they got, Fay reached out and held onto his wrist knowing he'd be to bashful to hold hands even if they were outside of anyone's watchful eyes. "So what did you two agree on?"

Hades looked her, clearly not expecting her to question him on what they'd planned out for her. "You know, Mal really wants it to be a surprise."

She gives a little pout at his answer, but turns her head smiles shyly, getting giddy at the thought of going on a date with the two VK's that'd planned every bit of it, from the location to what'd they'd be doing.

"But, Mal is worried about you liking what we've planned out?"

He tells her as they slowly make their way to their destination, Fay looks up at him worriedly as she gently squeezes his wrist. "Why?"

"You know how she is she hyperfixates and overthinks, but she's mainly worried you'll leave us."

Hades explains further as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him as Fay furrows her brows and looks at the ground as they get closer, the red blanket finally coming into view. "Why don't you go prove her wrong?"

Hades leans down and whispers in her ear, gently shoving her forward towards where Maleficent is waiting, Fay comes stumbling out and over towards, Maleficent who jumps up worriedly as she quickly makes her way over to Fay and takes her hands. "What happened?"

Fay giggles and simply throws her arms around Maleficent's shoulders and wrapping her up into a big hug, while Hades lingers slightly further back leaned against a tree, watching the two interact. "I hope you like it."

Maleficent whispers into Fay's ear as she guides her over to the blanket set up and beckons Hades over, daring him to waste another second .

"This is beautiful, do you really do all this just for me, and look at this view, this had to be Mal's idea."

Fay boasted a she took the set up in, from the blanket all the way to how the light shined down on the Enchanted lake, while Maleficent's cheeks reddened as she became more embarrassed by the second. "Alright, that's enough, we didn't set this up for you to just stand there come, come, sit."

Maleficent tries to deflect Fay from pouring out anymore compliments by sitting down on the blanket and asking her to join her. "Yeah, and we made your favorite pie."

Hades added from his seat on a random stone near the blanket where the two sat.

"You two didn't make me pie."

Maleficent and Hades shared a look before looking back at Fay before whispering. "Fine it was ordered happy were frauds."

Fay chuckles in response to Hades admitting they didn't, in fact, bake the blueberry pie. "I'm sure it'll be good regardless if you actually made it or not."

She said as she cut herself a slice of blueberry pie and dug in. "I love this, but you shouldn't have skipped all those class periods."

She waves her finger as the two as she continues to eat away at the pie they'd ordered her, clearly giving into her guilty pleasure of blueberry pie. "But I can't be mad when you ordered me a blueberry pie, so it's forgiven."

Maleficent smiles and stares at Fay lovingly as she watches the other fairy basically devour the pie before dantly grabbing a napkin and dabbing her lips. "I'm glad you like it."

The dark fairy said before scooting closer to the smaller fairy and hugging her, while the god of the underworld observed the two. "And good job to you too for making sure she got here."

Hades gives a half smile before joining the two on the blanket and taking a cookie that they'd also ordered and nibbling on it. "I never knew you liked sweets."

Fay said in shock as she watched him go for another. "I'm not, but I do like oatmeal raisin."

The two fairies gave him a weird look the moment the words 'oatmeal raisin' left his mouth, he gave them a pointed look. "Oh come on at least I'm watching my figure and my health."

He argues before taking another oatmeal raisin from the basket and looking away from the two very judgmental fairies who were giggling to themselves. "Aw, come on Hades."

Fay said as she put a hand on his cheek and caressed along his jawline. "I think it's good you like oatmeal raisin."

He scrunches up his nose at her before smiling and then looking away from her and towards the lake.

"The sun will be going down soon."

He says as he stares out into the lake, the two girls also looking over as they watch the sky turn from a light blue to a golden orange hue. "This was the perfect place."

Maleficent looks to Fay, who's now laid between her and Hades. "I take credit for that."

Hades lifted his head and gives her a look. "Ay! I also deserve some credit who do you think set this stuff up like fifty times?"

