#i'm so excited for her to get out of there and flourish with people that actually enjoy being around her

[dayqyeen]

controversially, I don't believe that nuala and cerridwen are elain's friends more than they are her bodyguards. they're friendly of course but rhys has them close to her to keep her safe and protected first and foremost (there's also the fact that sjm never develops important relationships, friendship or otherwise off page) which is something that doesn't BOTHER elain, necessarily, but I know she's envious of her sisters and the close bonds they've formed.

[the-internets-girlfriend]

Secrets in Doncaster: Part 4 - George Clarke

George Clarke x Y/N (1700+ words)

A soccer Saturday in Doncaster is spent laughing and drinking with friends... and the occasionally minion. However, can a secret go viral?

warnings: alcohol consumption, creating bets, swearing, a grumpy minion.

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"As we go into a Weatherspoons with a camera crew."

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The minute we sat down at our next pub, we were swarmed - by fans, locals, people just trying to figure out what the fuss was about.

Chris had suggested finding a secluded table in the corner for a bit of privacy - but if there was one thing we didn't get, it was that.

The crowd grew larger, the space between them and our table shrinking until it was hard to even push my chair back from the table.

"This is a bit mental - isn't it?" Arthur Hill said, as he, Chris, and I huddled into a tight circle over the table, the camera pointed at us.

"Yeah, this is a bit insane." Chris replied, glancing around with a look that was hard to read - but he definitely didn't look thrilled about being boxed in like this.

"This lady here thought I was George Clarke." Arthur added, nodding toward the girl as she spoke at Isaac.

"I mean, that's a compliment." Chris replied.

"Well hello to my new man." I joked, the tipsiness creeping back into my body after two drinks had already disappeared since we arrived. to my body as I have already finished two drinks since we had arrived.

"Oi! No love - you're still with me. The real George." George says, appearing at my side and tugging me away from the huddle I was leaning into. He pulled me firmly back against him, slipping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close.

"Talk to me clarkester - how we doing?"

George exhales like he's about to launch into something deep. "I was getting on to a good level..." he starts, but Chriss suddenly swoops in, adjusting the camera with a dramatic flourish and muttering about how George is halfway out of the frame.

"Sorry, sorry - can't be cutting off the star of the show," Chris gins.

George rolls his eyes, but faces the camera anyway. "There's just been so many fan encounters; I'm feeling a bit big-headed, to be honest."

He says it with mock arrogance, but there's a flicker in his eye - half joking, half-exhausted.

I lean closer to George, voice lower, slurring just slightly as the alcohol buzz swirls through me, "well, I know something else that's big..."

George freezes for a split second - then his head whips around, eyebrows raised.

Chris lets out a spluttering laugh before nearly choking on his drink.

"Woah! Hey, hey - this is still a PG channel!" Arthur Hill cackles, already egging the moment on.

Isaac beams in at this current moment, "mate nah it isn't - but Y/N woah."

George glares at me playfully, his hand giving my shoulder a quick squeeze, "babe, what has come of you?" He mutters under his breath, lips twitching into a barely concealed smile.

I shrug unapologetic, "not my fault the truth slipped out."

His gaze lingers on me for a beat too long. I can feel it. See the corner of his mouth twitch, fighting a smirk.

"Behave." He says.

"Yes please behave, Y/N, "Chris says, turning the camera slightly and fixing me with a mock-stern glare. "Editing these videos to hide your relationship is getting harder and harder."

"About that -" George starts, his hand still resting lightly on my shoulder.

Before he can get another word out, Becky lets out an excited shriek from the end of the table, practically bouncing in her seat.

"OH MY GOD! My babies are finally going to tell the fans!" She yells, clapping her hands together.

The boys crack up laughing, Arthur Hill pretending to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Well babe - you did announce he had a girlfriend to fans earlier." I state the obvious at the girl with a grin on my lips.

"It's a beautiful moment, lads..." Isaac begins before a cough emerges from Becky, "- and Becky and Y/N. True love...exposed under the blinding lights of Doncaster's finest pub."

I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks - and for once, the red isn't from the alcohol. But I'm grinning too much to care, the excitement buzzing under my skin.

George chuckles low under his breath, the sound rumbling though his chest as I feel the vibrations against my body. George turns to face Chris. "So don't worry, mate - you can leave it all in. We're planning to announce it before the video goes up anyway."

Chris raises his eyebrows, looking between the two of us like he's just been handed pure gold for his video - already imagining how much the fans will love the George and I content.

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I don't remember much of what else happened at the Weatherspoons pub.

All I remember was Becky, Arthur TV, and Isaac each buying a round in celebration of George and me, and the crowd of fans around us growing even bigger - louder, messier, and somehow even more excited.

The fresh air outside the pub hit my face like a slap - cold and sharp, sobering me up slightly but not enough.

I clung tighter to George's arm, pressing my body against his - partly for warmth, but mostly because I wanted to be close to him.

George glanced down at me, checking to make sure I was okay. I felt the slight shift of his body and looked up with pleading eyes, my body already starting to shiver from the chill.

He didn't even need to ask. Without a word, George shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders.

I wasted no time slipping my arms through the sleeves and zipping it up, a wave of comfort washing over me as I breathed in the familiar, comforting scent of him.

Thanks, Georgie," I said, tipping my head up toward him, lips puckered in an exaggerated pout, silently asking for a kiss.

George chuckled at my drunken antics. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me up slightly and pressed his lips to mine - soft, warm, and everything I needed.

We hear a loud scream from behind us - causing us to pull away from the kiss, and turn to see fans making their way towards us. We make haste to catch up to the group; George joining Chris up front, and myself walking alongside Becky.

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Somehow, Becky, Jess and I find ourselves separated from the group.

And, well... it might have been my fault.

I'd spotted a street vendor selling sweets, and - being the hopeless sweet tooth that I am - I had to stop and grab a little treat.

As I walked alongside the girls, pulling at my red licorice - we had the aim to catch up with the group.

And once again, we find ourselves distracted.

And, well... it might have been my fault... again.

I was stopped by a fan and her friend. The fan was a teenager, and she caught me completely off guard - I hadn't even seen her approach, too busy being distracted by my sweets.

She beams up at me, practically bouncing on the spot. "Can I get a quick picture?" She asks, phone already in hand.

"Of course!" I say, trying not to drop me sweets as I shuffle closer to her, Jess laughs from behind me, offering to hold my bag and take the photo as the two girls group in closer to me - ready to take the photo.

All three of us show a big smile as the flash goes off.

"Thank you so much!" She says, clutching her phone to her chest like it's the crown jewels.

"Of course! I'm always happy to meet a fan, are you a reader too then?" I ask, the fan quickly nods her head with eagerness - making a smile come to my face.

Before anything else can be said, her friend speaks up shyly, "actually Y/N do you have a book recommendation? I really want to get into ready like you and my friend, but I don't know where to start."

My whole face lights up instantly - suddenly zeroed in on the conversation, the buzz of the alcohol giving me excited confidence, "OOOH! Yes of course, wait - tell me first! What are your favourite shows or movies? Like, give me the vibe you."

The friend grins nervously, thinking for a second, "um... I love To All the Boys I've Loved Before... and also 10 Things I Hate About You is my favourite of all time. And I watch Heartstopper like, way too much."

I almost squeal right there on the spot. "Oh my god, you're going to LOVE this book then!" I say, practically vibrating with excitement - as I heard Becky and Jess chuckle from behind me.

"You have to start with Better Than the Movies by Lynn Painter - it's literally like if all those favourites you just said had a baby. It's romantic, funny, and has the perfect slow-burn, butterflies-in-your-stomach vibes."

The two girls grin at each other. The friend immediately starts typing the title into her phone as I keep rambling, too excited to stop.

"It's about childhood crushes and unexpected love, and the banter is so good you'll be grinning the whole time. Plus it's super easy to read - and oh there's already a sequel out."

"Thank you so much!" She says, practically beaming as well.

"No worries! And oh if either of you girls need anymore recommendations - just send me a message on Instagram and I'll remember you two. Happy reading!" I beam, waving as they scurry back toward the crowd, still chatting excitedly.

Jess nudges me with a smirk. "You were more excited about that than they were."

"Books are serious business," I say dramatically, tossing a sweet into my mouth as Becky laughs.

I feel a buzz come from my pocket, and retrieve my phone from the jacket - seeing a message.

georgie clarkey hey babe, where abouts did you and the girl go?

I reply back to George, and he sends me a link of where he is, and the girls and I make our journey back to the group.

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I hope everyone enjoyed the part, and finally witnessing Y/N talking to her fans. And I've also just realised I'm only half way through the Soccer Saturday YoutTube video, so there will be a few more parts to come alongside my second series Bittersweet Memories soon!

See you next time with a grumpy minion,

mwah x

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taglist x

@wherethezoes-at @tomsparkyr @dopeysunflowers @cuntessaiii @magicalfurykoala @kisses-for-you @rreaperes @lazywonderlandfestival @swiftlyjo @tyna-19 @swizzlemynizzle @madforgeorge @bowielovesyou

[reverieblondie]

Raphael ravaging Haarlep while the incubus is wearing Tav's form?

You all are going to give me heart palpations with all these Raphael prompts in my box. This...this is one had me feeling A TYPE OF WAY! when I was rereading it, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Mouse

Raphael x Haarlep in Fem!Tav form

Word count: 1,995

Raphael is getting tired of Haarlep's little games; Raphael knows they have been with someone sneaking through his house. It's been days since he felt what he did, but when he demanded to know who, Haarlep wasn't willing to give away their secret…

"Aww, still refusing to play with me…" Haarlep coos in Raphael's ear. 

Raphael rolls his eyes, closing his book. He turns to the incubus, smirking on their knees, tail wagging eagerly. Taking a long breath, Raphael casts his book aside. "From my understanding, you have been getting in lots of playtime."

"Still irritated by that? Raphael, jealousy is not a good look on you." 

"Not jealous; I just don't like when people go through my things. Or when my things won't tell me what they have been doing…" 

Haarlep pouts, "So I'm being punished all because I made her a promise…" Raphael's eyes widen at the slip; Haarlep shrugs, looking away with a smirk. "Oops…" 

Before Haarlep can slide away, Raphael grabs Haarlep's hair and pulls them close. "Looks like you slipped…and if it's who I think it is…you better show me."

Raphael let's go and let's Haarlep get off the large bed. Then with a glimmering flourish, Raphael watches as his form disappears in the bright light to be replaced with…hers, "Mouse…" He can't help but feel completely entranced by the view of Tav's body beautifully bare to him. Sliding off the bed, Raphael takes everything in; that feeling, that sweet shiver of arousal, was from you. Little mouse… running around his house. Was she looking for him or something else? Raphael feels his heart racing at every thought, but then there is an unfamiliarity with the circumstances of what this means. A storm swirls through him: anger at you sneaking into his house, jealousy that Haarlep got to taste his mouse before he could take a bite, and excitement at what he can do for payback that will make you stir. 

Haarlep sees the storm brewing behind Raphael's brown eyes; they feel so satisfied with themselves, watching Raphael crumble from seeing your form.

"What's the matter? Surprised Raph-"  Raphael's hand is covering their mouth before they can finish. 

"I want you to talk like her…What did she say, do?" 

Raphael removes his hand slowly, and Haarlep lifts a brow before clearing their voice and speaking, "Well, this is a change, Raphael…" 

Raphael feels a shiver of heat go down his spine, It's that sweet voice he has been playing in his mind on a loop. It's like you're actually here, with him in his house of hope. All he can think now is how much he wants to ravage your body, to make Tav feel like he does…

Like Haarlep could read his mind, they reach out to him, your soft hands running up his silk robe, tracing his chest. Fingertips touching the hair of his partly exposed chest. "Feels like a man…" Haarlep drops their hands to pull the robe's tie, letting the silk material slip off him. His cock already stiff making Haarlep chuckle, "But I know what lies underneath."

A deep growl can't help but rumble deep within Raphael's chest. A burst of bright flames surrounds him, changing him into his cambion form, now towering over Tav's body. Raphael's large hand cups your face so softly and delicately, making the fantasy feel even more real to him. Leaning down, he whispers in Tav's ear, warm hand caressing their skin, Breathing hot in their ear, "Tell me what happened, every detail…" 

Haarlep grins and wraps their arms around Raphael's neck, "She was blushing so beautifully. Your sweet little mouse, she wanted to know how your kisses felt, sweet really…" 

Raphael slowly moves his hot hands down, tracing your delicate neck, "You cruel thing. You probably laughed at her…" 

Raphael brings his lips to kiss along your jaw, pulling your form closer to press against his erection. Closing his eyes, he focused on Haarlep imitating your breathing; it's perfect… It's like you're really here. 

"Of course I did; the way she pouted was quite pathetic. I, of course, kissed her with all kinds of passion; little mouse's toes were curling from that alone." 

Raphael grabs Haarleeps face and presses his hot lips to Tavs glossy soft ones, Haarlep plays the part perfectly imitating how timidly you had started in the kiss till finally Rapheal is pushing his eager tongue through the seam of your lips letting himself guide and get drunk on the feeling of your tongue against his. Breaking from the kiss, Raphael looks down at your smirking form. Raphael starts roaming his hands over your curves, his lips kissing and sucking against your skin as he slowly descends, listening to Haarleps hums. 

