#iggy sweetness is my weakness

[lucyandludwigkoopa]

this is princess May one of my other Super Mario bros/Koopalings Oc let me know what you think 🖤Full Name🖤

princess Macy Jr Koopa

🖤Nickname🖤

May mermaid girl mermaid princess quiet girl small mouth she doesn't like to be called Macy and likes to be called May

🖤age 🖤

14-15

🖤looks🖤

hair  blond eyes  brown wears a black dress a blackish gray shell  gray rings around the shell a choker too black arm cuffs

🖤likes 🖤

plants animals piranha plants music drawing food swimming

🖤dislikes🖤

mud dirt rain everyone ignoring her homework school

🖤gender🖤

female

🖤sexuality 🖤

straight

🖤personality 🖤

somewhat smart kind funny annoying at times sweet sometimes shy

🖤powers 🖤

she can use sand and water magic

🖤weapons 🖤

a magic wand

🖤strengths 🖤

sand water ice friends family

🖤weakness 🖤

fire poison

🖤family 🖤

🖤friends🖤

Raven Izzy Luna Roy Iggy Lemmy Morton

🖤backstory 🖤

she was also born in the Koopa Kingdom and taken to an orphanage she ended getting adopted by Queen Star and lived in the Crystal Kingdom she ended up living in the Koopa King in Bowser's castle with the rest of her siblings to Bowser the and the Koopalings and Jr after her adoptive mom Star left her and her siblings at Bowsers door step one day/night

🖤extra 🖤

she really loves food and loves to eat really loves to swim loves animals especially fish she's been friends with Morton  5-6

🖤crush🖤

Morton boyfriend

[godisbestfriend4evaeva]

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grow up Wait a minute Spice girls Viva forever Be my lover Sugababes Stronger Too lost in you Round round Tokio hotel Monsoon (2020 version) Hilary Duff With love Stranger Coming clean Exid DDD Elliphant Spoon me One more Only getting younger Iggy Azalea Black widow Work Team Bounce DVRST Close eyes Bring me the horizon Can you feel my heart Alexandra Stan Mr saxobeat Ecoute moi Dua lipa New rules We're good Levitating Janelle Monae Tightrope Q.U.E.E.N. Yoga Jidenna Little bit more Lenny Kravitz Fly away M-Flo Come again Toopoor Crazy girls Dorian Electra f the world Destiny's child lose my breath soldier survivor say my name nasty girl

Avril Lavigne Perfume Doja Cat Rico Nasty(Tia Tamera) Kerli Rosalia(Bizconchito) CL(lifted) Shania Twain Sza Lil Mix Lalisa Pixie Lott Paloma Faith Asa Kelly Rowland Rita Ora Massari(Real love Be easy) Ayumi Hamasaki {Musici, cii} Kelis(Acapella Bounce Trick me) BoA Bonnie Pink(a perfect sky) Azealia Banks [212; Anna Wintour; Atlantis; count contessa; no problems; heavy metal & reflective; running] Tokyo Cirls Style Kero Kero Bonito Diana Ross(I love to love you) SNSD(Bring the boys out Papparazzi Gee) Sade Jordan Sparks Sevyn streeter(it won’t stop) May7ven (Hands up Ten ten) loan Paul (She doesn’t mind Got 2 love ya) Tiwa Savage love me X3 kele kele love Airis without you Nicki Minaj Zendaya replay Alexis Jordan Paolo Nutini The Noisettes Ludovico Technique Beyonce Rihanna Prima J (rockstar corazon) A touch of class (around the world {la la la}) Bassnectar (the future) Skillet (comatose monster not gonna die tonight) 2NE1 3 days grace Skrillex Chaos Chaos (Do You Feel It?) Benny benassi (cinema), Kehlani (LMK, contact, a message, rewind), KAYTRANADA (10%) Crystal Waters (Gypsy Woman (She's Homeless)) FLO (Summertime), Florida Georgia Line (Cruise, meant to be) KILO KISH (AMERICAN GURL, ELEGANCE, NAVY, Locket, ) KAROL G (Provenza)

Nagada sang dhol, Ke$ha we R who we R, Britney Spears break the ice, Kate Nash foundations, Wretch 32 don’t go, Paolo Nutini last request, The Kooks (she moves in her own way, Naive), Chase & Status end credits, ± △Xi∪s ¬iИк - M.I.A. DBT (Remix) ±, ± Damn Whøre - Insomnia ±, ± SUICIDEWΛVЕ - IN Your ΣYΣS ±, PVTY KERRY Ohé, Mike Posner - Cooler Than Me, Shawn Desman (electric, night like this), alt-J (∆) Breezeblocks, ± BLVCK CEILING - Grins ±, Sohodolls Bang bang bang bang, 4MINUTE hot issue, TWICE (CHEER UP, likey, knock knock, signal, Dance The Night Away), Demi Lovato, Joe Jonas this is me, Troy - Bet On It (From "High School Musical 2"), Gwen Stefani rich girl, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QbwdJl8TGeY&list=RDCC5ca6Hsb2Q&index=10, GIGI D'AGOSTINO - L'AMOUR TOUJOURS, Turtles - Happy Together, Bobby McFerrin - Don't Worry Be Happy, The Monkees - I'm a Believer (2006 Remaster), Icon For Hire - Make A Move,

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Kalafina (Magia, Lacrimosa, Sprinter), Stereopony - Hitohira No Hanabira, LiSA - Crossing Field, YOASOBI「アイドル」 Official Music Video, BABYMETAL - メギツネ - MEGITSUNE, Tove-lo (talking body {clean version}, stay high), Flume - Never Be Like You feat. Kai, Disclosure - Magnets ft. Lorde, Amaarae, Kali Uchis - SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY (Remix) ft. Moliy, Icon For Hire - Get Well, Meg Myers - Desire {clean version}, Five Nights at Freddy's 2 Song - The Living Tombstone (FNAF2) , Coco Jones (Caliber, peppermint)

+kids DisneyXD Imbrandonfarris+comedy +gaming Caylus+c +beauty Azzyland+c Rclbeauty101 +Ethnic KieKie TV

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URBAN MOVIES

[kerbiesworld28]

Stay with Me?

Oh my God, this fic definitely was a joy to write. I was actually inspired by @asoeiki ‘s drawing and I wanted to write a little short (well, what was intended to be short) fic. I thought some sweet Iggy would be something nice. Tagging @ladychocoberry @lazarustrashpit @atarostarling @tales-of-a-fallen-star thank you guys for being awesome friends and I know I tell you that every time, but I just want to show my appreciation every time I post. Anyway, let’s get into the sweetness! 

SFW

Word Count: 1,171 words

I just got back from the market to the shared motel room with the boys.  You guys finally had enough gil to pay for a night at an inn, but we only could share one room. It's better than camping at least. I went to go get more ingredients for dinner that night, though it was usually Ignis's thing to do that. Well, considering we both work together when it comes to cooking, so it didn't bother me that I had to do it, I just enjoy Ignis's company. I will admit, I've always had a crush on Ignis ever since bring his apprentice. Noctis and Prompto went off to check out the town while Gladio went to check out the town's female population.

I walked into the shared room and placed the ingredients on the table. "Guess I'm the first one back," I said. As I was putting everything away, I looked over into the bedroom and I saw a very rare sight indeed. Well, I can see why it was just me going to the market by myself. Ignis fell asleep in one of the beds. I walked over, taking in the sight. He must've been so tired he never even took off his glasses. "Poor thing," I whispered quietly.

I gently reached over to remove his spectacles and placed them carefully on the nightstand beside the bed. Apparently, I wasn’t gentle enough because he started stirring immediately after I removed them. As I was trying to quickly come up with an apology for disturbing him, he just rolled to his side and didn't even move. "That was a close one." I was getting ready to leave the room, then I felt a gloved hand reach out for mine. "Where are you going?"

My heart sank once I heard that voice. "Ignis, I'm sorry. I was just going to let you sleep. I didn't want you to break your glasses either, so I put them up for you." I thought I was in so much trouble for disturbing him, but all I could see was a small sleepy smile on his face. "I appreciate you for being so considerate, though I must apologize for me being absent. Camping really takes a toll on one's sleeping arrangements." I couldn't help but smile back at him. "Well, I was able to get everything for dinner tonight." "Where are the others?" He asked. "I think Noct and Prompto were checking out the town, while Gladio was checking out the women of the town." A small chuckle could be heard from him. "Well, let's hope that they don't get into too much trouble." "I'll let you catch up on your sleep, Ignis. You need it." As I was ready to leave the room to make dinner, he reached out to me again. "Don't leave just yet".

Apparently, my heart wanted to sink another 10 feet into my chest again. "Is there anything I can do for you, Ignis?" He smiled at me and the following words that came out of his mouth just sent butterflies through my stomach. "Lay beside me for a while, Y/N." How can I deny that? Mentally pinching myself to make sure this was not a dream, I nervously got in the bed with him. I got in the bed beside him l pressed my back against the soft mattress. "This really does beat camping. I can see why you fell asleep so quickly." He smiled and said, "While I was able to rest, I must admit I did feel rather lonely without your presence, Y/N." I couldn't help but smile at him. "Lonely without me? You're treating me as if I'm that special to you, Ignis." "Well, it's true, Y/N. I've always had feelings for you ever since the day you've become my apprentice at the Citadel. I always tried to keep things professional with you, but this journey has made me realize that I cannot hide my feelings anymore. I hope you feel the same way."

A tear pricked the corner of my eyes at that sentiment. "Of course, I feel the same way, Ignis. I was always afraid you just thought of me as just your apprentice and nothing more. Now, I'm not afraid anymore. I want to see where this journey takes us." He reached his arm out to me and held me to his chest and he placed a small kiss on my forehead. "Well, I say we take in this moment as much as we can before the others come back." "Agreed." I nuzzled into his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat and allow the warmth of his body lull me to sleep. It was definitely a dream come true for me. When we woke up, we saw the others just hover over us. "So, you guys finally came clean to each other?" Gladio smirked. Ignis and I just looked at each other, finally processing what was going on. "Yeah, took you guys long enough," Noctis said. "I'm just happy I got pictures. It's a rare sight to catch Ignis asleep, but this picture is a lot better." Prompto chirpped.

"Wait a minute. You guys knew?" I asked. "Duh, it was all over your faces about how you felt," Prompto said. "Well, it seems like everyone thinks positively about our relationship, Y/N. Guess the blessings are already given." I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. "We wouldn't have you guys with anyone else. You two are perfect for each other." Noctis chimed in. Ignis chuckled at that statement, "Well then, let's get dinner prepared, darling." Darling? Did I just hear that right? Once his feet were on the floor, he held his hand out to me to assist me up. Once I was up, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. "AWWWW!!!" the collectively chimed in. We finally had dinner prepared and we just mainly sat around and talked about the journey ahead. Once we finished eating, we all went to our beds. I laid in bed cuddles to Ignis's chest and just took in his embrace. "So, we're officially an item now, aren't we, Ignis?" "It would seem so, Y/N. And honestly, I couldn't be happier a man." I snuggled deeper into his chest. "But there is just one thing I want to do before we go back to sleep."

Puzzled, I looked up at him. Before I could say anything, he placed his hand under my chin and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. His lips tasted sweet and they were so warm. I felt a million fireworks in just one little kiss. As we pulled away from our kiss, he stared into my eyes and said "Better than what you were expecting, darling?" "You have no idea." I chuckled. He pulled me back into his chest and we proceeded to get more comfortable. "Sweet dreams, y/n". We then fell asleep holding each other. This was better than any dream I could ever have.

[brucie-bruce-waynee]

The Actor and the Billionaire Part 2

(~2k words)

(Apologies for the late upload. This fic didn’t get quite the traction I was expecting on here but I’ll post the entire thing regardless.)

Gotham in the morning had this wet kind of light. It was weak but pointed as if it could shatter after stabbing you. Your sunglasses slid down your nose, and you pushed them back up. The car you were being driven in was taking sharper turns than you wanted, but you wouldn’t complain. You were getting free breakfast soon.

Cinnamon wiggled happily in his doggie car seat, smearing his excited snot across the window. You’d decided to bring him out with you since you hadn’t spent an extended period with him in at least three days. You had a dog walker, but he missed his bubby. You missed him too, as much of a pain, he could be. There was nothing more you loved than your sweet little furry son-boy.

Cameras clicked as you emerged from your car with the assistance of your driver, Ivan. He helped Cinnamon down from the backseat and turned to you.

“Thank you, Ivan. You can head back to the parking garage. I’m sure Mr. Wayne will bring me back home.”

Ivan gave you a jaunty salute, and you were left alone with Cinnamon circling around your feet. You’d made sure to check that this place was pet friendly. The Garden was one of the more upscale breakfast cafes in the inner city, but nobody could resist the cuteness of a dog. It was lucky that this happened to be one of the few restaurants in Gotham that was indeed pet friendly.

Mr. Wayne was standing by the restaurant entrance, looking generally nervous but sharp in all black. He wore a large overcoat, which shielded your eyes from the rest of his outfit. His eyes were covered with rectangular glasses, but you could see the remnants of dark bags poking out from the plastic. You realized it wasn’t bruising from lack of sleep but more like makeup remnants as you got closer.

Hmm. Odd.

“You have a dog,” Mr. Wayne said in place of hello or good morning. You stopped right next to him and angled your face to his ear.

“Yes! I was thinking it might be better if we’re seen going to more than just breakfast, so I brought Cinnamon along to take him for a walk in the park. Just if the weather stays favorable enough. Plus, he’s going to have to get used to your scent if we’re going to spend time together.”

Cinnamon was circling your pretend beau, catching his leash around Mr. Wayne’s ankles as you spoke. The man seemed to freeze on the spot and didn’t move until you’d untangled him. But he moved too quickly, and one last go around with the leash pushed him into you. Neither of you went sprawling, but he did press his entire front to yours. He nearly jumped away from you as you laughed.

“Cinnamon! I’m so sorry,” you said between giggles. “He’s always getting into trouble.”

The three of you entered the restaurant then. Breakfast came and went with scripted conversation points that could be discussed loud enough for other patrons to overhear. Cinnamon was happily gobbling up his doggy breakfast under the table. Getting the upper-class rumor mill going was sure to blast the two of you upwards. Only when Mr. Wayne asked you about Cinnamon did you go off-script.

“Oh isn’t he just an angel? I love him so much. When I got my first paycheck, I contacted all the shelters in Gotham to see what puppies they had. As soon as I heard Italian Greyhound litter, I was out the door.”

Cinnamon, constantly aware of when people talked about him, stretched his little paws up Mr. Wayne’s leg. He wasn’t begging for food but for pets. The tiny dog dissolved into enthusiastic wiggles when Bruce Wayne hesitantly began petting Cinnamon. You couldn’t help the large grin that split across your face at the two interacting. Mr. Wayne had such a softness in his eyes that you had yet to see directed at anything else.

