#forgot to colour in earrings ignore that please

[miraculous-draconequus]

Stella Coccinella design for my "The Universe has it put for Lila Rossi" fic

[sky-skeks]

Tbh i look at my own friends this way in a platonic but not so platonic way. But they straight af so its platonic… definitely…

[benedictscanvas]

coat stays on - remus lupin x reader

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: it’s just sickly sickly fluff my loves

a/n: @burnthoneydrops encouraged me to post this weeks ago and honestly i totally forgot about it but she’s wonderful and i can’t deny her!! i hope you enjoy, it’s the first i’ve written for remus so i’m a little conscious of it! i’ve also just opened up requests and you can see the characters i’ll write for here, please send in all the fluffiest fluff your hearts can think of <3

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If your hand was starting to feel a little clammy in the crook of Remus’ arm, you weren’t saying anything. The streets were lined with market stalls and lots and lots of people, more importantly, and you were pretty sure if you let go of him right now you might never see him again.

“Doing alright sweetheart?” he asked, leaning his head down to your ear so you’d hear him properly because the man refused to raise his voice even a little, “Still with me?”

You squeeze him tighter to you and rest your head on his arm briefly rather than answering. The two of you had long since lost the others in the crowd, likely because you weren’t clinging to them as you did Remus. It would make you feel silly if it didn’t make you feel ten times better.

It had been Lily’s idea to venture out into the Sunday markets in town, but she clearly hadn’t thought about the timing. Just days before Valentine’s Day and it was packed, almost shoulder to shoulder as you traversed the street. But the 5pm February darkness had enveloped the cobblestones and most of the stalls had decided to illuminate their wares with pretty fairy lights on strings, wrapped around the poles. All kinds of colours. There was a helter skelter a little ways down that was lit up in warm gold.

Despite struggling with the sheer volume of people, Lily had been right that it would be something you’d enjoy.

Remus steers you towards a stall with a blue and white striped roof, filled with fudge of every flavour you can think of. He’s quiet as he stares at them all in turn, but when his eyes land on your favourite, you watch him smile and point it out to one of the sellers.

“That’s not fair,” you murmur, nudging him with a sharp elbow, but either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores you. To get your own back, you signal to the other seller and ask for Remus’ favourite in return.

“Here we are,” he says, handing you the paper bag once you’re a little away from the stall. You’re smug as you hand him one right back. He looks inside before he pouts at you and its adorable. He’s adorable.

“Thank you,” you grin and he rolls his eyes but still thanks you back. Then he points over your shoulder, where the buskers are playing, to the little tables for resting shoppers. There’s an empty one. The two of you share a brief look before you scurry over to claim it. When you sit across from him, you have to let go of his arm and it feels all wrong.

Until, of course, he shuffles his chair around the table so you’re sitting next to each other instead, facing the band.

You’re both content to nibble on your respective fudge for a while, listening to the music, but Remus breaks the comfortable quiet.

“I’m sorry we lost the others,” he says, face close to yours in a way that makes your chest ache, “I know you and Lily were looking forward to this together.”

He’s right in one way, because you were. But it was also inevitable that you’d only get half of Lily’s evening and that James would get the other, something you were thrilled about, honestly, if it meant that during that other half you got Remus.

You couldn’t quite tell him that, yet, so you settled for the next best thing.

“Sirius was in one of his moods,” you shrug, “I think we’ve come out of this one on top.”

Remus doesn’t laugh. You find it quite hard to make him laugh and you used to be conscious of it. You’ve since found that the little smile he does towards his lap is even more gratifying, like he’s holding in a belting laugh out of something that looks like fondness.

He’s doing it now, bottom lip caught by his teeth.

“Right as always,” he muses, looking back up at you, soft as ever. You struggle to keep the awe from your face.

“I am often right,” you whisper back, breaking off another chunk of fudge and popping it into your mouth, “It’s really pretty here at night. Shame about the people.”

“They’re awful, aren’t they?” Remus says, only joking a little, “Although, I’d rather you didn’t come here at night when no one’s around, hm?”

You nudge him again just because you can. He catches your elbow as if punishing you but all he does is run his hand down from your forearm to your hand to see if you’re cold.

“Mr Protective, you are. As if I’d want to come here on my own, idiot.”

“You’re cold,” he says instead, mutters it like he’s talking to himself as he squeezes both your hands in his own. You wonder if he even heard you call him an idiot like he was your favourite person on the planet.

“It’s an evening in February, lovely, of course I’m cold.”

You watch his pink-tinged cheeks to see if the blush deepens at your best name for him, but you can’t tell if it’s just from the chill in the air. He starts unbuttoning his coat, leaning forward in the chair to take it off.

“Woah, slow down there Rem,” you insist, holding your hands out to him to stop him, “I am fine. Since when do you worry about me so much?”

He doesn’t answer straight away but he does put his arm back into his coat. He’s thinking about what to say, something you’ll always let him do, but it means he’s going to answer seriously. It’s worrying when you’d just been teasing him.

“I always worry about you, I think. Absentmindedly. Wondering if you feel alright, if you’re comfortable. You haven’t looked very comfortable this evening.”

He doesn’t lie to you, ever, but you’re pretty sure that’s the most honest Remus has ever been with you. He can’t even look at you either, just staring at the floor and scuffing his shoe against the chair leg.

“Remus…”

“I don’t like you cold. And I don’t like to think of you alone. Sorry. I know you don’t need looking after like that.”

And he sounds heartbroken enough to break your heart.

“No, I don’t need looking after,” you confirm softly, because it’s true. He’s always said you’re the most independent person he knows. But you still wind your arm through his and tug him into your side, “I’d quite like it if it’s you, though, I think. If you’ll let me return the favour.”

It’s always the returning that he’s not so adept with. Your affection and your time and your energy are all things he struggles to see he deserves. It’s mostly why you worry about him too.

“Don’t take your coat off for me though,” you warn, putting your head on his shoulder, “You idiot.”

This time he definitely hears you and he must hear how utterly smitten that word is. He’s your idiot. He has to know it by now.

“Okay. Coat stays on,” he murmurs, turning to press a kiss to your crown and then place his chin there, gentle as ever, “Also, I lied. I’m very glad we lost the others, by the way. Not sorry at all.”

So maybe he did lie to you sometimes. It was a lie you didn’t mind, even if you’d pretend to.

“Yeah? Why’s that now?”

He slowly nods his head until his nose is nuzzling you instead of his chin, and you feel another feather light kiss, this one near your ear.

“Like you lots. Even more than them,” he breathes, and you try not to melt into him then and there.

“Oh lovely,” you whisper, “Like you lots too.”

[god-has-entered-my-body]

can i just also. sorry for spamming your inbox. ignore me omg i'm sorry but. marking him up all pretty. with lipstick or even fucking sharpie i don't care. writing things like 'whore' across his chest because. that's what he is. then taking pictures. pathetic. yes yes. i forgot which colour my heart emoji was but yes it is i. god.

thoughts thoughts thinking too many thoughts

okay so scene: you're perched on top of him while he's laying down, grinding down onto his leaking cock and he's whimpering and moaning below you, eyes screwed shut in torturous pleasure.

The look on his face when you quite literally rip his shirt off him is priceless, the pretty fabric tearing down the front as you let your hands feel his heart beat in his chest. "Just- stay still while i work on you, yeah?" Matty nods quickly, eyes glazed over as you move on top of him, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.

The tube of lipstick is a deep purple, contrasting his skin in a way that made your head spin, the product smearing slightly as it glides along his chest spelling out a single word across it.

"Whore." adorns his chest, standing out like white against black as Matty whimpers under your touch, his hips bucking up to meet your core, the pressure to your clit making a small gasp escape you. You apply the purple color to your lips, bending down to press kisses all over his neck and chest, decorating him like your little art project.

With every movement you make, Matty moans in response, biting his lips between his teeth as you cover his body in lip prints, smiling when you pull back to admire your work. "Wanna see how pretty you look baby? Want me to take a picture for you?" Matty's eyes grow wide as you reach over to the nightstand and grab your polaroid camera, pointing it at him.

"Please- fuck. I love you so much darling, so fucking perfect." Matty whines, arching his back in response to you grinding your hips down once again, his head thrown back in pure bliss.

"Smile, baby." you whisper, quickly moving off his cock to palm him as you snap the picture, the flash illuminating Matty's face in full. His eyes are wet with tears of ecstasy, his skin glistening with sweat as the light reflects off his chest, the deep purple traces of lipstick even more prominent than before.

Letting the polaroid develop for a few seconds, you coo praises into his ear as he begs for release, twitching in your grasp. Once the picture is visible, you take a glance at it, your heart rate picking up when you then throw it to the side, focusing all of your attention on Matty.

You let your mouth kiss his collarbones, then his chest, then the pretty tattoo on his left hip bone lower, lower, lower.... xx

[articdelilah]

Hello there (●’◡’●)ﾉ may I request a teen(?)! Belle headcanons. The ikemen princes see her as a little sister figure. Maybe she's 14 to 17. It'll be funny to see her act bratty and chaotic to them once she gets comfortable but she does know when to get serious. Loves fun, food, and maybe she finds smth she wants to do while being there. Maybe she wants to be like one of the princes and handle sword, or maybe a doctor. It could be anything tbh, just want to see little sister fluff.

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic! Ikemen Princes x Teen! Reader

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting!! I love the idea and I’m sorry if I went a little off the topic of the request💞 I would have finished this yesterday but tumblr deleted my work :,(

I did take on a little more calm approach to the stories so please feel free to request again for anything more specific!

Foreign affairs faction

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Clavis can’t help but burst out laughing when he first saw the girl; giggling about “Is there no pure hearted adults left in Rhodolite?

His interest was peaked however at Sariel’s choice of Belle. This meant that Clavis became Belle’s unofficial guide for the first weeks of her stay.

It wasn’t very long until Belle realised how much Clavis loved to prank his brothers and now her (his newest victim). He loved how the girl could get so bratty and chaotic at times, she was simply so entertaining!

Belle endured the whole list of Clavis’ pranks. Potholes, jumpscares, eating cupcakes with horseradish in them (twice) and the list goes on.

It wasn’t until one day that Belle simply had enough. She screamed at Clavis to leave her alone before slamming the door of her bedroom in his face. It was only a couple seconds later that Clavis’ grin turned to a frown, slowly walking away from the girl’s room.

A couple of days went by without Belle seeing Clavis. It was strangely quiet. No pranks, no laughing and definitely no jumpscares. She started to miss the purple haired man’s light hearted pranks and contagious laughter.

Obviously Clavis hadn’t disappeared, he had to make sure that Belle was safe and comfortable so he watched from afar.

Shreds of colourful paper, markers and washitape sprawled all over the Belle’s bedroom floor. She laid on fluffy cotton rug, kicking her feet in the air as she doodled a drawing of a very familiar purple haired man in the decorated page. It wasn’t long before Belle caught a whiff of vanilla surrounding her and the sound of the door closing caught her attention. She looked up to see Clavis carrying a plate of heart shaped cookies, placing them on the ground next to Belle before plopping to lay down next to her. He started to rip pieces of coloured paper too, sprinkling glitter on every surface of that once white page. Clavis’ paper soon filled with messy handwriting, clumsy drawings and too much glitter and stickers to count. The girl couldn’t help but laugh “I didn’t know you knew other languages!”. Clavis simply chuckled “Clavese is the mosy rare language in the world! Only two people understand it. You can be the third.” Clavis didn’t have to finish his words as the girl’s eyes glistened with excitement and her head nodded quickly.