“You really like her…don’t you…” Raphael pauses, his lips pressed to your hip bone. He darts his hot tongue to taste the sweat on your skin before speaking, "Shut up…" 

Haarlep caresses Raphael's cheek, "look at you… You're practically on your knees for her…a mortal…" 

Raphael lets out a growl before tossing your body to his bed. Haarlep giggles as they bounce against the bed, eating up the rise they are getting from Raphael. Sitting up on their elbows, they watch as Rapheal crawls to your body, glowing eyes looking like those of a predator. Before Haarlep can say another taunting word, Raphael grabs your ankle, flipping Haarlep around to their stomach. Haarlep adjusts to their knees as Rapheal enjoys the view of your ass in the air and your cunt so slick. Raphael groans to himself, mouth watering at the sight. "I intend to devour her…"

"Oh, I bet…" 

Raphael lets out a small chuckle before leaning into your puffy cunt, placing a chaste kiss on your clit, letting his tongue slip to your dripping entrance gathering your want on his burning tongue. He relishes in the taste for a moment before pulling back and swatting your ass, making Haarlep jump. 

"Can she feel me…" 

Haarlep arches their back more slightly, swaying their ass, "I'm sure she is trembling as we speak…" 

Raphael smirks, amused, as he slowly strokes his cock, groaning at the thought of you currently at your camp, hiding away in your tent, touching yourself. Leaning over your form, his hot cock nudging between your slick folds as his velvet voice whispers in your ear. "Show me how she sounded…" 

Haarlep mickes your soft moans, “M-more…Please…I want to feel it AH~” 

Raphael moves his cock faster between your folds, getting coated in the beautiful cyprine weeping down from your cunt. The tip of his cock kissing your clit with every mind-numbing nudge, his precum sticking to your cute little clit mixing in with your arousal. Raphael takes his thumb and gathers the sweet release before he pulls Haarlep up by your hair and slathers it to their lips, feeling Haarleps eager tongue licking and sucking on Raphael's thumb, moaning for more, and they rub your ass further on their master's groin. 

Raphael pushes Haarlep back down; they mimic your panting breaths and your soft moans while they shove two fingers into your pretty little slit. Raphael swats away their hands before slipping his cock in you in one swift motion. It's so fucking wet and snug, his mouth waters at the thought of you right now…so full of him and so frustrated…are you rubbing your cunt on your pillow? Fingering yourself with two fingers trying so hard to reach those deep spots…Poor mouse, he would help you; you're his favorite, after all. 

Rapheals rolls his hips as he digs his nails into your waist, pulling to his tip and then slamming you back down, relishing in how Haarlep gasps for air every time. Their cunt squeezing him with every thrust. "R-Raphael, ah~ I'm so so full!"  

Raphael smirks as he leans down, keeping his pace, "Mmm, My mouse said that?" he questions Haarlep as he places kisses down your spine, his hands moving to your breast to pinch your nipples and tug roughly to get Haarlep to answer. 

Haarlep chuckles and bites their lip, "Well, substitute the name, but yes…I fucked her tight cunt stretching it to your cock, S-she st-studders, and ah~ Ah~ cries when F-fucked!" Rapheals rhythm speeds up, and his grip tightens. Your noises, your voice, he wants it for himself; he wants to witness your flushed face, your bouncing breast as he reclaims you for his own. Haarlep had you; now it's his turn; he will make the incubus watch from the side, then make them lick up your messy cunt when he spills his seed in you. 

The thought of your puff cunt dribbling out his thick seed is all he can think of as he keeps slamming his cock into your gummy walls. He wants to go deeper, abuse your cunt till your womb is opened for him so he can fill you up, "Gonna fill you up…fuck my spawn into your tight cunt…keep you full forever." Your pussy has his cock in a vise grip as his cock throbs his rutting driving deeper into you. Though he is pounding your pussy,  his hands turn to more caressing. His hands roam over your perfect form, your skin like silk, your sweet smell he wants to always have lingering on him, then your voice, crying out his name and moaning so cutely, it's better then any composition he's heard before.

Raphael feels his cock nudging against your would-be cervix; he brings his hand around to your stomach, where he feels his cock. Pressing on it, he groans from the feeling and your fucking mewing. That's when Haarlep starts to feel Rapheals veins pulsing on his cock, the sensation warming your velvet walls and threatening the release of their arousal to flood against his cock, though Haarlep knows better than to cum before Rapheal wants it…

As Rapheal's pace gets sloppy, so does his breathing, and so does his mind…

“My Mouse…you feel like perfection…” He licks against your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as his fingers come to rub against Haarlep's swollen clit, so sticky from your fluids flooding over them. 

"Rapheal, M-My devil…Ah, please..ah, please!" 

Raphael growls at the sounds of your begging, fuck, he wants to hear it endlessly, your sweet submission as he finally ravishes you fully. "Cum for me…let it wash over you…let me feel it…"

With a loud cry, your fucking your hips back onto him as you feel the overwhelming heat rushing through your veins of your orgasm.  Raphael cums right after you, his cock throbbing as it pushes out his thick cum deep into you. He groans and steadily tries to catch his Breath as his length stays buried within you. Whisper praises are sung into your skin before he slowly pulls out of you, his hand rubbing your stomach tenderly as he does. 

Raphael wraps his arms around your small form and brings you to his chest, his nose buried in your hair as the smell of the sex slowly starts to dissipate from the boudoir. In this moment of peace, he begins to feel your body shake, followed by a familiar laugh. It's still your body but no longer your voice from the vessel. Haarlep smirks, looking up at the devil, "So tender for the little mouse… I'm sure she would be very receptive to your…cuddling." They can hardly get through the sentence before bursting with laughter. 

Raphael goes to say something as he pushes Haarlep away when he senses something…a visitor? Haarlep goes to continue their teasing when Raphael slams his massive hand over their face shhing them. 

Everything is quiet for a moment before the sound of loud crashing and slamming doors comes from the halls. "Where are they!" your voice yells through the house. Haarleps' eyes widen in delight as Raphael watches the door in anticipation…his tail slightly swaying in excitement…. It looks like they made you hot and bothered, perfect.

[666thtoolofhell]

That Kingdon slow burn is coming 😭😭😭 all I think it’ll take for Patrick and Taylor to get on board is Langdon separating or divorcing cause wdym Taylor says she thinks Mel will probably be one of the only people not judging him 😭

I just listened to the whole interview and here are some bits that weren't transcribed to the written version:

The reaching up and tapping of the door header on their way to STEMI wasn't in the script - it was all Patrick and Taylor. Patrick would always do it and Taylor thought it was funny and "boy-ish" and copied him to tease him. She didn't even think they'd keep it in the actual episode.

Apparently all the staff will be behaving as if nothing out of the ordinary happened and one of them isn't suddenly not there anymore, just going about things as normal without even touching the subject and sidestepping the Langdon-shaped hole in the room, and Mel will be surprised at not seeing him and then very confused about the whole thing. (Until the reason why is eventually explained to her, I assume. Since she won't be judging him upon his return she'll have to be in the know regarding the basics by then, no?)

Mel will be genuinely excited when Langdon comes back next season, very much like she was when she saw him again after he'd been - unbeknownst to her - fired and away from the ED for a short while. (Imagine if the joy and enthusiasm were to be proportional? If she was that elated after he'd been gone for an hour, how would she react after ten months? Fic writers, you know what to do.)

That man needs to be at the very least separated and in talks of divorce if not already signing those papers by July 4th. We won't survive the slowly burning colleagues to friends to lovers wrapped in soulmatism these two are bringing to the table. [wishful thinking]

I have no real expectations except for the powers that be to continue to focus - as much as possible with the time allotted to them as characters and as a duo - on their wonderful bond and dynamic, still partnering them up for cases as well as for breaks and significant downtime moments, letting their wholesome relationship progress further, growing and flourishing as naturally as it did during the first season.

Since Langdon is going to return fully believing he's failed her and that he's no longer deserving of her trust I foresee Mel disabusing him of that silly notion so thoroughly and so fast he won't know what hit him. Mel treating him the same, without disappointment or betrayal or pity in her eyes, still wanting to work closely with and learn from him? Being supportive and there if and when he needs someone? Just being unapologetically herself in all the ways that immediately drew him to her in the first place? That is going to be a huge help and relief for him, I think, and ease his reintegration into their workplace and team if only a little bit.

I'm hoping their friendship solidifies as something that isn't exclusive to the hospital and that we'll get a teeny tiny blink-and-you'll-miss-it hint that it'll extend into their personal lives. Something like Mel telling Langdon more about Becca and their parents; or him telling her about Abby, the dog, the kids. Sharing and commiserating. Getting to know each other better. Finding only acceptance and understanding. That'd be nice.

Baby steps.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Markets, Memories and Mistletoe (Ashley Sanchez x Reader)

Day 3! I'm in Prague woooo Christmas markets here I come, so it's only fitting this is the fic out today! Enjoy!

The festive lights of the Christmas market sparkled above as Ashley guided you through the bustling stalls, her eyes alight with excitement. She’d insisted you bundle up for the cold evening and surprised you with a trip to this holiday wonderland after training. Even with the chilly air and your glove covered fingers, she held your hand tightly, swinging it between you as you wandered into the heart of the market. There was something about being surrounded by the scents of roasted chestnuts, cinnamon, and pine that was utterly enchanting. The air was crisp, carrying the whispers of laughter from families bundled in scarves and mittens, their breath visible in the frosty glow of the lights. It was a symphony of winter's delights, a scene that painted the quiet joy of the season on every passerby's face.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she grinned, nudging you toward the food stands. Ashley’s excitement was contagious, and she led you straight to a vendor selling caramelized nuts. She bought a small paper cone of them, handing you the warm treat and leaning in to steal a few for herself.

“Good, right?” she asked, her mouth full as she looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Delicious,” you agreed, popping a few into your mouth. She watched your reaction with a grin, looking a little too pleased with herself.

The two of you drifted from one stall to another, Ashley pointing out everything from handmade ornaments to cozy scarves, stopping at almost every stand to admire the unique holiday trinkets. At one booth, a display of delicate, glass-blown ornaments caught her eye, and she insisted on getting one shaped like a tiny soccer ball to remember your night together. “It’s going on our tree,” she declared proudly, tucking it carefully into her bag.

As you strolled around the busy market, you came upon an outdoor ice-skating rink set up in the middle of the festivities. People of all ages glided across, bundled up and laughing as holiday music played in the background. Ashley looked at you with a raised brow, her hand tightening around yours. “What do you say? Up for a few spins?”

You both rented skates and made your way onto the rink. Ashley, naturally competitive, started off with a flourish, attempting to show off her skating skills by gliding backward with ease. But just a few seconds later, she lost her balance and wobbled, her arms flailing as she tried to stay upright.

“Need a little help?” you teased, reaching out to steady her.

“Who, me?” she grinned, pretending to regain her composure. “I’ve totally got this.” But her footing was far from steady, and as you held onto her hands, she finally admitted, “Okay, maybe just a little help.”

You spent the next few minutes holding hands as you made slow laps around the rink. Every time one of you wobbled, the other was there to stabilise and offer support, both of you laughing so hard that even the chilly air couldn’t keep you from the warm feeling it created. After a while, Ashley seemed to forget all about showing off and just focused on keeping up with you, her smile never fading.

When you finally made your way off the ice, cheeks flushed and out of breath, you both collapsed onto a nearby bench, catching your breath while you shared a cup of hot cocoa piled high with whipped cream. She handed you the cup to take the first sip, watching you with that soft, adoring look she always got when she thought you weren’t paying attention.

“Thanks for coming with me,” she said quietly, bumping your shoulder. “I don’t know… Christmas markets always seemed more fun with someone else.”

“Same,” you replied, bumping her back, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the hot cocoa. “This is perfect, Ash.”

After a few more sips of cocoa, she led you back into the heart of the market, where you spotted a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of the vendor stalls. Without missing a beat, Ashley glanced up at it, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she leaned closer to you.

“So… there’s some mistletoe right here,” she said, as if it were the most natural observation in the world.

“Oh, really? Didn’t notice,” you teased, feigning obliviousness.

She let out a playful groan, her hands on your shoulders as she guided you directly beneath the mistletoe. “Come on! It’s tradition!” She was laughing but blushing, her nose red from the cold and her cheeks from the teasing. Then, her voice softened, her hand brushing a lock of hair back from your face. “And besides, I want to kiss you.”

Without waiting for a response, she closed the space between you, her lips soft and warm against yours, making the bustling market fade into the background. It was a sweet, lingering kiss that left you both smiling like lovesick teens, right there under the holiday lights. Ashley pulled back slightly, her fingers still brushing against your cheek. Her eyes sparkled with more than just the reflection of the lights, they held a kind of quiet contentment that made your heart flutter. The sounds of the market seemed distant now, as if they were nothing more than background music to your own little world.

"See? That wasn’t so bad," she said, her voice teasing but soft.

You smiled, still feeling the warmth of her lips against yours. "You were right. Plus, I wanted to kiss you too."

Ashley grinned mischievously and nudged you with her shoulder. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

Before either of you could say anything else, a group of children ran by, their laughter contagious. They were bundled up in bright scarves and mittens, their energy spilling over into the crisp evening air. Ashley’s gaze followed them for a moment, a thoughtful look crossing her face.

“I used to come here every year when I was little,” she said softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “My parents would bring me, and we’d go ice skating and drink hot cocoa like we just did. It was always my favourite part of Christmas. It always feels like time slows down a little, like everything is a little bit brighter. I think that’s the magic of it all, you know, making those memories that last a lifetime. That you can look back on years later and be filled with that warmth that only happy memories can provide. Its why I wanted to do this, I wanted those memories to look back on with you too.”

