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viennacherries · 7 months

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Prompt suggestion <3 Rolan/Tav NSFW. Tav really likes it when Rolan speaks to her in infernal. She doesn’t understand it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it turns her on. He starts to notice her subtle reactions to when he curses or something in infernal. Which leads to bedroom shenanigans lol. My username is the same on A03 ^^

this has taken me a minute, mostly because i had to spend some time literally making up the infernal language for the purpose of this fic LMAO. if you're interested in my process it's in the end notes on ao3.

i changed the prompt a little though; rolan doesnt notice because he's very silly and keeps failing the perception check. lia notices immediently.

NSFW read on ao3 here

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The first time Tav hears Rolan speak infernal, she doesn't even register it as a word. It slips past his tongue and it's all consonants and noises that she's not sure she could emulate properly with her non-tiefling tongue.

"Zurgan." He mutters it under his breath as he drops a pile of books.

Her quill stops midair where she's busy writing up an inventory of magical items they've found. With everyone else busy or gone from the city, she offered to help Rolan with organising the tower. It's been a nightmare, frankly. The previous tower master (she wont do him the privilege of speaking his name, the bastard) had apparently spent the last who-knows-how-many years stuffing things into random shelves and boxes.

She frowns as she tries to repeat the word, "Zu- Zurgan? What's that mean?"

Rolan jumps, clearly having forgotten she's in the room, "not zurgan, zurgan. It means- well, I don't know if it translates literally to common. It's... an expletive, I suppose ."

She laughs, "so it means 'fuck'?"

He huffs, and rolls his eyes, "I suppose that's a close enough approximation, yes."

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear before."

"Well," his brow is furrowed as he thinks, "I suppose I try not to, really. It's not becoming."

Tav snorts at that, "Gods, how old are you, 150? Besides, how is swearing in tiefling any different?"

"The language is called infernal, you uncultured swine. I'm a tiefling, I speak infernal."

"You speak something alright. Usually a crock of shi-"

"What did I say about it not being becoming, hm?"

She rolls her eyes at him, "so sorry, Master Rolan, please accept my humblest of apologies for disgracing your presence in such a regard."

He rolls his eyes at her, but she hears him snort and sees the quirk of his lip. "I suppose as far as apologies go, that one will suffice."

~~~

Several weeks later, Cal shouts through the door to the study where they're cataloguing evocation books, "Rolan! Lia and I are heading to the market, do you want us to pick up more of the wine you like?"

He laughs, which is rare enough in itself, and leans out the door to reply.

"Fazit drakon'ziz orum?!"

She hears Cal's responding cackle from down the hallway. "alright, alright, little drakon'ziz. I'll get 2 bottles, 'cos I love you."

When Rolan comes back in, chuckling to himself, Tav doesn't say anything. She wants to ask what it means, but she's... distracted.

Something about the way the words sound when he says them is... enticing. She's not sure if she could repeat them without butchering them, but even if she could she's sure they wouldn't sound as delicious as when they come from him. It's something about the rich tone to his voice, which she's always liked, coupled with the harsher edge it takes on when he speaks the foreign language.

Gods, she's been spending far too much time with him,

She clears her throat, "drakon'ziz?"

Rolan turns to her, still smiling, " drakon'ziz , but close. It means dragon."

His lopsided smile, aimed at her, coupled with the gruffness of the unknown word, is a little bit intoxicating.

"What about the rest of what you said? Fa- Fazit something?"

"'Fazit drakon'ziz orum?' It means 'does a dragon want gold?' It's a tiefling saying, basically means 'yes, obviously.' It just sounds better in infernal."

Tav agrees. It sounds rather lovely in infernal, in fact.

When Tav doesn't reply, he raises an eyebrow, "I could try and teach you some? Infernal, that is. If you'd be interested. Tell me something you want to be able to say, I'll try and teach you how to say it."

She thinks for a moment.

"What if I want to call someone a shit-head?"

He barks out a laugh as he rolls his eyes, "of course you'd just want to know how to insult people. I think the closest translation would be uzterku'zereb. That means 'shit-for-brains'."

Despite the small jolt her stomach gives as he utters the phrase, she starts cackling. "That's even better!"

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It's been about a month and a half since they started cataloguing everything in the tower, and it's basically become a nightly occurrence that Tav stays for dinner with them. Rolan has finally sat down at the dining table, after bringing all the dishes and cutlery through, and right as he hits the chair there's a sheepish voice from beside him.

"... Rolan~" It's Lia, in a singsong voice, and he huffs.

"What do you want?" It's a question, but it sounds more like an admonishment.

"How could you?! Assuming I want something from you. My beloved big brother. I look up to you so much. Also I left my drink in the sitting room."

You and Callum both laugh, and he makes a very dramatic show of pushing his chair back out with a huge sigh.

"You're such a..." He flails for a moment, as if the word in common has escaped him, "an uztanatez. Next time, you're getting it yourself."

She laughs, "My dear brother, I would fall on my sword for you."

"Mhm." He grumbles, " gladiz zurzum kuluz ..."

Cal nearly falls out of his chair laughing as Rolan trudges from the room, and Lia has a grin on her face from successfully riling him up and getting what she wanted.

Tav is blushing.

"What did he say?" She feels hesitant to bring attention to herself when she knows she's bright red, but she's also too nosy for her own good.

Lia looks at her and opens her mouth to answer, but pauses as she takes in Tav's face. Cal, blissfully, doesn't notice.

"Well the first bit was him calling her a suck up," he laughs through his explanation, "and the second bit was him telling her exactly where she could shove her sword."

She laughs, and thanks him for telling her. Lia is still looking at her. Her face warms more.

"What?"

"Hm." Lia smiles in a way that looks slightly threatening; the way Tav imagines a shark would smile at a seal before taking a huge chunk out of it. "Nothing, really. Only, you weren't that flushed before Rolan spoke in infernal. Got a thing for the devil's tongue, have you Tav?"

Cal furrows his eyebrows in confusion, before his eyes widen and his mouth drops in an 'o' of understanding.

She's about to deny it but she can feel that she's even redder now, so instead she buries her face in her hands. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare say anything!"

"Say anything about what?" Of course Rolan would walk back in now. He places Lia's cup in front of her and turns to Tav expectantly, but Lia speaks before she can.

"Tav is just embarrassed because she didn't understand what you said, she felt left out."

His face breaks into a look of confusion, "You shouldn't be embarrassed by that, Tav, you don't speak the language. Uztanatez-" Tav sucks in a breath, and Lia snorts, "means 'bootlicker'. Gladiz zurzum kuluz means... well... 'shove your sword up your rear'."

Cal and Lia are both sporting shit eating grins. Tav thinks now is a good time to pick a God and pray.

~~~

" Pulch'zer."

He says it as she walks through the door to the study one morning.

"Sorry, repeat that?"

His eyes widen, and his face flushes a deep crimson colour. She's never seen him blush before, or at least she's never noticed because of his skin's natural shade.

"Sorry I was just..." He averts his gaze, looking back at the paperwork he's working on, "I was just thinking out loud..."

She chuckles lightly. "Ah, that text will be kicking your ass then. Pulch'zer. What does it mean?"

He looks up at her again. His eyes lock with hers.

"You're close, it's not pulch'zer, it's pulch'zer . You have to put more emphasis on the 'Z' sound."

Gods, she needs to stop asking. He always ends up correcting her, and she always ends up going bright pink. He pronounces the words more precisely when he's teaching her how to say them, it drives her insane.

"Pulch- Pulch? Pulch'zer."

He chuckles, stands and walks over to her. "You're close, but now you're putting too much emphasis on it." He's only an arms length away from her now. " Pulch'zer ."

She gulps. He needs to stop repeating it.

"P- Pulch'zer." She can't tear her eyes away from him, she stares right into his gaze as she repeats it. He sucks a small breath in, so small it's barely noticeable.

"Yes. Very good."

There's a pause.

"So. What does it mean?"

He's flushing again. "It... Well. It..."

She raises an eyebrow, "that bad huh?"

"... it means 'beautiful'."

Tav's face twists in confusion. "What about your book is beaut-"

Rolan surges forward and plants his lips on hers. She gasps into it, the rest of her words swallowed by her inhale and his tongue. She sinks into it. His hands fall onto her waist, and he uses them to drag her closer, pulling the whole length of his body against hers. When he pulls away it feels far too soon, but in his defence he's breathless. He only leans his chest away, his hips still against hers.

"I wasn't talking about the book."

The look in his eyes is vulnerable in a way she's never seen him before. As though he desperately wants her to understand, and yet is terrified that she will. Like he's scared to fracture whatever comfortable thing they've fallen into together.

"Well..." She takes a deep breath, rests a hand on his chest. "Then I'd like you to know that I think you're very pulch'zer."

He sucks in through his teeth and lets out a single disbelieving laugh. "That sounds ridiculously good when you say it, you know."

She snorts, dismissive, "please, it's far better when you say it. I love when you speak infernal."

He stares at her.

She feels her eyes bug out of her head as what she said hits her. "I mean! Not that- I don't mean that like-"

"You love it? What does that mean?"

She can feel the heat in her face. Suddenly everywhere he's touching her is too much, she needs to fall through the floor to a new realm and start her life over with a fake name.

"I don't- I didn't mean-"

As she fumbles over her words, Rolan's face starts to lift into an understanding smirk. "Oh. I see. You love it."

He leans forward towards her, and his lips brush her ear.

"Tibiz plazet link'zon mezoq ?"

She shudders, "Rolan, I have no idea what you're saying."

He chuckles lowly against the shell of her ear. " Zedzit'n, nul'umne? Zede illizquit diko ."

Gods, it's torturous. He's dropped his voice an octave, giving the already heavy words an even more gravelled tone. Her breath is coming out in pants and she whines. The way it's affecting her is ridiculous.

He doesn't stop, " morentez me'zam? Notzo'illi ."

"Rolan, please."

He grins against her, and she feels his length pressing against her body through his robes. " Quid plaket, dilekt'miz ?"

" Rolan , common tongue, please . I want to know what you're saying."

"I said 'please what?'"

Tav huffs in irritation, "I don't know."

He brings his lips up to brush hers, smiling against her as she tries to pull him closer.

"Do you want me to kiss you again?"

She swallows hard around the lump in her throat and nods.

"Mhm. Ask me nicely."

The noise she lets out is embarrassing, a high pitched whine that she couldn't stop if she tried, but she feels his breath against her lips as he exhales in excitement.

"Kiss me, Rolan. Please."

His smile is wide against her, "as you wish, pulch'zer."

When he kisses her, his lips are gentle against hers. Soft and pliant, eager but restrained. When he parts them slowly, she responds in kind and finds his tongue with hers, and he rewards her with a deep, sensual moan from low in his throat. His lips are warm and soft, his mouth tastes of spearmint, his breath flows through her. She feels her small-clothes growing damp.

