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Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet. 

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’ 

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face. 

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you."  Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!" 

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration." 

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully. 

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

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Unrequited, Terrifying Chapter 4

James Potter x Reader

Summary: While studying with the Marauders, you realise you misjudged them, rekindling feelings for your primary suspect…

Warnings: Extremely fluffy, nervous!james x shy!reader, some subtle wolfstar action in the background, idiots in love, oc!friends, lovesick!james, no use of Y/N, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, swearing, all fluff with a side of plot, intense pining and I mean INTENSE, James starts off scared of you but quickly learns to be openly in love, NOT EDITED!

Word count: 1.7K

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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Slipping through the aisles of shelves lined with books of spells and history, you made your way towards the tables and chairs scattered in the middle of the room. The furthest table was occupied by the four boys you were in search of: the Marauders.

Approaching the Gryffindor boys, you noticed the quiet passing of paper between Remus and James, both scribbling small notes in a hurried manner. “Ehem- hello…” you spoke softly once you were within hearing range. Four pairs of eyes shot up to meet yours, each looking more afraid of your presence than the last.

Remus graced you with a bright smile, mouthing “hey” in reply. Across from him sat Sirius, who wore a look of surprise that quickly shifted into a lopsided smirk, nodding in greeting. Peter was startled by your presence but showed no sign of genuine fright, unlike James.

The head boy sat at the end of the table, breath hitching when you spoke with eyes blown wide.

They had saved you a seat between James and Remus, which you promptly moved to, busying yourself to shift the attention off of you. You placed your material on the table, pulling out your notebook.

You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, shifting uncomfortably in your seat and glancing at the boy next to you, meeting his gaze before turning red and glancing back down.

Remus caught your attention, calling your name and gesturing to the book he had placed in front of you. “I thought we could revise the content in chapter four and quiz each other,” he said.

You and Remus were thirty minutes into your study session, writing with intention as you took pages of organised notes in dark ink before Sirius struck up a conversation.

“Your handwriting is very pretty,” he looked at you with a grin, “Prongs, look how neat her handwriting is!” After a beat, James shifted to look over your notes and gave a shy smile.

“Oh, Godric, he’s right…” he spoke softly, looking intently as he admired your penmanship like an artwork in the Louvre. His look of curiosity shifted when he met your gaze, gulping as he pushed back into his seat with rose cheeks. Your face was burning too.

“Thank you…” you stuttered out. Sirius was watching the interaction with a snarky grin plastered across his face, ready to push James’ buttons some more.

“I only bring it up because James has awful handwriting,” he stated, “See? It’s practically sprawled all over the place!” You glanced at the boy’s scattered writing, letters not quite aligning with each other across the page. You giggled, mustering a sense of courage as you sunk into comfortable banter with the group. “Well, whatever he’s doing with his writing seems to work, James always gets great marks in class!”

Sirius smirked at your praise, eyebrows raised and laced with visual sarcasm, as if to say “bold move, sweetheart”. You found the table of boys to actually be very easy to talk to. You glanced at James’ direction once more, admiring the bashful grin he showed you in thanks.

Your eyes met his writing again, noticing the boyish quality with which he wrote. It felt familiar, like you’d seen the print before. You took this as a sign that your feelings for the boy must have never really died after all, finding so much blissful comfort in his presence.

Remus reluctantly interrupted the moment again, realising he should at least act like studying was the only reason he invited you here. “Right, think you can handle a quick quiz now, love? Test that big brain of yours?” You closed your books and met his eyes, harvesting a glint of confidence in your own. “Bring it on.”

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“I invited her to study.”

“What?”

“We’re in the same class for History of Magic, she’s very good you know.”

“You mean, she’s coming here? Now?”

“Who did you think the empty seat was saved for?”

James’ eyes flashed emotion after emotion, from hope to excitement to nervousness, before finally settling on fear. The note traveling back and forth between Remus’ pen and his own was losing space, and he began to flip it over in order to scrawl a series of exclamations and offensive names directed at his friend.

The soft call of a greeting from your position standing by the table made him pause his actions, his heart plummeting into his stomach and swimming aimlessly. He backed further into his chair, praying to Merlin that he could merge with the wood and disappear.

When his prayers weren’t answered, his eyes flickered to the boy who caused this encounter to happen, cursing him with his gaze.

You had settled into your designated chair, so close that he could smell the intoxicating perfume you had deliberately sprayed this morning. His lips parted at the scent, imagining you would smell even sweeter with his nose buried in your neck, unruly curls being massaged by your soft touch, waist encapsulated in his grasp.

