#lord above this fic is so fucking good. what i would give to see it acted out by mads and hugh tho

[unearthedheart]

we couldve had it all😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[lemon-russ]

Part 2 of my stupid Cato fic. The fleas take me, but in a boring way, because no sex here either. apparently I just need him to call me names.

This one is from fem readers POV.

Part 2/ ???

part:: 1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7

Cato Sicarius x F!Reader

CW: Violence, blood, no sex yet but there will be later, Cato being a bully (mildly honestly)

Summary: The ambassador sits in horny jail and Cato is forced to actually do his job.

word count: 1,651

You were pushed onto the floor. Still blindfolded, you felt hard stone under your knees as you fell to them, and heard the squeak of a cell door close behind you. “You’re staying here until we get conformation that your crazy government is backing off.” a soldier said.

Well, today wasn’t going well. And stupid Cato couldn’t do his one job, apparently. You used your shoulder to wiggled the blindfold off your face, mind racing of what you should do now. You did not have any faith your good for nothing bodyguard was actually going to come get you. Though he did stand up for you when you were kicked at least. That was… unexpected. But best not to assume lightning will strike twice and give Cato Sicarius a second instance of empathy, you had to get out of here.

You inspect the cell. Stone on 3 sides, jail bars on the other. Damn, this planet really has nothing but rocks and time to build everything out of stone. You test your cuffs- they feel sturdy, no getting out of them quick. Thinking on all your emergency prep training, you start going through scenarios that could help. No escape points besides the jail bars, no way to break your cuffs or call for help. That leaves endearing yourself to the guards. You can handle that, you hope, your whole job is to endear yourself to people to make them do things for you.

Usually those people don’t see you as the embodiment of a tyrannical coup on their planet, but, you can try at least. The guards stand watch from across the small cell room, scowling at you, weapons drawn. That does not bode well for your chances of befriending them. You take a deep breath, and put on your most harmless, pathetic pout.

“I don’t understand, I thought things were going so well…” You say in your softest voice to them. If they find you cute, maybe they won’t shoot you as fast. People don’t like to shoot cute things. You scoot over to the bars, giving them sad eyes. “What did I do…? Did I offend Chancellor Rolfar…?” You ask sadly.

The guards scowl more. Fuck, maybe this culture sees weakness as annoying and not endearing? You should have researched more on it, but they are so new and you were sure you had the handover in the bag… You sigh, and lean against the bars. One of the guards huffs, walks over, and pushes you back from the bars with a hard push of his foot, knocking you back with a squeak of surprise. “Hey-!” you snap, but he interrupts. “Off the bars, prisoner. No funny business. If we think you’re trying to escape, we’ll shoot you. We don’t need you for the rebellion, you’re just collateral.” he growls out before moving back to his post.

Grumbling and struggling to sit back up with your bound hands, you huff some hair out of your face, glowering at the man who kicked you. Why did Lord Guilliman have to send you with Captain Sicarius of all people? The one person in the galaxy who would side with their enemies in the camp of I don’t actually need you alive, it just would make my life easier for a minute. Sure, Guilliman would chew him out, maybe put him on punitive duties for a while, but in the end nothing would actually happen to Cato if you die here. It was out of his hands, really, even though he was too busy bullying you to pay attention and then he let you walk into a trap.

You scoot back against the stone wall. With nothing to do but think, your mind replays the events that got you here. You were just explaining the supply routes that would be set up when suddenly Cato knocked you to the floor. Before you understood what was happening, he was above you, shielding you with his body and shooting attackers. By the throne, you’d be lying if you said that image didn’t do something for you. Of course, he’s an asshole. But you can’t get that picture out of your head, staring up at him from the floor, him kneeling and curling around you, face a mask of protective rage. You shake your head- no, stop that, don’t get flustered over a man who almost certainly is about to leave you to die here.

He’s probably already on the thunderhawk home, going to apologize to Lord Guilliman about losing his favorite ambassador, oh but don’t worry, he’ll find a better one in a week to replace her, he’ll assure the Primarch. Meanwhile you’ll be rotting here or worse, rotting in the ground. You shudder as the dire nature of the situation sinks in.

Maybe you should go back to thinking about Cato being weirdly protective. OK, you guess it’s not weird, it is his job, and he sucks at it. Which is why it was weird he didn’t just try and handle it with exasperation like normal. No, it was weird. He snapped at that guy who kicked you, and then got you thrown in here because he lost his temper on Chancellor Rolfar. You assume that’s what happened, you were blindfolded, but you got kicked hard, and suddenly people were telling Cato to put the Chancellor down. Your heart felt a little fluttery at the thought of Cato Sicarius of all people being protective of you more than as a job. But like, it was his job. And he was shit at it. So maybe you should deduct some points.

After a while of contemplating, mind bouncing harshly back and forth between mortal dread and maybe Cato is a little hot sometimes but still an ass, you hear a soft creak of the door into the jail. You glance over, and suddenly the guards are screaming, flashes of red and cobalt blue blurring in front of you. You barely even have time to be surprised when a ceramite boot is breaking in your cell door and you’re being carried out like a bag of flour under a large arm.

“You really fuck things up for me, you know that?” Cato says, voice dripping disdain that didn’t quite fit the fact that he was rescuing you. You frown and look up at him. “What- fuck things up for you? you had one job! Keep me alive and un-kidnapped, yet here we are!” You snap. He looks down at you, expression hidden behind his helmet, and then he just drops you flat on the ground.

The air is knocked out of you, sight going white a moment as you hit the stone- this was like the fourth time today, your elbows and knees are going to be wrecked- and before you can process, he is standing over you and yelling. “I’m not a babysitter! I shouldn’t even be here! And because you have no sense, and are so pathetic and soft, I couldn’t get us out without bullets tearing up your fleshy little body- so yes, you are making things very difficult.” He scolds as you sit up, a bit dazed. He taps his helmet. “Ever seen one of these? Why do you go to unknown places unarmored? Not even a flack jacket or helmet? By the holy throne you’re useless-” he goes on.

Without stopping his tirade against your character, clothing choices, intelligence and for some reason your lack of natural bullet-proofing, he picks you back up and carries you like a disobedient child under his arm again. You frown, deeply confused, but happy to not be dying in a cell. You blink a few times, realizing what was happening.

“You actually came for me?” you say in a puzzled tone, looking up at him with a frown. He stops mid word in his beratement, looking at you. “What? Of course I did, it’s my job. What on holy Terra are you talking about, you daft woman?” He snaps back. You look up at his expressionless helmet, then smile a little. “huh.” you say, smiling to yourself and looking back down as he carries you. He scoffs. “What do you mean huh? Did those soldiers finally knock your last brain cell out of your ear you insufferable creature?” He huffs as he kicks open a door and carries you outside.

You shrug. “Just, surprised you came. Maybe you don’t suck as much at your job as I thought.” You say casually. He grumbles, moving you to sit on and arm, holding you upright so he can jog across the rocky dry soil. He pulls off his helmet specifically so he can scowl at you. “What the hell are you on about now? I’m The Cato Sicarius. I don’t suck at anything.” He grumbles, seeming genuinely upset at the implication that he wasn’t perfect. “And Lord Guilliman would have my ass if I just left you. I’m the ultramarine's finest, I don’t disrespect my genefather’s orders so blatantly.” He says almost defensively.

You smile a bit more, looking up at him as he carries you and runs. “Hm.” you say in the same casual tone. He rolls his eyes, mumbling about emperor damned women always talking in riddles as he carries you aboard the thunderhawk and unceremoniously drops you in a seat. You watch as he voxes to the small crew that they needed to go right now. You sit back, rubbing your absolutely demolished elbows, and let your mind wander back to that image of him curled protectively over you. Maybe not as much an asshole, you think, letting a small smile cross your face as you glance over at him. He gives you a dirty look, shaking his head like what are you looking at me for?? Okay, Still definitely an ass, but, maybe a little less of one than you initially thought.

[shehungthemoon]

Just dumping my Ina Paha thoughts here. 🙃

First of all I did NOT know it was the 100th episode going into this, so i was very confused watching the montage at the end lol

I also had to click out and make sure I didn't click the wrong episode when the Pilot started playing at the beginning. When I heard Danny's voice on the phone instead of Hesse's I swear I got whiplash

It's filmed so well (bar where they reshot the pilot where Steve gets Danny on the phone instead of a dead dad, in which they literally forgot to put the same filter over the scene to make the stitching coherent) and I absolutely love the camera work they did with the white-room and the video projections. It felt very much a level above normal network television cinematography, especially the parts where Steve's going in and out of the hallucinations.

Steve finally FINALLY killing Wo-Fat was so cathartic, it should have happened ages ago but I'm willing to look past all the dumb ways he survived just to allow this incredible ending to his story.

Ina Paha gave me Kono doing... this. I owe Grace Park my whole life. Pls costuming department put her in hot pink again 💗

yes, it was a Steve episode. but Danny REALLY shone, first as the only resident Actual Detective figuring out what happened to Steve by the tire-tracks, rampaging through the compound steadily and efficiently and knocking people off without a pause, and then in Steve's mind shooting Hesse's kneecaps off?!?!?! That was CRAZY and probably not suppose to be as hot as it was and definitely made me want an ex-mobster AU immediately. Basically I have a competency kink and really like badass!danny shit 😊

Seeing Chin's long hair again made me swoon

My jaw dropped when I saw Jenna! I think it's really interesting that Steve still thinks of her so much, and I was surprised that she showed up in both the actual dreams and the montage. I definitely underestimated how much she impacted Steve's life, it seems, and I hate that we'll never hear him address that and we'll only know about it inadvertently like this.

(hand over the heart for how lori got like. one team shot. poor girlie.)

⭐I took the montage at the end as being flashbacks and memories that Steve was having as he left the compound. Looking at it through that lens certainly makes one unwell.

Obligatory squeal for Adam appearing just to save the day :))) look below to see the love of my life! :)))))) ⬇⬇⬇

Of course, the obligatory mcdanno bullet(s). It writes itself! The way Danny said Steve's name so small and broken when he found him. The way they look at each other on the ground, the pain their faces. I need an official apology statement from Scott and Alex for it. Can we talk about what flashes by during the montage at the end? (IMO it being Steve's memories.) So much Danny.

The first thing is Danny and Steve's first meeting. Jfc. The showrunners milk it SO MUCH and who's complaining

The big, rocking hug. The hands clasping underground. Gracie of course. And then Danny collapsing from the bioweapon, which to be honest I was NOT expecting to see at all--it felt like a genuinely strange choice to include in there and it really ONLY makes sense if you go along with all that being what Steve's remembering. Even then, I was surprised to see it, so basically this is Hawaii Five-Oh making mcdanno gayer than even I was wanting them to be. Steve still thinks about that? From so long ago? Even with so many other close calls in between then and now? Good fucking lord ok then loverboy that's WILD. Canon accepted ig this show is just pure whump.

Danny goes through all of this just days after losing his brother and killing Reyes. JFC can we please address that. I need a 30k introspection fic to let me into this man's mind rn.

The Wo Fat v.s. Steve fight at the end was INCREDIBLE. I would love to give the choreographer's hand a shake, it's some of the best work I've seen on television in a long time. It was impressive for a procedural like this. It was long and physical and you truly didn't know what the outcome was going to be; it everything that their built-up relationship deserved for a conclusion. It also happening with a Steve coming off of hours of torture and drugging was crazy (guess we finally know who would win a PVP if they were both at full strength!). That being said I was really impressed with Wo Fat's capabilities and physical prowess, I was not expecting it to be so even and close to the line. I actually jumped when Steve LIFTED him up into the lighting fixture. We do not talk about Steve's (Alex's???) raw upper-body strength enough.

Anyway. Electricity in the water play. The physicality hell that this gif below is ⬇. Fire extinguishers and loaded needles. Crazy martial arts. Chair and buckets (holy shit did y'all see the force with which Wo Fat SHOT that bucket?????) flying. All's fair. I loved it.

The shot going right through the forehead, clean. I don't know how to put into words why that's so monumental to me but it is.

The mystery bad lady was SO intriguing, I wish we got more from her... How does she know Wo Fat? Why was she entrusted with all that information on him and Steve and especially Doris? Absolutely where did she come from, what was her name? Why did I have a huge huge hot crush on her? All important questions. (Goes to show that h50 CAN give us some more genuine badass, not just there to date someone women characters, just explicitly choose not to. I'm holding out for Ellie to remain platonic so hard right now.)

Almost forgot Danny in that black Hawaiian shirt. Will be whimpering over that image forever. The whole episode I was trying to focus on the underlining betrayal mystery they were laying out but every time my brain started working too hard Scott with his stupid waist and those flower patterns just started flashing into my head

Again, are you seeing this:

I'm unwell and so so happy.

H50 you're a gem when you want to be.

[popcornforone]

Two faced

A Max Lord Fic

Day 19 of Pedrotober (SDCC Prompt)

Masterlist

If I’m honest when I write the first fic a month ago today, I was like I can do this, & then I realised how much I’d need to write & I was like there’s no way I’ll get to 19, but here we are. So I though sending a DC villain (he’s not though) to comic con would be cool.

Synopsis:- you’ve put effort into your SDCC outfit, Max not so much.

Word count:- 950

Warnings over & above:- promise of oral, descriptive nature, swearing. Shower pleasure.Other than that this is rather tame.

Thanks for the read peoples. I’m genuinely blow away by your likes & shares over the month so far & it’s all down to @alyssamariag & @norththelemon prompt list.

“Babes a little help please” you shout as you come out of the bathroom. “I need this to be zipped up so I can properly go to comic con as Hela from Thor Ragnarok.” Youd spent months & 3 pay cheques on this outfit. That’s even before the price of the tickets & the hotel you are staying in. He booked the hotel, said it would be his treat. You’d been to the gym to make sure you were as trim as possible. You’d even died your hair black & brought an expensive straightener. You were gonna look the part. Your head piece was lying on the bed so you could have the horns.

“Coming sweetie” you hear not looking in his direction. You hold your breath as he zips up the leather from behind you. “You gotta breathe my love otherwise this is gonna keep popping open all day” he says & you sigh & breathe out. He’s right. You might look extrodinary but if that’s the case, what good is it if you pass out. You let it go & suddenly the zip on your outfit doesn’t feel so bad. It fits perfectly.

“Thanks baby” your turn around to smile but then your in shock. “What are you wearing?” Because you had been so preoccupied with your outfit you hadn’t even double checked his. Your disappointed face says it all.

“I’m Harvey Dent” you laugh & shake your head at Maxs answer. “what?”

“Max baby” you sit on the bed as you laugh. “That’s not Harvey Dent, you’ve just picked out your most mob style suit & brushed your hair back. You’ve come as yourself. People are going to think you’ve come to comic con cosplaying as Max Lord business man of the year, not Harvey Dent”

“But I look good…”

“… but it can be better” you say his catchphrase back to him & then lean across the bed & grab your make up pallet.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing” he shrieks as you grab a sponge to start applying some red make up.

“Max trust me”

“I do but”

“No if no buts, do this for me & I’ll give you a blow job every night for the next week” you are not a fan of going down stairs. For special occasions you do it for Max. You see him lick his lips. He loves having the ultimate power over you. Watching your head bob as you take him fully into your mouth. He lets out a little moan just thinking about it.

“Morning, evening?”

“Whenever, please Max,let me make you look the part” he sighs, his mind however is already thinking of how good your mouth will feel on his length.

“Okay” he mumbles & closes his eyes as you start to work your make up magic.

Everyone loved your Hela outfit & everyone really thought Maxs make up was cool at comic con. He did get a few people stop him to ask who he had come from, when he was just side profile without the make up.

“See, ive made my point” you say after the 6th person asks him.

“Okay okay you were right” he says as he leads you into a huge hall & you walk past lots of people, to find your seats in the 3rd row.

“Max why are we here”you say. You had no idea he had got to you hall tickets for a presentation.

“You’ll see” he says as you both sit down. You take your head piece off, it’s not fair on those in the rows behind that their view would be ruined by that’s. They paid for this experience too.

After a few moments the lights go off & up it pops in the screen.

“Holy shit this is hall H isnt it?” You start to shake knowing what it means.

“Yes baby”

You scream in delight, you’re here for the MCU presentation. You don’t care if it ruins yours or his make up you give Max a huge kiss on the cheek.

“How did you sort this out”

“I have my ways” he winks.

Out everyone comes for all the very different film presentations & news, leaving in your opinion the best til last.

“WE LOVE YOU PEDRO!!!!” You stand up & shout along with most of the room as Pedro Pascal is finally revealed as Mr Fantastic, your life complete, this is even more of a big deal in your opinion than Robert coming back to be Doctor Doom. You scream until you run out of air & the scream some more. Max looks up at you, wondering why he’s in love with this crazy woman, but that’s completely why. He loves your obsessions, & love of pop culture & nerdiness. You match his freak & he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You eventually get back to the hotel room after a long day & both flop on the bed & sigh completely spent.

