#i heard it and i was like 'i have to animate this. its too bouncy not to!'

[likesdoodling]

I have been listening to Epic way too much- this is a draft for what Myne crashing her way into Ferdinand's life looks like- (that's the concept I'm going with), and I am putting this here as a 'I am definitely going to finish it and now I can't decide not to' guarantee. (I made this between now and yesterday afternoon btw :D)

[vimbry]

can you give a handful of your fave sparks songs? i only know a few but i like everything i've heard and i wanna get more into them

sure! ooh man uhhh let's see. these may be ones that you already know, but whittling down some favs in no particular order I think are:

the number one song in heaven (one of those "spiritual experience" songs to me, oddly enough given the title lmao, which is what actually got me into them, bc I heard just a few lines of the short version and fell in love with the '70s synth style. but the full build-up is glorious).

eaten by the monster of love (recommended if you enjoy witty, cynical, bouncy new wave music)

slowboat (beautiful early album ballad that I am always hoping gets its recognition one day)

dick around (very fun hectic baroque pop with fast-paced vocals and a fantastic rock build-up and twists and turns. I don't have the music terminology to describe it adequately unfortunately but trust me it's gooood)

cool places [ft. jane wiedlin] (just very adorable '80s almost bubblegum-poppy joy. video's great, too. russell and jane are cutesy-canoodling it up in front of every greenscreen effect in the world. ron is also there)

strange animal (song about writing songs/music industry/criticism, with creepy metaphorical imagery, has some fun tempo changes and patented russell-falsetto)

when I kiss you I hear charlie parker playing (great early '90s club music with not-quite-rapping, half-spoken vocals. very satisfying flow)

music that you can dance to (allegedly made as a dig at a label who wanted them to make more music in the vein of the title, somehow resulting in a genuinely likeable '80s dance track with some unsubtly mean-spirited lyrics about how they felt about the marketable suggestion vs their typical creative vision. "shut up, dear, don't be weird")

likeable (another one with half-spoken vocal in the verses, lots of overlaid operatic ones, too, alternating between a very Big fuzzy chamber pop sound, and a slightly unsettling waltz, that gives the whole thing a very tense atmosphere)

[flower-zombie-rob]

puppies

Okay, it’s official, I’m pretty much addicted to writing my own original Iris characters little fictional tidbits. They’re so fun to create and I really like developing relationships between my character and other peoples characters, it’s just really really fun. This time we have a character by @glass-trash-bab taking my little ALTR for a little walk around (and a few places with the two of them shouldn’t particularly be). To any of the people who have irissonas, if you want me to write a little interactive fiction with your character, I would be happy to do so, since it’s my easiest way of developing who they are as a person and deepening their character lore. :)

R had been waiting by the door of their room all day, buzzing with excitement. they were told by Bab that today would be opportunity to feed the animals in the side of the facility they usually weren’t allowed into. They had only seen pictures of the little puppies that had been taken by Iris only days ago, but they couldn’t control their excitement at the opportunity to actually meet them. They heard a buzz as someone scanned their access card on the other side of the cell door, and as it slid open R jump-hugged Bab, who’s come excitedly to collect them.

“Hiiiiiiii!” They yelled with the excitement of a child who is about to start school summer break.

“Hi R!” Exclaimed the bouncy-haired scientist. “ Okay. Now pipe down because I need to get you there without anyone, realising that I don’t have the authority to do this. And by anyone I mean Geeky. And Tae, but mostly Geeky.”

R ran their fingers over their lips to imitate a zip. Bab replied with an ecstatic thumbs up and ruffled R’s hair. Before R had a second to think, they were being rapidly ran down the hallway by their slightly taller companion. It was the fastest they thought they’d ever run down the hallways of the facility, or at least it was the fastest they’d run since they tripped over an unassuming Tae’s leg and fallen head-first down the east wing staircase. God bless inhuman durability.

They sped down the hallway and made about 50 right turns before arriving swiftly at a large set of double doors. R had never been in the section of the facility before, so it made for an exciting adventure today. Bab took a quick look around for anyone trying to stop there in the duos nefarious deeds, before quickly scanning their access card  on the doors scanning deck with the panic of someone trying to escape a deadly Mothman. They waited with bated breath for a few seconds, to see if a security guard would pick them up on the cameras and call an emergency lock down. The two of them held their breaths. Waiting… Waiting… Waiting… Click!

Bab grabbed onto the prosthetic arm of the ALTR next to them, and proceeded to skip happily out into the outdoor section of the animal containment area. R giggled uncontrollably at the circumstances of today’s escapades as the two slowed down for Bab to catch their breath. The ALTR ran up to a chain-link fence with a bit of small writing labelling, what was inside. R peeped between the gaps in the fence and stuck their non-prosthetic arm into a hole in the barrier, making clicking noises to beckon something out.

“Ah! No no no no no no no no! Don’t do that!” The accompanying scientist, acting quickly, grabbed the young ALTR around the waist and yanked them away from the barrier before a large mountain lion with multiple heads came bounding out of a hole in a small shack within the enclosure, right up to where R’s hand was poked-in. R looked up in surprise at the beast, a little relieved to have been pulled away from the barrier before something bad happened to their only leftover hand.

“Don’t poke your hands in the enclosures unless I do it too, danger child!” Bab, recovering from that sudden rush of adrenaline, led the two to another enclosure nearby with a green light above its gate, indicating that it was a safe set of animals to interact with.they both went in through the small gate and closed it behind them. R was wondering what kind of animal was inside of the enclosure, hidden behind the small sleeping undercover shack that it’s provided in case the weather was bad. Bab ran in and started making noises reminiscent of cooing to a baby, every word punctuated with a high-pitched squeal of happiness. They were followed by R, who suddenly realised the reason for the strange noises coming from inside the shack… puppies!!!

A little of labrador puppies with bouncing around this morning enclosure, their yapping audible now that R was inside the room. They instantly collapsed onto the floor to be hounded by the many small dogs, licked by their tiny little tongues, and hold out by their little high-pitched voices learning to bark. The two decided that almost having one of them be eaten by a mountain lion was definitely worth what happened when all of that running through the facility paid off. And although though Bab would get in quite a lot of trouble for taking the ALTR to an unauthorised area, R would be seeing this part of the facility with their employee friends many, many more times.

Right, well, thank you for reading this one. If you’ve got to this far, I really actually do appreciate it when people care about original character fiction as it makes my heart really happy! Anyway, please go and check out everyone else’s irissonas! They all have really cool characters that are a lot more expensive than mine tbh. So thanks for showing interest, and I’ll probably try and dial it back on these a bit soon enough since I know most of you don’t care about them, t’s just the fact that currently I’m having a bit of creative block and these are the best ways me getting rid of that feeling.

[we-were-made-of-stars-once]

Doodleverse part 3

I’ve been studying character design for years self taught but someday I wanna be a professional designer OR storyboardist and I’ve always heard that a good way to start off designing is to have a good enough knowledge of shape language, silhouette, color pallette, exaggeration, pose, and body type. So here is half of those things that I’ve worked on so far!

Shape language helps identify the personality of the character (circles, triangles, squares)

Circles = Friendly, Good, Bouncy, Soft, Welcome, Warm, Happy

Triangle = Edginess, Danger, Intensity, Speed

Squares = Stability, Trust, Stubborness

Silhouette is very important if you wanna have a clear design. Your character must be recognizable from silhouette alone. (its kinda like the Who’s That Pokemon challenge)

These two characters below are from a webcomic by @hasanistories​ that I’m making my OC for. You can read the comic Doris Doodle here on tumblr or on webtoon. Also follow Dawn Doodle on here too to get more context @dawnanddorisqna​ Im making an AU where these three girls have a friendship trio dynamic. So far I’ve broken down thier character designs according to the terms above. I’ve tried to make sure my oc design seemed recognizable and easily fit into the story’s unique art style.

My OC is named Daisy Dischord, but her stage name is DJ Mary Melodies. She's supposed to be the new mascot for the Frame x Frame Club so I really wanted to use a lot of animation/Hollywood themed elements in her design.

Shes a rabbit girl around the same age as Dawn and the deer girl (I made a whole backstory for the deer too which I will elaborate more on in a later post) a signature feature of her design I tried to make was her big rabbit ears. I wanted to make them look like a movie clapperboard since shes supposed to represent the animation\film industry and the black and white stripes match perfectly with Dawn's/Doris' stripe pattern too. Her choker is supposed to resemble the pegboards on an animator’s desk. Her headphones are made to look like hollywood film reels.

The name Daisy is a reference to the official early concept design of Lola Bunny (previously called Daisy Lou as a placeholder name) Then Daisy’s last name Dischord is a play on words mostly. Discord is another word for Chaos, which is what my Daisy’s personality is like and it also has the word Chord to reference her occupation as a DJ at the Frame x Frame Club. I’ve also wanted to keep her name in the same naming style as older cartoons where the initials are the same letter (Mickey Mouse=M.M, Bugs Bunny=B.B, Roger Rabbit=R.R, Doris/Dawn Doodle=D.D) Her stage name Mary Melodies is a reference to the looney tunes Merrie Melodies shorts.

The color pallette and her WHOLE aesthetic is based off the color pallette that animators use during the “rough animation\tie-down” phase of the animation process pipeline. The red translates to highlights/details and the blue translates to shadows. More specifically I chose a maroon outlining color bcuz I wanted to make a reference to “Maroon Cartoons”. I’ve also made the under-section of her hair the same exact color as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit’s blue pants. The marks on her cheek are the animation timechart symbols. When shes casual she has “2D” as a reference to 2D animation and when shes in work-mode it changes to “A12″ as a reference to “the 12 principles of Animation”. Shes like a personified love letter to animation!

I’ll post more details and backstory next time!

[xlii-60]

Hi, I have a rec! AJR -- they're an indie pop band that also went viral on TikTok some time ago, but I think they're more than fleeting fame via internet trends. They've got an experimental and distinct sound that I really enjoy.

Two essential albums, imo, are The Click (2017) and Neotheater (2019). A few individual songs that I'd recommend are I'm Not Famous, Come Hang Out, Next Up Forever, and Wow, I'm Not Crazy.

Have fun exploring!! :)

I had heard of AJR before now, I actually used to really like their song Bang! and used to listen to it a lot, mostly because I am one of those guys who grew up watching warrior cats MAPs and now imagine a brain animation of my OCs every time I hear a song that fits. But I haven't given them much of a listen beyond this!

I decided to check out the individual songs listed here first, saving the albums for the future so I can give them a full listen and maybe write a review for the whole thing.

(I wanted to include images like I do for full album reviews/misc bin, but couldn't find good ones that directly related to the songs mentioned. SAD)

AJR have been around for a little while, and I have heard a few of their songs on the radio and in various other places, like you mentioned, on TikTok, before I deleted it a few years ago. They're most known and most recognizable for their interesting musical style, with often bouncy, eclectic instrumentation that occasionally sounds a bit theater-y, often mixed with short vocal samples (like the song they, as far as I remember, got initially popular from, I'm Ready, which uses a Spongebob sample).

Listening to these songs was really interesting, because I feel that AJR has an interesting cohesion between tracks and albums that not all bands have. I think of these, my favorite was Come Hang Out, especially the delivery and melody of the verses. I'm Not Famous is one I've heard a few times but never gave a full listen to, and while I had heard Next Up Forever before, I was completely unfamiliar with Wow, I'm Not Crazy.

I think AJR is interesting because it feels like I can almost pinpoint some of the musical DNA that makes up their sound- it's a little 2010s P!ATD-y, a little twenty one pilotsish, which both make sense, considering when the band got popular and when a lot of their music was being recorded and came out. The music seems to hang onto a bit of the popular stuff from those eras, in a guess somewhere between 2014-2017, which I've never had a huge affinity for. I think AJR adds a fun quality with the samples and odd instrumental choices, and I enjoyed the choral opening to Next Up Forever as a bit of a palate cleanser, but overall I don't think they're a band I return to often. Lyrically, I think AJR relies maybe a tiny bit too much on themes of fame, I feel like every song I've heard from them includes at least a lyric or two about how much it sucks to either not be famous yet or to actually be famous, and I think they'd benefit a lot from a branching out into more unique topics with their catchy instrumental and melodic style.

I think mostly I definitely didn't have a bad time with these songs, though AJR is (somehow, considering some of its superficial similarities to the music I do like) just a little bit outside my taste bubble. Regardless, I'm glad that people do enjoy them and are able to find something to like in something that I don't enjoy as much!

[doctorguilty]

The background music is always like, different in tone (often more dramatic) to what is happening in the scene, the voice acting is delivered really flat, some characters accents are done poorly, the boarding is really weird, every one of these previews (which are like less than a minute long) features an excessive amount of shots of characters faces close up while talking, sometimes cutting off parts of the face (not artistically, just like too zoomed in looking), and when it's not that the staging is just really wonky? It's done as though someone was making the jump from webcomic illustration to story boarding but not really getting it, like idk how else to describe it.. also these characters at all times seem to have like bugged out eyes and slack jawed frowns, they're always super upset looking, but that's like the beginning and end to the expression range, the animation is .. not Bad..? But like weird, like floundering between too stiff and then suddenly snappy and bouncy, its very.. like, small time indie YouTube series esque.. is anyone watching this? I've never heard a single person talk about this show anywhere that's crossed my path, but isn't it made by like, genndy tartakovsky? Isn't that a big deal to folks?

Sorry if i sound too much like a hater it's really just my strong opinions and reads on animation quality

[village-for-rambles]

OKAY. Warning guys. EXTENSIVE RAMBLING UNDER THE CUT we're doing performance thoughts and favorite lyrics. I realize I could put my thoughts on lyrics but that might be for another day this is twelve songs we're talking about

She Wants Me (To Be Loved) - Obviously obsessed with this one this is the first song that got me suuuper into The Happy Fits AND the first one I heard recorded this way. Got to see that electric Cello in action and it ROCKKKKED I was SO pumped GREAT start loved that you could hear everyone it was sosososo silly. Actually got to see everyone's faces. I am in love with this band.

