#i am however severely distracted

[ace-malarky]

Oh gross I have housework to do today guys

I have fucken chores :(

But also I think I'm close to the end of this piece maybe soooo 👉👈

[3hks]

How to Write a Character with THAT *Sad Aura*

Have you ever stumbled upon a character, who, despite radiating wholesome, positive energy, also has a subtle undertone of sadness? It's kind of intriguing, isn't it? If you've ever wanted to write a perhaps more complex character or explore writing emotions, why not check this out?

What am I talking about?

Let's do a quick introduction as to what I mean. I've said this a couple times already, but to the reader, this character feels despondent even though they act nothing like it. This doesn't mean they have to act happy all the time (like my first example); they might act cold, or apathetic, but the point is they don't act visibly sad.

This faint melancholic mood provides a charming, or even nostalgic feel to the audience through ONE character! Isn't that kind of fun?

Eye Expressions

This character will not show sadness on their face--that contradicts the idea of "sad aura". But you know what they say, right? Eyes are the windows to the soul; they do not lie!

When trying to highlight some of this unhappiness, write about their eyes. Talk about how their eyes look oddly dim sometimes when they smile, or how they don't meet their friend's eyes when they laugh. These cues are simple but powerful.

Adverbs

You always have to be mindful of adverbs, but here especially, adverbs (and adjectives) unconsciously influence how your audience views the character.

For example, avoid saying too much of "smiled brightly" or "talked excitedly". If these are the adverbs you purposefully want to use to portray your character, then by all means! However, these adverbs add a happier connotation, which you must be aware of. If you want something more neutral (which I recommend for the most part), consider using lighter adverbs/adjectives, such as "smiled softly", or "offered lightly".

Reasons

A reason is normally needed for almost everything. Here, you want genuine reasons to back up why your character doesn't ask for help, thus forcing them to work through their unhappiness alone.

This could be because they think other people can't solve the problem, they don't want to bother others, they don't think their issue is a big deal, or they simply believe there's no solution.

Physical Hints

And if all this isn't enough, then drop some physical hints! Perhaps your character gets distracted often, tends to hesitate before speaking, deflects concerned comments with jokes, or has a hard time acknowledging reassurances, even when it's unrelated to their personal troubles. These habits suggest the idea your character has more than meets the eye.

Mood Changes

When people are upset, their mood tends to fluctuate. For most of us, we're typically upset for a short period, so we cycle through emotions such as anger, sadness, and even joy during these moments.

However, if your character is consistently sad, not just for a day or two, their mood might shift on different days. Maybe they're really tired one day, hardly speaking. Maybe the next, they are more frustrated, snapping at people or ignoring them. Maybe the day after that, they are overly energetic, bouncing everywhere and talking all the time, providing a bit of whiplash.

Purpose

Similar to having a reason for their reluctance of reaching out, you also want to ensure that they have a purpose for fighting. Why haven't they given up yet? This is especially crucial when considering the real world, where feeling upset leads to a lack of motivation.

So, what keeps them going, then? Do they want to fix their regrets? Do they want to change?

Backstory and Actions

To be honest, I wouldn't consider a backstory an absolute necessity, but I highly suggest creating one. Why? Because you can accurately identify the reason for your character's guilt, regret, and sorrows from the past with an actual backstory.

The events of your character's past always influence their future actions.

For example, if they were a part of a severe car accident in the past, perhaps they only feel comfortable when they are the driver in the future because that means they can control the car.

Conclusion

This character is not especially different from any other character, besides the fact that they are neither obvious nor overly secretive of their genuine feelings.

With that being said, focus on embodying their eye expressions, be careful about which adverbs and adjectives you choose to use--I recommend choosing ones with more neutral connotations for a sense of melancholy, explain why your character keeps their sadness to themselves and why they keep fighting despite it, show mood fluctuations, drop physical hints, such as actions and/or specific personality traits, and make sure to connect their past to their present!

Happy writing~

3hks ^^

[happyanimeposts]

Concept: Garak meeting Data. At first, Garak is curious about this android Julian speaks so highly of, hoping for some delightful literature debate. The moment Data walks into view, however, and Data says, "I am eager to spend my shore leave here on the station" Garak gets distracted by the fact that Data is spending his shore leave in his uniform. Naturally, Garak invites Data to his shop to find him something a little more casual and fashionable to wear, but that proves an impossible challenge: Data simply does not style. Garak can find clothes that suit him, that accentuate his skin tone (and then de-accentuate it when Data requests so in an effort to look more human), and he can find styles that suit Data's body type... but none of that changes the fact that Data wears clothes the same way the average person chooses a padd to work with: with no regard for aesthetic whatsoever. Being an android, he has no concept of personal style, and is equally comfortable working clothed or nude, and only wears clothes because of social expectation. Therefore, no matter what Garak styles him in, it ends up looking bland and drab, because Data never really feels the clothes he wears or takes pride in the cut or the make or how it looks on him or any of it.

Finally, Data finds something that he wants to wear, and worse, it's not even from his shop (but then, of course not: Garak would die before allowing a fashion monstrosity like that to come into existence with his own hands). The item of clothing in question: The most hideous cat-print breezy beach shirt Garak has even seen, in a horrid kitchen wall yellow that puts all of Julian's fashion crimes to shame. And then, to top it all off, the yellow brings out Data's eyes nicely, and he enjoys wearing it because the cat on the print reminds him of Spot... which means he looks good in it.

Garak visits sickbay with several fractured knuckles on his right hand, and Julian jokingly asks: "Did you punch a bulkhead?" Garak laughs, but Miles mentions having to repair an odd fist-shaped dent in the bulkhead in Garak's shop, and makes the same joking remark: "I didn't take Garak for a punching a bulkhead kind of guy, but I don't know how else it could have happened."

Suddenly, his joke doesn't seem like much of a joke.

[yourlocalravendork]

Accidental date

A/N: I am a sucker for early seasons Spencer. Give me our sweet, stuttering baby Spence any day of the week. That being said, enjoy some fluff of our favourite boy genius. Buckle up, it's a decently long one

CW: Tooth rotting fluff, both oblivious reader and Spencer (for someone so smart he can be kinda dumb but we love him), wouldn't be a Spencer fic without some nerd facts, reader likes mythology

Words: 2.2k

Being a BAU agent meant an unpredictable life schedule. Spencer knew that. He knew that all too well. You didn't though. You were still adjusting to the fact that and that was apparent with the way you showed up after being called in late.

Spencer was in the break room, grabbing a coffee to wake him up, when you walked in. You were more dressed up than usual and an air of disappointment hung over you. Spencer was about to say something but Derek beat him to it.

"You look like someone's just rained on your parade," Morgan said, leaning on the counter next to Spencer, "What's ruffled your feathers?"

"A date that I'm probably not going to hear back from. I get in my car to leave and then Hotch calls," you sighed. Spencer couldn't really relate. He'd never had to cancel a date due to his severe lack of them, however, he could appreciate your annoyance. He opened his mouth to try and offer some comforting words but was cut off when JJ poked her head in the break room, telling them Hotch was expecting them in the briefing room.

Something similar happened two weeks later. Spencer was just working on some case files when you walk in with a huff, dumping your bag on the floor next to your desk. Dressed up nice, yet again, for someone who would never see the effort you put in for them.

"Can't serial killers respect our weekends?" you mutter with a roll of your eyes. It drew an amused huff from Spencer.

"Life would be so much easier that way, wouldn't it?" Spencer said, the hint of amusement lacing his voice. You had to admit, his amused tone did help ease your annoyance at being called in.

"Come on, boy genius, let's get our arses to the briefing room so we don't get lectured about the importance of punctuality," You sighed.

Spencer was slowly coming to the conclusion you were cursed. This was coming from a man of science and statistics, keep in mind. Your dates being called off due to a case was becoming a regular thing and Spencer couldn't help but wonder if you ever got time to yourself. The case started how it seemed to usually start. You came in, disappointment clear on your face, a slight slump in your posture. Spencer felt sorry for you. Truly, he did. So he decided you needed something to cheer you up.

After they wrapped up the case, Spencer found you gazing out of the jet window. A familiar peaceful look was painting your face. He'd noticed that you often enjoyed just looking out windows as you travelled. He often wondered what you were thinking as you looked out there.

All confidence he was building up dissipated when you turned your head and smiled softly as he took a seat opposite you. His face started to contort as he tried to figure out how to put this. His hands had a mind of their own as he fiddled with his own fingers, a familiar stim he had to keep him grounded.

"I... Well," he began, swallowing any fear that might be threatening to infiltrate his voice, "I sort of noticed, when you first got here for the case, you... You looked almost disappointed... And stressed, definitely stressed." He mentally cursed himself. Was it rude to say a woman looked stressed? He didn't know. He just thought he was digging a deeper hole for himself. Little did he know, you were hanging onto every word he was saying. At least someone was paying attention. Failed date after failed date did horrible stuff for your self esteem.

"Well... I... I... Um, I figured that you might need a distraction from all this work," Spencer wrung his hands, really underestimating how nerve wracking asking a colleague to spend time with you actually was, "So if you want, there's this planetarium and I have an extra ticket. I... I figured if there was anyone on this plane that would genuinely enjoy the planetarium, it would be you. So... I guess what I am trying to ask is if you'd want to go with me?" You smiled softly over at him. By the way he was continously wringing his hands, it was clear he was apprehensive in asking. But you figured what did you have to lose.

"Sure, that would be nice," you replied with a small nod. And with those five words, you could see a wave of relief wash over his face.

Spencer was patiently waiting for you to pack up your things once you reached the bull pen. He was more nervous than he thought. It was just two friends going to the planetarium together. Nothing more, right?

"You, um... You ready to go?" Spencer asked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to swallow his nerves.

"Yeah," you replied quietly, grabbing your bag and before you could sling it over your shoulder, Spencer spoke up.

"I'll carry that, if you want," he offered. You handed your bag over, thought nothing of it. He was just being a friend.

"Thanks," you nodded as the two of you made your way to the elevator.

You got into Spencer's car and buckled up, a lot more confident than Spencer. He was worrying about you thinking anything more of this little outing. Would that be a bad thing though? He didn't know, his thoughts were too cluttered. The car ride was quiet to begin with. Spencer was a bit apprehensive on turning the radio on. He was overthinking his music taste now. What would you think if you turned on the radio and just heard classical music? Who even listened to classical music for fun? Him, that's for sure. He was pulled out of his thoughts by your voice. "Do you always drive in silence?" you asked him. He shook his head. "No, I… Um…" Words were getting stuck in his throat. Why was he so nervous? "I usually have the radio on. You can turn it on if you want." The second the words left his lips, he regretted them. You reached towards the car stereo and turned it on. The sounds of Vivaldi's Four Seasons filled the car. A soft smile appeared on your face. Spencer tried to read it. Was it a teasing smile? Were you going to take the piss out of him? "This is one of my favourite pieces," you said before humming along under your breath. That helped relieve Spencer of some of his stress. At least you didn't think he was a total nerd for listening to classical music.

Spencer had severely underestimated how many people had the same idea of coming to the planetarium. He could handle a lot of things. He saw a lot of things with his job. But one thing he could not deal with was large crowds. He shuffled closer to you, swallowing his nerves for the nth time this evening. He didn't want to say something. You were already fed up of dates being cancelled because of work, the last thing you needed was this to be cancelled because Spencer hated large crowds. As if sensing his nerves, you subtly offered him your hand. You doubted he'd take it due to the 'staggering amount of pathogens', however he did. As he did, he shot you an appreciative look. It was nothing, really. It's what friends do, right?

The two of you found your seats and settled in. It was practically packed. However, as the show began, the room fell silent. Spencer could deal with this. He was trying to focus on the talk, he really was, however, you were right there next to him. He watched you as you clung onto every word, watching as you relaxed, finding a rare moment of peace in your stressful job. It was a nice sight to see and a small smile quirked up the corner of his lips. He didn't need to look up at the projection of the stars. He much preferred to view it through the reflection in your eyes. It was almost like childlike wonder. Beautiful. That was the only word Spencer could think to describe this moment. It would be one he thought about for months, even years to come.

"Do you have a favourite star?" you asked, as you the two of you left to head to his car. Like the gentleman he was, he held the door open for you as he thought about your question. "I quite like Sirius. It's in the Canis Major constellation. According to myth, the Canis Major and Minor constellations were Orion's hunting dogs. Orion would boast about how many animals he'd killed so when he was banished, him and his hunting dogs were doomed to hunt the skies yet never to catch anything." Spencer really wasn't expecting you to still be paying attention by the end of his mini ramble. Most people lost interest. But as he looked over at you in the passenger seat, he noticed you were hanging onto every word he was spewing. It was a nice feeling, knowing someone had been paying attention. "I quite like mythology," you admit, "Especially Greek. Although Norse is quite intresting too, so is Egyptian and, of course, Roman." It was a little fascination of yours that you kept to yourself. Just something small to keep your mind off of all the gore your work had. "It's quite fascinating looking back on myths too. You can really learn a lot about the time period through myths and how certain people are portrayed," you said before going on a ramble about myths. As Spencer drove, he couldn't quite believe how much more you were being open. He knew you had nerdy tenancies, he just didn't know the extent of them. It was nice to hear you talk.

The next morning, Spencer watched as you walked over to your desk. There was a slight bounce to your step. It had worked. His little outing had cheered you up. He smiled to himself as you took a seat next to him. "Morning," you said in a rather cheerful tone as you logged onto your computer. "Good morning," he replied with a soft nod. "Good morning, love birds," Morgan chimed in, putting a hand on both of your backs. Spencer looked very confused. Love birds? Where did that nickname come from? "So, how was your date? I mean, outing," he teased, that typical, teasing smirk painting his lips. "It wasn't a date, Morgan. We just went to the planetarium," you pointed out. "Yeah, you did. Just the two of you, boy genius here drove you there and home. Sounds like a date to me," Morgan shrugged. The more he spoke, the more he was right. It did sound an awful lot like a date. "I bet he even held the doors for you like the gentleman he is." Morgan's teasing was all in good faith, as usual. However that didn't stop the blush creeping up Spencer's neck. Yeah, it really did seem like a date. Before Morgan had time to tease you anymore, Emily cut in, ready to save you two from embarrassment. "Leave them alone, Morgan," Emily said with a roll of her eyes, "What they do in their free time is up to them."