You squeezed her hand, the simple gesture speaking volumes. “I get it. I feel the same way when I’m with you. Making memories wasn’t something I really had growing up but, I’m so glad I get to make them with you now. Thank you for always showing the light in life.”

Ashley’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away. The market, the cold, the holiday hustle, they were all just a quite murmur now. It was just you two, here making this, as perfect as can be, memory.

Her smile softened, and she leaned her head against your shoulder. “I’m really happy you’re here with me, you know? This feels like one of those memories I’m going to hold on to forever.”

Your heart swelled, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “I’m glad I’m here too, Ash. This is one of my favourite nights.”

There was a brief silence, comfortable and filled with the warmth only shared moments like this could create. Then, with a playful nudge, Ashley straightened up, her eyes twinkling once more.

“Alright, enough of the sappy shit," she said, grinning. "We still have a whole market to explore. And I haven’t even shown you the best part.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Best part?”

“Oh, yeah.” She pointed toward a stall in the distance, where twinkling fairy lights framed a giant gingerbread house. "You haven’t had the gingerbread cookies yet. Trust me, they’re legendary. You’ll be dreaming about them for weeks.”

Laughing, you followed her toward the stall, both of you slipping into the festive crowd. The cold wind still whipped at your face, but it felt far less biting now, with Ashley’s presence keeping you warm and the evenings possibilities stretched out before you.

As you approached the gingerbread stand, Ashley reached out, her hand brushing against yours once more. "Let’s make this night unforgettable,” she said, and her grin was the only invitation you needed.

[utilitycaster]

Bells Hells Level Up: Level 14

FUCK IT WE'RE DOING IT LIVE (I forgot to prep this well in advance like a press release as I am wont to do). Gonna be short, sweet, and as always if there are any factual errors let me know! If I simply did not list every single possible feat, spell, or other choice, that is because I did not wish to spend my wild and precious life doing that.

Chetney: With a 13th level in Blood Hunter he gets Brand of Tethering, which is GREAT for making people (Ludinus) not be able to leave. He can also use Blood Maledict 3 times per rest now. Looking ahead: I'm assuming he's sticking with Blood Hunter (or Blood Nutter as the case may be); at L14 he gets advantage on saving throws against being charmed or frightened, and a new crimson rite. He has flame and frozen, and L14 unlocks necrotic, psychic, and thunder options. Their enemies are often immune to psychic but honestly he can just use fire so. Live your best life, Chet.

Laudna: I support waiting to see how the ritual goes! If she levels in Warlock she gets an ASI/Feat (War caster wouldn't hurt; bumping up INT or WIS wouldn't either though my vote, as always, is for INT), another known spell, and continues her quest as Cantrips Georg. If she levels in Sorcerer she also gets another cantrip, as well as another known spell, and I think she should get a 3rd metamagic option but she seems to already have three? Anyway my vote is for Careful Spell. I'll hold off on further speculation until said ritual has completed.

Dorian: Two more spells! Magical secrets, ie, whatever the fuck he wants (true to my name my vote is spending at least one on Counterspell, but go nuts on the other) He also no longer has to burn his inspiration dice on flourishes, though he only gets a d6 rather than his full d10. Looking ahead: He gets 8th level spells of which Mind Blank might be wise given this campaign; he also gets a d12 inspiration die.

Braius is already level 14, thank you Braius.

Fearne: Ok I respect the ASI push but Transport via Plants would be real clutch sometime soon. With that said Dorian or Imogen could take Teleport or they can just hang out with Essek for a while longer. Anyway, as an Arcane Trickster she gets an ASI and another L1 spell; she's been keeping it utility-focused which is smart because her INT score is not high. The ASI move, in my opinion, is bump up INT and CON by one, but she could also benefit from War caster. Looking ahead: As said, take L11 Druid, get 6th level spells, profit.

Imogen: Revelation in Flesh is upon us; I assume it will be electricity themed rather than the traditional Aberrant Mind option which appears to be "cursed axolotl"-themed. This means she can use sorcery points to make herself fly OR swim/breathe water OR see invisible creatures OR squeeze out of tight situations. Looking ahead: 8th level spells next level! Incendiary Cloud seems to be on-brand but Power Word Stun OR Sunburst (miss you Ayden) are both pretty fantastic.

Orym: Fighters get a zillion ASIs, as always; Sentinel might be fun but he could also bump his CON to 16 (if he does this...I must admit I'm warming on the idea of Orym Paladin and wouldn't scoff at a CHA 13 bump either), achieve Chetney-like intellect with an INT bump, or take any number of feats. I am pretty boring with feats honestly so I'm excited to see what Liam picks but I have no good ideas. Looking ahead: At L15, he gets two more maneuvers, which I will definitely look up before they hit L15; he also gets a free superiority die if they roll initiative while he is fully tapped. Fighters: they are unstoppable.

Ashton: It's a path feature! I have no idea what the fuck will be up with that but I'm looking forward to finding out, which, coincidentally, will give us the full picture of Path of Fundamental Chaos! Looking ahead: They get persistent rage at L15, which will make them even harder to knock out, a thing that is already very difficult to do.

[tonixe]

ਏਓ ` caged

``a/n: I'm back, guys I won't ever leave trust. But update I'm still obsessed with Coriolanus Snow, he is so hot, and sexy and I wanted him to degrade me. Tom Blyth is still my celebrity crush and I just wanted to write smut.

warning: p in the v, penetration, coquette style, lolita, objectification, exhibitionism, mirror sex, choking non-con to dub-con, and creampie. *** may be classified as dark content. (proofread??)

pairing: pervert!coriolanus x nymphet!reader

word counter: 3.1k

You were Sejanus's adoptive sister, you used to live in the district, specifically around District 6. His mother found you around the street, in an alleyway. You remembered cold, hungry, and almost dying from a cold you caught. You were unable to buy food or clothes with the low funds you had, resulting in stealing from people and food stalls.

Their family was your saving grace, being an orphan was hard being kicked out from an orphanage due to the high population rate there, no food, water, or clothes, no reason. Mostly Mr. Plinth who was a kind man indeed. He began to be your father, though he wasn't biological, he cared for you as your own, and you were happy for him to be your dad. From living on the streets to a place in the capitol. You would have never thought of ever seeing the clean capitol floors or walls, or even seeing the wonderful food on the table with the elegant style and decorum.

It took you some time for you get with and normalize yourself with the Plinth family. You couldn't use the word mom or dad, even father or mother because you didn't feel like you fit in always using Mr or Mrs with them.

You had to practice it yourself, hopefully make them your own traits of carrying yourself with elegance and suave. Mr Plinth hired a teacher to help you practice it, which you were grateful for. Even landing a spot in the capitol's academy, attending it with your older brother, Sejanus. Everything felt surreal to you, feeling yourself still in a dream looking in the mirror as you wore the blood-colored uniform, clipping a pink-colored butterfly hairpin in your hair to finish your pristine ponytail, fitting the appearance of a spotless uniform.

Though you were from the district, you managed to hide yourself from your origin, even with the relationship that people knew that you had with Sejanus. Everyone seemed to be more favorable towards you than him, flocking your desk before the professor came and class started. Talking to you, children from the rich, and the wealthy wanting to be your confidante. Your popularity rose from the ranks, and you were able to have a flourishing status in the academy. A person with good grades, elegance, and filled with poise.

The bell rang, and you took your books holding them close to your chest, walking out of the classroom. Hearing some footsteps coming closer to your walking form, your eyes flickering to Arachne. "So, are you excited for reaping day, it's in almost a month," She said, as you listened to her in response, nodding your head. Your heart starts beating faster as you hear of reaping day. Everything about reaping day triggered things in you, especially back living in the district. You heard of it, people going missing and plucked from their homes to be fighting in an arena for entertainment. You gulped, nodding to her words. "Yeah, it going to be a ball there, I wonder whats going what new things are going to happen, especially with Dr. Gaul" You replied, "Well, she knows how to entertain and put on a show," Aranche said, you guys simultaneously went into the dinning hall.

As you guys got some lunch being served, before you stopped in your steps, "What happened?" Arachne asked, as she stopped with you, "I'm going to sit with my brother" You stated, gesturing to him sitting alone, before she grabbed your biceps, "You're going to sit with him, Sejanus?" Arachne asked incredulously, "—Are you serious?" Aranche questioned, "Yes? Is there a problem?" You asked, cocking your eyebrows to the side, feeling Arachne's hands leaving your bicep before she walked away from you. As you walked to the table where Sejanus was sitting, another person was sitting next to him.

He was familiar to you, with curly blonde hair. He hung out with your brother often, his name was Coriolanus Snow—right? You continued to walk to the table, Sejanus's eyes flickered toward you, "Y/N, come join us!" He said that got the attention of the blonde man sitting next to him, you nodded, placed your tray on the table, and sat down on the chair that was across from Coriolanus.

"Oh, Y/N this is Coriolanus" Sejanus said, gesturing to Coriolanus, "Yes, how can I not, he's infamous at the academy" You smiled at the man who was staring at you, and he gave you a small smile before he went back to Sejanus, "So, is this your sister?" Coriolanus asked, "Yes, she little younger than us. I think a Junior, right Y/N?" Coriolanus just nodded at the statement.

Coriolanus was in awe of your appearance, he had known Sejanus for some time but never knew he had a sister as well. Your h/c and your eyes contrast with your smooth skin, enchanting your beauty, and your cute nose. He wonders what you would look like underneath the red uniforms, and how much your curves would show, trying to brush off the dirty, vulgar thoughts of his 'friend' little sister.

There were some talks about you especially among his male peers, mostly the vulgar gossip about how you would look bare, especially when your name was mentioned to Festus. He would always talk suggestively about you, though he didn't like Sejanus at all, he did like his sister. He was a hypocrite in his own words...he didn't like how men were looking at you and talking to you, suggestively, he actually hated it with a weird sense of rage every time your name was mentioned from someone's lips.

He attentively stared at you as you talked to Sejanus, your delicate fingers taking the ladle and dipping into the soup and putting it towards your dainty lips, drinking it. He watched as the soup went down your delicate throat, and gently put it back down. Everything you did was gentle and purified, you were an uncorrupted version of what came out of the capitol, that he wanted to protect.

"Coriolanus?" his eyes darted to voice, which was you, "is everything okay?" you questioned, cocking your head cutely. "Mhm," he nodded, the way you pronounced his name with every syllable with your dulcet tone, it felt like something inside him broke when you looked at him with your soft e/c eyes. "So—how long did you know my brother" you asked, "About a decade now" He answered truthfully, "Oh, that's nice" You gave him a little smile,

"Any hobbies, or such?" You asked, He found it cute that you asked him all the conversation starters in the book, it was adorable that you wanted to know more about him, and the hidden blush dusted on your cheeks. "Hunting" He answered, "I also enjoy hunting, what is your favorite season to hunt, I prefer spring to summer. You get to see all the flowers, fresh grass, and even baby animals" You exclaimed, ranting away as Coriolanus listened to your lovely voice.

He wondered how you would sound when your alone with him, but he couldn't stop his vulgar thoughts around you, it was always in his mind when he heard, saw, and listened to you. Made the blood rush all way to his dick. How embarrassing would it be to see his boner?

You and Coriolanus started hanging out more, spending more time together without Sejanus and you managed to form a relationship with him, becoming his friend but to his disdain he wanted more than a friendly relationship.

He would visit your home a few times but it was almost all for hanging out with Sejanus, but you didn't know that he only came to see you. You would greet him in one of your cute little pink lacy nightgowns, he found you precious at the informal act. The nightgown did hug your curves, it was something. that very something that got a rise out of him. Those rises that made him jerk off to you at night, the single thought of you with him alone and him stuffing you full with your pink lacy nightgown flipped over covering your face. Your soft-sounding, sweet mewls in his ears as he sinks himself into you, but it was only a fantasy as he spills himself on his hand, the thought of you taking all of his cum made him get aroused even more.

But this time Coriolanus had come back to your utter surprise, but what surprised you more was he wasn't with Sejanus at all, opening the doors to him, and nobody was home but you knew Sejanus was coming back in a few minutes or perhaps hours. "Oh, Coriolanus..Sejanus isn't here at the moment but you are welcome to come in—I think he'll be back in a few minutes" You said, opening the door to him as he walked in. You were still in one of your pink lacy nightgowns, and pink stockings, and your hair were in pigtails with pink bows on both of the sides.

You led him to the parlor room, "Would you like anything to drink? You asked, cocking your head to the side. "No, I'm alright." He answered, "You sure?' You questioned, he wondered if you act the same way if he were to marry you would you be a dutiful wife to him, making sure he's always taken care of—"Yes, I'm sure Y/N" he repeated, you nodded at him. "So, why are you here Coriolanus," you asked, "If you don't mind me asking, of course," you said, "To talk with Sejanus," he said, "Ohh". Coriolanus studies your appearance, the new jewelry that he noticed on your wrist, it wasn't something you would see in a jewelry store. It had a bunch of plastic rainbow loom-type beads on it. "What's that" Coriolanus gestures to your wrist.

You held the bracelet with your other free hand, "Oh, I made it myself" feeling your cheeks getting flushed, "Do you like it?" you asked, your eyes gleaming up to his. "It's...nice" He looked at your wrist, "Do you want me to make you one" you exclaimed clasping your hands with his, your eyes sparkling. He felt his face getting hot, his pale face being stained with a pinkish undertone, "Sure" He answered you, your hands wrapping with his as you grabbed him out of the sofa and led him into your bedroom.