Your eyes met his, catching him explicitly staring at you through lidded eyes. Your quick reaction to turn away pulled him out of his trance, beginning to focus on his work once more.

James’ writing manifested as a mess of nerves and lovestruck adoration. He continued to steal quick glances at your pretty face, wise eyes, soft lips, delicate skin and sweet hair that framed your face in such a perfect way under the library lights.

He mentally blessed the table for obscuring his vision of your enticing legs and providing a physical barrier between himself and your warmth, otherwise he might just curl up at your side and drift off to sleep in the comfort you emitted.

Sirius’ utterance of “Prongs” brought his attention back to the group as he explained that your handwriting was pretty and James should look at it. When are you ever not pretty? Merlin, he was whipped.

James shifted to look over your notes, the links and chains between each letter more mesmerising than the last. “Oh, Godric, he’s right…” he whispered, still staring at the perfection on the page. You were perfect.

Your small thank you sounded flustered, calming him in the knowledge that there was a chance he could make you feel the same way he did, buzzing and warm in your presence.

Sirius continued teasing the boy, motioning for you to look at his awful handwriting. James let out a silent laugh at the sudden attention, though it manifested as more of an infatuated sigh as you curiously peered at his notes.

You turned to face Sirius again, before nonchalantly glancing back at James and smiling as you said his writing gets great marks in class nonetheless.

James was grinning ear to ear with a smile that could blind a crowd of angels, cheeks pigmented with a red glow and eyes squinting from pure joy. He wanted nothing more than to bask in the warmth of your quick wit and charming softness.

When the Marauders arrived back at their dorm that night, James rushed to his desk to spill his feelings onto a page. He quickly folded the note into another baby blue envelope, running over to the girls’ dorms and slipping the note below your door.

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The night was quiet, a soft breeze flowing through your open window. Your friends were tucked in and sleeping soundly as you gave into temptation and reread the messages you had received so far.

A subtle sound of commotion from your door stole your attention from the notes as yet another one appeared at its base, baby blue and addictive.

You scrambled to your feet, scooped up the message and jumped back into bed.

Throwing open the envelope marked with your name, you began to read its contents with a lovestruck haze to your vision.

“I long for you. You’ll never understand the sheer desperation you spark within me with every breath you take. My heart feels ripped out of my chest and locked away by your subtle glances, your bright smile, your shy demeanour. I want nothing more than to exist in the shelter of your love, capturing the sickeningly sweet tune of your voice in my long term memory to keep me sane. To keep me alive.” The note continued on the other side of the paper, which you flipped.

“I’ve been blessed with a proximity to you recently that can only be described as intoxicating. I breathe your attention. It fuels me to act a little more confident every time I see you, for all that you allow me gives me strength in my lovestruck prison, whispering sweet nothings to me in my dreams at the dead of night. Speaking of dreams, it seems the grasp your minor affection has on my attention forces me into a state of sleep paralysis, and I’m starting to think the only cure is your lips on mine and your presence in my lonely bed. If you haven’t realised who I am already, my love, time will tell. I’m so fucking obsessed with you, it’s unmissable. Forever yours.”

You gasped at the pure desperation demonstrated in the new addition to your growing pile of love letters. This boy was smitten, and you were finally beginning to accept the fact that you wished it was the first boy you had ever loved. You had tried to stay neutral about the situation, open to all who demonstrated such infatuation with you, but you prayed to Merlin that this boy was the one you wanted in return, one James Potter.

Sick with affection and drunk on love, you placed the note on top of the others as you began to sink into a deep slumber. Tomorrow you would return to the library with the Marauders, and you would do everything in your power to decipher if James really was who you wished he was.

The note flickered under the weight of the pressing autumn breeze, rustling the pages of uneven text once controlled by a messy hand.

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A/N: AHH I meant to wait to upload this one but I couldn’t help it so I rushed to finish it! The dynamic between these two is addictive to write about and I’m ashamed to say I’m flustered over my own writing ;-; As always, reblogs and likes are appreciated and comment if you want to be added to the tag list for chapter 5! <3

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Lovestruck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 1026

Summary: Steve has been holding in his feelings for a while now and finally decides he is ready to express them.

Warnings: Soft smut, unprotected sex, kissing, hand job, oral (fem), Steve with a beard (yes it’s a warning), using “accidental I love you’s during sex & sleepy domestic sex prompts.”