As Morgan walked away, Spencer thought about it. Yeah, the way Morgan put it definitely made it sound like a date. Spencer wasn't sure what to think about that. He began wringing his hands again. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest, his breathing was slowly picking up. He was panicking. Panicking over the fact that, yeah, he had taken you on a date and neither of you realised. "You good?" you asked, looking over at him. "Yeah…" he tried lying however his voice cracked, clearly betraying his true feelings, "Well, sort of… No." "You're overthinking," you pointed out. "Did you see last night as… As a… As a date?" he struggled to get that last part out and, frankly, he was freaking out about your reply. "I didn't really think of it that way until Morgan opened his mouth about it," You shrugged. Oh god. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Spencer's mind started spinning, running worse case scenario after worse case scenario. Until your words quietened his mind. "If it was a date, it was the best one I'd been on in a while." Your smile was soft, just like your voice. He nodded slowly, trying to process it. You weren't mad that it could be interpreted as a date. You weren't disgusted by the idea of going on a date with him. "Well… I mean… That's… Good. Good. Cool," Spencer said, trying to form words. His 187 IQ was slashed into single digits all because of you. His brain was mush. "Maybe at some point we could go on an official date," You said slightly quieter. And if he brain wasn't mush then, it certainly was now. "That would be nice," he said with a small nod.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Reptilia - Cuculiformes

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of birds are the Cuculiformes, commonly called “cuckoos”. Cuculiformes contains one living family, Cuculidae, and 33 genera.

Cuckoos are generally medium-sized, slender, intelligent birds. Most live in trees, though some are primarily ground-dwelling. They feed on insects, insect larvae, and a variety of other animals, as well as fruit. Their feet are zygodactyl, meaning that the two inner toes point forward and the two outer backward. Arboreal species tend to be more slender have short tarsi, while terrestrial species are more heavy set and have longer tarsi for running. Almost all cuckoos have long tales that are used for steering during either flying or running. Some species have cryptic plumage, while others have bright, elaborate, or iridescent plumage. They live all over the world’s continents except Antarctica, in habitats ranging from rainforest to desert. Some are migratory.

Most cuckoos are monogamous, though exceptions exist. Cuckoos are usually solitary, and only some species can be found in pairs or groups. However, during the breeding season a pair will spend time together, sometimes bringing each other gifts of insects or fruit. Some species of cuckoo are brood parasites. Brood parasites will lay their eggs in the nests of other birds, in some cases while the male distracts the host parents. Their eggs sometimes look similar to the eggs of their chosen hosts, though they usually have thicker and stronger shells. This protects the egg if a host parent tries to damage it. The cuckoo egg hatches earlier than the host eggs, and the cuckoo chick grows faster; in most cases, the chick instinctively evicts the eggs and/or young of the host species. In some species the cuckoo chick does not harm the other eggs or chicks intentionally, but will outcompete them for food. However, the majority of cuckoo species are not brood parasites, and their nests vary in shape from shallow platforms of twigs, to globular or domed nests of grasses, to saucers or bowls on the ground, to simply being laid directly on the ground. Non-parasitic species lay white eggs, and both male and female are usually involved in care of the eggs and chick. The young of all species are altricial, born weak and featherless, though non-parasitic cuckoos leave the nest before they can fly.

Cuculiformes are part of the clade Otidimorphae, which also includes the Musophagiformes (turacos) and Otidiformes (bustards). Otidimorphs arose in the Eocene, around 34 million years ago. One of the oldest known cuckoos is Dynamopterus velox from the Oligocene.

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While most species of cuckoo are solitary and secretive, the Anis (genus Crotophaga) (image 4) tend to be the exception to this rule. They live and nest communally, with a large nest being built by several pairs in which a number of females lay their eggs and then share incubation, feeding, and territorial defense duties. They also tend to be extremely trusting and friendly towards humans and other species.

Many cuckoos will eat the noxious, hairy caterpillars avoided by other birds. They can do this by rubbing the caterpillar back and forth on a branch to rub off their venomous hairs, and then crushing it with special bony plates in the back of their mouth.

The smallest cuckoo is the Little Bronze Cuckoo (Chalcites minutillus) which is 15-16 cm (5.9-6.3 in) long and weighs 14.5-17 grams (0.51-0.60 oz). It feeds on insects and while it usually hunts alone, it has often been seen hunting in groups of up to 5 birds.

Meanwhile, the Channel-billed Cuckoo (Scythrops novaehollandiae) is the largest living cuckoo, at 56–70 cm (22–28 in) long, with a 88–107 cm (35–42 in) wingspan, and weighing between 560–935 g (1.2–2 lb). The Channel-billed Cuckoo is a brood parasite, and also the largest brood parasite in the world. They parasitize the nests of larger Australian birds, such as ravens (genus Corvus), currawongs (genus Strepera), and butcherbirds (family Artamidae).

The fastest cuckoos are the Roadrunners (genus Geococcyx) (see gif above), which have been recorded running at 32 km/h (20 mph).

The Black Coucal (Centropus grillii) is unique among cuckoos for being polyandrous, with males tending to the nests while the larger female patrols the territory. A female’s territory can contain several nests with a different male at each nest, and males will often adopt the eggs and chicks of other males.

Cuckoos are a heavily present symbol in many human cultures. In Ancient Greek mythology, the god Zeus transformed himself into a cuckoo so that he could seduce the goddess Hera, to whom the bird was sacred (women in Ancient Greek mythology were frequently attracted to birds.) Three sacred cuckoos appear in the Finnish epic the Kalevala, connected to the death of a young girl who was being forced into marriage. In India, cuckoos are sacred to Kamadeva, the god of desire and longing, whereas in Japan, the cuckoo symbolises unrequited love. Cuckoos are a sacred animal to the Bon religion of Tibet. In Germany, a cuckoo clock is a classic pendulum-driven clock that mimics the call of a Common Cuckoo (Cuculus canorus) (image 2), complete with an automated cuckoo bird that moves with each note. Additionally, the brood parasitism of some cuckoo species gave rise to the term "cuckold", referring to the husband of an adulterous wife.

[phoenixyfriend]

Was chatting about good alternate Cody&Obi-Wan dynamics with @threebea, and one of them we just had a lot of fun with.

Bea:

Cody: We are doing a good job at war. Are you proud general. Obi-Wan: [grump in CW '03] Cody being in a lacky position is very funny to me, if that makes sense. Cody: The boss will surely promote me. Obi-Wan: You're diligent and thorough but we cannot save supplies by powering this with my lightsaber that is not happening. I have always considered that of the two of them, Cody is the reckless hot-blooded one and Rex is the level-headed one. (Obi-Wan's view skewed however having raised one Anakin Skywalker making Cody kicking droids seem very reasonable and thought out.)

Here were my options for Cody and Obi dynamics:

Obi-Wan treating Cody the way he treats Anakin, early on in their working relationship, tentative but working on that angle because those two are the same age and rank so like. Cody might really be as much of a Dumb Young Man as most young men are, yes?

Obi-Wan treating Cody with a hands-off approach because the guy can manage the army while Obi-Wan runs off to stab the Count, right?

Obi-Wan treating Cody kinda coldly because his instinct is to be very delicate and nice to these traumatized young men, but they don't like it when he does that, so he has to be standoffish because otherwise he'll start babying them because they're barely any older than Anakin was when he got his boy.

Obi-Wan treating Cody as a Research Assistant because he's a nerd and sometimes padawans would be assigned to him in the archives, and Cody hovers behind his shoulder the way those students did so he just got distracted and started giving Research Guy orders instead of High General orders.

Aaaaaanyway we got in on that last one.

Obi-Wan definitely had to call him Padawan at least once Cody: ... [Looks around nope just him]

Cody: I expected to be mistaken for my brothers due to our faces. I did not expect to be mistaken for... Anakin Skywalker? Did I get that right?

Rex: My general called me mom once. I think he was joking? but I'm not sure.

One day, Cody has to come into the Temple for some professional reason, is told that Obi-Wan is in the archives, and walks into the sight of Obi-Wan wandering the stacks with several teenagers following him like ducklings, giving instructions with just "Padawan, could you grab that one?"

When Cody asks how they know which one he means, they tell him they don't. They just go with whoever's nearest the given task.

Cody: But he doesn't do this to any other clone [he does] Rex: You stand just behind his shoulder handing him files all day.

You Are Doing The Padawan Thing

Cody initially worried because implied Obi-Wan thinks of him as a student/not fully ready for the responsibility of being a commander or whatever. Obi-Wan: ? No I just… You're Padawan shaped. I can't explain it any better than that Cody gets it the most because he happens to stand exactly where Anakin used to stand the most often. Ironically, Obi-Wan tries hard to call Anakin by his name as a respect to his no longer being a student thing. Cody is firm about military discipline calling Obi-Wan sir and General because if he called him Master Kenobi or Obi-Wan the 'mistaken for Padawan' thing would happen three times as often. Cody: [grumbles] Alpha-17 didn't have this problem. Rex: Alpha-17 drew a line between himself and the Padawan day one to avoid it I think.

Alpha also has been acting like a middle-aged man since he was five. The disdain. Dripping.

Which actually didn't save him he was just more openly insulted when it happened once so Obi-Wan made sure never to do it again. Alpha: I was trained by Jango Fett himself and have proven myself a full fledged captain. I am not a Padawan :/ Obi-Wan: [listening to the speech] noted Cody: [far too polite to ever correct Obi-Wan] What did you need, General? Probably reinforced Alpha acting like an old man. I think he even calls Anakin kid? Anakin: I'm older than you you're the kid 😦 Obi-Wan: Padawan don't argue with the captain. I need a five times Obi-Wan called Cody Padawan (and one time when it was Alpha-17) fic now lol

Anakin: Why does he get away with-- Obi-Wan: Because I feel that if I call him Padawan by accident again, he may break something. And we don't have the funds for that.

Anakin: [in the room once but realizes Obi-Wan was taking to Cody] Anakin: Am I jealous by rival son/Padawan or am I amused that Obi-Wan is going senile?

"my baby boy" vs "generic younger person whom I feel some fondness for"

It's like. Old southern men who refer to anyone younger than them as "son" or "miss."

Obi-Wan: It's even gender neutral I don't have to remember names at all. Obi-Wan also probably called Ahsoka 'Anakin' a number of times, but that's due more to the A name combined with her jumping off something a Padawan should not be jumping off of. He mostly defaults to Padawan but a scolding 'Anakin! No!' Comes out every now and then for her. Obi-Wan: Anakin! No! Anakin, beside him: What? Obi-Wan: ...Sorry, force of habit. Ahsoka! No!

[stardust-kenobi]

The Wrong Ingredient

Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: As a teaching assistant at Hogwarts, working on creating a new calming draught seemed to be a straightforward task. However, when you accidentally use the wrong ingredient, Professor Snape is more than willing to help alleviate the effects.

Word count: 4k

Warning: smut, fingering, piv, sex pollen (my fav), sort-of teacher/student relationship (reader is 2 years post graduation), mild DUB CON

A/N: Apologies to my followers who are not interested in Harry Potter content. This is my first (and potentially only) fic I am writing for Harry Potter, I just have had an insane infatuation with Severus Snape this week and I just had to write this to get it off my mind lol. Feel free to disregard :)

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The roaring of the snowstorm grew louder by the moment as you tried so desperately to focus on perfecting the potions assignment for the Professor. You were distracted by the storm, entranced by the blanket of white that coated the roof and distant hills. With the halls of Hogwarts empty for the Holiday break, you felt an even deeper appreciation for the warmth and coziness inside the castle.

As a recent graduate of Hogwarts who was now assigned to be a teaching assistant in your second year after graduation, part of your job was helping the professors with their lesson plans. Even if that meant sacrificing part of your holiday break spending the day alone…with Professor Snape. Persistent footsteps approached you, entering the classroom, followed by the sound of a slamming door. You jolted in your seat. 

“Any progress?” Professor Snape asked blankly.

During your studies at Hogwarts, you were always fond of Professor Snape. He was cold and stern, something that usually would have made you weary of a person, but there was something about his demeanor and the way he cared for you that created a soft spot for him in your heart. You had to admit, though, he was hard to talk to at times. He was not a man for many words, so even though you enjoyed him as a professor, there was a bit of unexpected tension being alone with him. You could not deny, though, that you found him to be extremely attractive. 

You sighed and hesitated to look back at him. Snape will be disappointed in your response. 

“Unfortunately, no” you breathed. 

“Pity” He scoffed, but ended with the faintest smirk. He was hard on you the same as he was when he was your professor, but he made some fun of it every now and then.

“Sorry, Professor Snape. I just don’t think these ingredients will work” 

“It’s experimental, Y/N, we won’t know until it is done” He shrugged. 

You were working on a high-intensity calming draught. A harmless potion that many wizards and witches could find great use in, especially during high-stress situations. The ingredients were simple, but they just didn’t make sense to you. 

Lavender, crocodile heart, rose petals, and peppermint. 

You read the list back to yourself several times. You weren’t getting the reaction you’d hoped for inside the simmering pot, and the ingredients weren’t behaving as you’d expected as you followed the procedure you were familiar with.

“Sometimes the best way to test potions is to try them yourself” Snape spoke with a condescending tone as he noticed your hesitation. 

“Are you suggesting I just drink this myself and see if it works?” You reiterated and trailed with a light chuckle.