He guessed rightfully on what your bedroom would like, it was all pink, and in different shades of pink to pastels to dark vibrant tints. There was a canopy bed with white sheets and pink lacey curtains, a vanity, and your room had pink cherry blossom wallpaper with pink roses, orchids, and carnations. It had a Victorian style to it, with windows that had lacey curtains with pink bows. His eyes darted to you as you were looking through your vanity trying to find the bracelet set. "You were actually the first person who complimented my bracelets before" you smiled to yourself, glancing back at him. "Well, I'm glad I was your first," He said, putting his hands into his pockets. You took out the bracelets from the chest you brought out. The golden, and pink box opens up with your delicate hands, taking out the charms in the compartment, sitting on your bed. "Sit" you patted right of you, as he sat down looking at the box on your lap.

He was wondering why you would bring a man into your bedroom, not even knowing his intentions at all. Your naive personality was worrying, but also adorable as you made a little bracelet for him, putting charms into the golden metal twine. A few minutes passed between you and Coriolanus, "I'm done" you smiled towards him, taking his wrist and putting the bracelet around it, Coriolanus looked at the bracelet with glee that it was made by you. He felt his heart pumping against his chest.

"It's cute," He said, the cool metal touching his arm before he turned his attention to you. "I'm glad" you smiled, your soft lips parting apart. Coriolanus felt something inside of him twinging, blood rushing down to his lower core. You felt his hands on your thigh, rising making you tense up, "Coriolanus what are you doing?" Your eyes darted onto his hands crawling dangerously up to your cunt. "Y/N" he called your name, as you got up quickly from him, "I think you should leave, Coriolanus" You held your hands backing up from him, and he got up too.

Walking towards you as you tense up, feeling your flight and fight senses kicking in. "You should leave...now" You flickered your eyes away from him, and every time he stepped closer you stepped back, the process continued still you hit your dresser. A set of panic coming in you, feeling his hand on your face. His body pressed into yours, "Your really beautiful when you're scared" he whispered, as he caressed your face.

"—You don't even know how long I waited for this" he finished, his arms trailing down from your face to your chest, as he fondled your chest, "Why do you wear these skimpy nightgowns when a boy comes around, like a common whore" he rolled the buds on your chest, as they hardened at his touch through your flimsy garment. You turned your head away, "Stop" you mewl out, feeling your legs getting heavy, his hand taking down the top of the nightgown revealing your breast on display for him. His hands were cold, groping your breast, feeling your cunt pulsing through your cotton panties.

"We should stop now– please" You choked out, putting your hands on his shoulders, you felt a weird sensation through your body. "Why, feels like you're enjoying it" he whispered, "Haah~" you whined, closing your eyes shut. His hands flipping up your nightgown, your hands darted to his, "We should stop, please, it's wrong" you plead, your doe eyes looking at his cold irises.

This look made him feel even more aroused, he ripped off your nightgown making you squeal so cutely, displaying your cute flimsy pink panties before he flipped you against your dresser. He took off your pink panties looking at the wet patch on them, as your ass made contact with his crotch. "Fuck" your eyes making contact with your mirror at the assault happening on the backside of you. He unbuckled his belt, the jingling sounds making you nervous, your eyes glancing back to him at the sound. Your eyes widened at the size of his cock, feeling yourself tremble at the size, "Corio...that's not going to fit" your lip quivered, "Please—don't put that in" Your eyes getting watery, "It's going to be okay" you felt his hand rubbing on your curves, as he lines up against your slit. He rubbed against it feeling your slick against his cock.

Your breath trembled, as he slowly entered into you, and the pain simmered into you as tears pricked on your waterline, "Shh, it's almost all in" he caressed your waist, his finger trailing to your clit, rubbing the nub. His pelvis bottoming inside you, you gasped, putting your hands on your dresser and trying to steady yourself.

"Don't move..please" your chest heaved, your lips already looking bitten up and your cheek looking wet. But you knew he wasn't going to stop, he moved his hips, plunging himself into you, groaning into your ear. You looked at the mirror, watching his hips fucking into you, his pelvis colliding with you.

"Fuck.. you're tight" he growled into your ears, he slipped into your pussy, and the sloppy sounds of the thrusts sounded erotic, it was dirty. You felt his hands on your pigtails pulling you up, the pain on your scalp hurting, your back curved as he thrust into you. Your tongue lolling out, eyes rolling up, as Coriolanus looked into the mirror at your fucked out face, it was erotic and dirty. The painful sensation turns into a pleasurable feeling.

You felt something bubbling in your core, and thrust into you, feeling a wave of pleasure coming through you, liquid dripping down from your cunt. The sloshing of your cunt and his cock connecting you together. Your tits bouncing at the sudden thrust of him, you gripping the porcelain dresser. His mouth connects to yours into a sloppy kiss, while he enters into you.

Everything that was running through your body felt good, making you drool but you knew it was wrong in your pretty little head. It was wrong to be doing this with your brother's friend, sleeping with him. You felt dirty, but you craved his touch further.

Feeling yourself getting closer to your climax another rush of pleasure passes through your body making you tremble very so slight. His hands on your hips, as he rams into you with an animalistic pace. "It's too much" you whined, "You're doing so well, dear" he teasingly rubbed your clit, making you shudder.

"Corio" you mewl under your breath, as he abuses your clit further getting a rise out of you, he bends you over the dresser, the delicate silver handles digging into your stomach, his hips driving into you. Pulling on your cute pigtails, "Look into the mirror darling" Coriolanus growls into your ear, making you feel wet and aroused, you were embarrassed. "Look" he demanded thrusting into you harder, you obey. Your face flushed and your puffy cheeks stained with wet tears. Your tongue lolling out your mouth, panting like an animal.

"I'm close" he groaned, as he caressed your stomach, feeling his cock bulging in your stomach. "Not inside—please" you whined, feeling his teeth on your neck, leaving little bites blooming on your neck, his hands gripping your breast.

"How can I not, you look so adorable when you look at that" He pulled your face in, your face was messy, tears, snot dripping out of your nose, and drool coming out of your cute little mouth. He plunges into you, "Fuck—" he groaned, before feeling hot loads inside of you, making you tremble from the sudden warmth. "Haah~" you huffed before he released you from your pigtails, falling onto your dresser, panting.

Feeling the sudden warmth coming out from you, as he pulls out from you. Hot cum leaked out from you to the wooden floors, your eyes darting to the mirror looking at Coriolanus's tired form, listening to his footsteps as he came to you, rubbing your stomach gently. Your eyes hesitantly peek at him through the mirror,

"You did so' well" He whispers in your ear, combing your hair, with his fingers, being careful not to hurt you in the process as he plants a kiss on your collarbone to your neck. You should have known better than to trust people, some can be sick perverts because thank god Coriolanus was here to protect you. <3

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part 28)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Smut

The following day, and after a long evening with your best friend Nina, who ended up rather tipsy before you got back to Cillian's apartment, your final day of filming loomed ahead.

It was a going to be a busy day but, luckily for you, you only had a few mundane scenes to do before you finished filming your first ever movie while Cillian, on the other hand, had a day off, spending it with his daughters.

"Ciara, let's go," he said as, by around 10 o'clock, she was still lying in bed while Nina was in the livingroom nursing her hangover.

"I don't want to go anywhere," Ciara groaned, pulling the duvet over her head.

"Too bad. You have to get up," Cillian replied, rousing her gently. "We're going to that exhibition you wanted to see."

Nina shuffled into the room, her hair a tangled mess. "What time are we leaving?" she asked as Cillian still tried to get Ciara out of bed, who groaned, fighting against the sheets.

"In twenty minutes, tops," he announced, shouting back at Nina while he had his hands on his hips, staring down at Ciara.

"Well, I am not coming," Ciara mumbled, her voice muffled by the covers. "And I want to go home!"

"Home?" Cillian raised an eyebrow. "You okay?" he asked, concern lining his voice as he leaned closer, scanning her face for signs of distress.

"I'm fine," she muttered, finally peeking out from beneath the duvet. "I just...I want to go home.This trip is just too much," she declared and Cillian became a little more serious, leaning in closer, hands resting on the bed frame.

"You'll like the exhibition. Trust me," he encouraged with playful excitement.

"Fine," Ciara groaned, rolling her eyes as she kicked off the blankets, reluctant but unable to resist his enthusiasm.

"Just give me five minutes," she muttered, dragging herself to a sitting position, hair a chaotic halo around her face while Nina was almost up and ready to go.

She tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at the clock. "Come on, Ciara. We don't have all day," she urged, hands on her hips with a mock glare.

"I'm coming, alright?" Ciara grumbled, swinging her legs over the side of the bed while Cillian quickly rummaged through his backpack, searching for the tickets.

"Got 'em," he announced, pulling them out with a flourish, his grin infectious.

"Alright, ready when you are," Nina chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement, already imagining the day ahead while Ciara was still in a bad mood after what, unbeknownst to Cillian, she had witnessed last night when she sneaked out to go to the toilet.

Having been half asleep she saw Cillian and you getting uncomfortably close on the balcony and, whilst she did not catch you kissing each other, she saw how affectionate her father was with you, a sight that now planted a seed of confusion in her mind.

First, the earring in his bedroom and then the strange connection blossoming between you and Cillian for the past two days had her feeling unsettled.

It left her uneasy and more curious than ever. Was her mother right in accusing him of cheating and did you, her sister's best friend, have anything to do with her parents separating?

These were all the questions that now swirled in her mind as she prepared for the day ahead and the fact that her sister Nina was so oblivious to the turmoil brewing beneath the surface between you and her father only added to her frustration.

...............

Meanwhile, on set, you had a different battle unfolding as Shaheen approached you, pulling you aside with anger etched on her face.

"You need to be more fucking careful, Y/N. Both of you!" Shaheen's voice pierced through the empty room you were standing in, sharp as a knife.

"People are starting to talk, and it's not just whispers anymore," she warned you before telling you that, last night, you were seen by one of the crew members.

"Seen?" you asked, unsure of what she meant.

"Out on the balcony, looking quite cozy with Cillian," Shaheen snapped, crossing her arms.

Your heart raced. "That's not—" you began to say but Shaheen interrupted you.

"Spare me the excuses," she cut in, her gaze hardening. "You both need to keep this under wraps and you are lucky that it was only Lindsay who saw you. Next time it could be someone else who doesn't know how to keep their mouth shut," she warned, her tone a mixture of frustration and concern.

"You didn't tell anyone else, did you?" you asked, eyes wide as you search her face for betrayal.

"No, of course not," she replied, her voice steady, a steely glint in her eyes. "But you need to keep your head on straight and, as for Cillian, he really should know better," she warned, her brow furrowing.

"Shaheen, it's not like that," you protested, heat creeping up your neck.

"Do his daughters know?" she asked with concern and you shook your head, lowering your voice.

"No one knows. It's just... complicated," you explained, glancing around to ensure no one else overheard.

Shaheen's expression softened slightly.

"Well, three people on set know, including myself and Barry. None of us will spill the tea, but god if the Paps or Cillian's wife get wind of this, it will become a PR nightmare," she warned, her eyes narrowing.

"They are seperated," you reminded Shaheen as if it matted, but Shaheen did not care.

"I am aware, but this woman is trouble and Steven hates her guts," she warned, her jaw tightening.

"She had Annabelle Wallis fired after believing that Cillian had an affair with her," Shaheen continued, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret.

"That's absurd," you gasped, suprised that Danielle, whom you had known for years, could believe that she'd actually been cheated on by Cillian with another actress.

"Yes it is, but it's the truth and, trust me, you don't want to end up on her bad side," Shaheen warned, her eyes narrowing with intensity and you nodded, considering the weight of her words.

Your stomach twisted. "I will be more careful, I promise. We're just... figuring things out," you managed, your voice firm despite the anxious flutter in your chest.

Shaheen studied you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as if weighing your sincerity.

"I hope for your sake that this doesn't blow up in your face," she replied, her tone shifting to concern. "Because I really like you Y/N," she added and you nodded, feeling the weight of her warning.

"Thanks Shaheen," you answered, forcing a smile to mask the flutter of nerves twisting in your stomach before you were called back on to set and, it was after another intense two hours of filming and worrying about what Shaheen had told you that you texted Cillian, asking if he could meet you after the shoot.

Cillian, of course, agreed. He already knew what this was about and offered to come by at your apartment after his daughters had gone to sleep.

"Okay, I will stay up and wait for you," you texted back before making your way to the hotel complex to have a shower and settle down with a book in order to keep your mind off the upcoming conversation with Cillian.

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At around 11 o'clock, finally, a knock startled you, breaking your reverie.

You opened the door to find Cillian standing there, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway.

"Hey," he greeted, his eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign of distress.

"Come in," you replied, stepping aside to let him in and Cillian stepped inside.

"I know what this is about Y/N. Shaheen already called me today and shared her concerns," he said, but not looking worried at all as he approached you and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"And listen, we need to be careful, alright?" he murmured, his blue eyes locking onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your stomach flutter. "But Lindsay won't say anything and neither will Shaheen and Barry," Cillian said as he stepped closer, his hands resting lightly on your hips, drawing your attention back to the weight of his presence.

"How do you know?" you asked and Cillian's gaze intensified, an unwavering confidence gleaming in his eyes.

"Because I have known Shaheen and Lindsay for a very long time and, well, Barry... he owes me one," Cillian chuckled, his voice steady, confidence radiating off him and, of course, you believed him.

You took a breath, your heart fluttering as his warmth enveloped you.

