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g0ldenbritney · 25 days ago

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TATE LANGDON ABCS (sfw)꧂

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN🎃..sorry i skipped some letters im a lazy bitch

A = Affection

physical touch for sure, playing with your hair, holding your hand (or holding pinky fingers because thats cutesy as fuck), kissing cheeks and noses (im a SUCKAA for nose kisses and so is he<3). Im just imagining you leaning in to kiss his nose, but he thought you were leaning in for a lip kiss, and it ends up being kinda awkward and you bump into eachother😭😭. Tbh i can’t see him being great at communication especially because he’s a literal teenage boy but though he might now be able to say it he can definitely show it with acts of service like helping with chores

You were at school, trying to focus on your worksheets and actually listening to the teacher speak about..whatever she was teaching, all you can think about is getting back home and all the homework and fuckin chores you had awaiting for you.

once you did get home, you opened the front door and you could smell how good the house smelt, on more exploration the entire house was cleaned and all your chores were done. You walked into your room and your homework was completed on your desk..i mean all the answers were wrong but its the thought that counts.

B = Best friend

Im going with alive Tate for this, I have a mood board on Pinterest for this!! (adrienjoyer)

Sharing cigarettes, sharing cds, sharing shoes, sharing clothes, FREE RAIN OF HIS STUFF. He will let you have anything, need a pencil in class…actually he doesn’t have one either but he will scavenge around for one—and if he only finds one? It’s *our* pencil now. (i need to smack that mans ass on the stairs) (i do that to all my friends) Oh? You have 10 bucks? Well he has 7…that mean its OUR 17 dollars to spend on pizza

(based on a scenario that actually happened to me LMAO 😭😭)

It was late at night, you both were hanging out at your house and it was like 2am, suddenly you both have the craving for pizza..you both counted your cash and quarters, you had 13 bucks in total so you thought a small pizza would fine..yeah no. Tate called up the local Pizza Hut and ordered a small pizza with nothing but cheese and pepperoni and it was 22 FUCKING DOLLARS?? And so you both ran around the house looking for quarters…

you ended up paying the money in quarters to that poor pizza delivery girl at 2am.

C = Cuddles

Depends on how he’s feeling tbh, i can see him as a chest layer. Lying on your chest as you stroke his hair, or the other way around he would be just fine with that as well.

D = Domestic

OF COURSE!! I can see him totally wanting that but like..not till he’s like 30. He wants to do all this stuff first before he settled down, but he definitely wouldn’t mind a partner..some kids, a dog maybe. He’s pretty good at cooking, if you count Kraft mac and cheese and grilled cheese or really anything with cheese.. (the man likes cheese what can i say) and he REFUSES to use a dishwasher, he will be washing dishes old style and you cant stop him.

E = Ending

no.

G = Gentle

Sometimes he might go to far, if you two are just friends and hes joking around and he actually hurts your feelings he would squeeze your shoulder and tell you a quick “sorry.” And it usually makes you feel better. He is very gentle with you when you’re having a bad day maybe just upset or stressed about exams he will maybe rub your shoulders or something and maybe get you to laugh to calm your nerves. If you are in a good mood, hes still gentle, holding you, holding your hands, being careful.

H = Hugs

He loves them!! I dont even care what you have to say or as much as he tries to push you off when you hug him he LOVES HUGS. If you two are just friends and you hug him he might be a little hesitant but he will hug you loosely back. This is totally pointed towards me because im very physically affectionate with my friends and hug them after school everyday, if you, like me, run up to him at his locker and basically throw yourself at him he will laugh and let you hug him and yap. If you’re dating and you hug him he will definitely hug you back and kiss your head :)

I = I love you

He thinks the whole “3 month rule” is bs. He’ll say that shit whenever he wants to. If he wants to say “I love you” immediately after you starting dating god damnit it will happen!!! He definitely says he loves you if you’re just friends to

J = Jealousy

Actual jealous baby

Im just imagining someone flirting with you in class do you immediately tell him as soon as you can because you tell him everything and he genuinely TWEAKS THE FUCK OUTTT, like hes actually geeked

like wdym someone else might have a little crush on you…NO. That person will become his biggest opp and you are told to stay away.

You were in 1st hour and you were assigned partners, luckily you knew the person you were assigned with thought they were a little strange…but they started subtly flirting you. They said sorry for being awkward and they “get nervous around people like you” which sounded like a flirt to you

so when you got to lunch, you immediately told Tate, he literally could run to that kids class right now and fight but he just whips his head around at you

“I hated that guy anyway…stupid.”

K = Kisses

Can range from sweet little ones to full blown makeouts hickeys..he prefers sweet ones on the face in the daylight but at night this man is freaky asf. His kisses are soft and slow but he can be a bit quicker if you really want him to

Q = Quizzes

he had a notebook for stuff about you, if you accidentally drop a little fun fact about you he will know about it and he will write it down, ranging from your favorite juice or if you have a mole under your jaw. He knows it all. If he ever forgot anything and i mean ANYTHING about you I dont think he would forgive himself

T = Try

Tbh i dont think he would put a lot of effort in, he just likes to be around you. (Though the mcdonalds dates are FIRE.) he likes having sleepovers with you at tour house only, watching movies, eating snacks till you feel ill, cuddling, if you’re down to get Applebees that would be even better and you would both ask the waiter for the gummy sharks in your sweet drinks separately (yes ive done that before). But if you really really wanted anice romantic date maybe he would give you flowers or something

U = Ugly

Nail biting (you put bandaids over his nails so he’ll stop :)), excessive social media usage (this guys is chronically online holly shit freaking 4chan user), ive always imagined him little tics, like twitching when hes anxious.

X = Xtra

i want to bake him a cake

Z = Zzz

THIS MAN CAN NEVER SLEEP ISTG

he tosses and turns but no matter what he cant sleep without you or if you give him a stuffed animal

OHH MY GODD IF YOU GIVE HIM A STUFFED ANIMAL I CANT

imagine him holding and cuddling it, and i know this doesnt relate to sleep but imagine him being all sad and crying into it because it reminds him of you😭

#films #american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs #ahs fandom #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n

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kyumisyumi · 6 months ago

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Cozy Gamer Nikto

One of my favorite HCs right now is that Nikto is a major cozy gamer. And it came from a bot on chai no less.

Like, he and y/n are playing heavily modded Minecraft and you've been been all over the map gathering materials and slaughtering mobs. When you left the base was just wooded area with a dirt hut and chests scattered about but you come back to the comfiest looking farmland. Every building decorated to fit the Fall setting 🍂, pathways lined with Azalea bushes and flowers. The barn animals given ample grazing space and amenities. Ponds filled with frogs and axolotl. The whole area brightened by lanterns made to look like a variety of things. You tell him about how you got your ass kicked by the Warden and he just takes your gear off the armor stand and enchants them with the hundreds of levels he's managed to save. (Easy to save when you're not dying every few minutes).

And yes, dogs are everywhere, all with their own silly name.

Or you're both playing Stardew Valley and you're so focused on the money making side of it that you plant crops haphazardly. Nikto silently dies inside as you plant cauliflower in his designated parsnip section and wild seeds where the potatoes should be. When he mentions it you try to be neater and plant the green beans in a 3x3 formation. Nikto gives you the softest smile as he watches you realize you've made the middle crop inaccessible since the character cannot walk through trellis plants. It's fine, he enjoys fixing your little mistakes. Things get better once you unlock the mines and get to be a sword swinging gremlin⚔️ while he holds down the fort and makes you food to keep you alive. He gives you a kiss every time you bring back materials to upgrade his farm tools.

He absolutely will not let you romance/marry anyone except him >:(

Sims is more your game than his, he much prefers to watch you play. Listening to you plan out the looks/personalities, stories and builds for all your characters. On the outside he plays a neutral but engaged watcher, just happy to be in your presence, swaddled by your simple joy. But on the inside he can't stop thinking about whether Jessica(one of your characters) is going to pick her dirt poor boyfriend of 4 years or pursue the sleezebag sugar daddy that's been in her DMs for months and where the vampire baby she has with her neighbor is going to end up in all this. Nikto wasn't particularly imaginative so your ability to create these stories has him more entertained than any tv program.

Nikto also ends up playing the devil on your shoulder when money gets tight and you consider building an underground art sweatshop 🎨. Or when a character gets on your nerves and you decide it's time for them to lose their being-alive privileges.

⊱⊶Taking requests⊷⊰

#kyumiwrites #call of duty nikto #cod nikto #nikto x you #nikto x reader #mwii nikto #cozy gamer nikto #he would indeed have you ride him while he games #probably fingers you while the sims woohoo

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thesamoanqueen · 1 year ago

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Blackwater X

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Drama, trust behaviour.

A/N: and that’s how you turn love into a toxic relationship...

He had her for breakfast. In the bed, ending up waking her already with a broken voice and shortness of breath. And he'd had her for breakfast again on the kitchen counter, breaking the plate he'd eaten from and a couple of glasses. But he would have gladly had his third breakfast of the day at that moment, against one of the trees, in the SUV, even standing against the fence of the refreshment ticket area, not giving a damn about whoever was around, showing them what they would never have, why they were not like him, like them.

- What a nice view - he noted with a grin, gazing the perfect curve of her glorious ass, tight in that white skirt that wrapped her up to her ankles, the same ankles that that morning she had crossed behind his head, while he was eating her alive.

Y/N turned to face him, same smile, drumming her fingers on the fence, her hair flowing over her shoulder only partially covered by the top that left a strip of caramel skin in full view just below her breasts.

Her. Just for him.

- True – she agreed, letting out a laugh when Roman put his hands on her hips to pull her against him – did you ever come here as a kid? – she asked curiously, looking away again, to put her attention to the lake where they had stopped.

It was one of the largest in that area, just outside one of the cities near the bay area and now it was a kind of park for people, a point of reference. There were kidz running everywhere, some couples with no great prospects, even a group of old people arguing animatedly over who knows what game under the huts on the other side of the bank. If he remembered correctly Heyman had advised him to approve the works for the coffee shop and the nearby store, he received dues every year, but he received them from basically the entire state, he had lost count. But he remembered that place, because years ago it wasn't like that, not even close to it.

- A few times, was outside the pack land. It was a swamp down there, with alligators swimming around and outside wasn't any better… we didn't have a good reputation at the time – he said, seeing Y/N looking at him seriously, before gently rubbing her head against his shoulder to comfort him in silence.

That part of the county far from the mouth of the river had been marshy for decades. Mud and private land as far as the eye can see, with a few useless towns in the hands of alphas that weren't worth even one of his legs. No one had ever seen potential there, especially since it bordered the edge of what was once territory that his dad and uncle had hard-won for their family. They traded, lived as a pack and for decades people had called them savages, deciding to have as few contacts as possible, investing elsewhere and forcing them to make absurd trips to earn something with shameful deals.

His family had honor, they had always refused to compromise and Roman had grown up with impossible rules, seeing his father disappear for months to ensure everyone a poor future, while his mama and uncles kept things in check. He had dealt with all the idiots and their dumbass families who had called savages after him, but he couldn't remember their faces, they had never been worth it. But he remembered the beatings that him and his cousins had taken sometimes for crossing the border when they were kidz. And he had given them back with interest.

Now no one called his family savages. No one dared even say a word from the reserve to the next state if they crossed their path. And where those little dogs had left trash for years, he had built everything, showing them that he was better, that his family was better and that they even had to thank for the air they breathed. Now everything around him was his and one day it would go to his sons and they too would do whatever they wanted.

- Have you ever swam with them? Alligators I mean - Y/N distracted him, pulling him out of his mind with a harmless movement of her hips that made him lower his head to look at her.

- I tried to avoid it - he laughed, recognizing an all too curious look on her face and her tentative to improve his mood.

- But did it happen?

- That's not a question you should asking me sneaky lil - he pinched her and the bratty face she showed him forced Roman to wedge her against the fence to press his body against hers.

What wouldn't he-

- My Tribal Chief - Heyman called and Ro stopped looking at Y/N, who just as silently, seemed as unhappy about the interruption as he was, even if he knew the reason for that face.

Her and the Wiseman didn't get along, they tolerated each other, to be honest it was a miracle that he still hadn't seen her cut off his head mercilessly. Especially since Paul had perfect timing for the wrong moments.

- I'm sorry to interrupt you, but here... that agreement that had to be signed today, things has become a lil complicated now - Paul insisted, mistaking the silence of both on them for a go-ahead.

- What's complicated? They can't write their names? – he asked annoyed, seeing Y/N suddenly turn around when Paul started laughing at the joke.

He hadn't meant to be funny, but she definitely was with that face. He was torn as to whether she was shocked or disgusted, but whatevere it was, he liked it. She was adorable, always narrowing her eyes as if she had to force herself to see better when there was nothing to see.

- My Tribal Chief, it's funny, you’re so funny. I got a call, though… it was one of the other side's lawyers, a kid I had kicked out of a Dumbo studio years ago, he wasn't even qualified to be an assistant, but apparently they've been doing charity work lately. He reminded me who he was at our first meeting and I reminded him what happened, so he must have thought to be smarter this time and do his job well

- Wise man - Roman called him back, instantly stopping the river of words that he was emptying on them, because Paul Heyman who started talking in bursts would have been too much for anyone.

- Yes, going straight to the point... there are other parties involved. They are… I quote, thinking about it.

Y/N still under his arm bent her head almost imperceptibly at that news, but Roman found himself just as quickly finally turning to his special counselor, frowning. Had he really interrupted him for that bullshit? What was that supposed to be, a joke? Now they allowed themselves to bother him and joke about business?