A/N 1: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo 💜 (any mistakes in spelling & grammar are my own. I wrote this on my phone)

A/N 2: divider by @whimsicalrogers & header by me.

A/N 3: This is for @mercurial-chuckles for their Smutty September Fest.

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Steve was usually up at the break of dawn to get his morning run done. He decides to stay in bed this morning as he holds your naked form close to his chest. Your soft snores fill his ears as he lightly chuckles to himself. His hand caresses your arm as he takes in your soft scent of vanilla and lilac. The scent soothes him as he relaxes in bed with you, contemplating how to express his new emotion, love. He has known for months that he loves you but has never expressed it because he was afraid it was too soon in your relationship. When was the right time to express it? As you try to cuddle closer he determines that today would be it. 

He moves his head to the side and kisses your forehead gently. You let out a soft whine and start to stir from your sleep. Your hand lightly drags across his stomach causing him to groan from his cock growing hard. Only your gentle touch could make him feel this turned on and needy for more. His lips kiss you again and he feels you start to stretch your limbs. Your right hand disappears under the blankets and softly strokes his length. Your lips kiss his chest as your hand strokes Steve up and down, drawing out his quiet groans. 

“Good morning, Steve,” you sleepily whisper as you slowly stroke his cock the way he likes. 

“Mor-morning love. Fuck, don’t stop.” Steve lets out a deep groan as your hand tightens around him as you work his cock faster. 

Steve’s hand moves to your breasts and lightly rolls your nipple between his fingers. You end up gasping out from the pleasure it brings you. He is trying his best to focus on you and not what that hand of yours is doing. If you keep stroking him the way you are, Steve knows he will cum before he even gets started. He gently rolls you to your back, your hand letting go of him, while he moves down your body kissing his way to where your pussy is. He softly pushes your legs apart and licks a stripe up your pussy then tenderly kisses your clit. You try to close your thighs around his head but his hands keep you wide open. Steve starts to eat you like a man starved. His tongue dives between your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit and all you can do is moan while he takes you apart. 

Your fingers find purchase in his hair as you feel his beard giving you the best burn while he takes you higher and higher. The knot in your stomach starts to form as you moan his name over and over again until finally, you fall off that ledge. Your arousal soaks his beard and all he can do is groan against you. Steve finally slows down as you start to twitch from being overstimulated. He makes his way back up your body, licking your arousal from his face. Steve situates himself between your legs as you stare up at him sleepily. He leans down and kisses your lips, his tongue and yours caressing one another in a dance for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist as his cock rubs against your wet pussy. Together you grind against one another until finally Steve’s tip catches on your entrance. Pulling slightly back from the kiss Steve smiles down at you.

“God, I love you, sweetheart. With all my heart and everything that I am. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with.”

Your eyes shine bright up at his blue ones. Did you hear him right in your sleepy state? Did he just confess his love? 

“Did you just say you loved me?” You asked.

He smiles down at you. “I did. I know it took some time but I mean it. I’m so in love with you, sweetheart.”

Your lips crashed against his again as tears welled up in your eyes. “I love you too, Stevie. Make love to me.”

With your answer, Steve pushes his cock into your wet pussy. The feel of his long, thick cock stretching you always takes your breath away. As he bottoms out you moan his name. Pulling his hips back to retreat to just the tip he gives you a hard thrust. Together you both make love to one another. Every thrust, every roll of your hips has you both groaning into the heavens above. There was no rush, just two bodies becoming one in the moment. 

Steve kisses your neck and whispers, “I love you,” into your ear.

Your fingers scratch down his back as he finds that special spot inside you. It nearly has you choking on a gasp and Steve knows you are close by your walls clenching around his manhood. 

“I love you too, Stevie,” you gasp out your reply. 

Steve speeds up his thrusts, skin starting to slap against skin, as he pounds into you. You can do nothing but hold on to him, your heels digging into his back as he takes you apart again. The knot forming in your stomach instantly breaks like a dam and you cum hard for him. Thrusting faster into you Steve chases his end and cums deep inside you. 

You both lay all tangled up together in bed and chuckle. 

“I can’t believe you said you loved me finally during sex Steve.”

He blushes at you, trying to hide his face in your neck. “I meant what I said. I love you so much that I want to wake up every morning and go to sleep every night telling you how much I love you.” 

“I want that too Steve. How about we get cleaned up and make breakfast.” 

“I would love that sweetheart. But first I’m going to take you in the shower again. I want to hear how much you love me while I take you apart.”

