#i will answer the rest of the asks eventually

[lazysoulwriter]

the wrong time of us - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you. ♡ content: Pedro x actress!reader, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers, past unrequited love, she's dating someone else, jealousy, shifting dynamics, Oscar Isaac is the honorary best friend, mutual pining, emotional tension, fanship turned real, angsty fluff with glimmers of hope.

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You met Pedro in the kind of cramped, underfunded theater that no longer exists in Manhattan—back in 2005, when you were just an actress with rent due and a highlighter-stained script clutched in your hands. Pedro had a crooked smile and a voice that stuck to your skin. Oscar was always late, and always carried snacks.

The three of you were inseparable from the beginning. Rehearsals bled into late-night dinners. He shared his hoodie. You shared your fries. Oscar became family, and Pedro—well.

Pedro became everything.

You were twenty-something and naïve enough to believe that something that good couldn’t possibly be just friendship. You thought the way he looked at you meant something. That the way he let you fall asleep on his chest during those early, exhausted subway rides was a sign.

But Pedro never kissed you. Never flirted. Never hinted at more. So eventually, you forced yourself to believe him.

And god, you tried so hard to un-feel him.

You dated other people. You found success. You traveled. But nothing, no one, ever quite compared. You told yourself it was just nostalgia. That what you had with him was safe—a once-in-a-lifetime kind of friendship. Something purer than love.

Then came 2024.

You started seeing someone new. A writer. Charming. Kind. He says all the right things and listens when you talk. You’re trying. Really trying. Because he’s not Pedro, and maybe that’s the point. Maybe that’s what makes it work.

But Pedro’s… different lately.

He lingers in doorways when you say goodbye. Calls you baby more often, but his voice always dips lower when he does. He doesn’t talk about your boyfriend, even though Oscar brings him up all the time. And when the three of you go out, Pedro barely touches his drink.

“You’re being weird,” you told him last month, during a rooftop party in Silver Lake. “Since when do you care who I date?”

His answer was a tight smile and a soft shrug. Since always, it meant. But he didn't say it.

The truth hangs between you in every room now, unspoken but obvious.

And god, it hurts.

Because you spent years trying to unlearn your love for him. You buried it in your twenties, convinced it wasn’t mutual. You told yourself he saw you like a sister, a co-conspirator, his partner-in-crime. The internet noticed what you couldn’t let yourself believe: that the way he looked at you was not friendly.

“You and Pedro are soulmates,” a fan tweeted last week, under a photo of you two at a red carpet. You were laughing, his hand at the small of your back, eyes locked on yours like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

You didn’t retweet it. But you didn’t disagree either.

Oscar notices before you do. “You’re gonna break your own heart trying to make this fair,” he says one night, leaning against your kitchen counter with a beer in hand. “Just ask yourself what you want, really.”

You don’t answer. Not yet.

Because there’s too much history here. Too many years. Too many almosts. And maybe—just maybe—Pedro’s ready now. But are you?

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[lotties-ashwagandha]

THE JEALOUSY GAME

(adult) lottie matthews x fem!reader.

NSFW! 1.4k words. when the yellowjackets visit the wellness center and van starts flirting with you, lottie absolutely does not get jealous and absolutely does not make you prove your loyalty (I’m a liar that’s exactly what happens). requested by @ludasgf I love you!!!

While you wash your hands after doing the lunch dishes, Lottie stands back against the counter, looking over notes for a new wellness plan and watching you intensely every time you look away and she thinks you won’t notice.

She’s been off this afternoon, different, and so far you haven’t asked her about it. You don’t want to push her — she will talk when she’s ready, especially if it’s something serious.

Even so, you wish you knew what was bothering her — especially because she’s been acting so furious. She has been brisk with you, with Lisa, with everyone apart from her followers.

It’s a guessing game at first where you’re not sure if she’s mad at you or at the world or at herself or at the mailman’s neighbor’s boss, and it’s put you on edge. You wait, looking back at her every couple of moments over your shoulder, until finally she turns and meets your gaze.

She studies you. “What was Van saying to you earlier?”

You relax a little bit. You get it, now. It takes you a moment to answer, because while you did nothing wrong, ‘another woman was flirting with me’ still sounds inherently incriminating to a jealous spouse. “We were catching up. She was asking me about the wellness center, about the classes. Shauna, Misty, Tai, they’ve all been curious about what we’ve built here since they came.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” you nod. “Why? What else were you thinking?”

She shrugs. “Van was looking at you…”

“She was looking at me,” you repeat blankly, because you know it will make it worse in all of the ways you want. When Lottie gets jealous, there are two ways it goes: she completely shuts down for a few days and goes into an unassailable depression, or she spends the same amount of time showing you again and again that you’re hers. You know which one you prefer, so you’ll try to provoke it.

“Don’t do that,” she steps closer. “Don’t repeat it like that. She was looking at you like she wanted you.”

“She was just being friendly.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “she wasn’t. And you know it.”

You step closer. “It doesn���t matter how she was looking at me, I don’t want her. I want you.”

Lottie doesn’t soften. She just watches, and eventually she sighs.

You take her hands in yours, looking up at her, running the pads of your thumbs over her knuckles. “Talk to me.”

She hums in disapproval, pulling her hands away. “I don’t feel like it.”

You’re a bit taken aback. You don’t know what angle she’s trying to take, where this is going, because usually when you approach her with such softness she reciprocates it.

She takes a step forward, so close to you that you take a step back to keep your footing and your lower back presses against the kitchen counter. Lottie comes close again, one hand resting on your hip and the other coming up to trace from the hollow of your neck to the edge of your jaw. She speaks in a factual tone. “She was all over you today.”

You nod. You pull her a bit closer, run one of your hands through her hair and meet the intensity of her gaze with yours.

Lottie kisses you, and there’s nothing domestic in it. It’s possessive, claiming you and setting something burning deeply under your skin, a need for her that feels vital. Then she dips her head down to your neck, sucking and nipping enough that you can already imagine the marks she’ll leave. And the bruises, while on your skin, are not for you. They are for Van, for anyone and everyone else at the wellness center to see and know that you’re spoken for.

“She knows you’re mine,” Lottie slips her hands just slightly under your shirt, touch ghosting over your waist. She shifts to look into your eyes again. “Do you?”

“Of course,” you say immediately. You start to squirm under her touch, under how she looks at you so hungrily. “You know I do.”

Lottie steps back. She watches you intently. “Then show me.”

You close the distance and kiss her again, more desperately this time. She tugs you closer, pulling off your top and discarding it on the floor somewhere beside you. You reach for the zipper of her dress, fumbling with it while distracted by her, until she reaches back and pulls it down for you and her dress slides to the floor and she kicks it away.

She makes a disapproving sound when you move away, and then she realizes what you want when you back her up against the kitchen island and hoist her up onto it. She kisses you again and pulls you to stand between her knees, gasping when you break away to spread kisses from the corner of her jaw down to her chest, savoring the warmth of her skin and subtle hints of the floral perfume that you watched her put on this morning. One of her hands runs through your hair gently, a gesture that still carries comfort and reminds you she’s not really pissed at you, this is just a game — but it’s one that she will win.

When you look up at her, you still see the same possessiveness. With a hand in your hair she guides you further down and you take one of her nipples into your mouth, running a thumb over the other and moaning softly against her skin when she gasps at the contact.

“Good girl,” she praises. “You only need me, don’t you?”

You hum in confirmation, running your tongue flat against her.

“How badly?”

You lift your head to answer but instead she grabs your wrist and guides your hand between her legs.

She meets your eyes and repeats her earlier instructions. “Show me.”

With her hand still on your wrist you dip a finger into her wetness, sliding lazily over her and pausing at her clit just for the impatient sigh you know she’ll give you. You’ve done this enough to know what you can get from her and how, and every gasp and moan and sigh you evoke is more satisfying than the last.

Lottie’s grip on your wrist tightens when you start circling her clit. You try to keep a pace that’s slow and teasing, but it’s an effort you quickly abandon. As much as you’d like to try to prolong this your only concern now is her, how her thighs press against your sides and she meets your eyes with such possessiveness that it’s dizzying.

“More,” she demands, breathless, shifting a little as she tries to chase more pressure. “Fuck, I need more.”

You want to drive her to the same sense of pleasure-induced insanity that she usually drives you to. You want to use all of her tricks back on her, say something mildly bitchy like ‘say please!’ — but all of that fades when you catch that gleam in her eye and you are reminded that your place is to serve and not to dominate. Lottie still has control, and you have to do well for her.

You slide a finger into her, and then a second, a moan slipping past your own lips as you keep going. She huffs out a laugh, one that’s condescending, but then it morphs into a sort of groan as you hit deeper. “Good… keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

You shift in your stance, feeling your own arousal so intensely it’s almost painful. You kiss her, you kiss every inch of her that you can until she grabs you by the neck and immediately you meet her eyes.

“You’re mine,” Lottie states shakily. Already, she’s close. “Say it for me.”

“Yours,” you confirm. “I’m yours.”

You feel her tense, grip on your wrist so tight your hand is nearly numb as you work her through release, whispering the same praises to her that she usually repeats for you, reminders that you’re hers and that you could never wish for anyone else. And when it’s washed over her completely, when she relaxes and you pull away your hand, you pull her into your arms to rest. She leans her head down on your shoulder for a second, taking a deep breath.

You run a hand softly over her back. “Are you okay?”

She nods against the crook of your neck. Then she lifts her head and kisses you slowly, domestically. There’s not the heat of lust in it but fragility instead. She smiles softly when you pull away. “You did so well,” Lottie praises. Then her expression turns serious. “I meant it, though. Fuck Van. You’re mine.”

“I know.”

Satisfied, she nods. She stretches her neck and back and then looks down at the surface beneath her. “These counters are going to be awful to clean.”

not my best work bc I have the shits from spoiled oat milk but whatever.