“Ready to do that all again tomorrow Max”

“You betcha” he says. & you giggle.

“Can you help me out of this costume with the zip baby”

“Been waiting for you to say that all day” he says as he slowly unzips it & then starts kissing your bear back as you wriggle out of your costume. “I think we both need a shower to get clean & sort ourselves out”

“You’re right” you reply. “Let’s get all hot & steamy shall we”

“Yes baby”

“& I promise to live up to my promise straight away” he growls as you say that & then leads you to the bathroom. The only noise other than the water filling the air is when he screams as he spills down your throat.

[cyberrat]

84th Batch Of Fics: 14th Fill

Vox/Lucifer/Valentino – Part 3/4 – electrostim; feral; size difference – Lucifer begins to realize just how much of a sway he's got over Vox and Valentino...

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Vox is much shorter than Valentino but still got a good few inches on Lucifer. That means when he straddles the moth demon’s chest to get behind their King, he can curl himself against and over his back, making him feel blanketed by the other.

Vox is gathering Lucifer’s arms up and slowly wrapping them around until Lucifer is basically hugging himself. The action is accompanied by the oddest claustrophobic feeling as his legs are now secured by all four of Valentino’s hands and his arms are held by Vox.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my lord?” Vox croons. He’s finally stopped with that telemarketer voice and that makes this so much better as he slowly fucks two electric cocks up against Lucifer’s spine. They’re hot and sparking and making his nerve endings feel tingly and overworked within moments.

“It’s a… it’s a good start.” It’s difficult to get out anything when Valentino keeps stuffing him with tongue. At this point it is impossible to say whether he is feeding even more of it into him or whether he is simply starting to fuck Lucifer on that long, slippery muscle. Regardless, it feels like it is never ending; like Valentino keeps pushing and pushing and pushing more tongue into Lucifer until his stomach bulges and his intestines are writhing to the rhythm of whatever song might be playing in Valentino’s head as he fucks his King.

Above him, Lucifer feels Vox’ head jerk briefly on a little glitch, his sharp claws digging into Lucifer’s skin just so very shy of drawing blood.

“A start,” he echoes, a growl-like trill having entered his voice. “I see… I see… well, what would you call this, then?”

He lets go of Lucifer with one hand and reaches down. Lucifer watches, his breath hitching as he sees him wrap his sharp talons around his sensitive cock. He stares at his own dick flexing eagerly in the grip, the dumb thing not aware that one wrong motion would be painful indeed.

But Vox does not seem all that bothered about the prospect. His thumb slowly slides along the shaft, letting Lucifer watch as he playfully presses against one swollen vein, then slides back up and poises the very tip of his claw against Lucifer’s piss slit.

Lucifer holds his breath, his mouth going slack as he stares. He tries to will Valentino’s tongue to stop moving but it’s as if the other demon is sensing his slowly mounting distress and just fucks him harder as a result. The liquid heat pooling in Lucifer’s hips is overpowering. It makes him want to try and buck down and up and just… just move to get those jitters out of his system but damn if that claw at his dick isn’t keeping him as still as a statue.

“Watch,” Vox’ voice croons at him. There’s a gust of air expelled from gill-like ventilation slits at the other’s neck that tickles over Lucifer’s skin. It’s warm and soft and so different to the sensation further down as suddenly Vox lets a little electric spark fly.

Lucifer’s eyes widen, his body having trouble comprehending the sensation he is feeling for a second or two before his nerve endings explode into the oddest mixture of pain and pleasure. He cries out, one arm pulling out of Vox’ grasp and shooting down to grip the other’s wrist; but he stops himself before he completely pulls Vox’ arm away.

“That… that is fun,” he gasps, eyes fixed on the sight of the claws on his cock. “That is fun!” He repeats, mouth slowly stretching into a grin that shows off every razor sharp fang.

“Hmn. Glad you think so. I got a lot more where that came from.”

He gives him another little zap that Lucifer is better prepared for this time. He bucks up into it, a throaty groan accompanying the motion.

It’s then that Valentino seems to decide that there is too little attention on him. He slowly slides his long tongue out of Lucifer and gives his swollen balls a parting lick.

“Oh, are we showing our little party tricks?” he croons. He’s nuzzling against the cock hanging into his face, one eye closed so Lucifer’s pre-cum wouldn’t drip into it, the other heavy lidded as he stares up at him. ���I got many more you yet have to see, your majesty.”

Against his spine, Vox’ double cock’s flex hard enough that they gently slap his skin and leave behind streaks of moisture.

“Now, now, Val. Don’t be pushy. Let him decide who he wants to play with first. He’s got good taste, after all.”

Lucifer’s skin breaks out in goosebumps as he realizes that he is in the rather enviable position of being fought over by two handsome demons. Two demons that would trip over themselves in their eagerness to make any and every dream of his come true.

Oh… oh how wonderful.

.o.

His first order is for them to play with each other. He lies down on his side, the upper leg unselfconsciously lifted to show off as he slowly fists his cock to the sight of the other two demons fucking.

There’s a bit of hesitation there, but apparently not one out of unfamiliarity with each other’s bodies. Valentino’s grips on Vox are sure and firm, pulling him beneath his body as Vox squirms and vaguely fights against it.

Apparently they simply don’t want to appear too submissive in front of Lucifer which is… understandable and kind of a turn-on, surprisingly enough. His arousal, somewhat dimmed as he had gotten himself into position, roars back to life full force as he watches the two idiots squabble with each other.

He can’t call them himbos, per se – Vox is too intelligent for that – but they still give off that energy as they hiss and bite at each other, trying to push the other down and quite literally get a leg up on him.

Vox fights viciously without care whether his sharp claws slash bloody gashes into Valentino’s skin – but he’s got nothing on Valentino’s sheer height advantage and four strong arms that appear to be everywhere at once.

Lucifer’s mouth opens slightly as he begins to pant, sweat prickling across his body watching Valentino wrestle Vox onto his front, a huge grin splitting his face yet again. His tongue snakes out between his razor sharp teeth and tickles the back of Vox’ vulnerable neck as he spreads out his wings.

It’s a beautiful sight in its own right, especially when he pushes into Vox’ body and gets him to sing. All staticky and growling like a beast, but… Lucifer exhales roughly, his fist curling tighter around his cock.

He needs them. Both of them. He wants to be sandwiched between their bodies and feel them try to crush him into dust as they fill him up and up and up. He wants them to fill him until there is no more space for anything else. Sadness, doubts, depression.

He just wants them to be dumb and eager and fuck him up.

“Stop,” he croaks. They freeze in their movements, two heads swiveling to stare at him with glowing, half-feral eyes. “Enough. Now pay attention to me.”

For a moment it looks like they will not listen. Like they don’t even understand what he is saying.

But then they start to move toward him. Two rabid animals intent on picking him apart.

[dearanakin]

🐥

Hi darling!! Thank you soooo much for the soft biker!Eddie fic, that’s exactly what I was imagining 💖💖

I cant help but feel so soft at the fact that Eddie would definitely take whatever is important to you seriously (school, your career, etc) but he would always always find a way to make you laugh and feel loved amidst all the stress and potential chaos. And the fact that he could match you intellectually and in weirdness so you can talk about anything and everything under the sun and never get bored.

Like just imagine the late night talks you could have as he lays next to you in your bed, it’s 2AM and your parents dont even know he snuck in through your window - like that just????? Makes me 💖💖💖💖 if that makes sense 🥹

Thank you so much again, I really appreciate your efforts luvie and I wish you a beautiful start to the week 💕💗💕💗💕💗💕 (I hope this is correct fingers crossed 🤞🏼 but)

espero que tenha um dia lindo ☀️

Hiii!! That's so sweet of you and yes it's correct, I hope you have a beautiful day as well!! ♥♥♥ Thank you so much for always spending time reading my ramblings and always requesting a new one!! Did you say intellectual and weird? But also, nerdy. Because he's so nerdy it's too cute!!

Warning: Fluff and that's about it. Word count: 1.1k

It was only a few minutes past midnight, and you were sitting on your bed reading a book. You had a long day at school, and it was Friday. You spent the night with your friends and Eddie.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, your heart fluttered, and your cheeks flushed hard. 

It's been only a few weeks since you started seeing each other, and it's been great. He's been really good to you, he liked how you were so interested in anything. He feels so fascinated about you, it's ridiculous. He likes to take care of you and listen to you intently.

Eddie parked his van a block away from your house, so he wouldn't look suspicious. If anything, he would definitely be seen as a murderer or a robber in action. He climbed the trellis to the balcony and slightly snuck into the window, watching as you were peacefully reading your book. 

He tapped a few times on the balcony door, and the sound made you snap out of your distraction. He was crouching on the floor, holding a playful grin on his face. His wavy hair was kind of messy and his bangs were falling over his eyes. 

You chuckled at the sight, he would sneak into your bedroom every once in a while. Walking up slowly to the window, you open the balcony door.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” You whispered, a smile still playing on your lips.

He made his way inside your bedroom and quickly cupped your face, giving you a soft kiss. 

He tasted like mint toothpaste, and it felt like heaven for you. His growing beard tickled your chin. 

He shrugged his shoulders. “Been missing you already” He said simply, spreading kisses over your jawline and your neck. “But also, I made a discovery.”

“Yeah? And what is it?” You ask as you walk backward, stumbling over your bed, and falling into the mattress. He leaned his body above yours.

“I found out you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in this world” His lips rubbed your soft skin, sending shivers through your body. 

You let out a muffled laugh. So fucking cute. 

Your mouth found his in a tender moment, tongues barely touching. He was being too soft on you. 

“Oh Eddie, you are so sweet, aren't you?”

“That's what they say” He jokes, while resting his chin on your chest. You tangle a few strands of his hair between your fingers, playing with them.

Eddie reaches over for your book, looking at the cover. “What's this about?”

“Oh, it's like a drama story with a mix of thriller” You explain, while he skimmed through the book, careful to not miss the page you were on. 

“Boring. You know which story is cool?” He taunts. You raise a brow out of curiosity. “The Lord of the Rings!” 

“You're saying the book of a Wizard and the Elves is more fun than this?” You ask, his face slowly turning into a scrunch. 

“Baby… They’re Hobbits” He explains, sitting up straight before leaning down next to you, fixing your pillow under his head. 

“Is there a difference?” You know you’re only mocking him, even though you didn’t care enough to know if they were elves or not. He places both hands under his head, crossing his legs. 

He makes himself comfortable after taking his shoes off.

“So, uh, a Hobbit is a mortal Halfling inhabitant of Middle Earth, whereas an Elf is an immortal tall warrior” Eddie states, and you hum in agreement. 

“Okay, so. Which one is more relevant? Wouldn’t it be better if they were elves and not Hobbits?” You watch him lay on his side, looking at you. “I mean, they’re immortal and taller.”

“That’s exactly the point, baby. There are elves and Hobbits in the story. Legolas is an elf, and Frodo is a Hobbit. They both have their qualities, but an Elf’s life is duller. And the Hobbits get to live in The Shire” His tone is gentle while explaining such a random subject to you.

But that is what you really loved about being around him. 

Your face turned into a confused one. “The Shire? What kinda place is that?”

Eddie softly chuckles and drops his left arm around your waist. “It's a small but beautiful, green rolling, forested and fruitful land. I think we would’ve loved to live there.”

You could spend the entire night talking to him like that. 

“Would you like to be a Hobbit?” You asked him, rolling your body to be face to face with him. 

Smiling, he shrugs his shoulders. “Only if I got to have my regular-size dick.” 

You almost choked on your spit from laughing too hard, covering your mouth, so your parents wouldn’t listen to you. You slapped him on his chest and he laughed along with you. 

“God, Eddie. My parents are going to kill me if they see you here.”

He was still chuckling at his own joke. “What? You asked me and I gave you my answer. What would I do with a dick the size of a small pickle?”

You hold back a snort, trying to not laugh at his words. “You are the worst.”

He wraps his arm around your neck, bringing you closer to him. He smells like soap and shampoo. 

“Who do you like the most, Legolas or Frodo?” You ask, your head is still leaned over his chest. 

Eddie thinks for a few seconds before sharing his preference. “You” The metalhead pinches your nose carefully, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. 

You roll your eyes at the corny response. It’s too adorable, but also provocative. “I’m being serious, you nerd.”

“Uh, I’d have to think about it. Deep inside I like both, I like that Legolas can fight. But Frodo is good and wise, and I dig that about him.” 

“So, I’m more like Frodo” You state, pinching his nose back, and he smiles at you. 

“You’re definitely like him. Too wise and too good for this world, princess” He agrees, bringing your lips to find his halfway. 

You spent the next couple of hours debating which Hobbit was better, and you learned a lot about Gandalf as well. You weren’t the biggest fan of fantasy, but the way Eddie always seemed to be deep into his thoughts when he explained things was too sweet. 

He always finds a way to make you laugh when you’re nervous, or worried. He’s weird in such a good way, it actually aches your heart, because you like him too much. 

And honestly, just spending time snuggling around his arms, listening to him speak, was enough for you. 

[axailslink]

You gone let her wear that?

With all of the characters I write for starting with...

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Riri watches as you look in the mirror at your fit it's the tiniest clothes you own your crop is tight against your breasts and your jeans are tighter hugging your ass perfectly. Your crop is cut off right below the tiddies you can't reach up or you're giving the whole world a full view of the goodies. One of Riri's friends notices this and mumbles "so you just gone let her wear that?" Riri looks over at you and shrugs "I'm five foot one and she could rock my shit real smooth so yeah she got all the free range plus I'm not her daddy" "our neighbors would beg to differ" you mumble but Riri catches your words and smiles to herself.

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Not many people are aware of your relationship with Rosalie but your brother is very aware and always finds something to comment on. Today's topic is that your dress is too showy. "Rose, how can you let your woman just walk around showing everything? Her legs and bosom are just in plain view what if some man decides to just snatch her up?" Rosalie looks up from her book and places her pen inside it before answering. "As you said, MY woman. She's my woman so I needn't worry about some man who could barely afford the shoes she has on her feet." You smile to yourself as your brother glances at your heels. "No other man nor woman could afford her likes and needs. I won't have that problem. However, you should check on your woman." Damn you can't help but smile to yourself that woman just gets so much finer when she speaks.

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

You pull on your tiny shorts and kiss Jamie she smiles at you and shakes her head "damn you're really something." Leanne watches you both with pure disgust written all over her face "she's dressed like a slut and she's going to leave like that...you're going to let her leave like that?" Jamie nods "yes she can dress however she wants I'm no fucking cop I'm not going to hell her what she can and can't wear." Jamie rolls her eyes and plants a soft kiss on your cheek "like what the fuck?"

Vivienne Scott (Scotty) x poc FEM reader

Scotty gets dressed for work as you get dressed too and she's watching as you keep pulling on clothes and then taking them off not satisfied with the finished product. Dean watches you both struggle to pick out your outfits for the day and he notices how your clothes are barely covering anything. "Goodness gracious Y/n do you own anything for the winter season? Scotty, she just walks around half clothes all the time?" Scotty slowly looks up from her dresser "I hadn't noticed but if that's what she wants to wear I have no problem with it... Now that you say that who else sees you every day?" Oh good Lord, you sigh "Scotty don't do that whole obsessed thing damn it Dean now she's going to be stalking every person that looks in my direction. Dean shrugs "she should be you're practically dressed in your underwear." You pull on a hoodie and grab Scotty by her face "don't worry you have nothing to be upset about ignore Dean he's being a dick because he can't get no dick."

Shuri Udaku x poc FEM reader

Everyone's quick to take notice of your clothing but only one person speaks about your clothing. Okoye gently nudges Shuri "princess are you aware of what your partner is wearing?" Shuri nods as she recharges her gauntlets with more vibranium "yes my girlfriend is wearing a skirt that's a bit above mid-thigh and her shirt is skin tight." Okoye blinks expecting her to say more but she doesn't because she doesn't feel the need to. Okoye gawks at your clothing "so you're going to let her leave like that?" Shuri looks up at Okoye "yes I'll never tell her what she can and can't do she'll try to fight me. Even though I'd surely win I don't want to test how much she cares about my life when it comes to her clothing choice."

A/n: I like doing little bunched fics like this

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[gorgeousundertow]

First Line Analysis

Rules: post the first lines of up to 10 of your last fics/chapters posted on AO3 or your WIPs and try to draw some conclusions.

Thank you to @ackackh for tagging me! I'm going to go in reverse order to see if I can learn something about the growth of my writing (or maybe the reverse, lol)

10. Richard Winters finished his letter, but hesitated over how to sign it. (From He That Shall Live This Day, and See Old Age)

I'm happy with this. It's short, but it invites the reader in; something is going on in Dick's mind, something he feels uncertain about, and since this is fandom, we already know this character so rarely feels uncertain.