And in the morning / the sun will rise / and I'll wake up / and she won't be mine

I'll say no kiddin' / while you wish I didn't / but maybe this time will be different for me

Guhhhhjhhgjhh

Mary - First time hearing this song ever and I LOOOOOOVE IT. Luke's voice is so much fun and this song generally just rocked it's one of my favorites in the entire playlist I keep coming back to it all the solos slam and Calvin was having SO MUCH FUN on the Cello I think you can see that everyone was just really into it and I love it so much ughhhh guhhhh aughh you can see how distinct everyone's body language is there's just so much personality and Also. Can you feel Mary's lovin little lamb. Kill me

Mary's an animal / as sick as they come

She'll fill you with loving / and drink out your blood / She's trying to kill me!!!

Stop running / and fuel the disease / don't use her and you'll always need

This one just was a banger lyrically in general. Ugh guh agh oguh.

Hold Me Down - Everyone was so happy playing this one it was so much fun this song was MEANT just DESTINED for the acoustics of that room the way that they echo during the chorus is soooooo HRHRHRFFRFRFFRRGG also Luke got to sing again which I really enjoyed he's fun I love how bouncy everyone is and I looooove the lighting. I am a SUCKER for this chorus I'm here my love WITH THE RESONANCE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE I also LOVE Calvin's vocals when he gets really deep it's so silly

I never cared for fancy art / or poetry and old guitars / but they always sing along

I've been talking to myself / on some Icarus spell / but it got better when you didn't go

Just get me OUT OF HERRRE

Cold Turkey - Have to be honest I hate the way Calvin says Turkey it's actually like startling to me so I don't really listen to this song but I do loooove it also they're super silly here. Very intent eye contact with the camera when Calvin is on piano and I love how everyone else plays around while Raina and him do instrumental I LOVE seeing bands interact with eachother in a playful manner it's so much fun,, I love the piano and the vocals a lot again the acoustics in this room are so perfect,,, maybe you'll call before it's too late UFGUUUHHHH

It's gonna take some time / and space, honey / so when you go / leave me ALOOOOOONE

I must / confess / life without you is such a mess / I hope / it shows

Heaven is closing fast on my fate / maybe you'll CALL / BEFORE IT'S TOO LAATE

Go Dumb - This song is just like me for real and I love how much fun everyone has with the lyrics I love Raina's backup vocals and I love how everyone rocks along just OUGHHHH THEY'RE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME and again the gang vocals KILL IT forever and ever,,, they're so silly. Love the Cello here also

I can slug the sleaze (like a rambling runt) / my weak hands and knees (got me banned to my bum) <- WHAT are these lyrics about. Nobody knows. It's so funny

I found a way to kill a deadbeat / I can rise with the tide / but when I go to the top / I need more / I need more / just to make this poor man GOOO

Live footage of me guys

Heart Of A Dancer - HANDS DOWN FAVORITE SONG ON THIS PLAYLIST I love Heart Of A Dancer all on its own but this one was soooooo gorgeous and fun I love the pace and the clashing of instruments it scratches a very specific itch in my brain,, I love Calvin's intonation and how sometimes he gets so into his instrument that he tapers off a little like EXACTLY that is EXACTLY what this song is about. How everyone interacts with the camera and how Calvin interacts with the microphone and Luke's faces the whole time and how Nicole DESTROYYYYYYYYYS HER SOLO and Calvin drops off screen and does silly little things during the instrumental just AUGHFGFGRGRHRHRYGGG banging my head frothing at the mouth it's my FAVORITE. It's my favorite. Everybody's smiling the whole time and I love that they're caught off guard by his count off at the end and how he just ditches the bow. That's what this song is FOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I think I could write a whole post just about Heart Of A Dancer

Lucifer / he came to me / he said "take this bass guitar kid" / then you'll be free / it's true!!

They were callin' out / my name / but I could not be found / I was fallin in / the flames / to such a lovely sound

Loooove the religious references by the way it's so silly

Moving - I loooove how legato everything is it just flows right in and is such a stark trabsition from Heart Of A Dancer but I enjoy it I loooooove the Moving instrumental but I love the way Calvin's voice shakes in this recording it is sososososo good so silly and the gang vocals here are once again bordering on divine. Ouuuuuuh how he just about breaks into laughter in the bridge and how he bounces this whole song is so silly and I liked Nicole a lot as well,, obsessed with the Cello as per usual. Love that everyone's a little bit sleepy but still grinning and I like the fact that they got higher at the end as opposed to the usual drop sooo much fun

Don't you make my heart beat faster / don't you make me mad / doctor call the undertaker / THIS one MIGHT be BAD!!!

You could just stay here / stay here for days dear / watchin' the sunset / over the new year

So Alright, Cool, Whatever - this is either the first or second song I've ever heard from The Happy Fits because I think it might've went Dirty Imbecile, this song, and then She Wants Me (To Be Loved) so I will forever be obsessed with this one I ALMOST FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT IT if I ever mention The Happy Fits albums and don't talk about So Alright, Cool, Whatever that iz NOT me. Kill that thing. I love how Nicole takes this one over and I love how small Calvin gets all of these other videos he's so obnoxious and animated and I think it's visible that this song is pretty personal to him in some way I loooove his voice here and Nicole's drawl is definitely a lot of fun and makes the lyrics a lot more prominent!!!! I loooove this version and I love the exaggeration of phrasing

It's not like I've got / something Grand / to say to you / like YOU'LL be / the only ever ONE / like the only ever one(s) who came before

HOW could I ever be so DUMB / to believe I'd be the ONE you would ADORRE

I love how desperate this song ends up being by the way. Narrator is NOT beating the I Care allegations. Very fun to apply to characters

I'll Be Somewhere - this is the one song in this playlist I don't have many feelings about,,,, it iz very nice and I like how it vaguely resembles Little One and Luke's first verse is fun and Calvin on the piano is nice. Ummm I really like the guitar at the beginning that rocks. But I think the interest fades after the first 45 seconds for me personally. I do like several aspects of it but I wouldn't listen to it daily

Tell me a secret / maybe I'll tell you mine / I've got a feeling / somethin' just ain't right

I don't wanna start / any place away from you

No Instructions - THE autism song for me. No instructions. I'm freaking out. Definitely the song I'm most animated with the long phrases give me a lot of room to be expressive and there's something about the intonation that's so paralyzing like you HAVE to do SOMETHING about it or you'll explode you know. Calvin's voice here is a lot of fun generally and I like how Luke messes with the camera and Nicole and Raina ROCK with their vocals here. I too am anxious about confrontation and navigating the social landscape and just want to go to bed. Thank you

I'll take the blame / for not being alright / but something should change / if all we do is fight

Oh, I / have no idea / I've got no instructions / I'm freakin' out!!

I just wanna go to sleep again / dream about a time when we were friends / I just wanna go to sleep and then / maybe we'll forget and start again

Do Your Worst - I'm going to be honest I can gage like three lyrics of this song but I know the guitar ROCKS thank you Nicole and I know the melody is super super nice and I love the transitions from intense to casual it vaguely reminds me of a Western soundtrack even thought that is not even remotely what it is. I have to move on because I am not actually aware of any of the words that are said besides 'Do your worst' and 'I thought you wanted this'(???)

Little One - I LOOOOOOOVE Little One it reminds me of Little One by Highly Suspect which is one of the songs that makes me NAUSEOUS with nostalgia jesus christ. Makes me cry just a little bit. Kind of grassy to me I could run around in a field to any version of this song. Also vaguely similar to Hold Me Down which is one of my favorites . LOVE THE CELLO I think that's the thing that makes me so emotional it's so strong and I am as per usual obsessed. Somebody save me. The general sentiment about belonging also hurts really bad. I think this was a really really good one to end with because everyone's so visibly relaxing into it and you can see that yhey're tired but they're still having fun and I think that's definitely what this song is about. Can you tell this was also one of my favorites

Little One / We're alone on the face of the earth / we're just floating in space / with the millions like us dear / you belong.

Growin' up feels like free fallin'

There's a place / in the sky / said to have all that we need / that emotional right / to belong.

PHEWWWWWWWW this was. A LOT more than a few minutes. But collectively here are my thoughts. Love love love this playlist I love you Happy Fits guh ugh ugh s

VILLE VILLE VILLE THE PLAYLIST HERE YOU GOOOO

PHIO I LOVE YOU THERE IS NOTHING THERE. YOU DID NOT GIVE ME ANYTHING. I APPRECIATE IT

[1994sunflower]

hey! i was wondering if you could write on where they f*ck whilst on a call with the rest of the band and they tease her?

I hope I did this request justice it was sosososo hot to think about.

in which ashton and calum listen

Michael declined the ringing phone for nearly the fifth time in only a span of a few minutes. He did it without thinking about it, frustration more than anything bubbling up as he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him or wondering why they were doing so so much. It didn’t matter.

Not when you were looking up at him doe-eyed with his cock in your mouth. You had paused, a twinkle of annoyance in your eyes at the disruption. Sucking your boyfriend’s big cock was always enjoyable and always left you dripping wet and moving your hips against the air behind you from how turned on you were, how much more you wanted. But not when you were interrupted every few minutes. You always stopped, just to give him space to answer if he wanted, you always thought of him. But he just pushed your head down to take him further again like he had done all the past times his phone rang.

“Suck.” He commanded you to continue.

Michael’s tattooed hand tangled in your hair and took a hold of it roughly, almost painfully but all you did was let out a moan around him and feel your pussy clench emptily. Your boyfriend bucked his hips almost imperceptibly at the vibration of your sound before he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him completely until you gagged around his length. By the groan and silent fuck, yeah, love your mouth so much he let out as he threw his head back to fall against the wall behind him, you were sure that was his goal.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall the head of his bed was on. For once, he was the naked one as his legs spread enough to fit your small body between them. You were still fully clothed but on your knees on his mattress and bent over, ass in the air, to be level with his crotch. Your hand was fisting the part of his cock you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, though not being able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. But somehow, seeing your small hand and mouth failing to be able to take all of him, how big he was in every sense of the word compared to you, just made him twitch in your warm, wet mouth.

You had begun bobbing your mouth up and down along his length again, sucking him eagerly and letting your tongue flatly lick the underside of his shaft and kiss his tip. Your hands twisted around his base as his hand tightened its hold in your hair as you moaned around him. His groans, eyes closed as he focused completely on the pleasure his good little girlfriend was giving him, and sometimes breathy praises keeping you going animately. Until his phone rang again.

You whined as you pulled yourself off of him with a lewd popping sound and a strand of spit connecting your lips to his bulbous tip. And as he stared at that erotic scene in front of him, he wanted to break something for being denied you.

“Who is it?” You pouted, like a child being denied her favorite toy. Your hand, still around him, moved along his dick, jerking him off almost distractedly as you waited just to finally be able to take him in your mouth again like you were practically drooling for.

You already missed his size in your mouth, having to open wide to adjust to it, the feeling of his sensitive skin, twitching and hardened, and the pleasured sounds you could arouse from him.

Michael growled in frustration, his eyes telling you just how angry he was at the disruption to his enjoyment. It was the same cold and angry look many poor souls saw right before getting beat up. For the first time, he picked up the phone that was laid next to him and actually looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s fucking Ashton.” His voice was gruff. He was going to murder his best friend. If it was anyone else he might’ve already started making plans as to how. His finger was already hovering over the decline button, having half a mind to turn it off completely when he tugged you closer to his shaft again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your breath against his sensitivity. “Just keep-”

“Answer it. Maybe it’s important.” He wasn’t sure how to tell you that there was little much of anything else he considered more important than having his girlfriend suck him off right then and there.

But he only mumbled before swiping to accept the call. If he didn’t, you’d be worried like the sweetheart you were and besides, he never could deny you.

It didn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He put his phone on speaker and held it up just a few inches away from his mouth. “What the fuck do you want? You better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

He saw the way you frowned at his meanness but he ignored your look, he could only be so good before he reached his limit. His mind was still focused on the way you still pumped him; he was still so hard.

“Okay, geez dude. Sorry!” Ashton didn’t sound sorry at all, actually. “Not like we haven’t been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes or anything.”

Michael wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But he did know that if his too-kind girlfriend’s mind started to wonder too, then you’d feel so bad about distracting him from whatever meeting his friends thought they had together that you’d stop completely. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he hasn’t even cum yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, half paying attention as he took a hold of your arm, pulling your body so that you were completely bent over again, your mouth just inches from his tip.

You were gazing at him with uncertainty, no doubt thinking about the fact that he was still talking to Ashton and how impolite it would be to disrupt his conversation with his friends. Especially at how embarrassing it would be should you be caught. But Michael couldn’t give less of a shit, his priorities were set. Whether it was impolite or whether Ashton or Calum would know what was going on or not.

Michael just ran his fingers in your hair, hoping to relax you a little, to silently tell you it was okay and to just continue what Michael so deeply wanted you to. Just like he was weak for you, you were helpless but to do what you both wanted.

Your mouth took him in again, paying special attention to his tip, kissing and licking at it especially before wrapping your tempting lips around him entirely. The pleasure was almost dizzying. So good. He almost felt his hips twitch when you hallowed your cheeks. His eyes closed again involuntarily, so utterly at peace with the feeling of your tongue on him as you did your best to fit most of him in your mouth. Almost forgetting he was on a call. Not really caring once he did remember. His girl was the only thing on his mind.

He almost couldn’t process it when Ashton scoffed, “Bullshit. I reminded you this morning before I left.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion before Calum spoke up, voice just as loud as Ashton meaning they were sitting right next to each other. “We were going to pre-game before the party at my frat? Ring a bell? You said you were down.”

There was a vague memory in Michael’s mind of Ashton telling him something about that, about not forgetting, that it was tonight. He remembered nodding dismissively, he wouldn’t forget. But he also remembered how easily that all left his mind the moment you arrived, bouncy and beautiful as always. With a mischievous glint in your eyes that he always felt giddy at seeing because it was so rare for you, knowing what was to come, what you would be whining for. And he was never one to deny you anything.