“I’ve had him since he was about nine weeks old. The donor of the puppies had an Iggy that had mingled with the neighbors Iggy. I heard from the shelter owner that both dogs got fixed after the incident but I’m so thankful that I got my little guy here.”

Bruce Wayne smiled ever so slightly at the antics of your little baby, and it melted your heart. Cinnamon’s breakfast was all but abandoned for pets by this new person. If Cinnamon approved, that was all you needed. If only this was an actual breakfast date.

“Are you an animal lover,” you asked, twisting one of your rings around your right ring finger.

Mr. Wayne straightened in his chair.

“I wouldn’t say no, but I don’t have any animals. My job wouldn’t allow for me to keep pets.”

You hummed sympathetically. Cinnamon curled himself around your ankles, and you gave him a couple of soft scratches.

“But Cinnamon is a ball of energy one moment and zen the next. Is that normal,” Mr. Wayne asked, signaling for the bill. There was a minor battle about cards in the billfold, but he eventually won.

“Oh yeah. Iggy’s are all about energy. When I know I’m not going to be home, I have a dog walker come stay at my place so he can be walked three times a day,” you said, scooping up the last of your breakfast.

“Three times a day?”

The bill was paid, and you made your way to a park down the street. Your arm was curled safely in Mr. Wayne’s, and the two of you watched as Cinnamon wiggled his little butt down the sidewalk in the park. Mr. Wayne had slid the sunglasses back on his face, and you matched him.

“Italian Greyhounds were used for hunting hares or rabbits and can run up to speeds of thirty-seven miles per hour in short bursts. But they were also companion dogs like they are now. So they’re bred for short-distance sprinting, which is why they’re still used as racing dogs. They need a lot of attention because they’re sensitive and active. So, I try my best and bring him to set when allowed, but this lifestyle isn’t ideal for him,” you finished with a tinge of sadness in your voice.

“He seems pretty happy right now,” Mr. Wayne muttered. You both spotted a paparazzi simultaneously and slowed for a moment to let them get a good shot. Gross. The only time you would ever willingly pose for paparazzi. This was the part of the job you liked the least.

“He just missed his bubby, that’s all. Didn’t you, Cinnamon?”

At the sound of ‘bubby,’ your dog turned around and demanded pets. Veering off to a bench, the two humans sat on the bench. Cinnamon jumped up between you and Mr. Wayne.

“Oh you’re just my little man aren’t you? My little Romeo?”

Your dog was going nuts, letting out eager whines and putting his paws on your thigh to lick your face. Mr. Wayne was petting his back, a gentle smile on his face again. Cinnamon turned to him and started licking his chin. You laughed and pulled your dog away, putting him on the ground again.

“Well, you’re Cinnamon approved,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m glad.”

The three of you walked for another hour, then went back to the restaurant so Alfred could drive you back to your respective homes.

“Thank you for breakfast, Mr. Wayne.”

You started to slide out of the backseat, but Mr. Wayne caught your wrist.

“Please, call me Bruce.”

You smiled, gave him your name, and went inside to let your tired puppy nap.

A week had gone by, and you knew you needed to be seen out with Bruce again. The breakfast and walk had been an enormous success. Alfred said that some investors were more interested in Wayne Enterprises. You’d just been so busy with your filming schedule, and Bruce’s marketing team was relentless with Jamie.

During this week apart, you’d been texting nonstop with Bruce. It took you about three hours to wrangle his favorite color out of him, but it was smooth sailing after that. You were telling jokes, and he was telling you he thought they were funny since he didn’t seem to fully grasp the concept of emojis. You never thought you would be fond of Bruce Wayne at the beginning of this endeavor, but here you were, making fun of him for his whacked-out sleep schedule. A text from him pinged on your phone, and you opened up the conversation again.

‘What’s your alibi for staying up at 3 am in Gotham?’

‘I’m an actor ahsjdj it’s my job to have long hours!!’

‘Rehearsing lines, trying on costumes, being in makeup chairs’

‘And I’m not staying up until 3 am. I wake UP at 3 am to get into hair and makeup for the day’

‘Okay, okay. Truce. I could never be an actor. I’ll leave that profession to you.’

You giggled as your hairdresser fit a wig cap on your head.

‘You better!’

‘I know you’d wipe the floor with me with those pouty lips and sad puppy dog eyes you have’

Bruce went silent after that, and you figured he passed out finally.

“Did you really fire Anthony last week? He seemed like a nice guy,” Beth, your hairdresser, said. You sighed, and your good mood went with it. Why was everyone so concerned about this man? He wasn’t anything special. In fact, he was a pretty big creep.

“He was… staying in my apartment far longer than I would like every night and nothing I said would make him leave. I just didn’t feel safe around him anymore, which is the entire point of having a security guard.”

“Oh, so creepy! He seemed so nice,” Beth said, curling a piece of a wig with a curling iron. Human hair wigs never stopped amazing you.

You felt a flood of irritation. That’s how creeps always were, weren’t they? Always the nice guy until they were the “nice guy.”

“Yeah, well, he was fine. But he’s gone now,” you said flatly. There was a beat of silence as Beth adjusted your wig cap.

“So,” Beth said conspiratorially. “Bruce Wayne, huh? I didn’t think he was your type.”

You smiled coyly in the mirror at her, shrugging your shoulders. Look smitten; look lovestruck. Your eyes softened.

“He’s so unlike anything anyone expects from him,” you said.

Beth cooed, removing the wig from your head.

“Well, if I were Bruce Wayne, I’d make sure to keep a looker like you on my arm. Babe, if I wasn’t married, I’d ask for your hand on the spot.”

You laughed as she slid a blonde wig on your head, the curled look reminding you of Shirley Temple.

“How is your wife, by the way?”

[sunnibits]

I was tagged by @gingerteaonthetardis, ty abbey! ☺️

favorite movie trilogy of all time: Honestly I also have to say Lord of the Rings. I mean, I also can’t even think of anything else, but lotr would definitely beat anything else. I actually just finished a fellowship rewatch last night! What can I say, those movies are just perfect.

name of the main character in the last book you read/are currently reading: I’m in desperate need of a new book right now, but I just finished ‘I Kissed Alice’, which surprisingly, does not actually star an Alice! (Technically). There were two main characters - Rhodes and Iliana.

favorite color combination: hmmm that’s hard, I don’t really think about color combos? 🤔 I have to say I’m a big fan of anything involving teal as an accent.. like, brown and teal, black/grey and teal… so good… And personally I think crimson and gold is just always a classic win. Also, any kind of warm/sunset color palettes! I’m so weak for that. 🤌

most common craving: probably chocolate or any sweet candies, and also salty snacks, as far as what I end up hunting my pantry for the most. I’m very weak for any baked goods as well and will jump at any chance to make warm, gooey brownies or chocolate chip cookies!

favorite word: bro hell if I know.. probably not my favorite word (because how could you possibly chose???) but the first thing that popped into my head was ‘languid’. I love that word, it has such a nice mental image - especially bc it sounds like ‘liquid’ which idk, I just like a lot. And yet I always seem to have a hard time working it into my writing…

word count of the last writing piece you worked on: well, if we’re counting the notes I frantically jotted down last night to make sure I didn’t forget any bits of the scenes I had in my head, then 834 words 😂. (That one’s a small Izzy fic about him getting wounded but it’s slowly turning into a full on steddy hands fic against my will, please send help 😭). But! If we’re just focusing on like, actual full writing and not just half-written dialogue, then we have my other Izzy-centric WIP which is 1,964 words so far. Not bad at all by my standards! 😌 (That is, considering the longest thing I’ve even posted on AO3 was only 1,130 words).

current obsession: I mean… do I even need to say it😔😔….. Besides just my horrible little man though, I’m currently obsessed with practicing stylization in my art! Like, trying to figure out what shapes I can make people into to make everything more fun and dynamic, and how to distinguish characters from each other with those shapes. It’s very different from what I normally do, so it’s super fun to explore! Even if I don’t really know what I’m doing as of yet 😅

this was fun!! tagging (if you feel like it!): @lordoftherazzles @gxlden-switchblade (bestie I know you are writing some wild fic lately!) @iggy-hands @soliusss

[mvrtaiswriting]

Your writing is so beautifully done! I feel like you really capture your characters’ personalities. Would you consider writing a scenario where reader was part of the Crusaders and is reconnecting with part4!Jotaro after his recent divorce. It’s awkward dating at first, but Joot’s heart melts every time he sees reader and Jolyne getting along so well.

Are you even real? - Jotaro Kujo.

HELLO HELLO HELLO and thank you so much for waiting so long! Writer’s block has been a pain BUT this one actually carried me away and helped me get through it.. so thank you for requesting it! Gotta say it: timeline of jojo’s event is not accurate, but it does include everything you asked for!! I don’t wanna bother you anymore so please enjoy! I hope this meets your expectations!! 

Neutral reader x Jotaro Kujoh.

Jojo’s bizzare adventures: Diamond Is Unbreakable & Stardust Crusaders

Timeline of Jojo’s events (mostly jotaro’s fatherhood) is a bit bizzare

SFW

Trigger warning: usual jojo’s violence

Words Count: 2631

Song suggestion: Are you even real? by James Blake

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Jotaro was about to throw what would have been his last punch to Kira when he was interrupted by the manifestation of a familiar stand. Was he hallucinating? Did he lose too much blood to imagine things now? While he asked himself this questions, resting his back against the wall trying to preserve the few energies he had left in his body, he looked around looking for the owner of the stand that just came to his rescue. His eyes scanned meticulously the area; he was sure you weren’t far – of course, if all of it just wasn’t a massive joke made by his tired mind.

But you were there – you were really there. And you were beating up Kira so bad, making it look so easy. He widened his eyes open, forcing himself to remain conscious. Josuke would have arrived in matters of minutes and he would have cured all of his injuries.

Jotaro closed his eyes, and the next thing he saw was you and Josuke leaning over him. You smiled when you noticed he was regained energy and health, looking into his beautiful aquamarine eyes for some seconds. You really missed them, you missed him.

“Getting old?” you said laughing, offering him a hand to help him stand up. He shook his head while a soft, almost imperceptible smile formed on his lips as he fixed his hat onto his head as per usual.

“What are you doing here?” he said, opening his arms and implicitly inviting you into a hug.

You smiled, hugging him tight. You guys hadn’t seen each other in so long, and being in each other’s arms just felt like coming home.

“Guess this is your way to say ‘thank you for saving my ass, nice to see you again!’” you said laughing.

Behind you, Josuke’s and his friends’ all had riddled expressions on their faces. Seeing Jotaro so outgoing surely was something unexpected – so much that Kira running away didn’t seem to matter at all.

Jotaro nodded at your words, breaking up from the hug and taking a good minute to look at you. He still was much taller than you, and you didn’t seem to have aged a bit. You were as beautiful as he remembered you. What he didn’t remember was all the complicated, little emotions he felt every time he was next to you that were now coming back to surface. You always held a special place in his heart. You two always shared a particular bond that never got the chance to really develop. During the crusaders days, you were too busy fighting and looking for Dio to get involved into emotional relationships; and following the final battle, after losing Kakyion, Avdol and Iggy, Jotaro didn’t think it was appropriate to actually confess you his feelings. All of you were mourning the deaths of your companions, and although Kakyion would have encouraged Jotaro to actually tell you about how he felt, in that moment, it just didn’t feel right. So he let you go, and everyone just returned to their own lives. He had moved on since then or at least he tried to do so; he was now a father with a failed marriage, but he never really forgot you. Afterall, no one ever forgets their first love.

“Joseph called me a week ago. I’m sorry I came late but it was the best I could do!” You answered Jotaro’s previous question. “He told me you guys needed a hand and that my degree in criminology would have been useful. He explained everything to me and.. here I am!” you continued.

Jotaro’s expression seemed surprised. He didn’t know his grandfather was still in contact with you. At first, he started to ask himself why didn’t Joseph tell him years before. He could have had a chance with you – he would have followed you wherever you were. His jiji knew what he felt towards you, how could he just stay silent? Those questions were quickly followed by doubts: what was Joseph planning? Did he call you because they really needed you there or because he was just trying to help Jotaro overcome his divorce and find someone to help him with Jolyne? All these doubts clouded Jotaro’s mind, leaving him silent.

After you were introduced to everyone, you and the rest of the guys went to a coffee bar to discuss how  investigations would have been organised and what methods would have been more successful in finding Kira’s new identity.

Jotaro kept his eyes locked on you while you professionally explained to Rohan, Koichi and the rest of the boys what to do. A part of him was busy studying every little detail of your face. How you still did the same facial expression you did 10 years before, how your smile still managed to lighten up everything around you. It was so strange how much time passed by, how many things changed during these years; yet  things stayed the same between the two of you. He still felt the same way he did when he was just a boy, you guys still related to each other the same way you did when you travelled around the world.

Jotaro’s posture was much more relaxed now that you were around. His face had a more relaxed expression, and you gladly found out that he became a bit more talkative than he was in his younger days.

Joseph found you a room in the same Hotel where him and Jotaro where staying in while in Morio-cho, leading the two of you to spend an incredible amount of time together.

As time passed, you and Jotaro grew closer and closer. You quickly learned about his love life and that he became a marine biologist, something you would have never expected from him. He was very curious about your life too: he was eager to know what happened to you during those years – he wasn’t able to find you when he tried, and now that you were right in front of him, he wanted to make the best out of the time he got to spend with you. He wanted to know if the person he always loved was taken, and what happened to them during all that time. However, he never directly asked you any private question. He learned that you had an important relationship at a certain point, which broke your heart and made you afraid of love, but only because you and Joseph talked about it.

He thought it was ironic; he had a similar experience.

Searching for Kira’s new identity was tiring. You were all doing your best, and were using every resource you could. You in particular were really involved with the whole research project– it was the main reason why you were there. Every time there were news, whether they were minor or not, you were always the first one to be notified.

You were busy examining some of your notes and the pictures Rohan took when Jotaro knocked on your door. You sent your stand over to open the door, focusing on your studies. It was only when you smelled Jotaro’s sweet perfume filling the room that you finally lifted your eyes up from the books and the various pics in front of you. You greeted Jotaro with a weak smile, as he sat down next to you.

“Thought you could use some coffee.” He said, leaving a fuming cup in front of you.

You thanked him, and proceeded to take a long sip from the cup.

“How is it going?” he asked.

You sighed, running an hand through your hair as if that gesture could help you reorganise your thoughts. You explained everything to him, ranting a bit about how stressing the whole situation felt. Every time you thought you got closer to finding Kira, something happened that forced you to start all over again. He wasn’t like every other serial killer you studied about; he was always a step ahead of everyone.