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[alicentsgf]

looking at the ways in which the characters in Yellowjackets try to embody the people they've lost. aka wearing their clothes. mimicking their personalities or roles. i think its worth saying lottie was the first to do this, and not just in wearing laura lees dress. when laura lee dies, lottie takes on the same form of faith-based suicidal ideation laura lee displayed.

reminds me of a story my nana used to tell me about when she was a little girl growing up in a very catholic corner of tyneside during wwii. her neighbour, who had lost both her sons in the fighting, wouldnt evacuate her home during the bombing raids. claiming it was 'gods will' if she died. eventually one night her house was leveled by bombs. and she did die. unfortunately so did her own daughter and a number of the neighbours, including my great grandfather - they died trying to convince her to join them in the bomb shelter. faith-based suicidal ideation often works this way. you cant ask or plan for death, suicide is sinful, so you have to lean into dangerous circumstances that allow you to pretend you were never truly seeking death at all. you were just seeking an answer. but, to quote john fowles (who we know at least somewhat inspired yellowjackets with his books), "an answer is always a form of death". as we know, people with faith often end up putting others in harms way in search of their "answers". as lottie does.

lottie saw that desire to die in laura lee. i think thats what her forseeing both of their deaths during the baptism is really about. because that was the moment their deaths became intrinsically linked. as sure as cause and effect. lotties search for death began the moment laura lee died, and she takes the same path to it - death through faith. even knowing what happened to jackie, lottie cuts herself and allows herself to pass out in the snow. if mari and akilah hadnt found her she would have died that night. she seeks out shauna at her angriest, and asks her to hurt her. and it nearly kills her. its why she then encourages the violence further. incorporates the hunt into her belief system, when originally she was horrifed by it. every time the cards are drawn, she looks disappointed not to be chosen. she seeks out callie, the girl who shot her, a girl she sees the potential for incredible violence in. she even sets out the candles ready, leads callie to the top of the basement stairs, antagonizes her. and when shes finally pushed, she smiles. its the same as what laura lee did. throwing herself headfirst into the shallow end of a pool. choosing to try and fly a plane that was so clearly deteriorated.

when lottie has her vision in the snow she tells laura lee "i dont want to leave you". its a veiled but fairly direct way of voicing that she doesnt want to live. that she values laura lee more. so its no wonder she spends the whole rest of her life chasing death. for lottie, her connection to faith is laura lee and therefore to reach for death/laura lee/faith is all one and the same. they are her own personal holy trinity. its why she sees laura lee at the moment travis dies. he was trying to do the exact same thing - to reach out and touch death, supposedly leave it all in the hands of a higher power (the wilderness' hands. lotties hands. its the same thing. they are the wilderness and it is them), all whilst denying his active choice to die. its why the moment lottie sees laura lee in that scene contains a quick flash of lotties swollen bloody face after shauna beats her almost to death. it would be the first time lottie deliberately invoked violence in her pursuit of death/laura lee/faith.

but its also perhaps why that version of laura lee is decaying and screaming at lottie as travis dies. just like she yelled at lottie to leave. to go get warm. when lottie was passed out in the snow. deep down lottie knows this is not what laura lee would have wanted for her, for any of them. what lottie puts her faith in isnt laura lee anymore, but some rotting, demonic imitation of her. its too late though, the compulsion to chase death is too deeply imbedded. to lottie, its the only way she can reach laura lee, and in doing so reach the comfort and security in faith that she offered. ultimately just searching for somewhere she feels safe after a lifetime of being misunderstood and alienated in her illness.

[mottysith]

"May you never forget me" First chapter

Song inspired title: May you never forget me by Temachii

Platonic! Dad!burning spice x Teenager!reader

Platonic! All x Teenager!reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were the offspring of the saviour of change, having to watch how your life was quickly destroyed by the now beasts, you choosed to be different from your father.

Warnings: fluff, eventual angst, mayor character death, no beta read

Sorry for bad english, it isn't my natal language.

Word count: 6,9 k

You were the offspring of the saviour of change, Warming spice cookie.

You adored him with all your heart, since he was the light of your existence. Being baked in his shape by the witches in his request.

You were cooked by one of the most powerful witch, in where she used the finest ingredients for your dough and let it rest for 12 days until finally cooking you in the oven. When you were finally baked, she gave you to warming spice cookie as a baby to be taken care of.

From your earlier years you were very adored by him, being dotted at all hours of the day just for doing the simplest achievement.

You also were a lovely child, helping the cookies around you who were in a rush. Making you receive the praise of them, which you adored and always looked foward to.

From time to time, your father would tell you that you were going to be the Highness of the kingdom one day in the future, which always got you excited. You even made your own carboard crown so you could play to be the ruler with other cookies.

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You were seated in front of your father, in the wooden table in front of you there were a lot of papers which your dad was reading attentively. You were swinging your legs in boredom, and your child-like curiosity made you wonder.

"What are you doing?" You asked innocently enough, looking awaitingly at your father who was now looking at you.

"I'm just reading reports about how our kingdom is doing my dear" He explained to you steadily.

"Our? Will it be mine someday?" You looked at him.

"Of course my spice, when you get older enough to completely understand my work and I get tired all this kingdom will be yours to reign" He said softly.

You excitedly stated loudly "Im going to be a Monarch!" While getting up from your chair to jump around the room, your father yous laughed to himself as he continued to read the kingdom's report.

———

You always wondered a lot about the things you didn't know as a child, following your dad wherever he went like a little duckling asking all the questions that only a child could have 'why is the sky blue' 'Why do cookies exist' and a lot more, which he always answered with what he knew. Sometimes laughing at the most dumbest ones and other times thinking for a few minutes before giving the best answer he could have thought of.

Warming spice cookie in his free time made you train with him, you didn't really like it but you did so anyway.

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You were in the training room with your dad, you both were friendly fighting so you could level up your skills, yet something is clear, you were miserably failing.

You fell to the ground for the tenth time now, really exhausted. "Come on my spice" your dad said to you. "You have to keep training so you can become as strong and powerful as I am" You got up from your fall and grabbed the wooden sword once more, holding it towards him.

"I'm ready for another round!" You stated loud and clear.

"That's the spirit!"

———

Sometimes he left you in the hands of other saviour to take care of you, it was never a problem since they adored you and you loved them back.

Sparkling sugar cookie, the virtue of happines, she let you play in her paradise with other cookies around your age. Her personality was sweet like sugar and everytime you felt sad she would sing a song while playing tunes in her harp so you could calm down.

———

You were playing tag with another cookie, while you were running around the big playground in the paradise when you suddenly slipped on a branch, falling to the ground and scrapping your knee.

Your first instic was to cry loudly, which made Sparkling Sugar hurry to your side the second she heard your cries to try to calm you down.

"Don't worry sweetie, is just a rash, nothing serious" her calm words of reassurance didn't stop your sobs. "It hurts" You sobbed, Sparkling sugar seemed panicky then she remembered something "Hey, I just know what will make you feel better my sugar!" She grabbed her harp to start playing with it as she hummed a soothing song.

It was so mesmerizing that you stopped crying just to look at hear her singing, the tunes were hypnoticing and her voice was angelic, sparkling sugar smiled at that.

"Don't worry about that okey? I will take you to the infirmary to get that all patched up so you can feel better and play again" She said calmly to you as she still played the harp, the tunes being hypnoticing. "I would like to" You murmured, your voice still weak from before, yet you didn't feel sad anymore, you felt calm, serene.

———

Blueberry milk cookie, the virtue of knowledge, he was the owner of the spire of truth, where a very big library was always open for the public. He usually just looked over you making sure you didn't do anything dangerous or stupid as he worked around, telling you stories from time to time and showing you the greates books you ever had the fortune of reading.

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"Another history!! Please?" You asked him with puppy eyes as you, blueberry milk just sighed "okay, just one more" "yay!" You started bouncing from one feet to another as he looked around the library, looking for a certain book to show you while you followed him from behind, your excitement showing trough your movements.

"I just know what you would like" he said, grabbing one of the book placed in one of the highest bookcase shelf.

He sat on the floor, motioning you to sit next to him, Which you did withouth thinking twice.

"Have you wondered about how the story of earthbread began?" He asked you while opening the book, you nodded at his words.

"I supposed, you always have been such a smart and curious cookie, my little genious" He praised you while he looked through the pages, which made you believe that you were even smarter than you actually were for a moment.

"Well, let's see" He said as he adjusted his glasses " The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling. When the World of Desserts was at its infancy. The Witches baked five Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.

The five Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the great creators-"

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Platinum salt cookie, the virtue of solidarity, they were a knight who never let anyone down, usually when you were with them he teached you forms of how to fight. And they sometimes let you held their shining platinum sword. Which you absolutely loved.

———

You were watching Platinum salt cookie ad they fighted with that shinny sword, you always wondered, how it would be to hold it?

You got close to them, platinum salt stopping in their movements so they couldn't hurt you.

"What are you-?" They said as you touched the handle sword they were helding, while staying completely still. "I like swords, they look shiny"

Silver salt stayed silent for a moment before speaking again. "Have you ever thought of becoming a knight?" They asked you, you looked up to them, stopping holding the sword to start playing with your fingers "yes, no? I don't know, knights are cool" your answer made silver salt laugh.

"Don't worry my little knight, you will know your path when you get older and maybe we could train together someday." They said to you, which left you a little excited for the future.

———

And lastly Divine flour cookie, the virtue of volition, she was the founder of the Ivory pagoda, where a lot lf cookies went to wish their desires. You usually helped around the temple when you were with her.

———

You were sweeping with a broom every dirt you saw on the floors of the Ivory pagoda, which was very clean usually yet someone spilled some water on the floor and you knew how much responsabilities Divine flour has so you decided to clean it yourself.

While sweeping a figure came towards you from behind, you would have been startled yet you knew it was divine flour, her presence can be felt from miles away and you being close to her made you recognize her from far away.

"You don't have to do that my child" She stated calmly, insisting that you stop. "But I want to, this place is special" You insisted, making sure the floor was all clean.

"Why is this place special then my dear?" She asked calmly, wanting to hear your answer.

"Because you are here" The answer surprised her, making her smile warmling at you.

———

No matter how lovely a child is, they grow. Changing their habits and starting to act and look diferent and more mature, thats what happened to you.

You had grown up into a teenager, you were still very nice though your curious part of you has change into precation and maturity.

Currently you were in the spire of truth, reading a book in one of the many seats of the library, calmy looking through all the pages, a sense of calm and serenity washing all over you.

A smaller cookie approached you, looking at you curiosingly and doubt.

"Do you know where the child sector is?" The cookie asked, you just smiled at them.

"Yes, I do. Follow me" You got up from your chair, starting to walk towards the kids section while making sure the younger cookie didn't get lost.

You knew this place like the palm of your hand, having been here since you were a child made you know all the things in here and a lot of books in the place.

A few walks away and you two arrived. "Here we are, there are a lot of books. So make sure to not get too confused while choosing!" You said jokingly with a warm smile in your face watching as the small cookie got lost in the hundreds of book shelfs that were there.

