#lucky bish

[amagnificentobsession]

Chess anyone? ♟ 🔥♥️

[lucien-toussaint]

"My profession is no different than that of a swindler's, you are quite correct. Actually, did I forget to mention someone thought it was in humanity's best interest to entrust me with a group of young students to conduct a mock trial in our offices?" Lucien smirked, taking a sip out of his coffee before directing a controlled shake of his head towards the other man. "Nice." He scoffed. "I have heard a vast array of four-lettered words used to describe me over the years and you, my old friend, have used the least accurate of them all." He listened to Finn and an involuntary sigh of contentedness left him. If he had made himself a promise after the past couple of years he had been consumed by an unfortunate circumstance, was to spend more time with those people that did really matter. The man in front of him being one of them; as unlikely as most would think their friendship to be, Finn had been one of the fundamental stitches in Lucien's rebuilding of his life. Besides, he needed someone that would calmly but firmly keep him from his previous ideations. As Finn wrapped up his explanation, a slight frown come over his face. His friend had a successful business to tend to and he could not conceive the nerve of anyone interfering with that due to their own inadequacy. "Do let me know if you require to enforce any obligations owed to you, Finnegan. I would be more than entertained to be of service and have them regret their poor attention to their customers." He flicked the edge of a paper lip against the papers on the table. "Right..." Lucien suddenly chuckled, pulling out his planner out of his briefcase. It took him no more than a couple of seconds to find the page and write down the event... he even doodled a little margarita glass next to the time. "My word is my vow. I will be there as long as you do not dare to shower me in those perversely microscopic umbrellas."

"You'd be a great salesman." Finn replied with a low chuckle, throwing a glance around the place and assessing the people there out of habit. He offered his friend a warm smile. "Is it now? That's nice, helping the masses in that fancy suit of yours." The man could appreciate the impeccable way his friend dressed, something he'd like to do more often, but it wasn't really the best attire to use when dealing with drunkards and partying people at a bar. "It was meant to be one." He offered, raising a hand as a peace offering. Finn shrugged it off but nodded in agreement. "He's just very disorganized with deliveries, keeps changing the timing and I don't like that. I'm running a business here and paying for his services, least he can do is be professional about it." He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "So... Are you coming to the bar's margarita party this thursday. Or are you bailing on me again?"

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

We’re In This Together

Female reader x Dream Visitor | Female reader x the Emperor | I adore them both so why not both | elf daddy smut | mind flayer smut | tentacles literally everywhere | soft domination and mild manipulation | reader’s had the worst day and needs to be absolutely and so sweetly wrecked | PWP | nsfw

You’re having a hard time coping with everything that's happening to you and your crew, but your Dream Visitor knows how to make you relax and keep you on the right path. His path, of course. You know about his true form and you’re intrigued by what those tentacles can do for you. 

AKA please will an eight foot monster wrap his tentacles around you and lovingly use you as his fleshlight.

***

It’s been a bitch of a day. Your stomach is churning as you recall the manic gleam in Gale’s eye when he spoke about keeping the crown’s power for himself. Wyll wants you to decide whether he should sacrifice himself to save his father’s life. Karlach is going to die and you don’t know what to say to her, because there’s nothing you can say. To top it off, Lae’zel has been kidnapped by that madwoman, Orin.

Everything is too much. You rub a tired hand over your face as you sit before the crackling flames of the campfire. Who decided it was a good idea to put you in charge?

Tomorrow. You’ll fix it all tomorrow, you tell yourself as you crawl into your bedroll, your throat burning with despair. Everything will be clearer after a good night’s sleep, or maybe something will kill you and you won’t have to think about it anymore. That would be nice.

There’s blackness all around you as you drift off to sleep, and then stars prickle into life in the sky. You’re no longer at the camp, but in a dreamy, ethereal location with marble columns and purple twining flowers.  

You see a tall elf with long, white hair, a handsome face, and knowing eyes striding toward you. He’s so beautiful that he takes your breath away, but this isn’t his true form. You’ve seen the real one, and he’s a mind flayer.

He stands head and shoulders over you in glinting armour, folds his arms, and gives a heavy sigh. “What a bundle of self pity you are tonight.” But there’s gentleness in his eyes as he says it.

“Shut up, Mr. Perfect. If this is all so easy, switch places with me and you do it.”