Jotaro listened carefully to your words, nodding sometimes to let you know that he was really paying attention to what you were saying. Once you finished, he looked a bit perplexed and offered you his insight regarding the whole situations. You trusted his words more than anyone else’s – you knew he had great analytical skills, you would have trusted him with your life. Something you already did in the past.

The two of you spent the night together, smoking some cigarettes while discussing about every possibility regarding Kira’s escape. He sat exactly next to you on the sofa, reading some documents given to you by the Speedwagon foundation when you tiredly rested your head on his shoulder.

This gesture made his muscles contract for a second, catching him out of guard. He turned to look at you, your eyes almost closed because of your tiredness. Without saying a word, Jotaro leaned his lips against your head, leaving a soft kiss on it before continuing reading his documents as if nothing happened. It wasn’t long until you fell asleep. When Jotaro noticed it, he wasn’t sure about moving. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he knew that wasn’t the most comfortable position for you to sleep in. He slowly lied on the sofa, letting you rest your head on his chest. He put his white coat on you, deciding to stay there for the night.

You woke up next to him the following morning, your bodies completely intertwined. You were confused, as you didn’t remember falling asleep. Also, you didn’t really want to bother Jotaro this much, and immediately felt bad about it. You slowly got up, leaving the beautiful man sleep on the sofa of your hotel room. After a quick shower, you headed towards the hotel’s canteen to buy some breakfast for both of you.

When you finally returned to your room, you saw Jotaro stretching up, standing tall in the middle of the room. “Morning” he whispered in a low, raspy voice.

Smiling as if you were a teenager in love, you replied and offered him a donut.

“I’m sorry for yesterday. You could have woken me up.” You said shyly, doing your best to avoid eye contact.

He hinted a small laugh, messing your hair with his hand.

“No need to apologise, silly. It’s fine, I fell asleep too.”

-

Days passed by, and you knew you were getting closer to find out Kira’s identity. Your days however, weren’t made up solely by studies, researches or fight. Most of the time you found yourself spending time with the Joestar’s family: you would usually have dinner with Josuke, Jotaro, Joseph and Josuke’s mum, spending quality time together and hearing funny anecdotes from Josuke and Joseph. You also had the chance to meet Jolyne a few times; Jotaro drove you out of city because he really cared about letting the two of you meet. And it was a good thing: you and jolyne relly got along with each other, almost as if you had been friends in a previous lifetime.

Although Jotaro was never vocal about it, he was important to him to see how  along you got with his family. He loved seeing you playing with Jolyne, and he knew how much you appreciated and respected Joseph. It was also nice to see you getting along with Josuke – both of you had a lively personality, and he grew affectionate towards you really quickly. Sometimes, Jotaro would find your bond a bit irritating – but he knew Josuke was only a 14 y/o boy. He was also conscious about how irrationally jealous he could become, so he never really spoke about it.

As time passed, Jotaro became more and more aware of his feelings towards you. He never forgot you and now every emotion he felt in the past was simply coming back.

 The two of you spent an awful amount of time together, always finding new excuses to do so. Whether it was to investigate over Kira, training to prepare for the final battle or simply visiting some new places, there wasn’t a moment when you weren’t with him; and although he felt incredible bad for thinking about it, Jotaro hoped to find Kira as late as possible.

He needed more time; more time to fully understand what was going on inside his mind and his heart, more time to find the right words to explain everything to you, more time to understand whether his feelings were reciprocated or not.

It was during the final battle with Kira that he finally had the responses he needed.

Seeing you covered in blood made his heart beat incredibly fast. For minutes that felt like an eternity he did not know what to do, how to act - something which was very unusual for him. Jotaro had always been the kind of person to think rapidly, without letting his emotions overwhelm him. But this time it was different. He left you and Josuke fighting alone against Kira for too much time and now the both of you were in danger. It was something he already experience before in Egypt, and he wasn’t willing to lose anyone else.  You kept one of Josuke’s arms around your shoulders to help him standing, the young boy still towering you even if his figure was arched over you. Both of you were covered in blood and with various injuries over your bodies. You were still able to stand on your feet, looking angrily at Kira who was grinning in response. Your breath was heavy and you didn’t have much strength left in your body, but when you saw Jotaro, you knew you had to hold on.

You gave him a quick look, his face covered with worry and fear. “I’ll cover your back but you'll have to be quick.” you said, summoning your powerful Stand once again. Jotaro understood your plan, and without losing anymore time he started walking towards you, becoming close enough to use Star Platinum against your enemy.

“Star Platinum. The World!” he said, stopping time and letting Kira have a taste of Star Platinum’s punches.

Before he let time flow again, he gently picked your body up in his arms and stepped far enough from the explosion Killer Queen would have caused moments later. Shielding you with his own body, time started to flow again. You looked at him smiling, gratefully crouching yourself onto his chest, trying your best to recover some energie and enjoying the warmth of his body.

“Thanks for always being my hero.”

Jotaro couldn’t help but smile hearing those words, shaking his head in response.

“I just returned you a favour.”, he added.

-

Two weeks passed by since the defeat of Yoshikage Kira.

You and Jotaro decided to stay in Morio-cho a bit longer than what you originally planned. The time spent together allowed you to discuss your mutual feelings and, after a long night of passion and love, you started dating.

It was awkward at first. You and Jotaro never really officialised your relationship; you just let things between you evolve naturally, preferring a physical love language over words – what united the two of you wasn’t something that could have been easily described. However, he eventually confessed you that he had loved you since your trip in Egypt, receiving a: “I did too, idiot.” in response.

As time went by, you and Jolyne managed to build a strong, beautiful bond – so much, she’d start to refer to you as a parental figure and nothing less. Jotaro loved seeing the two of you together; you were the people he loved the most, and he was happy his little daughter liked you as much as he always did.

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Rating the Golden Deer...

Claude: 9.5/10

I will always be weak for the lovable trickster archetype. He also has a fleshed out backstory that helps make sense of his personality, and a goal that’s truly noble. His only flaw is that he is not canonically bisexual. Excuse you, game. All tricksters are bisexual. There are no exceptions.

Hilda: 10/10

Absolute perfection. The only thing I love as much as a lovable trickster is a prissy princess type character with a deeply hidden heart of gold. Plus her friendship with Claude? That shit is S tier. You cannot convince me that they aren’t a wlw/mlm bi power couple.

Lorenz: 9/10

*John Mulaney voice* He’s a bitch and I like him So Much. I took off a point for his tragic haircut, but honestly, I really like Lorenz. He’s just... so interesting to me. Yes, he is a pompous asshat. But he’s also so sincere and his intentions are pure. I mean, yes, there are def times when I want to slap him, but if I were him, and some unknown clownish man showed up and claimed to be the heir to the place I called home, despite not having even grown up there, I might be a tad suspicious about his intentions, too.

Ignatz: 9.5/10

My son!! What a pure and perfect boy. His only flaw is that he doesn’t seem to have any flaws? Like he’s maybe a tad awkward at times but that only adds to his adorableness. So he’s unrealistic, but man I love him too much to care all that much.

Raphael: 7/10

He’s almost a himbo, except for the fact that he’s not particularly handsome nor charming, a fact which kind of pisses me off, not gonna lie. Like, he could have been a himbo. I mourn what could have been. I also wish he was less of a joke character. Otherwise, his heart is in the right place, and he’s a good friend to Iggy.

Leonie: 6/10

I would really, really like this character if she wasn’t so fricking Weird about Jeralt. Seriously, Leonie, you knew the guy for like maybe two or three months when you were a kid. Byleth is his goddamn son. Who are you to criticize Byleth’s relationship with his own damn father? What are your feelings for Jeralt, anyway? Leonie, I love you, but plz stop creeping on my dad.

Lysithea: 7.5/10

I understand your past is super traumatic, Lysithea, but would it kill you to be a little kinder to the people who only want to be your friend? Especially when it comes to Ignatz. You could be a brat to anyone else, but why him? Ignatz has done nothing wrong in his life, ever. Also, I just hate the whole Fire Emblem trope of having a character who is essentially a child but “mature for their age” or “actually 1,000 years old” so it’s ok to date them. Get out of here with that bullshit. The incest is one thing, but giving men free reign to creep on teen girls is not something I will ever be comfortable with.

Marianne: 8/10

I couldn’t find a gif for her, which is honestly such bull. She’s a sweet girl, and she deserves more recognition. She does give me some bad second-hand embarrassment at times, since I basically used to be Marianne when I was a teenager, but that’s not her fault. It’s hard to hate yourself, because you can never escape yourself, and that makes life goddamn miserable. Her character development is subtle but honestly it’s more realistic that way. I 100% ship her with Lorenz. There’s something about the whole dark knight/holy knight combo that satisfies me on a deeply emotional level. Plus Marianne deserves a man who will put her on a pedestal.

Aaaaand, that’s it! I may make another post in the future on some other characters (Blue Lions, Seteth, Flayn, etc.) But here are my thoughts

What do you think? Which Golden Deer do you love and why?

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iggy calling martin, my love, is very sweet and adorable. sue me i’m a weak hoe for couples and pet names

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Omens Finale

I’ve had a few request about Omens, just wanted to make sure that it was concluded properly and I wasn’t phoning it in. So without further ado Omens’ Finale.

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“Yes!”

No!

“I love to.”

I hate it!

“Please, my love?”

Fuck you!

You hated this, you hated this so much! No matter what you wanted to say, the opposite is what came from your mouth, all because of that spell.

 That spell, that damn spell backfired on you! You had misread one line, one Six Damn line and now you were a prisoner of your own design. You figured that you were well versed in ancient writings and reading! There was no way that you misread the stupid spell!

Place on the heart and by the mind, your spell will work in due time. A peaceful rest and you will find, your hearts and soul quite a lined

a lined

A LINED!

At the time you were so caught up in trying to escape, that hadn’t even realized it.  Of course that wasn’t a break up spell, it was a stupid heart to heart spell. Only when you found yourself awakened three days later in that false embrace did you even realize that you were still in this hell. 

 How foolish could you be? 

Apparently dumb enough to pick one that had been working for well over a month at this point. Each time you try to pull away, it would only make the spell work harder against you. At times you weren’t even certain of what you truly wanted.

Your body felt like it was trapped within some type of limbo all the time. You were always arguing with yourself, constantly fighting as the you that hated this, that hated being this way. Treated so fragile, so coddled and weak.

Against a part that started so small and quiet, who loved it. It was so soft at first, you were able to ignore and over power it from time to time, but eventually you began to notice that it was becoming something stronger.

In moments of clarity you’d find yourself tearing through libraries and ancient tomes trying to find a way, some way to leave, to break this spell but then you heard the other you.

They love us, don’t you see?

As you sat in this room, alone with your thoughts, you wanted to try, you wanted to try and find some way to break this curse, but each time you attempted to stand to go to those book lined shelves that got you into this mess, that other voice you tried to kill, would stop you.

“They love us.”

They don’t!

“They always have, can’t you see.”

They want control, they want to keep me a pet.

You weren’t even aware that you had begun to pace, the long trains of the dress you were wearing dragging against the floor, as your heels clacked against the cold hard floor.

“They don’t, they truly do love us.”

There is no us! This is my body and you’re just a spell, a spell that has gone on too long.

“No, can’t you see,” You feet stopped pacing as you moved before the large floor length mirror, framed by spirals and swirls of beautiful design. Still the beauty of the mirror was long forgotten as you stared ahead directly into the mirror meeting your own gaze. 

Red, a beautiful red, that may have once reminded you of love, sat in a heart shape in your eyes.

“You are me.”

Those words left your lips, at the same time you grabbed one of the vases from one of the side table, throwing it as hard as you could into the mirror with a scream of defiance, watching as the large mirror shattered around you. Almost in slow motion as you kept catching glances of that red, that beautiful red seeming to be mocking you time and again. You felt like you were drowning, but still you kept screaming.

I’m not crazy!

You chanted this time and time again like a mantra, but it seemed like it was getting softer, quieter each time. Were you crazy, was that a part of this spell, was it making you insane? You were fighting with yourself.

“Y/N?”

You turned, tears in your eyes, a whirlwind of destruction around you. So caught up in the rage and hate, you hadn’t noticed the destruction around. Books destroyed, glass everywhere, furniture upturned. But in all that destruction, there they stood, almost like a beacon of hope. 

A glass of water in this horrid desert you found yourself in.

You gave a sniff, feeling one of your shoes slip on a torn page, as you raced across the room with a soft wail into arms opened for you.

“Shh, shh it’s okay, Y/N.”

You gave another cry, hearing those sweet comforting words from Prompto.

“Darling, you’re hurt.” 

You felt Ignis trying to take your hand from where you had clenched tightly to Noctis, trying to form some type of sentence, but each time it came out in frustrated wails.

“Let Iggy, see you hand, Babe.”

At the soft voice of Gladiolus, you allowed Ignis to see to the hand, your face still buried into Noctis’s neck. Prompto’s comforting hand caressing your back, it felt so lovely.

“What happened, Y/N?” Noctis inquired, his arm tightly around you.

You gave another sob, you couldn’t face them right, you just couldn’t. All you wanted right now was…

Their warm comforting touch.

*

“Do you feel better, Darling?” Ignis asked, taking your mug from you, that was once filled with soup.

You gave a weak nod, sharing Gladiolus’s lap, with Prompto who had refused to release you. You didn’t trust your voice, it was still raw from your screaming, and the apparent tantrum within the library. The other voice was also much more silent than before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Prompto asked, a hand stroking your hair.

You shook your head, leaning into the touch.

“Just a bad day?” Gladiolus followed up.

You thought for a moment, before nodding. Your eyes turning to Noctis, as he moved before you, taking your left hand, looking it over. Just an hour ago, it was covered in blood from a large gash, from throwing furniture or the glass, but thanks to a potion it had healed rather nicely.

“Y/N, this is mine.” Noctis stated, those blue eyes turning to meet your gaze. “You are mine, do you understand?”

There was no hesitation, no fight, just a firm,

“Yes, Noctis.”

*

A blur, you struggled from time to time, but the fight, that fire just seemed to die, you hadn’t even realized it. Was it over time, or was it just removed in one go?

You recalled, standing within the garden with Ignis, every opportunity, you had every chance to go, to run. No one was holding you back, there were no chains, no tethers, nothing to hold you to him, but still you stayed, never too far away from him. At most you made certain to stay within his sight, or so that you could always see him. It made you uncomfortable not to know where he was, or not be within his sight, or any of their sight for that matter.

You recalled smacking a tray of food from Prompto, but the moment your hand came into contact with the tray, you immediately found yourself in his arms, apologizing, checking him over to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He constantly assured you it was an accident and when you thought about it, it really was, there was no ill will, simply a wrong place at the wrong time.

You recalled resting in the large nook window of the apartment, only to suddenly find yourself being lifted. You flailed and shrieked, pulling away only to relax when you heard that deep chuckle from Gladiolus. Your panic immediately became affectionate cuddles.