9. Dear Mom & Dad, You'll be glad to know that Officer Candidate School is going to be a lot more pleasant than Basic Training was, or is looks like it so far, anyway. (From From This Day To The Ending of the World)

This one is more challenging, because it's an epistolary story, and, well, I just don't think Dick would be that good a writer. He would be straightforward and a little stiff, which felt true to voice but also frustrating sometimes (which was the joy of that fic). That said, we know he's at OCS, so we know where in the timeline we are, and we know who he meets at OCS, and that's fun too. (It's a little hilarious that these both start with letters. Sensing a theme).

8. Thornton: Thanks for coming in today, Captain Speirs. Speirs: I wasn't aware I had a choice. (From The Berlin Dossier)

Okay, I cheated, because the first lines of this fic are actually from Speirs' OSS file, but this is the first dialogue. This is another story told entirely in found documents, with some OCs. I guess this works okay? It establishes Speirs' cool discomfort with the situation.

7. Brad bought a ticket off of a scalper for way too much money and wondered what the fuck he was doing. (From Serpentine)

I loooooove this first line. It establishes place (well, not Iraq) and Brad never doesn't know what he's doing, so something is clearly going on. Plus it just feels very Brad.

6. Gunnery Sergeant Mike Wynn sat in his humvee and tried to think about what his wife was doing right now. (From Wall of Calm)

I don't love this as much. It establishes place and mood, but it doesn't invite me in the way the last one did.

5. CO. Col. Lt. Billy Turner. West Point. Demands fawning attention. Shouts. 3/10. (From Don't Give it a Hand, Offer it a Soul)

*cries.* Okay, so what this tells me is I need to stop writing epistolary fics. (Just kidding, I never will). But, er, they don't make for the best opening sentences.

4. Brad stood with his back straight and his eyes forward, his hands clasped behind his back in as convincing a position of penitence as he could manage, and tried to remember why he’d decided to become a cop. From The Burden of Tomorrow

At least it's a complete sentence? This isn't my favorite, either, although I guess it does what I needed it to do, which is establish the universe: Brad is a cop.

3. Dick Winters was not a lord, but he wasn’t a servant, either, not precisely. (From an in-process Ever After AU)

Same as above - it's just about establishing the universe. Utilitarian, 4/10

2. Upon reflection, it was stupid to show up for an interview as an office manager for a mid-level law firm in a three-thousand dollar suit. (From an in-process ArthurEames Inception fic)

Yay, back on my game! This is another line I love because whatttttt is going on. (The next line reveals that it is Arthur who has done this, but of course it is, in Inception only Arthur wears clothes worth $3k). It tells us that Arthur has left dreamshare and it's Not Going Very Well, which raises a lot of questions and invites the reader to keep going.

Alfie tucks his spectacles in his vest and frowns at the door; on the other side of it is Tommy Shelby, patiently awaiting his retaliation for being a bloody-minded prick. (From an in-process Tommy Shelby/Alfie Solomons Peaky Blinders fic)

I literally just wrote this ten seconds ago, because this fic is loosely mapped but entirely unwritten. So I didn't spend a lot of time on it, but I wanted to establish the power dynamics right off the bat - because that is what this fic is going to be about. I might play with it...but it's clear that Tommy's in trouble, but he's also still very much Tommy Fucking Shelby. Plus I just love Alfie's spectacles and will talk about them for hours.

My takeaways...judging from a first sentence is hard. First sentences have a lot to do, but so far as I'm concerned their jobs are these:

-ask the reader if they want to read more

-establish whose POV we're in

-establish the universe/what's going on (at least a little bit)

I think I'm consistently good about the last two...and need to work on the first one. :(

Tagging @blood-mocha-latte @mercurygray @nanuk-dain @noneedtoamputate @almost-a-class-act and anyone else who wants to put themself through this painful process

[melis-writes]

Hi, I had watched the movie Carlito’s Way a long while ago and became absolutely obsessed with him. So I came to tumblr in search of something to soothe the absolute hunger I have for him. And I had ended up being pretty disappointed because there really wasn’t anything on here for him except for the two fanfics you posted. And lord.. when I read them, I lost my shit.😭

Your writing is fucking amazing, literally a work of art. I was so deviously down bad that I was coming back to reread your fics almost every single day. Like I quite literally couldn’t get through my bad without reading your Carlito fanfics. So, I hope you don’t mind me sending in a couple of requests.🫶(because I’m a filthy little slut for Carlito and you are the only person who can perfectly fulfill by sinful thirst for this man.) also sorry if this is a lil too explicit if I make you uncomfortable or anything you can just ignore this message entirely and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.

So imagine, Carlito is sitting at his desk quietly. Trying desperately to focus on the paperwork in-front of him. Trying to focus on anything but you and how your cunt was squeezing him so fucking tightly. He feels you, sees you. Squirming impatiently, legs shaking, nails digging into the soft silk robe he bought that you had wrapped around your beautiful body, god- and how absolutely fucking wet you were. His cock was telling him to take you right there. Throw you over the desk and fuck you like the slut you were. He could only imagine how it would feel to grab you by the hair, manhandle you, and drag his cock in and out of you. He couldn’t just sit here, especially when you felt so good warning his cock. He was supposed to be punishing you for christ sake. But when he was around you all of his resolve seemed to disappear in an instant.

Yea I tried.😭 in short I just need you to hook me up. Im just desperate. You literally don't even have to do what I asked. You could feed me pig food and I would eat it. I just need a filthy Carlitos smut fic. I'm dying without one. But yea, sorry if this is too much and again If your not comfortable you can ignore this entire message. But I just need some Carlito right now. 🙁

I hope your doing well, have a nice (night/day/evening) bye - your #1 fan ❤️❤️

Omg hello Mrs. Brigante!! 😍😍 Wow, honestly this ask/prompt request surprised and blew me away in the best way possible. I don’t blame you with the Carlito obsession, honestly! 😅❤️ I don’t see much of it though and Carlito is so underrated!! I was super happy to write a whole oneshot fic for him but even with my prompts open for smut and non-smut Carlito x Reader, I’ve probably only received like 1-2 ever. I love to hear that you enjoyed my work for Carlito!! 🥺 They were a blast to write. You’re so sweet!! Thank you for the compliments and love, honestly it made my whole day! I’m always open to more requests, I just wish I had all the time in the world to just sit down and write all of them but I definitely promise to get to them one by one! I love this sexy, smutty prompt idea and it’s in no way making me uncomfortable or something I wouldn’t write, so I’d be happy to post it here for ya. 🥵

‘$75,000 and I’m out. Just that, then I’m gone. Me and my girl…’ Carlito’s eyes trail over the sprawled out paperwork upon his desk, eager to distract himself from numbers and legal paperwork for his nightclub.

‘Off to paradise…’ Carlito’s eyes gaze over at the sunny artwork of the Bahamas hanging just above the door to his office.

Carlito lets out a deep sigh to himself, squeezing his eyes shut. The pen in Carlito’s hand drops onto the stack of paperwork before him, but he can’t possibly care less. Carlito can hardly focus on anything except the thought of you now.

Without even realizing it, Carlito clenches his hand tightly enough that his knuckles strain white, yet he almost wants to give into the thought of you lingering in his mind all day instead of doing anything else.

To sit in his office and try to focus on doing something productive when Carlito fucked you over his desk just the other night is simply an impossibility to him.

The thought and memory of you alone instantly arouses Carlito to no avail, and his mind easily wanders to every heated fuck session he’s had with you in his office and how he wishes he’d rather be taking you again.

Just last night you came into Carlito’s office and distracted him from his paperwork, but Carlito can hardly remember what he was doing before you came in.

All Carlito thinks of now is how your body felt against his—pressed up with not an inch of space between the two of you; his hands groping over your ass and fondling your breasts through your silk robe down to the shape of your body and how he caressed every inch of your hot skin ten times over all while reminding you who you belonged to, answering Carlito to who your pussy belongs to as your hips bounced back over his cock.

Thinking about the way your tight heat contracted with every thrust and convulsed in orgasm over Carlito’s cock, squeezing and letting your pussy’s wetness ooze down his shaft instantly gives Carlito a growing, insistent erection.

“Fuck,” Carlito mutters to himself as he leans back in his seat—practically being able to feel you on him all over again with how vivid his memory is; how he craves and yearns for every inch of you again and again.

Your hips pressed up against his, grinding up and down Carlito’s erection just begging for him to manhandle you and pin you down to his desk—take you right there and then.

Carlito barely had the patience through the heat of the moment to get you naked first, tugging and clutching onto the plush, silk robe that adorned your body and night after night that Carlito was used to throwing off of you.

Carlito slowly moves his hand off his desk and down to his belt, pausing for a moment to indulge further into the fantasy and thought of you further.

You teased Carlito last night with little breathy whimpers, begging him to touch you, revealing you had no panties on underneath your robe and how desperate you were to be fucked until your legs quivered uncontrollably and you were a cum filled mess, squirming on Carlito’s desk.

Carlito’s lips hunger to kiss over your beautiful body; around the outline of your jaw and over your collarbones.

Licking and suckling to leave little love marks while his hands squeezed and spanked your ass until your skin was glowing pink and all you could do was squirm in Carlito’s arms.

From how aroused you were, your pussy drenched Carlito’s cock with every thrust you were eager to take to feel every inch of his thickness.

Carlito’s cock was pulsating, demanding to take you and fuck you in every way possible; you wanted Carlito make you his little whore, his own personal slut more than ever.

Carlito knows he’s never going to get enough of that. Only now he can continue to imagine himself pulling on your hair and pinning you against his desk again to fuck you from behind like a dirty slut—thrusting as fast and sloppy as he could.

Just as only you can satisfy every desire and burning, sinful passion Carlito has for you, it’s the same vice versa.

Carlito has you ensnared in a web of lust—the only man who can please you to the heights of absolute ecstasy and then more.

Any other time, Carlito would have already left his office and have you wrapped around his finger, but punishing you will have no meaning if he gives in just like that first.

Carlito’s eyes open as he looks towards the door of his office, knowing you’re downstairs dressed in that lacy satin lingerie set he bought for you.

It doesn’t matter how he feels now or away from you; you bring a relief and sense of serenity to Carlito from the very moment he steps into your presence.

He can never hold a grudge against you, he’d never want to—not to the woman of his life and dreams.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Honest - a Malevolent fic

Hastur knows Larson is a problem. He also knows, thanks to Kayne, he is constrained in how to handle him.

Fortunately, Hastur has dealt with this kind of man before. It's time to give Wallace Larson some... new motivation.

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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Almost through another breakfast, almost ready for court, for listening, for trying again to put the pieces together in a way that made sense, and—

“Wallace Larson.”

Larson froze with his fork halfway to his mouth. He had not gotten used to the god’s voice (or to any of them, these beings with the enviable power to squash humans like gnats). He’d bided his time, been polite, put up with disrespect from the unworthy, and still wasn’t prepared to be addressed.

The nasty, spicy thing on his fork fell to the plate with a splat (that girl had horrible taste in food), and he cleared his throat and ran his tongue over his teeth to be sure nothing stuck there before speaking. “Yes, my lord?”

“Walk with me,” rumbled the eons-old being, his robe gleaming too brightly to clearly see, everything around him warping with power like summer air above a hot road. And he left the table.

Larson ignored the looks the others gave him as he left (well-aware it was the fucking Prince in Yellow who glared through those eyes) and followed.

So complicated, that whole thing. He’d believed Yellow—that John did not exist. Well, guess what? Guess the fuck what, Yellow? Wrong again.

The god kept his pace to Larson’s, which was appreciated; running wouldn’t be dignified, and he was being seen with the Lord of Carcosa. This was important. Back straight, chin raised, he strode with purpose as if he knew where they were going.

He didn’t know, though, and was surprised to find they were going to a balcony.

It was wide enough for the god’s bulk, overlooking the water gardens. They both entered, and the King sealed the door behind them.

Oh. A private conversation. Oh.

Larson swallowed around the thickening fear in his throat and knelt. “My lord, what would you have of me?”

“Honesty.”

Eh?

That could mean a million things, and none of them were good. “Of course, my lord, oh great one, oh Dweller in the De—”

“No.” One tentacle lifted Larson’s chin, and this was a grip. It wasn’t hurting him, but the threat was clear. “No masks. No pretty words. No hidden thoughts and cleverness. I want complete honesty, Wallace, and this is your only remaining chance to give it.”

This had gone from zero to sixty really damn fast. The buzz of adrenaline slid under his skin as his heart sped up. “What? I… of course, I…”

The sigh was heavy and not good, and the King did not let go. “I understand you, Wallace Larson. Perhaps you think I don’t? Perhaps whatever beings you dealt with before didn’t care if you lied, but I do. I’m disappointed you didn’t come forward on your own, Wallace. Did you think I wouldn’t recognize the chant your people were using when Yellow was taken from you?”

Oh, fuck.

Larson went stiff as a board.

So this was terror (and not too dissimilar to the first time he summoned something horrid). That fucking piece of a god had remembered the chant, and Larson was caught.

He’d thought, after so much time passed, that maybe he’d gotten away with it. No. The god was going to destroy him. It was over. He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t fight.

He didn’t want to suffer. His eyes watered, his mouth worked, but nothing came out.

“You have no answer?” said the god of this place, sounding amused. “I will remind you that while I have to keep you, I don’t have to keep you well.”

Skinned. On fire. Broken. Worse. Whatever had been done to Arthur Lester.

Larson’s breath came fast. No masks. No pretty words. Was it an out? Was it just wanting him to dance for amusement before the pain began? “I… I didn’t realize he’d remember it, sir.”

“Better. But you can do better still.” The King still hadn’t let go, hadn’t permitted a loss of eye contact.

What did he want, a fucking confession?

Maybe he did. And maybe if he got it, and Larson kept giving it, the torture would be delayed. “I…” Larson’s throat tightened. “Yes. I was going to use him to achieve my goal. To trade him for my own deification.”

“There. Was that so hard?” The King did not release Larson’s face.

Well, if he wanted honesty… “Of course it was,” Larson said, desperately clinging to the rope he’d been thrown. “I didn’t want you to know. I thought you’d punish me for it. What are you gonna do to me now?”

“That depends on what you do next.”

This was hell. The tension. The horrible anticipation. His bladder wanted to let go. “Next, your lordship?” The sickening feeling of being caught—

“Here is your new, personal rule, Wallace Larson, just for you: no more lies to me. Ever. That includes clever omissions of salient facts. I know you. I know you down to the cellular structure that determined the color of your hair. You will not be given a third chance. Do you understand?” The grip tightened.

Larson couldn’t stop shaking. “Yes. I understand. I understand. Please.”

“Now comes your first choice: I command you to speak your mind.”

Larson stared. His mind? The thing flooded with panic and drowning? He had no idea what the King meant. “What?”

The King sighed as if Larson was taxing his patience. “I could simply answer your questions, your challenges, your complaints. I already know them; but that won’t help you, will it? You might walk away thinking you’re hiding things from me, and that will not end well for you.”

Oh, gods. Oh. “I…”

“Speak. Your. Mind.” With every word, the balcony groaned and trembled, and the air seemed to flicker with colors as though the King’s impatience was changing its very chemistry.

Larson almost groaned, too. “Yes! Yes, I… I’m trying. I…” He scrambled for anything. “I don’t understand what you’re doing in the Dreamlands. You’re gone every night. There’s rumor you’re conquering things, making deals.”

“A good start.” The grip grew slightly less tight. “The answer is simple: I love my daughter, Wallace.”

“His daughter.” Larson didn’t dare sit on that. Not now.

“Yes.”

“Forgive me, oh glorious one, but I don’t understand.”

“I love her. Perhaps you remember what that was like, long ago, to love your daughter.”

“Of course, great—”

The grip tightened.

Larson choked to a stop.

“Do not give me the line,” said Hastur, “about how your love made it a good sacrifice.”

The god was reading his mind. He had no way out. Larson’s breath came quick and short and wet.

“Think back,” rumbled the god, and his voice penetrated, slid through Larson’s thoughts like oil—and just like oil, opened locks long rusted shut. “Far back to when you were unaware of powers. Before tragedy. When you were a different man. When she was small, and trusted you; remember how you loved her.”

And in that moment, he remembered. It wasn’t a choice.

The feel, completely different, just being a human, with an expected lifespan, with ordinary concerns and joys, crouching down, arms out, calling Addie as she ran into his arms, and the sunlight smell of her, and her tickly-soft hair, and—

He didn’t want this. This hurt. It hurt badly. “I… I remember,” and he couldn’t push it back, the memory, the feel like an old suit once perfectly fitted.

“Remember.”

“I remember!”

“Remember loving her like that… and now, imagine being me.”

The fullness of that billowed into him like smoke, a dichotomy, an impossibility, a knowing.