Someone from behind you touched your shoulders, startling you and making you watch behind. "Blueberry milk cookie, don't scare me like that!" You exclaimed surprised, yet you didn't seem annoyed.

"Ah, that wasn't my intention to scare you" The saviour of knowledge stated to you, as calm as he always was, you wondered if he ever lost his composure.

Your thoughts were interrupted with his voice. "I saw how you helped that child, you know you don't have to do that right? It's my job" he commented to you.

You quickly answered "You work a lot around here, and it doesn't take a lot for me to help a bit. Also, the cookie came for help to me first. It's not polite to refuse to help them" You said calmly.

Blueberry milk cookie laughed at your answer. "You never change." He exclaimed with a smile. That phrase builded a questions in you. "What do you mean with that?"

He looked at you "Ever since you were a small cookie you helped around. I'm surprised you don't notice how helpful you are" He laughed a bit. Looking away at one of the windows.

"Warming spice is very strong and smart, yet when he first got you, you were very curious and It sometimes overwhelmed him so he usually left you here with me so I could take care of all your wonders, so I do know very well. I still can't believe how much you have grown since then" Blueberry milk looked at you warmly once again.

"Come on! Don't say that. You, the virtue of knowledge should know that cookies grow." You said, a little embarrased like if he was your parent showing you silly pictures of your childhood.

"I do" he said calmly. "I do very well, Spicy reader cookie" He looked away. This time not looking back at you.

"I have matters to do around here still, I guess the others would love to see you." Blueberry milk cookie said to you as a goodbye. Taking you off guard by how fast he left.

But you thought, he was right, you should visit one of the other saviour. Like divine flour cookie, she would love to see you.

You quickly went to find her in the ivory padora, the thousand stairs made you suffer but you didn't mind it that much since she was always there in the ivory pagoda if you were honest. Very few times you have seen her outside of that place.

You entered the holy place, finding a long line of cookies waiting to get their wishes fullfiled. Of course, this was what this place was all about.

Thankfully, due to knowing divine flour personally and usually helping around instead of praying for a wish you could enter withouth waiting in line.

You skipped through the cookies, most of them knew that you were here to help yet you sometimes heard a cookie mad for you skipping, how rude.

At the end of the line, there you saw her. Divine flour cookie. You quickly went to hug her. "Hello, my dear" She greeted you with serenity, yet you could sense her smile in her words, she started talking again "Why are you here my dear?" She asked curious. "I just wanted to see you" You stated calmly. "And to see if you needed help with anything." You added.

She seemed to be thinking about something for a moment before speaking once more. "You could see if the people from the praying rooms need something" She said to you "right away!"

———

A new kingdom has appeared, of course, thousands of new kingdoms appear everyday yet there is something new and especial about every single one of them that made you want to explore them.

You went to search for your dad, which was sitting on his throne. "Dad!" You called out to him. "Yes, my spice?" "There is a new kingdom, can we go see it?" You asked, your voice showing your exciment. "It's the third time this week" "but it is a new one!" Your dad sighed, seeming defeated. "Fine, I'll go with you" "yay!"

You both spent the next hours exploring the new kingdom you talked about, usually you both just looked through the markets but this time you both sat in a bench in front of a lake.

"Spicy reader cookie" "mm?" You looked at your father, yet he was staring straight to the lake.

"I'm proud of you" warming spice cookie stated out of the blue. "Of the cookie you have becomed, I mean" he added, you stayed silent, admiring the lake in front if you.

———

You were sitting in your bed while reading some newspaper as you hummed the song sparkling sugar teached you.

Lately your dad has been strange, everytime there is a new kingdom he doesn't accompany you to see it as he usually did before, but it doesn't matter, he must be tired and busy. He is a saviour after all. You just wished he would be free at least once, so you both could spent some bonding time.

Warming spice cookie has also been a lot more irritable, getting angry really easily and screaming at the servants and knights of the kingdom a lot. But you can only guess that he is stressed.

———

You walked through the halls of the palace you lived in, looking for your father in all places, just to find him in where you least expected him, in his throne.

You holded the door of the entrance with doubt, why was he here? He haves things to do. After all he is the light of change and the king in charge of this kingdom.

"Dad?" You called out to him as you approached him, he focused all of his attention on you. "There is a new kingdom, on the southern part actually, would you like to visit it with me? I heard they have pretty tasty food" You asked him, putting the best smile you could on your face to try to convince him.

"No" was the word that left his lips, it sounded cold, cruel. It left you in a state of confusion, did something happen that you didn't notice? "Uh, why not?" You said out loud, more of a wonder for you than a question yet he answered it. "I am busy, just go alone" warming spice cookie layed his head in his arms while showing a face of completely boredom.

It confused you even more. "But you aren't doing anything" You stated. Your words seemed to infuriate him. "Do you question what I do?" He snapped, you backed away out of surprise. "Me, your father? The light of change!" He got up from his throne to scream at you, making you squeal a little. "I... No! I just wondered..." You tried to say yet it came out as a mumble. With your hand you were hugging your form, as if that protected you in someway.

He got dead quiet at your answer, just to sit back at his throne like nothing happened. "Do whatever you want" He grumbled, his bored expression came back to his face. You quickly left the place to run back to your room, a little shaken up from the situation. Maybe he had a bad day. He seemed really mad after all, thats it...

Closing the door of your bedroom behind you, you threw yourself onto the bed. Hugging one of the pillows for comfort as you started sobbing. You wished that sparkling sugar was there, so she could play with her harp to calm you down.

You tried to hum the song she sings to you when you are sad, yet from your lips it only sounded like incoherent sobs.

———

You decided to go back to the spire of truth, this time mostly to see blueberry milk cookie since you needed advice.

Walking trough the doors into the big library you saw a lot of new books that you never saw before. 'This is interesting, change of plans' you thought as you got lost in the many halls of the library, opening the first book that catched your eye 'historic facts, hmm, this book might be entertaining!' You thought to yourself yet your expectation dropped when you found out that a lot of the facts in the book were, if not all, fake.

You should tell blueberry milk about this! He is surely overworked so he let a lot of these type of errors slip. You quickly went to search for him and tell him about the big error he let pass.

You found him in his counter as usual, he was sitting backwards, watching the big window that lead to the kingdom.

You interrumpted his calmness "hey, blueberry milk cookie?" He turned around to start looking at you. "Yes, my little lamb?" He said, with a wide smile.

"I found some books that have wrong imformation, that the entire thing is false." You informed him, just to receive a laugh in response.

"Oh, about that! I know about it, don't worry about it!" He explained to you as if that did it any better. "But, there are a lot of those" you tried to reason with him.

"Just leave it that way, a little lie doesn't hurt anybody " You felt your throath closen, yet you couldn't say anything really, he was the light of knowledge while you were the offspring of the light of change. Blueberry milk just knows better. "Fine, I guess..."

You left his counter withouth saying goodbye, too shocked to really say anything. But you guess he is right. Maybe by tomorrow he will go back to his senses and change all that nonsense.

———

Considering how down you have been feeling lately, you decided to visit sparkling sugar cookie, she doesn't really haves the best advice but she really knows how to calm you down.

Entering her paradise, you found a lot of the cookies looked all happy, but in a stramgely unnerving way. All having the same sense of satisfaction 'why is everybody looking like they ate too much candy' you thought to yourself. It doesn't matter really, maybe a big event that you wasn't aware of happened and now everybody is happy for that.

After a bit of looking, you found the person you were looking for. "Sparkling sugar cookie!" You called out to her, she looked at you with her bright pink eyes. Have them always been this bright?

"My sweetie!" She gushed, going to your side. "It's been soo long since I last saw you my swetie" She stated.

"I know, I'm sorry" you apologized. "I have been very worried lately, that's why I came here to see you, since you know. The harp and your voice" "Aw, thats soo sweet! But right now I'm a little lazy to sing but I can play some tunes for you if you want" she said to you with her voice sweet like sugar. To it seemed a little bit more deeper than last time you saw her, different from what you remember.

"Sure, I would like to" At your answer she made you both sit at one of the benches as she started to play the harp. It was mesmerizing, yet when you looked away from the harp and into Sparkling sugar something about her appearance was off, yet you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Suddenly, you started to feel really happy, like you haven't had any of the worries you have had for the last couple of days. Which was strange since you did have and a lot. "Sparkling sugar?" "Hmm?" "I'm feeling really happy" You told her, she smiled at that.

"That is very good my sugar!" she said you. "After all, happiness is very important here, to always be happy" she said to you.

"If you stay here, you will always be happy! You won't have to even lift a finger and all of the rest of your life will be luxurious"

"I can't stay here, my dad-" "oh, don't worry about him! He doesn't and won't mind at all! After all he trusts me and he trust you to make the best choice for yourself, I am right?" She tried to convince "Yeah, I guess. But I stilll have a lot of things to do" you explained your reasons to not stay in the paradise, but sparkling sugar didn't really seem to care "You don't have to do them, I will have everything ready for you to stay here forever" she said while holding your hand, her hands were warm.

"No, I will go back home" you got up from you bench, a little confused as you left the place, Sparkling sugar cookie didn't really try to stop you yet you could feel how she seemed really irritated.

———

You walked home in silence, thinking about the conversation you had with Sparkling sugar over and over again, something was very wrong but everthing she said sounded just right.

You decided to ignore and forget, you had enough trouble with your dad being constantly angry to care about it.

The next days were similar, your dad being more demanding with the servants, knights and more importantly, with you.

You are afraid of talking to him since the slightest thing that ticks him off makes him extremely angry, is like being with a time bomb with no visible timer, you don't know when it's going to explode until the consequence of the explosion are shown.

So even though you felt bad you avoided your own father, trying to make shortcuts around your home just to avoid him.

Also, you just stopped visiting blueberry milk cookie after a while too. Everytime you went you just had a bad feeling in your gut that something was going to happen. So you just avoided the place altogether.

Same with Sparkling sugar, the last interaction scared you to your dough even if you didn't wanted to admit it since she didn't do anything wrong, she just wanted you to stay with her so you could be happy and you refused her very rude now that you think about it, so you feel bad.

And something strange happened with divine flour, just like the other you wanted to visit her but when you arrived to the Ivory Pagoda it was closed. Of course, Divine flour from time to time closes the Ivory Pagoda to take a break but she warns days before doing it. This time was withouth any type of warning or sign.

———

Walking trough the thousand stairs, you found yourself watching a closed altar, divine flour was no where in sight.