- There's no one except me, there’s only my family here. There's only me – he growled not at all amused, but before his mood could even cross the limit, probably making Paul cry, Y/N leaned on his arm, her ponytail full of waves swinging behind her shoulder.

-It wouldn't be a bad idea, however, going there, just for checking things - she reflected, giving a cold look to Paul who had breathed a sigh of relief.

Show up? Should he bother himself and go to them? That wasn't how it worked, he was the alpha, the head of the table, they weren't the ones dictating the rules.

- I don't have to go. It's not my place, they come to me and if they want to talk to someone, they can talk to him.

- Yes, but it would be a way to remind everyone how things are, that he's not the one running your family's business. And I already had plans for the day, remember? You have nothing to do, keep yourself busy doing something useful - she tried to reason with him and although she was right, Roman ended up turning up his nose at the idea of getting into the suv again and what's more without her.

Plans, she had plans. He knows, she'd told him during the boring breakfast and she'd been firm, but those plans didn't sit well with him.

- Naomi can wait – he muttered annoyed, making her raise an eyebrow.

- No. I'll go to her, you to take those business done or whatever should happen - she cut short, without even negotiating and Roman moved his gaze to an empty spot in the park, swallowing the bitterness that had risen in his mouth .

He didn't like knowing her in town with Naomi, he didn't like the idea of splitting up and he didn't like not knowing what might have happened since Solo had to stay with him and the twins were still around trying to undo the damage they had caused a month earlier. The instinct to stay close to her made him nervous, there were too many people in town, too many places to disappear, but he had promised to give her space now that things had changed, he said he would trust her...

He felt her tug at his neck, her face leaning softly against his, her lips leaving a quick kiss on his beard and then rubbing against his ear, sending a rush of heat into him.

- I'll be with her, I promise. No runs. Be good and I’ll be good for you too - she whispered, moving to look him straight into his eyes.

She was a blessing and his fuckin endgame.

***

Y/N was so happy to hug her again and it was a strange feeling, without a definite purpose, the simple excitement of a rekindling a bond. Since she'd crossed the border and settled there, so much had changed, but what continued to amaze her most of all were the bonds she was building. She had kept everyone at arm's length her whole life and now she had someone to come back to, someone to tolerate, people to miss. Everything had changed so quickly and so radically that she always felt like she was dealing with her first times.

- Don’t do it again! It's so strange… I missed you – she admitted, frowning and immediately prompting Naomi to break their hug to glare at her.

- Is it weird if you miss me?! Yo what?!

- I'm not used to missing someone... but now that we’re talkin’ I'm having second thoughts.

Sitting back down and taking the drink and jerking back, pretending to be offended, she watched Naomi pout to look her up and down knowingly.

- You kept yourself busy though – she teased her and Y/N nodded with an exasperated smile.

They had last spent time together the day before that night, and things were different back then. They hadn't been able to talk while she was at her parents' house, every time Y/N tried to call she didn't answer and she had hardly heard from her after the twins had left to take care of who knows what business for the family. Roman had been almost her only company for over a month and well, that said a lot about how much things had changed between them.

It was strange to talk about that, too, now that she thought about it. Another absolute first time.

- You know… I think Paul is jealous, but I get it, it's difficult to see your ex with someone else, especially if the other one is me - she joked seriously and Naomi nodded even more seriously.

- The way he looks yo mate… mmh, it’s weird.

- Don't get me started! - she smiled, trying to chase the image from her mind -But... it's going well. He takes care of me, he treats me like he should, no problems, no dramas. Sounds boring – she mused jokingly, her fingers twirling the straw inside her glass.

Y/N for one would not have bet a dollar on her and Roman together and instead they ran as if they had done nothing else before. From one moment to the next everything had been perfect and it felt so strange, because she knew she had put him in a corner with her attitude and that she was still impossible sometimes even today, but Roman hadn't backed down. He respected her, made her ask for nothing more, he had learned to control himself - not completely, but Y/N acknoledged his efforts -, he didn't miss one time and even spoiled her. On his initiative, he had also decided to make dates, to really get to know each other beyond the idea of destined mates and make up for the years they had spent apart. They had done it for an entire month, every day, but he kept to organize dates anyway to spend quality time together. It was as if everything she had avoided and pushed away, every doubt, every fear, had been shut out by him.

- Don't make that face. Don't even try! It was terrible just looking at you before, you always looked broken and I can't buy the story of you all bored and sitting at home with those marks on you – Naomi pointed out and Y/N didn't even bother to figure out where she was pointing, giving in to a laugh.

Leaving marks on her was the compromise in order not to get bitten on her weak spot, she had to grant it to him and she didn't mind in reality. He was good at those things, she acknowledged it.

- Well, its not so bad

- Wha-what? Not so bad? Now its not so bad! And you didn't want hear talking about it before!

- It has its positive sides, are you happy?

- Yes, yes

- Good!

- Good for you. Honestly when there was that story about your presentation with the elders and the trial I was worried, it didn't sound good and I didn't want it to end badly… I'm happy to see you like this – Naomi admitted, drinking a sip of her drink, but Y/N remained stunned shot.

- What? – What she was talking about? Trial, presentation? Was something she didn't get?

She watched her set down her nearly empty glass, hands raised in a silent apology at the confusion she read on her face.

- You two are true mates and the whole family was involved, I know, but even Jimmy's dad didn't see our bond well at the beginning, I know what it feels like. We both got out though! And now that Jimmy and Jey are back here, maybe we can start over? Roman will be fine with it, right? He doesn’t want problem? – she asked, her tone serious for that last question and Y/N nodded without even knowing what, so as not to remain speechless or make that moment between them one to forget.

Mate's good with us.

Her she-wolf's voice rumbled in her head as soon as a glimmer of doubt made its way into the confusion of her thoughts, but Y/N ignored her, impassive, waiting for her to silence again as she had been doing for a month now.

- Yes, yes sure. I'll talk to him – she promised, feeling Naomi take her hand to reassure her.

- Everything works out, that's how it goes when you have a big family and now you're in it too! You will get used to it! - her smile made her chest tingle, her hand tightening around hers in return.

The ringing of a phone stopped her before she could say anything and Naomi was quick to rummage through her purse to retrieve it, standing up as her eyes caught who was calling.

- Wait it's chicken nugget, they were already back.

- It's ok. I'll finish my drink – Y/N released her, mentally thanking for that moment of pause, while Naomi walked away from their table.

- Take another one for me too, I’ll be back, hey babe!

Silently Y/N saw her glow just talking to him and for a long moment she froze, watching her move past the venue, her attention fully turned to her mate, the one she had chosen for her.

She hadn't chosen Roman as Naomi with Jimmy or her parents, but she had chosen to give Roman and their bond a chance. She had chosen to build something, to move on, to open up and it had all gone so well since then that Y/N didn't know what to feel now. Part of her wanted to go back to being angry, but had to?

They had talked about what had happened that day. He had said that he had been cornered for some reasons, that he was mad for all the pressure his family was putting on him, the responsibilities and by what she understood from Naomi's speech, he had not lied. Not completely. He hadn't told her she was the reason for that pressure, but maybe he hadn't because she wasn't the only reason. Now Y/N knew what he faced every day, he told her about the plans, he showed her what he had worked hard to achieve, Y/N had listened to him talk about what his family had gone through in the past, what he had gone through and how those efforts had changed everything. Maybe her presence had been an extra pressure to add to the load and his family had worried about how he was reacting, she hadn't made things easy for him anyway… but she was his mate, she was nobody to them, Y/N didn't even know them. If she wasn't the only one who caused that trial, court or whatever happened, why would he hide it? Now that she thought about it, when she'd just arrived, Solo'd said something about her and how Ro'd ordered anyone to not talk about her to the elders.

Looking away from the street, she thrown down her drink, raising a hand to order another round without even thinking. She felt her muscles tense again and that feeling of tension that she thought had left her once and for all… she didn’t like it.

***

Her scent had guided him through the forest to the river dock, replacing the chaos of his day with the beating of her heart, her breathing slow, a little heavy. He would have preferred to find her at home, to know her safe in a place that was only theirs now, but he had to give her some freedom, he knew that and up to that moment she had never gone beyond the reserve without him. It wasn't a good time, things had suddenly added up that not even the Wiseman had taken into consideration, but Y/N loved to run and as long as the situation didn't get more complicated and she remained safe, it was a whim he could give her.

Roman found her sitting at one of the only two tables they had set up next to the river. There was a nice view from there, the river curved in a larger area between the slopes from which you could see part of its course, the water there always had the color from which it got its name. When his house was finished, years before, he had bought a small boat to move along that stretch of the river, he had arranged some tables, a housing for the bonfire, but no one had ever used any of it over the years, things had changed quickly. Now Roman had a big barbecue in the backyard that only his cousins had used, a yacht at the docks downtown that he'd only signed a few deals on. Perhaps, however, things would have changed again, as had happened in those months, perhaps Y/N would have liked it.

He sat next to her on her bench, immediately wrapping his arms around her hips and burying his face in her neck, to inhale her scent.

- We haven't been separated for days, you know? – Y/N sighed in resignation, feeling him leave a streak of kisses up to her temple.

- It was enough.

It had been. Having that meeting without any warning, having to deal with certain issues again, like it was not clear enough out there who was in control, staying away from her. He had gotten used to having her close all the time, in that month they had hardly ever moved away from each other and even half a day at that point seemed too much to Roman. She calmed him down. More or less.

-You're so dramatic... how it went? – he heard her ask, as his hands worked their way under her top, touching as much of her as they could, pulling her closer and closer until she was wedged between his legs.

- They'll sign - he stammered, his face still buried in her neck, heat building.

Her presence, touching her, managed to close every external door in his head, as if his wolf ceased to sense anything other than her. Nothing mattered beyond the curve of her back, her fingers lazily scratching his thights or the back of his neck, that scent he couldn't living without anymore.

- What were the agreements for? – he heard her ask softly, his kisses becoming more needy.

- Let's not talk about it... it doesn't matter now...

Those stuff had value outside, not when she was with him, when no one could disturb them and he was able to give a boundary to the rest. In those moments all he cared about was having her as close as possible, his breathing slowly replicating hers, her pulse rumbling in his ears, his bones turning liquid as the blood boiled. It was something he would never tire of having and seeking, like an addiction he fought to get worse.

He growled against her skin, biting lightly into her shoulder, feeling Y/N gasp as he licked at the spot she still refused to give him and he fought hard to avoid. He released one hand from her top, moving up along her throat, placing the other on her soft hip to keep her pressed against him, his boner starting to wake up on his pants.

- I don't want to mind your business - Y/N said, her head bending - I was thinking, however, that I'll have to do something now that I'm here, so maybe I could help in some way... - hands that kept stroking him slowly, too slowly - I've never done this before, but there will be something I can do. If Paul can do it, I’ll be great, right? – and Roman froze, what was that story?

She was always attentive when he showed her something and she had been even in the weeks when things still didn't work out between them, but she had never seemed interested to the point of wanting to help. And besides, she didn't even have to do it, he was the one to provide for everyone, especially her.

- You don't have to do anything, there's no need. You have everything and if something isn't enough, say it, I'll take care of it – he assured, stroking her chin and watching her shrug.

If she needed anything, whatever, she just needed to tell him. He wouldn't deny her anything and there was nothing he couldn't give her.

- I want to help you. Do my part, so maybe we don't get another trial popping up for me that I don't know anything about - she said as if they were talking about the weather, and Roman stopped the instant the word left her mouth.

Speechless, he watched her impassively return his gaze, her hands still in their place, her body that showed no sign of moving and that he was only now aware, hadn't moved to reciprocate his attentions.

Where did that trial story come from? She shouldn't have known anything about it, he hadn't told her, he had kept her away from that story, how was it possible that she knew anything about it? She spoke little or nothing to Paul, they weren't compatible and Solo… Solo hardly ever opened his mouth with anyone, was impossible. She couldn't have found out by walking around town for half a day, people were talking about her family's business, but that was a confidential matter that very few knew about.

That last thought hit him full force and without even controlling himself, he pursed his lips angrily, brow furrowing, nervousness mounting. Very few knew about that story and the only person she had spent the day with as far as he knew, the only one he had sensed a trace of on her was his cousin's wife and that was definitely none of her business.

- Naomi said that to you? Now she talks about me when ain’t around? That story ain’t even her husband business, she has no right- he growled, going from nothing to exploding in less than a second and Y/N turned to face him just as quickly.

- It's about me though – she noted seriously and Roman wrinkled his nose, moving his gaze elsewhere in an attempt to uselessly control his anger.

They shouldn't have had that conversation, should never have had it. He still did everything after a month to avoid it and half a day away from him was enough to get there. He was furious, so angry that he felt his wolf growl in his ears to get out. Because yes, it was about her and he didn't want her to worry, he didn't want wrong thoughts in her mind.

That's not good for our mate. Stop it.

- She wasn't talking about it, it's not her or Jimmy's fault, she just mentioned it… she assumed that I knew and wanted to give me her support, but I had no idea what the hell this trial was about, because you didn't tell me anything - she said slow and Roman looked back, breathing short, muscles tense.

- Because there was no need, I'm the one to provide for others, for you. Im the giver, I'll solve it, I-

- That's enough, hear me out now- the tone in which she shushed him wasn't the kind of tone an omega would use, not with an alpha, not with anyone else. No one shushed him.

But she was his omega, she was his mate and however badly he might have reacted, his wolf couldn't help but stop himself and certainly, feeling her hands caressing him helped. Overwhelmed, he looked down, following the movement of her fingers tracing the tattoo on his arm, her tatau, her thumb rubbing the back of his fist clenched around nothing. He heard her take a deep breath and lifted his brown eyes again, anger slipping away from him as she returned his gaze with a different expression.