As he deepens the kiss his movements grow more insistent, more intense, and he squeezes her hips as he grinds her into him. She moans in response and the noise flips a switch in him. All of a sudden his lips are frantic, the kiss turning messy and needy, and his hands are running up and down her body as thought they don't know where to settle.

He pulls back enough to speak, his breath dancing along her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. " Nezkiz quid'mih fakiaz. Volui'illi tamd'umne ."

Tav moans, long and slow as the words rush over her skin, "Gods, Rolan. I wish I knew what you were saying. Fuck ."

He chuckles quietly, "perhaps I'll teach you Comprehend Languages. Then again... Forzit adv'illi."

She groans. "Rolan, please ."

He grins, grinding his length against her, "please, what?"

The huff she lets out is impatient, "you know what."

His mouth traces the shell of her ear again and she shivers. "Perhaps. But tell me anyway."

She groans, "please fuck me, Rolan."

He needs no further invitation. Rolan undresses them both rapidly, swift and efficient just as he treats his work, and they're both bare before each-other in a few moments.

When he looks over her, sweeping his eyes across her form, he lets out a low noise of appreciation. "Hells, Tav, you're beautiful."

She feels nervous, all of a sudden, bare before him, but she smiles despite it. "So are you."

He's back on her, trailing his lips along her throat and collarbone, leaving teasing bites and grazes with his canines. She's a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him but she doesn't care. She can feel his length pressed against her stomach, can feel the grooves of the door on her back, and she's absolutely aching with need.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?" His questions make her chest ache with a different kind of need to the one pulsing through her core.

"Yes, Rolan. Please, for the love of- fuck me against this door."

His moan in response to her words is loud and wanton. " Hells , Tav. Lift your leg for me."

She does, and he grabs under her knee, lifting it up so it wraps around his hip, the heel of her foot against the base of his tail while her other foot stays planted against the floor. His other hand comes between them, grips the base of his cock and rubs it against her folds. She throws her head back as she keens, and at the same time he lets out a groan closer to a growl.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Is- This is still okay? You want this?" His voice wavers with lust.

Hearing him curse is almost as incredible as hearing him speak infernal. "Yes , Gods if you don't-"

He's sliding himself into her before she can finish her threat, and the rest of her words fizzle out into a high pitched moan as she throws her head back. His length is ridged and she can feel every notch as it slides into her. He works his way into her slowly, thrusting only an inch at a time until his pelvis comes to rest against hers, and he folds over to rest his forehead against her shoulder.

His first half of his sentence is muttered, the second half directed at her, "Tam strikta , fuck. Ita infek'tum strikta. Tell me when you're ready, dilekt'miz."

"I'm ready, please, fuck me."

He silences his own moan by clamping his mouth over the meat between her neck and shoulder, and begins thrusting shallowly. The slide of him inside her, the ridges on his shaft dragging against her walls, has her tightening her leg around his waist and dragging him closer. He grunts through his mouthful of her skin and starts to pick up his pace, until he's thrusting hard and fast into her.

She's a mess, and she knows it, but it doesn't matter. She's digging her heel into his ass and arching her hips away from the door to get closer to him, head thrown back and eyes wrenched shut. It's too much, but it's not enough. She grabs his hand that isn't holding her knee up and places it round the back of her other thigh. He's a quick study as always, taking a firm hold on the back of her leg and hoisting her other leg up around him, so she's held up against the door by just his weight against her and his bruising grip. It changes the angle, he drives deeper into her, and they both moan in tandem.

He's speaking again, infernal dialect spilling from him freely into her skin, " Nezkiz. Nezkiz quam di'tez vellem. Quamdiu korpuz tuum'kontraz petivi. Vid'tez habzeq. Miz'tib animez'umne ." He speaks the words with a reverence that that has her keening, clenching around him.

"Rolan, I'm so close, fuck don't stop."

He shakes his head, thrusts into her harder, "Hells, I won't, Tav. I won't, I won't, adv'illi, adv'illi -"

The utterance of more quiet infernal words against her tips her over the edge, and she finds her release around him. His movements become stuttered, desperate, " Tez amorez. Tez amorez taz'multo. Perfik'miz. Amaz, amaz, num'quam latuz dezeraz. Morent'illi anim defendam."

He follows her over the precipice and empties himself inside her. She tightens her hold on him with her legs and kisses his neck as his hips twitch through his release, and as he stills they both try to find breath against each-other's skin.

"Gods, Tav." His voice is hoarse, "you- that was- I-"

She chuckles, which makes her walls clench and his hips stutter as he gasps at the feeling. "That was amazing, Rolan. What... Um. What were you saying?"

She pulls away to look at him, and his face is incredibly red. His freckles are barely visible through the violent blush. "Oh, um. Nothing- Nothing, really. Nothing important. Just... babbling. You know."

She laughs, slowly lowering her legs to the ground, both shuddering as he pulls himself from her. He mutters a quick incantation and they're both clean.

"You're going to have to teach me Comprehend Languages, now. I'm far too nosy to leave it at that."