He counters as Maleficent then lifts her head to look at him. "And who had to take over, so it was done correctly."

Fay giggles as she brings her hands over her face as she listens to the two bickering, but she knew she wouldn't have it any other way because she was their good fairy.

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Hello! I hope you enjoyed pt 2 of Their good fairy fanfic, this is the end, but it anyone has a request/idea for the next one, I'd be happy to listen and possibly write it!

Once again, I will show some love to the @giveityourworst, who was my main inspiration for this story. Once again, thank you so much for all the tips you've given me

And I'll see ya guys on the next one, ba bye!

[momojedi]

— RETURN pairing. crosshair x gn! reader

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type. oneshot note. couldn't contain myself with the release of the s3 trailer ... so have a little crosshair fluff! along with some sweet crosshair and wrecker reunion warnings. fluffy flamingo fluff word count. 839

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"Easy, buddy, I got you." That voice.

Despite his delirious state, Crosshair couldn't help but recognise it, yet he couldn't exactly pinpoint as to where he'd heard it before - it felt so close ... so intimate, in a way.

He tried to grasp a clear image of what was going on, of who that voice belonged to, but as soon as he'd opened his eyes, he already regretted it. The world blurred into a sea of colours and the blaster sounds in the distance barely reached him, dimming into the background. Deciding that he could worry about his faceless hero later, his mind immediately went on to the next important subject he could think of.

"Find ... " he slurred, trying to piece any kind of comprehensive sentence together, "Ome ..." He couldn't even properly finish his sister's name before his lights went out.

Two and a half hours.

That’s how much time had passed since you all had victoriously reached the Marauder and taken off into the safety of hyperspace.

And it’s also how much time had passed since Crosshair had been knocked out, holding loosely onto you with an arm draped around your shoulder as you tried your best to support his weight and taller frame while also holding off the blaster fire of the stormtroopers.

“He’ll be fine,” Wrecker tried to cheer you up, gently patting your back, “It ain’t the first time he’s been knocked out.” You tried your best to give him a small grin, yet the doubtful grimace of a smile was all you could manage.

Normally, lifting a team member’s spirit would’ve been Hunter’s job. However as soon as the sergeant had laid his eyes upon Crosshair’s broken state, dull brown eyes staring back at him, Hunter’s leader facade had cracked.

You knew he blamed himself for Crosshair and Omega’s imprisonment and the endless torture they likely had been put through. Night after night had you sat next to him, embracing him and whispering sweet nothings. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what kind of weight he carried wordlessly upon his shoulders.

As soon as you’d gotten a hold of the two, Hunter had seen red, fully blinded by all those emotions, all that anger that had been he'd been battling internally for weeks, even months now. He hadn’t hesitated to put a blaster shot between any imp he'd come across on your way back.

You couldn’t blame him. Had you not been holding on to Crosshair, you likely wouldn’t have acted any differently.

The sudden string of mumbled words brought you back to the present and your gaze immediately settled on the unconscious sniper now slowly but surely waking up. He blinked, once, twice before shutting his eyes again and frowning, reaching up to shield his face from the burning lights. "Ugh, Wrecker," he hissed, "Dim the knifing lights, they-"

Suddenly his words were caught in his throat as his eyes widened and he shot up, scanning his surroundings for a second before settling on Wrecker. "You - you're here!" An expression of bewilderment and surprise stretched across his face and before you knew it, tears were glistening in the corners of his eyes.

Wrecker rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Yeah, well ... we couldn't let the Imps keep our best marksman, could w- oof!" Before he could finish his sentence, he was engulfed into an uncharacteristically tight hug as Crosshair wrapped his arms around his big brother. Hesitantly, Wrecker raised his arms before returning the hug and soon enough, there were tears falling on both ends.

You smiled as you watched the reunion unfold, and after a few minutes of loving silence, you stood from your seat on the rack, ready to head out and give the brothers some space to catch up before Wrecker cleared his throat.