“If you won’t, I will” He shrugged and smirked back at you from across the room. Professor Snape was professional, of course, but he was right. Sometimes trial and error is the quickest way to test potions. The ingredients were simple, so the chance of them causing any harm was…potentially slim. 

The day was long and you had grown tired of staring into the stirring liquid.

Fine, you thought, what is the worst that could happen?

You poured the purple-hued brew into the glass in front of you. Without thinking too much more about it, you threw back the potion, letting it trickle down your throat. It was potent, minty, and slightly earthy. Not the worst potion you’d tasted…but not the best either.

Your face twisted in uncertainty for the flavor.

Snape held his eyes to the book in front of him as he sat at his desk across the room. He was wildly uninterested in the reaction or the success of the potion you’d brewed. He had more important things to handle, and an experimental calming draught for a future lesson plan was low on his priority list, so of course, that means you were the one to take on the task.

You waited for a reaction.

And waited.

Nothing. You felt nothing. 

Just before you were going to give up and accept the defeat, you actually began to feel something. It was warm and fuzzy, laced in your veins and flowed slowly up your arms. 

Perhaps this is the beginning of the calming effects, you thought. 

The warmth felt funny as it seeped deeper into your bloodstream. Before you knew it, each of your extremities flowed hot with its calming effects. But there was something else. Something you’d never felt from a potion before. A tingling and most desperate sensation found its way between your legs. 

“P-Professor?” You struggled to call out to him, suddenly weary of how you were beginning to feel. You swallowed hard. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He called back, his eyes still glued to the book.

“Are there any…similar potions that I could have accidentally created instead of the calming draught?”

He looked up suddenly. 

“No, there is-....” Snape stopped mid-sentence, setting the book down gently, “Well perhaps, but you would know the difference between peppermint and spearmint”

You looked down at the extra green leaves that remained unused near the pot. You had collected this from a different area of the field than normal, but it smelled and looked like peppermint, so you did not think twice about it. However, now that he questions it, you worry it was, indeed, something else. 

“Let's just say maybe I didn’t, though. If I accidentally used spearmint, what would that mean?” You countered nervously.

His eyes grew wide for a moment. 

“Show me the plant” He insisted. Snape quickly rose from his seat and walked over to your desk. 

You showed him the green leaves you believed to be peppermint. He towered over you.

“It's peppermint, right?” You asked wearily, looking up to him. His furrowed brows revealed his concern.

“No. This is certainly spearmint” He pressed his lips tightly together and twisted the stem between his fingers. 

Your heart sank. What had you done?

“What… what did I brew, then?” You asked cautiously. 

Snape appeared more worrisome and now even a bit uncomfortable. 

“What do you feel?” He asked slowly and cautiously rather than answering your question.

You were hesitant to tell the truth and he could sense it. 

“I feel very warm… and quite…um” You trailed off as you felt your heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Suddenly you felt a raging sense of attraction to his natural musk and cologne. God, was he always so breathtaking?

“Aroused?” He questioned. 

“Yes”. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks rushed with blood as your response was trailed by a muffled moan. You were embarrassed to admit feeling this way in front of Professor Snape, but there was nothing you could do to stop it. And to hear your professor of many years, and now your colleague, ask you if you felt any sense of sexual arousal made you excited, too. 

“I feared as much” He turned away slowly, bringing his hand to cover his mouth. 

“Professor wha-”

“Quiet. Give me a moment to think” Snape demanded. He paced the room slowly. 

It grew more intense with each passing second. The tingling created a sensitivity upon the surface of your skin. You grazed your arm with your fingertips and chills shot down your spine. 

You clenched your thighs together as your arousal intensified. The professor turned around at this same moment, and let his eyes catch sight of your discomfort. 

He looks good today, you thought to yourself. His jet-black hair fell so beautifully atop his shoulders, and his dark attire somehow never looked better than it did right now with the way it draped down the length of his body. 

“You’ve created something that many have experimented with in the past, but… it's not well documented. It’s dangerous. Think similar to a love potion, however…much more potent” Snape explained, ending his pacing right at your desk once again. His emphasis toward the end was all you needed to hear.  You could tell he was attempting to maintain his composure but you could also sense he was on edge.

“Oh, God” You cried, lowering your head to look down at your feet, “What do I do, Professor?” You begged. Your fists clenched the edges of the table. You needed a release. Or an antidote. “What is the recipe for the antidote?” 

Truly, you wanted the release. Your staff dormitory was nearby, just right down the hall, you could take care of this quickly. Snape looked around, ensuring you were both alone, then used a quick flick of his wand to close the shutters on the windows. It was dimly lit in the classroom now with only the light of many candles illuminating each corner of the room. It was…romantic. Most everyone in the castle was gone. Any remaining professors were locked away in their offices, and the students were well on their way home by now. 

“There isn’t one” He stated firmly. The warm amber luminescence glowed so beautifully upon his skin. 

The effects of the accidental potion were nearing unbearable, now. Every fiber of your being ached so desperately to be touched. 

“Fuck…I…I need” You breathed heavily, clenching your lower belly as your arousal pooled itself between your legs. Your cunt begged you for something…anything. You’d never cussed in front of Professor Snape before, but he could feel the urgency in your voice.

“You must relieve it” He snapped. Frustrated with the decision he knew was about to have to make.

“Severus…” You begged desperately, using his first name for the first time ever. You weren’t even sure what you were begging him for. 

“I must speak bluntly, Ms. Y/L/N, so listen carefully. You are no longer my student. I am not your professor. But this must happen in order to save you.” He began frantically, checking again to make sure the doors were locked. His clarification of your relationship with one another seemed to be more of a reminder for himself than for you. 

“Save me? Christ, will this kill me?” You cried out.

“Yes. If your body is not brought to orgasm several times, it will begin to affect the very core of your nervous system. There is no other way to stop it.” He explained. Hearing him talk about orgasms was unexpected but it aroused you.

Dammit, you thought, can’t he just fuck me? 

No. No matter how much you wanted him right now, you did not want to put him in that position. 

“Okay, I will…I will go back to my room now” You managed to say. He sighed in anticipation of what he would say next. 

“You can’t do it yourself” He began, his voice faltering as he failed to make eye contact with you, “It has to be another person”.

Snape knew exactly what had to be done. The moment he saw the spearmint you placed in his hand, he knew. 

Suddenly, your legs trembled beneath you and your knees buckled. As you felt yourself fall, Professor Snape quickly caught you. His arms wrapped beneath your arms and he lifted you up onto the desk. You whimpered in reaction to this contact against your skin. It was…electrifying, but you were running out of time. Your body was running hotter by the second. In a feeble attempt to cool yourself, you peeled the robe from your shoulder. 

“Please” You begged, gesturing to the fabric that held you hostage in your misery. 

“I-” Snape began, reaching to grab your robe. His eyes searched yours for uncertainty but found none. The expression he held revealed what he couldn’t say. He wanted you. He wanted to help in more ways than one. But no matter what he told himself, he couldn’t help but feel that it was wrong. 

While you squirmed on the table, you watched as Professor Snape eyed the remaining liquid in the cauldron. It was only a few drops, but it was enough to at least bring a man to his knees for a woman begging him to fuck her. But he didn’t need it in order to want you. Snape needed it to convince himself it wasn’t wrong. 

He breathed out heavily before pouring the few drops into the glass and throwing it back, getting as much as he possibly could. Snape winced at the flavor. 

“Professor…w-what are you doing?” You whimpered through your words. 

“We both took the potion. We thought it was a calming draught, and it wasn’t. And we did what we had to do to treat the effects” He responded quickly as if it was rehearsed. You knew what he was insinuating. If anyone found out, if anyone asked, that’s what happened. If Snape was under the effects of this potion too, he would need his release, same as you. With only a few drops, It would be less intense for him, so he could better handle himself. 

“If you’ll allow me, I will help you, my dear” He whispered as he came closer to you propped on the table, holding his face close to yours, speaking sensually against your lips. In one swift motion, he pulled the black robe off your shoulders, letting it rest on the table, leaving you in your sweater and mini skirt. 

Before you could even finish your nod of approval, the hem of your skirt was being pulled up frantically, followed by his wandering fingers that stopped just at the hem of your panties. You were practically dripping and he could feel it. 

“Oh darling” He groaned, standing between your open legs and pressing his lips against your ear. Every hair on your body stood up when he finally got this close to you, “You are so wet for me” 

You rolled your hips against his hovering fingertips. As you looked down, you faintly noticed the bulge that grew in his pants. You weren’t sure if it was the microdose of the potion, or how arousing it was to be in this situation with you, but it was a most intoxicating sight. You could feel the heat radiating from him and knew that he was fully under the effects of the potion. Not nearly as badly as you, but he was about to lose control.

“Professor Snape, I can’t take it anymore, please” You begged him. You needed something inside of you, now.

“Very well” He smirked subtly as he pulled the soaked fabric to the side and pressed his fingers flush against your clit before rubbing rhythmic circles. 

“Fuck!” You cried out and threw your head back, which was quickly caught by Snape’s hand. He held your head up to meet his gaze. The aching and burning persisted but were soothed slightly once his skin was upon yours. It was a surprise to be so reactive to the faintest of touch, but the angry fever burning your skin was electrified, enhancing every single one of your senses. 

“Look at me, Y/N. Oh, you sound so lovely” His voice was like honey as he talked you through your pleasure, admiring the sounds that flew from your lips.  

You locked your gaze with his and stared deep into him. 

It was overwhelming. All of it. The state of your writhing body. The way he looked towering over you. The feeling of his fingers on your delicate bud. Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, something you’d never thought you’d see in a million years. It was all so incredible and absolutely riveting. You thought you might be dreaming.

Snape’s thumb remained working at your clit while two fingers were suddenly pushed inside your cunt. Your walls clenched around his digits as he began pumping them in and out, curling them with every stroke. 

“You need to come. Come for me” He insisted, knowing that the first orgasm would help begin to subside your symptoms. You could’ve reached your high just from the sound of his voice alone, so you knew you were close already. 

Your mouth fell open as the tightest coil of nerves bundled at your core. Suddenly, without hardly any warning from your own body, your orgasm burst open, radiating and flowing through every fiber of your being. Stars danced in your eyes as the euphoria washed over you. Moaning and profanities filled the air, breathless and aggressive as it took you over. 

“That’s it, my love, just like that” He encouraged you through it, keeping his pace while he fucked you with his fingers. You curled your hips, riding his hand instinctively. You came down so slowly, feeling delirious but still hungry for more. More of him.

His cock was stiffened and strained in his trousers, begging to be released, but not until he ensured you were okay after your first high. You reached for the hem of his pants in desperation. 

“I need it” You struggled to form your words. 

“You need my cock? Is that what you need?” He whispered to you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his fingers curled harder with each thrust. 

“Please, Professor” You begged. There was something so hot about calling him that in this setting. He could never admit it, but he loved it, too. 

“As you wish”

He pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss.

He watched you struggle to remove your sweater and glided his hands up the side of your body to help pull it over your head, which revealed you wore no bra underneath. Snape growled lowly in approval of the sight. Your bare breasts glistened with sweat under the candlelight. He delicately trailed his fingers down the front of your body, circling your stiffened nipples along the way.

For the first time, he kissed you. His supple lips pressed firmly into yours, adding another layer of intimacy you were not expecting. You moaned into him, feeling his hands cup your burning cheeks as he pulled you into him. As you sat at the edge of the table with Snape positioned between your legs, you felt him shuffle with the clasp of his pants. 

Excitedly, you pulled away from the kiss to see his impressive length released from its restraints. Your thighs clenched together at the sight, which caused you to moan. You could see it on his face, he was burning with the same passion, but he was nervous. Maybe with less of the potency of your accidental creation, you would have had the luxury of anxiety, but not in this state. 

“Are you doing alright?” He asked you, one hand on the back of your neck, forcing your gaze onto him, and the other grasping the base of his cock, ready to give you exactly what you needed. What he needed. 

“More than alright” You breathed. 

“Good” He smiled back at you. You realized in this moment that he’d never fully smiled at you before, and it warmed your heart. 

Hurriedly, he yanked your panties off your body, throwing them to the ground. He pushed up your skirt, making sure it was out of the way. Ever-so-conveniently, the table was at his hips’ level, putting his cock at the perfect height.

He plunged into you, hard. A strangled, choked whimper caught in your throat as you felt overwhelmed with the fullness. Professor Snape sucked in a sharp breath, pleased with how you wrapped around his cock so perfectly. 

“Oh my God” You cried out as he began thrusting slowly, allowing you to adjust to him. It could not last long though, because Snape could feel the animalistic urges overcoming him. 

“Oh, fuck” He groaned deeply, staring down to where his cock disappeared inside of you. 

Something unraveled within Snape. His cautious demeanor was long gone. His brows furrowed into almost an angry expression as he snapped his hips passionately, fucking you hard and ruthlessly now. Your whole body tingled and spasmed in reaction to each thrust. His cock stretched you so wonderfully, and he was intoxicated by the way you took him. Like you were made for him. His hands gripped both sides of your waist, using your curves as leverage to go deeper. 

“You take my cock so well, darling” He praised, increasing his pace.

“It feels s-so fucking good, Professor. I’m going to come again, please…don’t s-s-stop” You stuttered, tripping over your own words as you felt drunk off the pleasure. With the rise of your next orgasm came the subsiding of the heat that coursed through your veins. 

“My pretty little whore, come on my cock” He growled, angling his hips at a deeper angle so that his cock brushed your most sensitive area with each thrust. 

It came over you again so suddenly, sending your body into a pleasurable convulsion. Snape pushed you backward, laying you flat on your back atop the table, and wrapped his fist around your throat. The pressure against your neck made your mind go fuzzy as you rode the high of your second orgasm. 