- I like this thing between us - she confessed and Roman clearly perceived the weight of those words, like a boulder on his back - At first it didn't go like this, but now I realize that I needed it... I like it. I like that you want to take care of me, that you are always there trying to gimme everything and that everything around me is perfect, but if something is wrong… we should talk about it, you need to tell me what’s going on. You always say that I'm your mate, I shouldn't be your mate only on certain occasions.

Since the night after the trial, things had changed between them in many ways. In ways that even he hadn't planned on and that had spiraled out of his control. Y/N had become fundamental. The stories told so much about mates, but not even the most unrealistic of those stories could have prepared him for what she had become in his life. It wasn't about attraction, complicity or who knows what else, he needed her like the air he breathed and knowing that it was the same for her now, it went to his head. Because he wasn't going to lose everything, to see that doubt, that look on her face after what he'd worked hard to achieve. He made a promise to make her happy, he had given her everything, everything she had never had and he didn't tolerate that some stupid rumor, a useless doubt born of someone who knew nothing about it, undermined what he had built for them. Roman didn't allow it, he couldn't bear it, no.

- We shouldn't even have this talk, it's not like that, it's a stupid drama, it comes from outside, it's not between us. We're fine, there's not a single problem between us - he tried to reason with her, hand now rubbing his beard.

They were fine, they were finally fine. They woke up every morning together, they talked, they spent hours doing anything to spend time with each other, they started talking through bonding during runs, they fucked every freakin day without getting tired, she laughed even. She was happy, she had even admitted it and Roman had found what he had always lacked, they were fine! There was no need to talk about that story! They didn't have any problems to discuss or solve, they were perfect, dramas came from outside. It was others’s fault.

Its them again.

- Ro a month ago you weren't good at all, I was there, I saw you. And now I find out it was because of me? - his head moved quickly before she'd even finished speaking.

- Nah, nah. It wasn't you, it was a problem that came from outside, like this one and I solved it anyway. It's okay now, you're fine, we're fine. I take care of everything as I always have and as I will continue to do. You don't have to think about it – he reassured her, hands moving up to hers, stroking her cheek, holding her shoulders.

That trial had come upon him for no reason, because of those who still doubted despite all he had done in those years, guaranteeing everyone better lives that they had not managed to achieve on their own for decades. It had been a low blow, thrown at her because she was now his weak point, but he'd gotten out of it anyway. He had gone out with her. Because whatever obstacle life put in front of him, he found a way to overcome it, it was in his nature and it was also in his nature to go further. Just like he was doing with her. They had gotten off to a bad start, but now they had a bond that no one out there could replicate and so it should continue to be.

- I just want you to tell me if something is wrong, I want to do my part if it's important and not find myself in situations like this like some shit that ends up in someone's foot during a fight-

- If I’ll ever need you by my side, I'll tell you. But don't think about it now. It's stupid, I'll take care of it.

It was his job, it was his role, and he was in control. She just had to stop worrying. It wasn't what he had in mind for her, not what he had planned, it wasn't what he wanted for her.

- Care of what? – he heard her ask in exasperation and he tightened his grip on her shoulders, resting his forehead on hers, inhaling her scent.

- Nothing, cause whatever they said to you its not true. Everything is fine. We're fine.

- Ro…- Y/N called him, his eyes fixed on hers and Roman nodded, his hand caressing the back of her neck with love and devotion, sinking into her soft hair.

- You have my word – he promised seriously and for a long moment, Y/N didn't move looking at him and deciding what to do.

He saw in her eyes the same expression that had haunted him for weeks, that judgment that had kept him in the balance, that had driven his wolf to try anything to win her approval. As if she was looking inside him for an answer and Roman remained silent to return her gaze, his fingers unable to stop moving along her skin, caressing her as he had done every night for the past month to help her fall asleep more quickly and give up completely into his arms. Who knows how long seemed to pass, his mood began to mount again, his patience to run out, but just as she had begun that speech, Roman saw her leave it with a heavy breath and a nod of her head, quick not so sure, to hide herself anyway in his neck and allow him to squeeze her again.

- I'm a man of my word - he reminded her, kissing her hair and feeling her hands tightening on his white shirt, behind his back, as if she were clinging to him.

- I know

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ennoshitas-princess · 7 months ago

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The Beautiful Rose

Tobio Kageyama x chubby fem! reader Warnings: Oikawa being forceful to be with you, some swearing, centaur Kageyama, violent scene Synopsis: you are the girl everyone wants to be, and you catch the eye of the king of the court Word Count: 1,612 Hopefully you like it!! This has no spoilers really. Fantasy au (inspo beauty and the beast). Don't read if you don't like violence or triggered with gun shots.

You strolled along the dirt path of the village to go to the market in the little town to get things for your mother and brother.

A shade of a pretty pastel cerulean hovered above everyone's head. The emerald blanket soaked with the morning dew. The light magenta petals of the cherry trees fell like snow in the bleak winter months. The rays warming up the ground below, caused cats and dogs to shut their eyelids tight and take a longer nap.

Basket in hand, you continued to admire your surroundings of the vast beauty of nature.

“Bonjour, monsieur.” You wave to the owner of the stand, filling your nostrils with the sweet aroma of baked goods.

“Bonjour, belle demoiselle.” He replied back.

“What do you have to offer today?” You looked at all the items, making you drool.

You could not help yourself. Just a regular habit you had that continued to occur since you were small. The thought of eating one of these delicious delights, had you wanting to buy the whole stand.

“We have bagels, cookies, baguettes, loafs of bread, and cake.” He pointed them out.

“I will take these and the baguettes.” Your hand hovered over the cookies.

“Ah, your sweet tooth demoiselle, non?”

“Oui, monsieur!”

“À plus tard!” You wave to the baker.

“Salut!”

You walk off to bump into none other than the throb of the town, Touru Oikawa.

With a sigh, you shift to your left to continue with your errands, but stopped by him moving to his right to block. You move the other direction, and he does the same thing.

“Hey umm… Oikawa-”

“Please y/n, you know we are meant to be. Call me by my first name.” He pulled you close to his lean body.

“Look Oikawa, I cannot figure out any other way to express this. I do not like you romantically at all.” You bluntly shove him away.

His blood boiled at the remark, not knowing how much you mean to him. If he got with you, everyone in the village would be jealous about your relationship. Making him look greater and grander, even more than Alexander building one of the biggest empires in history in a short amount of time.

“Look y/n, you know how much-”

Before Oikawa could finish his sentence, you left him rambling to himself. In embarrassment, he stormed off, yelling, “well y/n, we all know you hang out with a monster.”

Oikawa, being himself, just let you be.

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Well, Oikawa wasn't wrong about what he said earlier that day. Everyone viewed him as one, but you saw his flaws as beautiful pieces of artwork in a mural in an art museum.

You go over to the forest to visit your friend, Tobio Kageyama. The hut just beneath all the dead trees, just decaying and bald. Flowers on the sidelines wilted from the lack of sunshine. The straw roof had a massive hole. So whenever it rained, poor Kageyama’s house got soaked.

You knock at the almost deteriorated wooden door. Just with your subtle touch, the door fell on the creaking floor with a thud, spooking the horned centaur.

Dashing towards the door, he saw your plump figure at the entrance.

“Oh, it's just you y/n.” He sighed.

“Yes, it's just me, Tobio. Look, I went to the market and got some things for you to eat. I got cookies, bread, some fresh produce, and guess what I brought?” You give him the basket.

“What did you bring for me?” He reached for it, his hand brushing against your soft tiny one.

Pulling the cold item out, he smiled.

“Y/n, you brought milk!” He shouted with joy.

“Of course I did. When you are happy, I am happy.”

The centaur picked you up and spun you around twice, hugging your soft curves. You were a cute plush for him of course. If someone bad happened to you, he would find a way to save or protect you.

You strolled along the river bed calmly, as the birds sang their song peacefully. The flow of the river brought some type of relief from Oikawa’s six hundredth proposal.

As you walk, you spot a rock to rest on. When you sat down, you heard a lot of rustling in the bushes. Frightened, you got up and started to run away.

“Wait, don't run… I didn't mean to scare you. Of course someone as pretty and kind hearted as you would rush back home.” A male voice sounded disappointed.

You inch towards the male slowly, awaiting to be attacked. When you look at the man closer, you see him hiding behind the shrubs.

“Umm… how dumb of me. I should introduce myself. My name is Kageyama, Kageyama Tobio. What is yours?” He still hid.

“Nice to meet you, mine is l/n y/n.” You tell him as you go where he hid.

“That is a pretty name for a pretty lady like you. I mean, well you are just pretty because you are a human- shit!” He snapped.

“Wait, come out of the bushes. I am curious about what you meant about me being a human. Are you one?” You raise a brow.

Clopping towards where you stood, you soon begin to realize he was not a human. He came out being a centaur. The thought of you running away came across poor Kageyama's mind, but surprised that you stayed in place, examining him closely with shining e/c eyes.

“You seem very fascinating! How did you-”Before you could finish that question, he replied with all honesty.

“I was put under a spell because of how I used to treat others in my village when I was king. I ran away and now, no one is ruling my kingdom.” He rubbed the back of his head.

You stare into his ocean eyes for a long time. Just as you were in a trance, he too was in one. Charmed by your squishy body, not knowing what to say or do, he randomly said, “wanna be friends?!?”

You break eye contact, blushing, “yeah!”

You two walked inside of his cottage to snack on the little treats.

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As you finished your snacks, a rustle in the bushes could be heard by Kageyama. He galloped towards the shrubs.

“Bam, bam, bam!”

You heard the gunshots from inside. Rushing out of your seat, you saw Kageyama on the dirt ground, breathing heavily. You turn your head up slowly from the centaur, only to meet up with brown eyes.

“Oikawa! Why would you shoot him?” You ran towards him and wept.

“I only did it for you, y/n. I bet he had you captured and under some mind game of his, only to keep you from me.” He reached for your arm, only for you to shake it off aggressively.

“I don't like you! As a matter of fact, I hate you!” You scowl at him.“I did it all for-”

“I don't care! I want you to leave me alone. I don't want you near me in any way. I am in love with him and you think I will love you after shooting him?” Your voice boomed throughout the forest.

Oikawa's mouth formed a small circle, opened from the news you gave to him. He couldn't believe that you loved a monster like Kageyama, but not love someone as handsome as he is. Scoffing, he turned his tracks to the road to the village, stomping his way back.

“Y-you love m-m-me?” Kageyama's soft voice spoke.

You look down at him from where you knelt down, just terrified of what could happen to him in the next minute.

“Kageyama, no matter what happens, I will never forget you, alright?” Your soft hand caressed his cheek.

“Pl-please don't tell m-me I am g-going to d-die?” He stumbled with his words.

“No, no. I am not saying that. If you happen to never return to your human form, I will still love you.” A tear rolled of your cheek like dew in the morning.

Kageyama suddenly closed his eyes and his breathing stopped. Waterfalls fell from your eyes as you saw your dear friend go limp in your arms, not holding himself up anymore. You wanted to go off in the village and get revenge with all the bitterness in your mouth, but something in your heart told you not to.

You closed your eyelids and felt some warmth in your hands. Opening them slowly, you saw him glittering proudly like a star in the night sky. You could have sworn that you were dreaming, but you pinch yourself only to realize you were wide awake.

He levitated in the air like a bird flying towards the glowing sun that warmed the ground. His torso turned back. His feet bare instead of hooves. His tail disappeared. Only the figure of Kageyama laid on the ground, fluttering his sapphire eyes open.“L-l/n-san?”

“Kageyama, you are alive and in your human form!” You hugged him tightly.

He glanced at himself up and down to see that you were right. He got up and spun you around like always.

“Yes, I am back to myself. L/n-san I simply adore you too!” He smashed his lips into yours.

Flushing in all the hues that existed, you did not hesitate one single but to kiss him back.

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As soon as your brother and mother moved into the palace, you and Kageyama got married. Weeks later, Oikawa got sentenced for trying to kill the king. Let's just say Oikawa could never look as handsome as he wanted anymore.

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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SafeHouse || Two

I had been at Hogwarts for nearly a week now, and it hadn't been great, no one in slytherin liked me for being a Weasley and no one in Gryffindor liked me for being a Slytherin.

My insufferable twin refused to talk to me, still! and I hadn't made a single friend maybe I could make durmstrang my third school, anything would be better than this.

I was sat at the Slytherin table far away from the sparce amount of students sat around it for breakfast, mentally preparing myself for the first class of the day.

"Keira" I turned around to see my twin brothers stood in front of me.

"Yes?" I asked, looking up at them curiously, wondering what would bring them here

"come on" Fred nodded at the Gryffindor table

"what?"

"you're gonna make up with Ron, we're sick of him sulking all the time" George rolled his eyes

"I have nothing to say to him, I haven't done anything wrong" I folded my arms across my chest.

"Hold on one minute" Fred put a finger up to me as him and George walked back to their table.

I watched as they each grabbed a hold of one of Ron's arms and stood him up then walked back to me, they then pushed him down to sit next to me, grabbing the attention from the other people on my table

"Make up, now." George told us and then they both walked out the Great Hall.