The slurping and filthy gawking sounds that came each time you sucked and moved up and down on his shaft were growing both in number and volume the more into it you got. Even some of the moans that accidentally escaped you at how much you loved to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

The sudden silence coming from the other end of the line should have been enough to tell Michael that his activities were being discovered. But either Michael didn’t notice or didn’t care. He never moved to take himself off speaker. But he took notice when you grew alarmed and shy at being caught at something so personal and lewd. His hand went to the top of your head, a silent way to tell you not to stop.

He let out an unashamed groan, “I’m not going. Y/N came over.”

Honestly, with what Calum and Ashton were imagining right then, they couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck dude, are you-?”

As if to answer the unfinished question, Michael thrusted up into your throat enough for the gagging sound to reach the speakers on his phone, enjoying the feeling of you choking around him. But it really wasn’t with that goal in mind. Your newly tentative movements, due to you being very aware of possibly being caught, had slowed you down much more than Michael wanted.

But Michael had no problem taking control when needed. His hand was pulling you up and down onto his length by your hair. Thrusting up into you with the rhythm he put upon you, his head thrown back, eyes closed at the pleasure. Feeling your fingers press against his naked thighs was enough for him to shiver. By the time he had both of his hands in your hair, keeping you still, you were already whimpering against him. Apparently your pretty little mind had glazed over the fact that he was still very much on the call, forgetting the shyness that had taken over you a few second ago. That Calum and Ashton were still very much listening.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” Michael’s rough voice praised, strained because of the pleasure, made it clear he didn’t care either. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d heard you two go at it. “That’s my girl, take my fucking cock.”

His hips began to thrust into your small throat, perfectly molded to fit his cock, and only his. He had trained your throat for that. He thrust deep, hearing you gag and feeling your throat close around him with each time his tip reached the back of your throat. He kept himself there, pushing your head down deeper, forcing himself further back in your throat. It was sadistic and he could hear your muffled sounds and the tears prickling your eyes but as you looked up at him through your lashes, holding onto him tighter and your hips swinging behind you, he knew you were just fine to be like that. His toy to fuck.

When he finally relented, letting you pull away enough just to breath, he heard the choking, stuttering breath you took. His cock was dripping with your spit but that didn’t deter you from moaning around him as you savored the taste of him and his pre-cum when you deep throated him again.

It was then that Calum and Ashton seemed to get past the shock and dry throats. It was hot. To imagine you, sweet and gentle you who they knew was too small to take anything of Michael’s easily, doing something so dirty while being treated so roughly had them hard just hearing it. Imagining it.

“Shit, is she sucking you off right now?” Calum’s voice came through the nearly forgotten phone at his side and Michael couldn’t help the pride in his eyes as he looked down at your tiny figure in between his legs doing just that.

He yanked at your hair roughly, pulling you off of him enough for him, and his friends over the phone, to be able to hear you whimper, lips against the head of his cock. You almost looked pathetic. And he felt his almost painful hard-on at the sight.

Michael looked at you when he spoke directly to his friends, “Yeah. She lets me fuck her throat like a fucking slut, too. She’s so good with her mouth.”

“I bet, if it sounded like that” Both Calum and Ashton groaned in unison, they really couldn’t blame Michael for bailing on their plans now.

Somehow, hearing all three of them talk about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy trembling even more than before. Your smile was broken from the rough way he had taken your mouth but you still obeyed him when he tapped your lips with the head of his dick. Opening your mouth and taking him to the hilt, until your nose touched his abdomen before you pulled back and did it all over again.

You barely heard the mumbled good girl from his lip. But it wasn’t until you heard Ashton’s voice that you froze, as if reminded that you were being listened to. All the dirty things you had just done, were done in front of an audience.

“Didn't know your girl was so needy.” His usually friendly and sweet tone suddenly sounded teasing and demeaning. “I probably should’ve though. Always the ones that pretend they’re so innocent that like it rough.”

Michael smirked down at you, his eyes never leaving yours making it known how purposely he chose his words. “You should hear what she’s like when I’m inside her.”

Your entire body burned. You wanted more, needed more. Just like you did when you arrived to his home, horny and needy. When he told you to get on your knees and work for it, though you had already been crawling towards him on the bed.

Now driven by the hitches of breath you hear over the phone, their silent groans. You didn’t care anymore that his friends were listening to how much of a whore you were, listen to each lewd sound of you sucking off your boyfriend or even more. Maybe it was a testament to his corruption of your pure person, to one who cared only about him, and getting fucked by him, to care about modesty - someone who delighted in the thought of others being witness to just how good you were for your boyfriend and just how good he made you feel.

When you released him from your mouth, you were sure your wetness was dripping all over his sheets.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, your soft cheek resting against his hard dick, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please.”

Neither could deny the way their hands went to palm themselves through their pants at the sound of you so softly, high pitched, called your boyfriend such a dominant title. You heard a chuckle from the phone followed by a mocking laugh.

“Aww, she’s begging. How cute.”

“Just fuck her, mate. Put her out of her misery.”

Maybe you should be pouting at their teasing but if it got your boyfriend to stretch you open, you welcomed the sting of humiliation that followed their words. Being seen as nothing but a fucktoy at the moment.

Sharing this intimate moment with you was only because they were his best friends. It was the only reason he’d given them this glimpse that they should be honored to be guests to. But one he was using not so subtly to boast, how lucky he was to have you, how only he could give you pleasure. That you were his, sucking his dick, fucking him. No one else could have you. Even them, no matter how close he let them get. No matter how much they wanted to.

Michael looked almost arrogant when he took you by the back of your thighs, pushing you up until you were stranding up. Enough for your clothed pussy to rub against his cock. The sensation was enough for you to start grinding on him. You’d waited for so long, you couldn’t even remember how long you’d been blowing him before the phone rang. There was still spit on your chin to prove it.

You yelped when you felt him spank you but his eyes showed almost no emotion which caused you to clench your walls. He looked so hot under you, the tattoos on his upper body under your hands and his dick erect for you. “Let them hear how good you can ride me, little one.”

His thick fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough for you to sink down on him. You were so wet, he slid in with ease despite your tight walls. Especially excited at the rare opportunity to ride him. A satisfied moan left you, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being split open by his thickness. Finally.

Michael stayed laying down, gazing up at his girlfriend, looking so little as she bounced on his lap feverishly. Groans left him as he let you set the pace, pleasuring yourself using him. But despite you being on top, it was very clear who was in charge by the bruising grip he had on your hips as he helped you move up and down his length. You were so small, even the width of your body was only half of his broad one.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room each time your thighs met when you sheathed him entirely inside of your drooling cunt. Your skirt was pushed up, around your waist worthlessly, giving Michael a clear view of where you were connected.

“So-ngh-so good, Mikey. Feels so good.” You were babbling on him, your back arching. Breaths coming out short. Every once in a while, you ground against him, swiveling your hips. “Y-you fuck me so good. Love your big cock, daddy, feel so full!”

“Fuck, she is a slut.” You weren’t even thinking straight with how dizzy the pleasure made you to recognize who said it. But you weren’t out of it enough not to hear the ‘slicking’ sounds over the phone that made it clear Ashton and Calum had given up modesty with each other and were pumping their cocks to the hot sounds of you getting fucked by their friend. Which just made you move your hips faster.

“Hear that?” Michael grunted out as you kept riding him. “They can hear how much of a fucking cock hungry whore you are.”

You were shaking your head at his words, whining as if to deny them but you kept moaning and riding him faster, clamping down on him with your walls, suffocating him in the best way. You felt each drag of his cock against you. He moved you forward by your hips to heighten the delicious sensation of feeling you against and around him, hissing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It was only when you leaned down, your face just a few inches away from Michael’s so that your hips were what moved his cock in and out of you that Michael saw the large blush adorning your face.

He sat up without you expecting it. The only reason you didn’t fall was because of his arm that wrapped around your waist. Your small hands landed on his strong, tattooed shoulders instinctively.

Even on his lap, straddling him while still grinding on his cock, Michael was taller than you. It was instinctive when you opened your mouth and let him slowly, sensually, let a glob of his spit drop onto your tongue. You almost moaned when you swallowed it but the gentleness ended when he spit in you again, faster this time and you felt a sharp slap to your cheek following it.

You distinctly heard the curses that left the phone at the visuals they imagined of Michael slapping you around, manhandling you in whichever way he pleases.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy. After showing them how much of a messy cockslut you are. Fucking me during a phone call…dirty fucking girl. Can’t think of anything except daddy’s cock. You like that they’re listening to how good I fuck you, don’t you?” Then his grip on your waist tightened enough for him to start thrusting up into you. Hammering into your poor little cunt at a rough, fast pace - even more so than the one you had set for yourself. He groaned deeply. You cried out, gasping and writhing in his arms as he pounded into you mercilessly. Broken sentences were the only thing that could leave your mouth. You felt him so deep inside you.

You already felt that heat in your belly, the sign of your release keeping up on you as your big boyfriend used your body. It felt so good, the pleasure you had been vying for all day. The way you tightened around him, hips stuttering was enough to tell Michael you had cum, along with how much wetter you’d gotten, your cum mixed in with each thrust as he continued pummeling into you within stopping. It’d been building up for so long, you couldn’t be blamed for cumin so quickly.

The back of your thighs and his were drenched. But your scream was enough to tell Ashton and Calum know how you had creamed all over Michael’s dick. Their hands moved faster as they jerked themselves off, their minds focused on you.

You couldn’t even think coherently, your eyes half closed and mouth open to stream out moans. Let alone being able to wrap your mind around Michael handing you his phone and pushing it up to your ears, off of speaker but loud enough that he, so close to you in position, could still hear the two boys at the other end of the line. His hips still thrusting into you, so deep that he bottomed out into you each time.

“Tell them what I’m doing to you.”

And then it was your moans being filtered directly to them, the distant sound of slapping skin the only other thing Calum and Ashton could hear as you bounced up and down on his fat cock.

It was embarrassing, especially being able to hear Ashton and Calum’s groans, knowing they were witnessing this weak, dirty part of you so different from how they usually saw you. Your breath hitched.

But it was Calum’s sweet voice, drenched in a gravelly arousal, that you heard first, “Go on. Tell us how good you’re getting fucked in front of us.”

You didn’t answer right away - you couldn’t. It was too much. Hearing his voice in that moment, commanding you to follow your boyfriend’s orders. Knowing that you had him weak just with your sounds. It was a thrill. And your face was fucked out at the feeling of the circumstances as you moaning as you were racked by Michael’s rough thrusts. Your submission so cute to watch, and hear, unfold.

Your hand could barely hold onto his phone, fit for his larger hand not your trembling one. “H-He’s fucking m-my pussy so deep. C-Can’t—so rough. Gonna cum again.”

You sounded as fucked out as you looked.

Ashton spoke next, sounding almost amused with your inability to work your brain while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick. “Yeah? Feels good?”

Your sounds of agreement were muffled. “S-Sososo good. Mikey’s so big! He’s stretching me open. H-He always makes me feel so good, only he can fuck me. My pussy is his. I’m his. Only a slut for him.”

You were cut off by your own squeals; as if to reward your words that made Michael feel so boastful and powerful, he raised the shirt that was still on your body. Until it uncovered your bra-covered tits to him. Even then he just roughly pulled up your bra, not bothering to even remove it. Just enough to give him access toy our bare chest, jiggling up and down with his sharp thrusts. He all but smothered his face as he encased his mouth around your nipple.

All you could do was arch your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth and his head further into them. One of your hands went to hold the back of his head gently to hold him there as you took pleasure as he sucked your tits while his arm around you pushed you as deeply and closer into him as possible.

“Yes.” You clenched around him at the sensation, as if to force his thick cock to stay inside you, so tightly Michael’s drilling into you grew slower as he fought against your walls. But eventually, he picked up his pace again. Until you could barely breathe with how fast he was fucking up into you, his pace bruising and his cock hitting the spots that had you weak. You barely heard his growl of Mine against your skin. His tongue swirling against your tits, biting at them gently.

It was so hot.

For the second time, you could feel the tension again as your release crawled closer. Your moans were louder than before, this time directly into the phone speaker not that you had any trace of bashfulness anymore.

“Fuck listen to her.” Calum said, you could practically hear the breathy way he talked. His head thrown back as his hips thrusted into his own palm, desperately imagining the way your hips would move, the way your cunt would be soaked. His hand tightened around himself to mimic your tightness. “You sound so fucking hot.”

He was only saying that because Michael couldn’t hear him. He had to make do with teasing you with his words, making you feel exactly what you were doing to him. And that’s just what his words did. You whined, grinding into Michael desperately at the praise.

“Bet you look so pretty like that.” Ashton said as he spit on his palm before returning his hand to his cock, “Riding a cock that’s too big for you. Like letting yourself be used like a fucking toy, don’t you?”

“Michael!” You moaned out his name even as you listened to his friend’s words through the phone. You were so close.

But Ashton wasn’t done. “You’d feel so fucking good, so tight. Michael was right. Such a needy slut, fucking her boyfriend in front of his best friends and liking it. Making him miss his plans.”

“And here we-fuck-thought you were such a good girl, smiling and innocent.” Ashton’s hand moved faster against himself.

You were whimpering at his words, at his teasing. “I’m s—orry. I-I didn’t mean t-to.” You slurred, “Just needed him.”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t m-mean to?” Calum mocked your stuttering cruelly. Sounding so similar to your mean boyfriend and you felt yourself at once have tears settle in your eyes at the humiliation and get impossibly wetter. The lewd squelching each time Michael moved in and out of you was loud. It was too much. The sensation of Michael driving into you and just how good his friends’ teasing words felt.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He continued, cooing at you teasingly. “You’re just a brat who only thinks about cock - bet you even like that we’re getting off on you. Thinking about how good you’d look bouncing on our cocks. We’d fuck you good just how you like it. Too bad Michael never learned to share. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not! ‘m not a brat ” You moaned, heart thumping rapidly at what he was suggesting. You could almost see their own big cocks in their hands. You licked your lips. Michael really had turned you into a cock-addicted whore. “I’m a good girl. I’m Mikey’s good girl.”

“Hmm…” Ashton grunted, “Prove it. Keep moaning nice and loud. I’m so fucking close. You’re going to cum again aren’t you? So fucking messy.”