“What would you have done for her?” said the King.

“I’d have given her the world,” said Larson without thinking, because back then, it had been true, and the moment he spoke, the penny dropped. “You’re… doing all that for her?”

“Yes.”

"What? But that’s… Why do all of this? Why don’t you just make her a god?”

The King drew back slightly, though he did not let go of Larson’s face. “I would never.”

So that wasn’t the expected response.

Larson couldn’t figure out why. Jealousy? No, that was stupid. Losing control of the kid? No, that made no sense, either; even elevated, she’d be nowhere near the power of a Great Old One. “Why not, oh Golden One?”

“Because the price for deification is terrible and high, and I will not extract it from her. I’ve never known a human deified who was glad it happened. They are the wrong shape.”

No. No. That couldn’t be true. No. “But—”

“I know that’s your goal. I know you, Wallace Larson.”

It could not be true. Larson laughed, suddenly and brokenly. “After everything I’ve done, you’re telling me—”

“You would hate it in the end.”

Larson stared. The air seemed thin. “Kuranes sure as fuck doesn’t.”

“He does. He is less than he was. He dearly misses all he once felt; the extreme edges of emotion are lost to him. He’d tell you, if you asked; he creates beauty, but cannot enjoy it as he did. He weaves his city of dreams, but cannot dream more, or anything different. The human soul does not fit into godhood; it is damaged, no matter how good the outcome. So, I will never do that to my daughter, whom I love.”

This was…

No. No! Bullshit. Couldn’t be. (But why would the King lie?) That couldn’t be. Could not be! (How could it be?) Larson would have learned by now, heard by now, someone would have said it by now before he’d—

The King in Yellow sighed. “Find power other ways. Godhood does not fit.”

“And supposin’ I can make it fit?” said Larson through his teeth.

“If you took a frog, sewed it, living, to an ankle, and shoved it into a shoe, it would effectively be a foot… but would it enjoy the process?”

Too much. It was too much. Larson squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, then had to wipe leaking moisture. “That’s…” He took a breath. “That can’t be true.”

“It is. You don’t know what you’re seeking. It isn’t godhood, Wallace.”

“No one, no book, no spirit I’ve ever chased down has said this to me,” Larson snarled.

“Of course not. As long as you thought that goal was in sight, you’d give them anything, wouldn’t you?”

Yes, he would. So. So, he’d been played?

If. If. If the King was right, he’d been played.

Anger didn’t mix well with all the other things he was feeling (lingering thoughts, forced remembrance of love and innocence, cracking something in there), and he suddenly felt like he might throw up.

The King wasn’t done. “Speak your complaint.”

Larson was in no condition to filter his words now. “Why am I the only one who isn’t treated with kid gloves at our meals?”

“The short answer is they lack your ambition.”

Larson stared at him. “What in hell does that mean?”

“My daughter, I love. You understand that. Her treatment should be no wonder.”

“Sure.”

“Arthur is not an issue to you. I tortured him for years, Wallace. I grew fond of him in the process. His only ambition is to survive and see his child cared for. Should I be overtly cruel to him now, he will shatter beyond repair, and I do not want that.”

That… sort of made sense.

Larson’d had victims he really grew to enjoy hurting; victims he was even sad about when they died. He could sort of grasp that. “And John?”

“How I choose to heal him. Arthur needs John to survive.”

Fine. Pragmatic. He could accept that. “And the thief?”

“Parker’s only goal is to leave.”

“He has a piece of you, and he’s not in need of a damn crutch.”

“Your ambition is complex. It makes you dangerous, slippery, tricky. Parker’s is so simple that I believe you’ve misunderstood it,” said the King. “He is driven just as much as you—but his path is straightforward. He will never sacrifice the piece of me he has. Sunny, who requires safety, a cocoon, is safe with him. We both know he is not safe with you.”

Fuck. He was never getting Yellow back.

So Arthur was special (cried pretty, or something), and off-limits, and had a piece of the god to keep him from collapsing like a boneless rag. Parker was fucking gifted Yellow for the simple reason that he wouldn’t hurt him—and reluctantly, Larson could see why. It was all so damned practical. “Why are you presenting Lester and John that way in court?”

“It’s part of my plan to rebuild Arthur. Public humiliation was a frequent part of his torture.”

Oh, gods. Larson would do anything to avoid that man’s fate. “All right. I… all right.” He swallowed. “I suppose you want me to stop trying to make nice to them.”

“No, I would advise you continue—even knowing you may get nowhere. You’re the devil in both their stories, Wallace. The chances of you making things better are slim; but the chances are high you can make them worse, and I would not advise you do that. I care deeply for Arthur, now—and I like Parker’s simple, straightforward self. You very nearly sacrificed part of me for your own goals. You are the one who needs to earn my favor, Wallace Larson. I’m giving you that chance, though you hardly deserve it.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “I don’t know what to do from here.”

“Let’s talk short-term: I am sending you to Earth to wrap up your affairs there. To expedite. You will share your contact information, and paperwork, and banks. Whatever is needed. Land assessors, whatever. I’d rather this not take months.”

Larson straightened. “What? You changed your mind?”

“Sometimes, I do. I will be sending you to your office with my servants, and let me be clear: anything you wish to bring back, you will give to them. You will bring no weapons. No spells. Nothing you could use in anger. Anything you want to save, they will bring. If you so much as slip a pebble into your pocket, I will know, and what I’ve done to Arthur Lester will pale compared to what I do to you.”

It wasn't fair. “Why?” whispered Larson. “Why do I get so much more heat?”

“Because you bring so much more ambition. Do you think I don’t know you scheme daily? You've raised your own bar, and so must strain to vault over it.”

Larson couldn’t breathe around the lump in his throat.

“Rein. It. In,” said the King. “Are we clear?”

“Yes.” It was a final chance. He knew that, knew it down to his bones. “Thank you for your mercy.”

“They’ll come for you in an hour. Do not fail me.” And the King just… left.

Just left.

Larson turned and leaned on the balustrade, shaking like teeth in a bag, breathing as if he’d run hard, sweating through his clothes.

That fucking… remembering. He couldn’t seem to shake it, the feel of who he once was, fitting him still like a forgotten suit.

Would’ve given her the world. Instead, he’d taken hers, and it was worth it. It was worth it!

But.

Fuck.

He’d dried his eyes by the time they came for him, though he knew his face was red. The burning, sickening twist in his heart remained. He couldn’t seem to get that lock shut again, couldn’t seem to get that damn door closed.

He would fix it himself. Someday, when he became a god, he’d—

What the King had said was a lie. Had to be. It had to be.

He’d already given so much.

He followed the servants through the portal and left Carcosa behind, and was immediately shocked at how nasty his home smelled (just human scents, old sweat, completely ordinary things, but he’d gotten used to Dreamlands air). He hurried to end his business in his old world so he could return to the new one and find a way to his goal.

It had to be a lie. If it was not…

#

That ought to keep the little maggot busy for a while.

Hastur didn’t know the details of Larson’s past; he didn’t have to. He knew this kind of man all too well: fear and self-preservation always trumped everything else. For now, this would keep Larson in line. For now, these answers would keep him satisfied.

He dared not lock Larson away, or torture him. Kayne had been so damn vague: Can’t kill them. Can’t send them away. You’re smart. You get the idea. What the hell did that even mean? Entertainment from this character meant Hastur couldn’t just remove him. Damn it.

This would only work for a while, anyway, until the raw terror of being caught faded. Hopefully, it would be long enough. At the end of six years, Sunny could eat him, for all Hastur cared.

For now, it would have to do. There was no time for anything else.

[senditcolton]

the one anon that said: he seems like he’d want his partner to cry while he fucks them slowly and maybe leaves you tied up with a vibe on you while he jerks off and says “if only you’d been good for me, baby… could’ve been my cock in you instead”

OH MY GOD 🫨😵‍💫😮‍💨

I bet matt gets so turned on by seeing how turned on you get watching him jerk off to you and it’s a cycle 🥵 there’s just something about this man that drives me so wild I want him to be so degrading and mean to me and make me cry bc I know he would layer balance it out with so much praise and aftercare

(do I need to be working on my Matt Martin & Casey Cizikas threesome fic? because that's the vibe I'm getting from these asks)

But oh my LORD. He would have you in this position, tied up on the bed, with him standing above you just staring as he gets himself off.

The only difference is sometimes he gives you the vibe and sometimes... he doesn't.

He's a mean dom in the way that he knows exactly what you want, which means he knows exactly what NOT to give you.

"Because a punishment is supposed to be a punishment, isn't it darling?"

[holdmeclosertinytaron]

Escape to the Cotswolds. Chapter One

A/N: I can't believe that the time has finally come to share the first chapter of ETTC with you!! I first wrote this back in 2019 and randomly last week I decided to edit it and post it this festive season. I haven't told anybody anything about it, not even @tttttttaron and @brayndilyn who I tell everything about the fics I'm writing. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I've loved revisiting it. Let me know what you think!

Warnings: Explicit language, consumption of alcohol

ETTC chats. / FAQs

‘Amelia Bray?’ Spencer all but screeched from the dining room. 

The group in the foyer weren’t quite sure how he’d heard their hushed whispers, though they couldn’t be too surprised. They couldn’t remember how many times Spencer had mentioned Amelia and how much he fancied her. She was, in his own words, ‘well fit’, and he wasn’t afraid to let people know. 

He dropped the bottle of multipurpose cleaner and the washcloth he had been using onto the table in front of him before hurtling himself into the foyer, narrowly missing the low beam in the doorway. 

Autumn, the shift supervisor, stood with her back to him while Sada and Connor stood in front of her. Spencer hurried to join the circle of his friends, wiping his damp hands down his black jeans to remove the residue left from the cleaning products he’d been using all morning. 

‘She’s coming here?’ He breathed out, still trying to catch his breath from running. It didn’t matter that he’d played football for most of his life, Spencer still couldn’t run very far without being out of breath. ‘Like, to this bed and breakfast? To Rivercliffe? You’re not shitting me or anything?’ 

‘Spencer, for crying out loud, how many times do we have to tell you about swearing while you’re at work?’ Sada questioned. Her eyebrows were raised and she’d rested her hands on her hops. ‘But no, we aren’t ‘shitting’ you. She’s coming later today and you had better be on your best behaviour!’

She podded her index finger into his chest and watched as he put his hands up by his head in defeat. Out of all of the employees, Sada was always the most serious. Not in a way that made her mean and impossible to work with. Just in a way that she wanted everything to be done by the books and she wasn’t afraid to put somebody in their place if they were breaking the rules. Everyone loved her little stressy head and would often joke and tell her to take a chill pill, to which they would get slyly rodded by her middle finger. 

‘You’re trying to tell me,’ Spencer started again, ignoring the groans from those around him, ‘that I’m finally going to get to meet the Amelia Bray? And you’re picking up on my swearing at work? Fuck the fucking rules right now! Pretty Baby Bray is coming here, where we work, to stay. You know she was in the new Star Wars film? Went all the way to bloody Cheltenham to see it in the cinema and she did not disappoint! Her boobs looked good enough to-’ 

‘Spencer, I swear to the good Lord above that if you so much as begin to objectify her one more time I will fire you on the spot,’ Connor piped up somewhat harshly. He had spent far too many years listening to Spencer drone on about- and objectify- the girl in the films and he was way past the point of ignoring it.

‘You can’t fire me, Connor boy,’ Spencer jested as he reached forward and ruffled his friend’s hair. One of his favourite things to do was to try and get a rise out of Connor, loving to see the slightly older boy so frustrated that he started to shout.

‘I think you’ll find that my parents owning this place means that I can fire you if I so desire,’ Connor replied quickly while shoving Spencer’s hand away and cleaning his hair up again. ‘Now get your backside back into the dining room and clean like you’re getting paid to do.’ 

Spencer turned on his heel with a small whine and huff, letting his childish side appear. He tried to flutter his eyelashes at Autumn on his way past her in hopes that she would cave and give him all of the gossip that revolved around their apparent visitor. She didn’t budge though. All she did was life her eyebrows at him before he was sulking back into the dining room to finish his job. 

The groups separated quickly when one of the guests walked down the stairs with his wife and their bags ready to check out. Autumn rushed to get behind the desk while Sada ran upstairs to start cleaning their room. Connor walked into the back office to make sure that everything was sorted for the rest of the day. 

‘Mr and Mrs Jackson, how did you find your stay here with us?’ Autumn asked as she attempted to use the ridiculously old computer at the front desk. 

The computer had needed to be updated for years but Connor’s parents refused to do it because it would cost them money and the one that they had worked enough for jobs to get done reasonably. Even Connor had tried to reason with them into getting a new one but they wouldn’t do anything about it. In the end, everyone had simply resorted to smacking it when they needed to use it, hoping it would start quickly. 

‘It was just marvellous, thank you,’ Mrs Jackson said peacefully. ‘Is the fine gentlemen here this morning? The one with the soft smile and beautiful eyes?’ 

‘Oh, Taron?’ Autumn asked. 

She knew exactly who the older woman was talking about. He was a sight to look at and everybody knew it. He was charming too, always smiling and helping out wherever he could. Mrs Jackson nodded at Autumn with an expectant smile. 

‘He isn’t in just yet, I’m afraid,’ she said quietly. ‘His shift starts in a couple of hours so he won’t be anywhere near the place yet.’ 

The woman’s shoulders dropped in disappointment and Autumn couldn’t help but smile at herself. ‘That’s such a shame. He made the most delectable hot chocolate last night and I was hoping that he would tell me his secret,’ she chuckled quietly. 

Autumn was well aware of the hot chocolate Mrs Jackson was referring to as it had become a staple at the bed and breakfast on winter evenings. Though when he was making it, Taron wouldn’t let anybody in the kitchen because he didn’t want anybody to figure out his secret. Everyone had tried to sneak in at some point but he always caught them, shooing them off with an eye roll. 

‘Taron has been my friend since before I could talk and yet he still won’t let me in on his secret. He’s going to take it to the grave. However,’ she added, ‘I’m sure that if you saw him walking around the village on your way home you could easily butter him up to tell you.’ 

‘I’ll do just that.’ Mrs Jackson looked pleased with herself but Autumn didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was joking and Taron would never, ever, give out his hot chocolate recipe. No matter how amazingly charming they were. ‘I told Jimmy here that we’re going to have to come back in the summer months when we’re not bundled up in so many layers.’ 

Autumn nodded. It had been ridiculously cold that weekend and she’d had to wear a tank top underneath her t-shirt, as well as her favourite thick, woolly jumper. It didn’t help that the front door of the bed and breakfast opened continuously throughout the day, the cold air from outside making its way inside and wrapping itself around anybody in its way. The chance of snowfall was high and nobody in Rivercliffe was excited by that. 

The village pretty much went into lockdown when it snowed. The roads would be dangerous to drive on but the nearest supermarket was a 40-minute drive on a good day, and the shops in the village itself closed because they couldn’t get their shipments in. The only places that would still be open would be the bed and breakfast and the pub. Everyone would congregate in one of the small buildings in an attempt to stay warm with a group of other people. 

‘Oh yes, I highly recommend the end of May!’ Autumn offered when the screen she had been waiting to load finally did. ‘There are so many flowers blooming in the meadows and it gets warm enough that you don’t need to wear a coat when you go out. There’s just something so magical about it.’ 

‘We’ll definitely be coming back, then,’ Jimmy said through a smile. ‘Make sure you save us a room.’ 

‘Only for our best guests,’ Autumn laughed. When she finally managed to print the couple’s check out sheet, she got them to sign it before putting it to the side ready to file as she bid them farewell. 

As soon as the front door closed behind them, she took a deep breath and walked through the dining room towards the kitchen so she could get herself a warm drink. Spencer was leaning against the island with a steaming mug of coffee in his hands and a tea towel pushed into his pocket. It was typical Spencer behaviour, finishing his jobs as quickly as he could so that he had more time to do nothing with a cuppa. 

‘Her boobs looked good enough to what?’ Autumn challenged as she poured herself a mug of liquid hug, bringing it up to her lips and sighing contentedly at it. 

‘What now?’ Spencer asked as he turned to face his girlfriend. 

‘Amelia’s boobs. They looked good enough to what?’ 

‘Good enough to fuck,’ he replied nonchalantly. 

Autumn stared at him with a dagger of a stare, her bottom lip gently pulled between her teeth and her head tilted to the side. ‘You know, I get that she’s fit and all,’ she started, ‘but don’t forget that you’re mind. We’ve been together for years and you’ve known about her for less than one. That being said, if she came onto me, I wouldn’t say no.’ 

Spencer’s jaw dropped as Autumn winked at him cheekily, turning her attention to the pile of dishes that had been left unwashed in the sink. She groaned loudly before walking over to them and turning the taps on so that she could wash them herself, even though it wasn’t her job. 