“We’re doing this together,” he assures you in that deep, velvety voice. 

Are you? You want to trust him, but you’re still unsure of his motives. 

He reaches out and takes your hand in his enormous one, and the gesture is so kind and comforting and you need comfort so much right now that you allow it. 

Looking deep into your eyes, he says, “I would spare you if I could. You know I’m nothing without you.”

His thumb rubs circles on the centre of your palm and it feels so good. Why does he always know exactly what to say and do to make the tension in your body melt? And other parts of you melt as well.

He knows that, doesn’t he? He knows everything about you because he lives inside your mind.

“Yes, I know,” he says, answering the question that you didn’t ask aloud. “I’m flattered, but I’m nothing thinking about me. I’m thinking about you. I can help you relax,” he offers, the smallest smirk on his lips. “It’s the least I can do for you after all you’re doing for me.”

You’ve seen that smirk before. It’s the same pleased, secretive smile that was on his lips as he boasted that he saved your life. Twice. Then again when you spared his life inside the Astral Prism. He was so proud of himself for convincing you to be on his side, but he is a mind flayer after all. Everything about this species seems to be about domination and power.

“Why have you appeared to me in your elf form?” you ask. 

He flicks a sideways look at you, that same self-satisfied smile on his lips. “No reason. I just felt like it.”

“What’s the real reason?”

“You are too clever, little one. You read me as easily as I read you.” He laughs softly and takes a look around at the heavens. When he finally turns back to you, his eyes have darkened. “Because I’m hoping to seduce you, and I believe you’re more attracted to this form.”

His confession sends a hot spark shooting through you. No doubt this is more manipulation. He’s trying to use you, but maybe you can use him right back.

Experimentally, you reach up and cup the nape of his neck. Stroke his strong jaw with your thumb. He’s solid and warm. Very solid. He feels real. 

Moving toward you, he whispers, “I am real. Close your eyes.”

He waits to see what you will do--lift your chin to receive his kiss, or tell him that you're not crazy enough to try this with him? 

If he wants to touch you, you can think of no better way to relax tonight. Your eyelids drift closed, and a moment later you feel the brush of his lips across yours, soft and questioning.

You open your eyes and you see that he’s wearing not the armour anymore, but robes that reveal his strong shoulders and chest. Heavens, he’s beautiful. The world can go away and leave you alone tonight, because crazy is looking and feeling pretty wonderful right now. 

You hook your fingers into the fabric of his robes and pull his mouth down to yours.

He kisses you insistently, and you moan as his tongue flicks your lips.

“That’s right,” he murmurs softly in between kisses. “Just relax, little one. You’re safe here with me.”

You’re in your soft and thin sleeping clothes, and his large hands slide down to your ass, gathering you closer and kneading your flesh as he pulls you tightly against him. Your body molds to his muscles, you breasts pushing against him and your nipples tingling. This feels more real than anything that happens while you’re awake, and you give into it completely, opening your mouth so his tongue can caress yours. 

He lifts you up in his arms and lays you down on blankets that have suddenly appeared. 

You deserve someone kissing you and holding you like you’re precious. 

It’s so hard being strong and steely all the time.

You don’t have to be strong right now. 

You can be sweet and soft and surrender to this.. 

You frown slightly. Are these your own thoughts, or are they his? Some of them feel like his, as if he’s pushing them into your mind and making you believe them, but you don’t want to shove them away. It’s everything you want to hear right now. 

Your Dream Guardian pushes your robes up your thighs and drags your underwear down your legs, hunger and possession lighting his eyes. He strokes your inner thighs wonderingly, like he’s never felt anything so soft.

Then he pushes your thighs apart and runs his fingers down your sex. “So pretty. I have been imagining the way you taste. I know that it’s...” He lowers his head and caresses you with his tongue, making you gasp and jump. “Wonderful.” 

With a deep, contented sigh, he licks you again. As your breathing picks up, he strokes a finger down your sex, and then pushes it inside of you, all the way to the knuckle. You cry out loudly. Oh, by all the gods in the heavens. Nothing has ever felt so good before. 

As he goes on licking and thrusting his fingers into you, you whimper and clench your hands on the blankets.

“This is one thing I like about this form. A tongue,” he murmurs. 

“Which form do you prefer?” you gasp.

“Whichever you prefer,” he answers smoothly.