Outside there were a lot of angry cookies wanting to enter, to be able to pray for better and wish for goods.

You approached one of them. "Do you know why it is closed?" You asked, the cookie in front of you seemed really distressed "Nobody knows. There was no warnings, She just dissappeared." The cookie answered

"The Ivory Pagoda was completely shut down from inside out. So I guess divine flour is still inside. But there is no way to prove it, especially if no body can open the place."

You just looked at them with conflicted feelings "Thanks you for your honesty" You thanked them quietly, choosing to leave the place seconds after.

———

You were currently in silver salt's living room, usually you two trained together in order to get stronger but this time you were rambling to silver salt cookie about all the things that have been happening to you these past days while they prepared some tea for the both of you to drink.

"It is just soo strange! My dad have been very angry lately, I just can't have any normal conversation with him before he snaps, it is just so scary to talk to him" You explained to silver salt as best as you could. They placed a teapot and two cups in front of you in the table. Sitting beside you in the couch you were currently sitting on.

You spent the next minutes was you telling them your experiences with the other saviours, and the strange attitudes they have been having. They from time to time patted you on the back to give you comfort, listening attentively to you withouth saying any words.

Noticing their silence you stared at them, "Why aren't you saying anything?" You asked confused, then you sighed, looking straight ahead to the warm cup of tea in your hands. "Actually, I understand it, I wouldn't know what to say either..." you justified their actions. Taking the last sip before getting up from the couch.

"I should go home, I guess, Is getting late" you said with doubt while looking at the window. You walked to the door, opening it yourself.

"Goodbye" You said to him as you closed the door behind you. Not receiving an answer back. You ignored it, he must be as shocked as you are.

———

You felt dumb for not realising sooner, the signals were all over the place but you just decided to ignore or justify them, the way sparkling sugar wanted you to stay, how Blueberry milk wanted to lie a bit, how silent silver salt was, that the ivory pagoda was closed and more importantly, that your own father, warming spice cookie, was agressive towards you.

Once promised saviors, the five became twisted apostles of evil and brought only darkness and devastation. Their virtues becoming distortioned, Knowledge became Deceit, Volition became Apathy, Happiness became sloth, Change became destruction, and Solidarity became silence. But that wasn't the only thing that changed.

The cookies you adored since birth, the cookies that raised you since you left the oven for the first time changed too. Were replaced by shells of what they once used to be. You wanted to scream at them and reason with them, but you didn't want to become corrupted too. And you weren't that strong mentally to be able to decipher the manipulations of the now beasts before they got to your mind.

Ignoring your hurt feelings and broken heart you had to evacuate the entire kingdom as fast as you possibly could so there is the smallest amount of hurt citizens. As the next in charge of the kingdom you had the obligation to take care of the citizens, even from the own king or this time around, your own father.

You were currently in a Refugee camp, made out of neccesity, emergency and desperation. Though all the cookies in there including yourself made the pact to call it a safe haven so the younger cookies don't loose their hopes of survival and a the wish of a better future.

Holding tightly a weapon, you practiced your fighting skills a little. You were the child of the once light of change so you knew how to protect yourself and others. But you wanted to be able to protect your citicens and your kingdom if you had to fight face to face with one of the beast, at least even if you aren't strong enough to win you will be able to buy the citizen cookies some time to escape.

Even so there was something you couldn't fully grasp, the way the cookies glared at you and your sword. The whispers that paused when you got close. How weak the cookies sounded when they talked to you. And yet the younger cookies adored you, being close to you in the 'safe haven' at almost all times while the more older cookies were just soo strange. You just wished you knew what was the thing they disliked about you.

———

In the back of the emergency camp you could see a group of cookies in the furthest corner talking fast, yet no more loud than a mere whisper.

You choosed to eavesdrop it, making sure nothing was out of your control here "The supplies are getting lower and lower by the day! They are going to become scarce in just a few days" one of the cookies whispered, it's voice showing the desperation all in the place were trying to hide, you then opted to interrumpt the cookies.

"The supplies are getting low?" You asked calmly, yet with a serious face that didn't seem to unwaver. "Spicy reader" one of them gasped, but not in a good manner. "We were just wondering about how the supplies were! Please don't get mad at us" "And why would I get mad?" You asked, something that irked in the back of your mind until now told you all the answers you didn't wanted to hear.

But then an aching pain started in your heart. Is right, they are afraid of you. After all you are related to the now beast of destruction. They have every reason to distrust you and that makes you sad.

"Im not him" You quickly replied to your own question, not waiting for the cookies in front of you to answer. "Warmi- Burning spice cookie, I mean. You all can trust me" you tried to calm them down and ease their fears, However it didn't seem like your words calmed their worries about you completely they had no choice but to rely on you.

"We need supplies, all the cookies here do." One of them said worried. You listened intently to it and thought.

"We could do an expedition" You suggested after a bit of thinking "It's the only think we can do right now" You explained calmly.

"Of course, having a garden would be nice and it would bring food easily yet it requires time, work and a safe place we do not have as of now."

———

Later that day some of the strongest cookies including you packed some provisions and prepared everything to leave. You grabbed your weapon, holding it tight in your hand, hopefully you don't have to use it...

"Spicy reader cookie?" A shy child-like voice called out to you, when you looked the place where it came from. You found a young cookie, but wait... You know this cookie! They were the young cookie you helped at the library where blueberry milk cookie used to work at. How long ago was it?

"Please don't go! We need you here!" The child cookie cried out to you, your heart tightened yet you had already made a choice. "Hey, it's okay. Nothing will happen to me. I will go back here with you full of food, water and toys! Isn't that nice?" You said with a excited voice. Tho it didn't seem to calm the younger cookie.

"We have to go" One of the cookies called out to you, all of the ones that were going expeditioning were on the exit. The child tried to grab your hand yet you were faster to leave.

"I will come back, I promise!" You said to them as you left the 'safe haven'

———

Outside it was a mess, the kingdoms were utterly destroyed, the forest were devoid of nature and the worst thing to see, the lifeless body of thousands of cookies. You tried to close your eyes everytime you saw one.

You were currently in a forest that hasn't saw the horror of devastation yet, grabbing the fruits from the trees and putting them in a basket was all you did.

The chirping sound of a bird called your attention, it has been soo long since you saw a bird or animals in general! You got away from the group, ready to pet the bird.

When close enough to the bird you kneeled in front of it, holding your arms out to it, trying to touch it, The bird let you pet them. It felt soft, you felt calm for once in a long time, your multiple thoughts being reduced to the state of calmness you were currently in.

"What is that?" You heard one of the cookies squeal from far away, making you realice weren't currently in a safe place. Then you heard the sound of slicing from behind you, then screams of agony that were quickly turn into dead silence in the fraction of mere seconds.

The bird was quick to fly off, leaving you alone with a sense of dread.

"That was... soo boring!" You heard a masculine voice roar full of boredom, a voice you fully knew to who it belonged.

You quickly grabbed your weapon, holding it tight as you were full of fear, yet determination.

"Father!" The scream made burning spice cookie to turn it's head to look at you, you holded your sword upright towards him.

"This is wrong, very wrong" you said, trying to keep your voice as neutral. But he was your father and he knew you too well to know that you were having very conflicted feelings. "Stop, for what? Nothing changed for thousands of years, so I did something to change the path myself" He explained, you didn't recognize the person who was in front of you, you didn't recognized your father in any shape from long ago.

"Warming spice-" You said, quickly realicing your error and stopping your tracks, Burning Spice cookie looked at you with more hatred, yet for some reason he didn't attack you yet.

"My spice, you are betting for the losing team" He started with. "You could join us, the beasts. You will be strong, the strongest cookie between all of these weaklings." "So Spicy Y/n, will you join me,?" The thought of ever being by their side made your stomach churn.

"Remember how excited you got when you were youngef thinking about becoming the next ruler, do you want to give up that dream now?"

Listening to his proposal, that wouldn't be so bad, But... what are you thinking? You are just griefing about the past and how things used to be before "I... Can not..." You said between breaths, more slowly than you should have due to the shock, but you quickly recomposed yourself.

All of those cookies that would be alone and afraid with another threath...

"I will fight for us to go back to normal, even if I crumble in the process" You stated with pure determition, looking at burning spice cookie eyes, the hold of your weapon was more secure now. Your answer seemed to irritate yet awaken something in Burning spice you couldn't decipher.

You took the first strike, trying to hit him with you weapon yet he dodged it, he then tried to slice you with his axe like weapon. you barely managed to dodge it, But you did and you weren't going to back down any time soon.

For the next minutes you both fighted, one for a greater good and the other just for the thrill, but it was obvious who was the stronger one.

As time passed you have got more tired and weak, beong more reckless and slow in your movements too. But you can't give up now, not when you are soo close of winning...

Burning spice cookie threw his axe at you, you were going to dodge it but you could only gasp when you felt your jam blood start to paint your hands.

"D-dad?" You mumbled real shaky, as you instantly fell to the ground due to the pain. Something flashed in burning spice eyes, Something you recognized.

"Spicy reader cookie!" He screamed at you, more desperate. His voice wasn't as sweet and calm as warming spice's cookie was but it wasn't like the last time you heard it. It was... something in the middle of corruption and pureness.

Burning spice cookie kneeled to your side, yet he didn't touch you nor tried to heal you. "I thought that you were... stronger..." Burning spice cookie said with a conflicted voice. That made you uneasy "I should have trained to be stronger back then, so you and I wouldn't have ended like this..." you cried out, already feeling.

He seemed taken aback, but he quickly got up from where he was, watching as you slowly stopped breathing until your heart wasn't beating anymore. Not doing anything to help you change your fate, yet not willing to let you go.

"I'm sorry" a voice that sounded like warming spice said to you, in your last moments you got esctatic to be able to hear it one more time. "Warming spice cookie? I'm so glad I can hear you once more dad!" You said your last words with a cracky voice, that showed your happy sorrows, your eyes red from crying showing the brightest joy he has ever seen in a while from you, and the last.

You died believing that your dad finally got back to his senses even if it was through your death, which you would have been happy if that was like it, but it wasn't. Your death showed a very vulnerable piece of him that burning spice would never want to admit, and finally seeing you gone made him yet weaker, fall even more into the depths of darkness.

He was weak from the fight, since you took a lot of power out of him, but he feels a regret he doesn't know he will be able to repair, but yes to numb. How? Destroying everything that once reminded him of you.