Chevalier was the most displeased. As you can imagine.

Chevalier had shown no interest in the new Belle. Since she was a teenager, Chevalier saw her as incapable. Going out of his way to ignore her, but Belle wasn’t giving up that easily . She followed Chevalier sometimes, or simply watched as he finished his work for the day.

The new Belle always remembered to ask about his day, if he remembered to eat and even bought cookies that Yves helped her to make for him. If he ‘forgot’ to eat, he would get an earful of why eating was important (as if he was a mere child who didn’t understand the importance of eating).

Chevalier admired the new Belle’s courage to scold the Brutal Beast over things so minor and soon he felt a weakness sprouting in his icy heart. His weakness being her.

He enjoyed how her voice filled the usually cold air of the faction’s office, her giggles and deep analysis over very minor things. She was the only one Chevalier allowed to ramble to him if she so desired.

He trusted her to invite her to his own private library, watching her curious eyes linger on the golden lettering of each book. Books about politics, romance, plays, novellas, poems and much more littered the shelves of the room. This was part of Chevalier’s little world that he was willing to share with Belle.

However, Chevalier didn’t allow Belle to slack at her new job. In fact, he made sure she did all of Sariel’s homework and read the books assigned to her. Sometimes coming into her room with an icy glare which told Belle all she needed to know.

The bright moon was covered by grey fluffy clouds, rays of its light peaking through the ashy curtain. The pink bedroom was dark, only the light of the brightest star shining through to illuminate its light on the yellowed pages of Chevalier’s book. Belle sat on the floor under the window. Earlier the same day, she had expressed her desire to want to understand Chevalier better; wanting to see the world through his eyes. She had asked the man to train her with a sword but she only got a glare in response. Therefore she had taken the liberty to take steal a book of his from his private library. It wasn’t anything she would normally read but it was the first book she grabbed. Her eyes were glued to the page, reading each word intently with furrowed brows. “Draconian? What does that even mean?” She muttered angrily; so focused on the stolen book that she didn’t realised her door was open revealed a tall blonde man standing in its frame. It was only when she heard a noise that sounded oddly like a snort that she looked at the doorway. Her eyes widened but before she could muster an excuse, Chevalier beat her to it and spoke with a small smile-

“Try reading a book written for your age.”

Luke made sure she was protected. I mean, you can’t blame him. A young girl having to live in a dangerous palace? THE SAME YOUNG GIRL THAT IS BELLE AS WELL?? He knew he had to do everything possible to make sure she was safe.

Imagine his happiness when the new Belle confessed her love for food and honey! That was the moment that really brought the two together.

Belle found the way Luke attracted animals as fascinating, trying to bring him to the woods to lure any cute animals or just have a look at them up close.

Due to this, Belle had taken a hobby of drawing the animals she saw around Luke and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. She knew she had to work hard if she wanted to achieve her goal.

Luke tried his hardest to support Belle with her studies assigned by Sariel. He went as far as trying to study with her but ultimately failing and convincing her to take a nap outside instead.

When she told Luke about how she wanted to learn more about animals, he was very delighted. Due to his talent of attracting them, Belle learnt a lot about all kinds of forest animals.

It was a calm summer afternoon. Bees buzzed from one blooming rose to another, collecting pollen for their hives. As the bees were busy, Luke and Belle were doing quite the opposite. The two laid side by side under a tall oak tree, resting in the shade as if Belle wasn’t supposed to be in one of Sariel’s lessons right now. The golden beams of sunlight peered through the leaves, the sun directly on Belle’s cheek leaving a warm kiss on her skin. They weren’t the only ones resting under this tree however as earlier that day a dog had followed Luke to the palace. The big dog had chosen to spread its shaggy body and large paws on Belle’s lap, making her unable to get up even if she wanted too. “I had this weird dream where I was a bear and you were a bear too” the [H/C] girl began “We were in a cave and I was really cold. But you came and hugged me! I felt much better” she smiled at the sweet dream and Luke couldn’t help return the smile. It was times like these were life felt the way it should; Simple.

Nokto tried to stay away, mostly because of his reputation. He was fine with Belle and engaged in quick chit chat with her but nothing too long.

That was until he was strolling through the Rhodolite gardens when he heard soft crying. He simply couldn’t ignore the sound which led him to find Belle crying on a bench on the far right of the palace.

The 7th Prince sat on the bench with Belle, saying with his usual grin for her stop crying and smile. Belle simply looked up at the man before turning her head away, mumbling that he wouldn’t understand.

After a while of silence, Nokto asked more sincerely. “What’s going on?”. That was when the new Belle started to explain how, while she was happy to be Belle, she had to leave all her friends and family behind. She missed them and fortunately Nokto knew something about missing family.

“They’ll be there when you come back, no need to cry now”.

That day forwards, they started to talk more before kind of became inseparable. Just like twins, communicating by pulling silly faces across the round table or bickering over the best flavour of pie.

Nokto liked Belle’s chaotic personality, he enjoyed picking small fights and such. One of their favourite activities being chasing one another. Loud laughter filling the halls as Belle fell victim to Nokto’s tickling.

It was only when Nokto realised how close they became when he started to laugh. Belle had started to pick up on some of his habits like calling Chevalier ‘King Highness’ and trying to outfox Sariel (unfortunately that didn’t work). He was happy because she was happy.

However sometimes there were moments where no laughter was heard, no smiles shared and no trance of joy between the two.

Quiet steps filled the air of the palace, the sneaky fox trying to escape the place before a small voice stopped him in his tracks. “Nokto!” The voice called out. Nokto turned slowly to the voice, the red moon’s light casting his face in its bloody glow. A moment of silence passed before the cream coloured marble echoed loud clicking from Belle’s hard shoes which she had put on just a minute prior. When she reached the white haired man, the young girl wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. The Prince’s whole body tensed before relaxing and hugging the girl back. No words were needed to make them both understand. She simply had a nightmare, he simply had to stay.

Not proofread and I’m thinking of making a masterlist. Anyways,I hope you enjoyed!! Goodbye my Doves 🕊️

If you like my work, feel free to requests!

[profound-bouquetbird]

you don't have to write this, just a request so yk,

if possible could you write Alador Blight x Reader smut?

specifically that Alador and Reader have been friends since hexside and at some point reader maybe suggests Alador take a break from work?

honestly it makes me a bit red to request but it's similar to "say no to this" from Hamilton

So yea :') take creative liberty if you wanna write this, you don't have to tho

have a nice timezone writer !!

Well damn- of course i will write this! Thanks for the lovely request anon!

Edit: I AM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I FORGOT I HAD IT IN MY DRAFTS 😭 😭 😭

I have never written smut in my life, i just read it so this shall be interesting

Here are some words that you my need for this fanfic: y/t = your track, h/c = hair colour

Alador Blight x afab!reader (they/them pronouns)

Warnings: smut

Contains: oral (m receiving), a bit of hair pulling, afab reader

Minors dni

Enjoy

It all started with two young Hexside students, one was in the abomination track, a kid named Alador, and the other in y/t, A kid named y/n, they were good friends, maybe even had crushes on one another, but both of them were too shy to ask the other out

Alador soon cought feeling for another girl and in the future they got married and had three children, but his love for y/n never seemed to disappear, and that created deep regrets

When the collector showed up and changed everything, he got to see his first lover again upon teaming up with Edalyn

"hey Alador! We accidentally broke one of your abomination creation, can you fix it?" Eda said as she walked in to the base

"of course Edalyn." Alador said as he went towards the entrance and picked up the broken abomination

"oh and before i forget y/n wanted to talk to ya." Eda said as she walked away, Alador seemed to not hear what she said and walked over to his workshop

He dragged the abomination in to the workshop and slammed the door behind him, locking it so that no one would bother him

"uhh, hello." A voice was heard behind him, he quickly turned to see y/n sitting on the desk

"y/n? What're you doing here?" He asked as he walked over to you, the tips of his ears turning a light pink

"just wanted to check in on you, you seemed kind of distant lately." They said as they got off of the desk

"I've just been busy." He states as he walked over towards the desk, pulling the brocken abomination creation with him

"with what?" They asked

"things." He answered

"well i could help you with those things." Y/n said as they looked at Alador, wiggling their eyebrows. Alador turned bright red as his pants seemed to be tighter than before

"so what can I do?" They asked as they pulled a chair next to Alador and sat down

"well for started you can screw these bolts on to this metal chest plate." He said as he took the chest plate off of the abomination and gave it to you

"that's not the only thing I can screw." Y/n mumbled, but Alador heard it, his pants tightened even more

They worked together on the chest plate, but Alador's pants never seemed to loosen up

"you good there?" Y/n asked, seeming to notice Alador's sweating

"yup- just fine." He breathed out

Y/n raised their eyebrow but shrugged it off and continued to work

Soon y/n was done with their part of the chest plate and they decided to check out Alador, i mean who wouldn't?

Untill they spotted it

Alador had a tent in his pants, they smirked

"oh so that's why you're sweating." Y/n said, Alador's face turned red as he just ignored y/n ad continued to work, thinking they would drop it

"well you could have just asked for my help." Y/n said s she got up from the chair and kneeled down in front of Alador

His eyes widened as he looked down to see you smiling innocently at him

"may i?" They asked

"please do." Alador breathed out

Y/n smirked and started to unzip his pants and pull his underwear down

Alador gasped as his length sprung up

Y/n grabbed his length as she started to pump him, he panted as y/n's movements quickened, they put their lips on his tip and slowly circled it with their tongue

Alador grabbed the table tightly as he bit the sleeve of his coat as to not make any noise to alert the others

Y/n slowly started to push his length down thier throat as alador bit harder on his sleeve, panting heavily

Y/n giggled seeing his reaction and that sent vibrations up his shaft as he groaned and grabbed y/n's hair and pushed them down his dick

They gagged but continued their motions, Alador's hand still in between their h/c hair

Alador felt as if he was going to explode, his dick pulsating in y/n's throat, but before he could finish y/n pulled away from him

"w-why'd you stop?" Alador panted as his and left their hair

Without a word y/n stood up and sat on Alador's lap, catching him by surprise

"though I'd try something else, but i have to have your consent of course." They claimed, smiling innocently

Alador rolled his eyes as he stood up and put y/n on his work desk, y/n's eyes widened as he tugged at their pants/ skirt/ whatever you're comfortable with, looking lustfully in their eyes

They smiled lightly as they nodded and alador quickly took their pants/ skirt/ whatever you're comfortable with off withe their underwear

"well someone's needy." They teased, propping themselves on their elbow's, alador groaned as he slowly started to insert himself inside of y/n' wet heat

They moaned as alador put a hand over their mouth

"Quiet they might hear us." Alador whispered, they nodded as they grabbed a clean cloth near them and tied it to heir mouth, bitting on it, getting alador a bit more turned on, but he wasn't going ti admit that of course

As he slid himself all the way in he gave y/n time to adjust before rocking them back and forth at a snow pace

Y/n's needy moans were muffled my the cloth as they barely mumbled something and pulled at Alador's coat, signaling him to go faster

He sighed and went a bit faster as their muffled moans became more frequent

Alador being lost in pleasure began to speed up a little more ad he quietly moaned and groaned in to y/n's ear, they squeezed his coat as their tight heat tightened even more around him, slowly but surely y/n was feeling a knot tighten in their stomach, they released with a moan as Alador groaned he thrusted harder in to them, making them whimper and moan as they grabbed on to Alador, feeling weak after their orgasm

Alador's thrusts became more sloppy, y/n knew he was about to finish and with one final thrust alador pulled out and came on their stomach

They both planted as alador reached and untied the cloth around y/n's mouth

"we better clean up before anyone sees us like this." Alador stated as he pulled away from y/n's grasp

"I'll get you a towel and clean clothes." Alador said as he out his pants on and unlocked the door to his workshop, leaving it and closing an locking the door behind him

"seems like you had a fun time." A voice was heard, he turned to see Eda

"Edalyn! Were you listening in on us?!' he panicked

"yeah thought you were gonna talk crap about me or something but instead i got free porn audio that i will use to blackmail you." Eda said as she waved a scroll around that showed a voice recording

"Edalyn, don't. you. dear." He said

"catch me if you can!" She yelled as she got on owlbert ad flew away

"Edalyn."