This form. Of course this form. Right? How would you even touch and kiss in his mind flayer form?

But even as you’re enjoying his soft tongue on your clit and his thick fingers pushing inside you, your heart and your core crave something...more.

Finally the words spill from your lips. “I want your true form.”

Your Dream Guardian sits up and looks at you, and for the first time you see worry in his eyes. The desperation of someone who hasn’t known intimacy in a long time. “Please let me stay like this. I worked so hard to make you trust me so I could finally kiss you. I can only persuade you so far that you...I don’t want this to end.”

You reach up and touch his face. “Who says it will end?”

He thinks about this for a moment, his fingers still moving in and out of you. Then he lowers his head and tastes you again, more insistently now. His voice is roughened with desire as he says, “You’re already irresistible. If I transform, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you go until I’m finished with you. It’s a primal form. Everything I have will want to latch onto you. You have to be sure.”

Everything he has. His tentacles? The mental image you get makes heat pulse through you, and he groans.

“Yes, just like that,” he whispers. 

You’re so close to coming. Heat is balling up inside you as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. You don’t want this to end either. There’s so much more the two of you could have together. “Please,” you beg him. “I want your true form.”

He sucks thoughtfully on your clit, and this slowly sits up, considering your body. “It seems a waste not to use this form when I know you like it. Let me just…” He pulls off his long robe so his naked body is revealed to you. A breath-taking form. Strong thighs. A muscular stomach. He’s hard and his cock is thick and beautiful. 

Wrapping his hand around his cock, he moves so he’s braced over you, and you feel the broad, plush head of him pushing against you, and then sinking into you, inch after inch of his length. He’s right. This is wonderful. His body is entrancing as he slowly starts to fuck you. 

With each thrust, you moan louder and louder, your hands clenched on his shoulders. 

“Yes. Beautiful. You’re so good to fuck. You take me so well,” he whispers. His voice is hypnotic. The adoring expression on his handsome face is everything you’ve ever craved. Heat swells inside you with every thrust and drag of his cock. It grows and grows until you can’t take it anymore. Your nails dig into his muscular shoulders and you cry out, pulling him closer and deeper into you until you’re left shaking and gasping. 

“So you do want me like this,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you as he pulls out of you. “Then let us try the other way.”

You open your eyes to look at him but he covers them with his hand. Suddenly, the air around you shifts. Everywhere you’re touching him suddenly feels bigger.

When he takes his hand away, it’s a purple colour tipped with black claws. Your Dream Guardian is looming over you in his true form, with its tapered skull, luminous eyes, and four long tentacles where a moment ago there was a mouth. 

So strange. But not unfamiliar by now. And...alluring. You reach up and stroke your fingers over his smooth, fleshy tentacles. His hands stay braced against the ground, but his tentacles move over you, exploring your breasts, your hips, between your thighs. 

He watches you carefully as a tentacle pushes inside you, deeper than his cock. Thicker. It pulsates, making you cry out. Your whole body feels alive.

His cock has grown larger and turned a deeper purple than the rest of him, aggressively thickened, and with bumps along the underside and a slightly tapered head.

You don’t get much chance to look at it before he moves closer, the tapered head slipping easily into you, and thrusts inside you. You feel every bump. The tapered head probing sharply. The stretch of a thickness you’re not used to. He feels so strange, but as you cry out, you hold onto his shoulders with both hands, watching in fascination as the monstrous and strange cock moves in and out of you. 

“Yes. This will work. But you need more. I want to give you everything.” His reverberating voice speaks inside your mind.

He pulls out and two of his tentacles snake down to caress your thighs before slowly massaging your sex. Pleasure ripples through you and you close your eyes and relax back. This feels right. This feels even better than his handsome elf form. His tentacles are firm and fleshy and first one of them pushes inside you, and then the other. You reach down and stroke your clit as the thick, slippery tentacles slide and thrust inside you.

He pulls you up and astride him. You put a hand out to steady yourself in his embrace but, faster than a striking snake, his other two tentacles wrap around your body and pin your hands behind your back.

Without pulling his tentacles out, he pulls you firmly and sharply down on his cock. The sensation is overwhelming. You’re not sure if you can take much more. 