“Say our names when you cum.” Calum chuckled and you heard Ashton’s incredulous laugh right beside him as your cheeks burned. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You’d only ever moan Michael’s name, the man who was fucking into you so well like only he would ever be able to do. But the thought of it set a fire in your belly all the same.

And almost as if Michael could hear what he had said, his eyes narrowed in concentration and possessiveness despite everything. “You’re mine.” He grunted out, “All fucking mine. Gonna let them hear how I fuck my cum into you. How you’re built to only take my cock and cum.”

“Yesyesyes, give me your cum, daddy. Please, cum inside me.” The words of all three of them were enough to have you cumming around your boyfriend’s girth almost immediately. Dropping the phone all together and leaving Ashton and Calum to cum into their own hands at your words, imagining it on your skin instead, at the now more echoey sounds of your moans of completion, repeating Michael’s name almost like a mantra in the haze of pleasure.

Even as his hips continued to slam up into yours, despite your overstimulated core. Until he held you still, biting at your skin with a deep groan as he released inside of you. Thick ribbon of cum filled you completely, with pleased sounds leaving your mouth at the sensation.

Only then did he let you fall back on the bed, weak and tired. Finally letting go of your tiny body he had been holding close to him, keeping you on his cock. He had given you exactly what you wanted, what you arrived to his house knowing he could give you. And the experience was so much hotter than you expected, especially with his friends’ teasing and dirty words that showed you just how hot they saw you.

Michael watched as you laid there, legs open with a mixture of both of your cums trickling down your leg. His cum that couldn’t fit inside you, white at your entrance. The sight drove him wild.

But he controlled himself from abusing your sensitive cunt again. He had to handle something first. He picked up the abandoned phone, the one you set aside because you would drop anything and everyone for him. Always.

He didn’t even have to speak when he put his phone up to his ear as you laid there silently, mind fuzzy. Both of you were breathing heavily from the exertion of the rough fuck. Ashton spoke before he had to.

“Don’t brag, dude.” And Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. It was exactly what he wanted to do, the feeling of pride swelling inside him. He had just fucked his hot girlfriend, knowing his two friends wanted her, wanted to be him. Claiming her in front of them as she claimed herself as his to them.

“Seriously, it’s bad enough we had to jerk off while you got your dick wet.”

Michael scoffed, “Just be grateful I even let you listen, assholes. Don’t interrupt me next time.” He paused before he decided to rub it in a little more, “At least you could actually make her wet. She felt so good around me.”

“Fuck you, dude. We did a lot more than just make her wet.” Calum said, not unkindly. He was already trying to clean himself off. “Can’t believe she even let you cum inside her."

“Yeah don’t forget she’s mine.” Michael said, the possessiveness back in his tone. They were lucky to even just be given a glimpse of you in that intimate moment. Given to them because Michael trusted his best friends but also just so Michael could show off how lucky he was to have you, how satisfied he was always with you. A reminder of how much you didn't need anyone else with him around. All their fantasies of you were for nothing because it was only ever Michael that could have you whenever and however he wanted, the one who could claim you inside and out.

And while Ashton and Calum dominated you, because of the freedom Michael had allowed them to, they knew better than to push their luck with your boyfriend. They were just happy with themselves for calling at the moment they had, accidentally stumbling into a scene that they refused to leave willingly once they had realized. It was better than any porn they’d ever seen.

Michael’s chuckle caught them off guard, he seemed to be in a good mood after having sex. Not that they could blame him. “Have fun at your party.”

Not that they could. Not after getting such a small taste of you and knowing they wouldn’t be thinking of anything else but how they dreamed of you in that situation, your sounds, what you let them be a witness to and what you let your boyfriend do to you, to claim you in front of them. What it meant that such a sweet, naive looking girl could be tainted to become such a submissive slut, unbeknownst to everyone else. It was hot and they doubted a party could hold their attention or desire at all compared to it.

But Michael knew that. That’s why he was still laughing, tauntingly.

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High Up in the Astronomy Tower (Part 22)

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Summary: You attend the Malfoy Charity Ball.

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Rating: Teen (TW: PG13 level sexual encounter) (other parts M), 💗

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“I can’t believe we’re going to a ball,” your sister, Leanna, said, bouncing along the sidewalk that led to the Malfoy estate.

You couldn’t believe it either. Balls were not uncommon in the wizarding world, but they were reserved for the traditional families and yours was anything but that. The (Y/L/N)s were not part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight nor were you exceptionally wealthy. That, coupled with your parents’ political advocacy for muggles, never put them at the top of anyone’s invite lists.

“It was very kind of Narcissa to extend an invitation to us,” your mother said, shaking you from your thoughts.

Dressed in a long black gown your mother was the picture of elegance. Silver jewelry and white opera gloves complimented her simple bun and makeup.

“It is strange that they still live here don’t you think?” Leanna said when you caught up to her.

Your mother had put her in a knee-length silver dress. At ten years old a floor-length gown would have been a disaster for everyone around her, she was too bouncy and animated.

“Ancestral homes are strange themselves,” your father commented.

You glanced back at him, clad in midnight blue robes it was the most formal you had ever seen him.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“The Malfoy Manor was likely built with magic and for generations magic has been imbued into its walls. Like Hogwarts, it probably has some magic of its own.”

“Then Voldemort’s magic probably infected the manor.”

Your father pursed his lips. “Maybe. But the Malfoy magic would be stronger, having been there for much longer.”

“Look! There it is!” Leanna shouted, interrupting your conversation.

You crested the top of the ridge and your jaw dropped at the sight.

The Malfoy Manor was less a manor and more of a miniature castle. At five stories it loomed over expansive gardens to the left and the right. The front entrance was bustling with people as they were led inside.

“I’m surprised so many people are here,” you whispered to your dad.

“The Malfoy Manor was always notorious, but after You-Know-Who’s death people seem to want to be closer to him now more than ever,” your dad muttered back.

You made a face and your dad’s lips twitched. He wasn’t a troublemaker, but he certainly wasn’t one to go with the crowd. He would always have his objections to high society and the sort of gawking that seemed to be taking place around you, but he would still go, wanting to make his own exacting judgments.

The crowd thinned once you stepped inside with people making their way to the ballroom you could hear further in the house or to the large drawing rooms open to your left and right.

“Shacklebolt is here,” your father said.

You rolled your eyes. Despite working as the deputy of the Department of International Magical Co-operation your father had had very little contact with the Head of the Ministry of Magic. If you had to guess you might have had more correspondence with Kingsley in your two letters regarding Muggle Studies than your father had had in twenty years.

“What are you going to pitch?” You joked.

“Nothing you haven’t heard before,” your father replied.

You snorted and left him to attempt to catch Shacklebolt’s attention. Meanwhile, you meandered over to one of the drawing rooms. Inside you noted a myriad of famous wizards and your stomach turned. This was not somewhere you felt comfortable.

You left the main hall and began to pick your way through the house. Nobody had stopped you from coming back here so you assumed there was no harm in it.

The halls were quiet except for the occasional portrait making a snide comment.

“Who is this dreadful girl?” One asked.

“Certainly not a pure blood. Narcissa continues to disappoint.”

You rolled your eyes and moved on.

Eventually, you came to a door that was cracked. You nudged it open further to find yourself in a large study. A roaring fireplace opposite a large window overlooking the central courtyard were the only breaks in the overflowing bookshelves that lined the walls.

“(Y/N)?”

You blinked. You hadn’t even noticed the man in the chair by the fire.

“Draco,” you said, relaxing immediately.

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Draco’s mouth went dry at the sight of her. She was beautiful, there had never been a doubt in his mind about that but seeing her like this… Merlin.

Her hair was styled and curled, a few strands framing her face. Draco could never tell if she wore makeup, but right now she had a dark red lipstick on that made his gaze linger on her lips. The sleeveless emerald dress that hugged her form before flaring out just above the knee was unlike anything he had ever seen her wear.

He drank her in, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the necklace she wore. The one he had gotten her for Christmas.

An emerald cut into a droplet with a snake coiled around it had seemed like too much at the time, but Draco hadn’t been able to find something else that he thought would have suited her, so he had sent it and hoped she didn’t mock him relentlessly for it.

“Draco?” She asked, stepping further into the room and shutting the door behind her. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, of course,” he replied.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Draco snorted and closed the book he had been reading. “Far from it.”

(Y/N) gave him a questioning look and he shook his head.

“What are you doing back here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She blushed and shifted on her feet. “I don’t really know anyone here. And no one said I couldn’t explore so…”

Draco chuckled. Of course, she would go exploring instead of socializing with people who were only here to watch him and his mother like animals in a zoo.

“What are you doing back here anyway?” She asked, turning her discerning gaze from the walls to him.

“Postponing the inevitable it would seem.”

She quirked an eyebrow.

“As much as mother advertised this to be a charity event it is truly a test of whether we can be accepted back into society. I’m sure you’re aware of all the charities she has sponsored, but actually inviting people into our home that played host to You-Know-Who for so long is something else entirely. We are going to be completely on display tonight. Everyone is going to be looking for evidence of something untoward. The less time I spend out there the less of a chance of messing it up I have.”

(Y/N) gave him a sad smile, causing Draco to grit his teeth and look away.

“Isn’t hiding away giving them more than being present?” She asked.

Draco sighed and shrugged.

“Come on. Let’s head out there. Plus, now that I’m supposedly Harry’s girlfriend,” she paused for a moment and faked a gag, “if we hang out that can only help you. Friends with a half-blood who is close to the savior. Even Skeeter couldn’t spin that to make you look bad.”

Draco held back his objections to her calling herself Potter’s girlfriend. He knew that neither you nor Harry had led anyone to believe that was true, but it still rankled.

“Stop looking like you want to throw up,” she instructed, holding out her hand.

Draco looked down at her hand, pondering the gesture for a moment, before taking it and standing up.

(Y/N) smiled at him before squeezing his hand once and then dropping it. Bereft at the loss Draco impulsively offered his arm to her, in a move he would have expected her to call old fashioned, but she easily looped her arm through his.

“What about the fire?” She asked, jutting her chin towards the still roaring flames.

“Oh, right.” Draco patted his robes for his wand.

(Y/N)'s smile turned to a grin, and she appeared to merely glance at the fire and it died immediately.

“Been practicing, have you?” He asked, guiding her to the door.

“A bit.”

Draco chuckled and closed the door behind them.

“You know these portraits are awfully opinionated,” she commented as they passed through the halls towards the front of the manor.

Draco hummed, not really hearing her as his nerves started to build once more.

“Draco,” she murmured, pulling him to a stop at the threshold between the darkened hall and the now sparsely populated entrance. “It’ll be okay.”

“How can you be sure? I’d wager that at least a third of the people here would rather see me in Azkaban than a professor at Hogwarts.”

“So? There’s nothing they can do about that. McGonagall picked you and the Ministry approved.”

Draco looked away. (Y/N) was right, but that didn’t mean everyone saw it that way.

Draco felt a soft hand on his cheek, and he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. The sorrow and sympathy on her face had his stomach twisting.

“I’ll be right here for however long you need me,” she whispered.

Draco searched her eyes for a lie, but only found a tender affection and reassurance.

“And if I need you for more than just tonight?”

Her lips parted and surprise darted across her features. Her hand dropped from his cheek to his shoulder, and she stepped into his space. With a mind of their own Draco’s hands landed on her waist, fingers digging in for a moment before relaxing.

“A promise is a promise,” she breathed.

Draco shuddered and his grip on her waist tightened once more. She didn’t pull away, instead, she seemed to press closer, though he was intimately aware of the distance still between their bodies.

“(Y/N),” he warned, voice rough and low.

“Draco.”

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“I would hope something similar to what you do to me.”

“And what, exactly, do I do to you?”

She shook her head, a grin alight on her face.

“You tease too much, love,” Draco drawled, pulling her so her body was flush with his, the minimal space that had been between them dashed with one move. “And yet, you never follow through. I would think you shy if I didn’t know better.”

She cocked her head, considering him for a moment before she looped her arms around his neck.

“Quite the accusation, professor.”

Up to that point, Draco had thought his self-control admirable. From the moment she had stepped into the study he had wanted her, but he had resisted. The fear of rejection and respect for her potential feelings for Potter had kept him from crossing the line he had crossed back in Hogsmeade all those months ago. But now, with (Y/N) in front of him, wearing his necklace, wrapped in his arms, that tenuous self-control was shattered.

Draco pressed his lips into (Y/N)’s. She responded immediately, one hand wove into the hair at the nape of his neck, and the other curled around his neck.

Draco felt a slight tug on his hair, and he growled into her mouth. (Y/N) gasped and he took that opportunity to press her into the wall behind her and deepen the kiss.

(Y/N) moaned, and he shuddered. Draco had forgotten what that sounded like.

Draco’s hands shifted, one drifting between her and the wall, coming to rest on her lower back to pull her more firmly into himself. The other trailed up her arm, coming to drift across her collar bone, fingers catching on the delicate chain of the necklace.

Her breath hitched and he pulled away, eyes searching hers for some indication of what she was thinking.

“Draco,” she breathed, pupils blown and chest heaving.

Draco closed his eyes against the image of her strung out on him.

“Draco.”

“(Y/N),” he said.

He thought he heard her whimper at his voice, the brokenness evidence of the effect she had on him.

“I-“ She was cut off by the sound of laughter from a few feet away.

Draco pulled away; hands lingering on her skin before finally presenting his arm again. She took it easily, looking for all the world composed except for her swollen lips.

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You weren’t sure if Draco had overexaggerated the loathing that people would have for him or your presence was truly the deterrent you had made it out to be, but very few people stared at you and even less made Death Eater comments within earshot.

The evening passed pleasantly as Draco dragged you from person to person seeming to play some sort of political game to wring as much money as he could out of them. It would have been impressive if you had had a single clue how he was doing it. You certainly understood the subtext and subtle pushes and hints, but the way that Draco navigated that against jabs and hints towards his own personal and family history was beyond you. You would have much preferred to address everything outright and judge the merits of each argument against each other. Subtle manipulation had never been your thing.

Eventually, the party began to close. Your parents left first a tired Leanna in your father’s arms. You spotted several Ministry members leave, sparking a departure of the press as their main targets of eavesdropping and interviews departed.