Hope you liked this story sorry if it is a bit cringe, i mean it is my first time writing smut sooo

But again hope you like it and i hope you have a great rest of your day

Byeeeeeee

[ggumiui]

Heeyyyyyyy gumi it’s me Magpie here to ask you some things because you’ve been good this year and Magpie Claus is gonna make u some art

I know for the various doodles and art I’ve been making so far I’ve basically winged it and just gone off the descriptions in the story, but I would like to make some ref sheets for some of the characters and I NEED KEY DETAILS AND STUFF so if you could be so kind to tell me some stuff you would like the characters to look like, like accessories and scar placement and maybe if the characters have pointed ears that kinda stuff

Magpie!! Oh my god! I wish I'd seen this sooner! Oooh! I have so much to say regarding their appearances. Although I'd definitely begin with, please still feel free to have creative freedom! I love seeing your art after posting chapters, whether the design is of your own or closer to mine, I absolutely adore it either way! So don't feel restricted by anything. You've definitely gotten it down to a T though haha When it comes to 'pointed ears, etc' there aren't actually any other sub-species/hybrids other than avians in this universe, as they are creations solely of the Watchers. Not to say people can't be born without little funky attributes such as those though! Grian and Pearl are twins here, so their appearances do resemble each others a lot. Such as the same hair colour, dirty blonde, and facial features. I am sorry to say that Grian unfortunately is not a glasses wearer in AMDB 😔 purely because of lore purposes and him being 'perfect' it wouldn't fit. I still love glasses Grian <33 Cuteguy right now simply dons a red hoodie and grey knee-length shorts. His 'void covering' is the consistency of a liquid and can change how much of his face is being covered. This will be spoken more on in future chapters! And I might have to come back to Cuteguy a little later as.. spoiler alert.. he will actually be getting a suit hahaha not stuck in those borrowed clothes forever. Oh no this is getting long... apologies 😭 Scar's clothes are pretty consistent, button up shirts (never fully buttoned) and whatever jeans work best lol. He's a simple artist. His hair is just a mess kinda.. lmao I've described it before to a friend as "He cuts his own hair, but he can't see the back so he just leaves it and hopes for the best." He's just left with a mullet that has a mind of its own. There's a very special detail about his accessories you'll find out in chapter 10 though 👀 EDIT: Oopsie.. coming back to make a little edit as I forgot to mention his scar placement!! He has a jagged one across his nose bridge, shorter on one side than the other. A large one down his jaw and extending to his throat a little. A cross, or in other words, the shape of an 'X' between his hair part on his forehead. Grian mentions this in ch6! And finally for visible ones, a large one resembling an explosion on his collarbone, back of neck and back. Across his body he has many overlaying each other as well. Some on his hands and espeically his palms/fingers. Basically you can give him as many or as less as you'd like hahaha Hawkeye, I didn't devle too much into his design! I wish I could explain more into him but that would be spoilers :( He has a lot coming for him. His main details are that he wears archer equipment: a quiver, chest guard, arm guard and glove! But his suit is pretty much just DDVAU inspired except no short-shorts since I'm going for less comedy aspect and more action style! Oh how I miss those short shorts lol The only key detail with Mumbo is his hair, it reaches about his collarbone. I call him the 'Hippie band guy' in my head because that's just how I picture him after the buttercups in S9 lmao If there's anything else you're curious about please ask away! And again, even with this info you are entirely able to just ignore it lol! I love seeing your art and even without the 'canon' designs I would love it just as much, if not more! Thank you so much <333 And some exciting news, I took an unannounced hiatus for personal reasons but I'm finally able to get back into the swing of things. In other words, you can expect Chapter 7 soon! Also working on Chapter 8 at the same time so I can begin a weekly schedule finally Thank you for your patience <3

[artemispt]

Tagged by @mclarensangels @insilanar and @soupra. Thank you 💕(sorry if I forgot someone! I'm struggling to keep up with tag games, but I love being tagged ❤️)

Rules: color stuff that applies to you and then tag your friends

Appearance:

i'm over 5'5" // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // I have had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don't often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards.

Hobbies and talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks.

Relationship:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online.

Aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season.

Miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs.

The purple non-bold options it depends. i have one or more piercings - does the normal lobe ones count? Then I had 2 (one on each ear), but some years ago I started not wearing earrings and now maybe the hole closed? idk, I still didn't try put some earrings on. / i don't often smile - at work yes. outside work no. / i enjoy singing - only in the shower or when the vacuum cleaner is on. / I have read a new book series this year - fanfics count? 🙈 / i enjoy hiking on nature paths - if it's too steep, I'm afraid of falling. / i can drive a stick-shift - I have a drivers license, but I don't drive. Tagging (sorry if you have done this already and please feel free to ignore it): @underatedwords @justdimaprops @c2-eh @jolandax13 @safetycarlando @forza-carlos-sempre @fopzaferrari @fandomchaosposts @ehcahache @carlando @paris-roubaix @landinrris @box-box-blorbos @sainzjpeg @lapdeleted @cookie-mj ok I'll stop tagging people 😂 If you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged ❤️

[rebzyyx-headmatebuilding]

Hi! Could we get a matching (sorta) duo of Empires SMP s2 Scott and Empires SMP s1 of Jimmy (Solidarity)? Feel free to be as canon-divergent as you want, but we'd like a lot of color-related ids (please go absolutely wild) for Scott and in general have them be kind of opposites? if that makes sense. 100% okay if not and ty in advance! :D

would also like them to both be nonhuman in some fashion!

Ahhh!! Flower Husbands, I love that duo :3 This was lots of fun to do!! Ignoring the fact I forgot to save once and had to redo everything I worked on,,, ;-;

I tried my best to incorporate the whole opposites thing!! It was a bit difficult...

As always, feel free to change or remove anything!!

Names ; Scott, Smajor, Chroma, Chetan, Aurelio, Nalin, Iris

Nicknames ; Scotty, Che, Relio, Nal, Aure

Age ; chrono28, transAgeless

Pronouns ; He / They / Llama / Colour / Bow / Rainbow / Fauna / Cloud / Chrome / Iridescent / Leather / Mix / Paint / Red / Orange / Yellow / Green / Blue / Purple / Pink / White / Black

Genders ; Transgender, Mufuenagender, Androgynous, Pleruboy, Faunian, Pangendermin, Boyspike

Xenogenders ; Vibrantpaintic, Sentiensoric, Crystalgender, Sourcandygender, Swirlygender, Patchboy, Timesacrific

Sexuality ; Achillean, Gay,

TransIDs ; transColourfulBlood, transRainbowBlood, transRainbowFreckles, transFullBodyFreckles, transRoyalty, transGemstoneEyes, transWinged, transGemHybrid, transLlamaHybrid, transAntlers, transSeamstress, permaCursed, transLoser, transBaker, transColourfulSkinPatches, permaMakeup, transAFAB, transSentientAccessory, transDelusional ( He likes talking to objects / animals and believes he should be delusional for that ), transSunPerson

CisIDs ; ADHD, Feathery Tail, Pointy Ears, Pale Skin, Heterochromia, Cursed, Elf, Adventuruer, Facial Freckles, Llama Therian

Roles ; Exolorer, Map Maker, Skill Holder, Hyperfixation Holder, Artist, Infrequent Fronter

Source ; Scott Smajor, Empires SMP s2

Emoji Signoffs ; 🌈💐, 🌈🧭, 💎💀, 🦙🌈

Names ; Jimmy, Cod, Solidarity, Fischel

Nicknames ; Jim, Timmy, Codfather

Age ; chrono30

Pronouns ; He / It / Thxy / Shx / Sea / Water / Cod / Fish

Genders ; Libramasculine, Pixelgirl, Aboy, Femache, Nixavire

Xenogenders ; Creauterelle, Genderocean, Hydroneric, Waterwebic, Moonwaterine, Sharkwagstimmic, Hipwagstimmic, Legstimmic, Gigglestimmic, Tongueclickstimmic, Wootwootstimmic, Lovestimmic, Aromarain

Sexuality ; Homoromantic, Biaesthetic, Omnisexual ( Male Pref ), Enbian, Aquarian

TransIDs ; transTics, transHigherBeing, transConfident, transHarmed, transPiercings, transGreenTongue, transGreenEyes, permaSwimming, transAutistic, transMasking, permaBandaged, transBioluminescent, transMoonPerson

CisIDs ; Fish Hybrid, Cod Fins, Blond Hair, Freckles, Scale Patches, Sharp Teeth

Roles ; Social Manager, Awkwardness Holder, Special Interest Holder, Soother, Symptom Holder, Frequent Fronter

Source ; Jimmy / Solidarity, Empires SMP s1

Emoji Signoffs ; 🐟🍃, 🐟🟢

[hearted-anon]

Discord. (580 words)

I met a cat once, the cat was a stray. Orange, bright fur that made it stand out with brown eyes akin to the earth's fertile soil, with a white underbelly to represent its pure intentions. It was friendly to all, and loved playing with anyone it met. Never would it pass up a chance to get as many head rubs as it could or get the tasteful delight of tuna and treats whenever an old lady walked by. I always saw a certain woman who came to feed it, it meowed in delight whenever so. It often lurked around the cleaner's shed, next to the carpark, curling up calmly under the bicycles or where the cleaners rested. Other times, it rested on the ledge of the carpark where vehicles parked, taking a peaceful nap or grooming itself to perfection.

It meowed happily whenever I walked by to pet it, brushing against my leg with a smile I couldn’t see. But it radiated warmth, and stared blankly and quietly whenever I left. Never would it refuse my visits, running up to me the moment I crossed the small road from the pathway to the cleaner's shed, endless choruses of noises came from it till I replied back with a sound of my own, as if it thought I was a lifeless body. Even the cleaner's knew me by the time I came by the fourth time that week, the cat ignoring the bashful chats in the background as its tail swayed happily, watching my keychains clang against my wallet with a hypnotised gaze.

Then came school, as if the hourglass flipped, my time came shorter and shorter to the cat with each visit, its cries growing fainter in the distance with my mind clouded with worry. Had I forgot something? Did I miss a deadline? What if I'm late?! My mind ran wild with thoughts, drowning it all out with the music that blasted angrily into my ears. If only I could notice the longing eyes that I felt bore into me, faded into the morning breeze that blew soon after as I ran off into the distance, awaiting my friends.

Why was it so quiet now?

There were no more greetings at the other side of the road, no longer did I see the pumpkin coloured fur that excitedly greeted me whenever I walked pass. No longer did I feel my heart swell with pride as fur brushed against my calf, no longer did I see ears twitch and tail wagging when the sounds of paper plates shift along with ravenous chewing. I stared blankly under the bicycle, now the carpark that laid dormant, not a single piece of cat hair insight. Maybe if I had stayed a little longer, ignored my restraints for time a little while more, held back on the music's volume, I would've notice the soft coughing that grew louder with each passing day, the black and red bloody spot under its eye too. I wept quietly as I trekked away, numbly clinging onto the fish bait of hope it would still be around, just another night. Another night where the moon would shine its glimmer of light down on us, where I could feel its soft fur one last time, and comfort its cries as it struggled to walk.