"Okay, but lets just be more cautious then," you replied, meeting his gaze. "There's so much at stake," you said and Cillian's eyes softened, a flicker of understanding passing between you.

"I know and we'll figure it out together," he assured, stepping even closer before finally leaning in, brushing his lips against yours with a hesitant softness.

You leaned into him, the warmth of his body igniting a spark deep inside.

"I can't believe that I won't get to see you for three weeks now," you murmured against his lips, the bittersweet reality hanging between you as Cillian's forehead rested softly against yours, a hint of frustration creasing his brow.

"We'll make it work," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "We can always skype or text," he told you and you nodded, locking your eyes on his before you bit your lip, feeling a tug of frustration mingle with longing and desire as you pulled him towards you some more.

His lips hovered just above yours, breath mingling, anticipation electrifying the air around you.

"Since Nina and Ciara are asleep, I could stay for an hour or two if you like," Cillian's voice trailed off, his gaze searching yours, anticipation dancing in his blue eyes.

"I'd like that," you replied, heart racing as you stepped back. "Although, I just got my period this morning so, I guess that puts a limit on what we can do," you said almost shyly and Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting.

"That's fine," he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned in closer, brushing his thumb along your jawline. "I still want to be close to you, regardless," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

You caught your breath, pulse quickening, a smile breaking across your face as you leaned into him.

"So should we settle on the bed then?" you asked, your voice low and inviting.

Cillian's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a grin spreading across his face as he stepped back and pulled you gently towards the bed.

You crawled onto the soft sheets first, feeling the fabric against your skin as Cillian followed, settling beside you, facing your direction.

He caressed your arm lightly, his fingers skimming over your skin.

"So tell me, other than the confrontation with Shaheen, how was your final day today?" he murmured, searching your eyes, a spark of curiosity mingling with his warmth.

"Exhausting," you chuckled, nestling closer. "But the scenes I had left to shoot were pretty mundane," you continued, rolling your eyes.

Cillian chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on your arm. "Yeah I read them the other day," he said, his gaze steady on yours, radiating warmth, before he leaned closer and lowered his voice.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down your spine before his lips brushed against yours, lingering, igniting an all-consuming warmth.

"You aren't too bad yourself," you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips, the playful tension between you electric before you kissed him back.

Cillian deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in your hair, heat igniting between you.

"You know," he murmured against your lips, "I could just do this every day," he admitted and you pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, mischief dancing in your eyes.

"That might be a little difficult, but maybe we could plan a little getaway after you finish filming here," you proposed, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Just the two of us, hiding in a little cabin somewhere with some good books and records," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Cillian chuckled, the sound low and rich.

"Sounds perfect," he murmured, his gaze steady on yours as he leaned in closer, the warmth radiating from him sending a thrill through you.

"We could set a date for that. Just you and me, away from all this," he suggested, a playful glint lighting up his eyes.

You nodded, excitement bubbling within.

"Well, it's not that I have another job to go to after this," you teased, a smile spreading across your face.

"You will get that role in the play in Galway," Cillian assured you, his eyes sparkling with confidence.

"You think so?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, feeling the hope swell in your chest.

"Absolutely. You're too good not to get it," he replied, leaning closer, his expression serious. "And I could make a call if you wanted me to," he then suggested carefully but you laughed softly, shaking your head.

"Don't go pulling strings for me, Cillian. I want to earn it on my own," you told him and his smile broadened, warmth enveloping you in the intimate moment.

"I know," he replied, his gaze steady. "That's why I didn't bring it up before," he told you as he leaned in closer, your foreheads almost touching before you leaned in once more, kissing him softly, the world outside fading away as you continued like this for almost two hours, just talking, kissing and being close to one another.

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A Toast to Love and Family

Another day, another birthday celebration for Bonnie. Here's Day 2 of Bonnie being appreciated by the unexpected love of life. Consider Day 1 as the beginning of this series as these are all set in the same universe. I'm happy to introduce Ava Bennett-Mikaelson, her parents' pride, and joy. Read Part One

The former prom queen had never thought she would end up here, living a quiet life in New York with Klaus Mikaelson, of all people. After leaving Mystic Falls in the rearview mirror following her high school graduation, Bonnie never imagined that a secret romance with her greatest enemy would turn into something so… normal. They had kept their love hidden from their friends and family back home, knowing they’d never understand. But here they were, in the heart of the city, with a daughter, a home, and a new chapter they’d carved for themselves.

On this morning, Bonnie lay still beneath the covers, the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Her dreams had been heavy, the weight of her pregnancy making every movement a little slower. Yet, the sound of small feet scampering across the floor stirred her from her slumber.

“Mama’s still sleeping, Papa,” a small voice whispered, filled with both excitement and mischief. The daughter of Bonnie and Klaus was a perfect mixture of the two with her mother's eyes and her father's lips. Ava Bennett-Mikaelson tugged on Klaus’ sleeve, the monstrous man turned into a gentle giant for his child.

Klaus, standing in the doorway with a slight frown. “Breakfast? You wish for me to make breakfast?”

Ava’s face lit up, her energy too big for her small frame. “Yes, Papa! We have to surprise Mama on her birthday!”

"I’m hardly an expert in the kitchen, love.”

With a determined look, Ava handed him a tablet, her tiny fingers swiping. “We can learn, Papa! Watch YouTube with me!”

Chuckling softly, Klaus sat beside her on the couch in the living room. They found themselves watching a cooking tutorial—scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Simple, yes. But cooking was a language Klaus had never quite learned.

Lavender, Bonnie’s sleek, black cat crawled into Ava's lap. Ava giggled, her small hands gently petting Lavender’s back. “You’re so soft, Lavender,” she whispered. The cat stretched out and nuzzled against Ava’s hand.

Klaus looked over and saw Ava’s hands now covered in a thin layer of dark fur. He knew what was coming next. “Ava,” he called lightly, walking toward her. “You need to wash your hands before we cook."

“But, Papa, Lavender doesn't have germs! She's magic!”

Klaus chuckled, "No one wants to eat food with cat fur in it and magic can still have germs."

The kitchen became a symphony of chaos. The next thirty minutes were filled with flourishes of bacon grease and scrambled eggs flying a little too far from the pan. Ava giggled as she handed Klaus utensils. "I think Mama will love it, Papa!"

By the time Bonnie’s alarm clock went off, Klaus and Ava had managed to get enough food ready to fill a small army. Klaus looked at the mess they'd created and, despite the destruction, couldn't help but feel a little proud. Ava was ready to present their masterpiece. Klaus knocked on the bedroom door before entering, carefully balancing the tray in his hands.

Bonnie stirred as they entered, her eyes fluttering open. Ava immediately burst into song, singing “Happy Birthday” at the top of her lungs, off-key but full of joy. Bonnie blinked back the sleep, her heart swelling with happiness as a stray tear or two fell. She reached for her daughter, her breath catching in her throat as she pulled Ava into her arms. Her gaze flickered to Klaus, his expression unreadable but soft.

Ava’s face fell slightly. “Mama, are you okay? Why are you crying?”

Bonnie laughed softly, wiping her tears. “These are happy tears, sweetheart. Mama’s just so, so happy.”

Klaus set the tray on the bed beside Bonnie and leaned over to kiss her forehead, his hands gentle despite the uncertainty he'd felt about their cooking endeavor. “Happy birthday, sweerheart,” he murmured.

Bonnie smiled up at him. “Thank you, both of you. This is perfect.”

Ava beamed proudly. “We made it just for you, Mama! Papa helped me!”

Bonnie kissed Ava’s cheek, before turning to Klaus. Her voice dropped into a playful tone. “And later, when Ava’s at her sleepover… I’ll show you just how grateful I am.”

Klaus raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin. “I look forward to it.”

[ordowrites]

paparazzi

cw: D/s, B/D/S/M practices, maybe ooc?, modern day AU, minors dni, mdni, some choking, semi-public sex, Diluc is a brat tamer, some use of 'Sir', afab!reader, praise kink, breeding kink, breeding mention, semi realistic power exchange but not quite, oral (m.receiving), please let me know if i forgot to tag something, this is entirely self indulgent, established relationship, negotiated k!nk (off screen), not sfw, reader wears a dress, banter

ageless and blank blogs DNI. Do not post elsewhere.

word count: 2086

you two are a power couple, well loved by all - it is clear to the world diluc is enamored with you and you, him. most women desire him but oh, if only they knew what happens behind closed doors.

His arm is wrapped around your waist, hand at your hip and you look straight forward - hoping that the flashing of the lights won't blind you so much as the two of you slowly make your way down the red carpet. Paparazzi and news casters all clamor to ask questions, yelling out things in hopes of getting either your or your husband's attention. You sigh, this is the last place you want to be today but it's important to your husband to attend this party and you, the dutiful spouse, agreed to take some time from your own work to join him.

As a show for the paparazzi, your dearest husband gently grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him with those red eyes that always catch you off guard and entice you. Diluc is not one for such large displays of public affection but tonight, he seems to be in a very different mood. Perhaps it has something to do with your dress choice, low cut to give him a lovely glimpse of those breasts he loves to play with and a slit at the side of your leg, showing off a bit of a thigh garter you wear - it may look like a sexy fashion statement but its significance is not lost on either you nor Diluc.

When you had first put it on, he looked as if he was trying to not jump you before heading out. You had grinned and asked if he was alright, and how he had to catch himself and told you no. You love to tease him, after all, the more you tease, the more fun the night becomes. You’ve made it into a personal game to see how long you can tease him before he snaps and drags you off somewhere - he is, at heart, a wild and feral man. The bruises beneath your dress are a testament, how they flourish against your skin, how he always kisses each and everyone of those bruises afterwards. This man truly has your heart as much as you have his. 

He kisses you in no extra fashion, but it seems to get the crowd excited and shouting. Soon enough, Diluc is guiding you down the red carpet again. Your relationship is the envy of all, it is perfect on the outside. Every gossip magazine, every bit of celebrity following always brings the two of you up as the ideal couple. But oh, if they knew what happened behind closed doors, you wonder if the perception would be different.

"Mr. Ragnivindr, can you tell us about your latest invention?" Someone calls, and he stops walking again and looks at them. He inclines his head to you, a small frown on those plump lips of his and you think of better uses for his mouth than talking to someone.

"She's the brains behind it, she is, after all, the smart one." He answers. "I'm merely here to...indulge. In the future, please direct questions to her."

You blush and shake your head. "Oh, Diluc," you gently admonish with a soft giggle. "Don't be so humble."

"Is honesty being humble?" He returns as he kisses you again. All for show, and you realize that he brought you along just to show you off. "I am merely stating the truth, my beloved."

With that, he hurries the two of you inside - no longer wanting to interact with a crowd of faceless strangers. Inside is much quieter, with less flashing lights and people calling out. Everyone who are all big names are at this party, all wanting to social climb or make some sort of connection.

Socializing takes all of your battery with these folks, but you do it with ease and Diluc could not look prouder. Though on occasion, you do flirt with another guy or chat them up, laughing at horrible jokes. This is just a game the two of you play - you would never be unfaithful to Diluc, but you do like to rile him up. Get him to let go of that picture perfect image he tries to maintain.

You sip at the wine that is available and sigh. You stepped away from the crowds of people to get a breather - you're certain your face will break in half if you have to keep grinning. Man, how you long to be at home, curled up on the couch with a good book while some show plays in the background. (The other option is something you want to banish from your head, but your husband being in proximity does not help you in doing so.)

"This wine isn't very sweet," you murmur as you take another sip. "It's very disappointing."

"My apologies that what we have created does not meet your palate," Diluc says - you're uncertain if he's being sarcastic or not but you grin.

"You better be sorry. You know I never settle for anything less."

He scoffs and chuckles a little bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I will be sure to only cater to your picky tastes in the future, my love." You snag some chocolate from a silver platter that's being carried around by some of the staff.

"Y'know," you say as you take a bite of the food. "Chocolate and wine make for an interesting aphrodisiac." He gives a soft hum in response as you hold up the remainder of the snack to him - your eyes widen when he accepts the food, but also takes your fingers into your mouth. You stifle a gasp as he sucks on your fingers and swirls his tongue around. Your cunt clenches, wishing his mouth were working somewhere else that's not your fingers.

To the outside, the two of you look like a cute couple doing something stupid and cute. More gossip for folks in the morning. Your heart pounds in your chest - you know exactly what message he is sending to you.

Especially when he releases your fingers from his mouth with a wet pop, but keeps a firm grip on your wrist as he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand. He trails kisses along your inner wrist, stopping short of your elbow. You struggle to recover from this.

"Perhaps we should try that out sometime, then." He murmurs. You step close to him.

"Oh, Diluc, you're hard." you return, your voice just as low. The hunger in his eyes is unmistakable.

"Hmm? Oh, well - perhaps then, too, you should stop being a tease." Diluc is a very patient man, up until a point. It's working then, you think. An idea pops into your head as you set the empty glass down. "Are you okay?"

You gently grab his hand and pull him along, weaving through the crowds of people, hellbent on the mission and getting what you want. You find an empty, private bathroom and close the door, locking it. Impeccably clean, at least.

“Are you alright?” Diuc asks again, concern etched on his pretty features. You nod as you pull him into a soft kiss, which he returns with extra fervor - your goal is to get him to lose control for just a little bit. You know, beneath this perfect image, is a very feral man waiting to be unleashed. Your body is canvas, a testament to your secrets. Fingers dexterously unzip his pants, undoing his belt and revealing his cock that still makes your eyes widen. “Oh.” You drop to your knees with ease, giving the head of his cock a soft kiss and he lets out a soft groan. “You are a very naughty girl.” The gasp is very delicious to you.