It felt…otherworldly. Like nothing you could’ve ever imagined. He faltered none in his thrusts as you floated through such indescribable euphoria. As you came back to what felt like reality, you opened your eyes to see Snape admiring you in your most vulnerable state, continuously taking his cock like you were made for it. 

Just one more. You only needed one more. You could feel it. One more orgasm would treat these effects. The only problem was, your body was weakening, and you weren’t sure if you could take it.

“One more, darling. Just one more” He breathed through his moans.

“I-I can’t” You cried. 

“You can. You must, Y/N.” He reminded you with encouragement, “Be a good girl and give me one more”

You nodded weakly. While he fucked you hard, he brought his fingers up to your swollen clit to bring you to your third release. You spasmed beneath his touch. It felt so good. Too good. You squirmed involuntarily, but Snape was not having it. He pulled his length out of you and quickly turned you around, bending you forward to press your face into the table. 

Before you could even process what was happening, he sunk himself back into you from behind and resumed his relentless thrusts. He could hold you down better in this position. He was more in control. 

Even quicker than the first two, your third orgasm unleashed itself upon your body. You writhed and cried out his name, mixed with other profanities as it washed over you. You had an unfamiliar feeling coiling in your lower belly. Before you knew it was even happening, you were squirting through your orgasm, something that had never happened before.  Snape groaned lowly in approval. 

This orgasm was followed by an icy flush that mixed with your blood, taking the burning sensation away completely. It was an ultimate feeling of relief. The pleasure was so intense, a stray tear trickled down your cheek.

“I am close” Professor Snape muttered.

“Come inside me, professor” You whimpered, sending him over the edge instantly.

His thrusts faltered and slowed as a warmth spilled deep inside your walls, coating your cunt completely. Snape bent over to press his chest into your back as he caught his breath. You both were slowly coming down from not only your release, but from the effects of the potion. You expected to feel shame or embarrassment, but neither occurred. 

He was careful pulling out of you, knowing how weak your legs probably were. You tried to catch your breath as he offered his hand, helping you to your seat near the table. 

Without another word, he helped you back into your sweater to allow you to regain your decency as soon as you could. It was hard to process what had just happened, but you truly did not regret even a single second of it. 

“I am sorry for what had to happen, Ms. Y/L/N” Professor Snape said as he kneeled down to look at you. His eyes looked sorrowful and full of guilt, like he blamed himself for what happened. It broke your heart to think he felt this way. You enjoyed this and you know he did too. 

You smiled and held a sleepy expression as you giggled and shook your head. 

“I’m not” You confidently responded.

The same smile you saw for the first time earlier returned to his lips.

“Good” He muttered. 

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Please forgive any canon inconsistencies. This was entirely self-indulgent lmaooo. Obviously this potion does not exist and I made it up based on actual calming draught ingredients!

[bamsara]

I dont know if it was intentional but I love that Narinder when he sees Lamb throwing up he turns gentle and pushes their wool and ears back so they dont get stained with vomit and for some reason it reminded me of how when Nari was throwing up too after the nightmare he had when they were on route to fight Leshy, Lambert helped him with camellias for the nausea.

Ahh, parallels. I think.

IM SO GLAD YOU POINTED THAT OUT allow me to ramble for just a moment.

Narinder was trapped in the Afterlife for over 1000 years, with little social skills and plagued by wishing for vengeance and his only company being two kittens who become disciples under his rule. He has terrible social skills, if not lacking them entirely.

(I would argue that Aym and Baal also have horrific nonexistent social skills, so those three cat's can't really help each other communicate properly to anyone else outside themselves.)

It can be argued that since The One Who Waits had other vessels to pass time and try to kill /annoy his siblings before the prophesized Lamb arrival, that he would have developed them a little bit more, but I would argue that the power balance would have been oodles more severe since the vessels weren't the promised one. He didn't need them, so if they no longer were of service or disobeyed him, he got rid of them. Whether just sending them out or killing them, any how.

Lamb, however, knows they are the last Lamb, the prophesized liberator of The One Who Waits, and therefore his only option. They knew that they were his only reasonable way out of there (whether they asked for it or not) so they were oodles more comfortable than how a professional relationship would have been.

So they asked questions, bothered him, played and ran around him. Complained and vented to him. Yapped and yapped. What is he gonna do? Kill them? Find a new vessel? He can't. "You're as trapped into this prophecy as much as I am, so let's be friends"

Example parts from Chapter 3:

The power balance equalizes because Lamb did not see his presence a God, but rather a fellow prisoner and victim of fate. Rude and demanding, but in the same chains as they were. 'My lord' was simply formalities at first.

This puts Narinder / The One Who Waits in social situations he hasn't been in (or hardly been in) in over a thousand years, and frankly, he had no idea how to navigate them:

Example from Chapter 5:

The God of Death has not needed to comfort or 'be there' for someone in a long, long time. The Lamb's presence is what forces him to try, even if his first attempt aren't perfect. So in that same chapter, he'll ask them a question to distract them. Conversation. Like how they do it.

While I won't post a screenshot of everytime this happens in written format (not including the dreams/memories/flashbacks that haven't been posted yet)-

The One Who Waits is pushed outside of his bubble when it comes to socializing in a way that isn't just 'God-to-Lowly-Vessal' format. He has to talk to them like a person, because he's being talked to like a person, not a god on a pedestal.

Obviously after the final battle and betrayal (to both of them, otherwise known as the Grand Miscommunication) this means nothing for a while as tempers are still high and feelings are hurt. But overtime, this returns, and can show in small ways (ways that may not seem like comfort but is certainly an attempt) like just in Chapter 18:

Trying to bring them an 'offering' (breakfast) mirroring other times the Lamb has done the same for him:

Crudely offering to replace something they are upset at losing/later offering reassurance abet in a curt way:

And what you mentioned: earlier when the Lamb is throwing up, narration shows they're having trouble with keeping their wool, cloak, bell, ect all back at the same time. He can see that. He has a mental boiling pot explosion over the fact that helping them is even a want that he has after the denial crisis he's experiencing where the only answer a minute ago seemed like he needed to kill them, and he chose comfort.

It is intentional. Narinder is learning how to show care, and allowing himself to show care. Slowly, and not perfect, but learning.

[spicedcherrylolli]

Modern!Sevika x Bookworm!reader - The Ex

This is something I have been thinking about a lot recently. I will admit I am projecting my own personal need for Sevika. Hope you all enjoy Sevika getting a little jealous, I know I did!❤️

-Cherry

p.s. I suck at titles. If you have any tips, please help a women lover out 😘

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Sevika isn’t the PDA type. She likes her time holding, touching, and kissing you to be in private. It was something that you didn’t mind if you were being honest. It was not necessary for you and after getting to know Sevika more, the more you understood and accepted her quirks. As she did with you. So that’s why, you’re currently looking at Sevika like the world stopped in its axis.

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It had been a slightly above average day. You and Sevika were off work/school and decided to have a day out, thrifting, trying new and old coffee spots, and most exciting to you, book shopping. It had been months since you had the chance to go shop around. I was also exciting because Sevika was there. Sevika stood there, followed you around, carrying all the books you want, and listening to every summery you gave and a nod when pointing out ones you’ve read.

“Oh, and I read this series. The first book is so good, but the second got so slow and the romance didn’t develop like i wanted to. And then I had to DNF the last, cuz it was just so so bad” You speak softly to Sevika, her nodding and following you as you move down the aisle.

Sevika loves coming to the bookstore with you. You are in your element, bright eyes, soft voice, and she can feel the excited calm radiating from you. She would never admit how much seeing this part of you made her love you so much more. She held the basket with pride and took in everything you said, sorting and storing the knowledge in the back of her head, (and sometimes her phone) for gift ideas. She might hate the whole PDA thing, but to her, this is basically the same thing. Being there for her girl and buying whatever books you wanted was telling the world you are hers.

“I think I’ll get this one.” you pause, “Oh wait I think I saw the special edition over there, I’ll be right back.”

Turning and walking away, Sevika stands in the romance section. Feeling eyes on her, she turns her head to see a face she wanted to punch maybe severely hurt.

Here’s the thing, Sevika isn’t the jealous type. She knows and trusts she has you and nothing could take that away other than her own actions. However, Sevika had heard much about your ex. The individual that hurt you countless times and broke your trust equally so. It was something therapy and Sevika’s reassuring mannerisms has helped you overcome for the most part. But not for your girlfriend. Making eye contact with them, she pushed her feet forward, ready to tell them off.

“Vika, -” You interrupt, “sorry I got distracted. They had two different special editions of the same book can you bel-” you were cut off by Sevika grabbing your hips, pulling you close, basket now on the floor and kissing you. Hands moving up and cupping your face to kiss you deeper. It was taking your breath way and simultaneously making you worried your girlfriend was having some health episode. Pulling away slowly, confusion and awe written on your face.

“What was that for?” You ask slightly out of breath. Picking up the basket beside her, she looks around, seeing the ex is gone, and turns back to you.

“No reason, I can’t just kiss my girl in public?”

Taken aback, “Well of course you can, but you don’t like to”

Sevika chuckled, the hint of a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe I’m starting to change my mind," she said, her eyes flicking over to where your ex had been standing moments ago, now gone.

You raised an eyebrow, still processing what just happened. "So... that was because...?"

Her gaze softened as she looked back at you, the playful edge still there but tinged with something serious. "That was reminding me that you're mine. And no one gets what's mine."

She shrugged slightly, as if trying to play it off as nothing, a protectiveness radiating off of her "I’m not jealous, but I’ve got a limit."

Your stomach filled with butterflies, and for a moment, you almost forgot where you were. "Sevika," you started, awe and understanding lingering behind it, her name taking your breath.

She gave you a small smile, one that was equal parts softness and confidence. "I care about you more than you could possibly understand. Now, are you going to grab that special edition or what?" She nudged you lightly, trying to shift the attention away from her unexpected outburst of PDA.

You couldn’t help reciprocating a grin, even as your heart races. Taking the clue, you start browsing again, except this time it was different. The air was charged, you kept bumping into Sevika.

By the time you left the shop, with enough books to keep you occupied for some time, your only thought was Sevika. How you had gotten so lucky to have her and her thinking how lucky she is to have you. You both spend the night in each other’s arms, doing everything to make sure you each knew and felt the love you had for each other.

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[nonsensenook]

Chapter 3.5 | Moment of Respite

Synopsis: In which Bajie kindly gives you some time alone with the Destined One. An optional and indulgent chapter in this unapologetic take on you, the reader, accompanying the Destined One on his journey. 

Word Count: 3,129

Warnings: 18+/Explicit Content/Smut/N.S.F.W, Female Reader

Author’s Note: Though I say unapologetic, I am very much nervously sweating. I will soon find a nice rock to hide under. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3: Link

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5

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The snow covered landscape turned to dense forest once again. With Bajie now completing the trio of a group, any sort of affection you showed came sparingly. Whatever you could show comfortably in Bajie’s presence was quick and subtle. It didn’t take long for you to begin struggling with the confines of this restriction. As time went on you would do what you could to distract yourself, but more than once Bajie had caught you staring at the Young Sage. This made the Pig Guai pelt you with seeds while counting how many it took until you were broken from the spell. He had also begun to stack things on you, laughing when his pile would tumble once you were out of your daze. On his less patient days he’d purposely scare you back to reality by shouting loudly near your ear. Even while you were standing he’d find something to hop onto to do this. 

The Destined One wasn’t doing any better. He didn’t seem to fully understand why you were quicker to separate from him in the mornings before Bajie woke up. Sometimes he’d pull you close or try resting his head in your lap, however these moments were quick to end when you moved away after seeing Bajie approach. You saw how this annoyed the Destined One by the way his tail lashed back and forth behind him. Your little explanations didn’t stop that tail of his either. He had recently started to walk away from Bajie mid-conversation to see whatever unimportant task you were up to. This earned him plenty of choice words from Bajie. More often now you would see Bajie knock the Destined One on the head with the back of his rake when he caught his gaze wandering off. Needless to say, Bajie’s temper seemed to be getting shorter these days. 

Tonight, the Destined One had found a suitable cave to set up camp. The half-moon in the sky shined brightly as your group settled down for the night. It was an evening full of unfinished chores. You were doing what you could, having picked up sewing to mend various articles of clothing while the Destined One worked on crafting a new staff. You sat near the fire and worked by its light. Across from you, Bajie stood up and dusted himself off.

“A lovely night like this is meant to be enjoyed with alcohol,” he announced, brushing past you to pick up the spare bottles of brew. “I’m going to finish these off by the waterfall we passed earlier. Do not expect me until morning and do not expect I’ll be sober,” he said with a chuckle. You weren’t really paying attention. The thread wasn’t going through the needle and the dancing firelight wasn’t helping. 

“I said,” Bajie emphasized loudly right next to your ear, making you jump and drop the needle, “I am going and to not expect me till morning.” 

You moved garments aside trying to find the needle with eyes squinting in the firelight. “Yes, yes, we heard you the first time, Bajie. Did you want company?” 

“Not from either of you! I’ve had enough of the two of you to last me several lifetimes.” Bajie began walking down the path through the trees. “If a lovely lady passes by here, send her my way!” he called back. You heard him singing loudly as he walked away, his voice slowly receding until it disappeared in the regular hum of nature around you. 

Thankfully, you found your needle again and managed to successfully thread it. You worked quietly on patching up your clothes. The night was cool, the air was filled with the soft croaking of frogs and crickets in their tunes. The fire next to you crackled softly as you worked. A breeze rustled the trees surrounding your little camp. You paused for a moment to listen to the leaves flutter on their branches. Bajie was right, it was a lovely night. You glanced up and saw the Destined One taking apart an old staff to make anew. His gaze was concentrated, you watched for a moment as he extracted the needed materials. You returned to your own work feeling content. 