You squealed in delight as Steve chased you into the shower. It would be an amazing day now that you know how he felt.

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[aiyaxs]

"THE PERFECT GIRL." - lovestruck! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ trope: friends to lovers.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ genre: fluff.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ content includes: confessing, hand holding, hugging, and more.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ a/n: this is my first fanfic! hope i did good! <3

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ song: the perfect girl - mareux.

satoru first found out he felt lovestruck towards you when you helped him out with something, and when you smiled at him, saying `you're welcome.` while smiling, his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like it would fall out. he had to admit, you were maybe the prettiest woman he had ever seen in his eyes, the prettiest smile, everything about you was the prettiest in his eyes.

one time when you two were hanging out together, at some sort of a festival, you guy`s kept getting sweet foods, savory foods, played games, and all you guy's did was smile and giggle at each other, and satoru thought you were the key to his heart.

"she's so pretty, so beautiful, so, so-" his thoughts were mainly all about you, his romantic feelings for you, he wanted to be more than friends, if that wasn`t obvious enough yet.

"hey, satoru! wanna go play that game over there?" you pointed your finger at the game with the little pac-man arcade machine. he smiled while saying a simple of course!, so you guy`s rushed towards the pac-man machine. once you inserted the tickets to play the game, you guy's took turns playing. after a few turns, satoru tapped your shoulder, as if wanting to have some sort of a conversation.

"hey, can we talk.. in private?" he said, trying his best to put a smile on his face. you looked up at him with a confused face, as if asking `what are you talking about?`. you still, put a smile on your face before replying.

"sure." you guy`s then walked somewhere more private for this conversation. once you guy`s found somewhere more private, like an alleyway or something. you guy`s then stood across from each other with serious, straight faces. then, after some awkward silence, satoru finally spoke up, taking a deep breathe.

"i have something to.. confess?" satoru said, taking yet, another deep breathe, kind of hesitating to say what he was gonna say, thinking you wouldn`t feel the same way as him.

"i like- no, i love you." you still had a straight face, just all that was really different about your expression was the widened eyes on your face. after some silence and thinking, you took both of his hands in yours, smiling with a dash of blush covering your cheeks.

"oh satoru... i like you too, but please, don`t be so hesitant about this.." your smile was so evident to his heart, he couldn't stop from hugging you lovingly, yet so tightly. he buried his face into your shoulder, kind of near the side of your neck.

"thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." was all satoru could murmur out of his mouth, he was so evidently happy at this very specific moment.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for reading. reblog's, likes, comments and follow's are appreciated greatly!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ sincerely, aiya.

[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 4: Weird

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles

A/N: This is super short but that’s because there’s no time to beat around the bush😂 I am excited for y’all to see the next part✨

[the-kr8tor]

I finally caved in. Hello Katy may I request cowboy Hobie with a farmer reader who live on a ranch together. (That’s the main idea but you could change or add anything also your choice to make it angsty/fluff etc.). 🤠

Cowboy! Hobie request let's gooooo!!! Thank you for requesting! 😘

Pairing: Cowboy! Hobie Brown x Fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Cowboy AU, Western AU, established relationship, lovestruck Hobie, FLUFF.

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You're ogling. It's not a crime to ogle your partner per se but with how your horse Luna is currently side-eyeing you whilst you brush her mane, ogling should be illegal. Or at least in your shared ranch. How could you not ogle Hobie when he looks like that?

You sigh deeply, eyes shaped like hearts at his glistening chest. Sweat dripping on his skin like tiny diamonds sparkling in the heat of the golden sun. His arm muscles are prominent as he heaves heavy hay bales over his shoulder. The blue jeans he's currently sporting hugs his legs perfectly like it was tailored only for him. Belt buckle glimmering, a dark cowboy hat protecting him from the sun, and dark cowboy boots to match— you should be arrested by how your eyes are glued to him and him only— even though your animals need your attention.

He knows that you're staring with how his pierced lips subtly curl into a smirk and how he's currently making an effort to stay in your line of sight even though the hay bales definitely don't need to be placed a few feet away from the field to the barn. He has been going back and forth for a while that he feels like his feet have carved a path on the dusty field.

You sigh longingly again and Luna has had enough of you. She huffs loudly, air coming out of her pink nose, head bumping yours to get your attention when her neighing couldn't.

“Hey, girl, what's your problem?” You pat her nose to calm her down. She kicks at the dusty ground, making sure her annoyance is palpable. “Carrots right, sorry.”