"Uhm," he started, pulling back from the embrace and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I think you two have might have some stuff to talk about, too." He then swiftly headed out, though not without giving you an encouraging grin.

You two wordlessly eyed the floor for what felt like an eternity. What does one say in such a situation? You didn’t know. And it seemed neither did he.

“I’m sorry.” Crosshair finally broke the silence. You looked up. “What?”

He sighed, averting your gaze. “I’m sorry - about everything. How I treated my brothers, Omega … not to mention you.” Finally he glanced at you, brows furrowed and the familiar wetness sparkling in his eyes once more. “I fucked up. I - Shit, I could’ve killed you, I could’ve-”

You shut him up by pressing your lips against his. For a second, the marksman is taken aback before kissing back, carefully cradling you in his arms and pulling you closer to his chest. After what felt like forever, you were pulled apart by the fatal requirement that is air. When your breathing finally stabilised, you hummed, pressing your forehead against his.

"I'm just happy you're back."

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Unconventional Flowers Event - March Bonus

Dahlias for Holi ft. Nanami

A/N: March bonus prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. I honestly was hoping for a very unique holiday and this got my attention in all the right ways. Requested by @sitarawrites. For more information on the Festival of Colors, visit Wikipedia.

Rating: E, fluffy

Pairing: Nanami x reader (Desi reader implied)

Word Count: 971

People had been skeptical of your marriage to Nanami, wondering how you would ever blend your rich, individual backgrounds. For the two of you, it just meant more cultural holidays to celebrate together, and spoiling each other with a wider variety of food and sweets accompanying each one. You knew he’d adapt well, he’s proven that when you were dating, even though Indian festivals tended to be crowded and loud. 

And you loved him for the way he kept up the rules that fell on your festival days. Vegetarian food only, and though he didn’t need to, he sat in the back while you offered your prayers, his hair damp because it was customary to always have your hair washed on festival days. The first piece of prasad which you offered to him with love after all the prayers and poojas were done, broken in half as he feeds it to you as well. It was bliss.

But the one festival Nanami refused to participate in was Holi. He had no qualms against the day in general, but rather, the way it was celebrated, by throwing colored water and powder onto others to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. You’d pouted because Holi also celebrated the love between Lord Krishna and his eternal love Radha, the most well-known romantic story in all of Hindu mythology. Not that he hadn’t given it a fair try. You’d told him to wear something old and casual but the man simply didn’t own anything that fell under those categories. He spluttered along gingerly at the fairgrounds while everyone played, his hair weighed down in his eyes by dyed water in shades of shocking pink, electric yellow, and robin’s egg blue. 

He hated the wetness, the noise, and the fact that the dyes used in the water and powder didn’t rub off for days (seriously, what was in that stuff?). After his first one which had occurred back when you were both initially dating, he’d politely told you he would not be participating in the ones to come as he tried to rub off the darkening pink that had stained his face, neck, and ears. The color had only taken in more on his pale skin, making him look like he had a bad sunburn, something that Gojo and Yuji had been quick to point out while teasing him to no end. 

So it became the rule that he would sit with you during the morning for prayers, and you went with your family and friends to the fairgrounds to celebrate the rest of the day by throwing color at each other. The first Holi after you got married though, you felt a small twinge of sadness that your husband would be absent for this affair but you hid it, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

When you arrive home, Nanami has laid down a towel trail from the door into the bathroom so that the color wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. You can’t help but appreciate his foresight on this; you loved Holi, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin the carpet. Under the hot spray, you let yourself wash off the colors that stuck to your body, watching them swirl into each other as they went down the drain. Honestly, it was only the pink that actually stuck, the rest of the colors washing off easily.  You step out, clean and fresh, and pad into the bedroom, to find Nanami sitting patiently on the bed with a cotton bag in his hands.

“Hey,” you say softly, tired from all the running around at the fairground and now the heat of the shower.

“Hey yourself.” He pats the space next to him. You oblige and sit next to him, the bed feeling soft and comforting after a long, energetic day.