Ron and I sat in an awkward silence, neither of us wanting to talk first

but as always I broke first "Ron look-

"no, Keira I'm sorry, I had no right to shout at you, its not even your fault, I guess I was just annoyed that I missed you so much, you're my twin, and we've been separated, again, I do want to make up, you know how stubborn I am" he told me as he played with his fingers

"Ron, I am sorry, I know how much that would hurt, I've missed you too, please, I don't want this to come between us" I said as I hugged him and he hugged me back "I love you"

"I love you too"

"Weaselbee! are you colourblind?" We broke our embrace and turned to see Malfoy stood glaring at my brother

"piss off Malfoy, I'm talking to my sister" he rolled his eyes and I noticed how he clenched his fists

"you piss off Weasel, this is My table, go back to potty and that filthy little mu-

"Woah, Ron, lets go, we can just go somewhere else okay, get away from here" I gripped Ron's arm just in case he tried to lunge at the blond "come on" I steered him away from the table and Malfoy as they shot death glares at each other "you have to learn to ignore him"

"I can't Keira! hes so frustrating, and such a prick" he huffed

"Look, we have class anyway, see you at Lunch?" I asked him

"Yeah sure thing, bye" he waved me off as he joined Harry and Hermione again, peering over Hermione's timetable and saying something to her with a grin.

After spending lunch at the Gryffindor table and being introduced to the other Gryffindors in my year, Hermione, Ron, Harry and I walked to our first ever Care of Magical Creatures class, taught by Hagrid.

After the argument between Ron and Hermione at lunch, they still refused to talk to each other leaving an awkward silence between the four of us.

As we walked down the slope I saw Malfoy and his mates who I now knew as Crabbe and Goyle, they were chortling at something he had said, but it didn't take a lot to guess what it was, Harry's dementor attack still being the topic of discussion.

Hagrid the very large tall man, was stood impatiently at the door of his hut with Fang.

I couldn't stop myself as I ran at the boarhound, dropping to my knee taking his head in my hands and telling him how cute he was.

Dog's really are my weakness.

"Keira!" Ron called after me "leave the poor thing alone" he told me as I said my goodbyes to the dog and apologised to Hagrid.

"You know he's not as cute as he seems right, especially when hes drooling all over you" he muttered to me

" Shut up, Ronald, have you looked in a mirror lately" I snapped at him

"we are literally twins" he said

"Fraternal, not Identical"

"Got a real treat for yeh today! Great lesson comin' up! Everyone here? Right, follow me!"

We followed Hagrid to an empty paddock

"Everyone gather round the fence here!" the half giant called. "Thats it- make sure yeh can see. Now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yeh books -"

"how?" Malfoy drawled

"Eh?" Hagrid asked

"How do we open our books?" The blond repeated

I looked down at my copy of The Monster Book Of Monsters that was belted shut the same as Harry's and some others had done

"Hasn' - hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" Hagrid had asked, looking crestfallen.

We all shook our heads at him.

"Yeh got ter stroke 'em,"

"what did he-

"just go with it" Harry shook his head

I watched the group as they curiously looked at their books and my eyes wandered to Malfoy as I saw him ponder for a while until he then ran a finger down the spine of the book.

"Oh how silly we've all been!" i raised my eyes from his hands to his face as he sneered at Hagrid "we should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess!"

"I ... I thought they were funny," Hagrid told me and Hermione

"Oh, tremendously funny!" Malfoy laughed "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Shut up, Malfoy," I heard Harry say quietly from beside me.

I was glad Harry had said something, because my words definitely wouldn't be as kind, I felt bad for Hagrid, his first lesson and Malfoy was already ruining it to make him feel bad.

"Righ' then," Hagrid said "so ... so yeh've got yer books an' ... an' ... now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get' em. Hang on ...' We watched as Hagrid strode of into the Forest and out of sight.

"God this place is going to the dogs," Malfoy announced loudly "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when i tell him-

"Shut up, Malfoy" Harry repeated significantly louder

"Careful Potter theres a Dementor behind you-"

"Wow Malfoy thats new, no ones heard that before, from you" I rolled my eyes

"Be quiet Weasley, As well as a Blood traitor, your a traitor to your own house it seems, hanging around with the Gryffindors" He spat at me

"Leave her alone Malfoy, piss off to Daddy will you" Ron told him "just ignore him Keira."

"Ooooooh" The high pitch voice of Lavender Brown Squealed, pointing towards the opposite side of the Paddock.

I turned to see dozens of Hippogriffs, by the look on Some of the other students faces, they had no idea what these amazing creatures were.

I had already done a bit of them at beaubaxtons.

They really were beautiful creatures.

"Gee up, there!" he roared, as he urged the Hippogriffs towards the fence where we stood.

"Hippogriffs!" I cheered Excitedly

"Tha's righ Keira!, Beau'iful, aren' they? So," Hagrid started as he rubbed his hands together and beaming around "if yeh wan' ter come a bit nearer ..."

No one seemed willing but I was excited to meet them so I bounced forward, The other three cautiously following after me.

"Are you sure you're a Slytherin, you definitely are courageous" Hermione chuckled beside me, I rolled my eyes, a smile plastered on my face.

"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' Hippogriffs is they're proud,' Hagrid told us "Easily offended, Hippogriffs are. Don't never insult one,' cause it might be the last thing yeh do.'

"Hey, reminds me of someone we know" I told my friends as I looked pointedly at Malfoy and his cronies who seemed to be plotting, as usual

"Yeh always wait fer the Hippogriff ter make the firs' move,' Hagrid continued. "It's polite, see? yeh walk towards him, and yeh bow an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. if he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt.'

"Right - who wants ter go first?"

the class took even more steps back, even Ron grabbing mine and Hermiones arm to distance ourselfs away, than outstretching an arm to push Harry forward, wow Ronald, what a great friend.

"Harry?" Hagrid asked him as he was the closest person, Harry looked behind himself, at us to give us a "what the hell look" than back at Hagrid "yeah, i'll do it"

I heard someone gasp behind me both Lavender and parvati whispering " Oooh, no, Harry, remember your tea leaves!"

"what?" I looked over to Ron and Hermione quizzically, what were they on about

"Dont worry about it" Ron shook his head and Hermione simply rolled her eyes. So I focused back on Harry who was climbing over the Paddock fence.

"Good man, Harry!" Roared Hagrid. "Right then - let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak."

We watched as he untied one of the chains, and pulled the grey Hippogriff away from the others and slipped off its leather collar.

I as well as the rest of the class held our breath.

"Easy, now Harry" Hagrid said in a low tone "Yeh've got eye contact, now try not ter blink - Hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much ..."

I caught sight of Hermione grab hold of Rons hand and the blush creeping up his neck as Buckbeak turned his great, sharp head, and was staring at Harry with one fierce orange eye.

"Thats it, tha's it, Harry ... now, bow..."

Harry did as he was told, I could tell he found it quite nerve racking though.

I was getting scared now as the Hippogriff continued to stare at Harry, not moving in the slightest

"Ah" Hagrid had said, breaking the silence once again. "Right - back away, now, Harry, easy does it-"

But then to all of our surprise, the Hippogriff suddenly bent his scaly front knees, and sank into what was an unmistakable bow.

I let out a quiet cheer of excitement, other students doing the same.

"Well done, Harry! Right - yeh can touch him! Pat his beak, go on!"

Harry moved slowly towards the Hippogriff and reached out towards him. He patted the beak several times and the Hippogriff closed his eyes lazily, as though enjoying it.

I clapped my hands ecstatically and the class joined me in applause, all except six Slytherin's of course, typical.

"Righ' then, Harry,' Said Hagrid, "I reckon he migh' let yeh ride him!"

I watched in amusement as I could see the clear panic in The boy who lived eyes, who clearly just wanted to join us safely back behind the fence.

"Yeh climb up there, jus' behind the wing joint," Hagrid instructed "an' mind yeh don' pull any of his feathers out, he won' like that ..."

I held my breath again as Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeak's wing and hoisted himself onto his back. Buckbeak stood up. I let out a giggle as Harry hesitated where to put his hands, not sure on where to hold on.

"Go on, then!" Roared Hagrid, slapping the Hippogriff's backside. Buckbeak then soared into the air with Harry on his back, flying him around the Paddock

"No fair" I pouted, turning to Ron and Hermione and crossing my arms

"What? you're saying you actually want to have a go riding Buckbeak?" Hermione Laughed

"Yeah, did you see how fun that looks"

"Aren't you scared of heights, you dont even like riding broomsticks" Ron raised an eyebrow at me

"Shut up" I hissed at him as I nudged his arm with my elbow "am not, and besides, it looks rather fun and I trust him" I told them as Buckbeak headed back to the ground. We cheered for him

"Good work, Harry! OK, who else wants a go?" Hagrid asked.

I was the first to head over to the Paddock and easily jumped the fence, and eagerly waited as Hagrid started untying the other Hippogriffs, I picked mine quickly and done as Hagrid had instructed.

I watched as Neville ran back and forth from his. Ron and Hermione both shared practice on the chestnut as Harry watched them.

My eyes than followed as Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle had decided to copy Harry and picked Buckbeak, I was actually surprised to see Malfoy had gained a bow and was now stroking his beak, looking bored.

"This is very easy," Malfoy drawled as usual, making sure it was loud enough for the rest of us to hear. "I knew it would have been, if Potter could do it ... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you?"

"Malfoy, I dont think that's such a clever idea" I warned him, he glanced at me with an eye roll then turned back to the Hippogriff

"Are you, you ugly great brute?"

It Happened in a flash of steely talons; Malfoy let out a high pitched scream and the next moment, Hagrid was wrestling Buckbeak back into his collar as he strained to get at Malfoy, who lay curled in the grass, blood blossoming over his robes.

I rushed back over to the trio as Malfoy yelped and cried "I'm dying! I'm dying, look at me! its killed me!"

"we should be so lucky" I rolled my eyes at Ron's comment

"yer not dyin'!" Hagrid had told him, going extremely pale "Someone help me - gotta get him outta here -"

Hermione ran to open the paddock gate while Hagrid lifted Malfoy, passing us.

Mine, Harry and Ron's eyes had caught the long deep gash in Malfoys arm.

I was actually starting to feel bad and worry for the pale spoilt brat.

The class followed Hagrid up to the Castle, all the Slytherins apart from me shouting insults at Hagrid

"They should sack him straight away!" Pansy Parkinson cried with tears running down her face

"Shut up, Parkinson" I shouted at her, I really did not like that girl and she was getting on my last nerve.

"It was Malfoys fault!" snapped Dean Thomas

"I'm going to see if he's OK!" Pansy rushed as we got to the Entrance Hall.

"Make sure to stay long, and give him a big Hug!" I waved her off, knowing that would piss Malfoy off, he had made it very obvious he wasn't that fond of the girl as she seemed to think.

The rest of the Slytherins headed down to the dungeons, muttering about Hagrid as they went.

I went in the Direction of the library, not wanting to be in the dungeons to hear slander on Hagrid as the Gryffindors headed up to their tower.

I decided to skip Dinner as I was too invested in my Homework that I had nearly finished thanks to the silence and being by myself, I was too worried for Hagrid to eat anything anyways.

I left the Library on my way to the dungeons when I caught sight of my Brother and his two best friends sneaking to the front doors, most likely to see Hagrid in his hut

"What are you doing?" I asked them anyway, mostly to just grab their attention

"Oh, we're going to go see Hagrid, make sure hes alright" Hermione told me

"you coming?" Harry asked me and shook his head in the direction of the doors

"sure, why not, beats going down to the dungeons" I rolled my eyes.

The grass was wet and looked spooky as we crossed it to Hagrid's hut

When we reached it My twin Knocked on the door and we waited until a voice growled out "C'min"

Hagrid was sitting in his shirt-sleeves at his scrubbed wooden table; Fang had his head in Hagrids lap.

I didn't know much about Hagrid like the others but I did know he was one of the most kindest and best people at Hogwarts and would be surely missed by many people if he was made to leave at the hands of Draco Malfoy.

it was very obvious that Hagrid wasn't sober, the bucket giving it away

"Spect its a record," he said thickly "Don' reckon they've ever had a teacher who on'y lasted a week before"

"Hagrid, dont think like that" I told him

"you haven't been sacked" Hermione gasped

"Not yet," Hagrid said in a miserable voice, my heart hurting for the poor man, as he took another drink "But 's only a matter o' time, isn't it, after Malfoy ..."

"How is he?" Ron asked, shocking me that he even asked after knowing full well his hatred for the Slytherin "It wasn't serious, was it"

"Madam Pomfrey fixed him best she could, but hes sayin' its still agony ... covered in bandages ... moanin' ... "

"He's faking it," Harry said from beside me "Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year"

"Huh? what kinda-" I cut Harry off, very confused about what kind of school I decided to transfer to when conversations of regrowing bones seemed the norm.

"Long story" Hermione patted my arm

"Trust Malfoy to milk it for all its worth." Harry finished

"School gov'nors have bin told, o' course. They Reckon i started too big. Shoulda left Hippogriffs fer later ... done flobberworms or summat ... jus' thought it'd make a good firs' lesson ...'s all my fault ..."

"Its all Malfoys fault, Hagrid!" Hermione told him earnastly

"Exactly, you warned him, hell, even I tried to and he's the one who was being reckless and stubborn, trying to show off, you did nothing wrong!" I said

"We're witnesses" Harry said "You said Hippogriffs attack if you insult them, we'll tell Dumbledore what really happened."

"Yeah, dont worry, Hagrid, We'll back you up," Ron Agreed.

I watched as tears leaked out of Hagrids beetle-black eyes, my chest feeling heavy, like a weight was sat on top of it.

He grabbed Ron and Harry, and pulled them into a hug, I wouldn't be surprised if I heard the breaking of bones.

"I think you've had enough to drink, Hagrid,' said Hermione firmly.