You hum as you take him further into your mouth until he reaches the back of your throat. You pull back for a moment, teasing the head of his cock for a few minutes and reaching to play a bit with his balls. His fingers perch in your hair. You continue your ministrations on him, making sure to push him further and further until he’s more of a mess than a man, looking down at you with hunger that makes you shiver.

“Quit teasing.” he hisses and you barely listen to him, loving the way his cock fills up your mouth, the way he twitches and trembles. The hands perched in your hair soon enough yank you off, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. You lick your lips and swallow. “You are a tease.” He hisses this as he yanks you to your feet, carefully steadying you before pushing you, face first, against the counter. He snaps the thigh garter and you gasp. “You’re lucky we’re not at home or this would be ending differently.”

His words send a thrill through you and make your cunt clench tighter.

“Well, hopefully, ‘m making this worth not being at home.” You say as he presses against you, his hand snaking up the skirt of your dress. Through the mirror, you watch as his eyes widen as his fingers reach your slit. “Worth your while, right?”

He presses a kiss at the crook of your neck. “You are…” Diluc bites your shoulder. “Something else.”

You let out a soft laugh and it turns into a soft moan as fingers slip inside of you - he teases you this time, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb rubs your clit - he never presses too hard but he certainly pinches every so often. You come around his fingers with a shudder as he finger fucks you, his teeth digging into your neck again.

Diluc pulls away briefly, allowing you a moment of respite - his hungry red eyes gaze down into yours. He looks wild, feral almost.

There’s a momentary pause before he’s lifting you up and hoisting you onto the bathroom counter. Diluc forces your legs to remain open, exposing yourself to him and he licks his lips. He gives your cunt another firm strike before bending down and pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“Beg.”

This is your penance for being a tease, you think. Your thoughts are cut off by another strike, this time a bit lighter and you whimper. The head of his cock teases you, and all you can think about is him filling you up, bouncing you on his dick, filling you up - you wish to be stretched and owned and bitten and loved.

“Please, please, please-” You whine.

“Please what?”

You swallow. “Please fuck me, sir.”

Diluc smiles. He is pleased and he kisses you on the lips briefly before shoving himself inside of you - to the hilt. At first, you tense up, moaning in desperation at such an action. At first, he is deceptively gentle - pulling out slowly and carefully thrusting back in. His pace picks up and all you’re able to do is wrap your arms around his shoulders as he fucks you mercilessly - his cock feels so good and you squeeze around him.

“Gonna - breed you -” he rasps against your ear. You clench tighter. “Make sure everyone knows when they see you round and plump with my child.”

He continues to bite and suck at your neck, public appearance be damned, and you’re sure you’re noisier than the music at this rich person’s party. Diluc groans against your skin as he cums inside, easily filling you up and you nearly tighten your legs to keep him in place.

Diluc slowly pulls out, some semen dripping out of your pussy and it’s obscene, even more so when he starts shoving some back inside of you.

“We should clean up.” You murmur after a moment. “Head back.”

“Mm.” He’s biting at your breasts now, clearly no longer interested in the party. “Let’s head home, actually.” The two of you do your best to clean yourselves up, before he’s guiding you out of the bathroom and away from the ballroom. “Family emergency.” Is all he tells people with inquisitive, inquiring gazes.

The cold air outside is welcome against your flushed skin but you don’t have long to relish in it before he’s shoving you into the back of the limo and rolling up the privacy divider as he climbs on top of you while the door behind him slams shut.

The dress of your skirt is hiked up and he is pulling down your top again, lips returning to the soft skin of your breasts, hands kneading the other one.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Diluc rumbles.

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - First Sight Part 1/8

The Spark

@trentione I got the gif from your page. It's what inspired me to write this story 🙌

This story is about the night reader met her boyfriend Dominik and the series of crazy events that led up to the beginning of their love story.

Enjoy!

"I don't wanna go."

"Y/N you can't say that when we're already here."

You were not antisocial, let's make that clear. But after a week of cramming for your nursing exam, the last thing you wanted to do was spend your Friday night at some random guy's apartment.

"Come on, Sami Chun and his friends are cool, we'll have a great time." Your friend, Tara, had to push you up the flight of steps up to the apartment, however, you paused mid step. "Friends? What do you mean his friends?"

She shrugged. "Well he said that he already had some people over, and that I should bring a friend too. So I brought you." She smiled.

"Great." You sighed. "It better not be all guys."

It was. Three guys joined by two naive girls. "You came!" Sami exclaimed. He welcomed you at the door, and everything about him screamed "I sell vapes to underage kids", mainly, because of the tooth pick that he wiggled between his newly bleached teeth, or the overzied white t-shirt he wore that stated that "Surf is life."

"Come in." He waved. " There's loads of beer in the fridge."

You followed him inside, clinging tightly to your purse. Tara seemed giddy with excitement whilst you were sure to be in the beginning of a movie meant to raise awareness about date rape drugs.

"Everyone, this is the girl I was talking about, Tara and her friend...."

It was a small apartment, small but surprisingly tidy for an engineering student. You turned the corner to what looked to be a bedroom turned into a living room. Your eyes swept past the two guys slouching one the sofa, instead frowning at the leather coasters beaneath the glasses of beer set on the table.

"Y/N?"

"Ouch." You groaned, as Tara's elbow stabbed you in the ribs.

"Introduced yourself." She hissed.

"What?"

Tara's eyes darted to her left, reffering to the guy's whose eyes were on you. "Introduce yourself." She repeated, through clenched teeth.

You raised a hand, waving awkwardly. "Hi, I'm Y/N and I'm an alcoholic."

Tara's head dropped to her hands, covering her face, disappointed and embarrassed by your response. However, your attention was drawn to the guys on the sofa, particularly the one with the dimples that flourished when he laughed. It lit something within you, a sudden spark that brought heat to your face. He was cute, dangerously cute. Like, let's rob a bank together cute. Or please let me sit on your pretty face cute. Except for the black tumbleweed growing out of his scalp, he was perfect.

"You guys want something to drink?" Sami offered, having to speak up as his friends laughter was contagious, causing the other guy, the one with the faded afro, to give away a thigh slapping laugh.

"Yeah, let me help you get it." Tara muttered, already regretting having brought you with her. She was clearly into Sami, wanting to impress him.

"Um, where's the bathroom?" You asked.

"Just down the hall and to the left." Sami instructed. He then disappeared into the kitchen with Tara. You nodded your head, excusing yourself as you left the guys on the sofa, effortlessly avoiding eye contact with the one whose face you'd like to sit on.

You took your time in the bathroom, snooping through cabinets as they were filled woth glamorous products that you didn't even keep at your own place. "Who is this guy?" You asked at one point, turning to read the label on the vitamin face serum, containin chemicals that guaranteed clearance of blackheads. Sami was either playing for another team, or very fond of his skin. Then again, it was more than homophobic to assume that only gay men had skincare routines.

"Fuck." You gasped as a knock on the bathroom door interrupted your snooping.

"You done in there?"

"Just a minute!"

You rushed to put everything back where you found it, only to be startled by Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face, as you went to unlock the door. He displayed a poisonous grin.  "Are you good?"

"Um..." Great, he had an accent too. One you didn't recognize where it was from. "...sure." You said.

"You sure?"

"Sure." You nodded, taking a step to the side. "The bathroom is all yours."

He chuckled. "Well, I didn't really have to go. Your friend was asking where you went and I offered to go look."

"Oh." There it was again, that spark in your chest.

"I'm assuming you were snooping through Sami's belongings."

"What? No, I wasn't."

Thank God you were born black otherwise your face would have been crimson right now.

"You sure?" He enjoyed seeing you sweat, you could tell.

"Yeah, I'm sure. You don't even have any proof."

"Well, your friend said that you probably were snooping and that's why you were gone for so long."

Fuck. He got you there. But then he leaned forward, his cologne ambushing your nostrils when he whispered, "Don't worry,  I won't tell." Again, you thank god for gifting you with your dark skin, otherwise it would have given you away. Given away how much he was turning you on.

"There you are." Tara said, seeing you trailing your steps behind Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face. The two of you entered the living room. It was now full of smoke by the way. Evaporating smoke that smelled like bubblegum cherry. Sami was passing around his vape pen, offering it arround to anyone who wanted a hit. Of course Tara wanted to smoke, blowing on Sami's pen as if he had offered to put his dick in her mouth.

"You want?" Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face said, offering you to take a hit of his own vape pen.

"I'm allergic." You replied, or more so, lied.

"Oh."

It was funny, him pulling back the pen as if its tip would burn you.

"Who's this?" You asked, leaning towards Sami's other friend who was also cute, but not as cute as Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face.

"You've never heard of Spitfire?" He asked suprised, turning up the volume to what you could only assumed to be some subculture British rapper.

"Trent only likes music that you can't dance to." Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face leaned in to whisper, his breath close to your ear, the smell of sour candy awakening the hairs on the back of your neck. Your turned to him, glaring curiously. "You dance?"

He grinned. "I'd dance with you."

"Shit. I think we're out of beer." Sami said, tossing the last can in the bin. "Someone's gonna have to make another beer run."

"I'll go." You volunteered, straightening your skirt as you stood up from having been vedged between Trent and Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face.

"Y/N?" Tara questioned, an anxious look on your face. "You're not thinking about going alone are you?"

You shrugged.  "Why not? The shop is only around the corner, no? We passed it on our way here."

"Yes, but you've been drinking."

"I'll go with her."

There was movment behind you. The spark that lit within you already told you who it was.

"See, don't worry babe. Dom will go with her."

Tara looked to blush as Sami threw a reassuring arm around her shoulders, addressing her as "babe". That was the last of Tara's worries, she practically forgot about you after that.

"Your name is Dom?" You said, turning to Mr Let Me Sit On Your Face as the two of you went to put on your shoes in the hallway. He smiled, "What did you think it was?"

"Um..." You do not want to know buddy.

"It's short for Dominik but Trent doesn't let people we know call me that since he had a bully in primary school with the same name."

"So you remind of him, Trent's bully?"

The two of you stepped out of the apartment and took the elevator down. The night was cold once you were fully exposed to it, however, your jean jacket brought you some comfort.

"Apart from the name, I don't really think so. I don't think Trent would want to live with someone who reminded him of his childhood bully."

"So the two of you are roommates?" You asked as you and Dominik turned the corner, on the pursuit to buy beer from the corner shop down the road.

"And lovers." He grinned

"Oh, like me and Tara?"

His laughter echoed in the night, not expecting to meet his match. Little did you know that after the following events of this night, you would have met yours too.

[enthuoverfanfics]

heartfelt losses

*credits to owner of gif- u be amazing

-d.m x gryffindor!reader (tho not much mention is made)

a/n: hey guys! don't even think we are a guys yet but still, hey other draco obsessed people! legit the first time i'm writing like a note note so pls just bear with my rambling. also the first time i've written full fledged dialogues- also hardcore struggled getting past two paras- so yea. okie then. bye.

summary: draco loses a quidditch game and is comforted by his girlfriend.

it was the last game of the term. gryffindor and slytherin would face off to end a rivalry which would continue to flourish long after the current batch passed out and the next was enrolled.

all eyes were on the two teams' seekers, harry potter and draco malfoy, all intrigued to see who would triumph. just as the last fifteen seconds remained, harry clutched the golden orb between his glove donned hands, the gryffindors bursting with cheer to bask in their victory.

draco rushed past the crowd of rowdy students in the stadium stands, all decked out in red coloured robes as they celebrated gryffindor's glorious victory over slytherin.

many shooted him menacing smiles and hurled a few choice words at him, earning a withering scowl and a restrained, "fuck you very much too, you dipshits." in response.

but draco for one was only focussed on finding a certain brunette who had the tiniest little slytherin flag clutched between her fingers, probably hiding it beneath the sleeves of her jacket in an attempt to fend off the never ending taunts from her beloved friends.

at last his eyes met her green orbs, ones he usually adored, but right now they only seemed to elevate his humiliation, his failure staring back at him. nonetheless he pushed aside a few pesky gryffindors shouting their lungs out in excitement.

for he could only focus on her comforting smile, a sight that truly almost made him break down. he head towards her like a man starved, his body yearning to be enveloped by hers.

at last he reached.

"hi.", she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"hey baby." he replied, with a reluctant one of his own, arms finally taking their rightful place around her waist, face burying into the crook of her neck as he let out a shaky exhale. the whole world seemed to fade away in that very moment.

the disgruntled looks on his teammate's faces and the burden that crushed his heart seemed to recede as he felt y/n's hands soothing over his back, her whispers of

"it's okay draco. it's okay. you did so well. i-i'm so so proud of you."

he only crushed her more tightly.

"let's go. please- please y/n. let's get away from here. I can't stay here anymore.", he begged in anguish.

she immediately nodded in agreement. hand delicately slipping down to intertwine with his. they remained tightly interlocked till they at last reached his prefect's dorm. he fastened the lock in haste and let out a deep sigh as he leaned against it, turning to see her switching on the bedside lamp, casting a warm glow over the whole room. she immediately opened her arms and he eagerly walked into them, a watery smile on his face.

he hugged her with such force that she was forced to step back till she reached the foot of his bed, clearing a few potions books out of the way. immediately being tackled by draco, a small giggle exiting her mouth at his playful antics.

he crawled to the headboard as he situated her head on top of one of the satin covered pillows, practically laying on top of her as he set his head on her chest, her hands coming to sift through his silver streaks.

an amused grin on her face, surprised to see him being clingy, an attribute of his he very rarely displayed, always reserving such unbridled affection for special occasions.