Being alone with the Destined One had you reminisce on the beginning of the journey. Unlike this comfortable silence, the silences then were awkward and prolonged. Small accidental touches had you apologizing or him stepping back. Though you pride yourself in reading what he means to convey at a glance now, you remembered those perplexing games of charades you used to play with him. Then there was the bathing spring incident. You inwardly cringed. Even with everything you’ve done with him till now, that moment still pulls you back to those same feelings of panic and embarrassment. You shook your head, forcing the memory back to the corners of your mind. Then you felt your body stiffen as you finally realized: You were alone with the Destined One.

You felt a sudden sharp pain on your finger making you inhale through your teeth. You had accidentally poked yourself with the needle. The air around you moved, a pair of strong hands gently held yours open. The Destined One examined your finger closely. It was only a small dot on your index where the skin was barely broken. You looked at his face, his expression was full of focused concern. 

“I’m okay,” you said quietly, not even looking at your hands. He brushed his finger onto yours. Satisfied that you weren’t bleeding, he made to move away. You held onto his sleeve. 

“I-” You began to speak, then felt your mouth dry up. Embarrassment shot through you, quickening your heart and tying your tongue. How depraved were you that you’d jump at this opportunity the moment Bajie stepped away? Pretty depraved, you thought. 

“Could-” you stuttered, trying and failing once again to fully transfer incomplete thoughts from your mind to your mouth. You couldn’t find a way to say you wanted to touch him without sounding perverse. The Destined One looked closely at you. He reached his hand up to brush strands of your hair aside, fishing out a stray leaf. His hand traced along your face, lingering on your cheek. You leaned into his touch, placing your hand over his. You then turned your face to brush your lips against his palm. Usually, this action alone was enough to have him lead the rest of the way, but he made no motion. He simply looked at you with a shadow of amusement on his features. He slowly moved his hand to your chin where he tilted your head upwards to look him in the eyes. This damn monkey. 

As if reading your thoughts, you saw the corner of his lips twitch. You glared at him. He gave an innocent tilt of his head. You could so easily read what he was saying as if he’d whispered it into your ear. All you needed to do was ask.

“Could you please-” you started again, your breath hitching as he brushed his knuckles against the heat of your cheeks. You stared into his eyes. That same look of kindness, that same boundless patience, and something else. Something ravenous, waiting just beneath the surface. You just barely managed to whisper out the next words, “Touch me…” 

The Destined One looked more than pleased as he leaned forward. His lips touched yours in a gentle kiss. His warmth always seemed to envelope you. How long has it been since he’d touched you like this? How long have you wanted this? How long have you needed this? Long enough to know that this wasn’t even nearly enough. Your hands came up to his robe, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. You sealed your fate in this one bold move. This you knew: The Destined One wasn’t one to abandon something once started. Soon enough, he showed you just how famished he’d been. 

You felt his tongue greedily taste you as his hands traced your frame. You welcomed him to consume you, wrapping your arms around his neck as he sucked on your tongue. You moaned against his mouth as his hands trailed down to grope you in all the right places. He proceeded to lift you up as he trailed kisses and bites from your neck to your chest. He carried you easily into the cave where he held you against its walls. You stood there, your head thrown slightly back as he slowly descended down. His sharp nails snagged and tore at your clothes, still being careful not to push too hard into your soft flesh. 

You felt his hot breath on your chest. His tongue traced the area around your nipples, tasting you. You heard your cries echo in the cave when he began sucking on one while groping and flicking the other. The hand you held against your mouth did little to mask the sounds he pulled from you. He played with you until you were quivering in his hands. Satisfied, he continued trailing his tongue downward. He continued tearing at your clothes to make way for himself. By the time he was kneeling, your clothes were but scraps barely hanging onto your body. 

He slowed down, listening to your small whimpers as he slowly moved his hands up your legs. His nails softly scraped at your skin sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, painfully slowly, he made his way up to your thighs. He stopped just before he reached your entrance. Closing his eyes, he began planting slow, gentle kisses on your inner thighs. Then he opened his mouth and took a bite, making you cry out in surprise. You saw his tail flick behind him. He loved that sound you just made. He cruelly continued to do this, getting so close but never touching you where you wanted most. He took another bite which he licked once he let go. While holding your legs apart, he looked up at you. This Gods damn monkey. Mischievous doesn’t even begin to describe him anymore. 

This was his revenge for all the times you’d pulled away from him before. Knowing he was depriving you on purpose made you stubbornly bite your lip. Yet simply seeing him stare up at you while he traced your inner thigh with his teeth already cracked something in you. Just as you knew what he was doing, he knew what you were thinking. Frustration coursed through your veins as the Destined One watched you in playful amusement. It was unfortunate, you were up against someone who’d never lost a battle. You saw him use his knuckles to hover ever so close to your folds. You watched as he pulled away, then spread out his fingers to show your fluids sticking and dripping down them. You outwardly cursed at him this time. The Destined One wasn't listening, he’d started licking his fingers. You felt your pride and shame crumbling down as you watched him. The last embers of your stubbornness were snuffed out by his tongue.

Your lips quivered as you breathed out your next words. “Please,” you begged, “Please…” Again, you saw that same pleased look on his face. He'd gotten just what he wanted. You threw your head back as his tongue tasted your entrance. You felt his breath pant against you as his hot tongue slid into your pussy. From everything he’d done, there was so much of you for him to hungrily lap up. Your hands went to the fur on his head, gripping them to steady and ground yourself from the stimulation. He pushed his tongue in further, making your grip tighten on him. You felt him slowly traced back to your clit, flicking his tongue against it. You flinched and buckled each time he did this. His tight grip on your thighs held you still as he greedily devoured you. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, your shaking legs began to give out from under you. In response, the Destined One placed one leg over his shoulder. 

“Wait-” you cried out more in shock than command. He placed the other leg over too until your whole weight was fully supported by him. This new angle had him reaching deeper into you. With his hands on your waist and forearms resting on your thighs, he began sucking on your clit. You gasped then moaned uncontrollably loudly, pulling hard at his fur. Your twitching legs tried to come together but were held firmly in place by his immeasurable strength as he thoroughly ate you out. Your cries echoed back at you in the cave. You felt something build up, tightening inside of you. You cried out a string of curses as you came hard, your body twitching and convulsing against the cave wall. 

The Destined One slid his tongue against your pussy, lapping you up slowly as he helped you ride out your orgasm. When you settled down, he gently moved your legs from his shoulders. You leaned against the cave wall for support. Out of breath, you watched him wipe his mouth as he took off his robe to lay on the ground. In the dim light of the cave, you drank in the sight of his body. Your eyes stared at his muscles, his lean figure covered in fur, and the veins trailing from his arms to his hands. The Destined One helped you over to his robe where you laid down on your back. 

He hovered over you, admiring the absolute mess he’d made of you. He then went to your neck and started sucking on your skin, one hand reaching to pull down his pants. He tossed them aside. As you twitched below him you felt the tip of his cock brush against your folds, spreading your wetness all over himself. You felt yourself pulsing in anticipation. Your hands went to his chest. You felt hard muscle beneath soft fur as you slid your hands down. You hear his breath catch when you brush along his lower abdomen. Your hands then went to his back where you slowly scraped and pulled at him. He shivered at your touch. As he continued to mark your skin, you felt him start to enter you slowly. You felt his tail wrap around your leg. One of his hands held yours, pinning you down to the ground. His other hand shot up to grip the cave wall. As eased into your soaked pussy, you heard the sound of something cracking above you. 

You let out a low moan as he went deeper, stretching you out, until you had taken him fully. You felt yourself tighten around him as he let out a sigh. Again, you heard that same cracking noise above you, like stones scraping together. He began moving slowly, cautious of you adapting to his size. Your breath was coming up short again. When he quickened his pace, you could not stop the sounds that erupted from you. The Destined One’s breathing was heavy and labored in your ear. You heard more cracking from above as he let out a low, husky moan. You clawed at his back, making him snarl. He let go of the cave wall, scraping his nails down your back as he gripped your hips, digging deeply into your skin. You cried out, arching into him, your chest meeting his as his thrusts came harder. You could only whimper and moan as he pulled you in by your hips to meet each of his thrusts. Growling in your ear, he pulled back, then slammed into you hard. You choked out another cry which became mewling whimpers as he fucked you harder. You were begging for him, but the sounds were indiscernible to your ears. The cave walls had you deafened by your own voice drenched in ecstasy and the sounds of his body slamming into yours. 

You felt yourself tighten up, that same peaking feeling getting closer. Moaning fully into his ear you came again, twitching hard as your pussy tightened around his cock. His thrusts quickened, becoming frantic, desperate. You felt him bite down hard into your shoulder as he came in you. Both his teeth and nails dug deep enough to draw blood, but the pain felt delicious as he twitched and filled you. 

For a moment he stayed still, breathing heavily, then he let go of your shoulder and pulled out of you. His hand unlatched itself from your hip, he moved his arm up to support his weight. The other hand was still firmly holding your own. Both of you were still out of breath as he closed his eyes to rest his head against yours. You reached up to hold his face, giving him a tender kiss. He returned the kiss as you wrapped your arm around his neck. He pulled you up slowly, delicately. You closed your eyes as he carried you out of the cave.

~

In the morning, Bajie returned the way he’d left: singing. True to his word he held many empty jars of drink and walked like a sailor towards where you and the Destined One were having breakfast. Before he’d made it to you two, however, Bajie face-planted into the ground. You heard the distinct sound of him snoring as a jar rolled towards you. The Destined One stood up to carry Bajie over to the light bedding you’d prepared for him. 

The Young Sage then returned to you and pulled you into his lap. The Destined One wrapped his arms around you, tail pleasantly thumping the ground. You leaned into him, feeling your sore body ache. Your clothes just barely hid the bruises and bites he’d left all over your neck and chest. The bite on your shoulder along with the scratches down your back and hips still stung. He’d done well to help tend and clean you up last night. He was initially a bit worried at the wounds you sustained, but you reassured him that he hadn’t hurt you in any way you didn’t want him to. He seemed quite happy to trace over the various marks he’d left on your body afterwards. 

You were glad to take a day off from traveling today. The Destined One still had a staff to remake and you had more clothing to repair. Yes, both were quite reasonable explanations to validate this moment of respite. That and how your legs were fully out of commission. You kept your eyes away from the mound of rock and stone behind the two of you. You hoped that by the time you were on the road again Bajie would be too hungover to ask what happened to the cave. 

[hells-wasabii]

I’m shamelessly asking for some Carmilla Carmine x fem!reader where reader gets nearly killed during extermination day, maybe severely hurt kind of thing cuz I’m a sucker for angst

A/N: And I am shamelessly answering this wholeheartedly Can I just say that I love Carmilla?? And one can never have enough angst. I went ahead and decided to make it a drabble

A/n's A/N: I came back after finishing this, i really didn't mean for it to get so long. It's not a drabble anymore, it's a short fic. the word count is nearly three times what i usually allot for my drabbles.

Character: Carmilla

Type: Fic (Carmilla x fem!reader injured during extermination, Angst, Fluff)

All it takes is one second. Time meant everything during the annual extermination. If you drop your guard, let yourself get distracted, it could mean certain death. This was something that Carmilla had been extra diligent in teaching her daughters, and something that she had always reminded you, her love, her heart, of constantly.

You would always offer a soft smile of reassurance, pressing a kiss to the overlord's hand.

But things don't always go as planned, do they?

No one expected to get separated.

There had been an explosion that had taken out most of the city block. Some sinner trying to put up a fight before their inevitable demise, her daughters informed her after the fact. She had found Odette and Clara easily, both on the same side of the blast as she had been, but she had lost sight of you. You hadn't been caught in the blast, she knew that for sure. You were durable enough for something as measly as that to not be of much effect, anyhow.

But the fact that she didn't know where you had gone made her nervous. No one was truly safe during the exterminations, only hellborns and the king.

Her blood ran cold when your scream met her ears, her head snapping in the direction.

No.

Carmilla was in motion before her mind could catch up. The arms dealer instinctively ran through the streets littered with death and destruction, Clara and Odette calling after her. It wasn't like their mother to act so impulsively.

Turning the corner, there you were, lying in a slowly growing pool of blood. The arms dealer deflated upon seeing you in such a state. If only she had gotten here sooner. Luckily, the exorcist has gone. Likely to chase down some other damned soul like an animal, she thought bitterly. Skidding to a stop, she dropped to her knees at your side.

You were in a bad state, disheveled, bruised, bloodied. The worst of it appeared to be a rather large stab wound just above your hip, likely from some sort of spear.

But you were still breathing, nonetheless. You could still be saved. Hope bloomed in Carmilla's chest, as she pushed aside your blouse to better reveal the worst of your injuries.

"Girls," Carmilla called out once she was sure that it was safe for them to follow.

As she checked you for other injuries her daughters knelt by her side.

"Mother, here." Clara sounded as frantic as Carmilla felt. The overlord briefly turned to her daughter, surprised to find her taking off her coat to offer her. "To apply pressure," her daughter clarified. Her heart swelled at the action, accepting the coat and pressing it to your wound.

"Look!" Odette called out, and out of the corner of her eye, Carmilla saw her pointing to the sky. "The angels are retreating!"

"She's right!" Clara chimed in, placing a hand on her mother's shoulder, "We should get her back home, then we can tend to the wound properly."

Carmilla had never felt prouder of her daughters, they truly had grown into exceptional young women. She made a mental note to properly thank the both of them once things had settled.

But home was too far away, they would never make it there before you bled out. Lady luck was on your side as the four of you hadn't been too far from one of their safe houses, however, they needed to move quickly before you lost too much blood.

The next hour and a half were a blur. The moment they had unlocked the door to the safe house the Carmines got to work

Your wounds were cleaned and dressed. Carmilla herself had been the one to wash off the blood and dirt that caked your skin and you were laid up in bed. Odette and Clara had left once they were sure you would recover, choosing to give you and their mother space.