———

After your death was announced burning spice was full of energy yet at the same time he was utterly heartbroken, while the other beasts were mad, completely mad and repeled and disgusted by Burning spice cookie. Causing a rift between all of the beast, to which in consequence made them constantly fight eachother, making them weak, mentally and physically.

The witches took advantage of their weak state due to the loss of a loved one. Caging the beast and sealing them far away from any cookies they could hurt. planting the seed of the Silver Tree around their cages to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast-Yeast.

Your name was deleted from history books, your appearance was forgotten, everything that you once said or did was destroyed beyond repair or removed, Everything you once were was gone. Only being remembered as the unnamed dead offspring of the beast of destruction. Everything was forgotten about you, except one thing. Your sacrifice.

You died by the hands of your own father, who has fell under the dark ways of corruption, and instead of taking the easy way and joining him you choosed to fight for the greater good. Which led to the beasts to be finally weakened enough to be put in their silver cage even if that lead to your innevitable death.

The witches knew one thing that the cookies did not, you were deserving of life. You did everything right in your life, your only wrong doing was being the child of a beast. So the witch that baked you knew one thing. You deserved a second chance, a rebirth. So you could live another life and this time have a happy ending.

But when? The witch decided you were going to be rebaked the moment you were found a worthy caretaker. Someone you could look up to and who wouldn't fall into the depths of darkness. Only when someone like that was found, you would be rebaked one more time.

Notes: It got a little lazy at the end, ignore it, I has to rewrite the whole Eternal dugar part since I wrote it a little before the update and I got tired due to that.

Also, there isn't really a lot of information about how were the beasts before corruption so i did my best. I also made Silent salt cookie gender neutral since I don't know their gender.

Comments, likes and reconstructive criticism are highly appreciated!

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Frenemies

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Smut, not great writing, it's my first time, I guess risky sex cause it's in a hallway😭, MDNI but I can't control what y'all read, so I warned you

A/N: If you like it, at least comment to lmk, for all my stories, Hogwarts is a university, everyone is 18+ and fully consenting

WC: 2k

Your relationship with Remus was complicated, to say the least.

You were friends in the sense that you belonged to the same group. You hung out together as a group. You ate meals together as a group. You went out on trips to Hogsmeade together and had drinks at the Three Broomsticks as a group.

In the eyes of the Hogwarts’ student body, you and Remus were mates.

That was bullshit of the highest degree.

Despite sharing a mutual friend group, You just so happened to be the one he never seemed to click with. He would try to be polite, and you would be snarky in response. He would try asking about your life, he would shut you down. He would try and make a fucking effort, and you wouldn’t be interested.

He had given up eventually, seeing there be no use in him being anything beyond civil when it came to you. He assumed it had something to do with the fact you were a pureblood Zabini, and he was far from sophistication such as yours, but you'd shut that down. You never outright told him why you hated him, but you had assured him it had nothing to do with status. And that was something, in his eyes.

Until you were paired up together for prefect rounds every Wednesday night after curfew, that was when things changed between you.

It turned out that "meddling about", for better lack of terms, was a much healthier way of taking your anger out on each other. Who would have thought?

"Someone's going to see us, Zabini," he murmured between kisses, his lips unable to completely pull away from you.

“Has that ever stopped you before?”

It took a few seconds to come up with a reply in your state, his lips attacking your neck with ravenous bites and licks of consolation.

"No, but-" he sighed, lips back on yours.

"We're going to get caught. You remember what happened last time. I don't fancy another detention," he mumbled through the kisses, his hands on your thighs.

“Then stay quiet. Problem solved,” you snapped. He always found some way to be difficult.

"That’s easier said than done with you around, you know,” he grinned against your neck, his hand sliding up your skirt. You mumbled something under your breath about him being a pervert before leaning into his touch.

"Ah, because you’re the picture of innocence, aren’t you?" He smiled softly, bringing his head back to look at you, fingers tracing along the inside of your thighs. "Just remember you started it,” he murmured, his index finger rubbing slowly against you.

“Of course, you’re wet,” he sighed dramatically, moving his finger in circles. “And to think a few months ago you could barely look me in the eye without rolling them,” he tsked.

“Fuck off,” you ground out, not without effort, considering he was gradually getting you soaked solely by touching you through the fabric of your knickers.

“I remember you telling me to fuck off more than once, too,” he chided, slowly speeding up his movements. “And now look at you. So close to crumbling and I'm not even properly fucking you.”

“I'm not-” You started, ready to tell him off again, when his finger pushed your panties to the side. "Oh, this is a much better view," he praised sarcastically, running a finger through your folds. "And this is just from my fingers. I can only imagine what you'd be like if it was my mouth or my-”

“Shut. Up.”

"Not a chance," he answered, enjoying your squirms. "Can't shut me up when you're the one whimpering and shaking because of a pair of fingers,” he teased. “God,” he continued, sliding a finger inside of you. “I wonder what the rest of the school would think if they knew this about you. So prim, poised and proper to the outside world. Yet here we are.”

You couldn't help but let out a small moan, quiet, but loud enough for him to hear. Bastard.

"There we are," he murmured, speeding up and adding another finger. "You do sound better when you're louder, but I suppose I'll just have to work with what I'm given. No more snide remarks or bitchy comments," he continued, his fingers curling inside of you. "I could do this all night and you wouldn't be able to say a thing, would you?”

You opened your mouth to answer, a snide comment, a snippy remark, anything remotely insulting on the tip of your tongue, but he pulled his fingers out before you could and slipped them between your lips.

Fuck, that was hot.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled, watching you clean the fingers he just had inside you. ”I should make you do this more often, but you make it so difficult to keep you pliant once we've started,” he complained while undoing his belt painstakingly slow, and your own hand reached to help speed up the process.

"Someone’s impatient. I've hardly done anything yet," he teased, palming himself over his boxers. "Not going to snap at me for being too rough? Maybe call me a jerk or tell me to go to hell?” He pulls his fingers away from your mouth to await your response, but you say nothing, and your silence is submission enough.

He freed himself from his boxers, teasing your entrance. "Good girl," he hissed, rubbing the head of his cock against your clit. “And don’t be too loud. I’d still prefer this to be private,” he teased, finally pushing into your waiting heat after coating himself in your slick. You whine in response at the stretch, and he grunted, resisting the urge to pound into you like an animal.

“I’d say that’s a first, but if I remember correctly, I’m certain I’ve shut you up like this- ahhh, before,” he boasted before letting out his own small whimper. You were so fucking perfect. “Not so snappy now, are you? Can’t think of one smartass comment so this is all you have. I really should do this more often.”

“Fuck you,” you managed, and would've parted yourself on the back for the effort it took if your organs weren't currently being rearranged.

“‘s what I'm doing, lovely, can't you see?” He moaned in response, his own snarky comments losing their burn with how wrecked he was becoming. He snickered, pulling back to slam inside you again, harder and faster than he was before. “Tell me, beautiful, do you usually let other boys have you like this or is it only me?”

He was only teasing. He didn't actually care. Really. He didn't.

“Just you,” you murmured offhandedly, too wrapped up in the moment to notice his expression change, or his mouth form into a soft ‘o’, or the fact he didn't mock or tease you. For once, you shut him up. He slowed, his hands grabbing your hips as if it was to steady himself. “Only me, huh?” He said quietly. Before you could respond, he caught himself and sharply thrusted upwards, pushing you closer to the edge.

“Oh, Merlin's beard,” he muttered, his hips snapping against yours. “That’s it. That’s it,” he encouraged. “C’mon, that’s it. God, you’re such a good girl. So good. You’re doing so good. So, so good,” he praises you whenever he's close, his words barely stringing together to form anything coherent. It always brings you closer to finishing, whether he knows or not. He buried himself deep inside you, a hand finding and squeezing your waist reassuringly as he finished, spurting hot strings of cum inside you.

“Fuck-” he groaned, stilling his movements. His eyes flickered down, then back up to you. "You didn't?" He whispered, his tone a mix of a question and a statement, one that left his own mind reeling and his breathing coming out slightly ragged. “You didn’t,” he repeated, a statement this time, and there was no harshness to his words, no mocking, no teasing. His mouth was set in a firm line, his hands still gripping your hips tightly.

You waved it off with your eyes, too tired to lift your hand. It's not like you'd finish every single time anyways, it happens. “It's fine.”

He shifted back, his softening length slipping out of your heat. “Not fine.” he shook his head. “Not fine at all,” he mumbled while panting, the look on his face resembling something akin to guilt. He tugged his trousers back on before dropping to his knees, face level with your core. “Should see yourself, how you look right now,” he continued, his hands rubbing your thighs, just above your knees, and parting them slightly. “You’re dripping,” he announced, his eyes trained on your core. “So ruined… Can’t believe I did this to you.” His thumb ran up your slit, collecting his own finish leaking out of you.

“Should've taken care of you first,” he scolded himself before connecting his lips with your cunt. A shiver went down his spine, a moan threatening to fall from his mouth. “I’ve never been much for apologizing. You know better than anyone. But I’m sorry,” he mumbled against you, his tongue slipping in-between your folds. “I shouldn’t have just got off and left you like that. It’s not fair on you.”

Who was this guy and what had he done with Remus Lupin?

The vibrations of his words against your clit were doing wonders, and you couldn't help but slide your fingers into his hair and tug, needing something to ground you so you didn't buck your bloody hips like some village harlot. “It's o-okay.”

He sucked in a breath, his scalp stinging from the grip, but he loved it more than he’d ever admit aloud. He hummed against you, licking a long stripe along your slit. “Of course you think it’s okay,” he said, his eyes lifting to look at you. “Because instead of telling me off like you would if I had done this a couple of months ago, you’re just… letting me. Stop letting me.” He wasn't exactly wrong, you had been more lenient with him since this all began, but it didn't seem like a horrible thing.

He went back to what he was doing, and it didn’t take long for his tongue to start working an inexplainable magic that made your legs tremble. You groaned in response, and he smirked, knowing it was the most you’d be able to vocalize in the moment. He added a finger, knowing how over sensitive you were, and being a little shit for taking advantage of the fact. He knew how easily you were stimulated, he knew what buttons to push, and he sure as hell wasn’t stopping until you were satisfied in his eyes.

And of fucking course you were already close. You tugged his hair slightly to signal your approaching orgasm and his eyes closed, a moan slipping out this time, but he quickly caught it before it became too noticable. “Just a bit longer,” he grunted, adding a second finger. “Just a little more for me. Be a good girl, yeah?”