"Hm. We'll see."

~~~

Translations:

"Tibiz plazet link'zon mezoq?" ("You like when I speak to you in my native tongue?")

"Zedzit'n, nul'umne? Zede illizquit diko." ("But you don't care, do you? It's not about what I say.")

"Morentez me'zam? Notzo'illi." ("Moaning for me already? Aren't I lucky.")

Quid plaket, dilekt'miz?" ("Please what, my beloved?")(he lies and tells her it means "please what?")

"Nezkiz quid'mih fakiaz. Volui'illi tamd'umne." ("You have no idea what you do to me. I have wanted you for so long.")

"Then again... Forzit adv'illi." ("Then again... Perhaps I won't.")

"Tam strikta, fuck. Ita infek'tum strikta. Tell me when you're ready, dilekt'miz." ("So wet, fuck. So tight and wet. Tell me when you're ready, my beloved.")

"Nezkiz. Nezkiz quam di'tez vellem. Quamdiu korpuz tuum'kontraz petivi. Vid'tez habzeq. Miz'tib animez'umne." ("You have no idea. You have no idea how long I've wanted you. How long I've craved your body against mine. I have dreamt of having you like this. My soul burns for you.")

"adv'illi" ("I won't.")

"Tez amorez. Tez amorez taz'multo. Perfik'miz. Amaz, amaz, num'quam latuz dezeraz. Morent'illi anim defendam." ("I love you. I love you so much. You complete me. Please, please never leave my side. I would protect you to my dying breath.")

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normansnt · 7 months

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For old times sake (pt.2)

(Huskerdust x platonic! Male!overlord reader)

I'm really happy with how this turned out. Non of y'all asked for it the idea just hit me so I had to write it down😎

ALSO

I'm VERY likely going to write a pt.3 thats an Alastor x male reader so lemme know if ya'll would want that🫡💗

Warnings: V@lentino

Art by the very talented: @dragon-spaghetti

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You were having the best time. Talking to Husk and Angel was very fun and you saw the amazing chemistry they had. You guys were talking laughing and drinking in your office when suddenly Angels phone started to get bombarded with messages.

You felt the sudden shift in atmosphere. Angel hurriedly reached for his phone and when he saw the messages he jumped up.

"It was nice to meet you (Y/N) I had a lot of fun and thank you for the drinks but I have to go now, Husk baby I'll see you at the Hotel don't wait up for me if I get home late."

He said, with one breath and quicker then you have seen anybody talk and left with the same speed.

"Shit..." said Husk as he stood up with a sigh to pour himself another drink.

"What was that?" You asked baffled.

"It's...its his job, his boss he is... a fucking cunt"

Said Husk with audible anger in his voice.

You were about to ask more questions but then it hit you. You knew angel was a porn actor. And you also knew about the Vees. It was easy to put the picture together from this point on. And judging by Angles terrified reaction, Husks anger and cussing you could quite easily tell how his boss treated the spider.

"Hey, Husk" he looked at you with tired eyes.

"I have an idea." You said at last with a smirk on your face.

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"HAHH, suck it idiots, guess who was invited to a business meeting by THE (Y/N) Demon of gambling." Yelled Valentino as he entered the Vees break room.

"What. The. FUCK, give me that" said Vox pissed as he tore the invitation from Valentinos hand.

"THAT BITCH, why did he invite you and not all of us."

"Never mind that who the fuck sends messages via letters?" Asked Velvette disgusted.

"This is the way the big shots do it, you uncultured swine" said Valentine still very full of himself due to the invite.

"That doesn't make ANY sense" Vox has read the invitation at least 3x by now not understanding why you invited only Valentino.

The Vees have been trying to get in contact with you for years now but to no avail. You had no interest in any alliances since you thought them to be stupid and egoistic, if overlord meetings were something to go by.

"Deal with it honey, I'm just better than you guys" ended Valentino the conversation as he snatched the letter from Vox and blew the pink smoke from his cigarette into his face.

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Valentino showed up to your casino with Angel by his side dressed in...well, almost nothing. Of course he wasn't gonna show up without a pretty thing by his side and who better than his favorite toy.

"If you embarrass me in front of the demon of gambling I'll-" he started saying through clenched teeth but got interrupted. By you.

"Mr. Valentino, it is such a pleasure to meet you." You started as you put your hand out to shake.

He shook your hand slowly. He was surprised to say the least. One of the most powerful overlords was this young, not to mention very hot. When he got over his surprise however his personality was back and on FULL display for you. He turned on his charm like never before and started shamelessly flirting with you.

You just kept the calm smile on your face.

"So, Mr. Valentino I'm sure you are wondering why I invited you and we will be having a business meeting do not threat however I'm afraid I have something else to take care of first, please go ahed and try out the games my casino has to offer and drink something, all the drinks are on the house for you."

Now, in a situation like this normally Valentino would be offended. How dare someone invite him and then say they have something else to do.

But you were different. You were a very powerful person in all aspects, your goddamn charm, it was just irresistible not to mention the free drinks.

"Well all right but do not keep me waiting for long now, amor." He said with the ever present flirtatious tone in his voice.

You didn't react to this, just a simple nod of your head and with that you left.

Valentino hasn't gambled much in his life, or death, he just stood by when Vox did it, so he sat down by a random table.

He won. To his (and Angels) biggest surprise, he won.

"Oh, yeah, this is going to be a good night. ANGEL, bring me another drink."

This was just the beginning of the night. He continued to go around table by table, and he won, by every single one of them. And the more he won the more he drank.

About two hours after he arrived one of your employees came up to your office.

"It's time sir I think he is drunk enough." Said your guard. So, you put down the book you were reading and stretched. You didn't have anything to do, that was just a lie. It was just part of the plan.

When you arrived downstairs you saw that your employee had been right, Valentino was standing on the table singing and kicking the coins he had won.

You cleared your throat.

"Mr. Valentino, I'm glad you're enjoying my casino" with that one sentence you got everyone's attention in the room.

You could have that effect. You weren't a cruel overlord and didn't choose to rule over people by the means of fear. But you could make it so that even just your voice demanded respect.

"I see you have won quite a lot, would you care to play a round against, me?" You said ever so calmly.

And of course drunk and full of himself due to not loosing once all night, Valentino was more then happy to play with you.

"Now then, since we are playing in the big leagues now we cant just play for money thats below us don't you think."

"I'd like to be below you, handsome" he answered.

You just hummed, unamused.

"I say, how about we play for souls."

That caught Valentino off guard, he didn't think of that, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of you so he agreed.

"And...whose soul would you be offering? I heard the demon of gambling doesn't own anyones soul" said Valentino with just a bit of temptation in his voice.

You hummed.

"You heard correctly, I'm in no need of souls, I will be offering...my own" you said still as calm as ever.

To that Valentine spit out his drink. The amount of power that would be in his hand if he owned your soul is...too much for his drunken mind to think about. And of course due to the amount of alcohol in his system he didn't think about how stupid this proposition would be on your part if you weren't 100% sure you would win. He didn't even think about the fact that you are the demon of gambling, the owner of a casino, it would have been obvious to anyone that he had no chance at winning.

"Well then, I'll offer the soul of this beautiful thing here" he said while squeezing angels cheek.

You looked at Angel and said

"Very well then, let the game begin.".

After a few rounds, you were loosing. Big fucking time and Angel was starting to get very worried. But not only him, Husk, who was the whole time as well, making sure the plan goes well, was starting to doubt you two. He knew first hand just how good you were especially in poker, but it was still a game that depended on luck at least 50% of it.

When Valentino needed a break to go puke, Husk walked over to you.

"Kid, just what the hell are you doing you are aware that you're loosing." He said pretty pissed off.

"Oh, I'm just messing with him-"

"Well stop, what if you mess too close to the sun you might be good but you cannot control your luck."

"Luck is a non factor if you use logic. You seriously think a porn seller, money hungry, moth man big shot wanna be will beat me, in Poker? Don't insult me." And with that Valentino returned and the game continued.

He kept winning rounds and Angel and Husk were growing more anxious by the second.

Finally the last rounds were coming around and thats when you decide you messed with him enough. And just like that you started putting down winning hands one after the other.

Valentino was panicking. He is about to loose his best paying costumer whatever you come out with this round everything depends on it-

Royal Flush.

You fucking won the game.

Now that the loss has sobered his mind he could finally look at all of this in a logical way.

Of fucking corse you won. You are the mother fucking demon of gambling just how the hell did he think he could win.

But the wins before. Hold on. That was illogical too, NO ONE goes to a casino and wins every fucking time was he really that drunk not to notice.

You broke him out of his thoughts when you snapped your fingers. And Angels contract that bound him to Valentino appeared in your hands.

However now, where Valentinos name used to be, stood yours.

"Well, Mr. Valentino that was a very productive business meeting I hope to never see you in the future"

"...What?" asked the moth angrier by the minute.

"You still haven't figured it out? I do not care for you or the other Vees business. Did it not seem suspicious that I only invited you? What am I saying of course it didn't, because a narcissist like you would never ask why someone wants their company. See, thats why tricking you was so easy. Getting you drunk wasn't even necessary I only did it so I can be sure that you will play for angels soul."

"...but, but...NO, Angel dust is still mine, he-" Valentino went to reach for Angel but Husk stopped him.

"No he fucking aint." Hissed the cat.

In panic Valentino tried to make the leash appear but to no avail. A deal was a deal. He doesn't own Angel's soul anymore.

"Just why the FUCK was it so important to you to get a wretched whore's soul?" Asked the moth now yelling.

"It was a favor for an old friend."

"You mother fucking- do you know who the fuck I am, I will destroy you me and the Vees-"

"No" you stated simply.

This was the last drop for Valentino.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN NO-"

"I would like to ask you to leave now Mr.Valentino and, please tell your partner not to send me any more invitations, I do not care"

Valentino made one last attempt to attack you but your guards stopped him.

"I was winning all night you dickwad I sucked your casino dry" tried to irritate you Valentino.

"Oh? Thats right here, isn't this one of your coins?" You threw it at him.

"Of course, every coin has two sides."

Valentino turned the coin around to discover a big fat 0 at the other side.

"What-"

"You really thought you won at every single table? Wow, you are even stupider than I thought."

It was part of the plan, you told everyone who worked at the casino wherever Valentino sits down, he wins, at least coins of zero. You needed to boost his confidence so he'd think he can beat you.

"You will not take him away from me I'll find him-"

"You will do no such a thing he belongs to me now so he is under my protection." You were getting a but pissed now, he just wouldn't give up would he?

He was about yo say more when you looked at him. Dead in the eyes. Thats half the reason why you are as powerful as you are. The look. If you looked someone deep in the eyes they will see their worst nightmares playing right in front of them.

Valentino started screaming, crying and shaking uncontrollably. And with that your guards dragged him out.

You turned to Angel and Husk, who were standing there holding hands.

You looked at Angel, lifted the contract, and tore it in half right in front of him.

Angel was staring at you. He stared as tears started to roll down his cheek and he fell to the ground in sobs.

'I'm free' he thought to himself over and over again. Husk chuckled as he knelt down to his boyfriend and hugged him.

You two locked eyes, and you understood just how thankful he was, words weren't needed.

You wanted the couple to have some privacy so you headed back to your office.

Unbeknownst to you another demon was present that night at the casino, and he saw the whole ordeal.

"How well you grew up to be, young (Y/N)" chuckled Alstor to himself.

"(Y/N)" you heard Ang- Anthony yell from behind you.

You turned around with raised eyebrows and looked at him.

"THANK YOU" he yelled still sobbing.

You smiled at him.

"Happy to help, for old times sake."

#male reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel x male reader #male y/n #hazbin hotel #lgbtqia #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #angel x husk #angel dust x husk