‘I can’t lie to you, baby, I’ve never loved you as much as I love you right now.’ He bit his bottom lip into his mouth, watching the curve of Autumn’s butt as she stepped to her right to grab something from one of the shelves. Though when she turned around and the stare she gave him was blank, he knew he’d made a mistake with his word choice. 

‘Because of her? You love me more than you ever have, because of her?’ 

‘I meant like-’ 

‘That my appreciation for your celebrity crush made you love me even more?’ She cut him off, turning back to the sink. 

‘Baby, I’ve just told you that I love you more than I ever have before.’ Spencer tried to argue, walking up behind her and snaking his arms around her waist so that he could pull her into his front. ‘You’re telling me that if I told you I wouldn’t say no to, I don’t know, Harry Styles, you wouldn’t love me that tiniest bit more?’ 

‘Nope.’ 

‘Oh come on, are you actually mad at me? It was a joke.’ Spencer’s lips ghosted over Autumn’s neck, grazing her skin gently before planting a kiss. 

‘Am I hell,’ she chuckled. ‘I just love making you all needy and pouty when you’ve made me mad. Now can you stop cuddling me before we get sanctioned a-bloody-gain?’ 

****** 

It was obvious when Amelia had arrived at the bed and breakfast because Spencer stood behind the front desk with his best smile on his face. Autumn stood next to him with a similar smile on her face. They were ready to greet their guest and get her checked in. The check-in page of the computer was pre-loaded so that it didn’t take too long to get things sorted, and they had restocked the bowl of complementary truffles in case she wanted to take one, or the whole bowl. They didn’t mind either way. 

Amelia walked in with a bodyguard who carried her large suitcase with ease. Autumn tried not to make any noticeable facial expressions when she saw how inappropriately dressed for winter in the middle of the countryside Amelia was. The black jeans that adorned her legs appeared to be made from the thinnest denim ever and she wore a denim jacket with nothing but a simple, striped t-shirt underneath it. Out of everything she wore, including the pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head, it was the Vans on her feet that made Autumn question if she was equipped for weather in the Cotswolds during November. 

Alas, nobody said a word. Both out of fear and due to the fact that they were around a real-life celebrity. It was embarrassing, really, their inability to simply function in the presence of someone so well known by the rest of the world. They all knew that she was just a regular person like them, but there was something else there. Something so subtle that nobody would quite put their finger on it. 

‘Amelia, it’s lovely to have you staying here with us,’ Autumn offered happily when Amelia reached the desk. ‘I’m Autumn, this is Spencer, and we’ll be getting you checked in today.’ 

‘Thank you,’ Amelia whispered as she reached the desk, resting her forearm against it and taking the weight from her feet so that she could stretch her legs. Her stomach flipped with unease as the two people behind the desk stared at her with huge grins. They were clearly fans and she didn’t know if that made her feel good or not. 

‘We do apologise, but your room isn’t quite ready as of yet. It is just getting the last few bits cleaned but you’ll be able to head up in about fifteen minutes if that’s okay?’ Amelia nodded with a soft smile. ‘You can take a seat on the sofas if you’d like and then we’ll get someone to take you up when it’s ready. Again, I’m really sorry that it isn’t ready for you right now. 

‘It’s fine, thank you,’ Amelia uttered again before she turned to her bodyguard with slightly raised eyebrows. ‘Will, you get yourself off home already! I don’t want you hitting rush hour traffic getting back into Oxford.’ 

‘I can wait with you, Amelia. It’s really no big deal.’ 

Will spoke with a strong Scottish accent and Autumn couldn’t help but admire his beauty. He stood half a foot or so taller than Amelia and his chocolatey brown hair was quiffed at the top of his head messily. His eyes were an icy blue and they were captivating to look at. Even with his stern, straight face, he somehow managed to look perfectly lovely and approachable. 

It could have been the way that Amelia smiled at him or the way that he wore a simple white t-shirt with a black-denim shirt over the top, and a caramel coloured trench coat. Maybe it was the way that he spoke so gently even with his thick accent, or the way that he made sure to smile and nod his head at everyone else in the foyer when he entered. Whatever it was, it worked. 

‘Honestly, there’s no point in it taking you hours to get home. You might as well leave now and get back home in time for the boys’ football practice. I’ll be on my own for the next couple of weeks so what’s an extra fifteen minutes?’ 

‘I can’t really argue with you on that,’ Will chuckled, wheeling her suitcase to sit next to the sofa near the door. ‘I could even grab a pizza to take home as a surprise for them too. Though I should probably tell Sarah that I’m taking one so she doesn’t cook.’ 

Amelia nodded enthusiastically at him and watched as he stepped away from the suitcase that now sat under the window overlooking the front garden. 

‘That’s probably a good idea. Tell her I say hi, please. I must come and see you both in the new year. It’s been a while, and she always has the best gossip to share with me.’ 

Will breathed a nod. ‘She does indeed. I’m sure she’d love to see you. You know where I am if you need anything while you’re out here. Please, please, please, don’t feel scared to call me, whatever time it is, okay? I just want you to be okay.’ 

‘Thank you, Will. I’ll call you if I need you, I promise. Now get home to those boys before I boot you out of the door myself,’ she chuckled as Will threw his arms around her in a tight embrace which she happily allowed. 

‘See you in a few weeks, Bray.’ 

‘See you in a few weeks, Southend.’ 

Amelia watched him leave the door before she moved to look out of the window, watching as he climbed into his car and turned back to the bed and breakfast. She waved at him and watched him set off before she sat on the small sofa in the foyer and looked around the place properly. 

The ceiling was a light cream colour and was a lot lower than she had first thought. The beams that ran across it were dark brown and chipped in places, and they ran down the entire length of the building. All of the floor that she could see, minus the stairs, was dark wood. There was a long rug with a messy fringe in the foyer by the sofa. 

There was a single, low hanging chandelier in the centre of the foyer, something that Amelia deemed a little silly considering how low the ceilings were. It was warm and cosy and instantly made her feel like she had walked into a home. That was all she could ask for. She would be in Rivercliffe for six whole weeks before heading home to spend Christmas with her family. 

Everyone’s attention turned to the door when it flew open and a gust of wind circled around them. Though it wasn’t the door opening that caught Amelia’s full attention. It was the gorgeous man that walked through it. 

‘Jesus fucking Christ, anyone would think it was Antarctica with how cold it is out there,’ Taron muttered as he slammed the door shut again, peeling his gloves from his hands and stuffing them into one of his coat pockets. He lifted the black hat from his head and stuffed it into the other pocket before he tousled his hair back into place. 

He turned towards the foyer where all eyes were on him. Then he saw Amelia and his eyes grew big and his cheeks grew a shade darker. 

‘I’m-fuck- oh wow, okay ummmm…I’m sorry for swearing,’ he stuttered. ‘I’m…Taron. I’m Taron.’ 

He went to lift his arm so that he could shake Amelia’s hand but he could barely lift it with his thick jumper being under his already thick coat. It was a wonder he’d been able to take his hat off. Amelia chuckled lightly at the sight before her while Autumn and Spencer rolled around in fits of laughter behind the desk. 

‘Trust Taron to make an absolute fool of himself in front of a celebrity,’ Spencer choked out. 

Amelia and Taron turned to the couple, Taron with a ‘are you serious?’ look on his face and Amelia with her lips rolled into her mouth and an uncomfortable smile on her face all at the same time. Autumn put her hands on Spencer’s shoulders and shoved him into the dining room in hopes that he wouldn’t continue to make a fool out of himself in front of their new guest. 

‘I’m sorry about those two,’ Taron said as he finally managed to peel his coat from his body and hang it up on the coat rack that sat next to Amelia. She could feel how cold it was from where she sat. He smoothed the material down so that it wouldn’t get in her way before he pulled the bottom of his jumper down properly, re-offering his hand. 

‘I’m Taron, it’s nice to meet you.’ 

‘Amelia.’ She returned the gesture with a smile.

Taron was beautiful, and she couldn’t help but watch him. The way his lips moved so slowly as he was talking, his words rolling off his tongue at the same pace. The way his eyelids had an ever so slight sheen to them when he blinked, and the way that there was a little bit of stubble growing along his jawline. 

‘I was just going to make myself a cup of coffee before my shift starts but I don’t want to leave you out here on your own. Not that you aren’t capable of sitting on your own…that’s not what I’m trying to say. It’s just, um, for God’s sake…would you like a coffee?’ 

‘I wouldn’t mind a tea if you have any?’ Amelia asked. ‘Haven’t had a decent cuppa in what feels like months.’ 

‘We have some Yorkshire tea in the kitchen if that’s alright for you?’ He didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up as she smiled widely. 

‘That’s bloody perfect. Thank you, Taron.’ 

The way that his name rolled off her tongue so effortlessly left Taron swallowing thickly through his own smile. 

‘Milk and sugar?’ 

‘Two sugars and just a splash of milk, please. And I like it quite strong, if that’s okay?’ 

‘No problem,’ he nodded. ‘I’ll be right back.’ 

He scurried off to the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee and a cup of tea for Amelia. When he pushed the door open, a little more forcefully than he had intended, Autumn and Spencer flung themselves away from one another and wiped at their mouths. 

‘You two are really disgusting,’ Taron commented around an eyeroll. ‘I need tea, and I need it now!’ 

‘Taron, dude, what the hell was that out there?’ Spencer guffawed as he walked up to Taron and patted him on the back. ‘You came in and just like…froze?’ 

All he got in response was a mere shrug. ‘I dunno. Who’s going to take this tea out to her because I sure as hell am not after whatever the hell that-’ he swung his arm to the left and gestured to the foyer ‘-was out there.’ 

Autumn shook her head with an eye roll but grabbed the hot mug of tea from Taron’s hands and walked it through to where Amelia was scrolling on her phone. She looked up, hopeful to see Taron again, and smiled despite the disappointment of not seeing him. 

‘Thank you,’ you spoke softly as she took the mug and lifted it to her lips so that she could take a long sip. It was hot but so desperately needed. ‘Do you know when my room will be ready at all? I didn’t think about the weather and my feet are bloody freezing but my socks are at the bottom of my case which is typical honestly.’ 

‘One second and I’ll find out for you.’ Amelia walked to the desk and grabbed her walkie talkie to buzz up to Sada who was cleaning the room. ‘Any idea when we’re going to have Amelia’s room ready, Sada?’ 

‘I’ve just finished it. Send Taron up with her for me? I need to move this wardrobe but I can’t do it myself.’ Sada’s voice was very static-y and loud through the speaker. Amelia hardly understood a word, but Autumn was already responding, telling Sada that she’d send Taron up. 

‘I’ll just go and grab Taron quickly and then you’ll be able to head up to your room. I really am sorry that it wasn’t ready when you got here.’ 

‘It’s honestly fine,’ Amelia smiled. ‘It’s been nice sitting here, to be honest.’ 

When Amelia was left on her own again, she turned to her left and was met with Taron’s coat. She had one very similar to it up north in her family home. A khaki green parka with a fluffy hood and tighter sleeves. Though she knew hers wouldn’t smell as good as Taron’s did. Even with a little distance between her and the coat, she could smell Taron’s cologne all over it. 

‘Taron, Sada needs you upstairs for a minute to help move a wardrobe or something,’ Autumn said as she walked into the kitchen. Taron nodded. ‘Oh, and you also need to take Amelia upstairs to her room for me on your way. She’s in room five. You know where the key is. Thanks, mate!’ 

‘You little…’

He let his words trail off as he forcefully pushed the kitchen door open enough for him to squeeze through. When he got close to the foyer where he knew Amelia would be waiting for him, he shook his shoulders and took a deep breath. He had already made an enormous fool out of himself and he didn’t want to further what he could only imagine to be a negative impression of himself. 

‘Amelia, if you’d like to follow me up to your room.’ 

She stood up quickly, pulling the handle of her suitcase up and walking towards Taron with it towing behind her. She stopped just behind him but regretted it as soon as he turned on his heel and almost knocked her backwards. Luckily she was able to grip the desk to stop herself from tumbling. Taron’s hands reached out to grab her to steady her and she caught a hint of his scent. He smelt heavenly. Kind of musky with a hint of sweet and freshness. 

‘I’m sorry,’ he said quickly when he knew that she was safely on her feet. ‘I should have made sure that you weren’t-’ 

‘Taron, it’s okay. Happens to the best of us.’ She smiled at him, wanting him to know that it really was okay. 

‘Well, I’m still sorry. Here, let me take your suitcase for you. You have the attic room so there’s a lot of stairs to get up.’ 

Amelia didn’t argue with him. Instead she pushed her suitcase towards him with her foot and watched as he pushed the handle down fully so that he could grab it by the handle at the side. He lifted it with ease and Amelia could just about make out the soft bulge of his bicep through the material of his brown jumper. But it was still baggy enough that she didn’t know just how prominent it was. 

Taron walked up the stairs two at a time and almost made it to the top of the first flight without tripping over his own feet. Almost. A mere three steps from the top his shoelace came undone and he tripped over it. He moved the suitcase as softly as he could onto the landing before his knees hit the step above him. He cried out in pain while Amelia stood still behind him. She didn’t know how to react, but she couldn’t stop the little snort of a chuckle no matter how hard she tried. 

‘I’m sorry,’ she laughed, ‘I know I shouldn’t find it funny and that I should be asking if you are okay…but that was kind of funny.’ 

‘Yeah, yeah. I’ll remember that for when you fall up these bloody things. It’ll happen, trust me. He knelt down slowly to fasten his shoes again before he moved so that there was enough room for Amelia to stand next to him. ‘Can we pretend this never happened?’ 

Amelia nodded through a smile as he stood himself back up and continued to walk to the next flight of stairs that he would have to walk up. Though instead of being too big for hit boots and trying to walk up them two at a time again, he walked up them one at a time. He didn’t miss Amelia giggling at him and he had to let himself admit that it was the cutest thing he had heard in a long time. 

‘Okay so this is you,’ he spoke as he stopped dead in front of the door that led to her room. He pulled out a metal key that was attached to a red plastic keyring. ‘This is your key. There’s tea and coffee in your room but if you need any extras let me know and I’ll bring you more.’ 

‘Thank you, Taron. Before you go to help Sada,’ Amelia started, lifting the handle of her suitcase again, ‘where do you suggest heading for tea tonight? I’m starving and could do with a proper good meal.’ 

Taron thought for a little while, going over all of the food places that would still be open before deciding on a couple of different options. ‘Okay so there is a small café that is open for tea and they serve fish and chips or small bits like sandwiches and quiche. But if you’re wanting a proper meal that’s warm and filling, I recommend the pub on Farm Lane. Their food is amazing.’ 

‘Pub tea!’ Amelia exclaimed happily. ‘I haven’t had that in so long so I think I’ll head there. Thank you, again. I really appreciate it.’ 

‘It’s no problem. I’ll see you later, Amelia.’ 

****** 

Taron was refreshing. He didn’t talk to Amelia like she was a celebrity. He talked to her as Amelia and it was a nice difference to what she was used to. Though what she stupidly didn’t think about was how everyone else in the village wasn’t Raron and to them she was just Pretty Baby Bray, as the media had nicknamed her. 

Walking through the village itself wasn’t the worst experience of her life. A few people stared at her as she walked past, and a few ran off to tell others, but it was a pleasant walk for the most part. Until she actually arrived at the pub. 

Rivercliffe Arms sat in the centre of the village and was the go-to place for socialising. Everyone over the age of 18 would go to the pub at least once a week, with the older men going more regularly to watch the football together on a couple of the TVs that were scattered around. It was loud and stunk of stale beer. The perfect recipe for a local pub, really. 

The outside of the pub was covered in green ivy with only small parts of the brown brick showing through. There were a couple of wooden picnic benches sitting outside the pub but due to the lack of warmth from the sun, they weren’t being occupied by anybody. Inside smelt like old cigarette smoke and normally Amelia would be disgusted by the scent and would turn away but there was something drawing her in. 

It wasn’t too full that evening. A few people leaned against the var while some of the larger tables were surrounded by families and groups of friends. There was chatter everywhere that Amelia turned and it reminded her of being home when she was a young girl. Some of her fondest memories were when she would go to the pub with her Grandad on a Sunday afternoon where he would buy her a glass of Diet Coke and a bag of crisps. They would sit and chat for hours before they headed home for bed. 

Her little adventure out of London was very much needed. After months of filming a new movie while also promoting her last movie, she’d started to burn out and was in dire need of a getaway. 

When Will first suggested that she take a break for a couple of months somewhere idyllic before heading straight back up to Manchester for Christmas, she thought he was being a complete idiot. But then she sat and really thought about it. She was unable to remember the last time she took a break and truly let herself relax. 

Whenever she finished shooting a movie, and before she set off on press, she would take herself away somewhere to relax but always wound up being stuck in a hotel room the entire trip so that people wouldn’t see where she was. 