You recalled running, fast and hard. Your dress picked up, almost as if working on muscle memory, your feet dragged you to an exit, but then you’d turn. Only to gasp as a flash of blue appeared for you, and you were face to face with a soft smile, that you were certain was a reaction to one on your own face.

Noctis had caught you again.

You didn’t fight his victory kiss, no any of the kisses. You craved them, wanting nothing more than to be physically shown their love.

You thought of the freedom you had gotten in  the halls of the Citadel, no longer escorted, but still you feet your dragged you somewhere familiar somewhere close to them. Almost as if you were searching for something, trying to find something, only to find that it was taking you to them.

There were a few times when you’d find yourself outside in the middle of the night, suddenly awakened as you fell into the river. There was no one there to take you back, but still you climbed from the river, wet, and you sat and waited.

It never took long, before you were found, wrapped in arms and escorted back.

Back Home.

*

“Is it really okay?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Noctis chuckled.

You only asked, because you were supposed to be down in the central ballroom, being introduced as the Prince’s betrothal party. Your veil finally to be removed, as you were introduced as the future Princess of the Kingdom. While most of the party was underway, you were assured time and again that it was okay for the five of you to slip away for a breather, as the future Princess was of “Delicate health” and just needed a moment.

What you hadn’t expected was to find yourself in this more office suite apartments. This one was stationed not too far from Ignis’s but sat higher up within the citadel, appearing almost to be a high rise apartment within itself, if not for the hundreds of books behind the large desk, and beautiful dark furniture that littered the room. But the most amazing thing of all was the huge window, one entire wall was just a window. Seeing that it was high enough from the ground floors, the lights from the city and the castle didn’t object to the stars.

“How pretty.” You found yourself cooing, as Noctis moved you over to the window. From up this far, everyone and everything looked so small, like little toys.

“It is a wonderful view.” Ignis stated, having poured a few drinks, handing yourself and Noctis the first two.

“Thank you, Iggy.” You cooed accepting the glass, before he moved over to hand Gladiolus and Prompto theirs.

“Tonight’s been pretty awesome.” Prompto smiled, “How about a toast?”

“A toast?” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Yeah, to an awesome future.” Prompto laughed, his glass high.

“Whelp Iggy, you’re up.” Gladiolus smiled, raising his glass alongside Prompto’s.

Ignis gave a playful sigh as he raised his glass, “I believe that the honor should be Y/Ns.”

“Me?”

“Yeah how about it?” Noctis chuckled his glass raised next to you. 

You held the glass in your hand, thinking for a moment before raising it to the sky, “May the worst day of our futures, be the happiest day of our past.”

A round of cheers echoed the room, as everyone's glass moved to their lip

As you sipped your drink, your eyes turned back towards the night sky, only to find them focused back on you, that red had returned, much brighter in your eyes. But not just there, on your chest, there was no mistaking it, the same color red, in the shape of a heart glowing brightly. seeming to be beating along to your own heart. You stepped towards the window, hand raised to touch your reflection.

“What is...?”

“Didn’t think it would take this long.” Noctis replied beside you.

“What would take this long?” You asked, only to turn as you found Ignis behind you, having removed the power dampening necklace from your neck. A surge of trapped magic flooding through you.

“The spell.” Noctis stated, as if that would answer your question.

“The spell, what do you...no.” You gasped in horror, that small flame suddenly began to roar again as the pieces begun to fall. That veil you allowed to control you begun to fall. “You, you did this. What did you do to me?”

“Sorry, Y/N, it was the only way we could protect you.” Prompto offered reaching out, only for you to shove him away. “Don’t be angry.”

You suddenly realized that you were being surrounded, you held tightly to the glass of booze within your hand to ground yourself. “What the hell did you do?”

“Y/N, careful, the dampener was removed…” Gladiolus began as he reached for you, only to have you pull away, releasing another surge of magic.

“Answer me!” You screamed, that fire was raging now, you knew, you knew that there was no way you would have messed up this bad. The fight was coming back, “What the fuck did you do to me!?”

“We’ve removed the dampener, we don’t want it to react to the final steps of the spell.” Ignis stated, always calm and collected, he stayed out of your striking range but close enough that he could get to you.

This only pissed you off more, “You fucked up the spell and you did this to me, this isn’t me.”

“Y/N, I’ve told you time and again,”

You turned toward Noctis before you, all of your anger was boiling over, you almost fell for it. You almost fell for this false love, this false joke of love. You almost let them win!

“...I’m going to protect you.”

You hadn’t realized what you had done until you felt both Gladiolus and Ignis grab a hold of you, the empty glass shattering at your feet. You had tossed your drink directly within Noctis face, “Fuck you! You son of a bitch! I’m not…”

You were quickly hushed as you felt your back slammed against the window, Noctis standing before his hand tight to your chin, keeping you facing him, your gaze unable to go anywhere else but his own. That predatory magic was what was keeping you pressed against the wall, at his mercy.

You tried focusing, a way to escape. You could try the window. There would be no way you could survive the fall from this high, but maybe you could drag this bastard down with you. You tried again and again but the window was too thick.

“Don’t try that, you’ll just wear yourself out.” Ignis stated.

“Noct’s office is the most secure. Sound proof and resistance.” Gladiolus followed up.

You felt your flame flicker as that bright red begun to slowly creep over you vision. As if rose colored glasses were being forced on you.

“This is for your own good, I tried to make you see, we all did. But you go and you take a book to try and leave us. Luckily Specs found it before you could do anything foolish.”

You thought about it, there was no way they didn’t find it, you had fainted and they had changed you out of the dress. “How?”

“A photocopied page, simply switched two spell names.” Ignis replied. “You do recall the, amor aeternus spell.”

Amor Aeternus? The eternal love spell. That’s what they used! A spell that was banned and said to have been destroyed thousands of years ago due to the fact no one could break it. It would start my taking over the mind and then the heart.

“Once it’s completed we won’t have to ever have this conversation again. It’s too late now, Y/N.”

There appeared to be a sad smile on his face. Did he have some guilt behind this? Did he honestly feel sorry? Or was it all part of his act too?!

You let out a sob, you just wanted to know, you deserved to know, “Why, why me?”

“Because there’s no one else.” Noctis removed his hand from you chin, to stroke you cheek. “You are mine, Y/N.”

You followed their gaze to the glowing heart on your chest, noticing now that it was filling up before it disappeared. You turned horrified eyes back to Noctis’s gaze finding his staring directly at you, you felt tears fill your eyes, you had lost.

You had already known the answer but the tears fell as you gave a shuttered, “Why?”

You tried again and again to resist.

Begging yourself to resist.

But found yourself screaming

For more.

For their affection and their love.

The small inferno, gone, not even an ember left into existence. The spell had done its job.

You felt the hand leave your cheek as Noctis stepped away. All of them hovering over you, watching intently.

“Their is only one thing left Noct.” Ignis stated as Noctis nodded.

“Y/n,” Noctis called, the only way he knew you heard him was from your body stiffening at his voice. “ I love you.”

“Y/N, I love you.” Prompto echoed.

“I love you, Y/N.” Gladiolus repeated.

“I love you.” Ignis duplicated.

Without any second thought or hesitation, you lifted your head. The red heart on you chest vanished, as the red within your eyes flashed once before returning to their normal color.

You responded.

“I love you too.”

[marchonea]

DEArtfest Day 06 - Amnesia.

I decided to return to my boi Chris Miller for this one, and made myself have feels as I contemplated how, in moments of weakness, he might long for the sweet release of amnesia rather than continue to be haunted by the memories of that fateful night in Capitol Park...

Today’s Hidden Iggy is truly evil, so I’ll leave you with a hint - look for the glasses.

[danddymaro]

Sleep | Jean Pierre Polnareff x Reader

Just an idea I had in mind. It’s a Polnareff thing, but I guess if you really, really squint, it could also be a DIO thing,  

Maybe, ¯\_(　´∀｀)_/¯

Word count : 2183

She remembers her encounters with DIO, having crossed paths with him more than once. 

She’d run from him the first two times, fleeting from the vampire , only because he allowed her to, each time chuckling as she managed to ‘slip’ away.

And she wasn’t stupid to think she’d somehow outsmarted him, or cocky enough to taunt him by living her every day life as normally as she had before. Instead, she secluded herself, hiding from everyone and everything, afraid of even her own shadow, well aware it could just be him in disguise.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down again, toying with her like a malicious little feline, pawing at a cornered, shivering, mouse. 

Because to him, it was all a game, while to her, it was a never ending nightmare.

With an incurable insomnia she waited, every night staring up at the ceiling, blankly gazing at it as she felt her heart race, feeling impending doom fall upon her.

‘Why me?’ She asked herself constantly.

It all started after that arrow pierced her...

All the abnormalities and unrest starting from that one event, one that was in-explainable in itself.

‘How did  I even survive?’ She wondered, only briefly as it was the least of her worries.

It was tortuous weeks of unease  until she finally met with her nightmare...

When he grew sick and tired of their game, he appeared before her, ready to take his claim,

‘Do you still have any fight in you?’ He wondered, knowing the answer as he eyed her, ‘Of course I’d never force you at my side, that’s all for you to decide my dear,’ He thought with a malicious grin.

He’d then shown her the extent of his power, red raining down on her as thuds were heard at her sides, severed corpses at her feet in a second’s time. 

She hadn’t even known how he did it, but of all the red stained figures, he was all that was untouched, his alabaster skin glowing white brilliance from his chiseled body, too good for the remains of his slaughter to graze him.

Bloody gore puddled around her and shaken to the core she choked on a cry, her voice failing her,  her ability to flee gone.

Her legs gave out before him, pitifully bowing to him, not intending to, but her body seeming to know it’s place before the creature,

“ (f/n) ” He cood, reaching for her.

Her racing heart stilled as he tenderly pressed his cold palms onto her wet cheeks, “You’re trembling...” he said observing her, watching her wide (e/c) eyes as they stared up at him, almost unblinking.

He was a monster...

He was terrifying...

And yet the sight of the golden haired man was so transcendent, he was like an angel descended onto the apocalypse.

Beauty fallen into the macabre...

“P-please...please don’t,” she begged, feeling his pointed, black nails drag over her as his fingers trailed beneath her glossy (e/c) eyes, wiping away hot tears in a way that it would be tender had it been anyone else.

“(f/n)....dear...” he said warmly, his gleaming eyes akin to drops of sweet, warmed honey.

DIO...

He was frighting ...

He was malicious and evil...

He was through and through A monster...

And yet, he was the only thing that could save her. He was the only thing powerful enough to protect her,

‘Only he ...Only he can,’ She thought numbly, melting into his hold, subdued.

“Nothing but DIO can hurt you, “ he promised her, “As well as nothing but DIO can save you now,” he murmured, satisfied as she fell onto his web.  

She ignored the splashing sounds beneath her feet and palms, as well as the warm stickiness that smothered them and stained everything scarlet, all while she came closer to the powerful being, crawling to him more and as much as she could.

She was terrified, but at the very least, she knew that she was safe. She knew he could make her nightmares cease, and he could also protect her, saving her from a gruesome fate.

“Only I can,” he reminded her, large hands placed on her protectively , like a large and glorious beast guarding it’s fresh prey. 

“Lord ...DIO...” she muttered softly, brokenly as she closed her eyes.

‘I am yours,’

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

(f/n)’s back stiffened straight as she shot up, her hazy eyes wide as she startled from her half-sleep state. She’d drifted off for only a moment, but she felt as though she’d been stuck back in time. 

The distraught look to her (e/c) eyes soon melted as the black and white dog jumped on her lap, damn near starting her as she was already shaken from her nightmare.

Slowly, she came back down to earth, settling back into the present time where she wasn’t alone.

Where she wasn’t weak...

Despite all the tension in her body, and unease in her heart, she couldn’t help but pull up a gentle smile, “long day?” she asked him with light amusement, seeing as for the most part he went on his own adventures.

As per usual, the Creature didn’t respond, only letting out a very faint sound of a whine.

Meanwhile, Polnareff glared at the creature, his blue eyes darkly trained on the darned mutt.

Relaxed and fully pleased, Iggy ignored the menacing spite, instead laying his head onto his own front paws, his entire, tiny body curled over the (h/c) haired woman's lap.

Lazily scratching him behind his ear, (f/n) yawned into her other hand, her head leaning over to the side closer to the window as she began to drift off again, this time with more ease.

'Damn mutt, trying to act all cute with her,' Polnareff pouted,  his gaze still heated. 

With him it was nothing but snarls and farts, and with everyone else it was the same shitty attitude, but once you throw a pretty girl in the mix, the dog pretends to be the cutest , sweetest angel put on the planet. 

And it was much worse if the lady in question was (f/n). 

When she was around he would give her large , rounded sweet eyes, making her coo at even the simplest things.

For a moment he let his attention fall onto the female instead, his  glaring eyes softened as he watched her slowly drift off.

'Ah...but I guess it's not so bad,' he tried to reason, a small smile rising as he watched the seemingly permanent worry cease from her brows.

The closer they drew, the more he could see the flesh beneath her (e/c) eyes darken. He knew she couldn’t sleep,and she didn’t have to openly admit it, it was plainly obvious to him.

DIO had nested a terror in her she couldn't shake, one that left her quivering, so much so that even after the wretched flesh bud that possessed her was removed, she was hesitant to betray him. 

And it was something Jean Pierre Polnareff could forget,

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

(Flashback)

"He'll kill me…" she said with fright, true and utter fear visible in her (e/c) eyes as she panicked. 

Her stand rose to protect her as her arms pressed themselves close to her chest, hands trembling as they pressed over her quivering mouth.

"No matter what I do... He'll find me...and He’ll kill me!" She added, while crying out to the silver haired man, “Do you understand what you've done?” she choked out.

He wouldn't have mercy…

He’d see it as treason...

"I'll never be free from this nightmare," she sorrow filled. 

That day the Frenchman felt  sweetness, a draw to her that was desperate to protect her. 

Perhaps it was the part that missed his little sister, trying to find another reason to live, another thing to protect.

Something else to cling on...

He wasn’t entire sure what it was that fueled him, but he drew towards her. As he watched her tremble, he stepped forward, Silver Chariot drawn away.

“You’re going to be alright,” he told her, making sure to be slow with his steps to not alarm her further.

Shaking her head she muttered, “You don’t understand, He’ll kill me,” she responded back, her own stand drawn back.

He was uncertain on why it retreated, not knowing if she had a part of her willing to have him reach out to her, or that her mental state was just so weakened, her ability faltered.

Nonetheless, he took the chance.

His teeth pressed together as he reached out to her, hands placed at her cheeks, forcing her (e/c) eyes to stare right into his,

 “ Is this what you call living ? ” he asked her, knowing his voice was rougher than it should be, but he couldn't help it.