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rayssion · 1 year

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Let's chat about Magnus Chase and the gods of Asgard!!

So not me saying 'tomorrow' then proceed to delay that tomorrow for as long as possible, not my fault though! Each time I decide to write the review people just be like "oh, look at her, she seems at peace, let me just go.... Annoy her" that's my family summarised btw.

But yeah, we're finally here!

First off, the general rating for me is 4.5 for the entire series.

Now let's talk about somethings:

As a matter of fact, there's nothing I hate in this books like wth why dose it have to be this good??? Which translates to: I'm just going to fangirl, that's it, just FANGIRL.

I also want to establish that I didn't know not even a single thing about Norse mythology before reading these books. I didn't even know what Norse meant guys, I'm hopless like that. And even after they explained them a little my brain is still stuck at the "they're fancy vikings" setting lol I'm sorry.

So my whole Norse "knowledge" comes from, you guessed it, how to train your dragon🤡. It's bad, I know I know, yet it's still a start right? Like dude I never watched any Thor movie before (in my defense, it's not horror, and I enjoy horror) so just to put it simply, I don't know shit about Norse mythology.

Which is good btw!! Me not knowing anything about the mythology is actually good to measure how much Rick is good at explaining things that are totally new.

The first book took me two days to finish because it's like an introduction, so there were many new words and terms that my small brain couldn't keep track with, so I suppose you can really enjoy the series as a reread more than first time reading. Guys, it took me days to learn how to pronounce ginunngagap. So unless you already have a background on Norse mythology (not jumping into the books like stupid me) I feel like one's can't see the books true potential.

Alright, so we laid the ground about me being an uncultured swine, now we have the writing: we got the classic Rick's first person pov writing style that he went for in the original series pjo. But I got to note that it clearly improved, I can see that he was trying to step out of narrator Percy's shadow as he wrote mcga and toa, seeing that he wrote Magnus as an oblivious kid who's trying to stay out of everyone's business as much as he can, and he wrote Lester with no heroism in him whatsoever at the start. So clearly he wanted something to add contrast and volume to his universe and that's quite good. He achieved his goal with toa much more than in mcga in my opinion. Magnus, as lovely as he is, still finds time to roast people the good old Percy Jackson way, in other words you can see the resemblance between the two characters at some points. (I didn't include tkc because for me, Sadie and Carter are like Percy devided into two people, the fierce rushy personality went with Sadie, and the trying-to-pretend-to-be-calm-so-as-to-improvise-a-plan personality went with Carter, yet the two of them can be be snarky at their times).

To be Frank with you guys, not much of a character development happens during the books, I mean yes, Sam stands against her dad, and we get Amir into the picture, but yeah that's it. I guess the character who got the most change was Randolph, we love a little remedy arc at the end.

Oh other thing I like to point, Muslims don't call mosques you know "mosques" we call them Masjids (Masjid, sing.) I see it's a little slip but I prefer if it never happened, because mosque actually means "house of mosquito" so, yeah.

We also have the matter of Sam's hijab, I'd like to say that's not how being a hijabi works but I don't want to start a religious war here. Let's just say, you don't just wear your hijab when you want and not wear it when you don't want. What's the point then, if I can easily just go with my head uncovered? But we're not having this conversation, most of you won't be interested in this anyways.

And another thing! I've seen all these fanarts of Alex in the wedding dress (because I'm a sucker for Alex) and I wanted to point out, Alex was disguised as Samirah, Samirah is Muslima so her wedding dress would be, you know, Muslim friendly? Idk. But yeah, it should at least be ancle lengthed with high neck and long sleeves and the veil must be thick to cover her hair, like a hijab. Also it should be wide/big a little not clenching to her body. Just a little advice for artists there :).

Now that we spoke about Sam, can we talk about Alex? Tbh I like, knew nothing about genderfluidism(?) before this book (I read it on some blogs here on Tumblr and I imagined something totally different so I'll spear you my pathetic story) so it was nice learning new things with Rick. Like bro, in my head Alex is mostly a boy yet when I rant to my aunt I mostly use she/her. It confused the heck out of me during the first chapters actually. But I'm proud to say that I FIGURED OUT THAT LOKI WAS HER/HIS MOM LIKE BY MYSELF WAY BEFORE THE BIG REVEAL SO YEAH I'M HELLA PROUD.

I love Alex. Nothing else to say, I'm infatuated.

And yet if I'm infatuated with Alex then I'm fucking ready to die for Magnus at any given time! The boy is just so adorable!! He's so sweet even if he's being sarcastic like I just want to kidnap him and keep him in my pocket forever! I wanna hug him and pat his back, ruffle his hair and kiss his forehead because he deserves it! I just love him guys! Everything about him is just so endearing even if he was being a coward he's still lovely! I know I'm not making any sense here I just want you to know that I'm head over heels for him. Also I wanted to say that one of the things I really admired about his character is that he's never the fighter, I love how everyone else would be plunging into the battle and he'd just stand there waiting for either a chance to bargain with the enemy or an injury that he must heal. I love how Rick went out of the line this time and chose a god that, tbh, we'd never hear about him on regular basis. Like in pjo we had our protagonist Percy, son of Poseidon who's one of the big three, tkc we have Carter and Sadie channelling the power of Hores and Isis, major gods and Hores is the king or the gods, hoo's heroes are kids of the Olympians and Apollo is like, an Olympian god himself. So it was a nice turn to have Frey a neutral god who's concern is to live in peace, having our protagonist's main power to be healing or like disarming people, nothing big or fancy, yet it fits so much! Like my boy just wants to live a simple quite life (with a transgender genderfluid partner if possible and practically canon gay parents) even when there's an enemy he's like "can't I just go stand there and then a miracle happens and I don't need to fight them anymore?" Gosh I love him.

Magnus and Lester are just so relatable and so average-human-coded that you can't help but love them!

And I liked how most of the characters are also lovable, like the whole floor 19? They're just the best family and I'd be so delighted to spend eternity with them (till Ragnarok at least) I really love their dynamics. And then we have Blitz and Hearth and oh boy how much do I love hearth! I was like that's my soulmate out there pretty much since he was introduced. I'm not joking guys, these people out there have one of the best found families ever.

I also wanted to note that I'm kind of a sucker for villains like especially those who are antihero much. So, confession time, I kinda liked Luke back in pjo, I liked Set in tkc, and like Apollo himself I might simped once or twice for the emprors. The thing I wanted to say is! First book I like liked liked Loki, ngl till the end I found him fancy. Like if he wasn't so much interested in Ragnarok and world ending and whatever I might even put him with my favourite characters. Like, why do villains have to be hot?? If you don't want me to simp then don't make them hot! (What am I doing guys, I must seek help wtf)

Another topic, people would be oohhh percabeth omg omg and I'd be awww big sister Annabeth is the best! Like have you seen those Annabeth and Magnus scenes??? Bro let me tell you I'm fucking dead, like they're the best cousins out there, like that's so cuttee!!

This's a p.s actually but I wanted to say another thing, about the ending of the ship of the dead, yes it was emotional, yes I teared up. But don't you guys feel like there's much more to it? Like I'm sorry but how could we not return to the fact that Magnus can talk to birds now (Disney Princess™)? Or how in the first place can he talk to them, hearth himself doesn't know if his father had the ability. Speaking about fathers, the visions that Magnus saw about Alex's father, are we just going to pass them like they never happened? Guys idk I feel like there are some plot holes that might be left intentionally (hopefully for a next book sometime) and I also feel like there's something wrong with the gods, like the last scenes we had with them, I might be paranoid but I really feel like Frey was hiding something. Anyways yeah, that's what I wanted to add.

So this barely covers anything from the feelings I had reading this series (because I'm a sensitive bitch who visibly tremble and scream while reading fluff) but yeah, I must hurry up a little, so next thing we have is a couple of screenshots I took cuz why not? Some of them might even be out of context but I like it.

So I was going to post them in different posts and tag them here and Tumblr just said NO ") so yeah ig.

Hope you guys enjoyed this review (which is me basically simping as always) I'm like 100 pages into tsats now, hopefully I'll come back to talk about it soon.

Have a nice day/night♡!!

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mymultiverse00 · 10 months

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Detention

It was a quiet Friday afternoon in Volterra Castle, and as Marcus signed his name on the day’s last edict, he couldn’t help but smile. Friday meant the end of the work week under the new Volturi work/life balance guidelines, instituted five years ago by his beautiful mate, Y/N, thank you very much, and it also meant the end of the school week. Marcus always looked forward to Friday, now that he was a father, as he could not wait to spend the weekend doing normal human activities with his wonderful wife and darling daughter. They had been with him for just under a decade now, and every second spent with them filled in the cracks from a millennium of hurts, and he cherished every single one.

He looked down at his watch with a small frown, noticing the hour was later than normal, but it was quickly erased as the air around him shifted, and the light, airy scent of oranges and vanilla filled his senses. His daughter had just arrived home from school, and as was her custom, she was making her way to the King’s study to greet her father and uncles. She was moving quickly - too quickly - he thought, and suddenly he had a feeling that something wasn’t right. The intensity of the feeling actually scared him a little, and he had just risen from his chair to go meet her when he heard his daughter arrive.

Wham!! The door to the study was flung open heavily, causing it to bounce off the wall behind it. He could see his daughter was extremely angry, and her eyes blazed with rage.

“Uncle Aro!” She shouted, her eyes scanning the room in fury. “Where are you?”

Marcus looked to his right, noticing that his brother had indeed abandoned his desk, and was forced to hold back a smile as the man in question casually reentered the room from the adjoining balcony. Aro was doing his best to appear surprised to see the girl, but Marcus knew better than to believe the act.

“Ah, principessa! You are home!” Aro enthused, greeting the girl with a wide, happy smile. “How was your day?”

“You know how it was, Uncle,” she hissed. “You promised you would stop doing that!”

“Doing what, my heart?” Marcus asked, coming to stand next to his daughter, offering her a careful hug. “What has Aro done?”

The girl sighed, leaning heavily into her father’s embrace. “He helped me with my homework again!”

“Aro!” Marcus chided. “We’ve discussed this, brother.”

Aro said nothing for a moment, looking down to brush an imaginary piece of lint away from his jacket. “I had to do it darling, your essay was incomplete. I was only thinking of your grades,” he explained.

“Incomplete!!” The girl screeched. “It was fine before you tampered with it!”

“There, there, little mouse.” Marcus patted his daughter’s back in a comforting gesture. “Do you have the essay with you? May I see it?”

She nodded, untangling herself from their hug, and reached down into her discarded backpack. “Here. Read it, and you’ll see, Daddy.”

He took the papers from her hand and moved back over to his desk, turning on his reading lamp as he took a seat. He read aloud to the room.

Julius Caesar was a Roman general and statesman. A member of the First Triumvirate, Caesar led the Roman armies in the Gallic Wars before defeating his political rival Pompey in a civil war.

“A fine start, darling, well done.” Marcus praised her.

“Skip down to the last paragraph, Daddy. That’s where you see a last minute edit someone added.” She glared at Aro as she spoke.

Marcus looked down again and flipped to the last page of the report, focusing on the final lines, mysteriously written in flourishing red ink. The penmanship was familiar to Marcus. After having to read it for the last several thousand years, he would recognize it anywhere. He grimaced and read aloud again.

In conclusion, Julius Caesar was a pompous bastard who got what he deserved. He was an uncultured swine and a blight on society. Shakespeare’s play is nothing but gross exaggeration and, frankly, not worth the paper it’s printed on. The Italian school system needs to do better.