It dwindled down those within the tight social circle the Malfoys used to operate. Still over a hundred people in attendance, but you were suddenly even more intimately aware of how you stood out. The half blood, the child of infamous muggle activists, and the supposed girlfriend of the Chosen One hovering at Slytherin Prince’s elbow.

Draco engaged in some verbal sparring with Mrs. Zabini and her newest beau you quietly slipped away to the side of the ballroom. Music still filtered through the room and a few couples drifted across the dance floor.

You sighed and leaned against one of the tables at the edge of the room. Your fingers drifted to your necklace, fidgeting with the pendant.

“Are you all right, dear,” a woman asked.

You jumped, startled out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Mrs. Malfoy, I didn’t see you there,” you said, straightening. You barely resisted the urge to run your hands along your dress and through your hair, wanting to appear more presentable to the mother of your… friend.

“That’s quite all right,” she said, an amused smile on her face.

In a velvet green dress with sleeves to her wrists and a high color she looked straight from the pages of a Victorian magazine, but the tight fit of the dress followed down almost to the hem, flaring out slightly, revealing the pointed tips of elegant black heels.

“It’s lovely to meet you. I’m (Y/N), Draco’s friend,” you said, thrusting your hand out awkwardly.

Narcissa’s amused smile persisted as she shook your hand.

“I wanted to thank you again for the scarf. A lovely color you found.”

Catching the knowing look in Narcissa’s eyes you blushed and looked over toward Draco. Engrossed in his conversation, he looked the picture of calm, but you could see the cunning look growing in his silver eyes.

“Yes. It’s become a favorite of mine recently,” you replied.

“That’s great to hear.”

You turned your attention back to Narcissa and smiled warmly. She was a soothing presence and after knowing what she did for Harry in the Forbidden Woods and all that she had done since you respected the woman. She was making an effort to atone, just like Draco.

“This is a wonderful thing you are doing,” you said.

Narcissa shook her head, a somber look broke the smile on her face.

“It is the least I could do. After everything he did. After everything Lucius did, that I did.”

You sighed and looked out over the thinning crowd of people in the room.

“It is more than a lot of people that were on the ‘right’ side have done since. I know that there are many that are seeing what you both are doing to answer for your decisions.”

“And many more that don’t care.”

“Are you doing it to change people’s minds or to help people?”

Narcissa tilted her head and you shrugged.

“(Y/N), why did you run off?” Draco asked, coming to your side.

“Just talking to your mother,” you replied.

Draco glanced between you and his mother before resting a hand on your lower back and relaxing into your space.

You gave him a questioning look, but he avoided it. You definitely did not object to the contact, but in front of his mother and sixty other wizards, it could give people the wrong idea.

And what, exactly, is the wrong idea?

You couldn’t answer that question.

“I must go talk to the last of the reporters. I told a few I would give them estimates on the donations at the end of the night. It was lovely meeting you (Y/N). I hope you could come to tea at the Manor sometime.”

“Of course, that sounds lovely.”

Narcissa left you two with a final glance at Draco’s hand on you.

You looked at Draco and raised an eyebrow.

“Touchy, are we?” You teased.

“Am I not allowed?” He replied, mischief in his tone.

“I never said that. It’s certainly bold though.”

The music shifted to a slow song and before you could react Draco was dragging you onto the dance floor.

“Draco, what are you doing,” you hissed.

“Dancing. Does it look like something else?”

You huffed but fell into step with him. You rested your hands on his shoulders and his went to your back and waist. Not quite dancing, more of a sway, you relaxed into his hold and let him guide you across the floor.

The song shifted again, and you turned your head, resting it on Draco’s chest. Draco hummed and your arms settled into a more comfortable position as Draco pulled you into what seemed to be a hug as you rocked to the gentle music.

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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

[anxious-ace]

Camilo headcannons:

Genderfluid

Not because he's a shape-shifter, I just think it would interesting if he shape-shifts to fit whatever pronouns he's using that day

Camilo is for he/him and they/them

Camila is for she/her

Mirabel is the first one he told

Dolores heard the conversation but because he didn't want the rest of the family to know until he was ready, she didn't say anything about it

He and Mirabel are best friends and will go on frequent adventures

He calls her Mira' (spanish for look and short for Mirabel) and she calls him 'milo which is short for Camilo

Just like Mira said, he won't stop until he makes you smile

Is actually afraid of insects

After he figured out that Antonio could talk to animals, he was like "that includes insects and I'm not here for it."

He will scream and have a panic attack if he sees one

The family knows this because Pepa is the same way

(That's probably where he got the fear from)

The biggest theater nerd in the family (second to his papa)

Sings songs from musicals to calm himself down

His room is a theater hall with the backstage area being the place where he sleeps (his bed, tv, clothes and other stuff are there)

The lights in his room reflect his mood (blue is sad, yellow is happy, white is base-line, red is angry, purple is scared/panicked etc.)

In extreme cases (panic attacks or a  identity crisis) the lights start shaking

His room turns his dreams and nightmares into printable screenplays (it prints them itself)

It also has a section full of mirrors so he can practice impressions

Like Pepa and her "clear skies" line, he says "yellow light" when upset

Mira will ask him if it's a '"milo or 'mila day" to ask what pronouns he's using

He is a bouncy boi, he bounces when happy and anxious

(The only way you would know if its a happy bounce or an anxious bounce is if you look at the lights in his room or listen for the "yellow light" line

Allergic to peanuts

Antonio once gave him a peanut m&m because he was sad and he ended up having an allergic reaction

Thank God Julieta was in the house to help him

Mans had to carried into the room

He did manage to get the arepa down thankfully

Antonio will ask him to read him bedtime stories

(Sometimes it's in character)

Whenever he's having a bad day, Antonio sends an animal friend to cheer him up

Dolores will get Pepa and Felix to help too

He will warn Dolores every time he makes tea for Pepa because the boiling water will upset her because of her gift

He has apologized for making Bruno out to be an eldritch being

(He accepted the apology and said he liked the song)

He has also apologized to Mira for not standing up for her

(She also accepted the apology and now he makes sure to stand up for her more)

He was the one who had the idea of having a school in the encanto

Since he's 16 now (at least I think so) he is in a high school level class (based on the American school system, I have to find out about Columbian schools)

He will go around town as his family members and when someone asks him to do something, he will revert back to himself and tell the person to do it them damn self

He's like, "the family has their own issues to deal with, we don't need to deal with yours too."

(I found out that Columbian schools have the same school year length which is 40 weeks with a 12 week break but they have 5 years of elementary education followed by 6 years of secondary education so I don't know if Milo and Mira would actually be in school)

(Just found out that they would be in school but it would optional for them, let's just say they chose to still be in school)

He is very protective of his family

When he found out Dolores liked Mariano and that they ended up together, he did the "you break her heart, I'll cut your dick off." line

He also makes sure no-one bullies Mira' for not having a gift and Antonio for being sensitive

He will sneak 'Toni sweets whenever he's sad

Each Madrigal has their own phone (yes even Antonio) so they can call and text someone when needed, Camilo's phone case is based off of his ruana (including the chameleons)

Dolores made her ring tone for him "karma chameleon" and he made his ring tone for her an alarm as revenge

(It upsets her hearing so she rarely calls him, why would she if she could just hear what's he's saying anyway?)

(I guess it's so he can hear what 'lores is saying)

He is a lucid dreamer which means he doesn't know if he's actually awake in the morning or still sleeping

He has had nightmares where the family doesn't talk to him and it turns out it's because he's dead

He doesn't know why he has these nightmares but he does

He will throw up or pass out when panicked enough (the lights in his room start shaking until some fall off)

Something like this happened once and a light almost fell on him

It didn't fall directly on him but he still got hurt (thank God for Julieta)

He is a Mami's boi but he is also a Papi's boi, he's a parents boi I guess

He and Bruno are the ruana duo and they vibe a lot, mostly 'Milo helping him with his telenovelas

(He's a theater kid, what else do you want?)

He absolutely has ADHD prove me wrong

He is friends with two of my ocs, Alexander who is a trans Greek boy who moved to the encanto recently and Diwa (she's from the Philippines) who also moved to the encanto recently

They met at school one day during a play production that 'milo was in (because of course he was in it)

Alexander was in the audience while Diwa was doing lights so they all met during the intermission

The two of them didn't really bother asking 'milo about his family because they knew they had issues

They've known each other for about three years now and 'milo is starting to suspect that he has feelings for Alexander

Alexander also likes 'milo so there's not much they have to worry about except certain members of the family (*cough* Abuela *cough*)

Diwa is trying to get them together because she knows they like each other but they're too damn stubborn

(Milo gets it from either Pepa or Félix and Alexander gets it from his dad)

The three of them love learning about each other's cultures

(The funniest thing is when Diwa said she wanted puto which means fucking in Spanish but in the Philippines it's a rice cake)

(Of course I had to look it up, I'm white and I don't want to get something wrong)

He told Alexander and Diwa about his gender the same day he told Mira'

He wakes up with random cuts and bruises because of how intense his nightmares are

He and Isa once got into an intense argument that got way too personal and he ended up with a bruise and a complex about his weight

(The argument started because Isa doesn't understand people's feelings, milo wanted help with his identity but Mira wasn't there so we went to Isa since she was the closest)

He has tried to run from the encanto multiple times but realized that he needs his family

He will run to Alexander's and Diwa's houses whenever he has a really bad panic attack or identity crisis

He has Chromesthesia (sound to color synesthesia or the association of sounds with colors)

It means that whenever he hears a sound, colors are triggered

(From Wikipedia: "For some, everyday sounds such as doors opening, cars honking, people eating, or people talking can trigger seeing colors. For others, colors are triggered when musical notes or keys are being played.")

The second one helps him write songs and figure out what to paint whenever he listens to music (he's an art boy what can I say)

Yes he listens to music whenever he draws, paints and writes songs

He got it from Félix's mom

[honestsycrets]

Love in a Cup | Floki x Reader

❛ pairing | Floki the Boatbuilder x Autistic!Reader, Floki x Helga. light!Ragnar x Reader

❛ type | one... shot?

❛ summary | Aslaug gives you a cup to give Floki: but your morals keep you from delivering. Tricky things, they are.

❛  warnings | Non-Autistic writer, first time writing autism, first gen vikings, love potions, light physical abuse, one-sided love, sister wives, jealousy, ragnar’s feely hands, trickery, mention of witchcraft, witch!aslaug (but good witch!), semi-mean reader, doesn’t follow Hirst’s specific timeline.

❛  sy’s notes | gif to ofmanderley (really in love with their work). not that happy with this piece but i’m exhausted with it.

Floki was her world. 

When she breathed, when she slept, it was as if she was symbiotic with his presence. Whatever Floki threw at her: insulting a suitor or murdering someone close. That was why, for the longest time, you repressed all thoughts of him when you were with Siggy, Helga, and Aslaug. You were the only one of the four and the youngest who had not married. It did not bother you. It gave you time to play with Ragnar’s youngest boys as a maiden who lived in the Great Hall. 

You whirled to the strumming of the oud. Sigurd mimicked the swirl of your hips and twirl of your wrists. Every once in a while, you tumbled over the little boy. As hard as you worked at dancing, the balance between strength and balance didn’t always add up. 

In the corner of your eye, Floki stood watching. His unapologetic smile, lips wrapped around the rim of his cup, gave you encouragement. He was watching-- with Ragnar by his side whose thumbs were hooked tightly in the belt looped around his waist. 

It was only when the music abated that you heard your name traveling like a howl on the oud’s notes. You tumbled out of a spin and dipped down to pick up the little boy. He was the one place where you felt free. That space where the music met the song. His bouncy golden hair was slick with moisture. 

“Yes?” 

Aslaug crossed the dark planks with a drink between her fingertips. You noticed her fingers twiddling along the surface. She looped her hand through your arm and began to walk with you despite the warriors’ complaints.

“Floki was watching,” she whispered. You couldn’t help sneak a slight glance at the man, whose blackened fingertips waved at you in succession, wild like the unpredictable ocean beating the sandy floor. She speaks again. “Why don’t you give him this?”

You handed over Sigurd to a slave and took the cup from her fingers, turning your back toward Floki. Your fingers grazed around the lip of the cup, drawing repeated circles. “What is it?” 

“A drink.” 

A drink, you soothed yourself by repeating it again and again. “But what else?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

Of course, you did. Perhaps Aslaug made some bad decisions, selfish ones, but you never doubted her love for you. You wrapped your hand around the bone cup and gazed into the surface of the mead. It glimmered with a golden sheen. It was no ordinary cup. 

“I-- I think so. But why?”

You turned over your shoulder where Floki was. His fingers rolled in Bjorn’s face and told him some raunchy joke. He laughed wickedly as Bjorn’s cheeks pinked. Ragnar must have run off with Athelstan outside for some privacy. Aslaug prompted your name again. Her palm settled on your golden shoulder. 

“Married men are always the hardest to catch,” Aslaug slid past you. “But not impossible.”

You glanced down to the golden cup and dipped your fingers in the gilded liquid. It coated your fingers like molten gold. It affirmed that whatever she gave you, it wasn’t mead. Or at least, not mead alone. It’s tainted in some way. When you turned up your head again, Floki’s lips were by Helga’s ear. He held her with warm consideration, rubbing her distended but empty belly. Light dances along the surface of her eyes. Everything pumps with a distinct, obnoxious loudness. You shake your other hand free of anxiety and turn toward the door.

It’s time to go.

You pushed through crowds of drunken couples, men with grabby hands, and women who laughed with the purest joy. You breached the doorway. Cool air bit your cheeks. Although winter was on its way out, you felt its touch nipping your cheeks.

You reclined against the wooden longhouse with a cup of mead charmed with love’s fleeting kiss. It wasn’t as if you were unfamiliar with spells. You made simple ones as a healer: mending Torstein’s arm was nothing short of the touch of Eir. Besides: if Aslaug made it, you decided, it had to be a love potion. 

Freyja, you thought, what next? You should spill it on the ground, let it dry and return to the love of the earth. But then what would happen if someone else came upon it as it dried? Would they use it for their own devices? Steal the heart of someone just like Helga: sweet, unsuspecting, and perfect? No. You would go the beach and dump it into the depths of Kattegat’s deep lake. 