Maybe it crossed the road, the rainbow road. I miss you discord, please don't go, I know you're there.

-I met a stray cat once.

[americannslytherinn]

i don’t miss you, i miss the misery

Ship: Werewolf!Severus Snape x Sirius Black (Hateship)

Word Count: 1372

Summary: To explain the AU a bit, James didn't save Severus from following Remus into the Shrieking Shack and Remus attacked him, but Severus managed to survive the ordeal. Dumbledore provided Severus with a safehouse after he graduated while Remus was carted off to Azkaban sometime after, and James and Sirius walk free. This fic takes place between graduating from Hogwarts and Severus returning to Hogwarts as a teacher, basically pre-James & Lily's deaths. Sirius appears on Severus' doorstep to announce Remus' capture and to seemingly apologize for treating him so horribly... one can imagine how that turns out.

🗡️NO TERFS NO BIGOTS NO PROSHITTERS🗡️

It was late autumn in the Scotland woodlands, on the cusp of winter, a thin layer of frost covering every dead leaf and frozen trail. The cold crept into Severus Snape’s cabin, even when he kept it as hot as he could stand it without burning the place down. Even upon contracting lycanthropy, his blood continued to run cold. Still, that was the only thing he felt remained the same, besides the solitude. That night in the Shrieking Shack back in Hogsmeade had upheaved his life beyond words. He didn’t know what had happened to those involved that night, and he preferred to keep it that way. Dumbledore had found him his safehouse, and he was convinced that was where he would stay for the rest of his days. It seemed not even the Death Eaters could reach him here, though he swore he had seen Lucius combing the woods some evenings.

Buried in three sweaters, his cloak, heavy pants, thermal underwear, a lengthy scarf, and two pairs of fingerless gloves, Severus tended to his fire, poking at the logs and feeling the warmth on his pale face. His muscles stilled, hair standing on end, ears prickling as he thought he heard a knock at the door- he knew he heard a knock at the door. He could smell them, too. Sweat and musk and oils on their skin, the dirt under their nails, but stronger yet, plain soap and… pomade. He was torn between throwing the door open and thrusting his wand forcefully at who he knew was out there, and simply ignoring it altogether. Unfortunately, the knocker wasn’t patient, and pounded on the door a second time, shaking it in its frame. Severus could make out a muffled yell.

“I’m knocking because I’m trying to be polite- don’t make me blast down the door, because I will, Snivellus!”

Full of rage in the blink of an eye, Severus rose from where he crouched before the fireplace and whipped his wand out of his pocket, yanking open the door. “How did you find me?” He growled.

Before him stood Sirius Black, tall, well-built, and horribly, deceitfully handsome. “I asked Dumbledore. They locked up Remus.”

Chest still heaving, Severus blinked, realizing how tired and lost Sirius looked. He kept his wand pointed at his chest, hand steady.

“Azkaban,” Severus said it aloud to confirm it for himself. “If anyone should be locked away it should be you and James Potter!”

“I know.” There was a hard glint in Sirius’ eyes and his jaw locked slightly as he admitted this. “May I come in?”

Colour rose in Severus’ face as he began to splutter in disbelief. “You- you really- after- what- who do you- Come? In??” He spat, his wand hand jerking forward almost of its own accord and angry sparks flying from the tip, missing the hem of Sirius’ travelling cloak by inches.

“May I please come in?” Sirius pleaded through gritted teeth before holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers. “It’s getting a bit nippy out now that the sun’s gone down, Snape, and I forgot my gloves.”

“The gall of the Black family knows no bounds,” Severus hissed as he reluctantly stepped aside, his eyes not wavering from Sirius for a second. “What?! What could be so important, besides telling me your so-called friend received what should’ve been your downfall, that you need to violate my home with your presence on tonight of all nights?!”

Sirius entered the cabin and closed the door behind him, pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering something… something that almost sounded apologetic. It was such an odd noise to come from the man before him that Severus faltered, lowering his wand slightly.

“What?”

“I said I’mf… sfrrfymf…” Sirius mumbled, trailing off again and refusing to look him in the eye. Severus opened the door again.

“If you’ve nothing to say, get. Out.”

“Severus, I’m sorry I goaded you into going after Remus!” Sirius barked, still not looking him in the face. A shiver ran through Severus’ body as he slowly closed the door again. His eye twitched as he stared ahead.

“You’re lying to my face.”

“I’m not! I was stupid, it was stupid, I didn’t understand--”

“You understood full well that I would be maimed if I went into that house. If I had died, my blood would’ve been on all of your hands. James and you and Remus, the whole damned lot of you.”

“I should’ve taken Remus more seriously!”

“That you should’ve, Black. You were a terrible friend amongst terrible friends.” Severus sneered, relishing in the fact he could insult Sirius in this state, yet he still did not trust that the man was entirely remorseful. It had not been that long ago that this all had happened, after all, and Sirius seemed very set in his path. So desperate to shake off the name “Black” that he did not care who he hurt along the way.

“I know,” Sirius wrung his hands. “I haven’t slept since I saw it in the papers… Remus’ sentence, I mean.”

“Did it take his wrongful imprisonment to shock you into reality, Black?” Feeling more powerful than he ever had while being in the same room as one of his tormentors, he couldn’t help himself. With a passionate thought and a subtle twitch of his wand, Sirius suddenly flew into the air, hung upside down by his ankle by an invisible force. He yelped in fear while Severus’ breathing quickened in excitement. “Do you see how it feels, now?”

Sirius struggled in the air, red in the face. “Put me down Sni- Snape! I’m trying to be nice, please, give me some credit!”

“Nice? Don’t kid yourself…” Severus spoke disgustedly as he settled into his armchair, bemusedly eying Sirius’ floating body. “You haven’t a nice bone in your entire body.”

“I could say the same for you.” Sirius’ face grew dark as he glared down at him. Suddenly, Severus was back on his feet.

“Only because you and your friends exacerbated what problems I already had! You didn’t give me a chance to be ‘nice!’ Even Lily…” He froze, choking on his own breath, eyes bulging. Silence, aside from the crackling fire, descended upon the cabin like a wake of buzzards upon a carcass as Sirius and Severus shared a long stare. For the first time that evening, Severus’ hands began to shake, and his sense of power began to diminish.

“You’re not wrong, you know,” Sirius finally spoke after a moment or two. “But really, whose fault was it that the two of you fell apart? She tried to show you kindness, expecting the same in return, but you couldn’t even handle that.”

Severus settled back down into his chair, still silent.

“Maybe we’ve both been daft this whole time.”

“Watch your head.”

“What--?”

Suddenly, Sirius came crashing back to the floor, landing on his back and knocking the air out of his lungs. Severus watched him lazily as he slowly resumed a standing position.

“I don’t accept your apology. I don’t trust you. And I certainly don’t feel like ‘bonding’ over mental instability, Black.” Severus stood once more. “In fact, I believe you’ve only come here because they carted off your boyfriend and now you’re looking for another emotional support werewolf to fill the void and, forgive the expression, lick your wounds.”

Subtly, Sirius swallowed as Severus continued. “I now ask you, as kindly as I can, to fuck off and never bother me again.”

“I suppose I can tell you then that it was Lily’s idea for me to visit you in the first place.”

Severus’ eyes blazed with fury and a loud bang filled the room, along with a flash of light and a wooshing sound that passed within seconds. When the light cleared, Sirius Black was nowhere to be seen, having clearly apparated from the scene. Instead, there was now a large, black scorch mark on the opposite wall, where Severus’ hex had missed.

“Blast it all…!” He snarled and kicked out angrily before swearing as his foot connected with his coffee table, gripping it and hopping up and down for a moment. How I hate that man.

[caroline18mars]

A Man On Fire - Chapter 84

All colour drained from her face and she sat there looking all lost, “Harp? Do you want to talk to him..” Jared’s voice barely registered in her head, my own father, the root of all evil in my life wants to see me? She nervously bit her paint stained nail. “She’ll call you back, Arno..ok talk to you later” Jared disconnected the call and looked at the trembling, nailbiting other half of his heart. “Babe..” his hand reached over the table “calm down, he’s awake and doing a lot better..” his long fingers caressed her cheek to get her attention, her eyes predicted a hurricane connecting with his. “I can’t do it, Jay..I can’t..it’s not..why? should I?..I don’t know..” she puffed out the words, Jared pushed a strand of her long hair behind her ear “I’m not the one who can or should decided that for you..I’m just as torn about this as you are” he sighed. “Oh great, pffff” she nervously rolled her eyes, “I just can’t make that decision for you, you’re the only one who can truly feel and know all the abuse and grief that man has given you, nobody else..does he even deserve a visit from you? My first reaction would be, hell no, he sure doesn’t deserve you and his talk seemed very cheap over the years, but on the other hand what if he has seen the light and the conversation will be beneficial for you and might chase away some of those ghosts that you dragged along with you all this time?..I really can’t make that decision for you, Coco”. She shuffled back and forth on her chair, he had never seen her so agitated, so restless, all this time the decision had been made for her, her father had made the decision to keep her far away, cutting her off financially and emotionally, depriving her of money, depriving her of her title linked to her last name. And now he pulled the strings a little tighter in the other direction, there was so much doubt, that man either lived up to his title as a diplomat or he was pure evil, one way or the other it was working what he was trying to do.

‘No, you’re right, you can’t possibly make that decision for me..I’m gonna ignore him, enough is enough, can we just go..I need a bit of fresh air” she sighed yet again, already pushing back her chair.

The drive back home was a silent one, her own silence even continued well into the late evening, all day she had been sulking around the house, only to hide in the garden watching the sunset, but her phone wasn’t, this had been the tenth call on her phone that he had let go to voicemail. He grabbed her phone and walked out into the garden where her untouched plate of food of this afternoon was still standing next to her. “Please call your brother, he’s been blowing up your phone all day” he handed her the phone but she looked at it like it was an alien “your phone, you know, that device where you can communicate with people from a distance”. She rolled her eyes “you don’t have to be all sarcastic about it, ” and pouting she took the phone from him, twirling it round and round between two fingers, “I’m not, babe, really I do understand how tough this decision is for you” he ruffled his fingers through her hair and sat down on the sunbed with her “but you’re gonna have to whether you want to or not”.

Harper let her head fall back against the cushion “what about you? What have you been up to all day?” she needed to talk about something else for a change, “the tour, we’re kicking off the last leg in Sydney, Australie soon” he softly said, somehow it hit her hard, in all this turmoil of indecisiveness she felt like she was gonna need him to be with her. Don’t be so goddamn selfish Coco, you brought this all to yourself, you’re not 10 anymore, you’re a grown up who dares to talk to a couple of parents right? Right! “I’ve been so self-absorbed lately that I completely forgot about that, when are you leaving?”, her question struck him, ‘when are YOU leaving?’ not ‘when are WE leaving’? she must have had decided then. “In a couple of days” he bit his lip, what? A few days? He would be gone again in a few days? Stop being so selfish! “oh ok..” she really tried to sound not disappointed “I’ll go call Arno, and you mister, need to go pack your bags, is it winter or summer now over there? Summer, right? Well, make sure to pack your shorts and flipflops then, ok, I’ll go call him”.

By the time she got back inside, the whole house was dark, she quickly looked at the time, it was almost 1AM, with a heavy heart and equally heavy legs she walked up the stairs, here goes nothing..