I opened the door for her as she took whatever the hell Hagrid was drinking and emptied it outside

"Ar, maybe she's right,' Hagrid sighed as he let go of Ron and Harry, I suppressed a chuckle as I saw them both rubbing their ribs.

Hagrid joined Hermione outside and we heard a splash as Hermione walked back in

"Whats he done?" Harry asked Hermione nervously, as she placed down the tankard.

"Stuck his head in the water barrel" Hermione replied

Hagrid came back, his beard dripping wet and wiping the water out of his eyes.

"Thas' better" he said as he shook his head, drenching us all in water. "Listen, it was good of yeh ter come an' see me, I really -" Hagrid stopped dead, confusing us all until he locked his eyes on Harry, as if this was the first time he was seeing him tonight.

"WHAT D'YEH THINK YOU'RE DOIN', EH?" he roared at him, making us all jump I was sure everyone in the castle would be able to hear him. "YEH'RE NOT TO GO WANDERIN' AROUND AFTER DARK, HARRY! AN' YOU THREE! LETTING HIM!" He barked, turning his attention on us.

Hagrid strode over to Harry, grabbing his arm and pulled him to the door.

"C'mon!" Hagrid snapped, angrily. "I'm takin' yer all back up ter school, an' don' let me catch yeh walking down ter see me after dark again. I'm not worth that!"

I wanted to refuse and tell him he was wrong and that he was worth it, but I knew that was the wrong time.

He did as he told us, escorted us back to the Entrance Hall, directed me to walk down the dungeons by myself and walked the other three all the way up to the steps of Gryffindor tower.

I managed to sneak into my bed without waking the others up. replaying Malfoys attack over and over in my head before slipping into sleep.

#theodorenottsafehouse #theodore nott x you #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #dracomalfoyxoriginalcharacter #blaise zabini #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter

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o-avosetta · 11 months ago

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Re: Coral Island 1.0

I've been playing Coral Island again after stopping earlier this year to wait for it to get to 1.0. It's been just the experience I hoped it would be.

I've already written about how much it feels like home, how refreshing it is to play a game so very clearly and lovingly inspired by maritime Southeast Asia. It feels even more so now, maybe because of where I'm playing.

I'm on December break, so I happen to be playing from my family's town, where I really can walk down to the beach and hunt for fresh urchins at low tide if I want. Mostly I walk out to a detached coffee stand much like Raj's (more of a hut than a stand, actually), admire my neighbor's dragonfruit vines on the way, and hope I get to say hi to dogs like the player gets with Bonbon and Taco. The town where I am has also gotten a lot more multicultural in recent years, so it really isn't a stretch that I'd run into people of different nationalities* and multiracial couples* and families in Starlet Town also. There's a Japanese man who set up an izakaya down the road from our place, and it's excellent.

[* Not to get into the sociopolitics of this, but maybe the fantasy of Coral Island for me is that none of the older white men are there looking for land to grab for their retirement and/or poor, younger, less educated women they can exploit as bangmaid brides.]

I don't looking forward to leaving town again, but I'm glad I'll have this game for a taste of home.

I'm only nominally a farmer, I think. Diving and clearing the sea has been my favorite activity in the game, and I think I'll continue even after I make the merfolk happy. I've been making decent money drying scallops and making kombu chips this Year 1 Winter, so making a living this way seems doable.

I've lamented elsewhere that farm life sim games set in seaside towns often forget how much the sea is part of the life of such a town — usually, such games make the ocean nothing more than another fishing spot. I love, love how much the ocean is very much a part of Coral Island. What happened to the ocean is why Starlet Town has been struggling lately. My progress underwater is tied to my progress overall. Merfolk have their own town, and I can befriend/date them; they aren't just blink-and-you-miss it sprites to liven up a fishing session. I still have a lot of seafloor to clear, so I guess I'll see if the ocean endgame is any good later. But just the fact that Stairway Games devoted this much of the game to the sea really touches me.

(I fucking love the ocean, okay? In another life, I was going to get a marine science degree right here in my family's town. But noooo, I decided to try being a writer, lol.)

As for dating, I'm not in a rush to woo any particular townie. There are almost too many attractive people in this game. So I just work on my farmer and on healing the island, and I let relationships develop naturally. Run into a townie? Stop and talk to them. Hand them a jepun blossom or a mushroom or a jar of jam. See whose stories and personality make me want to keep running into them once the first blush is past.

I've reached the winter, though, so I do have some clear favorites now.

I don't know if I want to marry Dr. Yuri, be her best friend, or be her. I just think she's so cool — the coolest person on the island even. I think I relate to her coming to the country after her adventures abroad and trying to do the best she can for the people around her. Maybe I want to be with another me-in-another-life, idk (after marine biologist and before writer, my next aspiration was pediatrician).

Mark recently won a popularity contest in the player community, and it's not hard to see why. In games like this, any scarred dateable who starts off gruff or mean is basically cotton candy left out for player ants. I haven't checked yet, but I'm willing to bet his dog-feeding cutscene launched a thousand fics ("Good girl" — woof). (Either that or something something garden rake up the ass something something.) Mostly I like him because he's the only one who actually seems to banter with the player, and he looks big and cuddly like my SO.

Chaem is the other initially aggressive character, and I think I like her, too. I was actually put off at first; in early access, she was only an aloof jock who was pretty focused on her workouts and her sport, not outright mean. I don't remember her being this rude to my farmer when I met her pre-1.0. Then I had a little think about why one would let Mark be a little mean to them but not Chaem. What do you know, getting to know her makes her warm up to you also.

I like Theo because he just gives off vibes that I need in my life.

Who else? I think I will always have a soft spot for Surya because he was my first crush in early access, and though the attraction has waned this go-round, I still want to be his friend. I want to be Eva's friend mostly because one of my friends really likes her. I want to be Lily's friend because I just want to know all about her and her bonsai. I haven't made enough progress with the merfolk yet, but I have a major crush on Princess Miranjani. (Agung, what we could've had if the devs hadn't baited and switched you with Semeru, hayy.)

Ah, and as usual, I have made it a personal mission to make the town grandma love me. Betty, I'm saving all my flowers for you, mano po, paturo naman po ng recipe sa mooncake.

Okay, I'm out of thoughts now; time to grab my diving suit again.

#coral island #games #personal #the sea #southeast asia

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skydoesthings · 1 year ago

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@mcyt-halloween gift exchange for @sand-stinger! Hope you like it :3c

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God, was Shelby scared. The sculk was spreading, and it was spreading FAST. It had covered her body, it had taken over her empire, and the ghost of the area was even more mad at her than usual. Yeah. She hated this. And the worst thing of all, she had blown Katherine away so rudely, when all she wanted to do was help! But, she also knew that it wasn’t her that shouted at the princess. Every little while, her memory would start to go fuzzy but remain there, as if she was watching a movie where the main character’s going to make a decision that will make the entire story make a turn for the worse, and there was nothing she could do or have done to stop it. And she wanted to stop it SO BADLY! Yup, you know the feeling. It was making her do so many things that she didn’t want to do, just the other day she blew up a potion that she’d been working on for days! Everything was happening, and all of it was happening to her. Oh yeah, some evil being just shows up and starts living in your body and making you do things you don’t want to do? Not. Cool. It was infuriating! Now Katherine’s been talking so much more to Joey, and that was just one of Shelby’s problems! (No Joel, she doesn’t think about girls all the time. Just, like, 70 percent of the time.) Anyways, many problems. Yeah. Like, she overhears all her citizens talking about her, like she’s changed from the benevolent, clumsy witch they once knew to a slightly more rugged, more violent being. And there was always that voice, that little voice that just showed up in the back of her head, telling her to give in, and keeps repeating that weird mantra ‘spread the souls, spread the sculk’. Oh no, that reminded her of Cub! Poor Cub, that rift thing had unwillingly taken him from his ‘hermitcraft’ or whatever it was called world, and dumped him here, in empires! And then stupid Shelby, with no control of her stupid magic, turned him into a sculk monster! Thankfully, she had somehow managed to cure him before he crossed over to his world again, but that was a SCARE. She can’t let that happen ever again. But it seems, her magic was failing her once again. Every potion, every spell cast, they all did nothing. When she got close to Tortoise, he looks at the sculk and walks a step back. All her magic could do was make it appear like the sculk was gone, even when it wasn’t. She just doesn’t think that she can survive like this. It’s all getting too much. And she hasn’t even started on the fact that she’s a wanted fugitive in the witch world, and got expelled from her academy! All the negative things in her life were consuming her, ripping away the fibres of her skin, making her feel like she wasn’t human. “And,” she chuckled, “I don’t think I am anymore at this point.” Shelby walked out of her hut, and took a step back to look at it. The hut, that she had lovingly made, as soon as she came to empires, trying to make it as cosy and cute as she possibly could, now looked harsh and unwelcoming. The kingdom of Evermoore, which she had built up with nothing but her bare hands and a few spells, now looked dreary and chilling, full of citizens casting worried looks and her and then hurriedly whispering to their friends. The mangrove swamp, which seemed cold at first, but soon became home, now looked just as scary as it did as when Shelby first came there. Of course, not to mention the sculk that had spread everywhere. She suddenly heard whispers, and noises that sounded like howls of dogs.

“You started this…you’re the reason that all of this is happening…pathetic…you couldn’t even do anything in your first life…”

“Huh? What? Who are you? What do you mean by first life? HELLO???”

Just as mysteriously as the voices started, they disappeared. But the voice in her head got stronger. “Spread the souls, spread the sculk. Spread the souls, spread the sculk. Spread the souls, SPREAD THE SCULK!”

And, you know what, maybe it was right. She didn’t have anything left to lose in her life. She’s realised, that she never felt stronger, and more in control of her magic, than now, when the sculk possessed her. She’s realised that she should have had revenge on Joey a long time ago, and maybe on the witches’ academy too, while she’s at it! If that makes her immoral, if that makes her the bad guy, then so be it! She’ll be the bad guy. She’ll redeem herself, no matter what it takes, no matter what anyone says.

She walked into the center of her empire. She saw the place where the sculk had begun spreading. She got down on her knees and gently touched the substance. She felt the power, the anger and the sadness these souls that disintegrated into the sculk felt, and she felt it surge into her body, and provide her with power. She had fully embrace the sculk now, she couldn’t take the things happening to her any longer. She slowly undid the overalls and took of her shirt. Ah, yep. That felt better. She could feel the power flowing through her veins much better now. She slowly got up, and took of her hat and threw it away, watching it fall to the ground. The old Shelby was gone now, and she would never come back. Suddenly, she heard footsteps.

“Hey Shelby, I haven’t seen you in some time and I wanted to check oon yyoouu…Shelby?”

Shelby turned around, a manic grin on her face, sculk all over her body, highlights missing from her eyes and a glint in her eyes that would make anybody sure that she was insane.

“Hello Oli,” she crooned. “You’re just in time to witness the marking of my new change.”

And then she pulled out her scythe and lashed out at him.

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Somewhere, locked deep in her mind, the uncorrupted Shelby shook the bars of her sculk cage, tears streaming down her face, being able to do absolutely nothing as this new version of her killed her friend.

#sky actually wrote #i am actualy so happy w/ this #i hope you like it too :]

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pentagonieslut · 1 year ago

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bunny boy dongil and puppy echan invading my thoughts grrr

-🍧

“french fries motherfucker.”

at first you didn’t know the boys were hybrids right? it wasn’t until you whooped dongil’s ass for constantly escaping and eating a hole through your patio screen. you smacked his butt and his head as soon as you caught him, and pressed on his nose roughly. he was only so misbehaved because you hadn’t gone to the store for his fruit cookies he loved and it was irritating you since you had a lot to catch up on. “i told you that after this i’ll go get some! let me send these emails out!” you yelled at him as you put him back in his hut.

as soon as you turned around to go back to the desk, you heard a movement and saw his head sticking out the hut and you quickly smacked him again. “no.”

he jumped out and fell to the ground, you grabbing him again and spanking his butt. “how many times are you wanting to get your ass whooped?!” you shrieked as you have him one final smack that caused him to roar and he became human. “you asshole that hurt!” he yelled back as he fell onto the ground with a thud and rubbed his forehead and butt. your eye twitched as you saw red and leaned closer, smacking his nose instantly and cussing him out. “asshole? that hurt?” you asked in a menacing voice as you continued to smack him and got him to turn around as you continued to whoop his ass until he screamed.

hearing the commotion, changmin ran outside, already in his human form, knowing that he wouldn’t be any use if he was a dog. “oi. dongil!” he said as he got you off of the poor lionhead-flemish giant and held you back. “calm down, master. he didn’t mean it.” changmin said calmly, rubbing your back gently and smiling to himself once he felt you relax.

you looked back at the male and the pained dongil. “get your ass inside. i don’t want the neighbors to come ask so many fucking questions.” you hissed, red slowly fading away.

as soon as you were inside, that’s when it hit you. you blinked as the two males locked the door and stood in front of it in case you decided to kick their asses and try to make them drown outside.

“oh shit. what the hell..y-you’re human..” you breathed as dongil and changmin glanced at each other quickly. “yes we are.” changmin replied as you walked away and sat on the couch.

a few weeks had passed and the two were pretty much living a human lifestyle. you had given up at this point especially after you almost killed the both of them a day after discovery for fucking the house up because they were sick of the shit you bought them. of course, they went back to it. they just mixed it and had accidentally combined both of their foods with yours.