“Aro!” Marcus scolded, setting down the paper and giving the dark-haired man a disapproving look. “Shame on you, brother.”

“What?” Aro questioned. “Tell me which part of my statement is untrue, Marcus. You hated that asshole as much as I did!”

“Maybe so, but you cannot put those things in her homework. What will the teacher think?”

“She’ll think I’m being insolent and give me detention, that’s what!” The girl cried. “I had to write lines about not using inappropriate language in my reports and I have to read Romeo and Juliet as extra homework now!”

“Ah! How delightful!” Aro rejoiced, clapping his hands in excitement. “Now the Montague family, there was a family that understood diplomacy!”

“Daddy! Please make him stop!” The girl begged her father. “Tell him he can’t help me with my homework anymore, please?”

“Aro, brother, I have to agree. As much as you want to share your first-hand knowledge of historical events with our princess, you cannot do so by changing her homework. I want you to give your word; you won’t tamper with her work again.”

Aro considered Marcus’s words for a moment, looking into his niece’s pleading eyes before silently acquiescing. “I am sorry, little dove. I should not have changed your paper and I will not do it again. I was only trying to help, but I can see my help was not needed. Forgive me?”

The girl smiled at Aro, moving to his side to embrace him in a hug. “I forgive you, Uncle. And I’m sorry I shouted at you. I was just upset about getting detention.”

“Well, I’ll find a way to make it up to you eventually, love. “Do you want me to have your teacher killed?” He asked innocently.

“Aro!” Marcus scolded. “You will do no such thing!”

“We can discuss it later,” Aro whispered to the girl, smiling at the giggles spilling from her lips.

“Ok, Uncle Aro.” She kissed his cheek and then crossed back to her father to do the same for him. “I’ve got to go talk to Mama about our plans for the weekend, so I’ll see you two later. Love you!” She called as she darted out of the room, backpack in hand.

Marcus shook his head as he returned to his desk, packing away his books and ledgers, chuckling all the while. He looked over at his brother and gave him a wry smile. “He was a pompous bastard, Aro. You were right about that.”

“Of course I was, Marcus. Wait until she sees what I wrote in her report about Henry VIII.”

The End

#reader insert #marcus volturi #twilight renaissance #marcus twilight #aro volturi #aro twilight #the twilight saga #twilight #marcus volturi x reader #volturi kings

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catindabag · 9 months

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (62)

*Snow landed where?* Read [this] first.

Drunk!Festus: *is still in handcuffs* Let me go! I’m innocent!

Peacekeeper: Escorting the Tributes to the zoo without the Dean’s permission is a crime!

Drunk!Coryo: *is also in handcuffs* No, it’s not! President Ravinstill gave us his blessing!

Peacekeeper: The President is still asleep in his office, you fool!

Drunk!Coryo: He can sleepwalk and talk, you uncultured swine!

Peacekeeper: Ugh. I’m not paid enough to deal with this Bullshi-

Drunk!Festus: Uncuff me this instant, peasant!

Peacekeeper: No.

Drunk!Festus: I’m allergic!

Peacekeeper: To what?

Drunk!Festus: To trash!

Peacekeeper: Don’t lie to me, boy! You dumpster dive for a living!

Drunk!Festus: I’m not talking about my lovely dumpster! I’m talking about you! You’re trash!

Peacekeeper: *sighs* This is why we can’t have nice things-

Drunk!Coryo: Where’s my boyfriend?! I want to talk to my boyfriend! He’s rich! He’ll give you money if you let me go!

Drunk!Sejanus: *is surprisingly not in handcuffs* I’m here, my love!😭

Drunk!Coryo: Babe, they’re bullying me! Do something!

Peacekeeper: Shut up and keep walking, pretty boy!

Drunk!Coryo: That’s harassment!

Peacekeeper: Why did I even take this job again?😞

Drunk!Sejanus: Put me in handcuffs too, officer!

Peacekeeper: No. Your scheming father will end me and my bloodline.

Drunk!Sejanus: But I wanna be next to my darling Coryo, you heartless monster!😭

Peacekeeper: This is why I’m allergic to love.

Drunk!Lysistrata: Weewoo. That’s our classroom right there!

Peacekeeper: Oh, thank Panem, we’re here! *pushes the 4 drunken Mentors inside* In you go, children!

Drunk!Festus: But the handcuffs-

Peacekeeper: Bye, losers! *quickly runs away*

Drunk!Coryo: That’s a sign of insubordination!

Felix: Hi, guys!

Drunk!Coryo: Hi, Class Pres!

Drunk!Sejanus: Hi, everyone!

Apollo: Hi, friends!

Felix: Are you guys still drunk?

Drunk!Coryo: Maybe-

Casca: How was the zoo, Crassus?

Drunk!Coryo: Why? You jealous?

Casca: Don’t you dare disrespect me inside my own classroom, boy!

Drunk!Coryo: Or what?

Casca: Stop teasing me like that!

Drunk!Coryo: I’m not teasing-

Casca: Don’t deny it, Babe!

Drunk!Coryo: Ew. Don’t call me that. I’m a minor.

Casca: But Crassus, my love-

Drunk!Sejanus: My love?! Coryo is not your love, Cassy! He’s mine!

Casca: You’re just like your foolish boyfriend stealing father!

Drunk!Sejanus: No, I’m not! I’m better-

Casca: At stealing my darling Crassus away from me!

Drunk!Sejanus: That is it! Fight me! Fight me, you coward-

Drunk!Lysistrata: Can we sit down though? I’m tired.

Drunk!Festus: Lizzie, we’re at school. So it’s time for us to go back to sleep. *lays down on the floor*

Drunk!Coryo: Night, Creed.

Drunk!Festus: Night, guys.

Drunk!Sejanus: Sleep tight.

Felix: Don’t let the bedbugs bite.

Drunk!Festus: *sleeps*

Drunk!Lysistrata: *turns to Casca* Can I sleep too?🥺

Casca: Fine! But that’s another demerit for all of you!

Felix: Does that include me and the others?

Casca: Yes! All of you.

Livia: What?!

Apollo: That’s not fair!

Clemensia: Sir, we’re innocent!

Casca: No, you ain’t.

Felix: Sir, please reconsider. The rest of us didn’t do anything wrong yet-

Casca: You’re the Class President, right?

Felix: Yeah. . .

Casca: 2 more demerits for you then.

Felix: Wait- Wha- Why?!😫

Casca: Because, as the Class President, you were supposed to be in charge of leashing these idiots!

Felix: But you’re the Dean!

Casca: Good! That’s great! Because you’ve just earned yourself another demerit for talking back to me!

Felix: *suddenly starts crying* My granduncle was right! You really are a crazy delusional bully!

Casca: Your lousy granduncle and his stupid Bichon Frisé puppies are crazier!

Felix: *covers his ears* Those are just mean words, Felix! They are not rebellious words! They are not rebellious words!😭

Gaius: Why is our Class President talking to himself?

Diana: His irreversible war trauma is acting up again.😔

Dr.Gaul: *joins the scene* Snow fell down in the cage, it fell down in the cage, and it landed-

Felix: What the actual f*ck, lady! Don’t you scare me like that! I’m baby!

Dr.Gaul:. . .

Livia: Wow. He just said that.

Apollo: Poor Class Pres.😔

Dennis: Sorrows and prayers.

Hilarius: Lol. I’m recording this.

Felix: Sh*t. Um- Hi, Dr. Gaul.😀

Dr.Gaul: You’re so lucky that your granduncle is the current President of Panem, boy.

Felix: Thanks. I’ll shut up now.

Dr.Gaul: Now, where was I?

Clemensia: The cage part.

Dr.Gaul: Oh, that’s right! *turns to Coryo* Snow fell down in the cage, it fell down in the cage, and it landed-

Drunk!Coryo: On my homepage.

Dr.Gaul: No.

Drunk!Coryo: Stone Age?

Dr.Gaul: Not even close.

Drunk!Coryo: Bronze Age?

Dr.Gaul: Boy, are you stupid?

Drunk!Coryo: Middle Age, Ice Age, legal age, title page, macrophage, minimum wage!

Dr.Gaul: What is wrong with you?!

Drunk!Coryo: F*ck! How should I know?!

Dr.Gaul: This skinny orphan-

Drunk!Coryo: I’m too drunk to answer some sh*tty rhymes and riddles! My head hurts! Heck! It’s not even lunchtime yet! I’m going back to sleep!

Dr.Gaul: I’m not done talking-

Drunk!Coryo: Scooch over, Creed.

Drunk!Festus: Anything for you, Beyoncé~.😴🤤

Drunk!Coryo: Thanks. *shamelessly lays down*

Drunk!Festus: *rolls over again and hugs Coryo* Nice~. A body pillow.

Drunk!Coryo: *snuggles with Festus on the floor* You’re so warm, bro.

Drunk!Festus: Thanks, bro.

Drunk!Sejanus: *is jealous* You better watch out, Creed. You better watch out.

Hilarius: That’s kinda kinky. They’re both in handcuffs-

Drunk!Sejanus: Shut up, Hilari.

Felix: Night, Coryo.

Drunk!Coryo: Night, Felix.

Clemensia: It’s 8 in the morning-

Drunk!Sejanus: Sweet dreams, my love.😘

Drunk!Coryo: Wake me up before the bell rings, Babe.

Drunk!Sejanus: Will do.🥰

Drunk!Coryo: *sleeps*

Apollo: Coryo and Festus are so brave right now.

Hilarius: *is still recording* Of course they’re brave.

Clemensia: And stupid.

Hilarius: Like Sejanus!

Drunk!Sejanus: You as well, Heavensbee. You as well.

Hilarius: True. Except for the brave part. I’m just baby.

Felix: No, I’m baby.

Apollo: I’m the real baby-

Gaius: But what’s the correct answer though?

Dennis: What was the question again?

Gaius: Snow landed where?

Drunk!Sejanus: On me.

Dr.Gaul: Onstage-

Gaius: So Snow fell down on the cage and landed on Sejanus?

Drunk!Sejanus: Duh. Where else?

Dr.Gaul: I hate these children.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 2 years

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Moving in with Katsuki Bakugo

'Katsuki, where'd you leave my books?'

'Still in the car, maybe?' Your boyfriend of over a year supplied, popping his head out of the bathroom where he's busy re-organising everything to fit the both of you. 'Figured I'd wait for ya to finish gettin' your ass kicked by IKEA before I brought more crap in here.'

'It's not crap, it's literature you uncultured swine!' You jested, sticking your tongue out at him with a giggle. 'Besides, it didn't take me that long to build the thing!'

'Uh huh, sure.' He narrowed his eyes at the wood shelf now stood in his living room, empty beside his own hefty collection of books. He likes to read just as much as you do, there was no way he'd find room for your book collection without the extra storage space. 'Watch it fold like a house o' card as soon as you put a book on it.'

'Are you doubting me, babe?' You bunched up the packaging plastic in your hands for recycling, tucking it in the corner by the door. 'You're too cruel, Kats.'

'Whatever, just go get yer damn books, and take the trash out while you're at it!'

'Yessir Dynamight sir!'

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but welcomed the kiss you pressed to his lips before you left the now shared apartment.

As soon as you were gone, he paused, taking a look at the place. His apartment had always felt...big when he was alone in it, but whenever the squad came over, it felt tiny.

Now, with your rainbow throw pillow on his black leather sofa and that gimmicky flamingo LED lamp your friend bought you on the side table, it felt like just the right size.

He knew he wanted you to move in barely a month after you reconnected. It became a habit for you to meet him at his agency after work every day. You'd grab dinner, or cook at his place as yours was pretty out of the way.

He's still pissed that you were the one to admit your crush on him, granted you'd taken at least three shots of tequila to grow the courage, but still, he doubted any amount of drink would have given him the balls to do what you did.

Ever since then, Katsuki's been determined to be the best damned boyfriend you could ever want, and judging by the fact that you're now moving in with him, he's not been doing a bad job of it.

There are traces of you scattered all over the apartment now, picture frames of your time at UA, many of them decorated by your own hand. Looking at them reminds him of just how many memories the two of you share, how natural it is for you to be part of his life.

'Jesus Christ books are heavy!' You huffed, stumbling through the door with a box so big you couldn't see over it in your arms. 'Thank fuck for my bloody quirk.'

'Here, don't break the damn floorboards, dumbass.' He chuckled, taking the other side of the box and helping you set it down on the floor beside the shelf. 'I think we're gonna need a bigger shelf.'

'Aight, save the shark references for when Kiri's over.' You giggled, eagerly flipping the box open to inhale the smell of books. 'Oooh, we should so organize our books to be all aesthetic!'

'Who the hell's got time for that?!'

'Not us, I guess!' You giggled, pulling out your books to start stacking them away. 'I'll just organize them the way I always do.'

'Why the hell do you put the hardcovers on the top shelf? If they fall on your dumbass you'll get a concussion!'

'But if the paperbacks fall from that high they might get damaged!'

Katsuki rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Priorities, babe, priorities.'

You giggled, standing on your tip-toes to put a book on the top shelf and steal a kiss to his cheek. 'Love it when you call me babe.'

Katsuki flushed pink, averting his eyes from that adorable smile you flashed him, the same smile that could make his heart race. 'Whatever, dork.'

The two of you moved together through the apartment, he let you put on music and work to the sound of the playlist you'd made together.

By the time the sun went down, you're curled up on the sofa together, dishes drip-drying on the rack after Bakugo made a favourite of yours for dinner.

He's scrolling through Youtube on the TV with your head resting on his shoulder, fingers peacefully drumming against your waist while you drifted off.

It doesn't feel new, or exciting, it feels comforting, familiar, your weight nestled into his side like you belonged there. As far as Katsuki's concerned, that's exactly where he wants you to be.

#bnha #my hero academia #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bookworm reader #katsuki bakugo #fluff #teeth rotting fluff

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fishy--friend · 2 months

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i got more uh incorrect quotes uhm go1!

Dipper: What do you want to be for Halloween? Amon: Yours. Dipper: Dipper: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