Warm breath, and her luscious warm body sliding up to his back woke him from his restless slumber, “hey” he rolled over to push a kiss on her lips “so I guess you decided then” he found himself bracing a little. “Yep..I’m going to probably regret this, but I’m going back there and see what he has to say, I don’t want to live with this huge cloud over my head any longer” she sighed, even in the dark he could see her overtaken by emotion, he brushed his lips against the salty tear that trickled down her cheek “I believe it’s the smartest decision, when do you fly over there?” his stomach was in knots, but he had to respect her decision. “Tomorrow..please come with me?” she whispered in his ear while tightening her grip on him, please say yes, please, please, please, I don’t want to go over there on my own, but with the nervous biting of his lip she already had her answer “we’re leaving the day after tomorrow, babe..I’ve got a lot to do still” he hated his touringschedule, he hated himself, he could clearly see the disappointment on her beautiful features.

“I know..no it’s alright, I understand..” she forced a smile and put her head in that wonderful nook of his shoulder, how long would it be until they would see each other again, none of them knew and it didn’t make things easier, “just promise you’ll fly to Australia as soon as you can?! I really want to sign up for the long run with you..” Jared didn’t want to think about being apart again, they had been for too many times and for far too long. “Promise me, Harper..” he quickly said as he didn’t get an immediate reply, “I promise, of course, as soon as we’re done there, I’ll come and see you” she didn’t know when or what but she wanted to make him that promise because she needed a goal to keep her going during the much dreaded upcoming talks. “That’s all I needed to know” he pushed himself up on an elbow and leaned in for a scorching kiss that started hours of passionate lovemaking all through the night.

[merlieve]

For your bridgerton requests, do you write dark obsessive/possessive stuff? If so, can I get a dark!anthony bridgerton x innocent naive!reader and jealousy? (If not, you can just ignore me 🙈 sorry)

training wheels I :: anthony bridgerton x reader

CHAPTER ONE. WHEELS AREN’T EVEN TOUCHING THE GROUND. Fem! Reader. (She/Her). 2k words.

[ Note: I have too many ideas with this prompt, so I made it a series! NEW LAYOUT UPDATED]

Warning/s: Possessive Anthony, Friendzone-d Anthony

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Anthony and [Name] have been friends for as long as they can recall, their fathers met at Oxford, where they finished their studies. When Edmund passed away, [Father’s Name] didn’t take it nicely, he fled the country, but that didn’t stop Anthony and [Name] from writing letters to each other, they always kept in touch. Though this season, [Name] didn’t write back to Anthony.

[Name]’s at the ripe age of eighteen, her family thought she was ready to debut, so her family voyaged back to London to find a husband for her. She was a daughter of a duke and duchess, so she had no problem with rank. She was nervous, her mother had been teaching her about the fine arts and learning different languages to entertain her husband, she didn’t like how she was doing all of this, not for herself, but for her future husband. And because of all of this, [Name] didn’t have the time to exchange regards with friends, whether it’d be Anthony or not.

“[Name], wake up! We’re here,” Beamed [Sister’s Name] as she practically yelled at [Name]’s poor ear. “How long was I asleep for?! I certainly didn’t expect we’d be here so early,” Yawned [Name] while getting off of the black carriage. Her sister and she took a moment to take in the London air that had bestowed upon them. The housekeepers and maids stood on the stairs as they greeted their employers.

“I want to thank you, Eliza, for taking care of our house after all these years!” Gasped [Father’s Name], “Do not thank me, Your Grace, for it is simply my job to take care of your fine home,” Smiled Eliza, the head housekeeper.

“I haven’t seen this house in years! The Deja vû I got,” Sighed [Mother’s Name] as she reflected on her memories when she was a young woman in London. “Hurry up, I can’t wait!” Spoke [Sister’s Name] as she opened the door to reveal their old home, the entryway filled with flowers, and the family colours. “It’s marvellous!” Stated [Sister’s Name], as she smelled the flower next to her, resulting in her sneezing in the process. 

“When you were a baby, you always drew on the wall! Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again,” Winked Eliza to [Sister’s Name]. Eliza was like a second mother to them, she helped [Mother’s Name] put them to sleep, eat, and keep them entertained when their parents aren’t home, [Sister’s Name] may not remember it but [Name] did, she kept in touch with Eliza whenever her mother sends a letter out to the housekeepers.

[Name] ran up to her room in excitement, when she walked in she froze up, remembering the times Anthony and her would play with her dolls while their mothers watch them. Oh, God, she forgot to tell Anthony she was back in London nor did she have the time to. But [Name] decided to surprise him at Lady Danbury’s ball.

The Bridgerton household stayed the same. Hyacinth and Gregory playing in the corridors, Francesca and Eloise minding their own business, Anthony writing on his notepad and Benedict illustrating his future masterpiece. Eloise was reading the new issue of Whistledown that came out this forenoon, sharing her comments to Francesca as rolled her eyes at her sister, though a particular paragraph had caught her eye. 

“The [Last Name]’s are in London!” Beamed Francesca, a smile smeared on her face. Her outburst made everyone stop what their doing. “Oh! How wonderful, we should pay them a visit shall we?” Clapped Violet, “We haven’t seen them in so long,” Everyone started making plans, but Anthony didn’t care for a word they said, he missed [Name] truly, though why didn’t she tell him they were coming back to Mayfair? Did she not want him to know? All these questions flooded Anthony’s mind. “Anthony, may you clear tomorrow for us? I shall write a letter to Daphne to tell her the great news!” Smiled Violet, as she looked at everyone with delight.

Anthony didn’t know why he was angry that she didn’t tell him she was going back to London. He was worried for her that’s all… “Err - yes, mama, I shall,” He nodded in his mother’s direction and left to go to his study, which was filled with notepads and stacks of paper waiting to be signed. He walks over to his desk, showing an unfinished letter he was going to give to [Name], as he looked at it longer he felt pathetic, and Anthony hated that. [Full Name] had Anthony Bridgerton wrapped around her finger and she never knew it.

[Name] was innocent and sinless, so Anthony had no reason to think of her at night. His feelings for [Name] grew each time they wrote to each other. Hell, he forgot what she looked like, and that made him eager to see her again. When Colin was off on his travels, he stopped by to see the [Last Name]’s, and that made Anthony wish he came when Colin offered him to visit [Country Name]. Colin described [Name] was more mature than before, well, it was obvious it had been YEARS since they saw each other. He could only picture her as what Colin described, which made him yearn to see her.

In honour of the first ball of the reason, Lady Danbury embellished the ballroom with flowers of all sorts, and her decorating was divine. Even the Queen commented on this floral set-up. The orchestra prepared an exquisite song as people started dancing in the centre. 

After the song ended, the Bridgertons finally arrived at the venue, Eloise holding on to her dear mama’s arm for her life. She looked very uncomfortable wearing the dress, as she started moving around to find a less itchy spot. “Stop fussing with your dress,” Ordered Anthony, his mind plagued seeing [Name] tonight. “You look lovely, dear,” Complimented Violet, while she looked around smiling. “I look like a prize calf trussed up for auction!” Fumed Eloise stubbornly, Benedict thought it was funny to moo at Eloise in the process. 

“Even Daphne thought most apprehensive at her first official ball and look how well her season turned out,” Scolded Violet, making Eloise change her mind a little… It didn't last long until a gentleman started to approach Eloise, Benedict made an excuse about cakes and left with Eloise, making the gentleman feel disappointed.

It was only Violet and Anthony left. “It truly is a sparse crop,” Complained Anthony, as he looked around the room. “Well, I’m sure there is someone here who would charm you, maybe a specific [Last Name]” Smirked Violet. Anthony looked at her with shocking eyes.

“After all this is the season the Viscount intends to find a wife!” Giggled Violet, emphasizing the wife part, making mamas and debutants look in their direction. “You honestly just did that?!” Whisper shouted Anthony, as he looked at his mother in disbelief. “I believe I did,” Teased Violet as mamas find their way to approach him with their daughters, practically begging for him to dance with them.

“-The Viscount intends to find a wife!” A voice all too acquainted echoed along with the gallery. “My, my, could it be?” Gasped [Mother’s Name], looking at where the noise came from. Aside from the hoard of suitor hungry mamas, she found the right person she was looking for. 

“Well, if it isn’t Violet Bridgerton!” Smiled [Mother’s Name] as she dragged the rest of the family behind her. “Lady [Last Name], what a surprise! I’ve heard about your arrival yesterday, I trust you have settled in?” Chattered Violet, delighted seeing the [Last Name]’s after years. “Why, yes, we have,” - “What brings you back to London? Getting little [Name] out to society I hope?” Inquired Violet, looking at [Name] as she smiled at the young girl. 

“My, how you have grown! The last time I saw you, you were as short as a cotton ball, and [Sister’s Name] you were just a baby when I first saw you!” Cooed Violet, remembering the good memories. “You must be eager to see Anthony again, don’t you? You two were like two peas in a pod! However, he is quite busy,” The [Last Name]’s followed Violet’s gaze on Anthony, looking too overwhelmed with the various ladies beseeching him to dance with them, their mamas following with ‘You must get to know her, she is a great dancer!’. 

Accepting his fate, almost every woman’s dance card is filled with his name on it. Anthony looked around, trying to find a familiar face when he saw someone he knew all too well. He practically rushed, he waited his whole life for this moment. Anthony didn’t care if he hit a person or two, he just had to see her again, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, dreaming about her, and reminiscing about her. There it was… the spark, he knew he had met her. 

“[Name]...” Whispered Anthony, his heart was beating fast and his palms were getting sweaty, he waited for this moment to come, hell, he even visualized it all m his head, [Name] would be lying if she didn’t say she did the same. “A-Anthony?!” Exclaimed [Name], her eyes couldn’t believe her, they both wished they could hug each other without society turning it into a scandal. Anthony looked mature… and deadly attractive, but we don’t talk about that. Anthony swore this was the first genuine smile he made, words couldn’t explain how happy he was. He felt comfortable around her, and she felt the same. Their eyes were filled with tears they refused to let go, 

Anthony had to restrain himself from embracing her. [Name] felt her glass slipping away from her fingers, she didn’t have the time to process what was happening. The sound of glass shattering made people look their way, and [Name] felt embarrassed. “O-Oh… I didn’t mean to,” - “No worries, I’ll get it,” Anthony interrupted, he grabbed the shards of glass with the protection of his gloves. He gave the rest to a nearby butler. “Thank you, Anthony,” Smiled [Name], still feeling small after her incident. “You’re very welcome, [Name]. How wonderful to see you again! It's been too long, hasn't it?” Laughed Anthony, making [Name] giggle with him. “Can’t you believe it’s been years since we saw each other?! You look so… Viscount-y?” 

“Ah, yes, Viscount-y… my favourite word! I make people use it instead of Viscount since it’s too bland and Viscount-y feels very lively,” Anthony jokes, [Name] was glad he never changed over these years. “I guess I should engage in formalities and call you ‘My Lord’?” Asked [Name], she didn’t want to be disrespectful to Anthony’s name, she was used to calling him Anthony all these years. Yet, hearing [Name] call Anthony by his title lightened a flame inside of him.

“No need, you are my dearest friend, you deserve calling me by my first name after all the burden that is me that YOU put up with,” Exclaimed Anthony, taking a sip from the champagne the waiter served.