“Look at you, moping all alone.” 

Light filtered out from the double doors of Ragnar’s mead hall. Floki bounced out and came to a stop in front of you. His hand rested on the head of his axe. You become suddenly aware of how this might look. A lone woman standing outside, lamenting your sorrows to Hati as the moon shone dolefully above. Floki comes closer.

“Ah--” you pursed your lips. “There are men standing guard.”

“They are still men,” Floki chirped. “They’ll do what suits them.” 

“Hm,” you nodded through his assertion. “And Helga?” 

“What about her?” There’s a pause before Floki reached for your cup. He loosened your fingers around the horn cup and brought it to his nose. He knew what it is, too. His tone darkens, playfulness undercut by a sharpness in his eye. “A tonic. A love tonic. What poor fool were you trying to trick with this?” 

“Floki,” you struggled to meet his eyes. Not that you could on regular days, but flicking your hands free of the animals crawling underneath your skin, you hoped that he would listen for once in his short life. “Go away.” 

“No. Why would I? I’ve been waiting to see something like this,” words pushed past his lips. “You are always so stiflingly good. No one is truly that good at heart. Who was it for?” 

You said nothing. Not with guards watching weird and weirder speaking alone: not forgetting that Floki was indeed a married man and you were a single woman living under Ragnar’s protection. Or, under Aslaug’s. 

“No?” Floki tilted his wrist and swirled the liquid around. He brought the cup to his lips and threw his head back to drink the potion. Your hand lurched to catch his gloved hand, squawking in desperation. 

“Athelstan!” you lie. “It was for Athelstan!”  

He ignored you and downed the drink in no more than three large gulps. Shame flooded your stomach when he pulled the cup away. You whirled away from him. 

“You liar.” Floki chucked the cup to the side. It clattered and rolled. In a last-ditch effort to protect what was, you snapped your hands to your eyes. If he couldn’t look you in the eye, you tell yourself, Aslaug’s potion wouldn’t take. Besides; why would you want to look into his silvery-blue eyes? They would be like Níðhöggr’s eyes-- when he tore you alive for tearing Floki from Helga.

“I wasn’t lying,” you murmured into your hands. Your cheeks were hot, but the tears soaking your fingertips remained as a constant reminder of the truth. “It’s the truth. Now go away, don’t look at me! You’re Helga’s!”

“What are you talking about?” Floki seized your forearms. 

“Go away!” 

As willowy and thin as he is, you expected him to be weaker than he was. He forced your fingertips from your eyes. You looked anywhere but his eyes: the make-up down his slender cheeks, his warm brown beard, or straight past him. For a moment, you try. But you’re locked with the reality of Floki’s impassioned stare. He met your gaze boredly.

“It… didn’t work?” 

“Not on me.” Floki hummed. “I thought you knew that.” 

“I told you. It wasn’t for you,” you bit out. “I didn’t even make it.” 

“What a lie.” 

“I hate you.” 

“An even worse lie.” Floki stands there otherwise unaffected, giggling at your deemed stupidity. He stood like the idiot, not you-- he laughed at your discomfort. 

“If you didn’t ruin it, maybe I would have given it to him!” 

“Go ahead, make him another.” he twiddled his fingers in your face, voice rising. “He won’t want you. All he wants to kiss his cross.” 

With that inflammatory answer, you lashed out. You did the only thing you could think to do: Thwacking him on the side of his gaunt jaw. His jaw gave a click as you pushed out from under him, biting back the tears welling up in your eyes. 

“I hate you, Floki.” 

He isn’t the type to chase and luckily, you’re not the type to apologize. You whirled the door open, bumping into Helga whose sweet smile felt like a hundred fallen suns. It’s too warm for what, inevitably, Floki will tell her. Tomorrow she will hate you. 

She called your name. You brushed past her for your warm bed in the Great Hall. Its woolen sheets felt prickly under your back. As the night progressed and the loud voices became soft whispers, you heard Helga’s soft voice like the scurry of the housecat that sat between your numb legs. Everything had gone numb. 

“Can I see her?” she asked. 

You closed your eyes. If you were a better communicator, maybe you would have told Aslaug to tell her no. But lo, you did not, and Aslaug agreed in turn. You forced your eyes shut and awaited a lashing out. If you were asleep-- maybe she’d go away. Save your beating for tomorrow. She kneels before you. You feel her warmth, her willowy hands grasping yours, willing you to open your eyes. You press them together harder, if possible. 

“If he loved you, it would be okay,” she cooed awful acceptance. Over and over. A wretched chant from the perfect woman. “You could come home.” 

As time passed and the drunks are collected, she took her drunk from the Great Hall too. You were left staring at the cat between your legs and the dread in your belly. 

She’s too good for you.

Helga doesn’t hate you the next day. 

Not that you expected her to. Her soft eyes were all the familiar, soft, and loving that any man or woman could need. Instead she told you, with pitiful sweetness, that you were welcome to marry Floki. Imagine your discomfort when you recounted the fight-- and the source of the welt across Floki’s pale skin.

Aslaug bid her time like a patient goddess, mindfully telling you that it wasn’t all for not. Whatever that meant. At the end of the next day, you sat nursing your aching heart with an ale that you usually took to ease pounding headaches when the light came in too strong. If only you could tear your heart out and pin it up in the stars. Then you would be happy. 

Alcohol made your fingertips tingle. Or maybe it was the soft fur of Aslaug’s marital house cat that made your fingers tingle. One or the other. At some point, you felt Ragnar slip in beside you. Whether it was the weighty scent of his sweat or his large palm that cupped the bottom of your back, inching like a worm to squeeze your ass, you weren’t sure. You squeezed the cat in your lap like a hunk of bread. 

“Don’t look now,” Ragnar hummed, flowing into your belly with warm affection. The man was like an older brother. One you didn’t question: just listened to. “But Floki is watching.” 

“But why?” 

Unlike Aslaug, Ragnar’s words were always followed by certainty. So despite his hand caressing your ass and the kitten kneading into your thighs, you turned your head into the side of his neck. Athelstan swung his leg over the other side of you like a second shadow. His patient smile another reassurance. Still, your hand shook in anticipation over the cat. 

“I think he’s jealous.” Athelstan chimed in. 

Heavy footfalls alerted you to the fact that Floki was quickly advancing. Unlike his patience with Ragnar, he shoved Athelstan unceremoniously to the side of a quickly overcrowding bench. Your sweet kitten bounced laps to the wooden floorboards. 

“What are you doing, Ragnar?” he asked Ragnar. With a sassy flick of his fingers, Ragnar’s hand fell away from your ass. He reached for a hunk of your meat, sliding it into his mouth with a less than a ceremonious smile. 

“You were watching.” 

Floki bristled. You turned toward him. Perhaps he could fool others with that tightly-knit jaw or the wildness of his eyes, but not you. You knew Floki too well for that. Your handset on his scrawny thigh. 

“Of course I was watching. You brought that priest--!” he hissed, glaring Athelstan off of the bench. Somethings the priest might have held his ground and accepted Floki’s typical beratement. Not this one. “To force her into warming his dick.” 

Ragnar swallowed his hunk of meat, wiping his fingers against one another. Just when you think he is about to say something, Floki goes on. “If you want to poison your mind with a Christian, fine,” Floki pressed. “But don’t sully hers too.” 

“Floki,” you dared. “Isn’t that a choice I should make?” 

Like a snake, his dark eyes flickered back on you. Something wasn’t right there, you decided. You pushed him from a state of indignation to one of range. He snatched your shoulders in his large willowy hands. Ragnar flicked the remaining bit of meat and leapt out from the table to Athelstan. 

“What does that mean?” he quipped, voice raising into a shout. “Were you planning on fucking him? Were you?”

You could have quipped back something mean. Perhaps, better luck next time? It lingers on your tongue a moment but seized by the panic that rides in Floki’s voice, you simply slumped forward with the stress. Your cheek connected with the exposed hairs poking from his tunic. 

“You are so stupid. I hate you.” 

His hand hovered in the air. Then, twirling down, he drew his hand through your hair with a suppressed sigh blossoming from his chest. He reached for your cup of alcohol. “What kind of answer is that?” 

“It’s a no, Floki. A no.”

He giggled. The warmth of his bouncing chest warms you somehow. Although you know that he’s going to put you through hell, you glanced up at him. His scrawny finger drew a line under your chin before he’d squeeze it for emphasis. He parts his lips to speak. You beat him there. 

“Yes, Floki-- it was for you.” 

I knew it! He bellowed out amidst full blown cackles. You sigh through them because of course-- he would have to show off in these little victories. The knowledge that the cup was for him or your affections-- as he perceived them-- were all his. 

He reached out to lift you from the table, spinning his jaunty feet over the floor. He’s more than your boatbuilder. More than a Viking. More than a man. He’s your Floki. You know he wouldn’t let you fall to the floor with even drunken, flowy step to the door because after all, Floki was the one who taught you what it meant to dance.

“Let’s go home. I want to see you dance.”  

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For Family Or For Love

Pairing: adult!Remus Lupin x reader

Word count: 2492

Prompts: “Are you scared of me?” “No. Never.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think. I love you, and that’s what matters.”

Written for @johnmurphyisbisexual’s writing challenge!

Special thanks to @the-moon-and-the-book for both beta reading and coming up with the title!

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The heavy door to your private chambers creaked open to reveal the room’s other occupant; your husband, Remus Lupin. He carried an enormous stack of tests to grade in one hand, two cups of coffee in the other, and he held a newspaper clenched between his teeth. He shut the door the same way he opened it; with his foot.

You leapt forward to help him, taking some of the items from where they balanced precariously in his hold, constantly on the verge of falling. He breathed a sigh of thanks, pressing a kiss to your temple as you made your way to the bed.

Upon closer inspection, you realized half the papers he had brought in were actually yours. You taught Herbology and had recently assigned an essay. You hummed in gratitude when Remus handed you a pastry and a couple of colored muggle pens. You knew the older members of the faculty preferred quill and ink, but you chose pens. They were easier to use and much less tedious to maintain.

He smiled softly, humming in acknowledgement as you both sat down to mark papers. The room lapsed into silence, the only sound being the clicking of pens and the occasional mutters of disapproval when either of you saw something you didn’t particularly like.

A tapping on the window broke you out of your concentration. You spun around, eyes searching for the source of the sound when you spotted a small brown owl perched on the windowsill, rapping its beak against the glass.

A messenger owl.

You jumped up, hurrying over to fling open the window and welcome the creature inside. The poor thing was soaked through; it was pouring outside.

“Rem, will you get me a towel for the owl?”

“Sure thing, love.” He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom and emerged moments later with a navy blue towel.

You gently wrapped the owl up in the cloth, hoping it would help the animal get warm and dry.

There was a small cylindrical vessel strapped to the owl’s back, colored a deep red, like the darkest red visible during a sunset. You undid the clasps holding it in place, popping off the cap and peering inside. The case held a sheet of paper, rolled up tightly in order to make it fit.

“Who’s it from?” Remus’s gentle voice inquired.

You didn’t reply immediately, unfurling the note and letting your eyes fly over the words first.

“My parents,” you finally answered. “They want to have us over for dinner tomorrow evening.”

“That’ll be a welcome distraction from marking papers,” he remarked.

Remus was on relatively good terms with your family. They were somewhat sceptical of his background at first, but decided they would be happy as long as you were. Your father gave a very nervous and jittery Remus his blessing shortly before he proposed, and you had been happily married ever since.

You laughed. “Definitely.”

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When you awoke the next morning, your hand searched the bed for Remus, for his warmth. You found nothing. Only when your fingers reached the edge of the bed, the precipice between the sheets and the floor, did you open your eyes.

You blinked blearily, letting your eyes get accustomed to the light entering through the small gap between the curtains. Remus was nowhere to be seen.

Throwing on your robes, you shuffled over to the bathroom and peered inside. Where was he? He was indeed a morning person, but there was no reason for him to be up this early in the weekend.

Your incessant internal questions were soon answered when you heard the telltale creak of the heavy wooden door. Remus entered; you could tell from his hunched shoulders he was deep in thought. The dark circles under his eyes told you he had probably not slept much the past few hours.

“Rem? Remus, is everything all right?” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, simply holding up a newspaper and muttering, “See for yourself.”

So you took the paper from him, sitting on the bed as you turned the pages in an attempt to find out what exactly was troubling him so. The sound of the paper crackling under your fingers which usually held so much satisfaction for you, gave you no pleasure this time.

“Oh no.”

You now knew what it was, you knew what had upset him. The fifth page of the paper held a picture of him; it depicted him perfectly, there was no chance of anyone not recognize him. And on the off chance someone didn’t connect the dots, his name was printed right below it. The article revealed his true nature, his lycanthropy, informing everyone who didn’t yet know that Hogwarts’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a werewolf.

You glanced up. Remus stood at the open window, both hands leaning on the windowsill as he looked out over the school grounds. You could tell from his posture he was incredibly worried, and he had every right to be. No one would hire a werewolf, much less send their child to a school which had one employed as a teacher.

“Remus?”

“How could this happen?” His voice cracked and you knew he was trying his very best to keep control of his emotions. “We were so careful, how is this possible?”

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “But we’ll handle this the way we always do; together.”

“There’s nothing left to handle.”

“Remus, my love, don’t give up hope. There’s always something. Perhaps my family can help; they have a well-respected name.”

He didn’t reply immediately, instead gazing out over the field where students were playing, studying, or just hanging out.

“They don’t know yet, do they?” It was not a question, more like a statement, as you both knew it to be true.

“They don’t- they didn’t,” you sighed. “But my family knows you. We’re married, for Merlin’s sake. They’re not going to shun you.”

“We shall see about that,” he muttered, straightening up nevertheless. “In the meantime, I should probably have a talk with Minnie. I’ll see you later for lunch?”

You nodded. “As always.”

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Fastening your hairpin, you gave yourself a final once over in the mirror. You were dressed to the nines, and yet you wouldn’t classify your attire as too fancy for the occasion. Satisfied with your appearance, you exited the bathroom adjoining your shared bedroom to go look for Remus.