Amon: Truth or dare? Dipper: Truth. Amon: How many hours have you slept this week? Dipper: Dipper: Dare. Amon: Go to sleep. Dipper: I don't like this game.

Dipper: Where are you going? Amon: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Dipper: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Mabel, knowing full well that Dipper got Amon an engagement ring: eating popcorn

Mabel: Hey, Dipper? Can I get some dating advice? Dipper: Just because I'm with Amon doesn't mean I know how I did it.

Dipper: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery! Mabel: This unmitigated poppycock? Amon: Extravagant hogwash! Dipper: Okay, stop.

Mabel: H-how do you ask someone out? Amon: Well, first- Dipper: Don't ask them, they asked me out in a McDonalds parking lot. Mabel: …And you said yes?

Mabel: Something tells me Amon's going to be a bit more unhinged today… Amon, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Dipper isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

Mabel: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Amon: I'm a knife. Dipper, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Amon: I just had a long talk with Mabel and Dipper about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

Mabel: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? Dipper: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Amon, scoffing: Oh, please. Dipper, to Amon: Hey, how you doin’? Amon: Amon: giggles and blushes

Mabel: Dipper, take out the trash. Dipper: Sure, Amon, will you go out on a date with me? laaaaaaterrr Dipper: I asked Amon out. Mabel: Oh, I’m sorry. Dipper: Why? Mabel: Well, I assume they said no. Dipper: No, they said yes. Mabel: Really? Then I’m sorry for them.

Mabel: Dipper, Amon, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing? Dipper, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that Amon is sitting atop: Oh nothing much. Amon: I love you too :)

Amon, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Dipper: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Amon: Ohhhh- Mabel: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Amon, to Mabel: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you. Dipper: Hey, that’s not very nice- Mabel: There are only eight planets, you uncultured swine! Dipper, forgetting about Amon: VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!

Dipper: Do you ever get pre-annoyed? Like you already know someone is going to piss you off? Amon: What? No, I— Mabel: enters room Dipper: jaw clenches

Mabel, learning how to drive: What happens if I press the gas and the brake at the same time? Amon: The car takes a screenshot. Dipper: Please pull over. I’m driving now.

Dipper: WHO ATE MY BREAD?! Dipper: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K- Amon: I did? Dipper: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Amon. Dipper: walks away Amon: Amon: They're gone Mabel. Mabel, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #amon lightbringer #return to the falls au #return to the falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #gravity gang #return to the falls gravity gang

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tiredflowercrown · 2 months

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Incorrect Quotes: NCLB version part 2

Camille , to Harriet: One universe, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.

Adrian : Hey, that’s not very nice-

Harriet: There are only eight planets, you uncultured swine!

Adrian , forgetting about Camille : VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!

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Harriet: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Anthony: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

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Harriet: Wait. Where's Camille ? They love Dungeons and Dragons.

Xiaobo: I thought you invited them.

Sammy: Uh, I thought Ginny invited them.

Ginny: I thought Anthony invited them.

Anthony: I never invite them.

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Camille : I think we should kiss.

Xiaobo: And I think you should die but we don’t always get what we want.

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Ginny, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Harriet, the love of my life, for telling me Sammy was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

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Ginny, laying in bed: Get out of my room.

Anxelin, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

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Xiaobo: I’m 80% awesome 20% water and 100% handsome.

Ginny: That’s 200%.

Xiaobo: I’m twice the man you’ll ever be.

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Harriet: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

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Xiaobo, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

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*The Squad is gathered in the living room for a meeting*

Camille : *walks in and sits on Xiaobo’s lap*

The Squad: …

Ginny: Why are you sitting there?

Camille : There’s no free seats!

Ginny: But we made sure there was enough room for-

Xiaobo: *hugs Camille tightly* There are no free seats.

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Xiaobo: While you were caught up in your heterosexuality, I studied the way of the blade!

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Sammy, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs?

Lillianne: It means like in hand-to-hand combat.

Sammy: Ohhhh-

Adrian: Both of you get out of this kitchen.

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Anthony: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

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Anthony: So anyways have y'all seen Xiaobo?

Ginny: I think they went in Camille's room 'studying'.

Lillianne: Doubt that. I heard groans there.

*Meanwhile in Camille's room*

Xiaobo & Camille, fighting:

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Xiaobo: Why are you burning our marriage certificate!?

Camille: Good luck trying to return me without a receipt.

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Anthony: Last night I found out Ginny is a sleep talker.

Harriet: Oh, really?

Anthony: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

#disney descendants #descendants #nclb au #harriet hook #sammy smee #Adrian Tremaine #camille song #lillianne song #anxelin fitzherbert #ginny gothel #lil shang descendants #li xiaobo #anthony tremaine

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borathae · 5 months

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ok finally doing this after a nap

Chapter 3

What is wrong with me *me 24/7, ALSO YES WHAT WAS ALL THAT???

Ever since you set foot into this estate, your brain went into a total frenzy YES EXACTLY AND it seems like she can remember hmmm

Why does everything here look so ancient? YOU NEED TO READ FANFICS to learn to live (except we dont get lucky yn parts just the unlucky embarrassing parts but thank god we aint dying every 5 chapter like yn)

You remember drinking one glass of wine. the said glass of wine:

It is totally normal to forget your date’s name after sleeping in his guestroom never been on a date, but i forgot someone's name after sitting next to them all day and realized after class while talking to bestie and had to wait till attendance next day -_-

ok the door is still locked. he told her to keep them locked and she did, but opened it for a sec and locked it again during the night. and the entire teleporting happened. this is a bit confusing hmmm. like opening it for a sec caused the change, but she locked it again. then how did they get her inside again? the bruise is there so it means it was real. the lock must have some magic and opening it during night causes it to go away?? i will think later lol

Did you punch your own throat in your sleep oof

Why did he know where to look exactly it wasnt a dream babe

istg im about to bitch slap this bitchless dude (TAE I LOVE U DONT TAKE IT TO THE HEART)

You should take better care of your belongings Kim Taehyung damn

He creeps me out honestly speaking all of them are creepy, yoongi is 10% less

just like that all your worries are wiped away like magic. like magic or with magic 👀👀(were u silent or silenced)

your knees are buckling like crazy THIS WILL BREAK ME THIS IS GONNA BREAK ME

Okay not going to lie, this was kind of cool you know whats more cooler??? jimin feeding his cycle 😂 THAT REMINDS ME OF JIN RIDING THE CYCLE HANDS FREE *fans myself

You snort, “so very humble.” ikr sOoOo HuMbLe

hmm usually you see cats sitting on horses, chilling. yoongles must be a rare kitty

Tell me again, why are you studying?” seriously dude must be bored as fuck to study, or started to forget cuz its beeen toooo looong

hold on what if some old being makes some theories and is "killed/disappeared" and later, with a different identity, studies his own theories in college 😭 and continues with it lol

It earned you a scholarship, it clearly must be well written.” or was it something to bring her to them??? 👀 *sus

The entrance exam stole my sanity from me. Even after a week of completing it I still felt jittery.” what type of students go there? what type of university is that? very weird

sunlight was just too bright for his eyes, DONT BE AN UNCULTURED SWINE, THATS WHEN UR SUPPOSED TO TWITCH AND SAY I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

Emma left, she won’t come back again EMMA DIED FOR SURE OOF

It was a clean and painless end whats that supposed to mean mr.dracula?

Taehyung was a man of such humour ikr him in interviews 😭

Taehyung knew such peculiar stories about places and that doesnt seem weird???

the rain part was soo cute it could me giggling and listening too still with you

wow the honesty was cool, though there is many secrets, some parts feels really raw.

we are both pick-me girls then BAHAHA PLS *starts playing pd48 pick me

they are so cute im gonna die

(the way i started slightly mad at tae and then ended up simping, sighs)

THEY ARE GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DATE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

i cant wait for 2seokkook's pov and her talking to them woohoo

its only been 3 chapters, obviously the suspense wouldnt make me grip my pillow yet but its already made me clutch my blanket/pearls lol

jjdafjs it took me so long to figure out how the wine pic happened HAHAHA this is such a funny idea help fjadjfs 😭😂

What is wrong with me *me 24/7, ALSO YES WHAT WAS ALL THAT???

ISTFG WHAT IS GOING ON IN THIS ESTATE???

Ever since you set foot into this estate, your brain went into a total frenzy YES EXACTLY AND it seems like she can remember hmmm

like the suspicion is growiinnggg

it doesn't make sense to you yet probably but I wanna be SA!OC so bad jfasdjf

girliepop me all the time, I forget names so easily (the same with song titles FAFAJDS like I kid you not I even forgot BTS song titles sometimes like it's so bad)

hmhmhmhm interesting theory indeed mhmhmmh or perhaps 👀 someone made her lock the door again and then think everything was just a dream 👀 mhmhmhm

You should take better care of your belongings Kim Taehyung damn

"belongings" LIKE THE ICK

He creeps me out honestly speaking all of them are creepy, yoongi is 10% less

JFJADSJF YES jhfahsdhf I agree fjadjfa

just like that all your worries are wiped away like magic. like magic or with magic 👀👀(were u silent or silenced)

INDEED LIKE WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER???

Okay not going to lie, this was kind of cool you know whats more cooler??? jimin feeding his cycle 😂 THAT REMINDS ME OF JIN RIDING THE CYCLE HANDS FREE *fans myself

omg hahahaha this scene 😭😭 he is such a goof I love him 😭😭 Seokjin is honestly so hot I need to inhale him

hmm usually you see cats sitting on horses, chilling. yoongles must be a rare kitty

*cries* he is indeed a kitty

Tell me again, why are you studying?” seriously dude must be bored as fuck to study, or started to forget cuz its beeen toooo looong

LMOAOAO FOR REAL LIKE FADHF couldn't be mE FJASDJF

hold on what if some old being makes some theories and is "killed/disappeared" and later, with a different identity, studies his own theories in college 😭 and continues with it lol

👀 interesting ohohooh

It earned you a scholarship, it clearly must be well written.” or was it something to bring her to them??? 👀 *sus

OOOOOH IMAGINEEEEE 👀👀

The entrance exam stole my sanity from me. Even after a week of completing it I still felt jittery.” what type of students go there? what type of university is that? very weird

IT IS INDEED VERY WEIRD ALL OF IT 👀

sunlight was just too bright for his eyes, DONT BE AN UNCULTURED SWINE, THATS WHEN UR SUPPOSED TO TWITCH AND SAY I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE

lmaoaooaoao in her defence I have really sensitive eyes too and can barely stay in the sun without my eyes ACHING jfadsjfj so it IS possible

Emma left, she won’t come back again EMMA DIED FOR SURE OOF

👀 mhmhmhmmh

It was a clean and painless end whats that supposed to mean mr.dracula?

LIKE HELLO WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER????

Taehyung was a man of such humour ikr him in interviews 😭

I love him 😭😭

Taehyung knew such peculiar stories about places and that doesnt seem weird???

kfadjsfasj she is just here for a good time not a long time lmaooa

wow the honesty was cool, though there is many secrets, some parts feels really raw. they are so cute im gonna die (the way i started slightly mad at tae and then ended up simping, sighs) THEY ARE GONNA HAVE ANOTHER DATE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

fjadjfjad I love how you switched instnatly JFJADSJF THIS IS SO ME WHEN SANGUIS TAE FJADSJFJ