You feel a victorious growl inside your mind. He’s hungry for you. Greedy for you. “I have wanted you like this ever since we were connected. I am with you everywhere. I hear all your thoughts. I am always inside your head, but your body has fascinated me just as much. Each time your power has grown and evolved, I have craved you more and more. You’ve held yourself apart from me. You wouldn’t let me dominate you, but now you haven’t no choice.”

His clawed fingers dig into your waist, pricking sharply. Your sex clenches at his possessive, dangerous words, and then allows him deeper. 

You can do this. 

You want this.

A tentacle snakes up and wraps around your throat. You open your mouth to tell him that you don’t want him to stop, but the tentacle pushes past your lips and all the way to the back of your throat.

“I can hear you. I hear every thought you have. You can never hide from me. You’re mine.”

Your mouth waters around his tentacle. You feel saliva stream from the corner of your mouth and down over your breasts. So many wet, squelching, sucking noises fill your ears, along with your muffled moans and the deep rumbling from within his chest.

“You don’t want to think. You want to surrender to me. Have me dominate you completely. Fill you so full until there’s no room for doubt and uncertainty. Until there’s only me. Forever.”

One of the tentacles inside you slowly wriggles free, and he continues to move you up and down on his cock. Almost like a rag doll. You’re helpless in his grip. The tentacle pushes against the tight ring of your ass. That isn’t anything you’ve ever felt before. Your eyes open wide and alarm shoots through you. 

The Emperor sends a soothing impulse into you at the same time as his tentacle slips inside you, just a little at first, and then worming deeper. Gentle ripples flow along its length in time with his cock moving in and out of you. By all the gods, that feels so strange, but so good. Your head falls back. Your eyes close. He moves even deeper into your throat. Deeper into your pussy adn ass. He would never hurt you. He only wants to give you pleasure, and he feels so good everywhere that he’s deep inside you. 

“So good. So obedient, and all mine. This is what I can do for you. Only me. You love this, don’t you? Feel how good it is to surrender and do exactly what I say. Just a little more and we can be together forever. Just a little more. Just a little more…”

The mind flayer pushes deeper and deeper, stretching your ass, and making your pussy throb. Your core is lighting up with every rough thrust. All the delicious tension is winding your body tighter and together.

“You were made to be fucked like this. You were made for me. Only me. ”

Suddenly, all the tension in your body releases in an overwhelming rush. Your core burns with golden light. You feel his victory and self-satisfaction stabbing through you along with his cock, driving your climax higher and higher. You’re his. He owns this pleasure. He owns you. 

Every place he enters you convulses against his cock and tentacles, gripping and squeezing him. His pride and victory turn to urgent pleasure as your body works its magic on him. His thrusts grow sharp and selfish. Needy. Faster. His panting fills your ears and his pleasure fills your mind. He hasn’t let go in so long.

A spasm goes through you as he bursts inside you, and he pulls your body roughly against his and rocks you back and forth in his embrace. You’ve never felt anything like this. You never want to leave him. He lets go of your hands, and you wrap your arms around him. 

Slowly, you both open your eyes. He lays down on the ground, taking you with him and withdrawing his tentacles from everywhere but keeping his cock inside you.

With your cheek pillowed against his shoulder, he strokes you lovingly and murmurs, “I need to stay inside you longer. I’m not ready to let you go. Sleep. You may stay here with me as long as you need to rest. Time passes differently here, and when you finally awake, you’ll be deeply rested, your mind will be clear, and you’ll understand everything you have to do for me. For you. For us.”

You close your eyes, your whole body relaxing and feeling deliciously full, and you drift off into dreamless sleep.

***

Thank you so much for reading! I hoped this pleased your horny monster heart. Please leave me a comment/reblog and let me know what you think.

[witchcraftingboop]

If I had a nickel for every time my bosses told me to research how to start a new business for them, I'd have four nickels which isn't a lot but it drives me fucking insane each and every time. Oh what's that? You want a college dropout to look up how to start an entire fucking company in a new industry in a new state? Yeah no that sounds like something a sane fucking person would say glad we could iron that out, I'll just go fuck myself thanks so much

[unconventional-lawnchair]

We'll heal together: Chapter One

Little Talks Of Monsters and Men

Harry Potter x Reader (Platonic) / Remus Lupin x Reader (Ambiguous)

Masterlist

Summary: Harry Potter sees a familiar face on the train, from the mirror of Erised. Remus Lupin and harry talk about his mother, along with {Y/N} {L/N}. (This is a lot of rehashed scenes. Next chapter will be from {Y/N}'s Perspective.}

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, Dementor attack, grief, sassy Harry, depressed bish Remus (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 2180

“I didn't mean to blow her up! It just sort of... happened!” 