“Rem?” you called. “You ready to go?

You opened the door separating your bedroom from the hallway with its incredibly high ceilings, as could be expected from any old building. Your husband stood outside, leaning against the wall as he waited.

He hummed in confirmation, a soft smile spreading over his face at the sight of you. He reached for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours as he twirled you around slowly, admiration plain in his eyes. Pulling you close, he pressed his lips to yours, gingerly, as though you were the most precious treasure one could possibly imagine.

“Rem!” you laughed, “We have to go! You know my mother hates when we’re late!”

“As my lady wishes.”

With that, he waved his wand and you disapparated, reapparating right outside your parents’ large house. Walking up the cold stone steps, you felt Remus stiffen slightly, and you squeezed his hand. A comforting gesture, one he immediately returned.

The doorbell sounded loudly, chiming once, twice, three times before falling silent. You waited as quick, light footsteps approached, flinging open the door.

“Auntie (y/n)!” the young girl cried, jumping up and down in excitement. It was your young niece Ada, dressed in a pretty pink skirt and with her hair coiffed in cute, bouncy curls. “It’s auntie (y/n)!”

Another set of footsteps approached, slower and calmer than Ada’s. Your mother appeared in the doorway, smiling and greeting you and Remus as she ushered you inside.

“Dinner’s not ready yet,” she remarked casually as she returned to the kitchen, presumably to continue preparing the meal.

Little Ada remained by your side, dragging you by your hand to come look at her latest drawing. Remus still stood in the hall, but the young girl kept you so occupied you could do little more than glance at him every few minutes.

Your father and your brother soon entered, laughing loudly at what must have been an incredibly funny joke.

“Ah, (y/n)!” your father exclaimed when he spotted you sitting in a corner with Ada on your lap and a children’s book in your hand. “I see Ada’s gotten to you already.”

“Yes, she has. I didn’t remember her having this much energy the last time,” you joked, but Ada tugged on your arm to remind you you were supposed to be reading her fairytales.

“Ah, and Remus.” You couldn’t help but notice how much less enthusiastic your father’s greeting was when it was addressed to your husband.

“How’s Edward doing?” your brother cut in. “Not causing too much trouble, I hope?”

Edward was your brother’s eldest child, older than Ava by six years. He started his first year at Hogwarts that year, and your brother was rather anxious about his progress.

“He’s doing very well in his classes,” Remus replied. “Naturally, he’s pulled a couple of pranks here and there, but that is to be expected from such an energetic young lad like him.”

“I see. And no issues with… supernatural creatures?”

Your head snapped up at that. Ada whined for you to continue reading, but you simply told her to wait a moment. You were certain there was a venomous serpent hiding somewhere in your brother’s words, and when it would jump out to ambush you, someone was sure to get hurt.

Remus remained perfectly calm. “None that I am aware of. The boy’s a very talented wizard; he has proven himself very capable of defeating any creature we presented him with.”

Your brother’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and as if struck by a lightning bolt of insight, you know this was heading downhill. It was only a matter of moments before he’d attack Remus about his lycanthropy.

You were right.

“Lupin, you’re a danger to the children! It’s not safe for them to be around you.”

“He is not!” you burst out. You stood up and stalked over to them, the fairytale long forgotten.

“He’s a werewolf.” Your brother spoke in the same tone you’d heard him use when explaining things to Ada; things that one would expect to be obvious.

“He’s also a professor, and has been for years. Nothing’s happened.”

“Maybe not yet, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

Your mother emerged from the kitchen, clearly wondering what on earth was going on. Rather than engage herself in the argument, she stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe.

Remus’s hand searched for yours, entwining his fingers with yours as soon as he found it. You noticed your brother’s gaze fly towards the gesture, as if he feared a more nefarious action. But Remus was simply holding your hand, squeezing gently as if to say, ‘calm down, love.’

“(y/n), get away from him.” Your brother’s order hung in the air like a sword dangling above both your heads, waiting to see who would give in first. Your parents seemed to want to intervene, but you could tell they didn’t know what to do.

“No.”

“Excuse me?!”

“No, I won’t.” You felt like a defiant child arguing with a parent, but that didn’t matter to you. “He’s my husband and I love him. Werewolf or not.”

“It’s okay, darling,” Remus whispered to you, tone low enough that no one else could catch his words.

“What, are you threatening her now?” Your brother was clearly beyond seeing reason, too angry to think logically.

Remus was caught off guard by that accusation, and unfortunately for him, his split second’s hesitation was plain to see. “I merely told her it was okay, that she doesn’t need to fight for my honor.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I am not in the habit of lying. I am an honest man and am telling the truth.” There was a stark contrast between your brother’s wild accusations and Remus’s calm demeanor. You only hoped it would not simply pour more oil onto the fire.

“You’re a monster,” he finally spat, as if the words themselves were pure poison. “How do we know it’s not only a matter of time before you hurt (y/n)?”

That was a low blow and you all knew it. Your mother gasped, hand flying to her mouth in shock.

“I would never hurt her.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t, but what about the wolf?”

Neither of you could answer that, both fully aware he didn’t have that much control over his other half.

“Please excuse me,” Remus muttered, glancing at your parents before grabbing his coat and leaving the building.

“There. Look what you’ve done. That was low and we all know it,” you seethed.

“(y/n), he’s dangerous! He could kill you!”

“So what? So could any other wizard. So could you, or mom. So could Ada, if she were determined enough.” You crossed your arms as you reached deep inside yourself, attempting to maintain your composure.

“But you can trust we won’t.”

“What? I can trust the same of him. He wouldn’t hurt me, I trust him.”

“So you would trust a wolf not to attack?” Your brother took two steps forward, as if his subconscious wanted to intimidate you into losing the argument. Nice try. You weren’t easily intimidated.

“He’s not a wolf! He’s Remus. My husband.”

You saw the surprise on his face when you emphasized your relationship with Remus, and you took that opportunity to continue.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.” With that, you stalked out as well, waiting until you disappeared behind the hedge outside to run after Remus.

He probably heard you coming, because you found him standing around the corner, as if he were waiting. The look in his eyes told you he had probably fought with himself to decide whether or not to wait for you to catch up.

“Rem, please ignore what he said. I know it’s hard, but he’s spewing nonsense.”

“Love, are you scared of me?”

“No. Never.” He had barely gotten his words out before you replied, without a moment’s hesitation.

“Your family seems to think you should be.”

“Remus, it doesn’t matter what they think. I love you, and that’s what matters.”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He stepped closer to you, cradling your cheek gently, as if he were afraid you’d shatter like glass if he was just slightly too rough with you.

Leaning in slowly, he captured your lips with his in a sweet kiss. And that alone conveyed all he needed to say.

“I love you too.”

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Genie's Home Service (Jimin, One Night Only Anthology)

...GIRL. Once again, I’ve got a new favorite. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😉

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The cold breeze seeping in through the slightly open window made you shiver. The more time ticked away, the less your dinner looked appetizing. Still, though, you forced yourself to eat a few spoonfuls. You'd be needing energy later.

For the fifth time in two minutes, you checked your phone. There were two messages: one from your best friend Jian and the other from an unknown number. You clicked on Jian's message first.

[Jian: Sooo excited for you, girl!!! Just go with the flow and don't get too nervous. Trust him. He's a professional. Also, don't hesitate to contact me immediately if anything goes wrong, alright? Good luck and enjoy the night! 👻💦]

[You: Thanks, girl. Will you come home tonight?]

[Jian: No. I'll stay at my boyfriend's. Feel free to use every corner of the apartment except my room! Okay?]

[You: Got it. 😊]

[Jian: You're on your pills, correct?]

[You: Yes ma'am]

[Jian: Okay. Now stop texting and get ready!]

You checked the text from the unknown number next.

[*********: Good evening! This is Genie. I'm already here at the lobby. 😊 Wearing a dark blue shirt.]

Your heartbeat raced upon seeing the message. Even just the mention of his shirt color was already making you feel dizzy.

[You: Hi! I'll come down right away. 😊 Thanks!]

You recognized Genie as soon as you went down to the lobby. He was just sitting at the waiting area, using his phone. Aside from receiving his photos a few days ago, his sharp features and firm built made him naturally stand out from the others; picking him out from the crowd was not hard at all.

You walked towards him with light steps as if you didn't want to wake a wild animal up, but it was no use. Genie looked at you just as you were about to reach him. With a smile, he stood up. He must have recognized you with the photos that Jian sent. "Hey there."

"Genie, right?" You asked. He just nodded.

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist to record Genie's required information on the guest list. He listed his name as Park Jimin.

Is that your real name? You wanted to ask him, but you only mustered up the courage to actually do so when you rode the elevator.

"Is that your real name?" You asked. Genie just looked at you, puzzled. “Park Jimin, I mean. I peeked when you were writing. Sorry.”

Genie just chuckled. “Yeah, that’s my real name. And don’t apologize. That’s our little secret now.” He winked, making you catch your breath.

“Then, that’s what I’ll call you starting now.” You flashed a smile, hoping that it looked natural and definitely not nervous.

“Go ahead as you please.”

The two of you got off at the fourth floor and stopped at unit four hundred and seven. With sweaty hands, you stuck the key in the door knob and pushed it. In a while, I would be like this door knob. Filled in, you thought.

“Can I use the bathroom?” Jimin asked as he placed his black duffel bag on the sofa.

You nodded and pointed on the door beside the kitchen. “There.”

"Thanks!"

“I’ll be waiting in the bedroom with the yellow door.”

“It would be nice if you remove everything except your underwear.” You just looked at him upon hearing what he said. In return, he just smirked at you and proceeded to do his business.

Like what Jimin said, you took off everything except your bra and panty. You suddenly didn't like how your plain white bra looked, so you quickly threw it into the hamper and changed into a black underwire. Anxiety continuously grew upon seeing yourself in the body-sized mirror in front of the bed, but you didn’t think much about it and just trusted his words. He knows what he is doing, you reminded yourself.

You barely sat on the bed when Jimin entered the room. He was now wearing a plain black shirt and khaki shorts that almost looked like swimming trunks. Even though it was dim with only the lamp on, his bulge was clearly visible from where you were. His eyes scrutinized you from head to toe with an expression one would see at a predator looking at his prey. “So, shall we start?”

You just gave him a vulnerable smile and made room for him on the bed. Don't get too nervous, your head repeated in Jian's voice.

Jimin joined you on the bed with a mischievous smile. It was obvious that he's trying to hide his reaction but was incredibly failing. "I noticed that you're a little stiff. Would you mind if I massage you?"

"O-okay."

"Please lie on your stomach."

You did as Jimin said. He placed a bottle of massaging oil on your side table. Upon seeing that, you closed your eyes and let the situation sink in. What was about to happen didn't seem real. It's finally your turn to ride this scary and exciting roller coaster. Everything was unpredictable, and all you could do was enjoy the ride. Once it's finished, boom! You're a part of a whole new world. Nothing's the same again—for your body, at least.

"So, how did you become friends with Jian?" Jimin asked. His oily hands started to run freely through your back.

"University. You?"

"We're childhood friends."

"Oh, you must be very close then."

"We are. Jian's the type of friend anyone would want to have. She's just so accepting and open-minded even about my job."

"Mhmm."

He slowly slipped his hands under the clasp of your bra, making your breath tremble a little. "That's why when she opened up about you, I immediately agreed." You just chuckled, not knowing what to reply. For some reason, your cheeks heated up. It was definitely about what he said. "I heard from Jian that it's going to be your first time."

"Yeah," you replied.

This time, Jimin slipped his hands under the straps of your bra. Your nipples slightly hardened. You kept getting goosebumps every time it scratched against the bra cups

"May I ask why?"

"It's just that I think I've waited long enough. I'm not really confident about showing my body, especially when I was younger."

"Why? You're so beautiful. I was actually astounded a while ago. You look even better than your photos."

Your lips wanted to form a smile, but you stopped yourself. He's one of the best-looking people you have ever seen in your life too, and such a compliment from him means a lot. "Thanks," you just replied with a slight giggle.

Without a word, his hands once again slipped under the hook of your bra. "I can remove my bra if it's getting in the way," you said.

He was silent for a while but eventually replied, "got it."

When Jimin finally unclasped the hook, you pulled it from your chest and threw it on the floor. You were dead sure that he caught a glimpse of your breasts, including your hard, rosy nipples. He moved on to massage the sides of your breasts, as well as your underboob. Now, you felt your nipples reach to its hardest and biggest form. The touch of your sheets against them was slowly making you wet. "Haven't you tried to at least give a blowjob?"

"I have. A lot. But that was the farthest that I could go."

"Mhmm. How about using dating applications to set up one night stands? Why didn't you try?" He asked.

"I don't trust any of those men."

"So you trust me," he confirmed.

"Jian knows you. I trust her with everything."

You felt his nod. "Don't worry. I won't let you down." The two of you let out a giggle in unison with what he said. That was so cute of him, you thought.

"I'll proceed to your legs now." Jimin placed himself on top of you and started to massage your thighs all the way to your calfs. His rock-hard bulge was rubbing on your buttocks, making your stomach and breasts sweat. You felt your vagina release a huge amount of discharge. This made you feel a little nervous. What if he notices?

"You're so wet already, huh?" He teasingly said. Of course he would notice.

"You caught me."

Slowly, Jimin slid your panty off. He then went on to slide his hand from your asshole to your pussy. "Ah," you moaned with your hips slightly rising on its own.

"Can you sit down for me?" Wordlessly, you sat in front of him, legs apart. He took a glance at your bouncy breasts and pinkish pussy. "Beautiful."

You pointed at his shorts. "I want that out."

"Take it off for me, then," he said, kneeling in front of you.

Making sure his underwear was included, you gently pulled his shorts off, revealing his hard cock. It looked so angry and ready to fight. That's how you like it best. "Better," you said.

Jimin took the massaging oil and sprinkled a generous amount on your breasts. His hands ran from your chest to the stomach and pussy, spreading the oil all over your body. You let out a sigh as you tried to conceal the pleasure that was generating all over your body.

"Feels good?" He asked. You just nodded, looking him directly in the eyes.