You swear you heard Hobie chuckle. But when you turn to look at him, he's currently busy with stacking hay, seemingly unaware. He hides his grin behind the shadow of his hat.

Feeding Luna her favourite treat, she happily chews noisily. Craning your neck to go back to the gun show, you knit your eyebrows to see his usual spot empty.

“Lookin' for me?” Hobie scares the tumbleweeds out of you. He pokes your side, making you jump in place. “You were starin’ a bit too hard. I swear there's holes on my back havin' the same shape as your eyeballs. At this point you gotta pay me, sweetheart.” He shoots you a wink, adding to your quickening heartbeat. Going around the pale horse, his smirk never leaves his face.

He leans over Luna's saddle, face perched on his hands with a smile that could stop someone's heart. Tilting his head, eyebrows raised, he waits for your clever reply. There's only crickets singing in your head with how he looks at you like you hung the sun for him. He just stares at you lovingly, perfectly content, perfectly happy even with all the grime dusted on his chiseled cheeks.

You feel like you've fallen for him all over again.

Copying his movements, you lean over Luna's saddle, facing him with the same love and softness he's currently showing just for you.

After what seemed like hours has passed just from throwing each other heart eyes from looking, you finally speak with a tone that Hobie could only describe as lovestrucked.

“Do I get a discount at least?”

He sucks in his teeth with fake annoyance. “Nah, don't think so, love. You can only see these muscles right here.” Patting his bicep, you laugh.

He thinks he's in heaven.

“That’s true, the sight alone is a rare commodity around here.”

Reaching for your hand, indulging himself with your mere touch, he intertwines your fingers together with his, like vines that grow and weave around each other, never letting go.

“You good? Heat isn't killing you?” He asks you like he's not the one toiling away outside with the sun bearing down at him.

You shake your head, bringing his hand up to your lips to reassure him. You feel the raised skin atop his knuckles, taking extra care, you kiss each one gently. “Nope, I'm melting but I can handle it.”

“Melting from the heat or from the show I gave you?”

You giggle, rolling your eyes, it's his turn to press a sweet kiss over your knuckles. “I should be the one asking you that. You alright? You're sweating a lot.” Wiping his forehead, he closes his eyes, his smile deepens with every wipe.

“Got it all?”

“Mm-hmm”

“Now do my pits,” He raises his arms above his head. “they're awfully sweaty, sweetheart.” He jokes with a deep chuckle.

Hobie expects for you to flinch away, or even screech and run away but you just shrug. “Sure,” your acceptance has him flabbergasted and endeared. “I've cleaned blood off of you, sweat is nothing compared to that.”

“Holy shit,” he says softly, almost a whisper as he goes around Luna to come near you— impossibly near as he holds your face in his hands. You don't mind the smell of hay clinging to his palms or sweat as you lean to his touch, eyes shining and full of affection for the man before you. “You think the reverend is free today?”

Chuckling, you knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What? Why?”

“So I could marry you today.” He says it with certainty that you're sure it's not the heat that has your legs almost crumbling. “Obviously.”

If horses could roll their eyes, Luna would be doing it right now.

[translatemunson]

let me keep you company • love-struck

chapter nine of love-struck — fic navigation

a/n: double update because y'all deserve it! thank you for all the love and support on this series! my asks and request are always open for love-struck related messages!

tag list (lmk if you wanna be tagged on future updates!): @live-love-be-unique@kenseverything

next chapter: yes, and?

[meloms-ao3]

Two Kudos Tuesday III

It's Tuesday! Time for me and @mundrakan to search for the underappreciated Fanfic-Gold in the mines ⛏️💛 ✨For today's TKT I present to you:

Lovestruck 💖 Lovestruck is a somewhat new fanfic that stands at 1 out of 2 planned chapters and currently has 2,699 words, written for the LOTR/Hobbit Fandom! Pairing: Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield Rating: Teen and up I read it this morning while sipping my coffee and I'm super excited for the author to drop the final chapter! Summary: It's basically love at first sight for Bilbo. He's convinced to join the company on their quest.

If you also know a fanfic with 2 kudos or less that you want to see gain more traction, you can always post it yourself and use #two kudos tuesday to help smaller creators get noticed! See you next week! 💛 (Tagging people to spread the word: @whatareyoutolkienabout @ohnonotnow @shiinata-library @schrijverr )

[overlordofships]

So this is a thing I realized while I was planning out Alain's fanroute... And I had this planned BEFORE I got into Ikepri so it's not like Leon infected me or anything I swear

[thefuzzzz]

DaiSuga Week Day 3

General Prompt: Sword Universe: Sci Fi or Fantasy Quote: “Can I kiss you?” Song: “Fall For Me” by Sleep Token

Words: 1,445

Summary after the cut:

"I've never met a naiad before," Daichi said, soft words passing his lips as he examined. The naiad shrunk away under his gaze but stepped forward slowly. "I've never met a human."