Being in the Cotswolds was different, and she was beyond thankful to Will for suggesting somewhere so beautiful. So much so that she had sent him way too many thank you texts, including lots of GIFs and white heart emojis. Will told her that she really didn’t need to thank him. She just needed to enjoy herself and finally take the break that she deserved. 

‘You’re Amelia Bray, aren’t you?’ Amelia turned to her left to find an old lady with bright white hair staring back at her in awe. ‘It is you! My grandson just loves your films. I can’t wait to get home and tell him that I saw you.’ 

‘I’m so glad that he likes them,’ Amelia replied with a semi forced smile. All she wanted to do was sit in the corner out of the way and order herself toad in the hole, preferably with sprouts and plenty of gravy. ‘I should probably order myself some food but it was lovely meeting you.’ 

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ 

Amelia walked away and let out a huge breath, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone else in the pub. As much as she adored her fans, and as much as she knew that it was inevitable that she would meet some, that night she just wanted to eat a good meal and then get into bed and sleep. 

She let her hands rest on top of the bar as she leaned into it quickly to stretch her back but regretted her decision as soon as she felt the sticky substance of old spilled alcohol cover them. She pulled them away with a disgusted look, missing the way the boy behind the bar looked at her with a gentle smile. 

When she looked at him, he was holding a damp cloth in her direction so that she could wipe her hands and clean them. She took it gladly. 

‘Thank you. I’m Amelia.’ She held out her hand once she’d cleaned it for the handsome man to shake, her signature smile plastered on her face. 

‘I’m Kaine.’ He offered her a smile before taking the cloth back and moving to the tablet in front of him. ‘Can I get you anything to eat or drink tonight?’ 

‘I have a hankering for a toad in the hole. Hopefully with a side of sprouts and plenty of gravy?’ 

Kaine stayed quiet as he pressed a few buttons. When he looked back up, Amelia was already looking at him with hopeful eyes. ‘That’s perfectly fine. Can I get you a drink with that?’

‘A good ol’ Pinot Noir, please.’ 

‘Do you have any ID on you?’ Amelia looked at Kaine as if he had three heads. Surely he was fucking with her and didn’t actually want her ID, no matter how flattered she felt at the same time. She was nearing 30 and it was public knowledge that she was over the legal drinking age. ‘Sorry, it’s just protocol.; 

She nodded as she shook her head slightly, and pulled her driving licence out of her purse to hand to Kaine. Just like the majority of the population, her driving licence photo wasn’t the best. It had been taken when she was still 16 so she looked a hell of a lot younger than she was and she hated it. Kaine let himself chuckle as she checked her date of birth before handing it back over with a nod of his head. 

‘That’ll be £11.58 altogether, please.’ 

Amelia nodded and pulled her bank card out of her purse once she’d put her licence back, tapping it on the card machine with a satisfied smile. As she put her purse back into her bag and zipped it up, Kaine poured her a glass of wine. It was bigger than it should have been for the price she paid but she was somewhat used to getting more than she paid for. 

‘Take this and sit wherever, I’ll bring your food over when it’s ready.’ 

‘Thank you.’ 

******

A delicious plate of food, two bottles of wine and three fan encounters later, Amelia sat at the bar chatting to Kaine about everything Rivercliffe. She made sure to ask about the nearest supermarket and how long it would take her to walk there should she be brave enough. She asked about the best places to go for food other than the pub, and if there were any nice coffee shops around. And she asked about any winter and Christmas traditions the village had. 

Kaine had been more than accommodation to her constant, drunk chatter, telling her about the Tesco which was a 40-minute drive away so well over an hour walk, the café on Cart Lane and the coffee shop on Tilbridge Street. He also informed her of the traditions that the village had, such as the Christmas light switch on where everyone gathered near the bed and breakfast for free hot chocolate, carols and the lights. 

‘When do the lights get turned on?’ Amelia asked as she tilted her wine glass back to drink more of the red. Her lips were stained maroon by that point. 

‘The 1st of December. It’ll be packed in here by 4pm and we’ll sell more jacket potatoes than you would think possible. And then everyone will head down to the B&B for six.’ Kaine wiped down the bar before moving Amelia’s then empty wine glass so that it could be washed. ‘It’s always so special and there’s just this incredibly magical feeling that surrounds us all as we stand together.’ 

‘I can’t wait.’ 

‘You’ll be here for it?’ Kaine asked in surprise. Amelia nodded with a big smile. ‘That’s amazing. Make sure you wrap up warm, it’ll be bloody freezing.’ 

Amelia chuckled and pulled the sleeves of her jacket over her hands and bounced her leg a few times. She had some idea of how cold it would be before she set off on her little holiday, but she hadn’t realised just how cold it would be. Her denim jacket was nowhere near thick enough to keep her warm in the bitter chill outside. When she had the effort she would have to walk to Tesco to buy herself a winter coat. 

‘It already is bloody freezing,’ she mumbled in defeat. 

‘It’ll only get colder,’ Kaine continued, putting the final glasses away before sighing happily. ‘Longest shift of my life.’ 

‘Oh, I’m sorry. If I’d have known I wouldn’t have kept you chatting for so long. I feel so silly,’ Amelia rushed out. The alcohol had well and truly started to take effect and she could feel her head starting to spin. 

‘Don’t be silly, it’s okay! It was nice to have the company while cleaning up, in all honesty.’ Kaine grabbed his coat from the rack that just sat behind the bar before turning back to Amelia with a genuine smile. ‘Would you like me to walk you back to wherever you’re staying?’ 

‘I’m staying at the B&B but it’s okay. I can walk on my own,’ Amelia said softly as she stood up from the stool. She almost toppled over from the alcohol that was surging through her bloodstream but caught herself on the bar. 

‘That’s on my way back. And I am not letting you walk on your own when you can hardly stand up straight. Come on, it’s no big deal.’ 

Kaine stood next to her and let her link her arms around his so that she could stay upright. ‘Thank you.’ 

****** 

As Amelia and Kaine walked up to the B&B, Taron had walked out of the front door wrapped in his coat and a scarf that he hadn’t been wearing earlier in the day. He saw the pair walking towards him and his stomach dropped instantly. Amelia had her arms wrapped around Kaine’s arm and she was laughing at something he had said. KAine had his hands in his pocket and kept turning to look at Amelia with a large smile. 

Taron should have known, really, that he would never get a look in with Amelia. He never got a look in with anybody. 

‘Taron!’ Amelia shouted from the bottom of the path, letting go of Kaine and staggering towards him. ‘Can you take me to bed? Let me fall up the stairs like you did earlier. That was funny.’ 

She threw her arms around Taron’s body and rested her chin on his chest as she looked up at him. He was gorgeous, his greeny blue eyes dazzling and his lips the perfect shade. If she were to tell the truth, she’d never seen a man just as beautiful as Taron. He was broad, too, her arms barely fit around his body with his coat on, and she wondered what it would be like to have his arms wrapped around her. 

‘I can’t take you to be, love, but I can take you to your room?’ Taron spoke down to her gently, watching the way that her eyelashes fluttered against the tops of her eyelids delicately. 

‘Love?’ Amelia asked quietly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and smiling to herself. ‘I love it. Love. Taron called me love.’ 

Taron turned to Kaine and nodded a greeting. ‘Thanks for bringing her back, man.’ 

‘No problem. See you around, Amelia.’ 

‘Bye Kainey boy. Thank you for the wiiiiiiine!’ Her words were slurred but she continued to talk. ‘To the bedroom.’ she shouted as she pointed to the bed and breakfast, charging forward to the front door where she yanked it open and made her way through the foyer towards the first flight of stairs. 

Taron followed her the entire way up, trying not to look straight forward where he would get an eyeful of her butt. She fell twice, and both times she turned to Taron with a giggle, to which he shook his head at her with a smile. 

‘Oooh there’s something at the door!’ Amelia whispered as she bent down to pick up the green box that had been left with a note. 

Taron’s stomach dropped as he watched her unfold the note. He watched her eyes travel over the paper a few times, her eyes closing every few seconds as she tried to refocus them. Pure dread washed over him as she finally looked back at him and blinked slowly. 

‘Thank you, Taron,’ she whispered with a smile, eyeing the box of Yorkshire tea once more with a large grin. ‘Hey, what do you say about coming in and having a bit of fun? Let me thank you properly for the tea.’ 

Taron could feel himself resisting the urge to take a single step forward to pull her into him, moulding their lips together in what he could only imagine would be the best kiss of his entire life. But he would feel himself pushing himself backwards. Amelia wasn’t sober. She didn’t know what she was saying and he would not take advantage of her. 

‘Another time?’

‘Promise?’ Amelia asked sweetly, only slightly disheartened that Taron didn’t want to go back to her room with her. Even though she was wildly intoxicated, she knew what she wanted. 

‘Promise,’ he replied before kissing her cheek gently and walking down the stairs and out of the building. 

He had to give himself a few minute before setting back off home, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. The more he looked at Amelia, the more he came to appreciate her true beauty. Everything about her drew him in. Her eyes that he could get lost in; her smile that left him weak at the knees; her voice that made him dizzy. Everything. She was perfect, but she would never be his. 

With one last deep breath, Taron pushed himself off of the front door and down the path towards the village. He shoved his hands in his pockets and absentmindedly kicked at a rock on the ground, following it where it travelled before kicking it again. When the rock rolled into the middle of the road, he left it and walked the final few metres to his house.

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A/N: First: IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, BEGONE FROM MY BLOG SINCE I WRITE MATURE CONTENT!! This one has been sitting in my documents for almost 2 months now. This week inspiration finally struck me once again tho!

This fic is actually a Thorst Collab between my lovely friends & I on Discord. I’m the first one to post mine, so I can’t wait to see what the others will write!

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STRAP ON YOUR SEATBELTS CAUSE THIS MOTHERF!@#$%CKER IS 4.2K+ WORDS LONG

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If someone told you a year ago that you would have enough money to pay off your student debt, buy your dream apartment, help out your family and friends, move abroad and drive in a ’67 Chevrolet Impala, you would’ve died laughing at the joke.

You told yourself it was stupid, buying that lottery ticket. But here you are; $100.000.000,- on your bank account. A young and now rich Omega in her prime. After making sure you had spend part of it wisely, you made sure to live the rest of your life on interest alone.

The first month had been nice. Decorating your new place, going out for dinner every day, getting a new wardrobe, spoiling yourself silly. You got new nesting materials, softer blankets and bigger pillows. It felt nice. Until it didn’t anymore. It started to feel pointless and empty. You felt like you were becoming one of those people that flaunt their money and that isn’t the type of Omega you are.

So here you are. Sitting in your peach colored dress and a numbered paddle in your hand. Tonight, you attend a charity auction. The charity was a rehabilitation program for criminals who want to get back on the right path.

The auction items aren’t exactly… items. They’re Pro Heroes. People could bid on having a date with some of the most desirable Pro Heroes, Alphas, Betas, Omegas, all of them. Even No. 1 hero Deku and No. 4 hero Red Riot are up for auction, both being Omegas.

One of the last dates are being auctioned and you realize you have been zoning out. Not having bid anything yet, you put up your paddle.

“Going once, going twice… SOLD TO NUMBER 917 FOR TONIGHT’S HIGHEST BID OF $300.000,-! A date with explosion pro hero Ground Zero!”

Oh lord. Yes! You got- wait… You got actually got it? You won a date with Pro Hero Ground Zero. Wasn’t he the one with the explosion quirk? Impressive power and always capturing the villains. What separates him from Deku is his social skills. Or lack thereof, to be more precise. Ground Zero isn’t really the type of hero to stick around the people he saved to see if they’re okay.

On top of all that he’s also an Alpha. Highly sought out by Omegas who want a pup, but not the Alpha. His genes are what people want, not the man himself. His personality also making it harder for people to approach him. And you just won a date with the most desired and aggressive Pro Hero Alpha there is.

“Oi!”

The voice behind you pulled you from your thoughts. The subtle scent of caramelized candy apples caught your attention. You turn around and find a handsome Alpha standing there. Arms crossed, cardinal red eyes watching you and his lips in an almost angry looking pout. This is the man you just bought yourself a date with.

“H-hi!” you manage to stammer out.

With a huff, he places a card on your table. You pick it up and see that it’s a business card from Ground Zero’s agency. At the bottom, writing in sleek handwriting, is a phone number. You look back up at him, ready to ask him why he gave this to you. But he’s already turning around and heading for the exit.

“Just contact me when you wanna plan that date things.”

And just like that, you had Ground Zero’s personal phone number.

 ~ A few days later ~

 You’re sitting at a small booth, sipping on your matcha latte. You were a half hour too early, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and order a drink before Bakugou would arrive. In his very first text he made it clear to call him ‘Bakugou’ and not by his hero name. He said that it would feel too much like an interview otherwise. In return you told him to just call you ‘Y/N’.

After some back and forth texting the last couple of days, you two agreed to meet up at a local coffee shop. Not a lot of people know about this shop. It’s small and the interior looks more like cozy living room than a flashy coffee shop. It was your favorite place to sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee, tea or like right now, matcha latte.

Neither of you had any set plans for the rest of the day. Just kind of going with the flow seemed like the way to go. This would give you the freedom to hopefully have a quiet ‘date’. But you can’t really know that for sure when the person you’re on a date with is a Pro Hero.

The sound of the bell above the front door rings. You look up and see him walk in. Sitting all the way in the back, you can’t even smell him scent. Weren’t Alpha’s supposed to have very strong scents? Maybe he’s on suppressants?

He scans the shop, probably looking for you. His eyes land on you. He walks over and sits across from you. He leans back against the chair and swings his right arm over the arm rest while the left one is resting on the table. His eyes trail down from your face to the drink in your hands.

“I see you couldn’t wait for me to arrive,” he gruffly says.

“Uh-uhm, yeah. Sorry, I was super early. I hope you don’t mind.”

The silence that spreads between you two makes your Omega feel uncomfortable. Something doesn’t feel right and you’re starting to think that the Alpha in front of you truly doesn’t want to do any of this. So, to make it a little more bearable for yourself, you pump out a small amount of calming pheromones. Just to take the edge of this meeting.

Bakugou keeps looking at you. Until he finally picks up the menu card and says: “It’s fine. It’s your day, after all.”

He was right, you figured. But you still wanted him to have a pleasant time today too.

And so the day continues. The conversation isn’t very lengthy or deep. You discuss basic things like work, hobbies, favorite food. After a while the conversation kind of dies down. You suggest you two head out and into town. The man in front of you doesn’t seem overly thrilled about it, but still agrees.

When you go up to the front to pay, you hear him quickly walking up to you. He pulls your arm back. Surprised, you let out a small sound of shock and look up at him. A confused look is on his face and he pulls his hand away from you.

“The heck are you trying to do?”

Confused, you say: “Uh, paying?”

“I see that, but why? Omegas don’t pay when they’re with Alphas.”

Wow. At first you didn’t know how to respond to this remark. True, Omegas usually aren’t the ones paying on dates. In the past an Alpha would go out and hunt for their Omega. Since the hunting days are over and many Omegas work nowadays, treating them on dates are a way to show the Omega they can provide for them.

“Well,” you say as you hand over the money to the Beta barista behind the counter and thank him, “I don’t know about other Omegas, but I’m perfectly capable of paying for drinks too. I can provide just as well as any Alpha.”

You two walk outside and turn left to head into town. You’ve been meaning to go to the bookstore and hopefully find some new reading material. Two birds, one stone, right?

“Tsk, should’ve known a rich Omega like you doesn’t like to be told what to do,” Bakugou mumbles to himself.

You stop in your tracks. What? Was that really what he thought of you? A rich and snobby Omega?

Realizing you’re not walking beside him anymore, Bakugou turns around. Your head is bowed in shame. Normally your scent smells like peaches and hazelnuts, but now it turns into that of rotten fruit. You feel called out. For winning the lottery, for treating this Alpha to some drinks, for basically buying yourself a date with someone who clearly wishes to be anywhere else but here.

Your voice shakes, but you gather all your courage. “I’ll admit I was given a lot more financial freedom recently. And yes, I don’t like being told what to do. I believe everyone should be treated equally, regardless of their second gender. But I have never in my life asked for something. I was taught to work hard, to help people and to help and reward the people that help you.”

You pick up your head and look him straight in the eyes, politely smile and say: “I’m sorry you had to do this. This isn’t really how you planned your day would go. You can go, if you want to.”

As you pass him, determent to still go to the bookstore, you feel a weight being lifted from your heart. It really is unfair to the Alpha to make him go on a date with someone he doesn’t like. Deep down inside your Omega whines sadly. She recognized a good and safe provider in the Alpha, one who isn’t driven by hormones to just get an Omega pregnant. One who isn’t controlled their Alpha status. Too bad his Alpha isn’t interested in the Omega.

“Fuck, crap- wait! Shit!”

The cursing Alpha quickly catches up to you. He stops in front of you, holding up his hands to halt you. “Okay, fuck-just… let me explain.”