“Did you have fun?” he gently rubs the top of your ear, now pink like a flamingo.

“Yeah. Missed you though.” You lace your fingers with his. 

“I know. Your face said it all when you left.” He kisses your hair, now washed and dried, smelling fragrant. “I’m sorry it disappoints you so much. But I just can’t find a way to enjoy playing Holi.”

You turn to kiss his jaw. “It’s not like you didn’t try. And you were miserable the whole time. It’s ok. It’s just one festival.”

“True. But. Maybe you and I can play Holi in a different way? One that involves colors but none of the mess?”

You look at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind before he hands you the bag he was holding. You peek into it and see that it’s filled to the brim with dahlias, your favorite flower. 

“Lay back.” You do as instructed, scooting up towards the pillows. Nanami dips his hand into the bag, picking up a pink flower. 

“Pink, to symbolize kindness and beauty.” He begins to lay all the pink flowers from the bag across your body shoulder to shoulder, like a devotee worshiping a goddess, and the act causes a rush of love to zoom through you.  

“Yellow, for cheer.” He places these across your chest and you hold still, not daring to move lest they fall off. 

“Orange, for celebrations and goodness.” These go across your stomach which is now jittery like there are a million butterflies in it. 

“Purple for respect and devotion.” The blooms are placed delicately along your legs and you feel giddy from the romance of it all. 

You lay there, colors all over your body, which was the whole point of Holi in the first place. Nanami carefully makes his way back up to your face, giving you a tender kiss on the lips, his eyes full of love.

“Happy Holi y/n. I hope this makes up for it.” 

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[thedivineflowers]

So like remember that little animal hc of the dorms thingy

And like middle schooler!mc just goes to visit the dorms for no fucking reason but when they go with the animals. Different things happen

I have little knowledge about treating scratches so you're gonna be hearing about rubbing alcohol a lot 🧍‍♂️.

But basically you get hurt in almost all of them and get scratches

Let's start 😋

You were walking to Heartslaybul to visit the flamingos and hedgehogs as usual and when you sat down to play with the hedgehogs. They started pulling at the end of your hair. Pulling your head down to the ground and then they started pulling at the ones closer to your scalp and BABE

That shit hurt like a mf and you couldn't do shit to the hedgehogs because you were too scared to hurt them so you just held onto the pieces of hair they were chewing on to avoid most of the pain. When Riddle came outside he was running in his fucking HEELS to get to you. After some assistance from others you finally got the hedgehogs out and away from your hair.

"Phew. Some hair strands were pulled out but your hair should be fine for the most part." Trey said while Cater put your hair in a ponytail when you mimicked him "#almostlostmyfuckinghair!" Ace and Deuce walked out later to see you with watery eyes and your hair in a messed up ponytail being pampered by the three upperclassmen. “Why does she look like…” Ace waved his hand over your vicinity as Deuce just checked your scalp even thought Trey checked over it a bunch of times. “The hedgehogs got to them and now this is their third time crying because of how bad the rubbing alcohol feels on the bite marks on their hands and scalp.” Riddle sighed and patted your hand as you just huffed and ate the pudding that Cater was feeding you.

You were barging into Savannaclaw to go play with their dog because you were bored and wanted to burn off some energy. You put your stuff on one of the pool chairs and did the most randomest shit with the dog when it started making biscuits on the chair and you were just standing there. It spotted you and when it did it paused. You two were standing in dead silence when Ruggie along with Jack and Leona walked in. They stood there confused but then noticed that you and the dog were having a staring contest. You grabbed your jacket and took it off as you rolled up your sleeves, threw off your tie/bow, took off your socks and shoes and held a stance in front of the dog. You also put your phone in the safety of Ruggies hands (don’t fucking trust him. You’ll look through your photos to find your gallery full of him and goofy baby photos.) You made the move to run away first and the dog started barking and chasing after you as you screamed. You ran around the pool and you ran to Jack and jumped on his back and up to his shoulders as the dog tried jumping to bite you. “GET YO FUCKING DOG!!” You screamed. “It doesn’t bite.” Leona shrugged and you started kicking the air. “YES IT DO LOOK AT IT!!” You shouted and jumped off of Jack and ran towards the pool. The dog chased after you as you Canon-balled into the pool. They eventually had to pry the dog away from you as it started scratching you and pulling you by your hair.