Daichi smiled. He extended a calloused hand. "I'm Daichi." The naiad took a small step forward, examining his hand. “Why are you showing me this?” Daichi laughed. “It’s how humans greet one another. Put your hand on mine.”

The naiad lifted his hand cautiously, putting it against Daichi’s. His skin was cold and wet, but somehow not unpleasant.

Daichi shook his hand softly as he watched in amazement and mild fear. ——————— Daichi, a human carpenter traveling between the kingdoms of Karasuno and Aoba Johsai, meets Sugawara, a curious water spirit.

Much love to the people running this fanweek over at @daisugaweek2024 !!

[fan-girl-2]

You’re probably wondering why I am suddenly posting something Lovestruck related all of a sudden. The short answer is that I got a burst of itchy fingers and I still owe another blogger fanfic requests. The long answer is that I have been bored with life, I have insomnia, and I miss Lovestruck with a passion. It might actually be unhealthy. Anyway, hopefully this fic will clear the Lovestruck dust off of some of y’all and you might enjoy it.

This was written for @undertxkerr. I am criminally late (like I should go to jail), but I hope you still enjoy it.

LI: Hades

Writing Prompt: After finally getting a weekend off, MC decides to visit Hades at his condo. She isn’t expecting what she finds. (Set roughly after S1)

Warning ⚠️ : this is an explicit smut fic. Don’t read if that doesn’t interest you.

MC opened the door to Hades’ apartment as silently as she could. Peeking her head in, she could see that he wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen and gave a sigh of relief. It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if he saw me right from the start she thought as she walked the rest of the way in.

It was the first time that they had both had the same weekend off in a while. Not that Hades knew that she was off as well or else she wouldn’t be trying to surprise him. They had both been working so hard, Hades even more so than she. She wanted to give him a reprieve by spending the weekend together, just the two of them.

Setting her things down, she began making her way down the hallway towards Hades’ bedroom. She expected him to be sleeping considering how much of a workaholic he was during the week. Not that she would have minded. A nap sounded pretty damn good to her overworked brain. She could already feel the mattress underneath her as she reached the slightly ajar door.

However, Hades sound asleep was not what she found when she looked through the gap.

He was leaning against the headboard, his head thrown back exposing the long expanse of his neck. She could see sweat clinging to his smooth, golden skin. His chest heaving with his heavy breaths and abs clenching and rippling. She could hear his groans of pleasure, her name escaping his throat in a long drawn out moan. His left hand gripped the blankets in a tight fist as his right…

She gasped.

His eyes flew open and towards the door as he froze his ministrations. They held eye contact for a split second before he drew the covers over himself and she turned around as quickly as possible. She could hear the sounds of him struggling to get out of bed, but couldn’t pay much mind due to her mortification. It was the breeze of the door being thrown open that triggered the apologies to come flying out of her mouth.

“I’m sorry! I-I-I thought you would be asleep! I just wanted to surprise you considering we haven’t spent time together in so long. I should have knocked! I’m so so sor-!”

Her apologies were cut off when Hades’ arms encircled her, turned her around, and pulled her into his chest. MC hid her face into his neck, her continued apologies muffled against his skin.

He shushed her, resting his chin against her head, his own thoughts of mortification silent. They stood like that for a length of time, not talking, just holding one another. Eventually the blush on their faces receded and MC’s apologies died off. Only then did she take a deep breath and lean back and try to look him in the face. She failed.

“I’m sorry. I should have knocked or something. That was unacceptable of me and I completely understand if you are angry. I should-”

“You should stop apologizing.” His voice was firm and commanding. Perhaps too commanding, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment. Whatever it took for her to stop acting like she did something wrong.

He saw her take a peek at him and met her eyes. She immediately looked away. He sighed as he gathered her up into his arms and walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the bed with her in his lap as he gathered his thoughts.

“I gave you a key for a reason, love. It wasn’t so you would have to knock or announce your presence every time you wanted to see me. If I wanted that, I would have made it known.” He gave a slight chuckle. “I’m actually surprised that it took us this long to have this kind of situation. It was only a matter of time.”