“Please, Rem, fuck…”

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” he murmured, his fingers and tongue working in unison. “Be a good girl and come for me. I want to see you come. I want to taste you, love.” As you finished, he swallowed it all—and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. His fingers and mouth pulled away, leaving soft and comforting kisses on your inner thigh as you came down from your high.

“That’s my girl.” he murmured softly, his hand rubbing your leg in a way that would be considered tender coming from him. “You did so good for me, lovely.” He muttered a cleaning spell before helping you get back to your dorm and continuing the patrol, telling the Head Boy that you felt ill.

You slept better that night than you had the whole year.

[dilly-dahlia]

"if y’all want more on specific characters just drop an ask i will gladly answer because it forces me to think about it" Okay.

Vylad.

(please)

guys i’m being so serious but Vylad has actually been so hard for me to figure out because he has such a pivotal role in my rewrite (even if he doesn’t show up for the beginning part) and i need to get like. that good feel for him which I DONT HAVE 😭😭

anyways. as opposed to the more sure “this is Vylad” post like I did with Garroth and Laurance and Dante and whoever else, this is kind of gonna be me throwing stuff at a wall and seeing what sticks. it’s also gonna be me going over some concepts i have for him, even if they’re ones i decided not to go with. you will see me connecting dots in real time. but i promise Vylad is so important and i want to get him to a point that feels right for me!!

okay so we keep the basic mcd lore. affair baby, shadow knight, brought Adelaide (Aphmau) into the world, all that. but i’m gonna start at the beginning

okay, affair baby. i very briefly entertained the thought of Vincent being his birth father, especially since I think the two could have some neat parallels and like obvious similarities yk. plus (and this is more minor) there’s the fact that like, all of the Ro’Meave kids have a name that starts with the same letter as their parents, so like… V and V. ykyk. i decided not to do that cause i feel like that’d be a useless plot line anyway. i’m thinking more like Zianna sort of had a fling with a maritime merchant that often visited O’Khasis

so it’s obvious that Vylad is an affair baby. not only because of his very different appearance compared to his brothers but also because Garte literally announced it and humiliated Zianna. i haven’t figured out the exacts of that but he publicly humiliated her to teach her a lesson

it’s also widely known that Garte hates Vylad. however despite this, Garte took Vylad in as a subtle manipulating “look how kind i am taking in a child that isn’t mine” kind of way yk?? and in the public, at least when Vylad is young, Garte seems to treat him like his own. but in private it’s clear that Garte does not see Vylad as equal to the rest of the Ro’Meave line and kind of shuns him. like he doesn’t give Vylad the same resources his brothers had, especially in academic fields. so Vylad is kind of pushed to the side. Zane kind of plays into that to appease his father

he spends a lot of time with his mother, and with Garroth when Garte allows. Zianna and Garroth actually taught him to read, which is something he’s thankful for because he doesn’t think he would have learned otherwise. Garroth was also the one that was always protecting Vylad from harsh punishments, and a large conflict for Garroth about going to the guard academy was leaving his brother to fend for himself

but Vylad and Zianna spent a lot of time together. their favorite place to frequent is Zianna’s palace garden, where she teaches him the meanings of all sorts of plants and stuff. and when Garte locks Zianna away for whatever “lesson” he’s teaching her, Vylad always finds a way in to keep talking with her. that’s how he got so good at sneaking around later as a shadow knight

okay so as he got older he was sort of excluded more and more from public events. his absence kind of solidified in peoples heads like “oh Garte DOES NOT like this kid…” but Vylad doesn’t mind because he wouldn’t consider himself to be made for these events like the rest of his family

okay so his death. it was something that was semi-planned?? so this kind of serves as a double purpose to also build tensions with Tu’la and all that. so what had happened is that a Tu’la spy infiltrated the O’Khasian guard. and that spy rose through the ranks and became one of Garte’s most trusted and Garte was eventually confiding in them that he wanted Vylad gone, even bringing up a premeditated assassination. the spy took it as an opportunity to kind of put O’Khasis against itself and took it upon themselves to kill Vylad. so his death wasn’t exactly planned, but it was on its way.

so Vylad died when he’s about 16. and he’s actually one of the reasons i have shadow knights age the way they do because I considered having him be like forever sixteen, but i didn’t really like that. i don’t remember why though because i think that’s a fire idea now i might change it…

anyway he’s 16 when he dies. that’s also another reason Garroth isn’t very happy about his marriage to Nicole, because she’s the same age his brother would be, but that’s another topic i’ve already yapped about

back to Vylad!! so he was turned into a shadow knight because it was known that he’s a Ro’Meave, or at least introduced as one. because of this, Gene and whoever else (i haven’t decided who’s in charge) resurrect him assuming he has the blood of Esmund the Protector. when they discover that he doesn’t, they also kind of discard him and hide him away

Vylad eventually breaks out. idk how. but he does. and the thing is he had devised this entire plan to start a new life for himself because he was getting tired of constantly being pushed to the side because he isn’t who people want him to be. so when he breaks out, he steals an orb and herbs that Gene had been working with to plant false memories in someone. Vylad steals this stuff, goes to the Overworld, realizes he doesn’t have a clue what to do, and goes into the sacred forest seeking the help of Hyria

his plan is to give himself a new slate. erase his memories and fabricate a new life for himself to live—one where he would never disappoint anyone or be tossed away. he asks Hyria to help him, and she agrees

before she does that, though, she starts talking to Vylad about the Divine Warriors, warning him about dangers that may come with the memory change. she kind of sort of manipulated him into instead reincarnating Irene, and she kind of used the fact that Vylad is a people pleaser that just wants to be Vylad to convince him to take Irene.

he agrees. with the help of Hyria he created a fake life for this reincarnation to have lived and experience and hides those memories in the orb he stole. and then he starts his journey to find where to place her

now obviously we know he chose near Phoenix Drop. he chose this place because he had been scouting it out for a while beforehand and actually had the suspicion that the head guard was Garroth (who had faked his death at this point, but Vylad didn’t know). so he places the staff or whatever nearby and is absolutely appalled when a whole person just comes out of it. he panics and then she starts waking up and Vylad doesn’t know what to do and he remembers the orb and very quickly does the spell Hyria told him to do

and when she wakes up the first thing Vylad says to her is “Good morning, Adelaide. How did you sleep?” and he comes up with this whole story that she’s a mercenary and then whatever else i decided that i can’t remember now

and. Vylad named her Adelaide, and he named her that because it was a name his mother loves. she always said that if she had a daughter her name would be Adelaide, so to put some goodness into this new being he named her what the most good hearted person he knows would have

and until we get a proper introduction to him in my rewrite, Vylad will be a recurring motif. i haven’t decided what exactly he’s going to mean, but he will often come to Adelaide in dreams or Adelaide will often talk fondly about the person she travelled with before settling in Phoenix Drop

overall Vylad is very insecure. he has this looming fear that everyone he comes across hates him and in an attempt to get people to like him, he ends up being a people pleaser or quiet altogether.

and that’s all i have for him 😢 i wish i had more for you anon because i love Vylad so much and he’s so important to me but alas. i hope you enjoyed this regardless

once again if you wanna know about a specific character just drop an ask! if be happy to answer :)

[coffee-in-rain]

content warning (because it's probably an ick for someone out there): stinky cock/smegma/and a condition known as balantis (where a cock becomes inflamed if smegma is not removed properly). sorry, yall, bodily functions is such an interesting trope to me because of the vulnerable Hannibal potential. 😭

Post-Fall, mute Hannibal's dominant wrist is fractured. His other hand shakes when he uses it for an extended period of time. During baths, his left hand always starts shaking. He finds it very difficult to clean underneath his foreskin with one unsteady hand. But he's been doing his best. Eventually, his cock starts itching a little (disclaimer: no idea if that happens because i don't have a cock myself, but it's whump potential), and he worries about the possible smell.

Does he stink and not know? He starts to feel self-conscious.

Today, Hannibal ends up falling and twisting an ankle. Then, Will insists on being there when he bathes because he'll need help getting in and out of the bathtub. Will is sitting on the closed toilet lid, reading a book. He glances up periodically, in case Hannibal needs something. He notices when Hannibal's fingers begin to tremble with little tremors, and they don't settle. No, the tremors only worsen. He realizes the cloth is descending lower and returns to reading (granting Hannibal privacy). But there is a loud splash one moment later. The cloth slipping out of Hannibal's fingers. There is a noise soon after: a whimper; something Will isn't certain he's meant to witness.

"Everything all right?" Will asks, clearing his throat. He sets the book down on the counter and comes closer to kneel on the floor next to Hannibal—whose cheeks are reddening. He frowns and watches Hannibal turn away—now facing the wall.

Hiding.

The cloth is resting in shaking fingers. The tip of Hannibal's cock is inflamed, red and tender-looking. There's also a foul smell—which Will momentarily worries may be an infection inside Hannibal's mostly healed gunshot wound. But no, it must be Hannibal's cock. He should be angry Hannibal let it get this far; most likely an infection. He is, but only for a short time. Genitalia hygiene is personal. Even for Hannibal. He doesn't huff in annoyance. He doesn't scold Hannibal. He simply says: "I would've helped you with this earlier, if you'd asked me." He plucks the washcloth from between Hannibal's fingers. His palm rests on Hannibal's lower abdomen. Tentative.

Hannibal's breathing is shallow. He still doesn't turn away from the wall.

Will strokes the soft skin there, giving Hannibal time to prepare. "Be honest with me. Does it itch?"

Hannibal doesn't move, body remaining rigid.

Will breathes out a sigh; not one of annoyance but sympathy. He wouldn't enjoy being in Hannibal's place. He understands there is a sense of self-consciousness under these circumstances. "Sweetheart, I need you to answer. Yes or no. It looks infected. Has it been itching or causing you discomfort?"

Slowly, Hannibal nods. He lets out a gasp warm when fingers wrap around his cock. There is an urge brewing: to thrust; and it is impossible to stop an abortive motion, rocking into Will's hand. He settles a few moments later, wanting to whine and squirm because there are cloth-covered fingers sliding up and down his shaft, then inching underneath his foreskin. But the skin is tighter than normal, because of the infection, and it hurts. The skin cannot retract with usual ease. Will's fingers are insistent. Nearly digging in. Painfully. But it needs to happen. He needs to be clean. Even if this is humiliating. Even if it makes his eyes sting with discomfort and shame.