“It keeps on looking at me funny!” You whined and leaned more towards Leona who was sitting next to you and rested his arm on the couch for you to cuddle him if you wished. “He’s gonna haunt your nightmares..” Ruggie said seriously as you whined “Great now the kid and the dog are screaming …” Leona sighed as you and the dog had a yelling match.

You were walking happily to Octanvile to count the fish and do your homework because Azul promised to help you with your math homework. (He also has a soft spot for middle schooler!mc) When you got there Floyd squeezed you very tight and offered to take you up to feed the fishes and such and you of course said yes but this dude left you unsupervised because he forgot he was supposed to do something. You didn’t even know he left.(you could've been fine right?) So you were feeding an eel and this thing pulled you into the water when you didn't expect it and your head was submerged in the water and you were trying to pull yourself out of the tank which didn’t work and you went even deeper into the tank. Jade came around the corner and heard some thudding from where the top of the tank was and saw your lower body struggling to pull you out. Jade grabbed you and pulled you out quickly, you were coughing everywhere and shit and that's when Floyd came back. Azul brought you some clothes and hot chocolate while Floyd apologized "I'm sorry little shrimpy! I thought that if I went and came back quickly you would be fineeee!" Floyd squeezed you while you were sipping on your hot chocolate and pulling the blanket closer to you"It's fine. But that water kinda tasted weird."

You were happily playing some games with Kalim when Jamil and the dog walked in. You and the dog were happily laughing and playing when you threw a toy down the hall for the dog to fetch when it didn’t run for the toy but held a stance in front of you as you stared at it confused. It ran down the hall a little too far and you chased after it but guess what 😟…. the bitch thought that it was a game and kept on running down the hall. “KALIM! JAMIL! HELP ME! GET YOUR FUCKING DOG!!” You shouted for the two but they stayed behind laughing at you. You eventually gave up and let yourself drop to the ground in exhaustion, the dog looked back at you and ran to you just to pull at your hair to signal for you to chase after it. Kalim and Jamil grabbed the magic carpet to get to you two because you guys went VERY far. They broke you two apart and the two offered for you to stay the night to spend more time with them as Kalim got lonely when you weren’t there and Jamil missed you too but kept quiet about it. “There’s still some knots in your hair, looks like we’re gonna have to cut it off…” Jamil sighed and you complained “Nooooooo!! I took a long time to grow my luscious locks and I will not have them cut off!!” You huffed and crossed your arms. “It’s okay Y/n! We can find a way to fix it!” Kalim said to try to cheer you up but you ended up cursing the dog out. As it tilted its head in confusion

You were wearing the pomefiore uniform provided to you and you were walking around with Vil, Epel and Rook and you four ended up sitting around the lounge when the cat walked in and sat down on the table. It started shedding so you all had to be cautious of where you sat and how close you got to the cat so fur didn’t get on your robes (?). Vil thought that it would be a good idea for you to take some pictures with the cat so after it was brushed of its loose hairs they TRIED placing the cat on your lap but it didn’t feel like cooperating and kept on leaving your lap to go sit somewhere else. On the last try you tried petting it to ease it into getting comfy and staying still with you but it hissed and left nasty scratches on your hands and face. You were now crying as Rook had to restrain you to keep you from squirming so much because the rubbing alcohol stung a lot. It got even worse because as you cried your makeup started coming off and seeped into the cuts on your face.