She finally peeled her face away from hiding and looked him in the face. Her face was still on fire, but hearing Hades’ easy tone made the situation easier. The small smile on his face helped even more. “You’re not angry?”

“Of course I’m not angry, my love. You took me by surprise and it was embarrassing, but I’m not angry. I am actually quite glad that we got this situation out of the way.”

She gave a sigh of relief and finally relaxed. She couldn’t say that she disagreed with him. Of course she could do without the mortification, but oh well.

The silence grew comfortable the longer they sat there, holding each other and rocking slightly. Hades placed soft kisses to her hair and face, telling her how happy he was that she was there. MC almost fell asleep until he started to lay her down. Only then did she remember how he looked when she saw him pleasuring himself. The image made her hot and she put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

He looked at her with a confused face, but it was wiped clean by whatever it was that he saw on her own. His eyes heated and the look only turned her on more.

He put her back in his lap and she adjusted until she was fully seated on top of him. She felt his erection lengthening under her and grinded herself down, eyes closing and sighs of pleasure escaping at the feeling. Hades gave an answering grown of pleasure and bucked his hips up into her.

Thank the Gods I wore a dress today she thought as they continued to languidly move their hips together. The pace picked up, the rhythm growing fast and harder the more desperate they became.

She slowed when they began to lose control, an idea popping into her head. He groaned in displeasure, but she shushed him with a deep kiss. She broke away from his mouth to get air and continued to kiss down his neck and up to his ear.

“I want you to continue what you were doing before I disrupted you. And I want to watch,” she whispered in his ear. He jerked in surprise and looked at her face. When he saw that she was serious, he gulped and gave a slow nod. Then, his lips formed a wicked smirk.

“Only if I get to watch you also.”

Now it is her time to be shocked. “You want to…why?”

He gives a soft laugh. “For the same reasons you want to watch me I’d imagine.”

She bites her lip and thinks about it. The thought of watching Hades touch himself, groaning and sweating…All at the same time that he is watching her.

While she is still embarrassed at the idea, she gives him a nod. Just the little smile and the look of heat that he gives her makes it worth it and they haven’t even started yet.

Hades melds their lips together, kissing her so deep that her toes curl. A small whimper escapes and he gives a deep growl in response. He lowers them to the mattress, grinding his hips into hers. She breaks away with a gasp, taking gulps of air as Hades peppers kisses down her neck before biting her pulse point gently.

Her hands were frantic as they untied the sheet from his waist. He was just as desperate, yanking her clothes off with an urgency that would have shocked him had he not been starved for the feel and sight of her.

They slowed once completely uncovered. Frantic touches turned into a caress. Harsh breaths turned soft as they breathed each other in. Hades tucked his face into her neck as she raked her nails lightly across his back.

Finally, Hades leaned back onto his knees; the heat between them ignited immediately. Their eyes raked over each other, waiting for the other to begin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Hades breathed, breaking the silence.

She blushed and he chuckled at her reaction, reaching a hand down to trace her cheek. That hand continued, down her neck, across her breasts, over her waist, until reaching between her thighs. His fingers grazed her lightly, turning her lust into an inferno. She bucked her hips, begging for more. Hades took his hand away, shushing her when she whimpered in protest. He took her hand and guided it to where he had been just seconds before.

He groaned at her sounds of pleasure, taking himself in hand and giving a hard stroke. His eyes closed, head tipping back from the pleasure and the intensity of the moment. They flew open when her free hand took hold of his, holding on as they pleasured themselves together.

Eventually, they quickened their movements. Between the pleasure and the feel of their eyes on each other, it became too much to take it slow. MC circled her hips, pushing her fingers into herself and moaning at the fullness. Hades thrust into his fist, groaning without restraint.

“That’s it, love. Make yourself come while I watch. Gods, you’re so beautiful.” Hades couldn’t control what he was saying, the pleasure clouding his thoughts until all that remained was them.

“Hades, I’m -!” She gave a cry, throwing her head back and gripping his hand tight as she climaxed.

Yes he thought as he gave one, two, three last rough tugs before he felt the tightening in his spine. The intensity of his climax almost blinded him, but he watched her the whole time.

After they had recovered, Hades all but collapsed beside her on the bed. Still catching their breath, MC and Hades looked at each other. Grins bloomed on their faces, breathless laughs traded between them.

With reluctance, Hades rose from the bed and took MC into his arms when she began drifting asleep. He walked them towards the bathroom, starting the shower and holding her as it warmed. When steam rose, he stepped in and gently placed her on her feet. They washed each other, basking in the afterglow of what they had done.