The arms dealer couldn't help feeling partially responsible. She thought if only she had been more diligent, and kept you close to her, maybe you wouldn't be left in such a state. The realization hit her, hard. She could have lost you.

"Carmilla?" your voice pulled the overlord from her thoughts. You were awake! In an instant she was by your side, taking your hand in hers.

"It's okay darling, Everything is alright now." You don't answer, at least not with your words. instead, with a grateful smile turning up the corners of your lips, you gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She couldn't help but return the smile, relieved. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Funny, for a moment there, I thought I'd somehow made it to heaven. Mistook you for an angel," you managed out a strained laugh, though you immediately regretted it when a sharp pain shot through your lower abdomen. Your smile returned, however, as Carmilla couldn't help but roll her eyes. But you had met your mark, the arms dealer finally let the tension leave her body.

"Mi amore."

"Yes, Carmilla?" You at first thought that the arms dealer was going to scold you for making light of the situation. You never would have expected the next words out of her mouth. She breathed out, gaze softening, her request was barely above a whisper.

"Marry me."

[nevieatiny]

Mrs. Park?

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: Maybe there were different ways to help your boyfriend get a refund, but calling him your "husband" made it sound more dramatic, right?

Word count: 1,449

Genre: Pure fluff

You loved your boyfriend more than anything in the world, you really did, however, something that you hated and you mean HATED about him was that sometimes he was way too nice and struggled to speak up for himself.

You've been doing a lot of christmas shopping recently, and because of that he choose the wrong size when he picked a sweater for his mom, he made you promise you would not intervine this time because he was a "grown man who's able to do a refund by himself" so you did try to look around the store in the mean time, however not even the toy section was able to distract you from that feeling of something going wrong or someone being rude to your boyfriend.

you've worked in customer service for several years, you knew all it took was being nice, but at the same time there was people who just hated being there and would mistreat customers just to make them leave, it was ok if someone did that to you, you knew how to defend yourself and speak up, but some people don't.

So after 15 minutes of your boyfriend not coming back you're heading to see how he's doing at the customer service counter, as you approached the only thing you saw was your poor boyfriend tapping his fingers anxiously against the counter, he was all by himself you assumed he was waiting for the customer service rep.

"Before you shush me away" you said as you were approaching him "i just want to see how you're doing so far, i see that no one's here, so i'm guessing great" you patted his but few times before leaning on him, you were waiting for a lame comeback, but all he did was to lean his head on top of yours and let out a long sigh "how do you do this?" "was it that bad?" that's when he took his phone out looking at the time "she's been gone for more than 10 minutes", you didn't knew how to feel, at first you felt bad for him, he seemed almost sad about it, but after that it was pure rage, why would they do that, you get that christmas and new year could be the toughest time of the year for anyone on customer service, it was 11 am but the place was literally empty.

"Do you want me to take over?" you asked while running your fingers through his hair "i really thought i could do this by myself this time" "yeah but to be fair you choose to do this before christmas, everyone is miserable by now and they just want to go home, most likely they would have to work during christmas, that's not an excuse tho" as you were talking to him you saw a young girl approaching, she might not even be 20, she had a frown on her face and rolled her eyes when she saw you, and at that moment you knew what you were dealing with.

"theres nothing we can you because you bought this 2 weeks ago" she threw the sweater and the receipt on the counter not even looking at you, and before your boyfriend took the clothing piece (most likely as a defeat to just leave right after) you spoke "that literally does not make any sense, when we bought that they said we had a month to get a refund if we keep the receipt" she looked at you for a few seconds before trying to respond before you cut her off "you made my husband wait for 10 minutes just to come up with a stupid excuse to make him leave" Seonghwa looked at you with a surprised expression, he knew what you were doing, but that didn't stopped his heart from beating faster and faster, he took a deep breath to calm himself while he pretended to straighten his clothes with his hands, for a moment he looked down at your hand and he thought about grabbing it, but then he remembered you were kinda busy trying to do what he was not able to.

Maybe you were raising your voice too much because a few seconds later an older man dressed in a expensive suit joined her behind the counter "'I'm sorry ma'am, how can i help you today?" this time your boyfriend spoke behind you, giving him the garment "i'm just trying to get a refund, i choose the wrong size" you knew Seonghwa usually avoided conflicts, but the fact that she let him just waiting like a fool standing there just fueled you anger "My husband kindly came here asking for a refund and your employee left him here waiting for 10 minutes, she went i don't know were and came back with a lame excuse to make him leave, this is unacceptable, do you let your employees treat people like that?, what if he was an elder who had no idea what to do just trying to get a gift for his loved ones?" that's when you felt Seonghwa's hand on your waist gently bringing you closer to him "I'm so sorry to hear that ma'am, and i do apologize for the inconvenience" at this point the girl was standing beside him with her arms crossed "maybe she meant to say that we can give you a refund or you can choose the right size of the same sweater you choose before" he just looked back at the girl with a forced smile, hoping she would not make the situation worst, when she didn't respond you just looked back at him "don't worry, you don't have to apologize, but it's up to my husband" the man behind you passed the last 5 minutes daydreaming, he already had a venue in mind, he was thinking whether the cake should be a classic white cake or maybe he would ask you to let him have a Star Wars themed cake, after that you could go to New Zealand as you've always planned for your honeymoon, or maybe Paris?, no, you've always wanted to go to New Zealand, and since he is for sure insisting on the Star Wars themed wedding that's the least he can do for you, or maybe a lego cake? that would be new, his friends would definitely envy him for that.

"Babe" That's when he realized the three of you were looking at him so you had to repeat the question for him "i think we can pick the right size this time" "of course Sir, that's a great idea, we can wrap it as gift for you as well" the older man looked at the girl this time and asked her to go and get the sweater for you, he didn't had to but when she rolled her eyes you decided she could use a few extra steps "Can you show me your ID to process it on the system please Sir?" your boyfriend seemed off, in the clumsiest way possible he took out his wallet to show his id.

After just a few minutes the employee gave you the gift wrapped up and ready along with your receipt "Again i'm so sorry for the inconvenience Mr. and Mrs. Park, and happy holidays" your boyfriend took the gift and quietly bowed at them before wishing them happy holidays as well, at this point the "Husband" thing was long forgotten to you, but as the two of you walked out of the store you saw your boyfriend looking at the gift as if it was the most interesting thing in the world "you ok?" there were a few seconds of silence before he spoke " I've always feared that you would beat me up to ask you to marry me, but i never thought you would do it in a department store" that's when it hit you, you didn't even asked him if it was ok "i'm sorry if that made you feel uncomfortable, i just thought it sounded more serious, i think i got carried away" "it's okay, you look hot when you're mad" even after developing the ability of have a verbal fight without crying and thinking that you were in control of your emotions this man never failed to make you a blushing mess with the most simple things "aawww, are you blushing right now Mrs Park?" you looked at him clearly not knowing how to react, smiling and frowning at the same time, this action only made Seonghwa kiss you in the middle of the hallway "keep teasing me and next time you would have to call the pizza restaurant yourself"

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a Carlos sainz jr imagine

Well YN is MMA fighter and I don't know they meet at one of her fights or at the gym however you want to put it I guess so yeah and I was the one who requested the Lewis Hamilton photographer one and I really liked that imagine in this very good so thank you very much xoxo 🇲🇽🫶🥰😘

Let’s see what I can do and I’m so glad you liked how the Lewis Hamilton imagine came out! I was a little worried there for a second

Love At First Fight

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x MMA fighter! Reader

Summary: Carlos meets Y/N at the gym and end up sparring together

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I have the idea in my mind, I can see it happening, can I put it into words? Let’s see. Also, sorry if it’s too short but I think it turned out cute for the prompt. Anyway, MY FIRST CARLOS SAINZ IMAGINE

Now that is is summer break and Carlos has announced he was going to Williams, he decided to go boxing with his trainer at the gym.

“Hola Carlos, ready to begin your session?” His trainer, Emilio asked.

“Of course, let’s get started, cabrón.” Carlos said. Him and Emiliowere doing some basic punching combos, Carlos was practicing his footwork, when he saw a woman walk in and immediately started using a punching bag. Since carlos was distracted, Emilio hit him upside the head.

“Focus, man, i thought you wanted to box today.” Emilio said.

“I do but who is that?” Carlos asked.

“You’re kidding.” The trainer said looking at the woman and back at Carlos. “I think it’s better if you stick to dating models.”

“Her name, cabrón.” Carlos said,

“Her name is Y/N L/N, she is an MMA fighter, she’s the UFC Featherweight champion for 2023.” Emilio said.

“You think I can spar with her?” Carlos asked.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try. L/N!” Emilio shouted, Y/N turned around.

“Gutiérrez, you know better than to shift my name in a public gym, what’s up.” Y/N said, walking towards the two men, taking off her gloves.

“My client here wants to spar with you.” Emilio said.

“Carlos Sainz, nice to meet you.” Carlos said, extending his hand, Y/N shook his hand.

“Think you can go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?” Y/N asked, stepping closer to Carlos so their noses were almost touching.

“Why not? I’ll give you the first shot.” Carlos said, Y/N stepped back, releasing his hand.

“Haha, okay, You’re confident, let’s see how confident you are in the ring.” Y/N said, walking toward the boxing ring they had further into the gym. Carlos was in shock but Emilio pushed him to start walking, Y/N was already inside the ring.

“Alright, I got these two helmets because Y/N would probably kill you since you suck at blocking.” Emilio told Carlos and Y/N snickered. “Y/N blue, you red.” They put on their helmets and Y/N put in her mouth guard. Emilio helped Y/N and Carlos lace up their gloves. “Great, touch gloves, and spar.

Carlos severely underestimated how it would be like to spar Y/N. You know how people feel pretty stupid one they find out Formula 1 is a serious sport and that driving a kart at 300 kilometers an hour isn’t easy? Carlos is feeling really stupid for wanting to spar with a UFC featherweight champion when he only boxes every other week (probably). Y/N was obviously winning, at one point, Y/N was straddling Carlos and had his wrists pinned to the mat until Emilio called time. Carlos winked at Y/N before she got off him and helped him up.

“Gotta hand it to you, pretty boy, you did pretty well for an F1 driver.” Y/N said.

“You know who I am?” Carlos asked.

“Well i obviously had to google you after meeting you since you’re Emilio’s client.” Y/N said,

“Well since I already had you on top of me..” Carlos started and Y/N laughed “..do you want to get lunch right now? I’ll pay.”

“That sounds great, I’ll shower and change so we can go.” Y/N said,

The End

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Dirty Minds 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson

Summary: You start a new job after being fired as a programmer and it’s more than you could have anticipated. (maid AU)

Note: I should stop.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your second day at the House Odinson, as you call it in your mind, brings you little optimism. You spent the night trying to bleach the images from your mind. Almost literally but the internet says Clorox is no good for your eyes. You’re no prude, you admire a nice physique, but this is strictly professional. 

Just like the day before, you ring the bell, however, there is no answer. You figure that Thor would be busy. He is sort of important and well beyond this planet. As for his brother, he’ll probably want to distract himself from being stuck in the place he once tried to oppress to his will. That was a rather shady episode... 

You let yourself in with the door code on the app. The house isn’t as bad as it was. Mostly, because it hasn’t been long since your last visit. 

The deja vu continues to haunt you. You leave your shoes at the door and unpack your kit and folding vacuum. It should be quick work this time. You put in your earbuds and tap play on the podcast you downloaded last night. You don’t know much about Norse history but you figure you should learn some given the circumstances. 

You start in the living room. It’s not too bad when you’re alone. When you have reign of the place without worrying about a nip slip or the like. Oh, what is that? 

You bend to pull free the belt from under the chair and let out a screech as it moves. You throw yourself back in horror as the green snake slithers away with a flick of its tongue. A snake! Just lying on the carpet?! What in the hell? Or is it Hel? 

You fix your earbuds as they move around loosely from your tumble. You catch your breath and get up. Maybe you should keep a bit of caution. 

You run the vacuum through the front room and move on to the kitchen. It's a bit messier. More take out boxes, some wine glasses, and several unsealed food goods. It’s like being back with your brothers. Oh yes, the favourites. 

You put it all away, on your toes as you search for the right place to put the muesli. As you reach up, the lights flicker and a tickle runs down both your sides. You squeal and drop the box, spinning to face your accoster. 

Loki stands close, crowding you as he smirks down at your wide gape. You snap your mouth shut as you brace the counter behind you. You clear your dry throat and press on your earbud to pause the podcast. 

“Oh, hi, I didn’t know--” 

“Maid,” he proclaims as he smirks at you. “There is a mess I require assistance with.” 

“Uh, okay,” you grab the cloth from the counter top. “Where?” 

“My bed chamber,” he says with a tilt of his brow. You don’t like the way his eyes glimmer. 

“Mhm, right, do I need a broom or mop--” 

“You would be the professional. Let me show you,” he slithers. 

You blink. Are you stupid or is he being cryptic? You shrug, “sure.” 

He turns and struts away. You follow and twist the cloth in your hands. You watch his lithe figure as he seems to walk on air. 

You stop at the threshold of his room as he passes through the door. It’s tidy despite the state you of the rest of the house when you arrived the day before. You hesitate to enter as he lingers by the door frame. According to the myths, he’s a bit of a trickster. Still, those have to have been distorted by centuries of mortal storytelling. 

You look around as you inch inside, “can you show me where?” 

“Certainly, just on the other side of the bed. It would likely be easier if you crawl across and have a look underneath,” he points with a careless flick. He doesn’t seem very concerned. Alright. 

You do as he says and get on the bed. You move on hands and knees and bend over the far edge. You don’t see anything. Just the green and black pattern of the rug beneath.  