He came back to your breasts and started to twist and pinch your nipples. You couldn't help but bite your lip and moan. "Fuck," you whispered, looking at the reflection of your breasts and Jimin's cock on the mirror. Your pussy throbbed so hard as it rushed to get more wet.

Jimin suddenly slid a hand down to your pussy and massaged your clit as soon as he touched it. Slowly, he bowed his head down to your breasts and started to lick your nipples.

"Just like that," you said, grabbing him by the thigh. "Oh, fuck. Please."

He gradually played faster with your clit, making your hips rise on its own and your discharge slowly drip from your pussy. "Yes, faster! Faster!" You yelled. In no time, his mouth was already sucking your breasts and he finally slid his middle finger inside you. "Mmm, yes, yes, yes!"

You stretched your vulva out as he slid his ring finger next. It hurt you for a short while, but it felt good as soon as he rocked his hand.

"Do you like that? Huh?" He asked, almost whispering under his breath.

"Mhmm," you replied, rocking your hips against his hand.

Jimin lifted his head to kiss you. Your tongues fought and your lips sucked each other. You could hear your discharge making a sound as he fingered you fast and deep.

"Oh, I think I'm going to squirt!" Before either of you could do anything about it, you already did. He slapped your pussy as your vagina uncontrollably let out everything you could. The squirting reached the lower part of the mirror.

Without a word, you took Jimin's cock and licked the head as you looked him in the eyes. Slowly, you stuck it in your mouth and sucked it like a lollipop. You made sure your tongue was on it, too. "Ah," he let out with his eyes closed. "You're good." He finally removed his shirt, revealing nothing but his bare body.

He placed his hand on your head and pushed it deeper. You then held his hips and pulled him closer. His cock has finally reached your throat. He slowly pulled your hair, making his juices flow down from your mouth.

Ultimately, he held your head and started to thrust in and out of your mouth. You sat there helplessly, getting facefucked. His cock was secreting so much discharge that you could already could swallow a great portion. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling himself out of your mouth. Discharge and saliva flowed out of your mouth once again. It looked like it could fill up a small perfume bottle.

You lathered your finger on the liquid and tasted it again. "Sweet."

"Pineapples, baby."

Jimin pushed you gently to the pillows and went right in front of you. As he was slowly inserting his cock inside your pussy, you stretched out your vulva once again. "This might hurt, but I'll be gentle."

"It's okay. You got me."

He finally inserted the head, and then the body—slowly. It started to feel a little sore, but you did your best to keep it in. He rocked his hips a little more, until his whole cock was already inside. The pain tinged a little greater than before, but it's manageable. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Fuck me," you replied.

As Jimin started to push and pull himself in you, he played with your nipples to lessen the pain. The head of his cock could be felt sliding inside. It felt so good that it might be your new favorite feeling. When your vagina seemed to have adjusted well, he gradually improved the pace.

Jimin pulled you closer and sucked your breasts. You started to massage your clit, matching his phase. Your eyes rolled up in pleasure. "Ah!" you moaned every time he pushed himself inside you.

Suddenly, his cock slid out of your vagina. "Shit," he said, wiping the sweat on his temples with his palms.

You crawled on the other side of the bed and bent over, showing your vagina and asshole to him. "I've always wanted to try getting fucked doggystyle."

With a naughty expression, he slid his cock into you and rock his body hard against you. "My favorite position," he said.

You could feel his cock better with this position and for some reason, it felt more pleasurable. He was hitting the right spot every time he pushed his cock into you. "Deeper, faster," you commanded, so he did as you said with a slap on your butt cheek. "Ah, fuck. Yes!"

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," he said, suddenly pulling himself out. You immediately turned around and saw him masturbate. It was the hottest thing you've ever seen.

You leaned in and put your face in front of his cock. Just in time, his fresh, hot cum splattered all over your face.

He leaned on the headboard, panting hard. His legs were spread out, exposing his smooth asshole. "It's still hard. Do you wanna?"

You nodded. "I think I can squirt again." You sat on his cock, your back facing him. "Shit," you whispered as he filled you up again.

You bounced on top of him as you played with your nipples. You could see him watching you on the mirror with a smirk. Upon seeing that, you spread your legs wide so the two of you could see everything.

Jimin hugged you from behind and billowed his body against you. His hard cock was widening your vagina in the most pleasurable way. Meanwhile, his hand made its way to your clit. You pulled his head closer and kissed him on the lips. "Oh, God. Harder," you commanded in between the kiss. The two of you increased your pace.

Finally, you could feel that your pussy was almost full. "I'm cumming!" A big squirt came out of you as soon as you said that. "Ah!" You yelled, your hips shaking.

"Yes, yes," Jimin seconded as he slapped his cock on your vagina.

Your body dropped on top of him when you finally let everything out. Your back could feel his heart beat.

"You're so perfect," he whispered on your ear in between his panting.

"And so are you."

[funtimebunnyblog]

How do you think the pillar men would react to a s/o who’s pretty innocent and a loveable ray of sunshine? Just the sweetest soul ever. Never having any ill intentions towards anyone ever, even if they’re mean to her. S/o has a lot of empathy and is just Disney princess level of kindness and nurturing. Sorry if that’s specific. I just always love the trope for couple that are opposites attract.

Did you mean: H O L L Y K U J O ???

Holly: Jotaro, make sure you eat all your vegetables 🥰 Jotaro: *is about to tell her to F*** off* All 4 of his new Pillarmen step-dads: 😡😡😡😡 Jotaro: *sweating* Yes Mom... 😰

I agree, dear Anon, I'm a bit of a sucker for big intimidating Pillarmen with a sweet little mate ❤❤❤ I'm even more of a sucker for writing it! 🥰😇😘 Please enjoy!

The Pillarmen (separate) with a sweet and nurturing s/o...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• From the moment he first met you, your kindness was baffling to Kars.

• Even before you two had begun a proper relationship, he took notice that you were always dotting on him.

• Sometimes when he was up in his study, spending hours at his desk as he worked away at piles of paperwork, you would pop in to check up on him every so often with a mug of tea for him in hand; brewed hot and black with no sugar, just the way he liked it.

• Somehow you just always knew what he liked and how he liked it.

• You often brung along a comfortable blanket to drape over his shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to his temple as you asked him if he needed anything else and encouraged him to take a break if and when he needed it.

• Nothing prompted you do do these things, he never once asked you for anything really, but it seemed as if you went out of your way to show a little kindness every time.

• Kars knew himself to be a cold creature but you were a person who made his frosty heart thaw with the warmth you radiated.

• As a man who considered nature precious life, he found himself admiring how unbelievably good you were with Animals.

• In fact, they just seemed to flock to you!

• Once, when you both went to an Animal shelter to look for a pet to adopt, Kars turned his back for only a minute and came back to find that you had somehow coaxed the meanest and mangiest old cat there into your lap.

• The shelter workers stood there absolutely gobsmacked as they watched the animal, that had scratched and hissed at and bitten anyone and everyone who had even dared to come near it, cuddling in your arms and purring like a kitten.

• "Aren't you just the sweetest thing?~" You giggled, lovingly running a hand on the cats bristly old fur as it rumbled contently, its purr was like a running motor. "What a pretty kitty you are!"

• Kars could only smile softly to himself as you both left the shelter that day with the mean old cat you were still lovingly cradling in your arms.

• He had to admit, even though he was thousands of years old and an Ultimate lifeform; you somehow felt like you were much higher above him, like a benevolent and virtuous Queen.

Esidisi:

• Your sweet and motherly nature was the very first thing to make Esidisi absolutely head over heals for you.

• There were times you made his heart swell to the point of it hurting when he watched you waltz around the house, singing a happy tune as you did chores or cooked.

• Even though you knew he didn't necessarily need to eat, you always questioned if he was hungry and offered to make him food.

• And it was always delicious homemade food at that!

• You absolutely brought life to every room you passed through and it pulsed through everything you made.

• It was as if everything you touched left behind a little magic in his eyes.

• Once, when you two were still in the stages of getting to know one another, you happened to witness him have one of his crying fits for the first time.

• Esidisi had been very stressed that day and of course, it all overwhelmed him and came out in a flood of tears.

• Immediately, you dropped the laundry you were folding the second you heard him start to sob from the other room and ran to see what was going on.

• "Oh my goodness, what happened?" You questioned, coming towards him quickly.

• Even through his barrage of tears, he didn't miss the genuine concern in your voice and the worry etched into your face as you lowered yourself on your knees in front of him, taking his tearstreaked face gently into your hands.

• "Do you need a hug? We can hug!" You told him, opening your arms to him with no hesitation whatsoever as he struggled to get an explanation out through his bawling.

• The way you rubbed his back, crooning for him to take deep breaths, was something that would stay with him forever as usually people tended to just stand back and gawk at him when he was having a meltdown.

• You hardly even knew him and there you were, comforting him and letting him cry all over you as if you had known him your whole life!

• Each time he spent his evenings with his arms wrapped around you as you cooked supper, both of you singing, he was honestly starting to think he had fallen in love with a Goddess in disguise.

Wamuu:

• You were the only person in the world who could make Wamuu, the greatest and fiercest warrior who ever lived, turn into a shy and blushing mess.

• The way you gently touched his arm and smiled up into his face as you spoke to him, asking him if he was hungry or tired after a long day of training, never failed to make this hardened Pillarman turn to mush.

• Your voice was like music to his ears, as if your words always held a secret song.

• When you did things for him, no matter how small on your part, he could always tell it was done purely out of love.

• "I thought you would get cold going out this time of year, so I made you a scarf and mittens!" You said with a smile, presenting him with the hand-knitted treasures one cold winters day when he was getting ready to leave the house.

• Wamuu was never a person to wear clothes at all. In fact, he would never be cold or hot or uncomfortable in any climate in the slightest being an Ultimate lifeform.

• But still, he stared at the folded scarf and mitts with wide eyes, holding them in his hands like one would a baby bird.

• He had seen you knitting on the couch these past few nights, smiling softly to yourself as you hummed and put love in every stitch. He had honestly thought nothing of it at the time but now it all made sense.

• You had spent all your free time making these... just for him?

• From that moment on, whenever he and the other Pillarmen went outside in the snow (doing God-knows-what), you can bet that he was wearing that scarf and mittens.

• With nothing else but his loincloth, of course.

• When the others questioned him as to why he was wearing such ridiculous attire when he had no need for them, he simply stood there with his head held high; his scarf swaying in the wind as he clenched his mittened hands into fists at his sides.

• "With all due respect my Masters; my beloved bride made these for me." He said calmly, the corners of his lips quirking into a soft smile as their expressions morphed into ones of disbelief. "And believe me when I say that I cherish them as much as I cherish her."

• The warrior actually felt a little boost in his pride seeing the little gleam of jealousy in his companions' eyes at his words.

• It only fed his little ego more when he showed up one day with a new knitted hat with a fuzzy pom-pom on top and Esidisi actually cried and asked if you could make one for him too.

Santana:

• Santana had always rightfully believed that all Humans were the same; loud, annoying, primitive, cruel, dangerous...

• That was until he fell in love with you of course.

• You were a kind of Human he wasn't aware existed, a very soft and loving kind.

• You just seemed to radiate feelings that touched his very soul; like a bouncy ball of sunshine.

• If anyone had ever done something even borderline disrespectful to Santana, he wouldn't put hesitate them in their rightful place (in his stomach that was) but you on the other hand; you always brushed any rude behavior from another off with a smile.

• Always curious, Santana often found himself hanging around in the background, watching you carry out your housework routine.

• You didn't mind this of course, you always assured him that you liked his company.

• Sometimes you even lovingly referred to him as your shadow.

• "Would you like to help, Santana sweetie?" You asked him with a smile as you peered over your shoulder; you were rolling out and cutting homemade cookie dough to bake.

• He noticed you were always so patient, praising him for the littlest things; guiding his hands with the rolling pin, showing him how to flour the cutter and carefully peel away the outline of the shapes.

• "A star for my star," you beamed, holding up a warm star shaped sugar cookie for him to take when you had pulled them from the oven.

• He blinked as you waved the freshly baked cookie in his face, taking it carefully.

• A little smile curled around the pastry when you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, thanking him for his help.

• You and only you could make him feel tingles from the insides out.

• One of his most favourite routines with you was when you sat on the couch on your phone or watching T.V at night; where you'd invite him to lay his head in your lap.

• Your melodic voice could only be compared to a Princess', your little fingers combing out the tangles of his thick red hair as you hummed to him or talked to him about his day before he was lulled to sleep by it all.

• Your sweetness, your warmth, your empathy; it gave him a hope for Humanity he never had before he met you...

[mayonakano-archive]

leeeeeoooooj, my meowtual, my friend, i have no clue how familiar you are with pinocchiop (classic guy, famous guy), but as a Professional Vocaloid-Music Connoisseur i diagnose you with pinocchiop-core like if you were to take a quiz made by me titled Answer These Personality Questions and I'll Assign You a Vocaloid Producer, you would get pinocchiop

theyre all bouncy/light/pretty sounding melancholias (that i know of, at least. i haven't ever heard a pinocchiop song written without a sad undertone but i haven't heard every pinocchiop song...) BUT ANYWAY my recommendation today is the first song of his i caught on the release date, it was a nice day! loveit which got super popular when it came out but i havent really seen it around since so???????? idk how likely it is that youve seen it like absolute 0 idea

the pv is extremely cool because of course it is and also it got me super into carrots. not really a vegetable person, did not give a single fuck about carrots until this one dropped i love them now though

oh! pinocchioP!! i do know a few of his songs cause they got into sekai <3 (didn't he do Cosmospice, too?) but. yes. i have listened to a few of his songs!!! not this one though <3

oh my god this song though? its??? the whole rabbit theme?? pyon pyon and all that but. the. the bit with the wings??? that just. captivated me entirely idk why. it was. so bouncy and cute and catchy but also so sad underneath and like !!!!!!!!

the PV is. SO good. so good. the animation. the everything. ough. i think this is my favorite of everything you've sent so far. it's!! so good. carrots are already my favorite veggie <- regularly eats carrots sticks so like. 10/10.