“I love you, MC,” Hades murmured into her hair.

She clung to him, tucking her face into his chest. “I love you, Hades. Just so you know…we are definitely doing that again.”

Their laughs echoed through the bathroom.

[mysterydarling]

@megatraven Here's my series of Medusa x my MC (who I named Elissa and made a bunch of headcanons for)

She's such an Aries lol

[explorya88]

Sin With Me Fanfictions

Tales of Sinverse

Prime [(Canon Sin With Me. The thronestone upon which the Reality rests), Universe 0]

Diary of desperate struggle [(Here multiple earths can exist instead of branching timelines separate from other Earths thanks to it's source The Fanfiction), Universe 1]

Evil Earth [(Power Nahara and evil counterparts of our heroes came here), Universe 2]

New frontier [(Nahara still lead the Troupe as Pride Assassin), Universe 3]

The Atomic [(a post-apocalyptic alternate universe where Sin Assassins and other characters survived an atomic war that has eliminated most life on Earth), Universe 4]

H.P.L. [(Home of monstrous versions of Sin Assassin and other characters. Stories of horrors prowling the night were once just legends on this Earth - until they became real.), Universe 5]

The Eleven [(The world of reversed-gender characters), Universe 6]

Paragon earth [( ), Universe 7]

Dark Sin [(Where everything goes wrong, will go wrong in the wrongest way possible, Universe -0]

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Is your's to keep. You're welcome :)

This mine to keep and MINE alone

[amberskyyking]

Bonus Content: Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You

Party rock in hyperspace tonight, Everybody just have a good time… 

Fine. Boulder was right. Dancing was still fun. Moving with the rhythms, even half-heartedly, made Boomerang feel more like himself than he had since the last time he was here. The alcohol probably helped, or maybe Bumi at his side cheering him on, but regardless, maybe he would stay a little longer. He twisted to face another newcomer as the bridge kicked in. Still, fun as it was, this wasn’t the same without-

Without -  

He froze, and so did the gorgeous green-skinned Twi-lek man opposite him, with the brazen, deep, piercing eyes. Eyes he knew. 

“Mesh'la?!”

“Boomerang! I…” 

The twi-leks words seemed to get caught but it was undoubtedly her. Or, him? The person standing before Boomerang looked different, but those expressions, the way they spoke his name, those eyes… He swallowed hard. There were so many things he wanted desperately to say, but only one seemed to come to his mind. 

“You came back?” 

Full Story!: Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You

[moodyycapricornnsblog]

Your more than just a slave to me part 1.

The pharaoh sighed as he sit on his throne. /I haven't seen Heba all day which is unusual./ the pharaoh thinks to himself. Standing up he walks to the doors of the throne room waking out down the halls of the palace. As he walks he hears whispering

"Heba you can't keep avoiding the pharaoh your his personal servant!" He soon realizes it's mana his best friend. "Shush! Mana I know but I can't even look at him without-!" "Uh hum!" The pharaoh coughs looking at both of them heba jumps looks at him face reddening. "M-my pharaoh what are you doing out the throne room so early?" Heba asks. Atem makes a scolding face. "I wanted to stretch my legs I been sitting for a while" he says before walking past them. /why doesn't Heba want to be around me? We've known each other since we where kids../ He looks down feeling his heart sink. "Did do something wrong?" He mutters to himself. Before walking towards the palace gardens.

<<time skip to the next day<<

"My pharaoh don't forget that you have meeting the day after tomorrow with a leader of the main land." Atem nods "I won't thank you" he says to his adviser. Atem looks up going wide eyed seeing priest Seto and Heba talking. The pharaoh couldn't hold back a growl as he sees his cousin./oh so he can't speak to me but he can speak to seto!/ The pharaoh stomps over. "Heba come now!" He says grabbing his wrist rather harshly dragging him to his bed chambers. Shutting the door shoving Heba inside. "I demand to know the meaning of your actings!" The pharaoh yells. Heba flinches and moves back. "What do you mean my pharaoh?" "You know what I mean Heba! You been avoiding me not talking to me or even playing games with me like we used to! But you have time to converse with my cousin?!" Heba looks down. "I-I been busy." "What could you have possibly been busy with that caused you to never see me?!" Heba clenched his fist. "WHY DO YOU CARE?! I'm a slave! I'm nothing to you!" Heba yells tears streaming down his face. Atem looks at him him shock but before he can stop himself he grabs heba's face and kisses him deeply.