"Almost done, sweetheart." He cleans underneath Hannibal's foreskin, slow and careful drags of the cloth, removing the foul-smelling build up stuck in some crevices. Then slips in a bare thumb, sweeping over the smooth, clean skin to make sure nothing is left behind. Hannibal jolts forward, whimpering from pain when Will's thumb passes over his sensitive slit.

*im getting sleepy, so here is the brief ending.*

Will reasures Hannibal and kisses his temple and helps him into bed, dressing him in clean clothes (but keeping Hannibal in loose pants to not irritate the inflamed skin). The next day, Chiyoh brings over antibiotics (a cream version). Then, Will rubs it between warm fingers and applies it to the head of Hannibal's cock and slowly works it underneath his tender foreskin, murmuring words of comfort when he whimpers in discomfort. Will kisses Hannibal's flushing cheeks, and every night, Hannibal's cock is thoroughly washed by Will. A week later, it is the last day for the cream to be applied. Hannibal's cock is nearly back to normal and when Will applies the cream, a little bead of pre-cum emerges from his slit because it's so sensitive. He wants to disintegrate on the spot, but Will's reaction is the furthest thing from disgust. Will's thumb doesn't pause or falter, stroking the little crevice of Hannibal's slit, making him moan and start to writhe. He's stiffening in Will's hand, cock leaking and pulsing. No one's ever done this, but it's driving Hannibal out of his mind: a thumb swirling over his slit, smearing warm pre-cum back into it and making the glide smooth and slick. He can barely breathe from how many noises are pouring out from his slackening mouth. He's so wet and messy, and Will doesn't seem to mind at all. Will's thumb only grows harsher, strokes fast and rough, making Hannibal's toes curl, making Hannibal's lungs squeeze out a wail because it feels so good.

[liriostigre]

hi there! hope you're having a great day <3

i love all the art and artists you mention in your quizzes (secretly very excited for if u post a 2024 one), i was just wondering if you have any favourite tumblr accounts that post about art?

thank you! 💘

Hiii 💐 thanks so much for appreciating my quizzes!

I don't really follow art blogs, I follow personal blogs very similar to my main blog, so my mutuals also have tags for art, muisc, film, literature, etc. That's how I discover some artists/art on Tumblr, but it's mainly the Wikipedia app for me 🥰!!! When you read an article about an artist you like you'll see links to other artists and links related to the art movements or sometimes the artist's influences, mentors, relatives, friends, lovers. I spend hours reading Wikipedia articles (which obviously come with images lol) until I don't remember what was the article I started with 😬

My answer got too long so check under the cut, but basically if something catches my eye I always look it up on the internet! Always!!!

I always check out artists (not only visual arts) mentioned in the books I read. These are some I highlighted in The Savage Detectives and Of Human Bondage:

Another source for me is albums cover art, so I always research those. Here are some faves:

There are always a lot of art references in movies too (again, not only visual arts; it could be a character reading/mentioning a book or even the soundtrack), so one thing leads to another and that's how I discover art in general.

I also watch and read interviews of musicians, writers and filmmakers, and I'm always checking the Genius lyrics annotations and I watch/read/ listen to what they mention/reference. So I get pretty good books and movies recs. A few examples:

Sorry I couldn't rec blogs but I hope this was helpful anyway 💌

[theghoulboysblog]

Hiiii I’m a new follow to your account cos I love the ghoul boys! I’ve been rewatching old episodes of Weird Wonderful World and it still blows me away how much tenderness is stored in that silly show 😭😭😭

What is it about WWW that makes them so sweet to each other?? (Not complaining lol)

HELLO! :) THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING AND I AM SO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE 😭 i put this in my drafts to come back to later and forgot about it cause i’m me 😭🙏

AND YES I KNOW OMG 😭 EVERY EPISODE OF WWW MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IM INTRUDING LMFAOOO. like i’m third wheeling on my own internet??? 😔 my own phone??? ☹️

as soon as these two get together alone, whether it be to eat together for food files or to do cute activities for WWW, they turn into big sweet ol’ saps and I LOVE IT <3

besties :)

[the-narwhals-awaken]

Bloody Hearts Bingo Day 12

Prompt: Smile, General | Sunshine smile/smile like sunshine

Kisuke let his breathing slow. Despite what many people thought, the main part of his soulscape- the 'welcoming hall', so to speak- was not a charnel house. It was not a laboratory, or a killing field, or a mirror of a place he'd ever been as an adult.

The part he was currently sitting in, kneeling in front of a tea-table, was a noble's recieving hall, every aspect perfected and made of exquisite quality materials. Even the Great Noble Houses- the ones still in prominence, at least- could not boast of such quality, but Benihime would settle for nothing less in her domain, especially in the parts of it that outsiders were permitted to step within. Many presumed much, but those who stepped in the realm of the Crimson Princess were reminded very directly that her title came with weight.

Kisuke poured two cups of tea- one for him, one for his princess. Benihime knelt across from him, her usual layers of immaculate robes slimmed down to two worn over an almost-sheer red dress. Still, she looked the royalty that he pretended not to be. "It will be war."

He nodded, taking a sip of his tea. It was a blend he never shared- tasting far too much like blood for others to be pleased, but the iron tang settled the part of him made for killing. "First Aizen, then onii-san, then chichi-ue." Names had power, and he would not forget who they were to him. "It will be slow to end."

"You will prepare them," she said, relentless as the tide, "they are ours and everyone who sees them will know."

"They will be safer if it is not immediately obvious that they are ours," he countered, watching as she took her own long sip, "if only to allow for people to underestimate them."

She shrugged. "They are young- they will be underestimated. Mark them and make sure they know whose they are- they will kneel happily at our feet and all shall know who we are." The one downside of Benihime's viciousness was a significant distaste for concealing their power and ability to the degree Kisuke preferred to work at. It was a fair point- he often made himself seem a fool for no reason, preferring to be mocked than feared, while she would rather be feared for what they were than mocked for what they were not.

Kisuke had to force the image out of his head. The thought of any of them- strong and clever and growing more so by the day- going to their knees willingly, happily, was intoxicating, and he could not be distracted while planning. "They will lose trust, lose chances- too many people hate me for association to be safe."

Benihime smiled like the sun- sharp and unrelenting, impossible to ignore and just as able to bring things to life as ruin them. "Either they will keep them close because they need them or they will die, Kisa-chan. You know as well as I that you will bring them along and they will be damned because of it."

He bowed his head, acknowledging her words. "Very well. Yet we will go slow- steadily build it up, let it slide under the awareness of those who do not know to look. Let them see and yet be blind, let them have all the pieces and be unable to piece together the solution."

The smile on Benihime's face at his words reminded Kisuke that despite the way many spirits often socialized, space blurring and weaving together, Benihime had always had as much space as she'd needed. "And as for yourself?" She gestured rather pointedly to a clothing stand that appeared almost out of nowhere.

The robes that hung on it were a set that Kisuke hadn't worn since they'd been fitted. Rich and deeply embroidered, the fabrics were suited for a prince- which, despite his protestations, he was. More importantly, they were meant for a prince to go to war in, layers of silk forming armor and each thread soaked in power till it almost dripped off of it.

"Not yet, my princess," Kisuke said, averting his gaze and taking another sip of tea. "Perhaps for Chichi-ue." He stood, running his fingers along the topmost layer of fabric, then gently flicking it back to where it was stored. "Greaves, perhaps? Some form of shin guard, as well. Perhaps a chestpiece, but we'd have to adjust that to mobility and hiding well and I'd rather wait till after this next round of growth spurts finishes before we worry about something like that."

Benihime simply steered him away from the tea-table, pushing him back down to his knees in the middle of the hall, just in front of her seat- a low bench, crafted as elegantly as everything else there but almost understated despite it. "You know they'll have to find out, before this is done." It was the kindest thing she'd said all evening- just as he could be harsh, she could be gentle, though for both of them even their kindest touches were barely restrained from drawing blood.

Kisuke bowed his head and hummed acknowledgement. A weight settled on his head, and he knew what she'd done- long ago, when they were both children scrabbling for survival in the Rukongai, she'd hidden the part of him that shone with his father's power. Now she was returning it to him, ensuring that he could not hide.

A crown was a small price to pay, in the end, for the fulfillment of all his duties.

[lunar-wandering]

someone's going through my giggle glow au tag and i would like to once again say that i miss that au so much

[lskamil27]

Hey, do you have any rpg maker horror/rpg maker game recommendations?

RPG MAKER GAME RECOMMENDATIONS,,, Oh boy,,!

I have some that I do like a lot, however, there is a chance some people may not be TOO crazy about it since I am someone who likes it a lot when a game has lots of lore & story that I can bite into and think about more when I’m done!!

I think, right now, what I like as of right now ( these are not ranked in any particular order ):

1. Fausts Alptraum - Free to Download, Artbook You Have to Pay For: A game about a girl named Elisabeth who visits her family’s old home after a funeral, being trapped inside and having to get out.

A BIIIGGG favorite of mine, due to having a nice balance of awe and admiration of its art direction, while balancing tension and unease as you explore

2. Angels of Death - Pay to Play: A game about a girl named Rachel who wakes up in a building and is forced to progress through its floor levels to get out, each floor having a leader who seek to hunt her down.

Another favorite of mine, because I love the story and characters! The symbolism and juxtaposition of Rachel and Zac is so fun, along with plot that had me hooked into it! ( I will say, I am not the best at playing high stress games so I had to watch play-throughs to see the endings LMAO )

3. Mad Father - Pay to Play: About a young girl named Aya who lives alone with her mad doctor of a father, and his assistant. Aya is forced to confront the horrors of her father’s crimes to try and save him when she hears his screams on this particular night.

This was a game I had gotten into when I was WAYY younger! It definitely left a lasting impact on me since I am a big fan of medical & body horror now. I don’t know how to say it, but trust me!! It’s a lot of fun!

4. Fear and Hunger - Pay to Play: Between a cast of 4 playable characters, you are tempted by a personal quest that leads to the Dungeons of Fear & Hunger, unaware of the horrors and depravity that lies inside.

This is a big time favorite of mine, HOWEVER - I do not recommend this to everyone, as the triggers and violence in this game can be extreme for some others to go through. I highly recommend reading any available list of triggers for this game before trying it out, because the content is pretty dark. However, I do like it for its art direction, the lore and its characters, that the creator has made for it’s story and sequel!

5. Flesh, Blood & Concrete - Free to Play: Focused on the protagonist, Lera, who’s car breaks down on a snowy and is invited into the apartment building nearby by a young girl named Nika. Exploring the strange building, Lera encounters unsettling visuals and strange feelings of deja vu.