i love how smoothly its written, like everything just flows nicely, the scenes and dialogues, its like those nice cozy well directed movies that you watch with pillows and blanket and rested face, body and mind. its only been 3 chapters, obviously the suspense wouldnt make me grip my pillow yet but its already made me clutch my blanket/pearls lol

gaaah thank youuu <3 I'm so happy that you're having such a good time with it heheheh istfg I love reading your comments, they're so awesome heheheh 🥺😭💜💜

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post

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emmashouldbewriting · 8 months

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I'm so confused by that anon. They must not watch TV/movies, listen to music, or read any genres of literature. The idea that you are less important because you "create characters" has to be the most astronomically ignorant viewpoint I've ever encountered. Like, really. Storytelling has existed since the dawn of time. IMO it's the oldest profession. And creating characters is an art of it's own. So to dismiss someone for having the emotional depth and creativity to build worlds/lives from thin air is ridiculous. Anon, if you couldn't get published, just say that and leave Emma alone, leave hardworking writers of all genres (who provide your entertainment through songs, plays, movies, books, video games, etc.) alone.

You're right. Without storytellers there are no novels, no poems, no tv shows, no movies, no documentaries, no stage plays, no musicals, no songs, no video games, and you could even say there would be no tv adverts/commericals because they tell stories. There would be no myths, no legends, and we would have no history to look back on because nobody would have told the stories that were later recorded by hand. There would be no organised religion.

The art of storytelling is quite literally a prehistoric one that has shaped our culture and society all over the world for centuries. Stories are a form of expression and escape. People turn to them in times of happiness and despair. A story is created out of twenty-six little letters strewn together thousands upon thousands of times by nothing but a single person's imagination and sheer force of will.

I can tell you that because you get it. I'm not going to tell that to someone who doesn't get it, because I'm not in the habit of conversing with uncultured swines 😇

#also i pay taxes on it so that makes it work

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yourlocalbadgerscales · 1 month

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I love when people (uncultured swines) hear me say that I read in my spare time and immediately go “omg you read for fun??” Like why are you assuming it’s for fun bitch. I read to cry, to sob uncontrollably and find every single way there is to question one’s existence. I read to SUFFER, dawg. And suffer I do. There’s no fun in that shit I just wanna cry 🎀

#ellastag

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commander-krios · 1 year

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If you're still taking the different ways to say 'I love you' prompts, how about “i’ll be damned if i don’t make you smile at least once today.” for Aurora and Joker?

Thank you for the prompt! <3

Read on AO3

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Joker didn’t know what he’d expected to happen when he barged into Shepard’s cabin and demanded that she take some shore leave with the rest of the crew. The retrofits would be done soon and if she didn’t get out and away from the reports piled on her desk, she was going to drive herself crazy. And because he was a total idiot who loved her more than his own self preservation, he’d managed to convince her to leave the ship for an hour to eat something that wasn’t military rations.

But now that they were sitting across from each other at some fancy restaurant on the Silversun Strip, he didn’t know what to do. Joker didn’t spend much time off of the Normandy unless it involved work so a real date was entirely new territory. And a date with the infamous Commander Shepard, savior of the galaxy, was certainly intimidating to say the least.

Shit, he might’ve made a mistake.

Joker brushed a hand through his hair, grumbling about leaving his hat behind. He’d stupidly planned a fancy date, well as fancy as someone like him did, a date where Aurora could feel special and not dwell on the awful things happening in the war, but it wasn’t working. She sat across from him, dipping her fries in the sauce that dripped from her sandwich without actually eating them. Something had been digging at her all week and now that they were alone, she still wasn’t talking.

She hadn’t even grumbled over his choice of outfit: he would not be separated from his Blasto tee, but since he wasn’t an uncultured swine, the leather jacket made it classy enough.

“Hey.” He said softly, reaching across the table to lay a hand on her arm. When she glanced up, he could see the sadness in her eyes. “Are you ok? If you don’t want to be here-”

She dropped the fry on her plate to entwine her hand with his. Shaking her head with a sigh, she attempted to smile but her heart wasn’t in it. “I’m sorry. This war…”

She didn’t need to elaborate.

“Yeah.” He squeezed her hand slightly, her hand smooth and unmarred despite being attached to a warrior. Ironic if anything was. “But I’ll be damned if I don’t make you smile at least once today.”

“Jeff…”

“Humor me. Please.”

It didn’t take long to pay for the food they barely ate and then to blend into the crowds on the main thoroughfare. The flashing neon lights might’ve annoyed him on any other night, but this wasn’t about him. It was about soothing Aurora’s mind, distracting her from the things she couldn’t control. Which, right about now, was almost everything.

“Let’s play a game. One of us picks out a person and the other creates a story about them. Whatdya say?”

“Jeff- we played this game a long time ago.” She reminded him, leaning against the walkway railing, eyes on him as he joined her. “I know how this works.”

“I remember how bad you are at it.”

Ocean colored eyes slanted in his direction and he felt excitement flutter in his stomach. First step: get her fired up and ready to kick ass. Check. He didn’t expect it to be this easy.

“Hey, I’ll be nice and let you choose first.”

This time, she rolled her eyes. “Your chivalry never fails to surprise me.”

Hiding his smile, he rested his arms against the railing, waiting for her to start the game. After a moment of silence between them, she sighed before motioning to a spot on the farther side of the gap: an asari and a batarian in an argument.

Clearing his throat, Joker watched as the asari flared blue for a moment, the batarian stepping back with his hands in the air. “Ooh, the asari is pissed. Her former lover was trying to make up for their past indiscretions but forgot that she was the lover that’s allergic to flowers and filled her apartment with them.”

Aurora scoffed, but no smile appeared. Dammit. “That was 100 percent lame, Jeff.”

“I’m only getting warmed up.” Joker shifted into a more comfortable position, eyes roaming the crowds around them. Then he spotted a hanar dancing to the thumping music pouring out of the casino. “How about them?”

Aurora glanced where he was pointing. She shook her head as if disappointed by his choice. “They’re dancing their way through culinary school so that one day they can host a naked cooking show with a prothean co host.”

Jeff had to keep himself from laughing, the image too hilarious and too disturbing at the same time. “You need to try better than that, Rori. That’s such an obvious answer.”

“Says the guy losing.”

The distraction part of the plan was working at least. He could check that off the list.

“Ok first, ouch. Harsh, babe. Second, I’m just getting started. Get me a new victim so I can work some magic.”

“The only magic you have is in those fingers.” She muttered, face turned away from him.

He had to have heard her wrong. “What?”

“Nothing.” She bit her lip, fighting a smile. He almost had her and he was willing to embarrass the shit out of himself to make her happy, to get her to smile. Aurora pointed at a krogan sitting alone under an artificial tree, a bowl of noodles in his enormous hands. “The krogan? What's his story?”

Jeff smiled, moving to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He leaned into her, mouth only an inch from her ear. “The krogan is imagining a world where a hanar and a Prothean have a naked cooking show with their special guest, Commander Shepard.”

With an indelicate snort, she buried her face in her hands, blonde hair cascading around her face like a waterfall. But he could hear the smile in her voice when she finally said, “Oh, you’re awful.”

He laughed, gently pulling her hands away to see the dazzling smile for himself. “It’s a great idea. Hell, I’d watch it. Maybe we should put the idea into their ear… uh whatever hanar have.”

“Jeff- you’d watch anything.” She said with a groan, but the smirk was still curling her mouth.

“The more naked, the better.” He teased, putting a finger under her chin and tilting her face so she could meet his gaze. She looked at him with such tenderness that he couldn’t imagine what she saw in him.

“I knew you watched tentacle porn, but protheans, Jeff? Should I see if Javik might be interested?”

“You think you’re joking, but touchy feely might actually take you up on that.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, lips lingering against her skin. “As tempting as an offer that could be, given the right circumstances, I only have eyes for you, babe.”

Aurora snorted, relaxing in his embrace. They stood there for a moment, watching people continue on to their plans as they rested in each other’s presence. Then she sighed, glancing up at him and brushing her lips against his lightly. “Thank you, Jeff. I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t here.”

“Probably be in a lot less trouble.” He teased, tightening his grip around her. “But I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

#aceghosts #my writing #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #aurora shepard #jeff joker moreau #shoker #femshep #femshep x joker #aurora x joker #joker mass effect #otp: i'll follow you into hell #prompt fill

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 2 years

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(awhile ago, i played an ask game in which i was asked to make a story involve MCD and one of the answers i gave was: postcard from paris.

so...i present, a postcard from paris au. you don't need to read the first fic, just the second chapter and you're good to go.

xoxo)

greener grass (the greenest growing)

part 1: a beautiful day

Remus stood awkwardly in the corner of the drawing room of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, looking out the open window at the blue skies that were a perfect contrast to the heavy velvet curtains and the mood from inside the house. Glass of wine in his hand, knuckles turning white from gripping the stem so hard, only half hearing Sirius's voice telling him he was an uncultured swine--a barbarian-- for letting his fingers touch the glass.

Remus didn't pretend to have a culture in the first place, glancing down at his feet where his black dress shoes were untied and scuffed on the toe. Suit and tie, dressed in a sort of costume he hadn't wanted to put on that morning before attending the service, caught somewhere at the intersection of denial, disbelief, and dread. He typically loved going to Number 12.

They had spent birthdays and New Year's there, celebrating milestones with joy the way Sirius and Kingsley knew how to do.

Going away parties and promotion parties.

Baby showers and welcome back parties.

And now they were here.

The house was filled with small talk and music from a record player that felt more eerie than ambient. It made Remus's hair stand on edge the way everyone passed along platitudes and placations; it made him roll his eyes when he walked in and saw security scanning people's wands. Death apparently wasn't a big enough occasion to warrant privacy, treating the service and the reception as another charity gala or event of the season. And not something terrible that had happened.

He took a sip of his wine, teeth on edge as a woman's overly shrill laughter rang through the halls.

It should have been Sirius's obnoxious laughter. Not hers.

Remus stepped towards the window, slumping over to rest his forehead on the glass, eyeing the white roses that framed the backyard of Number 12.

"I think he reinforced the glass, so if you're thinking of taking a nose dive..."

Remus pulled his forehead off the window and turned around over his shoulder to the sound of the familiar voice. Familiarity was supposed to bring comfort, or so the saying goes, but it sent knots straight to Remus's stomach.

Though, at this point, his stomach had been in knots for two weeks, what was a few more?

"Looks like I've been thwarted then," Remus murmured, not quite making eye contact with the man in front of him. James gave a half-grin that quickly fell from his face, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his hair.

Nearly 40 and he still had a full head, not a strand of grey in sight. Meanwhile, Remus had bags under his eyes the size of carry-on luggage and more grey hair than he could count.

"How are you doing, Moons?"

"That's a stupid question to ask. How are you?"

James opened his mouth and closed it again, walking into the drawing room after shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers, robes hanging over his shoulders. It was strange. James in all black, when normally James took every opportunity to wear bright magenta's and purples.