You cross your arms at him and wait for him to continue.

“Okay, so… Listen, I’ve been a real dick to you. Not just today, but basically since that charity event when I gave you my card. It was wrong of me assume anything about you. Shit Y/N, you’ve been nothing but nice to me. You don’t mind carrying the cost of a date, you’re not flaunting it around town that you’re spending time with a Pro Hero, you put up with my shitty responses and that isn’t how you should be treated. Or anyone for that matter! You deserve a proper date. So just, maybe I can make it up to you?”

By the end of his apology, Bakugou practically gives you angry puppy eyes in an attempt to ask for forgiveness. He reminds you of an angry Pomeranian. Smiling, you tell him that you forgive him. This day is supposed to be a fun one.

“But! You’ll have to carry the books I’ll buy as a punishment. And just so you know, I always come out with two shopping bags,” you tell him.

Bakugou just grins. “Fine. They’ll probably weigh nothing for me.”

Something in the air changes. A little sniff of your nose helps you identify the change. The scent coming from the Alpha next to you is slightly peaked. You heard that when an Alpha is preening their scents get stronger. You hardly think that’s the reason. Maybe it’s just because he’s in better mood now. Whatever the reason, you find yourself agreeing with your Omega; it’s a very nice scent.

 ~ An hour and a half later ~

 “I’ve never met someone who spends over an hour inside a bookstore!”

“I told you when we came in that it could take a while,” you reply to Bakugou’s complaints.

“You do this with nesting stuff too? You know, blankets and shit,” he asks.

In both his hands, Bakugou is carrying a bag containing close to twenty books you can add to your bookcases back at home. Even underneath the sleeves of his hoodie you can see the muscles of his arms. He’s not as bulky as Pro Heroes Deku and Red Riot, but those muscles are pretty impressive. You bet your money that those thighs could squish a watermelon. You can practically feel the water filling your Omega’s mouth. She wants nothing more than to chomp down on those delicious shoulders. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind that either.

You remember you were asked a question. “I do. How else am I gonna know I made the right choice? All of those blankets and shit, as you put it, go in my nest. I’m at my best with a perfect nest.” A confident smile forms on your face and from the corner of your eye you can see Bakugou looking at you. A small smirk creeps up on his face.

While enjoying our little banter, you both failed to notice the Alpha towards the two of you. Until he opened his mouth. “I bet I can make your nest even better, little Omega.”

The other guy stops right in front of you, completely ignoring the Alpha next to you. You’re shocked and take a step back to create some distance between you again. But the guy doesn’t let up and steps closer again.

“No, now get lost,” you firmly say. This wasn’t the first Alpha-asshole you encountered.

“Awh, why the sour face, baby? Bet I’ll be more fun than the hedgehog here.”

“Oi, asshole! She said to get lost.” The smells of pheromones of two Alphas are dominating the air. The strongest one being the creepy guy, Bakugou’s not so much. You honestly confused on that point. With an Alpha as desirable as Bakugou, you truly expected a stronger scent.

You can’t help but release your own distressed scent. The tension is getting to you. Even other people noticed and are stopping to see how this plays out.

The creep briefly looks at Bakugou before returning his attention on you. “Come on, baby. Ditch this  guy and then you and I can have our fun. What do you say?”

He extends his hand to put it on our waist and before you know it, you slap his hand away and punch him in the face. He stumbles back while cupping his now bleeding nose. Screaming in pain and shouting names at you. He’s beyond pissed; punched by a fucking Omega!

The adrenaline is pumping through you and every instinct in your body is telling you to run. Hide. Find an Alpha to protect you. You’re frozen on the spot. Your mind shutting down.

That’s when you feel a hand tugging you away. Your Omega recognizes the person this scent belongs to. Caramel candy apples. Bakugou.

You don’t know where he’s taking you. Your mind still processing things. All you know is to follow. ‘Cause he’ll lead to safety. Alphas keep Omegas safe. Follow. Safety. Alpha.

By the time you get to take in your surroundings, you realize you’re in an office. An office? What are you doing here? You look around and see a wooden desk with a black leather chair. A small bookcase, a closet and a couch with coffee table. A puffy black rug is covering the wooden floor, complimenting the one black wall behind you. The other walls are a tinted orange color.

The scent hanging in this office is… comforting. Soothing. Safe. You’re safe in here.

You’re seated on the couch. Wrapped in something soft. A blanket. A big, fluffy and soft blanket. The scent is even stronger on the blanket. You slowly inhale, imprinting this delicious mix of sweetness. After a couple seconds you finally notice the man next to you. Bakugou grins as he sees your focus shifting to him.

“I take it the blanket is approved,” he jokes.

You slowly nod. This small little cocoon makes you feel less vulnerable. Just like the presence of Bakugou next to you. It feels right. “Where are we?”

“Oh yeah, fuck. We’re at my agency. This is my office.”

You’re confused. “Your office? Why? I’m sorry, I kind of… froze. Can you tell me what happened afterwards?”

The smile that spreads on his face makes you feel funny inside. “What happened?! Y/N, you punched that fucker right in his fucking face! Shithead had it coming, tho. You just beat me to it. Omega or not, you know how to fight.”

You two look at each other and burst out laughing as you think back to that glorious moment. The creep definitely didn’t see your punch coming. It feels good to know the man next to you thinks you’re a decent fighter. He seems to actually be enjoying your company. Maybe he’s one of those people that are careful with who they get comfortable with. It feels good to know he feels like he can relax a bit more around you now.

You jokingly nudge him and say: “I bet I can even take you on, you big grump.”

“Oh yeah?” His eyebrow is raised, grinning with his canines on display. “Prove it then.”

Knowing a challenge when you see one, you keep your eyes fixed on his cardinal ones and slowly lean in closer. Baring your neck to the side in submission to lure in his Alpha. Your Omega is very pleased by the motion. Just as he moves to lean in too, you throw the blanket in his face, grab his neck and shove him down on the ground. Stradling him and jabbing your elbow into his side, pressing your nails into the skin of his neck.

Smiling down at the man below you; “How’s that, Alpha?”

A short lived victory as he snarls and the two of you roll over, with Bakugou keeping you pinned underneath his weight. He may not look like it, but this man weighs a ton!

“If you’re trying to be a worthy opponent, why not call me by my first name? It’s ‘Katsuki’,” he breathes heavily atop of you.

Next to your ear you hear a low grumbling sound. Still seeing this as a playfight you laugh and reach back. Your fingers finding pressure points in his neck, making him let go of you. This gives you the chance to overpower him again and straddle him once more while holding his wrists above his head.

Victorious once again, you look down. Growling and teeth bared, the air around you growing thick. The smell surrounding you hits you like thunder. The caramelized candy apple scent overwhelming your senses. Your eyes travel down to his neck and see something you failed to notice before; gland patches. Patches to block someone’s scent from becoming too noticeable. That’s why the other Alpha smelled so much stronger. But now, now you’re drowning in it. You can pick up on rage, possessiveness and… arousal. As much as he’s growling and snarling at you, you know that he’s enjoying this too.

Chuckling at you, he cranes his neck. His face now closer to you than a moment ago. “I’m pretty sure I just got my ass handed by the most perfect Omega.” His words push through the alarm bells his instincts are sending off. His Alpha is not pleased about being pinned down. But as it takes in the Omega’s scent of peaches and hazelnuts, it can’t help but lie down and surrender itself to this tasty smelling Omega. An Omega that can fight back. An Omega that can hold him close. An Omega worthy of carrying his pups.

His Omega.

Before either can properly get out any words Bakugou has wrestled his hands free and grabs a hold of your hips while your hands pull his face closer and seal the distance between your lips. The taste of sugar coated apples is even stronger on his lips and you can’t get enough of it.

His fingers press deeply in your skin, kneading the flesh. His hips pushing upwards while holding you in place. The low rumbling sound in the back of his throat being accompanied by your mewling. You wanted more of him, your Omega needed more.

The Alpha makes his displeasure heard. You both part to breathe in fresh air. His lidded eyes are on fire and following every movement you make. Your hands slip down to his collarbones and settle on his shoulders. The path of your hands make Bakugou throw back his head. His body is pressing into yours desperately, like he has no control over it anymore. His growling increases in volume.

Through gritted teeth he manages to speak to you. “Fuck, Omega. What are you doing to me?”

Taking a leap of faith, you answer: “I don’t know. All I know right now is that I need capable Alpha to take care of me. Are you that Alpha, Katsuki?”

Before you can even blink, you’re being rolled over again. This time you’ll let him have his way. His hands are sliding their way up to your chest, grabbing the front of your shirt and tearing it apart. You try to protest, but you’re stopped by the warning growl of his Alpha. You lay back down and occupy yourself with running your fingers through his hair. Your gently massage making the Alpha let out a content sound.

Entranced by the man above you, you hardly even notice his onslaught on your clothes. And his own clothes. Getting those replaced will be a worry for later, your Omega decide. All you need to focus on right now is Katsuki. You want this Alpha to mate you and it needs to happen right now, or else your Omega just might perish on the spot.

That’s when you feel it. The hard and heavy feeling of his cock rutting itself against your core. Your body can’t help but react to it and release a good amount of slick. Katsuki’s mouth nipping along your collarbones as your bare you neck in submission. You feel his fangs graze your scent glands and you start to whimper desperately.

“Fuck, Y/N. Keep making those pretty noises,” Katsuki says.

“Yes, Alpha, yes. Just-ah shit! Just fuck me already!” you loudly exclaim.

Now who is Katsuki to deny such a nice plea from such a good Omega?

Wasting no time, he slides himself inside. The stretch making you cry out for more, deeper, more, anything he can give you. You just know you need more. Barely able to hold himself back from ramming himself inside and fucking you like you’re in a heat, he takes his time for your to fully take him in. A sigh of satisfaction leaves you both when he finally does.

Your legs wrap around his waist and try to pull him deeper in. Your fingers curl around his spikey locks and tug harshly to get him moving. Grunting, Katsuki finally complies. Being buried inside you sends him into over-drive. You feel too damn good around him. He feels too good inside you as he sets in a brutal rhythm. You’re pretty sure no other man could ever make you feel this good. No other Alpha could ever please your Omega ever again. Feeling his body slam into yours like his life depends on it is possibly the best feeling in the world. Your lungs are sending out a mix of his name, pleas for more, for him to go faster.

Katsuki can’t help it, he can’t stop himself anymore. He need to do this, he needs you, his Alpha needs to mate your Omega. Give her everything she wants and all that she’ll take. Only the best for his Omega, he will be worthy of giving her pups.

You can feel the base of his cock starting to inflate. His knot. His knot is growing. As soon as you notice, you start to claw at his back. A need filling you till the point you’re almost bursting.

“Alpha! Knot, please- Alpha, knot me- I need- Need your knot, Alpha!” you scream in desperation.

He wants to. Oh, he wants to so badly. But in the back of his mind there’s one braincell left that tells him that now is not the time nor the place. His Omega deserves better.

“You deserve better than to be knotted in my office, Y/N,” he moans, “please give me a chance to give you something better one day. I’ll be the best fucking Alpha there is!”

You love the sound of that. Something better. Somewhere in the future. A future with Katsuki. “Yes, Kastuki! Only you, you’re the only Alpha, please, I’m so cl-“

The moment he sinks his teeth into the flesh just above your collarbone, you’re send into a world of blinding lights and exploding fire. His name keeps falling from your lips. The waves of fire keep pulsing through your body.

The tight grip around him becomes too much for Katsuki. He needs to pull out or else he’ll knot you for sure. When he you keep chanting his name, he pulls out and covers you in thick, long, white streams of his cum. Covering you in his seed, marking you as his in an obscene, but beautiful way.

“Look at you, perfectly covered in my cum,” he pants.

You preen at the compliment. A content scent is released. The smell of a happily fucked Omega. Katsuki could get addicted to this smell.

With the shredded pieces of clothing he cleans you up. He pulls the blanket you discarded earlier over you both as he lies down next to you. Your tired and warm body cuddles closer to him. He drinks in your scent a you purr softly.

“What did you have the blanket for in your office?” you ask with a yawn.

Katsuki looks down at your half-asleep face. A smile forms on his lips as he gently kisses the top of your head.

“I kept it for my future mate.”

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[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Last legacy MC leading the remaining star sworn to live for hope. And old fic idea I had in my drafts I edited just now. Rime and elowen deserve attention as the baddest villains alive for better or for worse!!

A burst of black flames blazed past my head hitting the sealed crystallized door frame. Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the darkened labyrinth, of where time and space froze to "The Lord of Shadows" free will. No matter how hard I resisted in the end the final outcome was surviving in his endless nightmares he created into reality. Wretched skellingtons Felix resurrected roamed Mournfall's soil as the three Starsworn had slowly lost to their inner demons. The first time I saw the poster I brushed it off but it stuck in my curious mindset. Waiting for this agnozing, painful ending to swallow myself whole with this magical world scorching up above the dreams and hope the star sworn strived to obtain. To be selfish for once in our lives we would experience together as a found family. 

(How could I lead them into corruption for my selfish desire to go home? What type of person does this?...... I am a sinister person.) 

BOOM!! 

Clack!?

 Elowen stopped kicking at the door just to start demolishing it with broken rubble. When she keeps doing it Rime rushes her in an instant. Grabbing her wrist she tries to fight back, "Get the-Fuck….OFF…. me!!"

"You think you're the only one trapped here! Stop thrashing about before you hit something to cave us in more ...nobody gets in nobody gets out." He releases her slowly as she hisses under her breath. 

"This is all your fault, you dreadful undead deer-!!", the ever so chilled elowen shrieks between choked sobs. 

Startling his psycho-manic laughter ricochets off the jagged walls, his tries burning into his gloved bloody hands. "Yeah, I am a monster. However…. What the FUCK is your excuse?! If it wasn't for "dying for my ex" I could be off somewhere eating fondue with….my old friends." He doesn't budge to glance at me when I somely stand up battered and wounded. We stand there in hush silence not daring to sever it. 

Sadly, I can't help but run my mouth, "Loath my existence all you want... I get it." I breath in the undead ashes falling all around from the fight above us in Mournfall.

No, you don't get to take the burden I should have -, he cuts me off as he sneers into the abyss but then he swallows a groan. 

"No Rime. I can only imagine why you both came after me for what you both so desired at the beginning. You "Elowen" sought revenge for a life that wasn't only taken from this hateful world, but told you himself, he cherished you and his legacy. He didn't deserve to die like that. I turn to rime with tears in my eyes, "Neither did you. Both their gazes on me I wallow, "Nor did either of you have to bear the burden of losing someone you cared so much in life or death." 

Her beaten body collapses to the floor, the most vulnerable sight I've seen of her since she last talked of her brother's death. Unlike rime who stiffens with a dreadful expression no one else will witness but myself.

"And everyone we believed in is up there fighting a war that was ours to begin with. And yet, here we are fighting an endless quarrel down here with he did, she did, they did….Shit!", I glare at my broken reflection in a cesspool filled with utter regret and sorrow below my soaked toes. 

"I am sorry that I got in the way of releasing each of your wrath. Your only way of bonding with others is to fight and survive now."

"But… Rime I am not sorry, I came into either of your lives", I lift my head seeing them stare at me with utter shock or distress. (I'm done biting my tongue!) "I will always hate living in a world with struggles and regret. No one is perfect, good, nor bad in this situation we're in right now. Especially, I dislike both of you trying to give up on yourselves when our friends need us more than ever!!"

"Even still I "can not" help all at the same time even with the training I worked so hard to improve to stop being a burden on everyone", I breathed, a sigh of relief I kept hidden all this time. 

More tears start to well up as my chest heaves with this unwanted pain I held all this time. "I wanted everyone around me to feel like they could count on me. The pain I felt of being useless never wavered. It never let up, until I met everyone here in Astrea. All I did was smile for everyone but myself. And you each saw right through me before I noticed. I loathed myself for it."

"I-.....

"So what!" 

"You want pitiness!?", Elowen snarls at me with sullen eyes where she had been silently wallowing. "Whatever the reason you came here for was not a MISTAKE. You say you won't pity us, except you want us to look down on you after forgiving us day by day. Don't stand there trying to give a pep talk when you need it more than anyone!!!", she chokes on her words as if she cut her vocal cords. 

"That's not what I…

"She's right."

 (!?) 

My eyes burn with the tears dripping down my heated face. Rime only seems to be looking straight through me as if I weren't even there in front of him. He starts to walk over as he leans down to lock eyes with mine. Holding my breath I observe every white freckle exhibited with anxiety and regret written across his furrowed face. 

The hitch of my breath doesn't help but spook me as his right hand clutches my shoulder. Tightening his grip I can hardly catch my next breath of air as I stare into his blood-shot eyes. Sulking, he reels me into his scarred chest to stroke my head.