I recently just played this, and I adore it a lot for the story that has been crafted by the creator, with its message - as well as the welcoming, yet unsettling art direction it has, with the various home-y apartments and depictions of meat & flesh.

Now, these aren’t RPG Maker games themselves, but I will recommend them because I think they are fun to play on free time:

Soul Void - Free to Play: Gameboy pixel style, regarding the protagonist who explores a strange world, looking for a way out. Very beautiful art, and beautiful message!

Saint Spell’s Love Guide to the Magical Student’s Spellbook - Free to Play: Pixel Visual Dating Sim, very pretty, very fun routes to play, my friends and I loved playing it during our lunch breaks in uni!!

[allylikethecat]

omg more prompts!! would love to see matty holding hands with george while he’s stressed out about something and then maybe later laying his head in george’s lap🥺

HELLO THERE ANON,

You sent me this WONDERFUL intimacy prompt literally three months ago, BUT I finally did it, I finally filled it! Better late than never? Right? I want to apologize though for taking so long to get to it, and thank you so much for sending it in. I hope that you're still around to see the response! I ended up combining the two- I hope that was okay! Please let me know what you think! Additionally, if anyone else wants to send in any intimacy prompts, the list can be found here. I can't guarantee that it won't take me three months to finish the next one, but I promise that I *will* eventually. I really enjoy working on prompt fills and even if it takes me forever to actually sit down and write them, just know that I am in fact always thinking about them!

Thank you so much for requesting this prompt, your patience since I am the worst and it took me months, for reading, and for your continued support! I look forward to hearing what you think!

❤️Ally

WARNINGS: Reference to past drug abuse

Holding hands during a stressful situation & Resting your head on your partner's lap

Matty hated flying. He hated the drive to the airport. He hated that they were always, inevitably, caught in stop and go traffic that made his already nervous belly churn, nausea burning the back of his throat. He hated leaving his bag with the airline agent, the worry that it would get lost, that it would get stolen, that it wouldn’t make it to his final destination even as he obsessively tracked its air tagged location on his phone. He hated going through security and border control. He hated taking off his jacket, and shoving his backpack into the plastic bin. He hated the scrutiny of the security agents as they took in his tattoos and the scars on his arms. He was always, without fail, pulled for random, additional screening. He always tried to smile good naturedly, anxiety bubbling in his gut, even if he knew he wasn’t truly chosen at random, drug dogs sniffing his ankles as they swabbed his hands for explosives. At least he got to carry his own passport now, it was no longer in Jamie’s clutches as if he was going to run off to score the second he was left unattended. (He never had even considered fleeing an airport to score, however, he had considered fleeing an airport to run back to the flat he shared with George and hide under the covers of their bed.)

He hated making his way through the crowded terminal, people rushing around him, knocking into him, suffocating him as he tried to remember how to breathe. The straps of his backpack digging into his shoulder. He knew there would be a red mark on the skin when he sat it down, there always was. He loved their fans, he loved them more than anything, but he hated that he could feel their eyes on him as he moved through the airport, taking pictures of him with his eyes downcast, the brim of his baseball hat pulled low as if it would be able to fully hide his mop of curls. Only for the pictures to end up on Twitter moments later, which led to more eyes seeking his location. The braver ones would approach him and ask for a picture with him rather than just of him from a distance. He would force a smile, his arm stiffly around their shoulders as he tried to focus on his breathing, his palms sweating as every fiber of his being screamed danger and run. He hated that they always seemed to be assigned the gate furthest away from the main artery of the terminal. He hated that his anxiety meant he needed to lay eyes on the gate, that he needed to verify that it was real before he could wait with the rest of their group in the lounge. 

He hated that once he had dropped off his bag, and made it through security, and checked on his gate, that it was time to wait. Matty was not a patient person, he was even less patient when he was stressed, wanting things the way he wanted them right this instant. Demanding, George had called him one time with an amused smile and love shining in his eyes.

At this particular instant, he was both stressed and demanding, gripping George’s hand as if it was the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth as he dragged him through the crowded corridor towards their gate. He was more stressed than even his usual airport levels of airport anxiety. He hadn’t slept the night before, tossing and turning, worrying about the ten hour flight from LA to London they would be embarking on the next morning, popping piece after piece of nicotine gum as they inched towards departures in their rental van. They had played the last show of the tour the night before, and Matty was burnt out and ready to go home. Once at the airport, he had been, as usual, pulled for additional screening, the man that patted him down rough and inconsiderate. He had been stopped by a duo of fans less than five minutes later, forcing a smile as he tried to swallow down anxious tears threatening to spill. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his blood rushing in his ears as a man speaking loudly on the phone bumped into him, splashing him with iced coffee.

“You’re okay,” George soothed, giving Matty’s sweaty hand a comforting squeeze of his own, as the man turned away from them, glaring, as if they were the ones not watching where they were going. He swiped his thumb reassuringly against the back of Matty’s hand. 

“The gate is just up ahead,” George said, pointing with his free hand to B37. “We still have an hour ‘til boarding.” 

Matty nodded, wishing that seeing the gate with his own eyes would have loosened some of the tension in his chest, the way it usually did. George gave his hand another squeeze and Matty swallowed hard. George had calluses on his fingers and across his palm from years of playing the drums professionally, Matty loved that they slotted perfectly against his own guitarists calluses. Matty loved that George’s hands were so much bigger than his own, dwarfing his hand, his fingers wrapping fully around his own, engulfing them, protecting them from the outside world. He loved that even when he was shaking, even when his palms were disgustingly damp and sweaty, George never let go. He might have been the one clinging to George, but really, George was the one holding onto him. He closed his eyes, and tried to focus on the feel, on the weight of George’s hand, intertwined with his own. He could still feel his heart beating in his ears, but he no longer felt like he was going to drift away, like he was going to be pulled out to sea by the current and lost forever.

George pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Matty’s head. “Let's head up to the lounge, I would kill for a cup of coffee.” 

Matty let himself be led through the crowd, their hands connected as if George was the tugboat guiding Matty’s ship to shore. George showed their passes to the hostess and they were granted access, the rest of their group already sprawled out on the couches, bags at their feet, coffee in hand. Matty swallowed a yawn, he was exhausted, and knew that coffee would help, but he also knew he wouldn’t be able to stomach the acidic liquid at the moment.

Matty sat down on an open two seater. Matty hated that he had to let go of George’s hand as he made his way over to the coffee bar, pleased that they were reunited a moment later, a steaming paper cup in George’s hand. He dropped into the seat next to him and without thinking Matty found himself leaning over, not caring that technically they were in public, to rest his head in George’s lap. 

“I just want to go home,” Matty said softly as George tugged Matty’s hat off to run his fingers through the messy squashed curls. 

“Soon love,” said George, “we’ll be home soon.”

[the-whispers-of-death]

cute thing about my ocs:

Void likes to hold hands. also Void @ Kali: "you are my (3rd) dad. you're my dad boogie woogie woogie" (if you get the vine referance)

Selga purrs and his chest noticably vibrates when he does so

not very cute thing about my ocs:

due to.... well everything they've been through they're desensitized to violence and are casually very violent with eachother at times and throw around threats like it's candy (one moment they're throwing hands, beating the absolute dogshit out of eachother and the next they're snuggling in a pile)

Romanas spontaniously hurts himself at times mostly when already frustrated (banging his head against tables/walls, scratching/biting himself the works) i will not let this man rest ✌️❤️

I don't understand the vine reference (never was on vine when it was alive), but Kali would happily hold Void's hand if he let him.

Selga and Stone can purr together, because Stone too purrs.

Stone, anytime your ocs are being violent and careless with each other: Please don't.

Romanas moves to hurt himself and Stone just picks him up and holds him in air jail like he's a cat.

[journey-to-the-attic]

Raccoon and cat is someone just caught carrying IK away from the HoL, seconds from fleeing

satan: HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING

mephisto: oh shit RUN

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Okay so ngl it's roughly inspired by the movie 50 first dates (Jimmy's getting she/her for this whole ask cause I'm in the habit of it and this is my Jimmy I can do what I want)

The gist is that Jimmy has no memory of past servers any time she joins a new one (last life Jimmy doesn't remember 3rd life, Empires 2 Jimmy doesn't remember Empires 1, ect.) So when Tango meets her during hermitpires it's like a moment where all the memories of Double Life come rushing back and she remembers the ranch and her rancher and everything and she's just overwhelmed with so many happy memories she picks him up and spins him around and it's very cute. And they thing everything's fine now that they're reunited and remember everything (Tango never forgot). But the Empires server doesn't want Jimmy breaking character and remembering her other lives, so it's actively trying to re-repress the memories. Jimmy just kind of assumes it's a fibro problem cause she has foggy memory anyways, but after Tango leaves there comes a day not even a week after he's gone that she can't remember him or anything that happened in double life. She vaguely remembers some stranger passing through Tumble Town, but she can't put a face to them.

Once Tango realizes he can visit the Empires server whenever he wants (headcanon that he can move between any servers he has the address to, like dimension navigating I guess) he comes to see Jimmy, only to see that Jimmy doesn't remember him. She vaguely remarks that he seems familiar and she's visibly distressed about this, and Tango just assumes that whatever erased her memories the first time did it again. And seeing Tango's face doesn't bring them back this time because the server is working harder to keep her from remembering. So Tango just guides her through double life and slowly she starts to be like Oh I remember that, didn't [thing] happen too? And eventually she remembers everything and feels bad that Tango had to remind her who he was, but Tango assures her he knows it isn't her fault and he doesn't mind having to refresh her.

And of course this isn't the last time, almost every single time Tango visits he needs to remind her, he eventually starts doing things like leaving books or pictures for her to read when she forgets. And Tango never complains when she forgets again because he knows that she would remember him if she could and he cares enough to put in the work.

It's sort of literally just 50 first dates (very important movie to me <3) but I love it anyways it's so sad but cute and kind of shows how dedicated these guys are to each other and just how much they'll put in to make sure they aren't taken apart again <3

AWWW THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE <3333

Like askdhdsk the idea of the server itself rewriting her very code so she forgets everything and never breaks her Sheriff character only to have Tango "I feel like we'd find each other in any universe" Tek come strolling in and manually walking Jimmy through their life so she can remember who he is?? Fucking GOLD bro, absolutely heartbreaking shit.

By any chance have you read "There's Not a Word Yet" by Pixiemage? :3