“master. are you sure you’re not hungry?” dongil asked as you nodded. “yeah..” you had replied as you walked past the two and went into your room. you loved the possessive sides of the both of them but sometimes you wanted to have fun without getting interrogated. you had told your friends that your ‘boyfriends’ were overprotective and wouldn’t let you be out for long.

so when the boys said they were going to be watching tv and playing games, you took that opportunity to get yourself ready to hop out the window when it was time.

you slipped your heels on and checked your outfit once more to make sure nothing ripped. your outfit was already extremely spicy and you didn’t want to have it ripped before you showed off in it. you saw the text and opened your window silently, climbing out and shutting it again before running to your friends who had parked a little bit away like you said.

and with that, you were partying and dancing the night away.

by the time you got home, it was 5 and the sun was peeking up in the tiniest way. you smiled to yourself at the success you had as you entered through your window and put your bag down. you weren’t even going to bother. you’d just tell them you were practicing a dance to add to your catalogue. i mean when they were in their animal form, they saw you dance plenty of times and even knew then you were a stripper.

you went into the kitchen and pulled out the orange juice, not caring that your heels clicked against the floor as you walked. “oh so good.” you mumbled as you took a large sip and sighed.

you hadn’t noticed the dog behind you, being in your own world and smiling about the events of last night. you had so much fun you hadn’t bothered to check your phone or post on Instagram. until now. “shit.” you whispered as you saw how many calls and messages the boys had sent.

you felt hands snake around your waist and a heartbeat next to your head. “checking now, hm?” you stilled as you heard the voice speak. you knew he wasn’t wearing anything since he never sleeps with anything— and you could also feel him press up against you. “changmin..” you trailed off. you could never beat the Great Dane, Doberman, rottie mix.

you turned around to be met with one of the biggest of the house and gulped. you’ve never seen him angry and we’re only used to his scary barking and size since he was well, part Great Dane. “h-hi bub. did you need me to go get more treats or something?” you spoke out, picturing his dog form instead of the two burning eyes looking at you.

he picked you up and placed you on the counter, nose moving quickly as he sniffed you and growled. “you went to party. you don’t smell like me or dongil anymore.” he said as you looked away and slowly moved back, trying to escape.

“oh..she doesn’t does she?” dongil said in amusement, causing you to scream. where did he come from?

you cursed yourself. only you would want crossbreeds and large animals. god forbid if one was a tiger. you’d definitely be fucked. “i’ll go shower and wear your clothes, boys. don’t worry.” you said as you tried to keep your cool and started to walk away that turned into a run. you hadn’t liked the way the situation was going nor did you know where the tough side of you went. you had always kicked their ass. animals or human.

as soon as you stripped out of the clothes and buried it deep under one of changmin’s sweatshirts and dongil’s shirt, you breathed in and out. you saw your hand shake and decided to shower to clear your head.

you knew the boys were already in your room and guarding it, as you looked in the bathroom mirror at the door that connect to your room. that’s how it’s been.

you turned the shower on and heard shuffling outside. they moved so they wouldn’t feel like they were invading your bathroom time. “changmin!” you had yelled as you climbed onto the counter and pretended to look scared.

the two males looked at each other and back at the door, as they heard you yell again. “i can guard myself. i’ll be fine.” he said as he nodded to the older; referencing the training they went through.

changmin got up and knocked on the door, slipping inside. he covered his eyes and stared intensely at the floor. “yes. what do you need?” he asked as you pointed to a random spot on the floor. “get the roach!” you said as he moved to look around. he laughed and grabbed a small bunch of toilet paper. of course that’s the only reason why you’d scream for them when you’re preparing to shower. or so he thought.

as soon as he was near the toilet, you spun him around and sat him down, climbing on top of him and straddling. he was surprised as he looked at you, eyebrow raised. “keep quiet. i don’t want dongil to know yet. changmin! the roach is right there!” you had yelled the last part as you sat in his lap and kissed him. his hand found your waist immediately as he got hard and you smiled.

“dongil! bring a towel! hurry up!” you had yelled once again, counting up to ten before the door was opened and the brown headed rabbit had a towel in his hand. he blinked as he saw changmin a bit dazed and you leaning against the counter.

you yanked him in and threw the towel on the empty hook next to the other two, locking the door before slamming him against it and kissing his lips too. you palmed him and licked his jawline, feeling him harden immediately too. you got in the shower and closed the door, giving them a show as the cold water touched your body.

you purposely made it seductive and laughed at the reaction of the two dazed men. you were continuously teasing, eventually stopping and turning around, ass facing them as you pulled out the butt plug you had in you.

you heard the groans and grinned even more. “aren’t you two coming in?” you asked as you blinked and saw dongil in front and changmin behind.

getting on your knees, you took both of their cocks and pumped them before alternating on putting your mouth around them and then both at the same time. you went through your shower routine as you continuously pumped them and even swallowed the first load from them, licking your lips right after. how sweet.

once the three of you got out, you grabbed the jacket one of the rando guys at the club gave you, after drying your body off and leaving your hair to air dry.

the two looked at each other from behind you, annoyance growing on their faces as you exited and snuggled into it. this time they knew you were doing it on purpose and it was making their eyes twitch.

dongil went up to you and yanked your legs, hanging you off the side of the bed. “come here.” he mumbled as he shoved a finger in you immediately, causing you to gasp and moan out loud. “oh— fuck.” you let out as changmin appeared instantaneously and leaned over your face to kiss you before shoving his cock inside your mouth. for a second, you had forgotten the three of you just got out the shower a few minutes ago.

dongil had four digits knuckle deep in you as he moved his tongue up and down and sucked on your clit. changmin was playing with your breasts and cooing softly in your ear how much he loved your face.

the two switched and you were already shaking from all the work they had done in so little time. “don’t cum yet mama. we haven’t even gotten to fuck those aching holes.” dongil said as your eyes widened at him. how could the most innocent looking animal on this earth be so fucking lewd?

you couldn’t hold it in and came as soon as dongil shoved his fingers in with changmin’s. you heard a tiny chorus of “tsks” as you tried to push them away before you realized you wouldn’t be making it to work tonight.

in the flash of an eye, you were flipped around, ass up, dongil underneath, and changmin in the back. you weren’t prepared for how large the two would actually be as you were stretched and both bottomed out. your moans got higher pitched with each push they did to bottom out. oh how they loved it.

dongil started moving and you gripped onto his biceps for support before you collapsed and wouldn’t be able to lift your hips or hold your head up. changmin grabbed your arms and lifted you up, hands around your throat as the two started moving in sync. “don’t look down. you either look at me or him.” he commanded as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt another wave of pleasure hit you from one of their hands rubbing your clit.

you couldn’t focus anymore as you blacked out from all the bliss and only paid attention when they switched positions before taking you one on one.

you cried and shook violently, feeling one’s mouth and another’s finger as they played with you again. you were covered in cum and could barely focus as you felt your legs being held open despite the shaking.

both of them spoke at the same time. “cum.”

you let loose the final whine you had in you as the boys had their mouths on you, collecting everything before laughing. “look at our doll. she’s such a mess.” changmin said before you went black.

you sat up, blinking quickly. you looked around and noticed the torn apart jacket. you also noticed how you were wearing dongil’s favourite shirt and changmin’s boxers.

falling out of the bed, you struggled to get up and walk out for something to eat as you grabbed and clung to the wall. your legs were shaking and you knew you were definitely bruised.

“changmin.” you said gently to the male who was watching tv in his dog form. the sight made you laugh. he padded over and sat in front of you. “that’s not one of my men.” you teased as you struggled past him and placed a hand on his head.

you immediately felt a hand on your arm as you were helped to the couch and you grinned cheekily. “that’s one of them.” he only laughed and went to get you a drink just as dongil hopped in. they really acted like two peas in a pod. “changmin, babe. where’s dongil?” you asked as you stared at the flemish giant in front of you. his nose moved furiously as you laughed again. “i’m sorry. i don’t speak to bad rabbits. why are you out of your hut? did you eat through it again? changmin. fix the hut for me will you?” you teased as he hopped over quickly and his fingers appeared to poke you in the nose.

“there goes my second man.” you grinned as the two rolled their eyes playfully and sat down on the floor in front of you, looking for a movie to watch.

“changmin. dongil.” the two turned back to look at you as you had a slight twinkle in your eye. “why don’t you two just go piece back the jacket that’s on the floor and we can film our own movie? for that poor tiger’s jacket didn’t do anything wrong.” you said as the two snapped to look at each other then back at you.

“you knew?” of course you did. you could tell that he had given a couple other girls the same jacket since they were at the club with you and it had lipstick marks or phone numbers. it was the same way these two did— except they would alternate between their shirts and sweatshirts with you.

you ignored them. “i mean i was going to film a movie with him and this pitbull..” you trailed off as you laughed out loud at how fast you were squished and placed on top of the two’s laps. “okay okay. my legs hurt so either you both morph and i lay on you both, both get cockwarmed, or you both sit on the floor and i get back my precious couch.”

i’m pretty sure you can guess what they chose.

#kpop #dkb #kpop imagine #dkb imagine #dkb smut #dkb echan #dkb d1 #kpop smut #echan smut #d1 smut #echan drabble #d1 drabble #echan #d1 #pentagonieslut drabble #pentagonieslut #pentagonieslut anon <3

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isleofsodora · 1 year ago

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Delve into the Study (ch. 7 au)

A/N : Gah! Almost 3,000 words but I got it done baby!!! So sorry for the long wait on this one guys, but, Edward finally makes his debut! And for you Harry Potter fans, there's a massive reference from the first book near the very end! I hope you enjoy!

Another dawn was approaching over the horizon of Krÿztof village, Thomas was sitting atop his lookout perch of a beam while gazing down at the streets below, his blue cloak fluttered around his legs, yet he kept his exhausted gaze glued to the cobblestone below.

It has been nearly a whole week since Thomas or the other Brotherhood members had seen or heard word about Hannah’s whereabouts, but something seemed to be stirring up in the air that everyone in the village could sense. Over the last few days, unwanted Royal intrusions have begun to spiral out of control, bashing into or invading poor folk homes or huts, yet no one knew the reason why, and if they were to use their tongue they were beaten to the ground.

Thomas sighed as he seated himself down on the wooden support beam, letting his dirty feet dangle over the edge, the young man looked up towards the early morn sky and seen a flock of Gëëslyr’s flying north, Thomas couldn’t help but let a sweet memory cloud his mind, he remembered when he was caring for Percy a few weeks ago, whom had fallen ill with a common head cold and Thomas had went to go fetch some tea for his best friend.

When Thomas had returned back, he heard giggling coming from Percy’s quarters, when the midnight haired boy peeked into Percy’s room, he saw Hannah reading to his sick friend, Thomas watched as Hannah read from the book in her hands, the words danced smoothly from her lips and Percy listened intently, his bright green eyes shimmered in awe; Thomas couldn’t read aloud like what Hannah could.

Thomas felt a smile tugging at his lips and he leaned against the crooked doorway, watching the two mingle and chortle in a heartwarming harmony. Hannah soon finished the chapter she silently closed the book, she glanced over her shoulder and seen Percy sleeping soundly in his bed, the white cloaked girl smiled gently before she blew out the candle resting on the top of an old nightstand.

When Hannah stepped out of Percy’s quarters she accidentally bumped into Thomas, who was standing just outside of the doorway, “oomph! Mind where you’re standing Thomas!” Hannah joked with a grin on her face, though Thomas just grinned mischievously. “I saw you reading to him Hannah,” and narrowed his blue gaze, the young woman gulped and rubbed the back of her neck nervously, “I was just doing him a favor is all,” she replied sheepishly, Thomas chuckled while rolling his eyes playfully, “I know,” he shrugged, “but it was nice of you to do that for him so…thank you for that,” and Thomas flashed her a nervous grin, Hannah smiled back with a faint line of blush on her cheeks.

Some children’s laughter suddenly caught Thomas by surprise, the young man opened his drowsy eyes and seen a pack of kiddies playing in the street below, a lazy smile curled at the corners of Thomas’ lips before loud excited chatter erupted below him. Thomas jumped before he scrambled to his feet, rushing down the awkward steps to see the twins tackling and tussling with a familiar white cloaked figure.

Hannah’s head suddenly popped up from the commotion, her long and beautiful balayage hair seemed to capture every particle of light, Thomas felt his heart thump in his chest before he shook the feeling aside. “Yer finally back Hannah!” The twins squealed excitedly, and the young woman rolled her eyes playfully before rising to her feet, somehow slipping out yet another golden laced sack, the twins leapt up like excited dogs before the young girl dropped the baggage, Ben and Bill both squealed and chattered as they tore it apart, frantic to get the prize of silver pieces hidden inside.

“So, how’s it been going here without me?” Hannah suddenly asked, catching Thomas by surprise, the young man tugged at his cloak before he answered, “well, something is definitely up the Royals asses,” he growled before the twins both scolded him for cursing, “you’re gonna get into trouble!” They taunted and Thomas flashed them a glare, silencing the two tricksters in a single shot.

“Over the last week they keep getting closer and closer to the hideout, me and Ryan have done what we could with leading them away, but that’s not working anymore either,” Thomas sneered, silently cursing the entire royal family. When he looked up, he seen something flicker in Hannah’s eyes before she looked towards one of the many clusters of junk, Thomas glanced over to the twins and made a motion with his fingers, they both left without a word leaving the two older teens alone for the time being.

“Hannah,” Thomas said a bit sternly and seen the white cloaked girl jump, she whipped her gaze back to his, “you need to tell me, you need to tell me who hurt you,” and edged closer, his gaze was serious though Hannah nervously dipped her eyes, “just leave it alone Thomas…” she muttered though Thomas shook his head, “no way! You’re a member of the Brotherhood Hannah, no one hurts one of us and gets away with it!” Thomas pressed further before he gripped onto the girls’ arms, his eyes bled for her to tell him the truth. “Just drop it, Thomas! And let me go!” Hannah protested a bit though Thomas refused to release his grip, “Hannah-“ but he was cut short, “LEAVE IT ALONE THOMAS!!!” Hannah suddenly roared and ripped herself away, glaring with her soft golden brown orbs.