"Redemption is a joke", he pouts. 

"There is still a chance…!", I mumble with a somber tone.

"So sure of your words and actions. Never a dull moment with you", his breathe soothes my shaking nerves. "You cease to surprise me...which is irritating in some cases."

Shrieking into the dark, "We can still fix our mess!"

"Mc, please do possess a little common sense left within your flimsy body."

"I do. Thanks for asking."

"Jokes with you... always." 

"And yandere vibes with you!", I stare him down squinting as the echoes of our voices dull out. "An ex-stars sworn leader and a berserker are what will help distract our common enemy long enough to gain the others attention. I have a shitty plan; I just need a distraction to be able to get to higher ground. From what I recall Anisa is fighting skeleingtons. Felix is brewing another storm of the undead while sage…. Is a huge ass dragon-beast." 

"We are going up there to not fix the mess we made. We are going to fight our friends to knock some sense back into them. That white jackass- lord of shadows will not win. Preferably, we'll fight till our final breath, known as the people who shattered the world. Or stay here as monster's, as countless lives are taken by our friends who deserve a happily ever after!"

Heat spills from my body as I stride past both of them. I focus upon finding my magic as I feel a hand touch my back. A source of energy flows within me as my veins begin to glow with essence. Swiveling behind me I see Rime beating his wicked smile upon me as he lends me his magic. Or rather our shared relic. 

"Do you think I let you have all the glory, darling?" He tilts his head down to bump his forehead against my lovestruck expression.

"Ha, ...you look like a drooling mess, Mc!", he laughs with utter passion.

I turn away with a flush of color as I focus on unbinding the wards. Elowen walks up ahead of us head held high with determination as her tail sways. Her fluffy ears twitch slightly as she grabs my shoulder, not even bothering to look at me. I can't help but smile a devious smile as the wards begin to shatter from the astrolabe. Invisible chains falling to the stone floor with thunderous sounds. And all I can think is that I want to live with regret than die with it. For merely, just a second if possible, I would prevail with or without regret to hold my found family once more.

P.S.: Still open for requests. Working on more last legacy fics. Don't really like this one fic but any content is better than none unlike.....someone.

[celestialholz]

Celestial Live-Reacts: STP 2.2, 'Penance'

Well I've already seen at least twenty very interesting gifs of this episode, let's fucking goooo

The red grid's everywhere?

"How 'Yesterday's Enterprise' of you." This man's been on the screen for three seconds and he's already breaking the fourth wall, I fucking adore him 😍

"You're the very board upon which this game is played." Q into roleplaying confirmed? Entities You Don't Want As Your DM include 😂

"Old, yes! How unfair time is... so many wrinkles. So many disappointments." Ah well, good to see that three decades hasn't harmed de Lancie's ability to sell the absolute shit out of a scene, my god. The bitterness is almost tangible 😭

That almost face-touch was him stopping himself because he doesn't want to actually confirm his own words and touch the wrinkles, I'm fucking done

"The chase is cut, Picard; the chase is bleeding, the chase is dying in your arms, and I am but a suture in the wound." Jesus H. Christ John, your acting sir? Honestly, you don't just come along and be a perfect foil to the brilliance that is Patrick Stewart, and this man's always managed it effortlessly ❤❤

This whole scene is so gay, I adore it to tiny pieces 😍😍

Today on 'Celestial Hazards a Guess': this situation is putting Q under considerable mental strain to amend because it's so widespread. I don't actually think it's a physical health issue? I'm going with PTSD. 🤔

... He didn't want to tell him that did he, oh dear

He's saving his fucking life and entire timeline because he loves him and Picard still won't look twice at him, I am dead my dudes 😣😭

We're in an AU fanfic boys, get hype

"You see, I thought to myself, I thought - I really must see Jean-Luc." This whole exchange is ice-cold, but this? Yeah no, this is the only honest thing here

"So I simply sought out the nearest explosion." 😂😂 Valid

"Oh I could tell you, but you're far too clever to listen." Very Tapestry...

"We're never too old to be students of our own behaviour, Jean-Luc..."

... And then he hits him? Actually fucking PHYSICALLY?! Brooo, there is DEFINITELY something wrong with this entity's psyche, as if he would ever 👀

"And I've had enough of your obstinance, your stubbornness, your insistence in changing in all ways but the one that matters!" You, erm... way to show a guy your heart there, good lords above ❤

'Penance'... a punishment laid upon oneself for their transgressions. This man has not done his homework and Mr Q is angry 😶

I'm kinda loving these clicks where nothing much seems to happen until it does - I'd say it was lazy, but I'm thinking it's indicative of the mental state now. No flashiness, all substance - his usual opposite 🤔

Mirrorverse? Are we really mirrorversing right now

"Through a mirror, darkly - and here, the man who holds the glass is darker still." I get that this is Picard's horror story, but the 'man who holds the glass' here is Q in showing him all this, and I love that dichotomy

... That's Gul Dukat? Oh shi -

Martok and Sarek? Mirror!Picard is pantomime levels of evil, damn sir

A girl needs to write a Qcard mirror fic, clearly

"This is the only life you understand"????? What

"But don't worry - I won't let you do this alone." My heart. 😍😍

"Do you wish for me to respond to the designation 'Q', sir?" Look what your nonsense has wrought Picard 😒

This really do be Tapestry 2 my dudes, fuck

This is still a James Bond intro sequence

The roses, though, murder me personally - rose-tinting, Tapestry roses, symbol of general love, and courage...

... Hang on, all of that was just the cold open? Fucking damn son, this series goes hard lmao

Picard is space Hitler now. Okey-doke 🙃

"Colombian roast, black." "... This really is the circle that Dante overlooked." 😂😂

... I mean this timeline's garbage, buuuut Picard also doesn't suddenly have a random romantic interest from nowhere, so...

'Eradication Day'. Oh fuck

Oh hello Seven, you beautiful lady you 😍😍

Is she married?

Where do I get me an electronic candle that realistic

If they had to give Seven a husband, it should have been Robert Beltrane for full and complete levels of sitcom nonsense

General Sisko, god fucking help us all 👀

Love this bloody friendship between Rios and Seven, it's so wholesome ❤

What did you do to my son's girlfriend

The matriarchal love 😍😍

"I want this one kept alive - for questioning!" "I don't know anything!" 😂 Precious child, bless him ❤

Even in the mirrorverse, Agnes is operating on -100% and I feel that spiritually

Spot-73 is an icon. He's giving me absolutely nothing and I love him 😍

... Are they about to finish exterminating the Borg? Oh, very good - I await Picard's split opinion with great interest 👀

Even the Queen thinks Agnes is too quirky, damn 🤣

'The Borg Queen has a kind of trans-temporal awareness' - ahhhhhh, intriguing

That is a spectacular villain HQ

These little interlinks to how they reconnect are wondrous

"Say what now?" Oh Raffi ❤

Ohhh, so she has 'commitment issues'? Well, that explains something in this show, for once

... It's not an AU?

'Mr Alphabet' 😂😂

"This morning, even for Q, he seemed... unstable. Not quite sane." Is that concern I detect Jean-Luc, good lord - a writer might think you care... 👁👄👁

Elnor completely missing sarcasm gives me life

"A friend, a foe, and now..." Now what exactly

Spirk mention, hurrah!

Jeri is on fire here, this Queen chemistry's glorious

Annika 'Seven Shots'? Up your game sweetie, you'd never have survived my university 😂

Noooo Elnor 😣

So many relationship issues in this show, so little build-up

YES ELNOR 😘

"Time travel is not a way to make me feel better, about anything" - me during 95% of Trek time travel storylines

I'm with Rios here, fuck connecting that to my ship

NOOO ELNOR 😭😭

"Killed whilst rescuing a Borg." I, Borg Picard would never

... Wow, guys.

Celestial Rating: 8/10.

Whatever the fuck the space husband's up to, it's hugely compelling - and this new, dystopian alternative future's beautifully realised. Even Agnes didn't irritate me this week. Very promising.

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

I love modern au. Or any “everything is fine, no one died, it’s just a fever dream” au. Half of me is thinking, damn maybe I should answer this serious- LOL HAHA no. That’s not happening. Time to crack my knuckles and let my brainworms take over again.

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. I want to switch up my characters from the last brainworm post but I included Kaeya and Diluc.

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Today’s appreciation post goes to twistedwishes. Hey! I’ve been seeing you pop up a lot lately and thanks for the support 💕💕 I hope things are going better for you and you’re doing alright^^ I feel kinda bad for making appreciation posts on crack fics but hopefully this is somewhat funny haha. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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Diluc

Absolute pretty boy who has braincells, but only if Kaeya is not there. In his mind, Kaeya’s presence makes his room loose 40% of their common sense. He can’t prove it just yet but he’s working on it. He majors in accounting but also has a minor in marketing, logistics’ management, fia- he majors everything business related. He’s going to become the next Elon Musk through smarts or by getting the competition drunk. There can be no contest if he’s the only candidate. He’s actually a hard working guy that overworks and stresses way too much. You have daily “Diluc recharge” evenings where he just hangs onto you while you go through your day.

“Don’t fucking talk to me until I’ve had my coffee,” except there is no coffee - he drinks grape juice out of juice boxes and his only energy boost is when he meets up with you - and that’s his constant mood. So he usually only hangs around you and Jean, since she has childhood friend status and is actually an angel. By default, Lisa is added and Diluc doesn’t mind her but if he see’s Kaeya, it’s full on war paint mode. If he's not busy with work or studies, he's usually with you either in your dorm or his apartment.

He has a fanclub and he seriously hates it and tries to do everything in his power to get Ningguang to take it down. Shouldn’t this be against his rights? But she refuses for whatever reason and makes a whole speech about free will. No matter what he does, someone manages to take a picture and it get’s printed in the university’s newspaper. The only bonding time he has with Kaeya is every Monday, where they collect and burn all the universities newspapers before anyone can get their hands on it. You always bring marshmallows to make smores during their arson activities.

“When I graduate I’m going to burn this school down to the ground. That’s not a threat it’s a promise.”

Ningguang

Is secretly the leader of the Diluc fanclub - not that she likes Diluc, she’s in a questionable platonic poly marriage with you and Beidou - but it was the easiest way to gain funds for the student council. Which she is the president of, so rip Diluc the fanclub stays. Ruthless business woman I tell you. But she can run in heels so her danger factor rises by at least 20%.

Majors in social sciences and law but more specifically the political science & government. She saw the Imperial State Crown that the Queen of England wears and says yes, that’s mine now. If she’s not with Beidou and you planning on “how to infiltrate the state government just for lols”, then she’s with Keqing, Ganyu, and Zhongli discussing student council things. Should they or should they not tell the student body that they can see everyone’s search results? Sit back and relax as the school goes into chaos. 

She’s probably the scariest person on campus No, she is the scariest person on campus. She’s the scariest person on campus. But secretly she’s popping 20 aspirins just to make it through a night. She has the digestive system of steel. She still holds the title of "seriously do not try and beat her in a drinking game it's never going to happen" and that's her proudest achievement in life but sadly she can’t put it on her resume. Kaeya is still trying to beat her out of spite but so far it hasn't been working. You’re seriously concerned for her when she get’s challenged but Beidou gives you a way-to-hard slap on the back and cheers her on. If Ninngguang somehow get’s alcohol poisonings she’ll somehow find away to make a profit out of it.

"I'll let him die, I'll get the insurance money."

Kaeya

One day he chugged too much mouth wash, passed out, and somehow woke up in university majoring in law. His idea is that if he is apart of the law, he can therefore stand above it. To be fair, his only goal in life is to say “I am the manager” and he can go live the rest of his life in bliss or as a hermit. He’s secret best friends with you but wouldn't be caught dead beside you. He will stab a bitch if you ever get hurt but will still trip you on the way home. Seriously, you have no idea why people find him attractive. Your guess is it’s the eye patch or the clap of his ass cheeks that keeps alerting everyone.  

He’s apart of the newspaper club and if anyone asks: No, he has no idea who keeps taking all the newspapers and burns them in the back of the campus. Originally, he joined because he was nosy and needed to join some type of club for his resume. He sometimes feels bad for his junior assistant Amber because he keeps tricking her and says that Diluc is secretly a demon that is trying to steal all the jobs and is apart of the lizard government hell bent on eradicating the human race. He even brought out a whiteboard for this joke, he’s dedicated to his job ok? 

The type of guy to try and be humble and say his work is “okay” but will choke a bitch if anyone agrees. He tends to leave everything last minute and says that it’s his drug since actual drugs could land you one year in prison and a maximum penalty of $2,000. You have to awkwardly hold in your concerned mother head shake when you see him speed running his assignment literally right when the professor is walking around to check if students finished. 

“I was taught how to lead not to read.”

Mona

Broke wallet #2. Zhongli is broke wallet #1 but Childe simps for him so is he really a broke wallet at this point? In this essay, I Mona Megistus, will explain why I have the rights to the title “Broke Wallet #1″...

Believes that astrology should be an actual career path but refuses to take astronomy as her major. I can read the stars not a textbook that tells me how to calculate the mass of the sun divided by the fucks I give. Instead she went into Philosophy and cries to Albedo, who is an actual prodigy genius- sir lend some braincells to everyone else please?, that her professor keep turning her paper down because “star reading” is not an academic source.

Fischl wants her to join the occult club because, surprisingly, Mona is very good at telling people’s fates through her crayon sketch ouija board. She thinks first year Fischl is cute but is put off by the cosplay roleplay that she has going on. She would join except that stupid hat wearing gremlin in her lit class would make fun of her if he found out.

You gave her half your lunch one day and bought her a doughnut "because she seemed upset" and "out of the goodness of your heart" whatever the hell that means. She thinks you pensioned it but once that thought comes she takes a bite. Poison from a doughnut is not the worst way to go out, classes are hard enough. She’s waiting for the lord to strike her down anyways. 

“Its not about passing, its about doing better than everyone else.”

Venti

Slept through most of highschool and people question how he got into university. He’s a music major (wow how fucking original is that), and if anyone asks him to serenade someone or just do anything, he’ll do it for the right price. Or if you buy him alcohol because he still keeps getting ID checked. He’s banking on Kaeya actually becoming a lawyer or being on good terms with Diluc so he can finally stop being arrested for looking like a toddler.

Takes one step into classes and quickly nopes out and goes back to bed. Professors have no idea how he hasn't dropped out or failed. He just has some god given talent. He does whine at you to pretty pretty please with a cherry on top tutor him because you're such an angel and would never leave your poor but awesome best friend hanging right? He needs to get this essay down but how he is suppose to explain how the number 10 is symbolic and connects to the universe or the meaning of life. Do you think he can just say it’s apart of his culture and make up some random myth to pretend it looks like he knows what he’s doing? 

He’s honestly going with the flow and put his brain on the back burner all of highschool and only now realizes wait, I actually have to use my brain?

He’s been banned from most club chats since Venti has the no chill card. Someone says “lol I look ugly today.” and he’ll respond "yup, you look like a cow." and he get’s banned. Zhongli keeps a speed run timer on his phone just to document these occasions.

"Sad spelled backwards is das and das how it be sometimes."

Childe

An actual dumbass that somehow does well. He eats sandwiches with the crust off, this heathen. Surprisingly he’s studying to become a physical therapist but most of his experience has come from breaking his own bones. You’re scared how he's going to be if he actually becomes a therapist. If he'll make bets with his patients or try to one up whatever crazy injury they get into. Everything is a challenge to him that sometimes the best way to deal with Childe is to knock him out. 

This man really knows the way to a Zhongli’s woman's heart. Through micro transactions. Mona saw him accidently drop $20 and just shrugged and walked off. She has never been both spiritually and physically offended in her life. She did take the $20 though. As much as you hate leeching on Chile when he’s basically a walking wallet that probably uses bills as tissue paper, you can’t help but give him puppy eyes while planning on how to get into his will. If he even plans on having one, he might honestly write “whoever wins in a gladiator style duel in my funeral’s tournament, they will get my fortune.”. 

Any sport the university offers Childe is probably in it. Which is how he met Zhongli, challenged him to a fight, proceeded to have his ass handed to him, got a backhanded compliment, and screamed to you he was in love and how he found his soulmate. He's secretly very sappy and has cried and watched every Disney and Pixar movie at least 28 times.

"IM NOT TOO SPICY! I’M A TINY BIT ABOVE MILD IF ANYTHING!”

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God if it isn’t Scaramouche, it’s Childe that ruins the aesthetic. This is why I hate you. Why do you people enable me like this, it isn’t even good. This is pretty much a @ yourself moment and I vibe hard with Venti. This entire post was just to make a joke about the clap of Kaeya’s ass cheeks alerting the guards.

This week might slow down since I have classes and assignments. My reply’s are gonna be late too, sorry;; (oh and thank you to everyone that was so supportive and nice when I mentioned it. All of you. Beautiful 💕💕 )