He felt himself snapping, something about the woman and her current state making him move in accordance to his heart, any rational thinking telling him to step back from the potential threat being ignored. 

“ Grovelling in fear... not living for yourself!” he went on. “wouldn't you rather live for yourself? Live for yourself than die without honor? Die being under control, stuck beneath that monster?” he asked her.

Her mouth moved , but she was wordless, gaping. 

"He’s too powerful,” she finally told him, “ And I...I’m afraid...I’m too weak...And I’m all alone...” she said with a voice so small it tunneled in through his cracked heart.

And it was right then and there he decided, 

“ He won’t touch you. “ He said lowly. 

She began to shake her head, not believing him, not convinced anything could save her, thinking her fate was sealed already.

“I won’t let him ,” He added, “ I swear to you nothing will ever harm you again,” he assured her, “ But you also have to fight...” he told her, urging her. 

The others watched, the dark haired teen stepping forward an inch as he spoke, 

“Tch, Good grief, “ Jotaro huffed, “ He’s not going to lay a hand on you,”  he told her, having had enough of the emotional display. “Not if I've got anything to say about it,” He said while pointing his thumb towards his chest, “And I’m sure we’re all on the same page with that , right?” he said with certainty, inclining his head back to the rest of the crew, receiving nothing but nods. 

And for once in what felt like a lifetime she felt growing assurance, 

‘You all have fear and yet, you move towards him,’ she observed. ‘Unlike me... ‘She added to herself, smiling bitterly. 

She felt self pity, a loathing as well, and at her sides her hands balled, shaking as she pressed her teeth together.

She learned she hadn't been the only one to be forced under his will, because so had the redheaded teenager allied with the Joestars, as well as the silver haired man that urged her to stand. 

The same one who still held her face in his hands, knelt right before her.

“I want to go with you all,” she said lowly, “ I want to join you not to be protected, but to end this,” she said raising her eyes to the deep blue’s before her.

Polnareff saw a hardened shine, easily compared to a glowing gem practically gleaming before him, and he was captivated,

Moved by her tears...

loured by her sweetness...

stunned by her glowing valor and will...

By then he was hooked, and slowly, but surely, Jean Pierre Polnareff had fallen in love with the woman for everything she was, aswell as who she attempted to grow into.

And at the time he hadn't been aware of the sentiment growing in her own heart. Unknown to him, the  proclamation to defend her stunned her, and while she was still fearful of the deadly creature , she believed him.

She believed that the silver haired man would defend her tooth and nail. She believed that he’d be there for her. 

And she also believed in the the men with him, all which assured her the same.

 Since that moment she’d been steadfast with her new resolve, not backing away despite the closer they drew to DIO, and even in spite of the taunting assurance of death she’d receive from his minions.

She was unwavering, showing courage, but even then he could see the linings beneath her eyes grow darker. 

She’d seemed so tired, that was until the mutt showed up...

He'd noticed that since the annoying dog had joined them she seemed much more well rested. 

She even seemed happier…

She smiled a lot more too...

She showed off that sweet grin more often that his heart was now uneasy, not knowing how much more of her it could take before it burst.

Her movements stopped entirely, her stroking hand laying over the dog's head, unmoving.

Iggy huffed, his little body buzzing with snores as he, too, fell into slumber.

"That's actually kind of cute," Polnareff added, shaking his head. " I guess I can hand him a treat afterwards," he reasoned with a smile.

[your-1up-girl]

Working on Weapons (Cindy Aurum x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I love Cindy. This is my first time writing smut. I hate it. Please enjoy :)

Word Count: 4756

Link to AO3

Ever since you and the guys first showed up at the garage and you saw her walk towards the car with a smile that seemed to taunt you and a sway in her hips that spoke a language of their own, you knew that you stood no chance against this woman’s spell.

Every so often when you had to make a visit for supplies or do a task for her, you would do your best to turn on the charm. You weren’t bad at flirting, hell one time when you were at a bar, you and Gladio made a bet to see who could get the most numbers by the end of the night. Long story short, you had him beat and had an amazing night with one of those numbers. 

The problem with flirting with Cindy was that she just seemed so used to it that it felt like nothing you did even phased her. Much to your dismay (and Gladio’s utmost entertainment) all of your subtle and not so subtle advances had no effect on her. The winks, cute nicknames that you reserved only for her, lingering touches, soft eyes and smiles that seemed to convey both innocence and hidden suggestive messages. Absolutely nothing. It was driving you crazy. It was at the point that even poor Prompto was rooting for you (“I have to live vicariously through you so you better make this happen,” It was a joke, one followed by a playful shove and a wink).

Just when you were at that point of giving up, it finally happened one afternoon. You all were returning from picking up headlights from that Gods forsaken sewer system. The whole party was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to take a shower in the caravan. 

“Hey Cin!” You called out catching her attention from another hunter who, from the look of dejection, struck out with her. “We got it.” 

Cindy took the headlights from you but not before giving you elevator eyes, your appearance was intoxicating to her. Perfectly disheveled hair, a tank top that clung deliciously against your chest and hips, small bruises perfectly stamping your skin (some, she made note of, appeared to be about the size of her mouth), and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. If she hadn’t known why you were gone, she may have just gotten other ideas in her head about your look. Not that you noticed of course, Gladio convinced the others to take a hunt that was also in that sewer system. It took far too long to find and kill; with the exhaustion setting in you hadn’t noticed how the tables were turned and the woman of your dreams was now unapologetically checking you out.

“Didn’t realize these little ol’ things would be such trouble.” You smiled at her, combing your hair back with your fingers causing Cindy to flush ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re back and no one got too hurt other than Noct’s pride. But I’m letting you know now, if you want us to go back there for anything else, I’m gonna have to tell you to go fuck yourself.” Cindy laughed. It was a joke and she knew it, the smirk on your beautiful lips and the playful glint in your eye told her that.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darlin’,” Turing, she saw that Ignis had put the car in her garage to prepare for the lights modification. “Looks like I got to get back to the ol’ girl. She’s gon be shinin’ so bright that the stars’ll wanna take notes.”

“If they wanna learn so badly they should just look into your eyes.” Gods that was corny even her face scrunched up on that one, but she still had that sweet, weak-in-the-knees smile so you assumed she somewhat enjoyed it? Thought it was cute at least?

“Anyways, to save myself from further embarrassment, I'm gonna go. Got a nice cold shower and a hot meal with my name on it.” You turned on your heel thinking the conversation would just end at that but what Cindy said next would forever stay in your mind.

“I thought I was the only hot meal you wanted to eat baby girl?”

...

Did you just hear that correctly? You tripped on your own two feet and barely had the nerve to turn around to see the beautiful mechanic giving you a small smile with slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes. She looked you up and down once more and licked her lips with a subtly that almost went missed by you. You knew that she was practically undressing you with her eyes because you had done the same on many occasions. Wondering if she was thinking about the same lewd thoughts made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of something to say, Cindy just shook her head smiling at the ground before leaving you with, “Have a nice cold shower hun.”

Later in the evening, after you and the boys had cleaned up, and Ignis was making something in the caravan because no matter how late it was Ignis always wanted to make sure everyone was fed. You sat outside reading with Gladio, Noctis and Prompto as they played rounds of King’s Knight. But couldn’t care less about whatever they were doing or about what you were doing for that matter. You read the same page about 20 times now, but you just couldn’t get that interaction out of your head. Had all your flirting finally worked? Or was she just playing you? 

“How y’all doing?” Speak of the gorgeous devil. All heads turned as Cindy approached the caravan. She wore black skin tight leggings, a loose gray crop top that hung off her left shoulder, and of course her signature cowgirl boots. It was nice to see her in casual clothes. The domestic look was one that suited her nicely you thought. You loved it when she wore her work attire but seeing her so relaxed, it made you imagine a possible future with her.

“You look comfortable Cindy. Done for the day? Thought you never close up shop.” Gladio asked. 

“Yeah just about wanted to finish early today; the Regalia looks real nice now that she’s got new lights on ‘er. And you don’t gotta worry about those damn daemons either.” 

Prompto gave out a happy shout at both the no more daemons news and for winning the match. 

“What would we do without you Cindy.” Noctis relayed the gratitude with a slight pout.

“Aw don’t give me too much credit now. I just connect some wires and do some modifications. Speaking of, (Y/N).” Your head snapped so quickly to her she giggled making you blush, “My reason for closin’ early was so I would use you as my guinea pig.” She paused on purpose, wanting to get your reaction at her choice of words. She approached you to where you were, sitting on the table with a tilt of her head and a sly smile she continued. “Well, your weapons that is. See, with Paw-Paw modin’ things for the Prince, figured why not throw my hat in the ring too. If everything goes well, I could fix up equipment for other hunters as well.” Cindy crossed one leg over the other bouncing the top leg lightly as she spoke giving you an eye full of her calves. And dammit, you could not help yourself as your eyes wandered up to her thighs to the curve of her ass. Up her hips and exposed waist and to where the shirt peaked from her breasts, the soft skin of her neck just waiting to be bitten and finally to her face where a knowing smirk and lecherous eyes watched you take in her appearance. 

She had you now more than ever. To think, you had been flirting with her on every occasion you could. All of a sudden she struts over here and says the right words, acts a certain way and you become putty in her hands. “So (Y/N) what’d ya say?” Prompto had to kick you lightly under the table to get you out of your shocked state. 

Stuttering you gave an answer, “I yeah-yes, of course you can use me—My weapons! You can use- fix them if you want to.” Gods just kill me now! Face beat read you could hear Gladio and Noctis containing their snickers at you making an utter fool of yourself in front of Cindy. She didn’t seem to mind however, just turned that smirk into a smile and hopped off the table and began to walk towards the garage. She was about half way there and you were still glued to your seat like an idiot when someone spoke from the door of the caravan.

“I don’t think you should keep her waiting (Y/N).” Ignis took a sip of Ebony.

“Wha-? Weren’t you cooking-? How long have you been-”

“Long enough to know that you won’t be joining us for dinner. Now, you have much better things to attend to than staying here with me and The Three Stooges.” He was right, you got up from your seat already noting how you felt a bit of slickness at your core as you began to walk over to the garage. “Oh and (Y/N),” Turning to Iggy you saw the smirk as he took another sip of coffee, “Have fun.” 

You didn’t say anything and just made your way to the garage. Taking the back entrance seeing that the large main door was closed early for the afternoon. Once inside you saw Cindy working on something at the workbench biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked up at you when she heard the door shut, “Hey doll come ‘er.” You approached her as she told you to place your weapons off to the far right of the bench. Doing as you're told, you summoned your short sword and placed it on the bench. You turned around but as you did Cindy came up to you and kissed you. She had her arms on either side of you, effectively trapping. The kiss was one with a fever that you made your whole body tense and heat go straight to your core. That feeling bubbled so pleasantly within you.

However, you were in such a state of shock because Cindy Aurum was basically making out with you that you had yet to return the kiss. Cindy stopped to look at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Have I overstepped my boundaries? I’m so sorry hun’ I just, you were always flirtin’ with me, so I took that as an opportunity to- You can leave if I made ya uncomfort-”

“No.” It was soft, you didn’t want to scare her any more that she clearly was. “It’s just that-” You dragged your hands across the exposed sink of her waist and brought her closer to you. Taking your time to feel just how soft it was. Your left hand played with the shirt hem and your right drew small infinity signs on the small of her back. “In all the ways I’ve had this dream play out, that’s all it ever was. A dream.”

It looked like that relaxed Cindy because next thing you knew she placed her lips on yours once more and pulled you close as well. Thank the Gods that your brain returned to a functional state as you kissed her back. Making sure to match the force and passion behind it. 

“Let me tell you baby girl, I am very,” Cindy grabbed your hand, “Much.” Open palm she allowed it to ghost over her breast. “Real.” A quick glance down and a nod was all you need to knead the soft flesh in your hand. The sigh that fell from her lips sent shivers throughout your entire body. 

“You're not wearing a bra?” 

“Oh? I guess I ain’t.” She bit her bottom lip and laughed. “Honestly (Y/N), I’m surprised you just noticed. Just so you know, I ain’t wearing a thong either darlin’.” A whine escaped you and you leaned forward to kiss her again moving in tandem with her as you gave the other breast some attention as well. Her arms found their way around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. Every moment that passed you expected one of the boys to shake you awake but the way Cindy felt, her breasts and hands, her dangerously addicting mouth, it all felt too real to be anything but reality. And thank the Astrals for that.

With caution, you allowed your fingers to graze over the nipple, already, it began to harden under the shirt at your touch. The kiss broke only for a moment as Cindy whispered in your ear, “Pinch it darlin’.” 

And that is exactly what you did. Tweaking and twisting the small bud between your index finger and thumb. The action rewarded you the most intoxicating sound as Cindy moaned softly in your ear. In a bold move on her part, she brought one leg in between yours. The moan was one so sinful you didn’t even realize that you were capable of making such a noise. 

That noise gave fuel to Cindy as she applied more pressure to your core with her leg. More sounds escaped both your mouths and you grinned into her thigh, mentally wishing you wore something much thinner than skinny jeans.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” The infatuation in both hers and your eyes were apparent and Cindy laughed.

“We have a whole garage to ourselves, that not enough privacy for you?” 

“Well, as hot as it would be to eat you out on the hood of the Regalia, I feel that if Noctis found out then he would literally behead us.” 

Cindy smiled at you, with a peck on the lips and said, “I don’t think he’ll mind. What he don’t know won’t kill him, right? But, a bed is always good.” With your hand in yours, she led you to a side upstairs part of the garage. Opening up the door at the top of the side staircase revealed a quaint, rustic studio apartment of sorts. One central open area that had a small kitchen and dining area. There were some built in bookshelves that contained various books and pictures. A small love-seat with two pink pillows located near a door which you assumed was the bathroom. And on a more raised part of the room was a small dresser and her full sized mattress, adorned with pillows and a gray, chunky knit throw blanket. 

On said mattress was the woman of your dreams. Seated on her haunches, leaning forward ever so slightly to accentuate her breasts and hair tousled from your hands moments before, she beckoned you to the bed. Wasting no time, you all but ran to her, crashing your lips against her and laid her gently against the soft duvet covers. Her hands were on your hips again, fingers finding their way to the button of your jeans. You smiled into the kiss and helped her out undoing it yourself and shimmying out of the article. 

“What were you thinking about over there when you came in hun'?” The small circles being rubbed on your clit made it differently to answer but you did.

"Ahhh, just thinking that you got a real nice place. I guess it kind of surprised me." Deciding to return the favor and give an eye for an eye, you lifted her shirt off and tossed it. Taking in her beautiful upper body; chest of full display and nipples harden from when you played with them. Further grinding into her fingers you took one nipple into your mouth and began to suck and flick your tongue across the skin. Cindy arched her back at the sudden stimulation and momentarily stopped the rubbing.