"so", he started, lightly clearing his throat. y/n's eyes glinted with sympathy. "we lost. i- i still can't believe it y/n . i swear i tried so hard. we all did. getting up at five every morning, practicing hours after the sun had already set. i-i know it isn't that big of a deal. but still. it was our last game. us losing just- just feels like they beat us once and for all you know?"

gently lifting up his head, she forced him to meet her unwavering gaze. "i know baby-i know, but still, you did so well. now that you have lost, don't you dare let your whole experience with quidditch be defined by it.

for the past seven years, the whole time we've been together, i've never seen you as happy as you are after returning from practice.

except every moment spent with me of course", she added. "of course," he agreed with exaggerated vigour, head flailing.

"anyway, even if you come back drenched with sweat, limbs aching, and body battered and bruised, i see the blinding grin on your face, how it makes it all worth it. don't let this stupid as fuck rivalry ruin quidditch for you. because it's more than just a game, the field is, your teammates are, your home."

a single tear managed to escape his eye, before he harshly hurried to wipe them. "i love you. so much.", he murmured, just as his head was buried in the skin of her stomach.

"i love you too dray." she whispered back. "now, please sleep. god knows you need it after the blow you got from oliver."

she received a tight pinch to her forearm in return. but soon she felt his heartbeat calm, and soft snores emerge from his pliant stature, as he drifted to slumber.

her own little quidditch champion.

remarks:

to those who reached the end: a heartfelt thank u for supporting this random af endeavour of mine and bearing with this painfully amateur writing for my fav slytherin boy!!!

[changingplumbob]

Introductions: Kristina - Part 1

Ciao, welcome to Dating Deanna! I'm Devin Villareal and I will be your host. My younger sister Deanna is hoping the paradise that is Tartosa will set the stage for her to find true love. Without further ado, let's meet today's contestant.

Kristina Voss

Kristina is someone who feels just as at home in the treetops as she does on the ground. Self described lover of the outdoors, she thrives surrounded by nature or working in the family plant nursery.

Sure she may be a little erratic, but hey! Nature isn't constant so why should her emotions be? She can go from crying over a sunrise to laughing at a racoon in minutes, her trait helping her experience life to the full.

Described by all who know her as larger than life, Kristina's cheerful demeanor cultivates an infectious energy. Here's hoping her genuine love of people and connection will flourish.

Devin: Buongiorno Kristina. Welcome to the show

Kristina: Thank you! I'm so happy to be here

Devin: Come sit. Did you apply for the show or did someone do it for you?

Kristina: Applied myself!

Devin: Does anyone know you'll be on the show?

Kristina: I told Mama first, and by afternoon, half the nursery and the farmers' market knew. So, yeah, the secret's out… and it's very out

Devin: *laughs* Some secrets just spread like wildfire. Now I have to ask, how are you feeling about meeting Deanna?

Kristina: Excited! Meeting someone new always feels like the start of an adventure. I'm ready to see where this goes, hopefully somewhere amazing

Devin: I love your enthusiasm, I think you're going to love meeting the other contestants as well. For now though let's get you to my sister. Through the doors when you're ready. Break a leg

Kristina: Yes! Let's go

[nightlyrequiem]

Be Still My Heart

Chapter 17- El Paso

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I've found renewed motivation, I hope it shows in my writing. I'm super excited for the next chapter

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH19.), Dual POV

Soft breath against your neck stirs you from sleep. Your brows furrow as you look. Valeria's head rests on your shoulder, her eyes shut. She's fast asleep, eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids. She looks peaceful like this. Then again, most people look peaceful while they sleep. Except for people who sleep with their eyes open. They don't look peaceful. You slowly and carefully inch away from her. Getting away without disturbing her. You peer outside from behind the blinds. 

The rising sun takes priority in the sky. Chasing away the night and it's moon. There are a few houses here and there. Occasionally a convivence store. You retreat back inside to the darkness of the RV. The RV lurches and your heart leaps. Rick quickly rights it and continues. Something rolls out from under the table, and you reach down to pick up. You feel the jagged edges of broken glass. With your eyes adjusted to the dark you look at it. You've worked with enough of these to recognize the narrow rim and short side-arm of a filtering flask. Though it's only the top part. You wonder what a filtering flask would be doing here but don't think much of it. You get up and put it into a drawer to be disposed of later.

An hour later the group finally makes it into El Paso. you watch as the buildings become significantly less clean, and the streets become more crowded as you travel to the less taken care of side of town. The people you see on the sidewalks and hiding in the alleys look strikingly familiar. You're in the neighborhood that every city has. Houses that would benefit from a new coat of paint, chain-link fences, trees. It's disgustingly nostalgic.

Alain and Valeria are on the other side of the RV, sat at the table looking over a map. You're on the eastside of town. According to Valeria your destination is about three blocks away. Finally. You're starting to really hate this RV. You watch as the houses get worse in quality, going from nostalgic to slum. The RV stops in front of one. There's a rusted white car in the driveway. Both it and the house have seen better days. Perhaps once great in their primes now left to rot due to overuse and under maintenance. You frown with disapproval at the house. The yard is full of junk and a rain-rotted couch. Spray paint decorates the dented garage door, and an empty dirt bed lies where flowers may have once flourished.

You look up, the gutters are packed with leaves and one of the upstairs windows is boarded up.

"Is this place abandoned?" You ask. Just as the words leave your lips the door to the house swings open. The man loses his grip on the door, and it smashes into the wall. Based on the dents you can infer that this probably isn't the first time this has happened. The man looks as dilapidated as the house. Stained baggy pants and knit sweater with greasy hair tied up into a bun. 

You exit the RV last. 

"Hey!" The man says, grinning at the group. His eyes linger on Valeria for a second too long and it ruffles your metaphorical feathers. "Welcome, welcome. Come on in." He leads you inside. It's not much better. your shoes stick to the floor as you walk, and the foyer closet door doesn't seem to shut properly. Something small darts into the darkness. This house has its own ecosystem.

"So uh," He starts, sidling up to Valeria. "You're in the big bosses inner circle yeah?"

Valeria spares him a single glance. "Yeah."

"Cool, cool, do you think you could talk him into-"

"No."

You're filled with satisfaction at the dejected face he makes. He didn't do anything to warrant your vitriol, but you can tell by looking at him that he's nothing more than a sleazy leech. The type to never work for anything he gets and then complain he never has anything. He could easily get into the illegal underworld and make enough money that way but he's too lazy and unreliable. Or so you think. Maybe you just don't like the way he stares at Valeria's ass as she walks by. She didn't kill her way to the top for this.

The kitchen is crowded with junk and old bags of takeout. On the counter is an unrolled joint, weed still in the paper.

"There's only three rooms, and one of them is mine so you're going to have to share." The man says, scratching behind his ear. He's filthy, you wonder if he has lice. You'll probably get some just by sleeping here. 

"Alain and I can share a room." Rick says. He leans against the counter. You look at Valeria, you'll be sharing a room. The idea puts you off a little, but at the same time it makes you feel oddly comforted.

The man, who you finally learn the name of through Valeria muttering it warningly, speaks up after ten or so minutes of pointless talking.

"Make yourselves at home, I'm happy to be of use to Sin Nombre." Mark blabbers. "Big respects to him, man, I mean me and my buddies love his product it's the best meth we smoked, not like that weak shit that's sold around the corner y'know?"

Valeria walks off without responding. You hesitate, not sure if you're supposed to stay or follow.

You don't really want to listen to this guy rate the different meth he's smoked so you follow Valeria down the dim, narrow hall. She opens the door to one of the spare rooms. Your face sours with disapproval. The bed a single mattress with dubious yellow stains and a cig-burned blanket. There's a meth pipe discarded in the corner and the blanket covering the window is falling, the tac it's hung with coming loose.

"This place is shit." You say bluntly. You're not one to judge someone else living conditions. Everyone is making do with what they got, your dingy little apartment is certainly no place of luxury but it's like this guy is making it his mission to keep his home as dirty as possible.

Valeria sets down her bag and sits on the bed without a care. You grimace, imaging all kinds of bacteria climbing up and clinging to her legs. She scoffs at you.

"Not feeling at home here, princess?" She coos. "Want me to check under the mattress for peas? How about I douse the room in bleach?"

You give her an unamused look, hesitant to set down your own luggage. "Being comfortable in this amount of filth says more about you then it does me." You say.

"It says I'm less of a priss." Valeria says, sounding very amused.

You roll your eyes and set down your bag in the least dirty corner. "So which one of us is sleeping on the floor?" You ask. "It can't be me, because I'm injured."

Valeria raises a brow.

"Neither of us." She says. "We're adults. We can share a bed."

"Right." You nod. You aren't sure if you're looking forward to that or not. There's a buzzing in your chest that could be excitement or anxiety, you aren't very sure.

"But if one of us did, it would be you." Valeria says calmly. "You're not that injured anymore. You just have a bit of limp is all."

"Limping because I'm injured." You say pointedly. "Besides, I think this place has rats, and rats would be attracted to my still-healing wounds."

Valeria shrugs indifferently. You decide that she probably wouldn't care if she woke up to find that you have been eaten by rats.

Information is shared that night around the dinner table. Valeria's contact, despite being an avid meth user and apparent meth connoisseur, hasn't been able to tell where the peculiar orange meth came from. It's the dominating product in El Paso. Mark, the contact, swears that he only buys Sin Nombre's meth. You aren't sure how much you believe that. Perhaps you should dye your product. Something to make it stand out more. For branding purposes. People are attracted to pretty things, and you think light pink crystals would be pretty.

[asktheghosthost]

I know it’s kind of an older ship that isn’t really talked about much by the fandom anymore but like

Organhost/toasty is probably my favorite haunted mansion ship

As a side note, I love your writing style

Thank you so much! I always feel like my style is "too much dialogue, not enough details," because I get way too excited to have these characters interact, and I rush the set up. It's something I'm always trying to work on. I'm sorry I sat on this ask for a while, but I wanted to give you (and the other Toasty fans) a lil sumthin sumthin...

August 1969...

Something in the Mansion shifted. It wasn't seen, but it was felt.

Silence, utter silence. Not a single knocker clattered in the corridor. The crypt doors didn't creak. Not a page fluttered in the library.

The ghosts looked around at their surroundings and at each other, trying to pinpoint it. The darkness in the halls wasn't lifted, no, that would have caused discomfort to its undead denizens, but it was... thinner, somehow, less smothering than it had been for the past month.

The duelists, who'd been standing guard outside of Madame Leota's door, lowered their pistols. One put a finger to his lips, and pressed his ear to the wood. The other ducked down, trying to find any hint of the green light that had just flashed from under the crack not two minutes ago.

Just a few yards away, at the top of the stairs leading to the attic, the Hatbox Ghost stepped out through the door. He surveyed the scene with his bulging eyes, hand shakily gripped to his shillelagh. Then he slowly grinned, his gold tooth glittering.

"Ha!" He banged the stick on the floor, cackling. "They did it! They did it!"

The bride cautiously leaned out, but was soon smiling when she saw her groom's joy. Her heart fluttered, beating brightly as he took her hand and began walking with her down the attic stairs.

Spirits began to pour in, surrounding Leota's door. They waited, holding breaths they didn't need to breathe.

The serpent shaped door handle slowly, ever so slowly, twisted down... clicked... And then the door flung open in dramatic flourish. Green fog, dotted with sparkles of magic, flowed out into the hall. The glowing orb of Madame Leota's crystal ball floated out into the hall. From within, she eyed the crowd, gaze sharp. "The One Eyed Black Cat," she intoned, "is--"

"Gone!" Little Leota dashed out past her. "Locked away forever!"

The cheer that rose up shook the foundations of the house. Tombstones shimmied in joy. Ghosts tossed hats and bonnets into the air and hugged.

"Have you no sense for the dramatic, child?" Madame Leota scolded her niece. It went unheard as the young woman eagerly answered questions from the crowd.

At the back of the gathering, though, one ghost watched, his brow creased with worry. This was Thaddeus Morgan, one of the two maestros of the ballroom organ. Unlike his more chipper counterpart, Herr Victor Geist, Thaddeus usually had to be pried away from the instrument he so wanted to claim all for himself. He hated sharing it to begin with, already having little more to his name than his slightly floppy top hat and his cape. But today, when he'd heard there was finally going to be a fight against the One Eyed Black Cat, and when he'd found out who was part of that fight, he had rushed out of the ballroom to see the aftermath.

He pushed himself up onto his tip toes, trying to peek above the heads ahead of him. There were too many people! Grumbling in frustration, he gave a little kick of his foot and propelled himself upwards a few feet.

Someone was missing...

"Beauregard, where..."

Almost imperceptible to the naked eye was a shimmer in the green fog. It weaved unsteadily, pushing past Little Leota, who coincidentally pulled aside an ecstatic spirit who would have been in its way. It staggered on, and behind it, Thaddeus noticed droplets of ectoplasm.

"Beauregard!" he hissed, taking off after it.

He followed the trail of bluish green drips. They shone in the flickering candle light, dripping off a now visible tall, lanky shadow. At one point, they made a right into the endless hallway.

"You won't be rid of me that easy! Beauregard, you-- you insufferable noose-neck, show yourself!"

The shade paused for only a second but then ducked into the closest room. Thaddeus growled through clenched teeth and dashed in after him.