“Enough about my title, how have you been?” Inquired Anthony, focusing on [Name]. “Life has been great, my mama’s pretty excited with me coming out into society,” Smiled [Name], Anthony felt a ping, ‘so she’s a debutante?’ Anthony thought this was his chance.. but the thought of other people considering her as an eligible bachelorette bothered him, he didn’t know why. 

“Are you alright, Anthony? You look lost in thought,” Commented [Name], looking at Anthony with worried eyes, Oh, don’t get him started with her eyes, her eyes were pure, innocent, angelic-like. “S-sorry, I remembered I have to dance with a few ladies…” Anthony excused, his excuse was true, he forgot everything after he saw [Name], he wanted nothing but to be with her, he wanted to protect her, and he wanted her to trust him enough to let him in.

“Oh… alright! Have a great night, Anthony,” She sounded disappointed, she WAS disappointed, but she shoved it down, knowing they had to part in some time of the night. Anthony hesitantly walked away, looking back at [Name], he didn’t want to leave her, her presence made him comfortable, her scent was lustrous, and she was absolutely delicate. 

Anthony went to one of the women he signed up to dance with, and before the music started, he saw [Name]… dancing with another man. He didn’t know why he was jealous, or why he cared, but nonetheless, the thought of her marrying another man made him sick to his stomach. He thought he was the perfect fit for [Name], they fit together like a glove, not the mention they have been friends when they were both as small as a biscuit. 

Anthony wanted her, she only thought of him as a brother. He knew that she told him before that he was her older brother she never had, and he wanted to change that.

[mari-the-bimbo]

Bodyguard! Megumi: you sneak out at night

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A/N: A quick thank you to @hadiaswiwiw for this idea! Hope you enjoy! <3

Strict parents raise sneaky children right?

You hated that phrase, you hated the idea of disobeying your father and sneaking around. But if your dad wasn’t going to give you the freedom you needed, you’re gonna have to snatch that freedom.

‘Please don’t die, that’d be embarrassing’ you muttered to yourself as you snuck out your window in the middle of the night, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup.

You were surprised you safely reached the ground, but when you did, you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

Did your dad really think that bodyguard Megumi would be able to stop you from going to outings and parties? It’s hilarious now that you thought about it.

Sure, he’s a sorcerer and whatever, but in the end he’s just a human right? Just another human who needs sleep and therefore can’t watch your every move, even if he wanted to!

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a strong flash of light, only to see your friends car’s headlights flashing at you, indicating your new friends were here to pick you up! You giggled in excitement as you entered the car and drove off to the club.

And as you sang along to the lyrics on the radio in your friends car, giggled as you entered the club, danced freely and laughed as you let the colourful scenery of the club and bass booming take over your senses, you truly forgot about your doubts of being caught.

“Having fun?” A deep voice asked in your ear from behind, sending shivers down your spine. The voice was expectant, dominating over the sounds of the bass. You heard it very clearly.

You slowly turned around and looked up at the male who towered over you.

“M-Megumi?” You asked in shock.

There he stood in all his glory, hands shoved into his pockets, black t shirt clinging to his muscles, showcasing his amazing muscular figure. He looked down at you with an unimpressed look.

He leans down to your height again, shoving his mouth by your ear, so you could hear him, “Oi, why are you so quiet now?” he asks, making you gulp.

“I’m staying here” you said stubbornly, completely ignoring his question and standing your ground as you glared at him.

He only stares at you blankly, looking down at you as if you were some bratty irrational child.

“Y/N” Megumi says, grabbing the back of your neck with his large hand, pulling you in closer to him, and spoke in your ear “get in the car now, or I’ll find a way to get you in there” he threatened, making your eyes widen.

“Make me” you sneered back in his ear.

And you swore for a second you saw him smirk, but before you could process it, strong muscular arms wrapped around your legs, hauling you up, making you yelp.

“Megumi!!?” You squeal in surprise as he walks out the club with you in his arms, his face returns to pokerface as he walks to the car.

You tried to protest against it, but he kept hauling you higher every time you opened your mouth, making yours and his faces inch closer.

“How did you find out I was here? I- AH!” You asked but was cut off by the raven haired male who hauled you higher to his face, making you blush and pout in embarrassment.

“Because I’m smarter than you” he replied casually,

Megumi tried hard to fight off the smile creeping up on his face as he watched you squirm and pout in frustration to his reply.

Eventually you gave up, hiding your blushing, red face in the crook of his neck, grumbling about how nosy he was.

“Be thankful I’m not telling your dad you little gremlin”

[goldilockswrites]

Prompts!!! 34 and 35!!! You know my happy ass is gonna sign up for some Ethan x reader. Just comin home from a work event and then hes awake and all sorts of complicated feelings seeing them with worn in hair, smudged makeup from the rain, kicking off shoes. Ahhh soo good!

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Pairing: Ethan Torchio x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes (by @bethanysnow)

Summary: Ethan spots the reader flirting with someone else and reminds her who she belongs to. 

Warnings: Smut in the first part. Mentions of break-up, suicide and death in the second. 

A/N: Hey, guys! As you can probably guess by what’s written here, the last few days have been very hard. This fic (despite not being multi-chapter) is split in two parts. The first part ends with the brown thorn divider (a.k.a. it continues under the cut to the divider which you’ll notice, I’m sure).  The second part, I’d like to dedicate to a person, that I know is highly unlikely to read this (who are we kidding they have probably forgotten about my existence at this point), but to them in case they see this; I forgive you, even if you didn’t keep it safe.  All the love, Axe <3 P.S. I’d love to hear your feedback and see who dared reach under the thorns. :). Please, remember suicide isn’t the answer. 

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There was a playful flare in the way she moved. Her dress - tight and velvet, sat gently upon her skin. A single pearl earring dangled from her right ear. Another record. 

Y/N swayed in the middle of the dance floor, body pressed into a tall, young bloke with golden ringlets. It was lewd.  

Her dim lizard-tinted gaze met his cerulean eyes. They looked good. 

He kept drinking the beer and wine. 

***

Rain slowly leaked through the little gaps in the ceilings of the small abandoned houses that stood, neatly ordered like toy soldiers along the Welsh Streets of Liverpool. It’s cold fingertips traced his arms over the satin shirt; people’s screams fading in the background.

Her hand, clad in silver rings, slid over the canvas fabric of his calla lily-tuft coloured pants. 

- That guy ruffled your feathers, didn’t he? - Voice mimicked the soft gurgling of the cloudburst. He swallowed. Pupils stuck to the car window where raindrops chased to their second death. 

- It looked like you were ready to fuck him. - Spite stitched deep within his unhappy grunt. 

- But I didn’t, did I? - The response was breathy and erotic. Her digits reached the seam of his trousers. He gasped, turning his head to the side. Bursts of green from traffic lights caught his attention. The rest of the car ride was silent as he read billboards over and over again.

***

The wrinkled toxic sticks had a slow creeping smell. Within moments the chemicals invaded everything around them, from a sickly yellow film over their skin to the air in their lungs. He tapped the butt on the ashtray, bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

- It didn’t mean anything. - She left her own cigarette next to his, resting back in her chair. 

- I hope it didn’t. - Ethan took a single step closer to her, hot breath fanning over tattooed collar bone. - But it seems to me you forgot who you belong to for a while there… - Rough fingertips outlined the path of his soft pants. - Didn’t you, puppy? - He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; uttering the last word in a raspy growl. 

- How dare you make me horny at 2 AM? - She did her best to ignore the ache between her legs, standing up and walking back inside. A cotton round, soaked in micellar water traced over her face, removing the small amounts of make-up smeared upon her skin. 

- Oh, honey… - His shirt, now on the floor. - It’s not my fault you get aroused easily, is it?

- I doubt that. - His muscular figure joined her reflection, arms wrapped around her waist. Digits toyed with the plunged neckline, as Y/N gulped from the feeling of his icy pulps. 

- Do you… - He unzipped the gown. Tone, mocking. - doll? - A gasp left her mouth as his hand slipped right above the band of her lingerie, barely making any effort to reach where she needed him most; his fingers climbing up to her bare chest, pinching a nipple, coaxing a shaky exhale. Her head thrown back, resting on his naked shoulder; lower lip clutched between her teeth; eyes closed shut. - C’mon now, lovie, why deprive yourself of looking at how pretty you are, hm? - His hands touched her chin, re-directing her stare to the lit-up mirror. There was still silver glitter left on her eyelids, mouth slightly open. - Do you see how beautiful you are? - Another shaky breath ripped through her as Ethan concentrated on the right bud, paying close attention to the sparkly jewellery that went through it, carefully rubbing circles around it. - Can you tell me how gorgeous you are, baby? Hm? - His bandaged thumb slowly traced the sword inked on her sternum. 

- I am… - The gentle flutter of his digits over the wet spot of her underwear, interrupted her sentence; thoughts wandering away from the sentence she had to utter out. 

- Y/N… - He planted a butterfly-light kiss on her neck. - Will you tell me how hot you are so that I can get on with fucking you?

- I am beautiful. - The man groaned approvingly next to her ear, a single pointer finger slipped in her panties, quickly finding her clit. He gently pressed on the swollen knot of nerves, before slowly drawing loops around it. 

- You are, puppy. - Ethan rasped calmly, yet something animalistic hidden deep within his pitch. - Especially now… - Rose-tinted blush leaked on her skin; making her look like a Renaissance painting, the thin layer of sweat that glistened on his own arms, made him look like a Greek statue, made by the finest of marble. 

- E… - Another low groan tore through her words. - Ethan… - Breaths, heavy; tears of desperation blurring the reflection. - Please… - It almost felt too much, the proximity between them, the magnetic pull. 

- Please what, puppy, huh? - Another digit added brushing through her slit. 

- Can you… - A pathetic whisper replaced her usual speaking voice, as a single finger stretched her open. 

- What, slut? - The drummer swiftly took his hand out of her lingerie, a whine; consequence of the loss. - Use your fucking words. - He groaned by her collar bone. His teeth sunk in her flesh. 

- Fuck me. - The high-pitched squeal ripped through her, making the man tighten his hold on her waist, pushing her to lay down on the white table. 

- Awe, does my little whore want me to pound her? - He traced her spine, the delicate petals that decorated her back, now covered in goosebumps. - I guess I will do just that then. - Breath fanning over her neck. Suddenly his warmth was lost; he bent down, looking for something in the drawer. The all too familiar ripping of a plastic wrapper, making her even more excited. - Are you sure? - Slight hesitation apparent in his timbre as he moved the delicate lace aside. 

- Yes, yes I am. - Y/N stared at his replication with her lips falling open to let out silent gasps. He gently traced her pussy, slowly sliding in. His auburn gaze; now midnight sky with no stars; lifted up, observing her expression. 

- Are you ok? - Ethan gently rubbed her clit, waiting for approval to continue. 

- Mhm… - Knuckles turned ivory as she held onto the edge of the vanity for dear life. 

- Do you want me to stop? - Both his hands tenderly stroked her lower back. - Because if you are in pain or uncomfortable, I will h…

- Babe, I’m fine. I promise. - She looked back at him in the mirror, seeing him relax. His fingertips found their spots on her thighs; something dark clouding his expression once again. This time he slammed in, sinking deep in her cunt; an inhuman sound leaving her lips. Starting off slowly, he thrusted up, making the woman cry out in pleasure. 

- Keep your eyes open, you whore. - Y/N showed him her verdant irises, a new level of twilight creeping upon him. - Who does this pussy belong to? - His tone, ripped through the air like thunder, as he picked up his pace, repeatedly hitting her G-spot. The knot in her stomach only getting tighter. 