Something winds around your ankles and you’re pulled onto your stomach. You exclaim and roll onto your back, twisting your legs as you flail and look up at Loki as he tries to constrain you. Oh Jesus, or Odin, whoever! He’s naked again. 

“What’re you doing?” You squeal. 

“Hm? Just a bit of fun, maid.” 

“Huh? Fun?! No, I’m here to clean--” 

“Yes, yes, it’ll get done but I’d prefer a bit of your other services,” he drags you across the bed as he untangles your ankles and pulls them apart. 

“Other services?” You cling to the blankets as they bunch beneath you. “I’m not... not a prostitute.” 

“No, I didn’t take you as one, but in Asgard, a maid is often a good candidate for a concubine--” 

“Concubine!” You cry out shrilly. “This-- this isn’t Asgard, Lo—uh, sir?!” 

“Don’t remind me,” he pouts and puts his knee on the bed as he pushes your legs around him. 

“Don’t, er—no, I’m not done cleaning,” you protest. 

He sighs as he catches your swatting hands and pushes them to the mattress. He bends over you as you focus on his face. Don’t look down. It’s just bobbing there, right at the edge of your sight. 

“Please--” 

“Yes, go on and beg, the maidens all do,” he purrs with a grin. 

“No-- no! That’s not—I don’t--” You writhe desperately. “You can’t do this.” 

He hums and tilts his head coyly, holding himself over you as his chest and shoulders flex. You gulp as you feel his... snake. You push your lip out and shudder. 

“Please, stop.” 

“Mm, since when do the peasantry rule the princes,” he lowers himself little by little. “You should be thanking you for prizing you with such an honour.” 

[lunarnu]

"Believe me now?"

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Gojo x Reader || Royal AU

In which... Gojo is a (semi) secret prince, however reader doesn't believe the rumours

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Slight angst, major character death, crack??? probably very OOC (idk I can't write to save my life), historically inaccurate (I ALSO don't know anything :D !), your typical royal au fic, no curse au, reader's gender is not specified, second person pov, there's a really lovely old lady in this, don't ask where the plot went (I can't find it either), not proof-read at all

Word count: 3.9k+

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"Is it true?" You ask, curiously, as you sit on the lush green field with him. It's late. The moon hanging over the both of you as you as you bathe in each other's company. It was peaceful, quiet moments like these that you really relished in. Mostly because he was with you. ...Not that he was the quietest person you'd ever met.

"Would it matter?" He wore his typical grin. He was challenging you, as he often was. You knew it didn't, but of course anyone would be curious in this situation.

Hearing rumours that your best friend was some prince from another kingdom, who had run away to neglect his responsibilities for a quick holiday that lasted several years now, was a little unbelievable. But, if your best friend was Satoru Gojo...it didn't seem like too much of a stretch. It was the possibility - the chance - that had pushed you to ask. Honestly, you hadn't been expecting much of a clearer response than the one he had given you anyways.

"Nah. Not really. Just wondering" You answered with a sigh as you turned to him. He had been making a flower crown out of the daisies he was plucking from the ground. His cheeky smile never faltered. He turned his focus towards you, before speaking up again.

"You don't seriously believe all that nonsense though, do you?" He continued to test you, challenge you. It must've been his favourite thing to do at this point.

"Ehh..not really. But nothing's too unbelievable when it comes to you. I'm going to assume that means the claims are false then?" You concluded with yet another sigh, sharing your thoughts on the matter.

He laughed, finally completing the flower crown and placing it gently over your head. "If it wouldn't change anything, why does it matter?" Still refusing to give you a clear answer, though you didn't have much of a choice but to accept it.

"It doesn't" You simply responded.

"Then..why do you seem so disappointed? Hm?" He cocked his head to the side, placing a hand on your cheek, which you subconsciously leaned into. "I'm not disappointed" You defended. "I'm just getting sick of your vague answers" You rolled your eyes, bringing your hand up over his one that remained gently holding your face. He chuckled at that, letting his hand slide off your skin.

"How could you ever get sick of me?" He was very aware that he had you wrapped around his finger, and he was certainly not afraid to use it to his advantage. You let out an exasperated sigh. Sigh, sigh, sigh - all you felt was exhaustion around him. But not really. His energy was contagious, infecting you more often than not, but it was hard to keep up in the later hours of the night. However, it was endless for him.

"Not sick of you, sick of your responses. There's a difference" You pointed out as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, giving his forehead a little flick. Just hard enough to sting.

"Ah, not sick of me? Hm? Am I just that...interesting? Entertaining? Irresistible?" He leaned in, not knowing what 'personal space' meant - clearly. He had a teasing lilt in his voice. Seriously? This guy..

You didn't have anything to say to that. You were left speechless. Instead: you just laughed, distracting him, so you could give him a hard kick in the leg. He brought his leg up, clutching it for a bit as he cursed under his breath. He sucked in a sharp breath and gave you a glare before putting his leg back down. This pulled a genuine laugh from you, and at least that made him smile too. Even if you didn't really notice it.

You spent the rest of the evening like this until you eventually fell asleep - on his shoulder. He adjusted his position for your comfort as you slept, still looking ahead at the scenery, admiring the night sky as he took in your presence and the weight of your body against his. He listened to your soft breathing as it evened out, the quiet sounds of the wildlife settling in for the night, and the sway of trees and grass created by the wind.

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"Satoru?" You called, sleepily, as the morning light woke you. You had instantly realised he wasn't there as you found yourself leaning against a fence. Strange. He usually was still sleeping like a log when you woke up after your long nightly chats. But he wasn't anywhere to be found. Maybe he went home?

You got up to your feet, sore from the awkward sleeping position, but you trudged over to his house anyways: only to not get an answer. Okay, now it was getting really weird. Maybe he just went out to buy some things at the market?

That's when you turned in the sound of some commotion. A crowd had gathered on the path a little way down. A horse-drawn carriage sat on the cobblestone path in the middle of the crowd of townsfolk.

You made your way over trying to get a look too. Okay, so maybe you were a little nosy...

The royal crest from a neighbouring kingdom was placed on both doors on either side of the carriage in a shining, gleaming gold. The carriage itself was a nice, pure white just like the horses that pulled it along. A well-dressed man sat at the front, holding onto the reigns as he seemed to be preparing himself to leave. The curtains on the inside were drawn, the velvet material concealed any view of who was inside the vehicle.

What was a royal from another kingdom doing here anyways? You decided to tell Gojo about seeing such a thing later when you met up with him again. You began to walk away once the crowd dispersed to let the carriage make its departure. Just then as the carriage passed you, someone peered out, opening the curtain a little to take a peek. You caught a flash of white, snapping your head back around with widened eyes only managing to catch the sight of the material swishing shut, concealing who was inside once more.

You got chills just from feeling their glance - whoever it was.

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As the sun began to set and you still hadn't found Gojo, you decided it would be best to just wait at the usual spot. So you sat on the field where you usually did. Where he was usually beside you..but he seemed to be running a little late today. You found the daisy flower crown there. It must've slipped off whilst you were sleeping yesterday. You had forgotten all about it for a while, too consumed with the task of trying to find Gojo. You picked up the delicate chain, inspected it. You didn't have much better to do as you waited anyways, right? It was a little squished but still in relatively good condition and each link was still intact. Not bad work...

You placed it back down beside you where Gojo would normally sit. You thought back to the conversation you had with him before he had placed it on your head.

Then you thought back to the carriage you saw. What crest did that kingdom belong to again? You were sure it was familiar in some way. Could it be?...

But Gojo had dismissed those rumours last night. Though, he wasn't known to be entirely truthful anyways, and it wasn't like he answered properly. Had someone come to finally drag him back? No... Surely, he wouldn't have left without at least a goodbye. Maybe it was for him, but he was still here. He had to be. He hadn't said goodbye, hadn't left you with any inspiring messages, or stupid jokes, or any clue where this kingdom of his even was. Ridiculous. He wasn't gone. No. He wasn't.

So, you waited. And waited. And waited even more. Until eventually you fell asleep waiting.

You were awoken by a kind old lady who lived opposite you. She blocked the sun's rays with her body as she stood over you, giving you a slight poke with a long stick. "Is this thing even still alive?.." You heard her mutter as she continued to gently prod at you a couple times. What the hell?... You sat up, letting your eyes adjust as you stared up at her. "Ah" You saw her slowly smile as she realised you were, indeed, alive.

"Can I help you, madam?" You asked, raising a slight eyebrow, bringing a hand up over your face to shield your eyes from the bright morning light. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just a little worried for you, dear. You were simply laying there like the fish my late husband used to bring home - dead" Well... alright.. "His name was-" You didn't hear much else, blocking her out. You were sure she meant well, it's just you realised she was just as eccentric and random as a certain someone else you knew. Who still hadn't stopped by. Not a sign or clue or anything from him. You weren't sure where she was in her story but you interrupted anyways.

"Sorry to interrupt, madam, but have you happened to have seen Satoru recently?" You asked, still trying to remain polite. She hadn't done anything wrong after all. "Ahh...that young man? Why yes, I think I did" She seemed to try to recall something. "That was it. I'm fairly certain the last time I saw him was when he got into the carriage. It was a rather lovely vehicle and the horses seemed to be such gentle creatures. Back when my husband was alive-" The old woman started going on again.

However, you were already on your feet. You thanked her as you ran by, sprinting off to his house just to check once more that he wasn't at home. You needed to know if this woman was serious. No way. There was totally no way.

Empty.

That's it. He was really gone. You slumped down sitting by the front of his home, leaning against the door. Well, he had gone home, in a way. Just...not this one.

Before you even realised it a tear had begun making its way down your cheek. You quickly wiped it away. Crying over an idiot? Were you just as stupid or what? But why? Why did it hurt? Why was there this lingering ache in your chest that you just couldn't seem to shake off? How frustrating. How could he just leave like this? Leave you in this state? Your heart felt like it was being slowly squeezed and crushed, compressed under the grasp of a strong hand. It clawed deep inside you, scratching at all your deepest emotions and yanking them towards the surface.

That's when you began to sob. Why did you care? Yeah, he was your best friend or whatever. Or at least he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be the one that understood you when you couldn't even understand yourself, like in times like this. He was your constant support, your rock, no matter what. Now it was missing - a part of you was also missing. You felt small. So unbelievably small. And he wasn't there to lift you up.

"Unbelievable!" You yelled out as you laughed, tears staining your face as you wept, feeling every inch of the immense pain that was inflicted on you.

"When I next see Satoru Gojo... he's a dead man" You grumbled under your breath as you composed yourself and brushed yourself off. You got back up and turned to leave to head back to your own home, already sick of being in front of his, not before giving his a good kick though. Your breath was still shaky, but you had mostly calmed down. You'd get over it eventually. You hoped.

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A few months had passed by and you eventually started getting back on track. Your routine had changed now that he wasn't around to fill in parts of your day, but you were beginning to get accustomed to this life too.

You were helping that old lady from before with watering her flowers in the basket that hung outside just below her window. The sun shone down on you as you focused on the job you had volunteered to take on (to give yourself some more to do). She droned on about stories of her deceased husband again and you pretended to be interested and listening, which she seemed more than happy with even when you answered "mhm" when she had jokingly asked if you thought he should've kicked the bucket sooner.

Just as you were about to move on to another set of flowers a young boy had run down the street, almost tripping over his own feet face first in front of you as he waved a letter in the air. "For you, miss" He grinned up at you, handing it to you with both hands, before scurrying away again.

The envelope was sealed with wax. With the same royal crest you had seen on the carriage that day. You absent-mindedly traced a finger over it, before it actually set in your mind that it that it was the crest. When you realised you stopped for a second and wasted no time in ripping the envelope open to pull out the letter.

You scanned over the words, not really taking them in at all. Then you obviously noticed you weren't actually reading it and started again. This time with the lady peering over your shoulder to catch a glimpse. "Ooh, how exciting" She smiled and giggled as she had somehow managed to finish reading before you had.

The letter was an invitation to a royal event in the next kingdom over, ruled by the Gojo Clan.

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'Hey, so all the fancy, formal invitations have already been sent out! Sorry! However, I wanted to invite you anyways. Personally, of course.

Anyways, come visit me! We're hosting an event over here because they think I need to get married or something and I had originally run away to avoid it but they forced me back. (Whoopsies!) Something, something being important or whatever they were saying. What a boring bunch, huh? So, we're basically hosting a party or something, right? And they're serving free food. You should seriously stop by. Stop by. I'm telling you you have to come.

See you there!'

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The details were added below and with a bunch of random doodles and scribbles.

Your grip on the paper tightened. The audacity. How could he disappear without saying anything and then send a letter months later? The little smiley face drawn in the corner near your thumb seemed to just be laughing at you and it was not helping. It was crushed under your grip.

"Do you think you'll attend?" The woman, whose presence you had already forgotten as you were absorbed in reading the letter, spoke up, making you jump a little.

"I mean...I was invited, right? But I don't know. I feel like I'd be far too out of place. Spending my evening surrounded by stuck up, wealthy nobles, that are just chasing more money, doesn't seem like an ideal use of my time" You pondered for a while. You were a little curious about this event though and it had been a while since you had last seen him, even if he was currently getting really under your skin. "Heyy..." You were a little suspicious of this, having a new realisation. "Isn't this also isn't this like every cringe romance novel ever?- This has to be a set up-"

"You know what my husband would've said if he was alive-"

"Alright, I'll go!" You gave in, not needing to hear another fifteen hour long story. The old woman simply chuckled, a kind smile on her face as she placed her hand gently on your shoulder. And honestly? That made you smile too.

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Your outfit was uncomfortable as you struggled to move as freely as you usually would. It was nice of that old lady to buy it for you, so you promised you'd wear it with pride, but seriously? Did formal attire have to be so restrictive? More importantly.. since when were your neighbours secretly crazy rich?!