The two stared with a stiff tension in the air, Thomas blinked, shocked by the young woman’s sudden change in tone, Hannah continued to glare before she turned her attention back to the various clutters of junk, “where’s the scroll?” She asked next, Thomas blinked with appalled eyes, he bit his tongue before answering, “s-somewhere over there,” he pointed and the white cloaked girl suddenly went to work, tossing aside various objects and clutter while Thomas still stood off to the side, wondering what possessed her now.

“Did you change at all while I was gone?” Hannah asked while lugging up a huge crate before shoving it aside, her gaze brushed over different items before they landed on a familiar yellowed script. Thomas now twisted a confused brow, “not really? Why? What for?” Thomas peered over Hannah’s shoulder as she blew off some dust that had collected on the strange parchment, “I found someone who could tell us more about this damn thing,” she muttered before gesturing for him to follow, Thomas blinked before he followed the impatient girl.

Ben and Bill were just outside of the Brotherhoods hideaway when Hannah busted out from behind the drawn cloth with Thomas following closely behind, he jerked his chin for the twins to follow as well. Hannah kept her gaze glued straight ahead as she led the boys through the Gallows, but they’d stop occasionally to give a poor soul or kids some silver pieces before going on their way.

“Who’s this guy yer so eager teh see?” Bill asked while Ben walked briskly right on the other side of the white cloaked figure, “I happened to stumble upon this merchant shop a few days, the owners name is Edward, and he’s an ex-adventurer,” Hannah remarked before she rounded a turn, keeping the scroll hidden under her cloak as they passed by a small group of Royals, refusing to make eye contact at all.

As Hannah continued to lead the way the group also came across Percy and Ryan, soon the entire Brotherhood boys all followed behind the young woman, till they came to a stop right outside a rather worn-out looking shop. The group all lowered their hoods as they gazed in wonder, Hannah wrapped her knuckles on the sun touched counter and they all heard someone shuffling inside the room above. “Hold on! Hold on!” An older male voice called, and the young men and woman watched as an older gentleman rushed down a set of squeaky steps, the mans’ long and dark grey hair was tied into a pony while he fidgeted with his workers apron around his waist, his beautiful blue waistcoat peeked out from behind the ugly brown garment.

When the older man lifted his aged gaze he beamed, “oh! Why, hello Hannah!” Edward smiled before he adjusted his round set of glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose, his pale blue eyes then noticed the other young men and he beamed even wider, “and you brought some friends with! How delightful!” Edward chirped before he gestured for the group to enter the shop, “please, do come in! I just put some tea on the stove, and it’ll be ready shortly!” Edward smiled kindly as he guided the small group to a larger room filled with shelf after shelf of books and parchments, the boys all glanced around before seating themselves on the surprisingly nice furniture.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had the pleasure to have this much company! Please do make yourselves comfortable and I’ll fetch the freshly brewed tea!” Edward smiled before excusing himself to the stairwell nearby, the twins then glanced at each other before they started to whisper, “well, he seems polite,” Ben commented, “yeah, a little too polite if ye’ ask me,” though they were roughly shoved by Ryan, who glared with deep blue eyes, “will both of you act descent for once!” The violet cloaked boy scolded; the twins grumbled while crossing their arms with a pout on each of their faces.

Thomas glanced around at the hundreds of books that lined the rich oaken shelves and deep red colored walls, a few lanterns were alight and rested atop a small table located near the corner of the room. Edward then came bustling back into the room with a cute platter of teacups and tea pot, though the boys all began to stare when they noticed that Edward had changed his apron, the bright pink stood out bold and strong with a cute, embroidered heart resting over his bosom.

“So, what are all your names then?” Edward asked politely as he set to work, pouring the scalding hot liquid into separate teacups, carefully handing each Brotherhood member their own separate dish. “I’m Percy!” The chubby young boy suddenly blurted with bright green eyes, “I’m Ryan,” the deep blond bowed his head respectfully before shooting the two twins a glare in warning, “we’re Ben and Bill!” They replied happily though Edward looked between the two with a puzzled look, “I’m Bill!” Said Ben cheekily, “and I’m Ben!” Bill chimed in next, only puzzling poor Edward even more.

Thomas rolled his eyes before he pointed, “please excuse them Edward, those two are always pulling pranks like that!” He said in a displeased tone, “just look at their pierced ears, Ben’s left ear is pierced while Bill’s right ear is pierced,” the twins then wailed in complaint before Edward let out a humored chuckle, “ah, that’s quite alright young man,” Edward replied kindly as he handed Thomas a cup of tea, “and what is your name then?” The dark grey-haired man asked politely, the blue-eyed boy smirked, “I’m Thomas,” he grinned and took the cup of tea from Edwards hands.

“So, you’re the leader of the Brotherhood, yes?” Edward asked so suddenly Thomas nearly spat out his drink, he gave the older man a displeased look before he sighed, “yes,” before he took another sip of tea. “You have nothing to worry about Thomas, Edwards pretty good with keeping secrets~” Hannah piped up and gave the older man a wink, Edward chuckled before he seated himself in a grand leather chair, picking up his own teacup and sipped the piping hot treat.

“What brings you to my shop today my dear Hannah? Were you in the mood for another one of my grand tales?” Edward asked eagerly though he noticed the younger beings all glance at each other with uneasy stares, “n-not today, Edward, we need your help with something,” and Hannah reached into her white cloak, pulling out the yellowed parchment and held it out for Edward to grab, “we need your help with this,” and the balayage girl held her steady gaze.

Edward set down his tea before he leaned over and grasped the scroll, but when his fingers enclosed around the faded yellow his pale blue eyes widened in perplexed awe. The older man held back a gasp, and the others all stared in wonder and confusion, Edward cleared his throat before he stood directly up with a tight smile on his lips, “would you all please follow me to my study?” He asked with a strange tone to his voice, the Brotherhood members all quickly followed behind the silver fox down to the basement, Edward locked the thick wooden door before he lit several candles, and the warm yellow light danced off the room’s walls.

The Brotherhood boys and girl all watched as Edward tediously laid the scroll open upon his huge desk, his eyes were wide with amazement and an eager grin began to stretch across his handsome face, “I’ve only heard tales about this…” Edward muttered as he continued to gaze downwards, the others all exchange looks or glances, “what do you mean Edward?” Percy peeped up while standing alongside of Thomas, the older gentleman looked up with starstruck eyes, “this…this scroll, my dear Percy…it changes everything.” And grinned with amazed eyes.

“Where did you say you got this from again Hannah?” Edward asked in a baffled tone, all eyes then turned towards the girl cloaked in white, the young woman stifled a cough before she looked away, “I-I bought it for a couple silver pieces from a traveling merchant, h-he never told me his name either,” and flashed a shy grin at the older man, Edward shook his head in disbelief before he scanned everyone in the room, stroking his long lock of hair that didn’t get caught in his ponytail.

“Have any of you heard of Mæjįck?” Edward daringly spoke though the younger kids all looked back, confused, and unsure, “Mæjįck? What’s Mæjįck?” Percy asked so innocently, it caused Edward to let out a breathy chuckle, “my apologies, that word is so ancient it has almost been forgotten,” the older man spoke smoothly though there was a quiver of excitement in his voice, “would you all care to hear the tale of how this world came to be?” Edward asked sweetly and everyone’s eyes lit up, “yes!” They all announced joyfully, and the older man grinned delightfully.

“But first, did anything happen the day that you purchased this, Hannah?” Edward asked next and the young girl shrugged, “not really, well…” she trailed off when her eyes locked with Thomas’s, the young man sighed before he spoke, “that scroll did do something to me,” he spoke in a hushed tone, Edward tilted his head with a curious gaze, “did something, like what?” Edward pressed forward, grabbing onto a poking prong for the fireplace resting against his desk, but Thomas was too busy looking away that he never noticed.

“I-it made me glow…a-and it really hurt when I touched it too!” Thomas fretted as he ran his hands through his hair, which sifted silently through his fingers before flopping back into its fluffy appearance. Edward was eerily silent as he came to a stop, Thomas looked back up just in time to see the older man swing the metal poker right for his head, the sky blue-eyed boy felt his heart thump and he threw his hand up, and in that sudden moment the small triangular shapes began to adorn his face and his skin instantly became grey, Thomas felt himself gasp for breath when he caught the poker just inches from his face, the other Brotherhood members all gasped in awe and Edward smiled warmly.

“Aha!” The silver fox gasped, “I finally meet one after such a long, long time,” and he grinned softly, Thomas blinked as he lowered his arm and gazed at his now grey flesh, “now hold on a moment,” Ryan suddenly spoke, “what do you mean by that Edward? Seeing one what?” Although Edward only smiled in return, “what I mean, my dear Ryan, is that this scroll,” and he gestured to his desk behind him, “this scroll is the reason for Thomas’ strange appearance,” but Thomas only shook his head in disbelief, “I’m not getting what you’re trying to say, Edward,” he said rationally, “are you saying that damned scroll changed me into this?! A glowing rock?!” But Edward suddenly laughed, throwing everyone a curve ball.

“No! No! Thomas! I meant that it ‘awoke’ something deep inside of you,” the older man grinned with his glasses shining, the Brotherhood boys and girl all glanced at each other some more, puzzled even more, “Awoke?” Thomas spoke, “awoke what?” He sneered before Edward suddenly clapped his hand over the younger boy’s shoulder, “Thomas,” the silver fox gazed down with gentle eyes, “do you realize what you actually are?” Now Thomas was even more puzzled, “I’m human! I’m human…aren’t I?” And he glanced behind him, Percy gazed back with big green eyes and the others gazed back as well.

Edward remained silent as Thomas licked his lips, “if I’m not human…” he spoke lowly, “then…then what am I?” And he looked up to see Edward beaming proudly, “you’re a Shiâfier Thomas,” but the young man shook his head, not understanding what that strange word even meant, while the other Brotherhood members whispered and muttered in awe. Thomas twisted his face in utter confusion, “I’m…I’m a what?” He uttered before Edward leaned down, his aged eyes peeked over the rim of his round glasses as he stared with an earnest gaze, “you’re a Shiâfier, Thomas.” And he grinned proudly.

#thomas and friends au #thomas the tank engine au #thomas the train au #fantasy au #creative writing #fanfiction

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aforgottenmercenary · 9 months ago

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Fucking exhaustion.

This is what he gets fighting fifty men off in an absolute slaughter. Now his body is tired and he slumps up against a tree. Greatsword warn and bloody, Sword and Axe around the lot in some poor sucker's skull or what has it.

Sleep...he needs sleep...

"Boy! Get up!"

Grandpa?!

Lifting his head up, the man looked around the familiar sight.

A hut, big enough for three to live in, surrounded by small clearings of trees, yet still have some remaining. Standing tall was an man in his late sixties but still built like a well-traveled fighter.

"Listen well boy, today will be training with real swords, so no winning when you get hurt."

Belmont blinked his eyes to ward off sleep before groaning, his voice higher in pitch as he stood a meager four foot four. Was this a memory replaying?

"Grandpa, im only five! Can't we do something more basic?"

Ignoring his words, Grandpa tossed a sheathed sword to him, letting it smack his body and face to make him grab and held tightly upon his person.

"Enough, we're starting now."

With a sigh, Belmont pulled out the sword, finding it too large for him to wield....but he'll try. Grandpa soon draws his weapon and begin to swipe at Belmont, forcing the child to block. He smirked, pulling away and started swinging from the left.

Blocked.

Swinging from the right!

Blocked.

Swinging right again but he fainted his blow, cutting Belmont across his brow hard enough to make his left side bleed profusely and left a scar.

Belmont let out a gasp before it turned into an anguished scream of pain, knocked to the grass floor clutching his head to stop the bleeding and rolling in the grass and dirt and anguish. Grandpa sneered, going to the boy and kicks him.

"Get up boy! You enemies would have killed you by now!"

Belmont grunted, feeling red hot in anger and pain as he got up, grabbing his sword on the way and swinging wildly like it was club than it's intended use.

Grandpa dodged and blocked his attacks, seeing him get more wild and more fierce in his strike. He scuffed seeing just going wild before stepping aside and smacking his back with the flat of his blade.

Belmont damn near was stumbling, fearing he might fall on his sword somehow and get himself killed. Nah, he can't, he want's to teach his old man a lesson no to mess with him. He steady his breathing as he heard his grandpa approached him.

With a bit of an old warcry that inhabited Grandpa, He was trying to aim down at his shoulder but the little bastard got cocky, with Belmont using the reach of his longer blade to duck and swipe at his leg, cutting into his calves to damage his approach.

The old war dog let out a yelp in pain and frustration, seeing this kid get the better of him. He feels that this boy will be a prodigy, but he shouldn't get cocky. In retaliation, he thrust his sword up against his right bicep, puncturing deep before cutting more of his flesh as a good reminder. It wasn't enough to cut his nerves but to scar him, making sure he never forgets.

Belmont cries and screams in pain, dropping his sword on the ground and backing up, tears that welled up when his forehead was cut soon streamed down, grasping tightly at his arm. He kneels to the ground, hunching over as he continues to cry out bloody murder, causing Grandpa to stop his mercenary act and go to his parent role.