- Y-You… - Sweat glistened on her back, the drummer getting a hold of her hair, clutching it tight in a ponytail only pounding deeper in her tight pussy. - I… 

- I know, baby, I know. - The last few thrusts were final for her, a loud moan leaving her mouth. A few more strokes and Ethan let go as well holding himself up, by his hands, clutched around the shiny surface. - Carefully, he pulled out, resulting in a slight wince from the panting girl. - Are you hurt, lovie? - The drummer tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, examining her as if she was a precious porcelain doll.

- No, no I’m fine. - She nodded at him, carefully stepping back to her feet. His arms secured themselves around her naked figure.  

She slowly pushed him away sitting down on the bed. - We need to talk. 

- We do? - Worry replaced the lust. Fear. Toccata and Fugue.

- Look, Ethan. I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distant lately and I really do apologise, because you deserve the world. - She fiddled with the sheets and the peevish waves of devastation ripped through the man. It felt like death creeping upon him, choking the breath from his body and short circuiting his mind.   

- Are you breaking up with me? - His expression stayed still; a small chuckle followed. - Right after we had sex? 

- I- You are the most genuine person I’ve ever met. And, I’m sorry I can’t reciprocate what you’ve put in this relationship, but I really did mean it when I said I’d be by your side forever. Just, I don’t think I can do it romantically. - What was once whole, now shattered; tranquillity turned into a void, the rug pulled from right under the drummer’s feet.

- No, it’s okay. I understand. - He didn’t. He didn’t fucking get where he went wrong.  Love notes. Poetry. Once Y/N told him she found herself at ease while looking at the slope of his handwriting. He thought about her day and night, to the point where she was infused with him. Mentally he cruised through London, knowing this was yet another thing he loved that will slip through his fingers and fly away with her. With each passing second he took another step away, hoping to find something in her eyes; a sign of caring, affection, of love.

- It’s not. I’m a complete fucking asshole. - Stop pitying yourself. You are the one breaking up with me. All she brought was an averted gaze and awkward fiddling. Reciprocated, relationship, romantically. Bullshit. Such words were never a part of her dictionary, they weren’t minutes ago she was screaming his name, or hours ago; she was fishing for compliments. His only "crime" was to not be able to cope with her coldness, with the words she allowed to spill. - If you’re mad I totally get it. - There it was. The last line of her script was delivered. She didn’t even care. She just jabbed a knife straight through his ribcage where the stitches of the previous injury still hadn’t healed, the stitches she promised she would never rip; a wound she would never be the cause of. 

- No, I’m not mad. I get it. -  He had always done his best for her and, even now, he still did. Inadequate as she found the man, this was his best; it was all that was left of a once proud and strong soul; fragments on the floor, scared that the next wind will blow them away. He didn’t yell in her face. Instead he uncomfortably shifted to the chair in front of the vanity where they had fucked just a few moments earlier watching her scramble to collect her shit in the mirror. And still, she didn’t even seem to care. No silvery tears were shed. “My heart isn’t his anymore.” He had said. “I know. I will keep it safe, Ethan. I promise.” It was as if she didn’t just break a pledge. As if she didn't just cut off the only string that kept him alive. As if she never drew him and her walking hand in hand through the park. As if the leather journal didn’t mean anything to her. As if he didn’t matter. And perhaps he didn’t. Perhaps he was just a game for her, a way to pass the time. And now she had slipped out the door. Without a single sound. Thoughts clashed in his head. He took out his notebook and pen and began doing what he knew best after music; he wrote. After the letter was done, shaky hands folded it, placing it on his bedside table. 

***

It was 4AM when he woke up. The sun rose up above the horizon as a promise kept. And somehow when he got up, he felt lighter in the most heavy of ways. As if someone had taken out all his vital organs and he was living on oxygen; just a pair of broken lungs in a patched up skeleton with mole-speckled flesh. In this heartache he refused to see golden light shine, to hear the birdsong, as if the melody can't glide through the air as it once did before. Ethan was turning to ashes. Perhaps he should have dressed differently, said something different. Acted differently. He didn’t blame her for leaving. If he could, he would have too. His hands grasped the rough piece of paper, all his luggage was packed, only her pearl earring left on the floor of his hotel room. And he left it there. Walking down the hall he saw it. Room 137. He slipped the letter underneath hoping to get a response. 

***

She woke up, feeling content. As if she didn’t just lose one of (what she claimed to be) the most beautiful things in her life. Her legs didn’t feel heavy, her chest didn’t have steel setting in it. She felt free. She had freed herself from him. Then she spotted it - the note tucked under her door. Curiosity got the best of her when she opened it and began reading. 

“I didn't lie, I do hate writing letters. And I do hate them exactly because I don't know where to start, how to end, and what will happen once the letter is sent. And especially this... Even if I rehearsed what I wanted to type a thousand times, I wouldn't know where to begin.I don't know what happened. I don't know where I went wrong. I do however know one thing - I don't believe it. You can bullshit yourself and you can bullshit your friends and you can lie that "you cared about me so much you fell out of love", but we both know that is a blatant lie. Real, true feelings don't go away like that, Y/N. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have thrown me away that quickly. I don't blame you. I'm used to being someone's tally mark. I'm used to being a story someone had. And I know I can be either a fairytale or a legend (one of those hideous, terrifying ones), but that doesn't mean I'm ready to let you become a memory. Perhaps, I was just a phase for you, a phase you grew out of, a human you had to go through like a hurricane to improve yourself. To feel better. I get it. You promised me forever and I promised you forever too, but promises can be broken. And they will be. I don't want a forever with you after this. I don't want a forever of being awkward and walking on eggshells. 10.09.2019. A date I'll never forget. Because you made sure I'll never forget it. I still remember how shaken I was. How exciting... John Green was right indeed. People leave scars behind all too often. Thank you, though. Thank you for the scars. They are the ill-favoured consequence of the tragic story we had. 

I'm sorry if I went wrong somewhere. 

I love you. Still. And I know it's pathetic. But I don't care,

Ethan

P.S. I used to be a very different person once. A snobby piece of shit... I mean I haven't changed all that much. I'm still a piece of shit, I guess; however now more pathetic than snobby. Anyway, I used to have a favourite colour and a favourite flower and a favourite city. When I got in my first relationship, I loved black and she knew that so she made sure to get me everything anthracite her eyes would land on. And then she left, and then I decided to pick out a favourite colour for the day to reflect how I feel. And then in my next relationship, my favourite flower was the Zinfandel pink roses outside one of the big shops in the city. And one time, when we were walking home, he picked one for me and gifted it to me. I still have it pressed flat between the pages of my journal. But then he left and now I don't have a favourite flower anymore. And then 2018 rolled around; and before I knew it I was in London for a week, sneaking a pack of cigarettes on the balcony of the small house we had rented, afraid I'd get caught by the landlord. And when I looked up at the night sky, I never thought even for a second that perhaps you were looking at it too. And that perhaps you were just a few streets away, or that I'd ever meet you. I just remember looking at it in awe, knowing that I've never seen the universe so clear, not in Bucharest or New York; I knew London would be my favourite. For a while. And then you appeared. And I don't have a favourite city anymore. Now I truly am rootless.”

The merriment from her eyes showed the scared child within, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved. The cursive along yellowed sheets, drowned in pain, brought her a new high. The best life could offer her was a void, to let her sit in the shadow until she craved the sunlight.

- Hey? - A mewling cat-like tone piped over the phone.  

- He is so pathetic. - Y/N burst out in a fit of laughter. 

- Don’t you talk like that, lovie. - Another distorted giggle.  

- Oh, God, please don’t repeat that ever again. - One more wave of happiness, on the back of someone else’s tears. - Here listen. “I didn’t lie…”

***

“I just got broken up with.” His hands shook as he typed out the message. “Life’s great.” Sarcasm, obvious even through text. “Did she break up with you?” Victoria was quick to type a response. “Of course she did. Hell, if I could I would leave me too. Who wouldn’t, Vic!?” His chequered grey coat felt too tight, back pressed flat against the back of the chair in the random cafe he stumbled in. “I wouldn’t. What did she say to you?” The bassist grew more and more worried. “It doesn’t fucking matter” Spite. He saw in scarlet. “Yes it does.” The woman wandered around the hotel only to find her bandmate, her friend was long gone. A single pearl earring was the only thing left behind in his room. “What matters is I spent years and that wasn’t good enough.” The drummer picked at his chipped nails. “Was she rude?” 317. The blonde ran through the hall. “Worse. She was cold. It sounded over rehearsed. More like an email you send your boss to ask for more sick leave than what you say during a break-up.” The door was wide open. Suite - a ghost town. “I’m sorry.” She really was. “No, I get it. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel hostage. But I’m literally the human version of let me down gently. I don’t have a problem with being left behind as long as it’s done carefully.” For the first time, in a long time, Ethan admitted the truth - that he too was human, with a heart that was as brittle as a thin wine glass. “I’m sure it’s not your fault” Victoria’s encouragement didn’t do anything. “Really!? People who don’t fuck up , don’t get broken up with. Maybe I was too clingy for her... Work does take a toll on my mental health. And when I am back from tour, I am very clingy. Maybe that’s the fuckign reason.” It seemed that he didn’t mind the sting of the razor he was mentally slicing himself with. “Ethan, stop. Do you want to talk on the phone?” Then his expression grew numb. He typed one last text. “No.” 

***

- Do you know where he is? - Damiano paced back and forth around the airport, Thomas right behind him. 

- I have no idea. This is the fifth time I’m calling. No answer. - Victoria’s phone pressed to her cheek, as another one of her calls was left with no response. 

- Excuse me… - The soft voice of their new assistant chimed up behind them. - I just got a call from the hospital. 

- What? - The guitarist’s tone shaky, almost giving out.

- Mr. Torchio… Well, he’s passed. - All their expressions sank. The bassist tumbled back, taking a seat on the nearest chair. 

- No! Tha… That can’t be!? - The singer’s own knees gave out, as he held the completely shattered golden-haired boy in his arms.

- I’m afraid that's what they said. - The elderly woman’s own eyes welling up with bitter tears. 

- No! No! NO! - Amber-haired girl’s feet kicked into the ground. - NO! - Another scream. - I refuse to let him… - Sobs, held her speech hostage. - Him go! 

- Calm down, damn it! - Damiano yelled over her. - Can we go there?

- The car is right this way. 

***

The hallway had as much personality as the rest of the hospital. The floor - slate grey and the walls were dove. Above, the ceiling was made from those polystyrene squares laid on a grid-like frame. The light was too bright for their eyes after the darkening gloom outside. There are commercial prints on the wall. Above every door there was a large plastic sign, dark with white lettering- bold and all-caps. New and spotless. Thomas’ eyes fell to the garish flowers in his hand. “Let’s get a bunch,” he had said, when he saw a man selling them outside the building. “he will need them.” “He’s dead, Thomas.” The bassist chipped at her nails. A sharp nudge from Damiano made her quiet down. 

- Mr. Torchio’s relatives? - A doctor, white gown over his pale turquoise scrubs, came out of one of the plain doors.

- Us. - All chimed in together. His gaze fell to the bouquet of tulips. 

- Mr. Torchio was admitted half an hour earlier. He was found on the edge of “The Golden Gate” bridge by a civilian. - The black glasses pushed farther up his nose. - Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save him. - A second heartbreak. - He had overdosed on painkillers, before being brought in. We did find this note in his pocket. - A yellowed page passed to the shaky hands of Damiano. 

Under the drummer’s long letter Y/N had scribbled down her response. Two  fucking words. “Ok. Bye.” And right beneath that, there was a much wobblier version of Ethan’s cursive. “Tell her to keep the bits of my heart she owns safe. They are the last beating piece of me.”