"Oh God's (Y/N) that feels…"  She couldn't finish as you moved to the next breast but still played with the other with your expert hands. "Ah! Based on how much attention you give my boobs, I take it that you're a tit girl then?"

You released from her with a pop, “When it comes to you, I just adore everything.” and began to attack her neck and collar bone. Kissing and nipping at the sun-kissed skin. She held you close running fingers desperately through your hair and leaving scratches along you back, your shirt discarded a long time ago. 

"Keep doing that and I'll have to wear an actual shirt tomorrow hun'." The smirk on her lips was evident that she would do nothing of the sort. The thought of her working tomorrow with the bruises, bites and hickeys exposed for all the world to see made the fire in your core burn even hotter.

"Something tells me you'll be fine. And if you can still form sentences then I'm clearly not doing a good enough job." You started at the valley of her breasts and left a trail of kisses and worked your way down to where her leggings laid just above her pelvic bone. 

"My my my, aren't you all worked up." The comment acknowledged the prominent wet spot on her leggings. You looked Cindy dead in the eyes, hers were a bit furrowed.

"Oh please darlin', don't act all high and mighty like you aren't as wet as- AH!" You rubbed your fingers on that mark and Cindy moaned so beautifully that it grew a smirk on your face. 

You positioned yourself between her legs and licked your tongue across her sex. Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and begged you to do that again. Her thighs found homes on your shoulders and your hands on her abdomen to pin her down. 

You licked her through her leggings knowing that the fabric both gave a good feeling but also was a frustrating barrier. Sucking on her clit one more time, it was time that you took off her leggings. She got the queue and lifted her hips to help you and threw them off the bed. 

Just to even the playing field, you took off your panties and unhooked your bra. Your boobs bounced out of the lacey prison and Cindy didn't even try to hide how she stared. 

Legs spread wide, her clit wet from her own arousal and your mouth you added one finger and watched as she arched up from the bed. The perfect arch of her back made her look like a sculpture at the Citadel. Along with a gorgeous "O" forming on her mouth. 

Your finger moved back and forth. Cindy's grip on the messed up duvet below her tightened. You took this as an opportunity to add not only a second finger but also your mouth to the party. Your other unoccupied hand found and held hers as you continued. 

Some instructions were given, A little to the... Yeah there. Curl your fingers (Y/N). No, that’s more like scratchin’. Oh! That’s perfect. Now, if ya can… go deeper. Ah. Ahh! AH! Yes darlin' right there!

You devoured not only her but every moan, gasp, shudder, and sigh that left her mouth. You sent your fingers deeper, down to your knuckles and Cindy screamed out. “AH! YES! YES! YES! Oh sweet ASTRALS baby girl! Keep going! AH!!” Hands took desperate hold of your hair pushing your face further into her wanton sex. You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers; it encouraged you to go faster but then Cindy called out.

“WAit… wait (Y/N).” There was a hard tug on your hair that lifted you from her slick center. You took a deep breath mouth wet from her arousal and took your fingers out of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” It took a moment for Cindy to respond. It was obvious that she missed your feeling already, what with her flushed face, blown out pupils and the sheen of sweat on her body.

“Naw baby girl… you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Then?” 

“It ain’t fair for me to be the one getting all the attention.” The mechanic found strength to give you some attention, her hand rubbing against your sex, she took your moan to memory and held nothing back as she gave you much needed friction to your core. Cindy was more rough with you. Even when she took one nipple in her mouth, she sucked and flicked the bud with force. Teeth were used to lightly tug and twist, her ultimate goal was to bring the soft bud to peak. 

Breaths began to shudder at the stimulation you were receiving. Cindy turned you around so you could lay against some pillows at the head of the bed. Her fingers entered you with ease, you slick with arousal as you held her close. Minimal assistance was given on your part, what with your brain practically shutdown from her actions but Cindy knew how to read you. Noticed little movements, subtle gasps or even when your face scrunched slightly telling her to try a different spot. The ragged breaths that came from both your bodies and the squelching noises that were produced from her working your mercilessly were the only things heard in the studio room. She worked her way up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving the same, if not more marks against your skin that would be a bitch to cover in the morning. 

She gave you a heated kiss and you could feel the smile on her lips as she danced with you. Your bottom lip earned a small bite when you snaked your arms up her back and clawed your way down. When she released your lips, the smile was more present than ever and Cindy licked her own.

“You never told me that I tasted so good darlin’.” A small peck on the lips. “You wanna find out how you taste?” Her fingers left your core and you whined at the emptiness but it was cut short when she put her two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them letting your tongue rub against the pads of her digits. When pulled out she laughed at the face you made.

“Kinda bitter, but I’m not surprised. Noct has been taking more hunts at night and coffee is the only thing keeping me awake.”   

She hummed and you barely caught the whisper of, “Mind if I try?” Before she put her two fingers back in and massaged you. Fingers curled in just the right way, the slow pumps along with her thumb rubbing your clit. Not breaking her gaze at you as your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud at the languid pace she kept. The blonde woman placed a small pillow behind your head to keep you from hurting yourself. 

“Gods! Cindy! Please!” Fingers were removed and placed into her mouth, self-satisfied smile at the flush ever present on your face. Legs on either side of you in a straddle, she put her fingers back in you, catching your neck with her mouth as you bucked at the insertion. “I think you taste divine baby girl.” Whispered against sensitive skin, it formed goosebumps all along your body. 

Finally, you put your fingers back into her. Your breaths mixed beautifully with her moans against your skin. Cindy took your nipple in her mouth again. Deft fingers worked you so well that when you finally climaxed, you stopped working Cindy for just a moment. The way you called out her name as your orgasm washed over you was music to her ears. “AH! CI-CINDY! Don’t stop! AH-AHH! OH GODS!” How she was able to get you so loud, you would never know. Normally, you were a quiet love maker but with Cindy it seemed she could turn you into a pornstar. Giving you one last pump she took in her work. Your chest was heaving, mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated and hair an absolute mess; you looked like sin in your post orgasm state. 

Cindy didn’t blame you for being so worn out but she was impressed when you still pumped your fingers into her. She took mercy on you and began to ride your fingers but not before removing hers from you and placing them back in her mouth lapping up the release you left on her. Her bundle of nerves got stimulation from your thumb. You just enjoyed the sights and sounds of her breasts bouncing, whimpers from sucking her own fingers clean of you, and the soft wet slaps of her grinding, as she took her own release on your fingers.

One final desperate shout escaped her as she fell forward against your equally exhausted body. Both parties laid on the bed and tried to catch their breaths. Cindy sat up against and kissed you, this time it was soft, meaningful and somewhat fleeting. 

“I think we ruined your duvet…”

“Aw don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.’ Nothin’ a quick wash won’t fix. How ‘bout you get this off the bed and I’ll get us a warm towel to clean us off.” You nodded and she hopped off you and to the kitchen to wet a towel with warm water as you made quick work of the duvet and throw pillows. Cindy came back, pulled the sheets back and motioned for you to get into bed with her. Gently you cleaned each other up and placed the towel on the nightstand near her bed once finished. That was also when you noticed that it was so late into the night and you hadn’t eaten anything. Stomach catching up with your mind it made a loud rumbling noise that you both laughed at. 

“I totally forgot that I skipped dinner.”

“It was worth it though right?”

You caressed her chin and guided her to a small kiss. “Oh absolutely. But Ignis’ll flip if he finds out I didn’t eat.”

“Well (Y/N) you kinda did eat.” Cindy sat on her haunches with her legs just barely spread. “I’d say you had yourself a full course meal.” A playful tackle to the bed wiped that smirk off her face as laughter filled the room. You blew against her stomach and she tried, in vain, to push you off. “Okay okay! How ‘bout this: You get yourself to the bathroom if you need to I’ll leave you a shirt of mine and get started on makin’ us something proper to eat? May not be like the Prince’s Advisor, but I consider myself a good cook at times.”

“Sounds like a plan.” To the bathroom you went and did what you had to do there, and true to her word, Cindy left you one of her shirts. The soft fabric was gentle on your skin, it was much larger than you expected it to be, just going past the curve of your butt, and it had the smell of Jasmine, vanilla, and motor oil. When you met Cindy at the stove she already began to warm up what appeared to be a breakfast like dish. She asked you to watch the food as she went to the bathroom herself.

Maybe five minutes passed. You hummed a tune as you cooked the food. Cindy wrapped her arms around your waist, she too wearing an over-sized shirt.

“You look nice like this.” It was whispered against soft fabric and love-bitten skin.

“Like how? In one of your shirts?”

“That, and here with me.” One kiss was barely pressed on your shoulder. “I could get used to late night or, I should say early mornin’, meals with you. Waking up with you. Being able to call you my girl.” The food sizzled on the stove as Cindy all but confessed to you. “That is… if you’ll want to. Don’t wanna force you or anything but, having you here with me has made me more happy than you could now.”

You turned and kissed her. The answer to the request, your hands grazing up and down her back while hers gripped tightly to the shirt you wore. Both of you were smiling before, during and after the kiss. Your foreheads rested against one another as you happily whispered, “Cindy, nothing would make me happier.” 

[tired-college-student-writing]

Tim’s Secret Weapon: Chapter 2

I’ve been slightly obsessed with @ozmav​ ‘s Damien Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng pairing as of late, and just saw a post that has inspired me more than anything else has in months, so I felt the need to write it

Summary- Tim has always seen the numbers floating above people’s heads, been able to perceive their threat levels with a single glance. After being a hero for so long he thought he was desensitized to seeing high numbers above people’s heads until Damien brings a new friend home.

Part 1 

Part 2 (HERE)

Part 3

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Of all the ways Tim had imagined his secret getting out, he had to say that his family finding his research into Damien’s girlfriend was pretty low on the list, practically nonexistent. Especially since it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they thought his interest in her was more than a little creepily obsessive in the worst way possible. 

Though he had to admit that the evidence against him didn’t paint a pretty picture. Any other twenty three year old with this much info on a sixteen-year-old would no doubt be placed on a list. Though he’s pretty sure from the white-knuckled grip his brothers had on their weapons, they’d rather rip him a new asshole if he didn’t give them an answer they liked soon. 

He settled for an even, “I do background checks on people that spend time here, why is it surprising that I have one on Marinette?” 

He was fairly certain that the others would be able to hear his heartbeat if it started pounding any faster. He worked with heroes of all shape and size, seen powers of all types, faced down villains of every magnitude and yet the idea of his secret getting out terrified him more than anything he’d ever experience.  Bruce gave him a steely look, “Tim, your file on Rah al Ghul is 3.4 GB, your file on Marinette Dupian-Cheng is nearly 8 GB.” 

“Not to mention,” Dick’s voice was dripping with so much venom Tim couldn’t help but wince, that didn’t sound like his carefree brother, “You went to great lengths to hide the check from us. You’re paranoid, but this is different Tim.” 

“I just wanted to talk to Marinette about something before I put it on the server…” He snapped, trying to shift the fear clawing at his very essence to anger, “Just because I did background on her doesn’t mean she’s not allowed to have her privacy. She… ” 

He knew it was a flimsy excuse, but the glares getting icier around him made everything instinct he ever had told him to run. He can see why Bruce had said no costumes tonight, he would have been on his motorcycle halfway to Star City by now if he was wearing his mask. 

“Tim,” Bruce cuts in, “Just tell us what’s going on. We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” 

He clenched his hands into his pants, trying to get them to stop shaking.  He had no choice, did he? 

“Okay,” He agreed, “I need to grab something from my room, first.”

“Todd, Go with him,” Damien ordered. Tim was sure the brat wanted to go himself, but Dick had a strong hand on his shoulder, no doubt holding him back from using “non-approved by Bruce” interrogation methods. 

Jason clapped a hand on Tim’s back making him flinch before the taller man pulled him back up the staircase. 

“This better be good, replacement,” 

“Do you really think so little of me?” Tim couldn’t help but ask as he was shoved through his door, “because it’s not hard to figure out what you guys think of me right now, but…” 

Jason's refusal to look at him hurt more then he was willing to admit. 

“We’re praying we’re wrong,” He finally said, “but we can’t think of a single other reason for you being like this.” 

Tim flinched as he entered the code into the padlock on his side table, he knew that at least two of his siblings knew the code at this point, but placing the embarrassing pictures of him from his first year as Robin seemed enough to appease them from looking further. 

“Bruce doesn’t like working with Metas,” He managed out as he pulled up the false bottom and snatched his journal. As he turned back to Jason he could see the older boy blinking at him in startled befuddlement. 

“Marinette is a Meta?”  He questioned causing Tim to hug the book tight to his chest, eyes focusing on the rusty looking 10 over his brother's head as it twisted around, he couldn’t be more relieved when it faded from the venomous green as the Laruaz sickness faded. 

He didn’t answer instead brushing past him towards the stairs to the Batcave. Jason was right on his heels. 

“What the fuck Timmy,” He questioned instantly. Tim let out a weak chuckle. 

Jason wasn’t stupid, no matter what he tried to convince people, and Tim knew his brother would put it together quickly if he said anything else, but he didn’t want to talk about it, but… he kinda wished he had longer in the shadows he was used to. He remained quiet. 

“You can’t just say that and go rushing off,” He pushed as they entered the stairwell, causing Tim to scrunch his shoulders more. 

Tim was halfway down the steps when he felt Jason stop behind him, a heavy hand landing on his shoulder. He held back a wince as he glanced at his brother's face. 

The serious set of Jason’s jaw and the understanding in his eyes put Tim on edge. 

“Mari’s not the one that’s Meta, is she?” 

“...”

“Come on Tim, answer the question.” 

I don’t know if she is or not…” 

“But she’s not what you meant when you said Bruce doesn’t like working with Metas, is she?” 

Tim couldn’t force his mouth to work. 

“Shit…” Jason groaned, rubbing a hand down his face as he sank down to sit on the stairs, “We really are assholes.” 

“Jay?” 

He waved a hand dismissing Tim’s questioning tone, “You kept notes about what you can do in that book?” 

“I…” Tim’s brain was having trouble keeping up with what was happening, “Yeah?” 

“Great, hand it over and go back upstairs,” 

Tim flinched back, grip tightening, “What?” 

Jason just looked away, crossing his arms, “Look, we jumped to the wrong conclusion, and I don’t know what your power is but it made you wary of Marinette. You look like a frightened rabbit right now, so I doubt you’ll want to go through Bruce’s shitty menagerie of questions on your powers, so give me the fucking notes you have on yourself and I’ll keep them down here until we’ve gone through your book and figure it out. Then maybe by patrol, we’ll all calm down enough to… ya know fucking talk about it.” 