You started kicking and thrashing as you didn’t like the feeling of the stinging and Rook started holding you a little too hard while Vil was roughly rubbing your face with a towel and Epel was off to the side trying to reassure you by rubbing your arm but it did almost nothing in comforting you. “NO!! It hurts!” “Easy enfant, we can’t have you making those wounds worse on your delicate face.” Rook tried calming you and patted your shoulders but it didn’t help and You cried even more "You're scarin' 'em!" Epel shouted as he noticed you started moving away from Vil. Vil finished cleaning your wounds and sighed as he slapped the towel down on the vanity. “I know I know, I’ll just put some ointment on them for you and then you’ll feel better.” Vil said as he caressed your face and patted you cheek as you sniffled. “That hurt like a bitch.” You said as Vil sighed “Language Y/n.” He said “ Shut up you Micheal Kaiser look alike. I can say what I want! Fuck, shit, bitch, pussy-“ Vil yelled over you as he covered your mouth with his finger tips. “Epel what have you been teaching them?”

You were walking around ignihyde with Idia and Ortho and you guys were about to go down some stairs and you specifically happen to pass by one of the cats passageways and the cat scratched your ankle which caught you off guard and it also caused you to fall down the stairs. Ortho checked on it and you could tell it did not look pretty by the look on his face. You ankle had deep scratches and alot of bruising and getting you to stand up would be a challenge. Ortho ended up carrying you to Idias room where you can relax your foot. You got a leg cramp when you were laying which fucking sucked. "That cat hates me- owowowowow!" You winced as Ortho started putting rubbing alcohol on your scratches. "Sorry Y/n. I should have given you a warning but from my scans the scratches should heal with little to no scarring in a week or two. And no picking at the scabs!" Ortho said as he scanned your ankle again. "Your ankle isn't broken and doesn't have any sprains, but the bruises will affect your walking for three days or more before the pain goes away." Ortho said as he moved your ankle around. "Ortho please don't make my leg cramp up again.." you sighed as Ortho laughed and warmed up his hands. "Y/n I'm back. I got you chocolate covered pomegranates, chips, popcorn, and stuff to make battery acid." Idia said as he came in and placed down a butt load of stuff. "I'm gonna tumble your ass on that game from last week." You said as you sat up on the bed and grabbed a controller. "Dont push your luck!" Idia said as you two started the game and immediately you two started going crazy on the controls as Ortho spectated

You walked into the lounge at Diasomnia and place your things down before sitting yourself at the couch. What you didn't know was that you sat on a part of the snake (that you didn't know was left out and alone) which lead it to biting your arm. You screamed in shock and pain as the snake bit you and wouldn't let go. The snake wasn't venomous but had nice fangs as they dug deep into your skin. You heard running and you saw Sebek, Silver, and Lilia as they ran towards you. "Get the potion along with Gauze and some bandages. Once Malleus comes back he can speed up the healing process, we'll have to make do with what we have right now." Lilia said to the two as they nodded and ran to look for the items. Lilia turned towards you as he crouched. "Hey... You're doing great, just hang in there and then you'll feel fine in no time little one." Lilia said as he wiped the tears that quickly fell down your cheeks. "We have the kit and potion." Sebek said as he and Silver rushed to the two of you. "Okay Y/n this is gonna hurt so make sure to hold someones hand." Lilia said as you held onto Silver and Sebeks hand and you squeezed their hands really hard because they were turning red and by the end of it they both sighed in relief. Silver carefully patted your wound with warm cloth and then he placed gauzed dampened with more of the potion as Sebek wrapped your wound. "Alright, are you feeling better?" Silver asked as you nodded. "What a brave and strong child Y/n is!" Sebek said as Silver nodded "they've got a good grip." Silver said as he shivered. Malleus suddenly appeared when he suddenly smelt blood. "Is everyone alright?" He asked as he walked near YOU specifically and saw your bandaged arm. "May I?" He asked as you nodded. He unwrapped your arm and saw the dots on your arm as he hummed. "Hold still. The healing spell I'm going to use will only hurt a bit.." he said as he placed his hand on your arm and wind started forming and you could feel a bit of pressure which made you wince but you tried your best to stay still and after a few seconds the wind calmed down and there were only four pale dotted scars on your arm. "There we go, now you can go run around, how about you go play with the rat. I must have a word with Mr. Snake." He said as you nodded and took a deep breath and reclined on the couch. "Oh, I forgot to say that it will also take some of your energy." Malleus said as he turned around and saw you dozing off next to Silver.