Harry once again found himself explaining the same things he explained moments ago. It wasn't that he felt guilty... not exactly, he probably should, all things considered. But that old hag's shrill voice echoed in his head, and he could only find himself having a bit of pride at the moment. 

“Brilliant.” Ron snickered, the smile in his voice very prominent. Harry could almost see it with his back to the red head.

“Honestly Ron, that's not funny. Harry was lucky not to be expelled!” Hermione huffed out as she shoved her way past him to catch up with Harry’s long strides.

“I think I was lucky not to be arrested.” Harry mumbled, slowly smirking to himself. Doing his best to avoid Hermione’s judgmental eyes.

“I still think it was brilliant.” Ron chuckled as he followed them down the hall. Harry paused as he noticed the only half empty room, with a sleeping figure. His eyes narrowed, why did his presence seem so familiar? It reminded him of that night, walking back to the dorms between flickering moonlight. That comfort he felt before, returning as he once again, saw the moon through the glass windows.

“Come on, everywhere else is full.” Hermione muttered after a moment of pause, watching Harry's confused and curious expression.

“Who's that, then?” Ron mumbled as he sat down on the seat closest to the window. 

“Professor R. J. Lupin.” Hermione’s self-satisfied tone filled the now packed compartment. Harry pursed his lips. Never heard that name before. 

Still, he found himself sitting beside the sleeping figure, across from Hermione, as both her and Ron’s voices faded out. Harry found himself staring at the lump of clothes that covered the professor. 

“Do you know everything? How is it that she knows everything?”

“It's on his suitcase, Ronald.” She snarked and he muttered a soft ‘oh.’

Harry snapped out of his daze and leaned back, frowning at the sleeping figure. “Do you think he's really asleep?”

“Yes, I do think so.” She remarked calmly. “Why?”

“I have something to tell you.” Harry declared and slid the door closed.

~~

“Let me get this straight. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban, to come after you?” Ron asked in a scandalized tone, eyebrows raised as he struggled to keep Scrabbers calm in his hand. Tutting before he slipped him away into his damaged cage and held his hand over the broken door he escaped from before.

“Yeah.” Harry mumbled.

“But they'll catch Black, won't they? I mean, everyone is looking for him.” Hermione declared, looking between the two with reassurance and determination in her eyes.

“Sure- Of course, but no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before and he's a raving, murderous lunatic…” Ron mumbled out in a bitter tone and Harry gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks, Ron.”

Then there was a sharp piercing sound of metal grinding against the iron of the train tracks, the engine falling to nothing but a murmur from within the box. 

“Why are we stopping? We aren't there yet.” Hermoine mumbled and watched as Harry stood and peaked out the door.

“What's happened?” Ron asked as the train rocked and Harry was flown back to his seat by the sheer force.

“Dunno... Maybe we've broken down?”

The lights cut out.

There was a choking silence, so low and painful Harry’s ears almost began to ring. Then the cold came, voices could be heard outside the train. They were haunting and drawn like they were in too much anguish to utter a full statement, making Harry swallowed thick, trying to clear the back of his throat. 

“ ... die. One by one. Until all is... “

“I think someone is coming aboard.” Ron croaked in dread. The entire train wobbled once more, the door swinging open before slamming shut. The haunting voices now fill the halls. They were like whispers, but somehow right against Harry’s ear.

There was a moment of peace before Ron’s breath hitched as he watched black tendrils float their way down the hall in front of their door. Like a floating cloth that tangled in the very air, thick with weary and terrified silence between the three.

Ron began to bunch himself onto the bench, giving a high-pitched inhale as the creature waved its hand in a gesture like motion, willing the door of their compartment to open without once touching it.

Everyone was silent, and Harry felt his hands begin to clam up. He shuffled back into his seat as best he could, as the creature lurked into the closed space, eyes locked on the raven-haired boy. Crookshanks hissed, and Scabbers began to freak out within the cage.

The creature suddenly leaned closer to Harry, and he felt his breath hitch, his entire body lurching forward in a silent but painful gasp. Harry grew dizzy, body growing weaker and his eyes slowly rolling back. 