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n, tommy, wilbur and phil

requested: yes/no

an: part 7 of the great adventures series - a rollercoaster of emotions

warnings: cursing, jokes about death (like the vlog) , didn’t proof read as its 6am sorry for any mistakes

it had been around a week since you last spoke to tubbo, the pair of you got into a heated argument and honestly you didn’t want to be anywhere near the boy. no one heard from you since you and tubbo blocked each other, ranboo would talk to you about how you need to forgive and forget and Tommy would do the same to tubbo eventually you unblocked each other however apart from that it was pretty much useless neither of you were willing to talk to the other person, it was just one of those things that needed time, soon enough you’d be friends again. at least you hoped that would be the case. later that day Wilbur sent you a message asking what time he should pick you up tomorrow not wanting to argue you let him know a time and went off to get ready for the night.

The car ride to Alton towers was pretty quiet the majority of the ride was spent playing random car games like eye spy or singing along to the radio as there was no traffic you got there rather quickly giving you longer in the park. you loved theme parks and Tommy knew this so he took the opportunity to invite you and get you out of the house, he also knew he would need the support. Phil began recording as you all made your way through the park the sky car was first so you could get to the other half of the park Tommy made it pretty clear he wasn’t the biggest fan of this and you and Wilbur didn’t help his cause by discussing the recent crash in Italy that killed a group of people, you pointed out all the rides you passed teasing Tommy whilst Wilbur interviewed him on why he wanted to hit 10 million subs, as soon as Tommy mentioned the girl from college your eyes widened and you sat trying not to laugh as Wilbur and Phil sat telling him to call her. Tommy looked at you trying to get back up but you responded by telling him you want to speak to her.

once off the sky car you stood with an arm around Tommy's shoulders as Wilbur spoke to the girl who you’re hoping is in on it and that they’re not calling up the poor girl unexpectedly. as soon as you were informed that her favourite ride was the smiler Tommy pulled you into a hug hiding his face in the crook of your neck

“Are you serious”

“you’ll be fine it’s the safest ride here...if you ignore the crash”

“y/nnnnn”

the four of you walked around the park looking for an easy rollercoaster as you make your way up to the smiler, the blade caught Wilbur's eye so the three of you made your way whilst Phil decided to stay back to record, you sat next to Tommy reassuring him that he’s going to be fine and how it can’t be that bad as a family with a young child got on the ride after you.

“if I pee myself will you laugh at me”

“yes..actually that’ll make it easier for me”

“Please don’t do that Wilbur”

“only for you y/n”

the ride started slowly however the speed soon picked up you sat laughing as Tommy went on to make references about technoblade and how he’s never going to die. soon enough the three of you began ‘singing’ the lyrics to road trip in an attempt to calm down a little bit. was it working? no. a few minutes later the ride came to an end as you made your way off of the ride you heard a child screaming about how fun it was

“awe”

“how is that six-year-old shouting I loved it”

“are we cowards”

“yes, yes you are”

you made it to Phil first and rambled on about how fun it was before Wilbur and Tommy made it to you both wanting to go home

on your journey to the next ride, Tommy pointed out claw machines and dragged you to them, Phil had a go first and didn’t win the dog Tommy wanted, you had a go determined to win however like Phil you didn’t win

“This is bullshit ill buy you a toy dog”

“Why are you never satisfied”

“Good question”

you walked away from the machines with the others Tommy complained that he was being forced to go on the rides, you pointed at the smiler and Wilbur announced you could all go on that now, the rest of the walk was pretty quiet after that. soon enough you were in the queue to go on duel, you were walking with Phil not realising that Wilbur was currently telling your best friend that he was going to die, the only reason you found out was because Tommy ran up to you asking if he was going to die

“Tommy, no who told you that... Wilbur stop laughing it’s not- it’s not funny”

“y/n you’re quite literally laughing”

you put your finger on your lips and walked off. you sat with Phil so you could have a break from Tommy screaming in your ear as soon as Tommy yelled there were guns the ride began, you weren’t the best at this ride you missed the target a few too many times than you’d like to admit, once the ride was over Tommy made the mistake of laughing about how low your score was you made eye contact with Tommy and placed your hand on his shoulder

“Tommy... you screamed at everything the entire way around. if that ride was any longer i’m afraid I’d lose my hearing”

“didn’t you also do shit Tommy”

“fuck off”

and with that you left the ride walking through the gift shop, you and Tommy were like little children picking up anything that was covered in bright colours, you and Tommy found a squishy monster and named it Clarence you ended up getting attached and Wilbur stayed with you as you paid for it whilst Phil and Tommy were leaving the shop

“Phil we lost y/n and Wilbur”

“sorry y/n got distracted”

you all continued walking to the next ride Tommy instantly got distracted by the dryer outside of the river rapids ride and spent a good few minutes asking to go into the dryer. at this point, you noticed another toy shop and ran off to that one whilst they argued with Tommy about the dryer a few minutes later you met up with them again as you began making your way to the next ride

“what I hate the most about Phil is his kindness”

“wasn’t kind enough to let me win on duel”

“I pray on his downfall”

Phil turned to you only to be met with you nodding as Tommy goes on to talk about hating his generosity

“Phil I've been thinking about you... it’s ruined my day”

“mine was ruined by Tommy screaming at stupid o clock in the morning”

“y/n it’s 12 pm”

“okay and I usually wake up at 3 pm this is early for me”

you stood in the queue for river rapids, as much as you wanted to make Tommy calm down you hated this ride and Wilbur saying there was a chance of drowning made you hate it even more

“y/n will we be fine”

“no this is horrifying I remember the incident where someone was dragged under a ride like this”

“Y/N”

“what are you two thinking about then”

“I’m thinking about the beyond”

“I’m thinking about the sweet release of death”

“you might be going there”

“no, we won’t”

you and Tommy began to panic as you got closer to the ride, Tommy announced the floor was moving which tricked your brain into believing that the floor was moving, Wilbur was still talking about you all dying in a few minutes whilst laughing at Phil trying to make him stop despite the fact he was clearly laughing. Tommy got on first as you were making your way to a seat Tommy pulled you over to him so you were sat together. a worker came over and told you all to keep your seat during the ride

“can I get off”

as soon as you finished your sentence the ride began to move making the others laugh

“ill take that as a no”

a few minutes later you forgot you were scared as you were too busy laughing about the fact that so far out of the four of you the only person getting drenched in water was Phil. this newfound confidence didn't last long the ride began going faster and you and Tommy got drenched in water

“We made it through the second most dangerous part”

“heh...”

you looked at Phil tilting your head waiting for him to confirm that Wilbur was just trying to scare you again. your thoughts were interrupted by Wilbur beginning to speak to the camera

“Alton towers is a very safe and risk-free theme park fun for all the family”

he flipped the camera so the three of you could be seen Phil was laughing Tommy had his head in his hands and you were sat with your hood over your head hiding your face so you couldn’t see what was going to happen. Phil told you to hold on but he was interrupted by Wilbur using the camera to record the four of you together again it was clear you and Tommy were not having the most fun on the ride compared to the others. the ride crashed into the small wall next to the ride causing it to jerk forward making the four of you hit your leg

“my fucking thigh”

“y/n there are children nearby”

“y/n, Tommy you two are lucky to be alive”

you and Tommy turned to face each other then looked back at Wilbur who was continuing to chant that you’re lucky to be alive clearly ignoring Phil who was telling him to stop. eventually, the ride came to an end and you all got off, Phil helped you walk around for a minute as your legs felt extremely weak after that ride

“you okay now y/n”

“yeah yeah thank you, Phil. I'm never going on that ride again”

you all made your way to the centre of the park Wilbur disappeared as you and Tommy stood begging Phil for cotton candy, your only argument being that you really wanted it

“please Phil”

“We can have a little”

“we’re growing Phil we need more than a little”

“it’s diabetes in a box”

“it’s pure joy”

“yeah it’s fun in a box let us get some”

“stop being a dick”

Wilbur came running out of a shop carrying as much cotton candy as he could shouting for you and Tommy to take some and run which you gladly did. the pair of you sat on the grass eating as much cotton candy as you could

“ITS BLUEBERRY”

“that is so sugary”

you and Tommy both grabbed a fistful of cotton candy waving it at the two adults in front of you both, resulting in Phil calling you both goblins, they both walked away leaving you two to enjoy each other’s company for a little while whilst they had a break from the pair of you screaming.

“that’s..that's Tommy and y/n”

it was almost time to face the smiler but before that, you had to conquer oblivion again this was another ride that terrified you but Tommy's reaction to the ride made you laugh for a good few minutes until you realised you were in the queue

“oh fuck. we are going to die”

“you’ll impress the girl and y/n you’ll impress tubbo”

“ill buy her flowers”

“This is a death trap” you went on first and sat a few seats away from the middle Tommy not far behind you

“if we die ill never forgive you”

“you’ll be fine”

“will we though”

“I mean”

“Tommy she was hesitant to answer that get me off this ride”

just like last time the ride started just as you finished trying to get off the ride

“y/n you really need to stop asking to get off the rides it makes them start earlier”

the way to the top of the ride was mainly just you and Tommy yelling curse words trying to stay calm

“Phil do we have to”

“Why could I not stay with Wilbur”

“awe look at the view”

“can we just stay up here- oh shit don’t look down”

“any last words”

“lovely knowing you all”

just before the ride was about to go down the drop Tommy grabbed your hand only letting go for a minute whilst you got off of the ride, as soon as you were making your way to Wilbur so you could all go on the spinball wizard ride he held your hand again keeping you close. your way to the ride was a range of Wilbur telling you all about the smiler or Tommy telling you all he was worried he was going to piss

“what the fuck is yours and Wilburs obsession with announcing you might piss on the ride”

you sat with Wilbur for this ride as he was the only person you hadn’t sat with yet and Tommy sat behind you both, you and Wilbur spent the ride screaming, yelling song lyrics or saying your goodbyes

“for lmanburg”

“Should I be worried.. you did you know create an explosion”

you spent the rest of the ride laughing before it came to an end. you all made your way to the smiler making jokes about how it’s all the girl from college wants to see him on.

“you ready Tommy”

“let’s go home”

“no”

“y/n you’re supposed to be on my team”

the four of you made your way through the gates ignoring Tommy who was yelling about it being a prison simulator, you sat at the end next to Tommy

“so this is safe”

“apart from the crashes yeah”

“y/n? is it safe?”

“it’s safe Tommy I can see you’re genuinely scared I wouldn’t lie in a time like this..maybe”

you and Wilbur agreed to become his wingmen and a few seconds later the ride began, you spent the ride laughing quietly as Tommy began confessing his love

“POGCHAMP”

“I WISH I SAT SOMEWHERE ELSE”

as soon as the ride ended you stood as a group again and called the girl from college, Wilbur practically yelled about how Tommy went on the smiler only for the girl to ask who Tommy was and how she wasn’t friends with him

“it’s okay mate”

“you okay Tommy”

you and Wilbur pulled Tommy into a hug.

a few minutes later you all made your way back to the car park as it was getting late. once in the car you handed Tommy the squishy monster you both named Clarence, Tommy screamed whilst pulling you into a hug before asking you how and when you were able to buy it. when you were halfway home you began to get a migraine Tommy pulled you into a side hug so you could rest your head on his shoulder and have a nap for the rest of the journey back home.

a few days late you received a message

tubbo: I miss you

y/n: I suppose I miss you too

tubbo: that’s good because I’m outside please let me inside

y/n: on it!!

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