Tears weld up in Tim’s eyes as he sits on the stairs next to Jason, knees trembling too much to hold him up, “You… You don’t hate me?” 

The ideas startled the older boy into looking back to Tim’s face, face softening as he saw the look in his eyes. 

“Ah Timmy,” He sighed, pulling the other boy into his side “None of us are going to hate you for being meta.” 

Tim gave a shaky nod into his shoulder, reluctantly holding out the book, “It’s mostly just data… I…” 

Jason took the book carefully, bouncing it in his hand lightly, “Did you write down what your power is?” 

“Yeah but…” 

“Great skedaddle,” 

“Wait,” Tim cut Jason off as he goes to stand, “I… I want to tell someone before you find out through… through my journal.” 

Jason settles back down, “Alright replacement, What can you do?” 

Slowly he explains the numbers, the levels he had been able to see since he a baby, how he used it to know where to focus in a battle, used it to figure out every secret identity without trying. 

“Well damn,” Jason whistled, once Tim’s explanation started trailing off, “No wonder you were always good at the detective shtick, no one could hide from you.” 

Tim let out a startled laugh, “Ye... yeah, even if the color and number themselves change the font stays the same so it’s pretty easy to keep track of people...” 

“So two questions before I let you go hide in the woods, and go relay all this info to the others.” 

Tim nodded, relaxing more. He never imagined his power being revealed going so well.

“First, who’s the most dangerous of the Batfam?” 

Tim smirked, “Alfred, he’s a 12, same as Wonderwoman. Bruce and the demon spawn are tie for second at 11 and then you and Dick both have 10s, same as Superman. I... I don’t have a number.” 

“Fucking knew it,” 

“We all knew Alfred was dangerous, even without my power.” 

“Truth. Alright question dos, Why does Marinette freak you out?” 

His jaw clenched, he knew this one was coming, but he also knew how it would sound.

“She’s... She’s a 15.” 

Jason’s eyes bugged out, “15?! We’re talking about the same girl, right? Pigtails, freckles, makes sweets for us every time she visits, looks like a strong wind will fly her back to Paris?” 

“Yes!” Tim groaned, “I can’t find a single fucking thing that explains why she’s so high! Before this, the highest I’ve seen is 12!” 

“No wonder you’ve been going insane... or well more insane.” 

“Thank you for being an understanding asshole.”

“Hey what else are brothers for?” He asked, smile a little tight as he climbed to his feet, still holding Tim’s journal, “Now let's go, before the brat knocks out Dick and comes looking for you.” 

Tim gave a weary smile before disappearing up the stairs. 

When Jason reached cave the others were starting to look impatient. 

“Where’s Drake,” Damien asked instantly, body coiling dangerously. 

“I don’t him to scram,” The tall man said with a shrug, “He explained what’s happening to me, and trust me he has a good fucking reason, and probably thinks that Bruce is going to kick him out so I told him to take it easy until I calm all of you down.” 

“He what?” Bruce choked out, as the other boys stopped, all eyes focusing on Jason. 

“Yup!” Jason popped the ‘p’ before holding up the book Tim had given him, “Who’s ready for story time?” 

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[paperbagpetrichor]

Hey, I'm not sure if I've already sent you a request, if so I'm sorry, but I have an idea in my head. Could you do a Polnareff x female reader who's actually an enemy but she falls for Polnareff over time and Polnareff finds out she's an enemy? Thank you so much and have a nice day.

[ It’s all good! c: My apologies that this became so long, I had a lot of fun with this premise and I hope you enjoy nonetheless. ]

You’d been able to infiltrate the group fairly easily.  Stardust Crusaders, Lord Dio called them.  Sounded like space heroes destined to save the world, some cartoon show, some comic, anything but what they were.  All they really were was a pack of men sniffing around like bloodhounds around Lord Dio’s footholds.  By then a few of your allies had fallen at their hands, if their desire to end your superior wasn’t enough, and you found your mission one you couldn’t ensure the success of: join them.  Dio had trusted you enough to employ you as a spy.  Of course, the flesh bud he’d implanted into your forehead was more than enough a reign to pull you back should something go wrong, but you were the only one he was unwilling to spare as a simple cardboard minion, destined to fight the Crusaders yourself.  But unlike some of the prior workers, your orders weren’t to kill on sight.  No - you were to gain their trust.  Become their friends, get to know them.  Find out as much information as you could, about anything and everything, be it their dispositions, their victories, their successes, their obstacles, their plans; to distract them during battle, innocently enough so as to go unnoticed but long enough to allow your ally the upper hand.  

So far, all had been going well.  You’d been with them for a while, ever since their arrival in Singapore, where you had followed their trail and eventually gained their attention after creating a diversion during one of their battles with your stand.  Despite the time you gave, warning the others that you felt a presence coming from downstairs, opposite of where Devo was stationed, the man had still died at the hands of Polnareff.  With fear you continued to inform Dio of their victories, waiting for admonishment.  All you ever received was a stern warning.  A reminder that this was your job.  That no matter how everyone else may fail, you still must follow his orders and accomplish his goal.  And thus you did.  

Dio was already well-acquainted with Joseph due to their connection, but you informed your superior of the Joestar’s stand ability, noting that it was fairly weak in combat but could prove dangerous should he discover too much.  Since Jotaro was Joseph’s grandson, you had speculated Dio would know just as much of him, but their connection either wasn’t as strong or had been severed entirely, so you filled him in, noting Jotaro’s calculating mind, strong stand, the way he conducted himself in battle.  Both you and Dio agreed that his stand posed the most threat of the group.  There was the dog, Iggy, but no matter how much you attempted to notify Dio that his unpredictable nature could lead to unforeseen troubles, Dio simply shot you down.  According to him, the fact that Iggy didn’t always agree with the Crusaders’ goals - or perhaps simply didn’t care - was enough to discredit him, at least momentarily.  You fed whatever locations or plans the group traveled to or prepared for from Avdol, although even as he accepted you into the group, he wasn’t quite an open man.

That left the others.

The two who were - who had been - just like you.

Kakyoin and Polnareff.

Kakyoin had been the first to go.  When you received news that he’d switched sides, something cold had swept over your heart, jaw clenched, stiff as a board.  You hadn’t known him personally, or met him at all, for that matter, at the time, but the thought that someone could so easily betray a person who had offered them love, a family, a chance...it sickened you.  He would have been nothing without Dio’s help.  He still was nothing.  Nowhere near as motivated, or passionate, or dedicated to his new cause as he had been when under Dio’s control.  Of course, he’d been the first to lose to the group, so to some degree you weren’t surprised that he wasn’t all Dio had in mind for him.  

Then there was Polnareff, the second.  The last.  Although once more you’d never had direct contact with him, you had been in just the other room the day Dio had invited him in, speaking sweet wonders and promises to the Frenchman, guaranteeing that whatever he wanted, he could have.  You were currently overseeing the remnants of your group at that moment, but had paused to pick up the conversation.  His little sister, Sherry, had been brutally killed, by a man with two right hands - no doubt J. Geil, the man who had occupied a room beside you in Dio’s mansion, only further confirmed when you had witnessed his death at Polnareff’s hands not long after becoming a Crusader - and he sought revenge.  Little did he know that when he accepted Dio’s offer, the man he was searching for had been right under his nose.  Out of them all, it was easiest to get Polnareff talking, easy enough, in fact, that you could hardly find a way to shut him up at times.  But it was because of that the two of you had become closest in the group.  How odd.  You, ‘friends,’ with a man who had betrayed Dio, betrayed you...a man you would have to kill, if all else failed.  If not, a man you would have to let die along with the others.  

Nevertheless you maintained your end of the bargain and decided to blend in.  It was easy enough for you to put up with him if you thought not of his prior loyalty to you and Dio, and with time you found yourself starting to feel at ease - at least, as at ease one could be when a traitor to the ones around them - with him.  Something about his perception was admirable.  Almost always, he’d be the first to notice a stand user, or at least locate a stand.  His honor, even if he was beyond arrogant at times.  You found it funny.  Especially if another group member undermined him almost instantly, or else he received not applause but laughter as a response.  

And there was something else, too.  The way he’d look at you after every battle, concern in his eyes first, then drifting into pride as he realized you’d held your own.  You put it down easily enough to his desire for women’s attention.  After all, there was hardly ever a moment the two of you were out and about where he wasn’t speaking about everything he would love his significant other to have.  That was information certainly not worth sharing with Dio, but interesting nonetheless.  Someone pretty, of course, there wasn’t a chance he wouldn’t end up with someone unattractive (and as you listened to his list, you began to picture something like a placated sun goddess, falling to his every whim with an affectionate swoon), and loyal (ironic enough), and caring, who would love him forever and help him through whatever he may face, who he could talk to freely and completely be himself around, who would listen, who would admire him just as much, if not more, as he seemed to admire himself.

But whatever that ‘something’ was - you couldn’t have placed your finger on it before the battle with Midler, but after you would begin to have a growing suspicion - only expanded after you’d escaped from the grasps of the High Priestess.  Apparently Midler must’ve thought you were a little too close with the group, and focused on attacking you more so than her predetermined targets.  She’d tried everything she could think of to eliminate you.  And she’d nearly succeeded.  When you felt someone pulling your onto the surface, your mind blank and eyes half-open, breathing heavy and choked, you’d realized the loss of your oxygen tank and the deep cut that now ran from the corner of your mouth to your chest.  The first person you’d seen was him.  Polnareff was the one who’d saved you.

You shouldn’t have felt it.

You couldn’t have felt it.

It was wrong, so wrong, so very, truly, incredibly, undeniably wrong, but it was true, so true, so very, truly, incredibly, undeniably true.  The way your heart fluttered around him.  How you always seemed to be smiling when talking with him or thinking of him, how he occupied your mind.  The fact that he would always check up on you and your injury.  Those glances that you had previously caught now lingering as you made contact with them, and began doing the same to him.  Feelings that you’d never experienced before, but simply new, deep within your gut, as they spread across your body, were the beginning of love.  

And with time, you’d begun to shy away from Dio’s goals.  You still kept relaying the plans to him, but sometimes left out a few details, leaving more than just a bit in the dark.  In battles, you wouldn’t so actively attempt to divert the group’s attention.  You never lashed out with full power at your ‘enemy,’ but took your ‘act’ up a few notches, careful to make a few hits hurt when needed.  Somewhere in between your commitment to Dio and commitment to the Crusaders was the puzzling purgatory you lay in.  Swearing your allegiance to both.  Betraying both.  Eventually you weren’t Dio’s minion or a Stardust Crusader.  

You were just a girl in love.  With someone you never should’ve fallen for.

Somewhere you knew you would have to pick a side.  Stick with the man who had promised you all you had ever wanted, given you a place within his heart, appreciated you for who you were, desired to protect, ensured to care for you - or switch to the man who had fulfilled those promises.  Every step you now took was a weight upon your shoulders.  You were indecisive.  Weak.  Too stupid to realize that maybe if you stuck around a little longer, looked a little harder, opened up a little more, that you would find what you had been searching for: someone to love, someone who cared about you with all their heart and would never let harm befall you if they could help it.  Someone who loved you, too.

The time had come.

You had made your choice.

Polnareff had unsheathed the sword.  The stand.  And now, it had complete and total control over him.  You and Jotaro took your shots, Polnareff parried and returned his own, coming dangerously close to injuring you or the other man upon multiple occasions.  In truth you had no idea how much power the sword truly bore.  Even after Star Platinum had broken it, its power had still managed to surge through it like electricity, sparking into Polnareff in the blink of an eye and turning him back to his initial allegiance.  You weren’t sure how much damage the sword needed to sustain to release control of the Frenchman.  And you weren’t sure how much you’d have to damage Polnareff to stop it.  Your attacks remained in sync with Jotaro’s, each creating an opening for the other, even as your leg sustained a wound so deep you could barely manage to stand, and Jotaro was stabbed right in the stomach.  There.  That was the opportunity.  You had to chance it.  If you didn’t, you would never save Polnareff.  When Dio discovered it, he would kill you undoubtedly, with so much as a second thought.  You were just as disposable as everyone else he’d used, and you’d been an idiot not to recognize it sooner.  There wasn’t anything special about you.  Nothing that man - that monster - had ever said to you was genuine.  

But if you didn’t, the entire group might wind up falling to their deaths at Polnareff’s hands, or Polnareff falling to his at the hands of the others.  

As soon as the sword had broken Jotaro’s skin, your stand swung out, charging viciously at both sides of the weapon and entangling it within your hands, pinning it right where it stood, Polnareff’s hand still set on the handle, and you threw everything you had at it.  You didn’t even have to look to see it shatter.  The sound of glass hitting the ground was all you heard as something immobilized you where you stood, coursing through your blood like fire, cutting you like knives from within, desperate to escape.

And then there was nothing.

And then there was Polnareff.

You had no idea where you were.  A room, that much was obvious, but as to where, you were clueless.  A faint aching resounded near your forehead, but besides that, nothing else hurt.  You were still alive?  But - as you raised a hand to where the flesh bud had once buried itself within you - you felt nothing besides smooth skin.  The man beside you - everyone - had uncovered you.  And now you had to face him.

“You don’t have to wait,” you began quietly, jolting Polnareff from whatever stupor he was entangled in, “it’ll be easy to kill me now.  I can’t fight back.  I’d ask you to make it quick, but I know I don’t deserve that.”  A low laugh escaped you, somewhere in between relief and terror, acceptance and denial.  You hadn’t died at Dio’s hands, but it was now certain you’d die at one of the Crusaders’ attacks.  And considering only one was around, it didn’t take much, not at all, to guess who would end you.

His pause confused you.  You kept your eyes open, but only stared at the ceiling, either unwilling or unable to face him.  A sigh escaped him, followed by the sound of clothes rustling, and his voice.  “You’re safe,” he breathed, just barely making its way into your ears, only for your head to snap to his direction with confusion.

You grit your teeth and faced him.  It took everything you had to maintain a straight face, to not break down, to not scream, to not cry or yell.  “Why did you take me here?”  That was all you managed to escape you.

“Your leg was - ”

“Polnareff, that’s not what I’m talking about.  If we’re here now, you know exactly what I mean.”  Beneath the blankets your fists clenched, nails digging into your palms, barely aware of any of the physical pain as you prepared yourself for his response.

Once more he had another trick up his sleeve, shaking his head from side to side, resting an elbow atop your bed and placing his chin upon his palm, gazing down at you with pained blue eyes, expression tight but not singular, like whatever he was feeling was too complex for a simple look to convey it.  “Jotaro managed to get the bud out,” he began, taking a deep breath as something like a small smile formed on his lips, “and your leg’s going to be fine, too.”  The instant he saw you open your mouth, he silenced you, continuing, “[Y/n].  I need you to listen to me.”