[sanaserena]

“Rosi,” Doffy said warmly, entering the room, dropping onto the couch like an exhausted snake, or perhaps Rosinante should compare his brother to a flamingo? Doffy’s head rested over the back of the couch and had the presence of a man who had enough of dealing with imbeciles for the day.

Rosinante gave a two-finger salute in greeting.  He hadn’t seen Doffy since that day.  It was for the best. 

It wasn’t often Rosinante was inside.  He preferred being outside.

He wrote a note and flicked it at Doffy.  It landed on his brother’s face, draping over his big nose, like a fresh tablecloth.

To Sengoku, Rosinante’s feelings about his brother were always clear.  Black and white.  Good versus bad.  Something that wasn’t quite angelic versus the devil. 

But Sengoku didn’t really know that some days, Rosinante remembered.  He remembered Doffy fending for their survival.  He remembered Doffy telling him to eat.  He remembered the cold desperation of a boy who hated the world. 

And then Rosinante would remember Doffy’s anger. 

If it hadn’t been towards their father, maybe, just maybe, Rosinante would have said it was justified.

Doffy peeled the note away from his face and stared at it, with all the laziness to his actions of a sloth.  And he laughed.  Not his usual laugh. But the laugh of soft embers, the kind one found for a dying fire, good for a cosy gathering.  It was the laugh Doffy showed only to Rosinante.

It made Rosinante feel like a child again, to the times when they had been in Mariejois, and Doffy’s goal in life was to lord his prestige over all.  That Doffy, a typical selfish world noble even as a child, had made sure no one bullied his little brother.

And he was now a man capable of doing far more evil than he would have, had he remained a world noble.

Some days, Rosinante aligned the child and the adult with ease.

But other days, he couldn’t.

Today was one of those days.

Rosinante should have hated Doffy more after what happened with you.  But hate was so black and white.  The more time he stayed with Doffy, the harder it was to not see grey. 

Adult Doffy was so much more controlled than his child self.  Different but the same.  Same but different.

“Amusing,” Doffy drawled, sitting up.

Rosinante had written in his scrawl that Doffy looked like shit.   

“You couldn’t find a better descriptor?” Doffy tossed the note to the side.

Rosinante just smiled, leaning back and lighting a cigarette. No, his body said.

His brother just chuckled dryly, raking his hair back.  Then he leaned back, matching Rosinante’s lax pose. But where Rosinante smoked, Doffy just rested his arm along the back of the couch.

“What do you think of Doll?”

Your codename stilled Rosinante’s hand.

A mistake.

Because Doffy was always watching him.  Rosinante forced his hand to move, to bring the cigarette to his mouth and inhale.

“If you like her,” Doffy drawled, as though Rosinante had answered, “I’ll give her to you.”

Rosinante didn’t know what to say.  He had all the thoughts, but they refused to leave his mouth.

Your face flashed across Rosinante’s mind, and it was more erotic than it should be.  He couldn’t deny it, but even more, he couldn’t deny the wave of anger cresting as he digested what Doffy implied.

“You could tame her in any way you like,” Doffy added.

Damn.

Rosinante forgot in that moment to mind his cigarette.  In a flash, as though it had a mind of its own, the burning end dipped to his coat and it ignited into flames.

The smell of burning feathers filled the air and Rosinante hastily patted at the flames, ignoring the way it singed at his hand. 

Doffy, however, was more pragmatic and less concerned. 

He dumped the vase of cold water from the coffee table onto Rosinante’s head.

Doffy tsked, “Really, how are you this clumsy? You never change.”

The fire extinguished, and water seeped under Rosinante’s shirt.

Rosinante just stared up at his brother, leaning over him.  Was he serious?  About you? Did you truly know what you had run headfirst into? 