As if on cue, summoned awake by Harry’s loss of control, the sleeping professor snapped to his feet. Waving his wand as a blip of bright blue light filled the entire train car, just as Harry slipped under and fell to the floor.

~~

“Harry? Harry, please wake up.” Hermione’s pleading voice came, slowly rubbing his arm. His thoughts were split, As the shrill and horrible tone of screams that filled his dreams slipped into Hermione’s soft and caring voice. It brought him comfort. 

Harry’s eyes snapped open wide, slowly he huffed and sat up, looking over at Hermione as she handed him his glasses, muttering a thanks as he slipped them back on his face.

“Here, eat this. It’ll help.” The professor called out to him in a stern but lively tone, holding out an unwrapped bar of chocolate. Harry didn't quite meet his eyes.

“What was that?” He mumbled out and ate the candy the stranger provided.

“A Dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now. It was searching the train.” He remarked before Hermione spoke up.

“For Sirius Black.” She rubbed his shoulder again and encouraged Harry as he munched the treat in his hand. Muggle candy, he would die on the hill of it being the best.

“I need to have a word with the driver. Excuse me.” Lupin mumbled and stood, Harry finally looking up at him to watch him go. When Lupin turned to nod to the trio, closing the door before him and wandering off, Harry’s face filled with shock and his jaw went slack.

“What is it, Harry? Don't tell us you've gone mad.” Ron snarked and Harry snapped out of it, looking over to Ron and Hermione, still stunned. “I... I've seen him before.”

“What? You have?” Ron pried.

“The Mirror of Erised.” Harry breathed and tried to shoot to his feet. That night, he saw his face. That man stood beside his father and who he now knew to be Sirius Black, along with another woman and the rest of his immediate family. “I saw him, he was with my parents. And... and Sirius!”

He quickly stumbled before he could even get to his feet, Hermione quickly getting him up right to sit. “You stay put; I know you're curious, but you were attacked by a dementor! You’ll see him at Hogwarts, I'm sure of it.” She tutted. Harry groaned and covered his face. He was too weak to argue.