Here it comes.  You were already prepared for it.  You’d been expecting it since the beginning - not just of awakening with him beside you, but ever since you joined the group, since you allied with Dio.  Expected it and accepted it.  There were some fights you simply couldn’t win.  And then there were those that you simply didn’t deserve to win.

What you were not prepared for, however, was for him to take your hand into his free arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.  When he spoke next, his voice was soft, quiet, so unlike his usual demeanor that it frightened you for more reasons than just one.  “It was successful.  You’re free from him now.  He can’t control you anymore.”  You blinked up at him with stunned eyes.  What was he doing?  You didn’t so much as have time to think beyond it as he let your hand go, instead trailing his along your now-smooth forehead, sweeping along it before falling to your side and taking your hand once more.  “I know.  I’ve been here before.  But I was alright.  And you’re going to be, too, [y/n].  None of us are going to hurt you.  They’ve seen this before, too.”  He paused for a moment and closed his eyes.  “The fact that you were able to fight against it - to save me...that was more than enough.  You’re one of us now.  And I couldn’t be more glad.”

Everything came far too fast far too quickly for you to piece it together, and it took you long to even begin to formulate a response, much less speak.  Your heart was in your mouth as you replayed his words.  You weren’t going to die here.  You weren’t a traitor, you weren’t out to get them.  You’d saved them.  Him.  And they were willing to look past everything...all caused by a stupid implant that caused hatred to boil in your blood.  They accepted you.  He accepted you.  “I - ” and it was then that you hit your breaking point, tears beginning to spill, “ - thank you.  So much.  I’m so glad that I...that you’re here, Polnareff.  You were willing t-to care.  Even for someone like, like me.”

“Of course I care,” he relented, tucking a stray stand of your hair that fluttered just above your eye back behind your ear, touch disappearing for a moment and eyes breaking from yours before returning, something new within them, warm, and passionate, something you’d never seen in him before.  “I love you, [y/n].”

You most certainly didn’t look pretty.  Sweat had beaded down your tired face, hair matted and messy, absolutely nothing like the sun, much less like a goddess.  To hell with loyalty.  You’d broken it, after all.  Caring?  About as caring as to let him die, sure.  Who would help him, who could listen to him, who he could be himself around...you were a traitor.  Of course he couldn’t let you do anything of that, or he let himself do around you.

“I can’t apologize enough.  All I can...I’m sorry, Polnareff, I-I’m so sorry.  I...love you.”

But you did admire him.  Even more than he seemed to admire himself.  And as you wrapped your arms around him, sinking into his embrace, savoring his forbidden touch that was now all yours, all free, all open, no more secrets, no more hiding, no more lying, him thumbing away your tears, you knew it all to be true.

You didn’t need to be Dio’s minion.  You didn’t need to fit Polnareff’s dream girl description.

All you needed to do was be yourself, against him, a new future more promising than ever beginning to crest the horizon.

[myhockeyworld87]

Claiming Carl - Zach Aston-Reese

Word Count: 1664

POV: Reader

Warnings: fluff

Notes: This wasn’t requested but @iculyrea​ and I were chatting about this, and well I just decided to write this cute lil piece. Happy Reading!

Once Zach met Tika, the Italian greyhound or Iggy, you knew that the two of you would be getting one. It's all he talked about for weeks before meeting him and all he mentioned thereafter. "Babe, look at this one, he's so cute. Don't you think?"

"He is adorable." You'd agree because honestly, the dog was.

 "We should get him. Don't you think?"

 "I don't know, Zach. A puppy is a huge responsibility and you're gone with hockey so much." It wasn't that you didn't want a dog; you just weren't sure you wanted a puppy. They were so much work, potty training them and having them chew on everything. You just didn't know if you wanted to go through it all with Zach being away so much.

 "But babe, I swear I will do all of that when I'm home. You'd only have to do it during road trips." He grabbed you around the waist and sat you down on his lap in front of the computer. "Just look at him. That sweet little nose and his tiny pink paws, and those eyes, babe they're just begging for you to bring him home."

 Were you seriously considering this? When you looked at the puppy your heart melted a little. Zach rested his head on your shoulder. "Pretty please babe." Ugh, he had you then, hook line and sinker.

 "It says that he'll be available first part of March. What does your schedule look like…"

 "Does that mean we're getting him?" He had you half-turned so that he could see your face.

 "Yes, we can get him." He went to say more but you pressed a finger to his lips. "On the condition, that we start looking for a house. He'll need a yard to run around in, and I won't have him going on the balcony on a pee pad every time he needs to go out."

 "I'm already ahead of you on that." To say you were shocked was an understatement. The two of you had been talking about getting a house for a while now, but hearing that he was actually looking into this was news to you. "I contacted a realtor the other day, there are a couple new developments over by the practice arena that seem like they'd be perfect for us." You spent the next hour looking online at different houses, most of which were new construction.

 The next day Zach was off, you went house hunting, and fell in love with the third one you saw. It was perfect in every way, and even though Zach insisted that you look at the other three places, you'd already made your mind up. At the end of the day, he agreed with you and the two of you were finalizing papers for the sale in two weeks.

 During that time, you packed up the entire apartment for the move while also getting all the necessary things for the new puppy. You got him a cute little collar and leash, while Zach picked out a dog bed that looked so comfortable you could sleep on it. You'd been in the new house for a week before you and Zach went to pick up Carl, the name of the Italian greyhound that you both fell in love with. He was trembling a bit when Zach scooped him up in his arms and he was a lot smaller than you expected.

 "Hi Carl, don't be scared." You said in a soothing voice as you petted your new pup. Zach held him close to his chest and he seemed to calm a bit before you put him in his dog seat in the car. "I'm going to sit in the back with him so he's not frightened."

 "For how hard you made me work to get Carl, you sure seem to have taken to him." Zach teased you.

 "I was never opposed to him per se. It's just all the puppy training, but you're gonna be great at it, aren't you Carl?" He was curled up in his little fluffy seat, his eyes wide as Zach drove to your new home. "Should we keep his name or change it?" In the beginning, the two of you had discussed naming him something different, but now it just didn't feel right.

 "I don't know babe, I kind of like Carl the Iggy."

 "I do too. It just sort of suits him." You snuck Carl a dog treat, that's you packed for him and he gobbled it down. "You're a Carl aren't you boy?" He looked up as you scratched behind his ears and you swore he gave you a smile, but you'd never tell Zach that because he'd make fun of you. In no time you were pulling up into the driveway and taking Carl inside to his new home.

 Carl really didn't know what to do when Zach put him down in the kitchen. His small paws hit the floor and you could hear him patter around the kitchen, just checking things out. Over by the island, you had his dishes filled with food and water and he went over and got a drink. "Oh my gosh Zach, he's just so cute."

 "I knew you'd love him." Between the two of you, you took more pictures and videos of Carl then you knew what to do with over the next couple of days. Which is why Zach decided Carl needed his own Instagram page.

 Carl was doing so well in his new home. He hardly made any messes in the house, in the short week that you had him and he absolutely loved having cuddle time with you and Zach. On a night Zach had free, the two of you decided to watch a movie. You were in the kitchen finishing up the popcorn, while Zach was supposed to be queuing up the movie you'd pick and grabbing the wine, but when you walked into the living room you found him videotaping Carl. Apparently, Zach had thrown your favorite cuddling blanket on the couch before getting the wine and poor little Carl was trying his hardest to make it up on the sofa so he could nuzzle with his mom and dad.

 "Zach," you yelled at your boyfriend. "Help him up. He can't do it by himself."

 "Babe, he'll get it, just wait."

 Carl continued to struggle, clawing at the blanket and practically bringing it down on top of him. The longer he worked on getting on the couch, the angrier you got with Zach for not helping the pup. "Zachary," your voice was stern and it startled Carl, who leaped onto the couch finally.

 "See babe, I told you he'd do it," Zach said smiling at you, to which you just simply rolled your eyes. Setting the popcorn down on the coffee table, you scooted it into the corner of the couch grabbing the blanket while Carl scooched his way into your lap. "Why are you sitting way over there?"

 "Because you were being mean to my baby." Carl for his part just nuzzled close into your neck and you stroked his short fur.

 Zach tugged on your exposed toe. "So I'm not your baby anymore?" A pouty lip coming across his face, while he gave you his own version of puppy dog eyes. God, you had a weakness for this man when he did things like this.

 "I guess you're still my baby too."

 His face lit up, and he crawled over to your side of the couch grabbing your ankle this time. "Mmm…then can you possibly come over here with me?"

 You gave him an exaggerated sigh, followed up with an, "I guess." He propped his right leg up on the couch for you to sit in between his legs, and you did, leaning back against his chest as his one arm wrapped around your waist and the other came up to pet Carl. The three of you watched the movie like that, Carl falling asleep halfway through.

 By the end of the movie, Zach was nodding off as well. "Babe, come on let's go to bed." His grip tightened around you, holding you closer to him.

 "Let's just stay here." You could feel his erection growing as your body pressed against him. He nuzzled the side of your neck peppering you with kisses there, and when you moved your head to give him greater access, you accidentally bumped Carl, reminding you that you still had him in your arms.

 "Zach, stop."

 "Why?"

 "I have Carl, so we can't…" You let your words drift off, knowing he would get the point.

 He groaned. "This is literally the first drawback of having a dog." You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips; your laughter causing Carl to wake. "Oh great now you woke the baby, and we'll never get him back to sleep." The two of you both burst out laughing, causing Carl to look at you strangely. He wiggled and you set him down, and his little feet carried him over to the door to wait for you or Zach to take him out.

 Getting up you handed Zach the leash to take the pup outside. "I believe it's your turn."

 "Ugh, I can't wait till he's older and we can get a dog door. That way he can take himself out and I can take you to bed." He grabbed the leash, giving you a quick kiss as he headed over to Carl.

 "Until then, I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom." You gave him a sly wink before sneaking off down the hall to wait for him. You heard him mumble something to Carl and all you could do was laugh, having a new puppy was definitely going to be a bit of an adjustment.

[thataveragewriter]

If you could could you write some ignis x reader where hes making them feel better after they somehow messed their back up. Like when the move normally little squeals and yips of pain come out of their mouth. (And yes this is what is happening to me)

A/N: Yoyoyo I got a lot of sweet messages from you guys and I feel slightly more motivated to write again! I hope this makes up for the time waited. (Everyone is still anticipating for the Hanzo fic and I swear it will be up soon!)

Ignis x reader - Soft

Taking a day off work was probably the best decision you’ve made since forever. Lounging on the couch in the living room, your back ached from the countless hours spent sitting in one position all day. You groaned with every little movement, the stiffness of your shoulders hindered you from moving from your position on the couch. You had woken up later than your usual schedule which meant you missed Ignis leaving. Working with and for the Crownsguard was an enduring and exhausting task for the pair of you. It always meant either of you coming home later than the other and missing out on valuable cuddle time. You hadn’t told Ignis about taking the day off, you knew he’d question your whereabouts but decided against calling and informing him of your situation.

You tried sitting up, the freshly made cup of coffee getting colder by the minute. It seemed as though your spine had been cast in concrete; rigid in stature. The heaviness on your shoulder felt as if you sustained the burden of the whole world. Another pained moan left your dry lips as you sat up and reached for your mug. The coffee turned lukewarm, the worst kind of temperature for a drink to become which made you scrunch your nose in discontent.

“Aah- this is the worst” you complained to no one in particular. With a thud, you face planted yourself into the comforts of the pillows.

All you wished for was for your lover to arrive home and-

The sound of the door unlocking was heard.

“[Y/n]? I was worried about you since I didn’t see you at the- [y/n]?” The worried voice of your lover sounded throughout the empty house as he laid his eyes of your sprawled figure.

You tried to speak but it comes out as an incoherent muffled mumble. You then felt a pair of firm arm circle your shoulders and under your knees. Next thing you knew, you were being lifted by your stern partner. The sudden movement caused pain to shoot up your back causing you to yelp in pain.

“[Y/n]? My dear, what’s wrong? I apologize for my mishandling” Ignis apologized as he reached your shared bed and set you down slowly.

You winched slightly as you adjusted your position and gave him a weak smile while taking his hand in yours.

“It’s not you, Iggy. My back… I think I spent too long at the office and my back got messed up somehow” you laughed a little while caressing his hand. A sympathetic smile formed on his porcelain smooth features. A moment of silence passed as Ignis was considering the best course of action for your pain.

“I think I may have a solution. My love, could you perhaps take your shirt off and turn over a little” Ignis instructed.

“Oh my, that’s quite blunt of you Iggy” you chuckled as you watched your lover’s face flare up.

“I-I did not intend for it to sound so suggestive,” he said as he looked away to hide his painfully obvious blush.

“I’m just messing with you, dear” You giggled at his demeanor and did as he instructed.

Lifting your shirt over your head, you laid on the bed in only your undergarment. Before your thoughts could escalate, you felt Ignis’ slender fingers grace your back with a heavenly force causing you to moan in pleasure. His hands then slid down your back with his thumbs applying pressure along your spine. And once again, he slid up your back and rested his hands on your shoulders. A satisfied smile was visible as you relaxed under his heavenly fingers.

“Do warn me if I hurt you” His melodic voice carried out. You hummed in acknowledgment which prompted him.

You felt both his hands on either shoulder, softly rolling them with his thumbs causing you to emit another moan of satisfaction. Oh, how glad Ignis was that you couldn’t see his flustered face. He wouldn’t admit it for the life of him but your moans and groans would stir something in him yet he refrained himself. Your health was above all else. As he worked his fingers to relieve your shoulder of the tension built up, he admired the silken smoothness of your skin. Despite the few blemishes that covered your skin, he found it beautiful; like paint on a canvas that decorated a part of your identity.

Ignis couldn’t help but lean and place a tender kiss on your shoulder blade. You let out a soft giggle as felt his lips on your back.

“I hope I have relieved some of the pain, my love” Ignis said as he stood and straightened his back, hearing a few clicks of his bones was satisfying.

You sit up and feel revitalised by his unprecedented fingers.

“I haven’t felt this good since… well forever. Thank you Iggy” you say as you reach for his hand.

“Anything for you, my dear [Y/n]” he said, a soft smile present o his features. A smug smile manifested on you as Ignis spoke.

“Anything?” you asked with a cock of your brow.

Ignis could feel the rising heat on his ear tips as he averted his gaze. Then moved back to yours with a newly found glint.

“For you? Always”

“Then cuddle with me!” you say as you held out your arms. A full blown grin was now visible on your face as you beamed with happiness.

Ignis’ heart swelled with an immense feeling of love for you. A small sigh escaped his lips before being replaced with a smile as he leaned in your arms. He positioned himself so his arms circled your smaller form and you laid on his chest. A content smile visible on both of your faces.

“I love you Iggy” you mumbled before being enveloped in the sweet embrace of sleep.

“I love you too, my sweet [y/n]”

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