You decided not to think about it too much..maybe it was her husband's life insurance-

You walked up the fancy stairs to this massive palace, nearly falling on your face no less than eight times. You had been collected by a carriage that was sent specifically for you and you didn't really know how to feel about it. But you weren't sure how you'd get here without it. When you got to the top of the steps someone was checking people on some list. Wow, a really fancy event then.. I mean, it seemed that way in the letter but Gojo had just passed it off as a party so you subconsciously toned it down in your mind too. That little-

"Name?" The man in front asked. Before you could answer, out burst the man himself: Satoru Gojo. He immediately swung his arm around you, sending you flying forwards a little. "No worries here! This one's with me" He clicked his tongue and winked at the guy who was verifying guests. Even this guy seemed sick to death of Gojo.

It was strange seeing him again. He was dressed...nice. Much nicer than when he was living in the village. Expensive. Gojo hurried you into the building, a hand on your back as he ushered you through the grand doors.

"So... The rumours were true?" You asked as he walked you into the building. He didn't answer, and as you observed his face from the side you could see the wide grin that was etched onto his face.

As you walked into the main room you were met with a magnificent sight. Everything was polished and set up perfectly. Crystal dishes, a wide and expensive selection of different foods, marble floors, a chandelier, silver cutlery that you could see your reflection in, people dressed in grand dresses and suits. It wasn't anything like you were used to.

A few of the noble ladies swarmed him as he stepped into the room as he flirted with them and sent them off squealing. No wonder his ego is the same size as this palace. You rolled your eyes, turning away.

Gojo gestured to the room, "Do you believe them now?" He asked cheekily, already knowing what your response would be. "Nope" You answered sarcastically.

"Do I have to tell you directly, hmm?~" He faced you now, one hand held yours as the other tilted your chin up to look at him.

"I'm this kingdom's prince"

"Really?"

Just on cue another woman approached him, "Prince Gojo, would you consider-" She was silenced as she walked straight into the hand he lifted, her face getting smooshed in his palm, make-up ruined - silencing her. She scurried away, taking her heavy dress with her, clearly embarrassed.

"Believe me now?"

He cocked his head as he smirked. You couldn't help but burst out laughing as he lowered his hand, smiling at the sight of you unable to contain your laughter.

Nothing had changed.

All eyes were on you as you laughed. To them, it was ridiculous to think you could laugh so freely in the presence of royalty. But you were comfortable with him, just as he was with you. You hadn't even realised. You didn't need to. Because the look in one pair of eyes overpowered the rest of them.

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As the night went on you actually enjoyed yourself. You thought you'd be out of place and it would be awkward. And you were totally out of place but Gojo never left your side. He had a hand on you somehow all night. You were only acutely aware of it as often it would be so subtle. His touch made you feel welcomed, like you belonged.

Then, the main event came.

It was time for Gojo to choose a "suitor". They called him up to the front and he dragged you up with him by the arm. You were really confused for a moment. He had an arm around your waist as he pulled you into his side. You were struggling to balance, grumbling the entire time he was giving his speech.

He scanned the crowd, trying to pick someone out. You could see the sea of colourfully dressed people look and wait, all with hopeful looks on their faces. He raised an arm to point, his hand moving over the room only to land on you.

He then turned back to the crowd. "You all are a really dull bunch of people" He sighed, seemingly disappointed, running a hand through his pure, white hair. "I'm choosing this one" He gave you a little shake making you dizzy.

Someone, another member of the Gojo Clan family you assumed, stepped up. "What have you got to offer? If this is to be successful, both families should benefit. Tell me..what has your family got that we can benefit from here?" Great. You felt like you were not just put on the spot, but viciously thrown out of a moving bullet train and dumped there by the lorry that you happened to have been flung into. "Err-" You didn't have anything to offer. You're just some poor, random from another kingdom. "My family sells wheat to the local bakery?.." You didn't think that would cut it.

Gojo was the only one laughing. But he laughed loud enough for everyone. The rest of them just blinked at you in disgust and disbelief. "Perfect!" Gojo exclaimed, physically sweeping you off your feet. What was actually happening?-

"Absolutely not!-" The other royal began, but he was quickly interrupted by a woman. Your eyes widened in shock. It was the old woman that was still clinging onto her long departed husband. How many people in that village were secretly a part of all this?! Your head was spinning at this point. You felt like the plot here was rapidly being lost. "Of course! I approve of this arrangement" She nodded, walking up to the front with a smile on her face.

"Grandma!" Gojo dropped you, his arms held out to embrace the old woman, leaving you on the floor. You got up, watching the scene, now even more confused. That old woman was his grandma?! "If you're his grandma what were you doing being my neighbour forever?!" You asked, totally baffled. "It was for the plot, my dear" She spoke gently.

"Right..." You were lost. You couldn't be found at this point.

The man who had opposed before had now shut up. It seemed "grandma" over here had more of a say. "Well that settles it then" The old lady decided with a kind expression. "Welcome to the family" She extended her hand to you and shook it. Firm handshake. Nice. You were surprised but you just decided to go along with it.

Wait. "Wait...." You were finally processing. "I am sorry??? What?! Welcome to the huh?! When did I agree to marry him??" You pointed at the snickering Gojo, who was looking like the idiot he always was.

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*(This part is genuinely just crack, not plot relevant at all (credit to a friend for this part))

"What did I miss?" This random man just rose from the shiny, marble floor in front of everyone.

"Oh my-" Gojo's grandma gasped, a hand coming over her mouth. She was so surprised and far too old for a scare like that. She seemed to struggle for a bit...

Wait...was she having a heart attack?! Now? You panicked unsure of what to do. You crouched beside her as she slowly began to collapse. "Are you alright?!" Obviously she wasn't alright, you idiot. "That's...my husband" She reached out to the man that had risen from the floor.

THAT WAS THE HUSBAND??!

And then all of a sudden there was a musical number and everyone started singing and dancing, waving their top hats and clicking their heels-

Were you actually going crazy? You swear you're actually seeing and hearing things now.

The old, now dying, woman then started levitating in the air as the ensemble surrounded her. The synchronization was actually really impressive-

*(I lied this didn't happen)

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A/N: I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 😋 I actually liked writing this closer to the end. I did not have any clue what was happening. I really just lost it 😭 NANAMI IS NEXT SO NANAMI ENJOYERS WATCH OUT 😈

Ty for reading whatever this was 😚

[shigarakislaughter]

so like…..the valentines prompts……so um…….anything from roommates to lovers with shiggy……...what do we think………

went with ¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.” from this list!!

shigaraki x reader, Quirkless AU

a/n: this is entirely sfw but he does make a singular innuendo... if this is no one's speed i understand 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

wc: 1.6k

warnings: alcohol use, suggestive

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was held high in the sky, unperturbed by clouds as a gentle breeze blew by. Musutafu was crowded, with happy couples that littered the street like confetti after a parade. To everyone else, Valentine's day was a joyous occasion.

To you however, Valentine's was anything but. Trudging up the steps to your apartment, your keys jingled as you inserted them into the door, grip tight on the key as you struggled against the lock. Your throat felt tight as you groaned. Nothing was going right today.

Your date was disappointing. You didn't know why a first date on Valentine's day seemed like a good idea. Everyone told you it was a bad idea to go out with your coworker. Your friends. Your other coworkers. Even your roommate, Tomura, told you it was a bad idea.

Honestly, "disappointing" was probably your meager desire to sugarcoat how bad the date actually was. You had never walked out in the middle of a date before, but when he managed to somehow praise his own work and belittle yours on the same project, you dumped a wad of cash on the table and bolted while he was in the bathroom. Honestly, you didn't care about the social consequences this would have at work. You just wanted to get home and enjoy a drink. Or two. Or several. Whatever helped you move on from the atrocity that was this Valentine's day.

Finally managing to twist open the lock, you sighed with relief. Your apartment felt warm, a comforting hug against the harsh conditions of the outside world. Outside people.

As the door closed behind you with a soft click, your eyes adjusted to the lighting in your apartment. It was then you noticed him. Your roommate, Tomura, was on the couch scrolling through his phone in the dim lighting cast from your floor lamp, waiting for you to get home so he could surely have his I-told-you-so moment. Asshole.

You stood still, locked in a stalemate with him as his red eyes bore into your own. He looked too smug. You took the first jab at him. “Before you say anything about me being at home tonight, I want to remind you that you are too.”

His smile dropped, eyes narrowing onto yours. "Fuck you, I wasn't gonna say shit." You rolled your eyes. Yeah, right. Liar.

Reaching up into your nearly-empty freezer, you grabbed the bottle of vodka you had stashed away. When you turned to grab the shot glasses, he was already in the kitchen, stood near the counter. "That bad, huh?"

The bottle felt freezing around your hand as you tightened your grip. "You have no idea."

You tried not to react as Tomura's hands, rough and dry with several veins running down the back, touched yours as he took the bottle and glasses from you, pouring the both of you a shot.

God, you were pathetic. Half the reason you even agreed to go on the date was because you were undeniably, irrevocably harboring a deep crush on your roommate. You needed a little distraction from your one-sided feelings.

You could pinpoint the exact moment your crush developed. It had been about three months since what you dubbed The Incident. Both of your sleep schedules were absolute trash, all-nighters a frequent occurrence in your apartment.

Despite this, you weren't expecting to see him in the kitchen at 4 am making instant ramen when you left your room for a snack. You also weren't expecting him to look like that—shirtless and surprisingly muscular (in the way skinny guys usually are), Venom themed pajama pants low on his hips, the edge of his boxers peeking through. He was hot. Fuck. How were you supposed to know that was hiding under his over-sized hoodies.

Regardless of the pounding of your heart, you still made your way into the kitchen, intent on quelling the rumbling in your stomach even if you had to run in and out.

He acknowledged you with nod, the sound of his friends screaming bleeding through his headphones, combining with the sound of your rapid heartbeat in your ears.

He was evidently arguing with one of his friends. "You talk big now, but when I get back on in a second I'm going to pound you into the ground."

You froze, heat rising to your face. Maybe it was the stupid grin on his face. Or the snark that embedded itself in every syllable of his words. Or the innuendo, cursed by your dirty mind. You were blessed that Tomura, too engrossed in the verbal battle over his headset, didn't pay attention to you as you quickly grabbed whatever bag of chips you saw first before scrambling to your room and shutting the door.

From then on, every joke or snarky comment he made absolutely had you smitten. There was something about the way he smiled when he told them, something about the way he laughed that you found incredibly attractive. You cursed your status as his roommate-what were you supposed to do if he didn't return your feelings? You couldn't just marinate in the awkward tension that would amass if he didn't. What if he never looked at you the same? So you vowed to keep your mouth shut.

As the vodka hit your throat with a burn, warmth washed over you along with the feeling that drinking with the object of your affections was definitely a bad idea.

"You wanna play Mario Cart?"

You frowned. "You always kick my ass, can't we play something like Stardew instead?"

"You sound scared." The way he eyed you was too smug, his grin too wide. Maybe it was your desire to prove him wrong or your subconscious crush, but you wanted to spend more time with him.

"Fine. Mario cart it is."

—

You couldn't remember how many shots in you were or how many games you had lost. All you knew was that there was a warmth that radiated from your heart and stomach that radiated down to your limbs and face, making it harder to concentrate.

Your lack of concentration could really be chalked up to a number of things— the alcohol in your system or Tomura's proximity. Honestly it was probably a combination of both, (perhaps the v-neck he was always wearing), the alcohol enhancing the intensity of your nervous system. Every brush of his skin on yours set your nervous system alight and brought color to your skin. You were sure your face couldn't get any hotter, temperature akin to a pot on a stove.

His side was pressed up against yours, the two of you steadied only by the weight of each other. You probably should have stopped a few shots ago.

"You suck at this," he muttered, the words low in your ear. If it was possible for you to blush more, you would be. Slumping lower into the couch, you tossed the controller on your lap.

Perhaps the alcohol that warmed you so was the very substance that was able to give you the confidence to ignore any awkward bone in your body, resting your head on his shoulder. He tensed from beneath from your ear before relaxing, the position feeling natural. Like this was where you were meant to be.

Lifting your head up to look at him, you found your face inches away from his own. His eyes were so much more red up close, the flashing colors from the TV making them sparkle and shift like kaleidoscopes. Your voice came out a whisper. "Maybe you should teach me."

His gaze snapped to your lips before shooting up to your eyes. "I dunno. Can you keep up?"

The tension that was strung between the two of you hung in the air like streamers, thick and twisting in wavelets.

"Why'd you even go on that date with him anyway," Tomura sneered, shifting lower the couch. You felt yourself shift with him, your thigh hooking over his as you sat practically in his lap. "He seemed like he sucked." His hand came to rest upwards of your knee, steadying you. Three of his fingers tapped slow patterns, warm through the fabric of your pants. The feeling made it hard to focus. Everything about him made it hard to focus.

Maybe it was delusion induced by the alcohol, but you swore you heard a bit of anger in his tone. You tried to talk yourself down from that train of thought. You were drunk. This was just an alcohol-induced delusion. He was just upset you didn't listen to him. Your voice came out a huff, "I know, I should've listened to you."

"It's just," he trailed off, his fingers suddenly still, a gentle flush painting his cheeks, "why him?"

Oh. Ohhhh.

Realization sparked in your alcohol-slowed brain. Of course. You felt so stupid. A roommate wouldn't hold you the way he held you. A roommate wouldn't stay up in the living room, waiting for you to get home. A roommate wouldn't imply that you should've gone on a date with him instead of someone else, on Valentine's day no less.

And you, if you were only a roommate, wouldn't be leaning in to kiss him the way you were now. His lips were dry and cracked against, a slight roughness to them from his scar. Absolutely perfect.

He grinned as you separated for air, the same smile on his lips that initially made you fall for him. "I'm glad your date was shit."

You laughed, cheeks warm. "Me too."

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