From his belt pouch, he pulled out some healing ointment, blessed by some druidic or fey magic to heal a wound instantly. Grandpa knelt beside Belmont to take a load off his foot and rub some of the ointment on his forehead, forcefully lifting him so Belmont could face him.

"Settle down you little shit, you're not gonna die."

a tiny amount on his cut, it began to heal...enough. The rest he plans to do via stitching, thinking that would be the next session after this.

"I won't sugarcoat any of this for you, boy. I am training you to be a sellswords. I won't live for much longer but I want you to learn my skills to survive..."

When Belmont feels the healing ointment work through his body to message and mend his body, he sniffles as he glares at him in fear but shakily nods.

Gasping out, his breathing became eradic, but his vision help with his circumstance,mostly of where he is.

The medic wing? How did he gi-

Huh? A hand? A hand on his? Who- oh...silly question.

Looking beside him, feeling his hand held on by his close partner: Iris. They must of found him and she revived him back to health.

How grateful he is to have her in his life.

"Fuck you old man, i got a cherished companion."

#tw: child abuse #tw: childhood trauma #;mercforhire

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candy-floss-crazy · 11 months ago

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crackspinewornpages · 2 years ago

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Les Misérables 210/365 -Victor Hugo

BOOK EIGHT THE WICKED POOR MAN

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It was winter and the old man and his daughter didn’t show up in Luxemburg gardens (well it is winter) and Marius only wanted to see her face again but couldn’t find her and was now a lost dog. (that in my opinion should be neutered) He was melancholy, why did he follow her, Courfeyrac guessed what his problem was and in September took Marius to a ball to see if he could find his love, but Marius just left the party alone and went home. On one occasion he thought he saw the old man on the street but why is he in working clothes, so Marius tried to follow but lost him.

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Marius was at the Gorbeau house, he didn’t pay attention to the Jondrettes. In February to took to dining again and Bougon complained of the prices these days. (I hear ya) In Rue Saint-Jacques someone bumped into him, two young girls running past, they had escaped the police. Marius picked up a package they dropped, on the way he saw a child’s coffin thinking one thing more terrible than a dead child is one turned to crime, then back to thoughts of how gloomy his life became. (you chose to live like this)

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When going to bed he remembered the package he had, he looked for an address on it and read the letters under different names but the same hand begging for money with different sob stories. (if you don’t get it it’s a nineteenth century Nigerian Prince scam) The next morning a young girl knocked on his room door.

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She looked wretched, dressed in poor clothes, thin and missing teeth, poverty was hard on her, she had a letter for him. It’s from his neighbor, since he paid for their rent, he asks for more money for food. (such a demanding beggar) With the letters he found and now this one he knew his neighbors were in dire straits that he risked his daughters. His daughter is a creature of neither good nor evil, that once out of childhood already had nothing, he let her look around his meager room in amazement. She knows how to read and write, and her father was at Waterloo and they weren't always this destitute, she’s seen him before on the stairs and with Father Mabeuf. Marius gives her her lost letters and she keeps talking about how poor their lives are, once they had to live under a bridge in winter. He gives her five francs and she’s happy they’ll have food and took an old loaf of moldering bread as she left.

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Marius lived five years in poverty but now knew he didn’t know real misery like just now. All youth, honor, modesty, are sinisterly manipulated in seeking resources in a hut of fate that young girl Marius encountered was from those shadows. He almost reproached himself for not noticing them earlier and just automatically paying their rent, he should have done better. (exactly how at one point you only had the clothes on your back and turned down a job with better pay because you wanted more free time) He was so close and didn’t pay attention to those right beside him. Marius scolded himself more than he deserved, (well more like not for the right reasons) He found a hole in the plaster wall and used it as a peep hole to now see what they are like. (do you have any redeeming qualities first you make stupid decisions that lead to poverty then you stalk a girl and now you spy because you want information on this family)

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Cities like forests have caverns for the most wicked creatures to hide, what Marius saw was a hovel worse than his own poverty. There was a framed Napoleon and at the table with a pen and papers sat the scoundrel, he had tobacco to smoke but no bread. (so he’s a selfish bastard that spends what little money they have not on food for his children but indulgencies for himself) The woman was by the fire and the younger sister on a pallet, she was smaller from malnutrition. They drew together in the cold, but their hearts drew apart.

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The eldest daughter ran in to say the gentleman from Saint-Jacques is coming behind her. She doesn’t want to wear her tattered shoes anymore and would rather be barefoot, but she can't go into churches without shoes. He has his wife put out the fire and make their hovel look worse to get more sympathy such as have his daughter hurt herself by breaking a window and his wife pretend to be sick.

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Jondrette worried he did this all for nothing, these charitable men who think they are above them and humiliate them by bringing clothes when he wants money. (we already see you waste it on tobacco) In his rant there was a knock on the door, it was the old man and the girl, the eldest Jondrette daughter stared at her nice clothes. (ok so once again the Thenardiers meet Valjean and Cosette but neither recognize the other because of how time greatly changed their circumstances)

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The old man brought them some clothes, blankets and stockings, Jondrette praised his charity but in a low voice complained there is no money. When asked his gives a fake name of Fabantou, a starving artist. He plays up his youngest daughter’s cut wrist, they may have to amputate and watches the old man's reactions. Their friends won't help, they have no coats, his wife is sick, daughter injured and not one sou. He raised his daughters religiously, won't, have the hussies fall into theatre, (at the time being an actress was a skeevy job) they are virtuous and now they’ll be evicted tomorrow. The old man gave him five francs and Jondrette complained it wasn’t enough as the old man gave him his outer coat and say he’ll come later with sixty francs.

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Marius wasn’t paying attention to anything but the young girl and watched as she left and wanted to follow her but thought for a moment that this sudden move would alarm them. (you think) He waited then descended in haste and chased after the carriage that was a long way off. He called a cab and had it follow, (really a follow that car trope) but with no money to pay it left without him (pff the car leaving without them is the subverted trope) and he returned to his room in despair. He noticed Jondrette in the philanthropist’s coat talking to men of disquieting aspects, one looked like a roamer Courfeyrac warned him about. (these are the four ruffians that were brought up a ten chapters ago)

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nortromthesilencer · 10 months ago

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Feelings can sometimes become a real paradox. Nortrom wasn't bothered by the fact he was resting in the bed of someone whom he had killed earlier the day, but instead was occupied by just how unbothered he was. To be bothered by being unbothered- what a joke. The fact there was no hesitance or second thought to his actions, despite the owner's corpse likely being just outside, fresh and still lying there. Despite it being by his own hands. Despite everything: he still went inside to rest as though it was a non-issue. Although now, that very lack of concern made him question himself.

It wasn't the first time, second, third, or however many times he had found himself using what once belonged to the deceased- the world was harsh and in this kill-or-be-killed existence one made use of whatever they could in times of need. Perhaps it wasn't even the first time he dwelled upon it.

But it was the first time he did so while unraveling every other thought about every other action and every other duty he had come to perform. To scrutinize what would otherwise be pushed aside, neglected, and deliberately avoided. No, come to think about it, this wasn't the first time...

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With the grove now dark and the other man most likely sleeping, a barely heard rustle disturbed the otherwise still grass. Keeping low, the figure crept forward, towards the small-keen he had realized earlier was restrained. Left outside like a neglected dog; how cruel.

Getting closer, an older male voice whispered towards Rizzrack, cautious, "Psst, hey. Quiet, we don't want to wake the other one up." Nearby, but not so close as to be able to make contact, the recognizable figure of the elder druid from earlier, kneeled on the dirt.

"If it wasn't for your protest, your captor would have likely killed me. Thank you. I didn't notice at the time that you were shackled or enslaved. Let me help you."

The pain in his eyes was evident, as was the fear. Just beyond, in the hybrid tent-hut, slept one who had just murdered his brethren. Were that man to awaken--- He had to get this other poor soul out of here, he had to do what he could.

Still perturbed by his own lack of self-control, Nortrom took longer than he should have to notice Rizzrack going through the motions of thought. Taking slow, deliberate, and deep breaths, he again moved to massage his hands; so out of place, so stiff, so awkward feeling.

Watching the Small-keen curl up, he was surprised by the action. Obviously his words, his outburst, actually got through to Rizzrack some how- that in of itself came as a greater shock than any other reaction he had received today.

"Then we shall get some rest. I won't carry you, and I doubt you would want me to drag you either," Nortrom didn't much feel like dragging him either, more for the extra effort it would take than actually caring about scuffing the other up, "I also doubt you would agree to use one of the structures here, despite them now being abandoned. If that's the case, there is a cave nearby we could shelter- though sleeping in a tent that already has blankets would be much easier." Thankfully the group were outside for the most part, meaning finding an empty one without any bodies present to be disturbed, would be easy.

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Doggo

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: a demogorgon and a dog, the same in your eyes

─ warnings: none

1 < 2 > 3

“For God's sake Steve, it's not that complicated to hold a ‘mirror’”

“It is when you're being chased by a killer, even more so when it's the fucking Demogorgon.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the worried mutterings of the boy who was holding up a piece of broken glass so you could get on with your business. What the hell was so important that you had to stand up in the middle of a trial? Well, your eyeliner took precedence over being killed, and since you helped Steve get away from the killer, he was forced to hold the piece of glass for you to finish your makeup.

You had a good defense, your self-esteem could only improve with the eyeliner on, which would mean a better performance in your purposes, basically you guaranteed the escape ten percent more safety and you had faster generators.

“Hurry up, he's on top of us!”

You finished just as a growl was heard, the boy ran ahead of you and you followed him knocking the pallet out of the hut just as the Demogorgon was pouncing to attack, that's why the wooden planks didn't last a second, a chase started though it didn't towards you, apparently the monster had a certain grudge against Steve. You shrugged, jumping towards any nearby generator, with your new state of mind you managed to activate it in a couple of minutes, just enough to return to a chase in which this time you were the prey.

No matter how long you've been here, you'd always get tired of playing cat and mouse very quickly, normally you'd let them hook you, but you promised to help out a little more in the trials so you looked for other options to get rid of the monster without passing him to another one of your mates, the last thing you needed right now is to stress poor Dwight more.

You looked around your stage for something, a rock, a toolbox, a flashlight left on the ground... there was nothing really useful, so at the last moment you grabbed the first thing on the ground, a stick. You waved it to hit it but you miscalculated when you noticed that you only attacked the air, although after that you didn't feel like you were hit, so when you opened your eyes you found the Demogorgon looking ─or so you assumed since he doesn't have eyes─ at the stick, you gasped covering your mouth, holding back small laughs.

You swung the stick back and forth without actually throwing it, this just made the killer sit up, intently following the object you were shaking in the air with his head, needless to say, the result of that game was a complete success, as maybe not for Quentin because he had overslept and got hooked twice in a row in the beginning, but at least Steve, Dwight and you got away with barely a hang up.

There was a bad part of this whole victory, The entity was not very happy with the assassin's performance, knowing that you were behind this beforehand, she decided to give you both a little punishment.

All the survivors were startled when the Demogorgon jumped out of nowhere, knocking you to the ground as he crushed you with his huge body, slobbe dripping from his head or mouth? whatever, the point is that The Entity made him behave more like a canine and aren't the adorable little dogs faithful? Of course, and who was the one who played with a monster from another dimension as if he were a puppy? Yes, you had to play animal shelter caretaker and you wouldn't be upset if it wasn't for how protective he was of his 'owner'.

Did you want to talk to Feng Min about video games? The Demogorgon's claws pulled you away as he growled. Did you want to bet blood points with Ace that Claudette and Jake would end up together? More growling and biting attempts Did you just want to bother Tapp with stupid meme questions about Criminal Minds, Castle, or Hawaii5-0? Don't even think about it, your guard dog had to keep you safe from everyone.

The Entity enjoyed being the winner this time seeing how irritated you were, but the fun was short lived when you decided to take advantage of the situation, it was easier to play pranks on the survivors! Kate has scolded you so many times this week for pretending the Demo attacked you, you gave Dwight and Claudette a mini heart attack for every time you did. It was so much easier to annoy Jake, it was like he had two sphinxes staring at him for a whole day, not to mention Steve's shrill screams, not even Nancy was as uptight as he was, he got a new nickname from you, pussy.

Without a doubt the funniest thing was recording the Demo in a static position while you put dupsted in the background, or when you sometimes mounted on his back and he ran aimlessly, although you discovered that in the fog there were certain hostile creatures, blocked from the camps, but dangerous, you almost died outside of a game, which scared the others a lot, even the Demogorgon because he lived that moment by your side, if it wasn't for him you would surely be dead. No one had ever died outside of a trial, but you doubted the perception of death, you were sure that you would return to the camp as if nothing happened if you ever leave without anyone noticing, something that you are already planning for the future.

Apparently the discovery of something new did not like The Entity very much and decided that the state of the Demo would return to his normal behavior, it ruined some fun for you but you would find another way to spend your time here.

“Maaaan how boring, now I have dependency on a monster that pretended to be a dog.”

You complained, resting your back against a log a little away from the campfire, you closed your eyes trying to relax, but you opened them when you felt something slimy in your hand, you shrank on the spot but quickly recovered when you saw how Demo had left a stick with slobber next to your hand, you eyed it suspiciously silently until he made a gurgling noise to spur you on. You smiled mischievously when you noticed that despite the fact that the killer was initially influenced to behave like a protective canine, now he did it for the pleasure of spending time with you, anyway, the killers' camp was somewhat boring for him, he prefers to play with you.

And speaking of killers... maybe it's time you paid one of your visits.

#dbd #dbd x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #survivorsxreader #killersxreader #teen reader #demogorgon #steve harrington #stranger things #platonic #platonic reader

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