It was a typical bed chamber, likely an old guest room. There was a bed, bureau, window, chair, and candle on a small dresser. Thaddeus eyed the candlestick, snatching up a match that had been left there ages ago.

"You leave me no choice, Beauregard." Before he could light it, he felt a familiar hand grab his own.

"All right, all right," Beauregard's tired voice whispered in the shadows. "Just... no extra light right now, please. It's too painful." He appeared then, disheveled, shirt and coat torn, exposing skin brutally ripped by claws. The worst damage had been done to his face. Gashes ran from brow to jaw. The deepest was over his left eye, which he couldn't even open. "There, happy?"

Thaddeus stared, mouth agape. "I--You--NO! No, I'm not happy, you great buffoon! I was so worried for you, Beauregard... And I--I should have been there! So many of us should have been there with you!"

Beauregard shook his head and then winced. "It was easier to catch him this way. Besides, Madame Leota and L. L. did the real heavy lifting. I was just the decoy."

Thaddeus had started to calm down. "And the scratching post, apparently." He looped his arm through Beauregard's and led him to the bed. "Sit, please."

"That's what I was going to do, until you started chasing me." He complied out of sheer exhaustion.

Thaddeus sat down next to him. Then he took off his ascot and began dabbing at the glistening wounds.

"Hmm..." Beauregard murmured. "How many eighteenth century diseases are nestled in that fabric?"

"Shut up. Even at death's door, you're absolutely insufferable." Then, slowly, he stopped and looked up into Beauregard's eyes. Their gazes locked for a moment before they both smiled. "You know what I meant," he chided with a chuckle.

Beauregard cupped Thaddeus' chin with a curled finger and drew him closer. The organist's lips quivered for just a second before he pressed them to the Host's. He could feel the split skin against his mouth, and he was afraid he'd open the wounds further, but then Beauregard's palm pressed to the back of his head and eased him harder into the kiss. Soft moans of ache and want passed between the two of them, and they were both slipping down towards the welcoming mattress and--

"Ow!" Beauregard winced

Thaddeus immediately pushed himself back up. "I'm sorry! I didn't think--I mean, I wasn't thinking. I--"

"It's all right." Beauregard reached up to cup Thaddeus' cheek, gently stroking with his thumb. "You know, the pain usually feels nice, but I think this time I got a little... ah, overzealous." Despite it all, he was still smiling.

Thaddeus laid down next to him, brow furrowed in thoughtful worry. "Do you need me to get you help? Surely, there's something we can do for your eye."

Beauregard went to shake his head, thought better of it, and sighed. "No, I'm afraid it's going to simply take time."

"And rest," Thaddeus said sternly. "Don't forget rest. I know you, Beauregard. You'll try to be up, rushing around to get the Mansion ready for this silly Disneyland nonsense."

Beauregard rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. "I don't think it's nonsense."

Thaddeus snuggled down and draped his cape over both of them. "It's not. I apologize. I was just frustrated... with you, as usual, noose-neck."

"Heh." Beauregard reached up, pulled Thaddeus' arm down around him, and clasped their fingers together.

They were both quiet for a bit, simply enjoying the company of one another. A question had been weighing heavy on Thaddeus' mind, though, and he knew he couldn't avoid asking any longer.

"Beau... Is he truly gone? Did you, er, destroy the Cat?"

He could feel Beau tense against him. "He's... Erm, he's locked away..."

Thaddeus pushed himself up onto his elbow. "That's not the same as gone, Beau. Where is he?"

Beau hesitated a few seconds. "Cast into stone. He can't escape. As far as we know, truly destroying the demon isn't possible. Imprisoning him, however, that we could do."

"In stone?"

"Our plan is to seal him into a crypt for safeguarding."

Thaddeus considered this. "Beau..." He touched his shoulder. "Put him in the musicians' tomb. I'll help you watch him."

Beau lifted the pillow to peek out with his good eye. "You will?"

"Yes, I'll help you guard him, but you must promise me you'll allow yourself to heal."

He chuckled at that. "Believe it or not, I do want to be well enough to take up my hostly duties."

"Then it's agreed." Thaddeus snuggled down against Beau's back and draped an arm over him. He hugged him just a little tighter and tried not to think of what he could have lost.

[nuhuhwinniethepooh]

C-rumble

Wanted to make a gojo fluff fic but it matches sukuna's vibes too 🥲👍🏻sukuna's scenario won tho cuz why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

Trueform!Sukuna x F!Reader

Pt.2 of A-muse, can be read as a standalone or a series depending on what you want.

Trope: Gore ( I really, seriously don't know how much is too much so please don't come after me ), violence, Fluff? ( idk if I'm twisted or sumn🤷🏻‍♀️ seems like fluff to me), Angst if you look hard enough

Preview : As the town crumble and silence surrounds the chaos, only then did he crumble at your touch.

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Sukuna was bored, bored of the same repetitive life, bored of the way he was revered, bored of everything he had and most of all, bored of the people around him, they were visibly unamusing. Barely holding on to his sanity with the little amusement he had with a massacre every now and then because for once in his life, he wanted a challenge.

Sukuna wanted someone, hell even something would've sufficed, to challenge him- to push him to his limits, to make him high from the adrenaline that can be obtained only from a death defying fight but everyone he met and saw disappointed him to no end. He was immensely disappointed; disappointed in the fact that they were all bravado, disappointed in the fact that the fight lasted only a few single minutes, disappointed in the fact that they all broke in the end, disappointed in the fact that they were all bark and no bite, disappointed in....the list went on and on.

Until he met you.

Sukuna was amused for the first time in a long while. He was amused at the lack of emotions in the chaos ensuing around you, amused at your actions, amused at the fact that you had lasted so long, amused at how you somehow managed to crumble his pride into dust and most of all, amused when you voiced your agreement to his proposal. You literally just agreed to be the queen of curses with no hesitation, of course he'd be amused- a little excited too but he'd never admit that.

But right now, all he felt was a rising rage as he watched from afar, rage against you, rage against the servants surrounding the both of you, rage against the very earth with it's flourishing bloom and most of all, rage against the slightly upward curves that graced each ends of your lips as you listened to your maid, Rita, excitedly babbling on about curses knows what ! That vermin had the audacity to not notice your smile at her words- the audacity you had to have cracked your first smile to a mere human instead of him, your husband-to-be ?!

Sukuna was angry at the fact that his efforts had gone down the drain; he had tried for months to get an expression out of you and when he was finally giving up, you finally showed him an expression different from your default face of unmoving lips and uninterested eyes that seemed to register nothing but everything at the same time. You had finally raised an eyebrow at him, giving him a peculiar look when he unknowingly knelt on both his knees to present a gift he painstakingly had customized and he had experienced true joy then, refusing to give up on his attempts with renewed motivation. You actually could react !

But now, he felt rage and betrayal at seeing your smile, however small, gracing a presence that wasn't his. Sukuna stands from his seat and walks over to you with an overwhelming aura that had all the attendants straighten their backs and lower their themselves almost as if they were trying to meld within the ground. As he stops and towers over your seating figure, he watches your head move up and your eyes gaze at him, your smile no longer present on your face- he feels disappointed, an itching uncomfortable feeling clawing at his chest.

One swift movement was all it took, a barely noticeable move before a sliced head falls down right next to your feet, the eyes of the dismembered head blinking once, twice before it finally noticed that it had gotten sliced off and falling limp with the body finally dropping on the floor with a thud. Blood sprinkled around the ends of your kimono as your eyes followed the sound only to see Rita's dismembered head resting next to your feet and her bleeding headless body right behind.

He watched and waited with bated breath, you had graced her existence with a smile so that must mean she meant something to you, which could only mean that he could finally see a new reaction other than the two reactions you showed him but alas, Sukuna was disappointed, he expected a gasp or maybe even a look of surprise but all you gave him was the same raised eyebrow, the peculiar look on your face.

The rising anger had finally reached his peak, how dare a mere woman mock the King of Curses, in front of an audience that too!! Barely audible gasps was heard before all the attendants around was dismembered from head to toe, blood and innards gushing out like rain on the pristine grass, splattering bright red all over the area.

His eyes still on yours and yours on his before he roughly grabs your arm, refusing to show the courtesy of holding out his hands out for you to take. Oh no, he wasn't gonna show any courtesy to someone that doesn't do the same for him.

He drags you behind him, taking singular big steps against your multiple small steps just so that he could have the small pleasure of having you stumble on the rough and uneven road that soon followed after the flowering place although it was now filled with soon-to-be rotting dead bodies.

The crunch of pebbles and dried leaves echoes in the dying light while you two continue to walk for what seemed to have been hours. Not a sound of complaint was heard or raised besides the soft huffing that escaped from your lips which in turn soured Sukuna's mood yet again. He had expected a question or maybe even a complaint, but all he did in the end was expect before finally reaching to a stop.

A town finally came to sight, your breathe heaving before your eyes falls upon the sprawling buildings and markets filled with people at every inch before resting on the large, looming building at the center of it all.

"Multiple vermins and tributes were sacrificed to me as an offering of peace by this town which was once a desolate village, our attendants were filled with them and I left them in your care since you seemed to like the people from there, but you have disgraced my kindness," Sukuna hisses in a low threatening voice, his hold tightening around your arms as he points at the town.

"My protection allowed them to flourish but since none of the vermins from there now attends to me, I no longer see any reason to grace my protection over them. You dared to show your smile to a mere maid and now her hometown will no longer be in existence and it's all your fault," He continues, turning to face you. All four eyes burning red with bloodlust- he had restrained himself from going on a massacre for a long time now, choosing to spend his time with you and amuse himself with your presence but the situation at hand, had his self control crumble to nothing.

One moment you were standing on the top of a hill looking at a sprawling city, illuminated with the setting sun and the next moment you find yourself standing in the city, illuminated with raging fires and screams that was seemingly coming from everywhere. A seemingly curious glint in your eyes as you walk in the market area that was once filled by people and still filled by them except now, their blood and body parts had made a path for you. A red carpet of sorts for your grand entrance that led to your maniacal, blood-thirsty husband-to-be.

Sukuna finally stops after making sure every house, every shop and every living thing had been torn apart. He turns around and sees the red carpet he laid down for you, proud of his accomplishments as he watches you turn the corner and walk up the stairs of the large building in the middle of the city, towards him. He may have had destroyed the city but he saved the best for the last, a grand finale where he makes you watch him fight against multiple sorcerers- he wanted you to watch him in awe and worship him as he worshipped you maybe then, you'd realize his strength and listen to his wishes as he did yours.

Yells emanates from the building as sorcerers begin their attacks upon him, cursed energy upon cursed energy aimed only at him but his eyes was on your climbing figure- your disinterested gaze steady as you walk up the bloody stairs towards him. Flicking away the attempts of attacks at him easily, he presses a kiss on your forehead with a grin on his face before rushing towards the top, ripping apart summons and summoners alike with bare force.

Sukuna was done before you arrived at the top, sitting on the benches that resided next to the entrance, waiting for your timely arrival before ripping apart a terrified sorcerer right in front of your eyes, grin reaching from ear to ear, adrenaline coursing through his veins as his deathly aura emanates the surrounding. He hopelessly wishes to see you falter, at least this once.

But your walk towards him never falters, your eyes on him never wavers and your body never halts, stopping only when you stand in front of him.

Your hand reaches up to his cheeks as he wonders curiously at your next move, only to flinch internally from surprise when your fabric comes into contact with his skin. Sukuna is further surprised when he realizes that you were wiping the blood on his face before he relaxes into your touch so naturally it felt like breathing, he looks up to you.

His breathe stops, his body turns rigid under your touch and he can't believe his eyes, all four eyes were left unblinking, frozen and on you.

Your lips were curved, not slightly curved like how it was before- barely noticeable unless paid close attention to. No, it was curved to the point that creases formed around the corner of your eye and the uncomfortable feeling in his chest is replaced by a blossoming and growing warmth. All thoughts and previous feelings of betrayal and rage was gone- all he could do and did was gaze in wonder at your smile, at the softened look in your eyes that no longer held any disinterest towards the world because all you saw was him.

All you saw was him- Sukuna Ryomen, The king of curses and your husband....-to-be.

The town releases a loud groan in the silence and the floor rumbles along with it, breaking the moment as you turn to look at the sea of flames surrounding the two of you but Sukuna is unwilling to break the moment so he places a hand atop of yours and you look at him with the same smile on your face.

His breathe hitches at the beauty of it- your blood stained kimono, your loose flowing hair, your soft figure and face illuminated by the fire, your even softer eyes that reflected him and the smile that rested on your lips, only for him. Sukuna burns every little detail into his memory and into his very essence, his soul.

"Shall we go home, Ryomen?," You say softly, your voice ringing in the silence and everything is perfect for Sukuna Ryomen.

He presses a kiss on your hand that held his cheek and stands, this time refusing to hold out his hand for a completely different reason. You had walked a long way because of petty anger and he sure as hell wasn't gonna repeat the same mistake again.

He slides an arm under your knees and supports your back with another before gently lifting you up, your hand sliding over his shoulder as if natural and he walks towards the burning city, towards the direction from where you came.

As the town crumbles and silence surrounds the chaos, only then did he crumble at your touch.

"Let's go home, my Love," he whispers and this time, he meant it.

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My imagination went on overdrive on this👹 didn't proofread so it might be kinda funky

I'd appreciate any sort of interactions with this post, also should I write the gojo fanfic I have in mind too??🤨Same title and alphabet, just different scenarios.

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