“Well, what a fun first day.” Ron piped up with a nervous smile, eating at Harry's abandoned chocolate from his perch on the window ciel. Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ron ran his lip over his now brown stained face. “What?”

~~~

The next time Harry saw Professor Lupin outside of the classroom was when he faced his Boggart, once again, he saved him as he did on the train. He had been moping about, not allowed to go to the Hogsmeade trip, he spent his time wandering the grounds. Eventually, he ran into Lupin once more. Without a word to each other they fell into an easy and silent step beside each other, hands in their pockets as they made it out of the courtyard and onto the precarious bridge.

“Professor Lupin, can I ask you something?”

“Is this about me stopping that Boggart? I assure you; it was not out of a lack of belief in your ability to stop it. I assumed the worst, that it would take the form of Lord Voldamort.”

Harry nodded faintly before he thinned his lips in thought. “I thought of him first, yes, but... Then I remembered that night on the train.” He mumbled and Lupin nodded thoughtfully. He was so much like James, he thought, it looked like when the unruly kid he once knew was being scolded by Professor McGonagall. It brought a small sad smile to his face.

“That's quite impressive.” 

Harry scoffed and gave him a weary smile. “Is it?”

“I'm being truthful.” Lupin patted him on the shoulder before leaning forward on the railing of the bridge, overlooking the lake. “It takes bravery, for one's fear to be fear itself. It’s wise of you.”

Harry slowly nodded and looked off into the distance as well, Lupin peeking at him for a moment before Harry spoke up once more. “Before I fainted... I heard something. A woman. Screaming.”

“Dementors force us to relive the worst memories of our lives. Our pain becomes their power.”

Harry took a deep breath before he spoke his next words, he wanted to give Lupin the chance to speak on his relationship with his parents first, before he pried. He wanted, no, needed to know. But he wanted to give him the choice to come forward first. “... i think it was my mother.” He admitted and Lupin took a deep breath before he sighed.

“The first time I saw you, Harry, I recognized you immediately.” He spoke carefully. “Not by your scar,” He leaned in. “As ever famous it may be.” He mused a bit of a playful tone, giving Harry a small smile and he nodded, encouraging Lupin to continue.

“It was your eyes.” He spoke next in a much more Solemn tone. “They were your mother, Lily’s.” He spoke carefully as to not provoke the frog that tore apart the lower base of his throat, begging for a sob of relief. “I knew her. I knew her better than I knew myself most days.”

He allowed himself to reminisce, thinking back on the days he spent at school, walking down the halls with Lily and her. He had known and allowed himself love, the brotherly kind that fills you with adrenaline and makes you make stupid decisions. The kind that would get you into trouble every other term for the risk of thrill with every new prank idea presented to them. He knew wild, fun, free love.

It wasn't until he met Lily Evans and {Y/n} {L/N} when he learned what gentle and quiet love could do. How powerful silence could be, how much a simple touch could mean, and how the looks shared between flickering eyes could be filled with so much more care and empathy than he ever knew. From silent study sessions to moments comforting him after a full moon, the two girls made him feel peace he had never known he could have, something he never thought he deserved. Knowing their love was the worst possible outcome, losing their love was the second. “Your mother. Your mother and... An old friend of mine, they were there for me when no one else was. I have never known kindness and power, until I met your mother. I had never known forgiveness and wisdom until she introduced me to {Y/n}.”

“{Y/N}?” Harry mumbled out the new name and looked to the professor as Lupin nodded. “Lily Evans and {Y/N} {L/N}. They were inseverable, if you spoke of one of them. the other wasn't far behind. Even their names chased each other through the halls. Much like me and... well, your father. There was no Lily Evans without {Y/N} {L/N}, and the reverse was also true. They had a way about them, a way and a sight that saw something no one else could see in someone. They saw wonders and lights in the darkest rooms, they gave forgiveness and compassion to those who deserve nothing close to it. And they saw a wizard in a monster.” Lupin muttered the last part and hung his head before he looked up at Harry’s wide curious eyes.

“A monster, sir?”

“A story for another time.” Lupin mused and sat up straighter. “Your father on the other hand, now he had a talent for trouble.” He nudged Harry before he put his hands back into his pockets. “Rumor has it he's passed it onto you.”

Harry couldn't help the small smile that grew onto his face at the remark. So, his father was a lot like him, it seemed. That made him feel warm. 

He wished he could talk to Lupin all day.

[echoingspectrum]

God forbid character reader comes home in a single 10 pull *imagine caelus losing to bailu, stelle? No 5 star yet and it's her 70 pull, but dan heng? E2 in first 10 pull lc in 3*

Source : The Gamer's Penchant

Imagine Gamer!Seele, Dan Heng, Caelus, and Stelle streaming in one in the fucking morning⏤BISH-PLSSS They have such a hectic sleep schedule 😭 only to stream their pulling sesh at your banner. By the way⏤you'll imagine what unit, element, and rarity you will be. But if you ask me, you're a FIVE STAR cause you're a special and precious lil being 🥹

Caelus has the golden ticket, as all of them watched the animation unfold, with PomPom being thrown away by the golden glow. They all watched in anticipation as Caelus slowly and deliberately prayed for hope to God above that he would win his 50/50 cause he couldn't stand Seele ridiculing him any longer. 

Caelus: It's a⏤It's a⏤IT'S A⏤…….BAILU?!?!?!?!?!?!

Seele: KAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hey- atleast she's a Vidyadhara, ain't she? KAKAKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA⏤