His brother helped him up, but Rosinante didn’t hear what he said.  Rosinante’s head was filled with you, with consequences the size of a mountain range, and growing larger and larger by the second. 

~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~♥~♦~♠~♣~

‘Corazon and Doffy have a talk: A brief scene from Intermission 2 (of Part 3) featuring Corazon's perspective’ scene of my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy’s Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes, mind the warnings.)

[blues824]

Dormitory leaders with a s/o that has a pet Spotted Genet! They are so adorable, when you get a chance do look them up!

Gender-neutral reader.

Riddle Rosehearts

Having pets wasn't prohibited within the dorms, considering Heartslabyul owns flamingos and hedgehogs. But he didn’t expect his beloved rose to have a spotted genet of all animals to keep as a pet. But because of his ability to speak to animals, your boyfriend and your pet get along quite well.

A genet looks and kind of acts like a cat, and I see Riddle as a cat person, so it all works out. He will gladly watch your pet for you if needed, and will make sure that it is well-fed, well-watered, and well-loved. That’s right: this small feline-like animal will get a few head pats from the Housewarden of Heartslabyul.

Leona Kingscholar

There were a few genet beastmen back in his homeland, but he’s surprised to see an actual genet cuddling on his significant other’s chest. He’s also jealous because he’s the only one who should be able to cuddle with you. However, he has to deal with the little brat stealing your attention.

But, it doesn’t take long for the genet to seek the warmth that is Leona’s arms. The body heat that this man emits is legendary at this point, so it only made sense. So, the grumpy lion had to suck it up and cuddle with your pet almost every time he came over to Ramshackle.

Azul Ashengrotto

He can’t say that he expected you to pick up a genet as a pet, but he can’t say he’s too surprised. You treat Grim like your child, so another animal familiar couldn’t have been far behind. Slight problem is that he’s low-key terrified of your pet because it often likes to bite his fingers.

Whenever he goes over, he makes sure to bring some treats for the little animal to snack on so his scarred fingers can take a break. It takes a while for them to get along, but it’s not like he’s mean to the genet. He actually thinks it’s very cute.

Kalim Al-Asim

A fellow animal enthusiast, who absolutely loves your genet. Bro spoils it more than he spoils you, if I’m being honest. The genet is constantly decked out in either jewelers or cute sweaters. And he totally gets you all matching sweaters.

He definitely loves playing with the genet whenever he comes over or when you bring it to Scarabia. It’s just so cute, how could he not spend the majority of his time with it? Sure, he’s got a mountain of homework that he’s been neglecting, but he needs to make memories with your genet.

Vil Schoenheit

He is genuinely curious as to why you picked a genet out of any animal. He’s not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but why would his beloved potato choose such a not-well-known animal to take care of.

Also spoils your pet. He’s aware that it’s been there when he hasn’t been. If the genet didn’t exist, you probably would have snapped psychologically a while ago. He feels as though everyone of their life to the genet, if he’s being honest. It’s true though, and you can confirm that he is correct in his assumption.

Idia Shroud

Does a lot of research about genets so that he can make a good impression on you, and also so he knows what to expect during one of his rare expeditions to Ramshackle. It’s actually a good conversation-starter as well, and he often asks questions about your genet.

You get weekly packages at your front door, courtesy of Idia. He feels as though Crowley doesn’t give you enough resources to provide for yourself, let alone a cat and a genet, so he subscribes to a gift box website for cats so that your genet has some toys for enrichment.

Malleus Draconia

He goes to the library to conduct thorough research, and often takes your genet with him as long as you would allow him. The animal sits on his shoulder as he reads, and he asks it questions without expecting a verbal answer. But, because of the teaching courses at NRC, he can still understand the little animal.

If you thought that the other Housewardens spoiled your pet, you haven’t seen anything yet. Malleus Draconia will literally treat it like it was a child and give it and you gifts each morning. Matching sweaters are definitely a thing, and Lilia wholeheartedly approves.