Yellow's and bright oranges, mirroring a sunset in the sky or extravagant city lights in the night. Remus had once thought James was the Eiffel Tower-- the real fucking thing that was it for him-- only to have the fantasy crumble when James hadn't followed through.

Again.

Leaving Remus waiting and disappointed.

Again.

Not that Remus had put the effort in either...again.

They went around and around, and now James was in black robes, and Remus was holding a wine glass, and they were in the same room for the first time in seven years.

"You're right...stupid question."

"Cheers," Remus raised his glass, finishing the contents in a long gulp.

"Is the wine good at least?"

"Would it be a Black party if it wasn't?"

"Not much of a party."

"That bint from the Ministry with the hat might disagree..."

"Oh, her..." James muttered, shaking his head, looking as if he was about to say something, but he stopped himself again. Remus knew that look--that feeling. He had been wearing it and feeling it for the past two weeks since he got the news.

"Yeah."

"I...I know it's been a while..." Remus snorted, "And I know...we kind of fell apart--"

"You make it sound like an accident."

"Wasn't it?" asked James, "We...were young. Some things work out when you're young, and some things...just don't."

"I don't think that changes because we're older..." Remus finally met James's eyes, hazel sending him straight back to their best friend's wedding.

“I told you we’re not doing this.”

"Doing what?" James asked hands paused on the belt buckle of Remus's trousers, identical robes already shed behind them in the bedroom of Sirius's villa in France, bottle of champagne on the dresser.

"This! What we always do!It's so fucking stupid. We pretend its forever and then it ends the same. You leaving for work, and then we write letters for another two weeks and promise to floo and visit and you send me postcards and pictures but we never end up meeting until there’s some…function. And that's what happens, every single fucking time. When Sirius moved out, when Sirius got engaged, now he's married and unless he gets married again, I don't know when the hell I'm going to see you!"

It wasn't a wedding.

"This isn't a wedding," Remus told him.

"I know," James swallowed, "I don't know how I'll get through it wit--"

"Dad-- there you are!" a third voice came and this time both Remus and James turned around to greet it, "Why are you two being all dodgy by the window?" Harry asked, adjusting the glasses on his face.

It was cruel torture, the way Harry had grown up to look so much like his father and haunted the halls of Hogwarts for Remus. The privilege of watching Harry grow tainted by memories of his father and what if's from when Harry was younger.

"Were you looking for me, Haz?" James asked a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, we're kicking people out now, Mum says we can do it but someone needs to go sit with--"

"Sure," James nodded and inclined his head toward Remus. They easily fell into step again, as they left the safety of the drawing room. Side by side, one foot after another, a single unit, but it never stayed like that for long. They walked through the hall, Remus listening to Harry and Lily move people out the front door.

Thank you for coming.

It means so much.

"He didn't even like half these fucking twats..." James muttered under his breath.

"Don't need to tell me that..."

"Good."

The casserole was delicious.

"It tasted like feet," remarked Remus and James coughed out a laugh, just before they came to the sitting room.

A casket in the middle of the room, white roses around the base.

Vacated chairs.

Velvet curtains wide open

And Sirius sitting on the edge of the couch, head in his hands now that the room had cleared out, fingers frantically combing through his hair over and over again.

Ordinarily, Remus would've made a joke about how he was going to go bald.

But it didn't seem like the time.

"Habibi," James said gently, sitting next to Sirius on the couch and pulling hands out of his hair to hold them instead, "Did you have the feet casserole?"

Apparently it was the time.

"Feet casserole?" Sirius responded quietly, still staring down at the ground. "I think its technical name is Widower casserole."

"Mmmm no, I'm pretty sure its feet," James corrected, turning his head to look at Remus, "Remus had some."

We make a good team, Moons.

"A whole big toe," Remus nodded, before taking a breath and crossing to the other side of Sirius, "Budge over, where are your manners?"

"In my husband's casket, I think..."

"I'll put mine in there too," Remus agreed.

"You didn't have any to begin with," Sirius retorted and nudged Remus lightly with his shoulder.

They were three again.

James.

Sirius.

Remus.

On a couch.

Blue skies behind their heads.

James hands holding onto to Sirius so he wouldn't slip away.

Life lines.

"We have a week. To sit here...and...be with him one last time..." Sirius said softly, lifting his head up from the ground, and staring at the casket instead. His jaw was tight, muscles in his hands flexing over and over again against James's. "You think that'll do it?"

"Do...what?" asked Remus

"Help this feel less shitty?"

"No," Remus said bluntly, leaning back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling. He felt two more thumps against the cushions in succession, seeing Sirius and James from his peripherals looking up all the same.

"But its...a beautiful day," James continued, "And...we're here."

Remus didn't have to look down to know it was James's hand on top of his knee.

Remus didn't even have to wait for the wine to kick in to know he would be absolutely fucked, once again, in ruins and shambles by the end of the week. It didn't matter that it was a funeral. It didn't matter that Remus had told himself he was too old to me making the mistakes of a twenty year old; thirty year old.

James's hand gave his knee a squeeze. An electric shock through his body, and Remus closed his eyes.

Here we go again.

#greener grass #moonchaser #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #part 1 of three #cw: mcd mention #cw: grief #cw: death #grief and mourning rituals!!!

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Quirkless Advantage

Chapter sixteen: Knife

Warning: Lots and lots of cussing…..

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These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!

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"Fuuuck, my head hurts," I say out loud. The bed that I am in is incredibly uncomfortable.

It definitely doesn't help my back at all.

I try to get up but I'm pushed back down. "Don't," a voice on the left side of me says, "You'll hurt worse if you do that." I look over to the left side and see Aizawa. "I'm sorry," I say, starting to form tears in my eyes. Aizawa sighs, "What are you sorry for? You were at the wrong place at the wrong time." "I couldn't do anything," I say, a tear going down my cheek. Aizawa lifts up his hand and wipes it away, "Don't...You got hurt... You wouldn't have been able to do anything even if you didn't get hurt, so don't...just don't cry. Please."

My vision is blurry and my head throbs.

"Please! Please! No!" I hear my own voice in my head again.

"Tsuna..what's wrong? Why are you grabbing your head?" I hear Aizawa say but it sounds like he is so far away. "Tsuna! Tsuna! Answer me!" Aizawa says standing up and grabs my hands to pull them away from my head that was gripping so hard.

"It hurts!" I say thrashing around trying to get out of his grip, "It won't stop! My head won't stop! I can't! I can't! It hurts! Make it stop!"

I sit up, trying to get away but I suddenly stop when everything is clear again. "I-I'm sorry," I say, turning my head towards Aizawa, "I don't know what happened."

Aizawa stares at the pillow behind me, "I'm going to get Recovery Girl." He walks out and I turn around to see that there is blood in my pillow. I reach behind my head to touch it but before I do, the door opens and they walk in. Recovery Girl comes over and examines me.

Apparently when I hit my head, my head busted open and cracked my skull. Luckily, I have no damage to my brain and she is able to heal my head but my skull will take time to heal completely. My back is fine but just sore from hitting the wall.

Recovery Girl leaves and I'm able to get released from the hospital.

"Finally! We're home!" I say opening the front door to the apartment and walking over to the couch, just to dramatically lay across it. "Get up," Aizawa says standing in front of me, "You have to eat. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday." "I'm fine," I say, stretching my arms over my head.

My back feels so much better now.

"Yeah, no," Aizawa says walking away and into the kitchen, "I'm going to make you something and you're going to eat it."

"What?" I suddenly get up and run to the kitchen, "No, you're cooking looks like what the dad from Coraline makes. It even tastes worse than it looks."

"I don't understand that reference," Aizawa says, turning around from the fridge.

"You uncultured swine," I say, walking over to the refrigerator and opening the freezer. "We're going to watch it," I say, taking out two mac and cheese frozen dinners, "And eat these."

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"Ok, I understand that reference now," Aizawa says watching Coraline's dad scoop out food that really looks more like slime than actual food. "My food isn't that bad," Aizawa says and I take out my phone.

I ignore the notifications and open my phone. I show my phone, which has a picture of what looks like slime on a plate, to Aizawa "Ok, you're right," Aizawa admits. "But why do you even have a picture of that?" He asks.

"Oh, because I like to show it to Haru for evidence because he doesn't believe me when I say that it looks like slime."

"Really? Out of everything that you could say about me, you say that?"

"Yup," I grin.

"Go to bed Tsuna," He says getting up. "Hey, the movie isn't over! Also, it's only 8:00, you old man," I say pausing the movie. "We'll finish it tomorrow," He says, opening his bedroom door and shutting it behind him. "You are such a baby!" I yell, turning off the tv. "Oh, I thought I was an old man!" Aizawa yells from his closed room. "Well, you are an old baby!" I yell getting up. "Goodnight Tsuna!" He yells back. "Goodnight!" I yell, walking into the kitchen and throwing away the empty containers.

I go to my room and change into pajamas. I lay down in my bed and shut my eyes. Only to see darkness luring me to sleep.

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"NO!" I scream running towards something. "Why?!" I yell falling to my knees. "Why did you do that?! What was the point of this?!" I yell cradling something in my arms.

All I see is red.

Why can't I see what it is? What type of dream is this?

"I'm so sorry...so..so..sorry," I say in a much softer voice than before.

I hear footsteps coming closer, "Don't worry, I'll fix this."

I look up and see-

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I sit up suddenly and cry, grabbing my head.

"Stop! What is wrong with you!" I yell inside of my head over and over.

"You....It's....." I say inside of my head.

"NO!" I yell inside of my head.

My eyesight is blurry...My head is loud..All of the voices inside my head are saying the same thing over and over. It won't stop.

Suddenly everything stops when I hear a noise and see my phone light up.

I look over to the nightstand to see a bunch of notifications. Most of them were just random notifications for apps. There was a few from 'Dumb Fox' and a few from 'Gingy'.

I decided to click on 'Gingy' to get done with him first.

"Hi, I heard that there was an attack on Hosu. Were you there? If you were, are you ok?" The text says.

"Hi, sorry I just saw this. Yeah, I heard that too. I wasn't there but it does sound crazy," I say after thinking about what to say. I don't want to say anything because he will just worry and bug me about it. Instead of waiting for his reply I send, "I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

Now to respond to 'Dumb Fox'.

"Hiya Bunny, meet me at this location at 10:30 at night tomorrow," the text says.

"Hiya Fox, sorry I just saw this. Yeah...no. I'm not going to meet up with you when I'm going to a park at night. Also, I don't even know why I'm meeting you," I text back.

He responds back immediately, "Don't you trust me?"

I sigh and respond, "We've been over this."

"Yes, I know. You would rather trust Kugaha than me. Yeah, I get it," his text says.

I think for a minute, "Fine, but I swear if anything happens. It won't end well for you."

"Oh no, I'm so scared," he responds with a laughy emoji.

"I'm serious...Anyways, goodnight. I'm going to bed," I say.

"Goodnight," he responds.

I then get a notification pop up at the top of the screen from 'Gingy' saying, "I'm glad you were not there. Goodnight."

If only you knew...

I eventually fall asleep, hoping that dream doesn't happen again.

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"Aizawa...What is this for?" I ask him, holding a knife in my hand.

After I got up and got ready for school, Aizawa decided to go into the kitchen, where I was, and handed me a pocket knife.

"It's for your protection," he says, walking over to the cabinets to get a mug. "After what happened in Hosu, I realized that you need to know how to protect yourself," he says, grabbing another mug and pouring two cups of coffee.

"Ok, fine but I can't bring it to school...You know that," I say, taking the mug away from him and putting half and half in it and a little bit of sugar. "Yes, I know but you can still have it in the car and bring it elsewhere," He says, taking a sip of his black coffee.

I don't know how he can drink black coffee.

I look down at the knife and look at myself in the reflection. I can't really see all of myself. I can only see where my hair goes over my shoulders.

I should really cut my hair soon.

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