Caelus: SCREW YOU, SEELE!!!

He proceeded to sulk behind the screen, Seele maniacally laughing at the background of the conversation. The chats were driven by these reactions of theirs. 

Stelle? She keeps pulling until her tickets run out, AND SHE HASN'T GOT ANY SIGN OF PULLING A FIVE STAR⏤AND SHE'S AT HER 90 PULL! She wants to smack her PC upside down, but she tells herself how expensive PCs are nowadays~

Seele and Dan Heng? They're still going at it. They've pulled and, at the same time, got the five star ticket animation. Would they win? Or, nahhhh…Caelus and Stelle were hyping the viewers up, serving as the commentators on this stream. The viewers are now placing their bet. 

If Seele loses, she has to salvage her best relic; if Dan Heng loses, he'll have to delete his best lightcone ( this was before he pulled at your lightcone ). 

The big reveal is here—one click away—and their fate is to be sealed. 

click

Seele lost her 50/50 to Bronya, and Dan Heng has won his 50/50 with you. You blessed him with your enthralling splash art; he screenshotted his victory and posted it on Twitter. Caelus and Stelle, like the menaces they are, laughed at Seele's misery and watched as she salvaged her best relic. 

Caelus: Karma's a bitch, ey?

Seele: THIS FUCKING RIGGED!

Stelle: womp womp

Dan Heng clicked the skip button since he's already won at the unofficial bet⏤BUT WAIT! JUST WAIT! As soon as it displayed on the screen, all of them are SCREAMING THEIR GUTS OUT⏤Not only Dan Heng got one, not two,….BUT THREE OF YOU!!!!!??? Which means he has E2 of you! HOW LUCKY COULD HE GET?!

Caelus: The gods above adored him…

Seele just screamed into the mic and called it BS; it surprises everyone, but they laughed it off afterwards because this stream is the highlight of everyone's day. Dan Heng, of course, posted this on his Twitter and tagged Seele in, just to boast, gloat, and be a little gremlin toward her. 

[phantom-playdough]

Macaque x GN!Reader: Studies Over Me

Of course, I’d do a studying/overworked reader with Macaque after doing one with Wukong. It seemed only fair since I have been gone for so long. Hope you guys enjoy~~~

Warnings: Angst with fluffy ending!!! Also literally one line referencing potential Shadowpeach, but it could be read as platonic or romantic, if you so choose. Just generally Macaque being a petty bish because he’s a sad monkey baby.

College was a handful, no matter how many classes you take. It’s everything hard about regular school, but now you’re paying money to go, and professors sneer at you if you have even one C level grade on your transcript. The pressure was hard for Y/n. This was the semester they took English Composition, which basically was code for: Essay Class.

Macaque knew that Y/n was stressed with school, as he had known them since they took their first semester before this one. But even if he knew the that they were struggling, he didn’t really understand how the struggles felt. What made it tricker for him was the fact that this was the first semester Y/n had started since they and Macaque had begun dating. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Macaque felt sad bitter that he wasn’t getting as much attention from Y/n because they were so focused on their class.

When they weren’t in class, Y/n seemed to only be able to talk about school. Did they hear about that new movie coming out? They won’t be able to go see it since they have class and homework. Read any new books? Only their textbooks. Write anything fun? Only essays. Talk to anyone interesting? Their group dropped the ball on a project together. Seriously, Macaque loved cared about Y/n so much. But jeez, he wished he could get them to maybe talk about his shadow plays. Or maybe the crazy shenanigans MK’s crew had going on with their last adventure. Perhaps talk about having another date night movie night and cuddle.

One thing that anyone could guess is that Macaque is new to dating, let alone dating someone as amazing as Y/n. How had he gotten lucky enough to be with them when he had all these issues? How had he been so lucky to be with someone so smart, kind, and affirming of him and his traumas. Even though Macaque would always worry deep down that he would scare them them away, Y/n stuck around and reassured him that they always would stay. They promised that they would always stand by him. That they would never leave him.

But why did it feel like that was exactly what they were doing now that they were back in school again? Macaque got so used to having Y/n with him almost always when they were off for a semester. Now though, he would be lucky to get to hang out with them for a few hours once a week!! Macaque tried desperately to keep the tightness in his heart at bay when he thought of these facts. He missed Y/n. He missed them so much. He really did. He didn’t want to admit it, and would probably deny it to his next death, but it just made him think of…him…But as he stared at his phone, laying on his couch, looking at the message he typed out a minute or two before, he felt conflicted.

‘Hey, u wanna come over? Wanna talk.’

As much as he wanted to send the message, Macaque was nervous about doing so. But he felt the tightness in his chest turn almost into a festering ball of emotion in his stomach, so he was between a rock and crazy place. He sighed and pressed send, missing the button once or thrice from his thumb shaking. He held his phone close as he waited for his loving partner read the message and hopefully respond quickly. After about ten seconds, he saw that Y/n read the message. But what rose a tiny bit annoyance in Macaque’s stomach, further growing the ball of emotion settling there, was that Y/n just sent a thumbs up emoji. Nothing else. He sighed and sat up on his couch, slamming his phone face down onto the table harder than he meant to, which made him flinch slightly at the loud noise made. Macaque decided to just get a glass of mango juice and try to wait for Y/n as patiently as he could.

When Y/n made it to Macaque’s tiny hut, they immediately noticed his salty expression on his face. To be fair, he had that expression often, but not around them. “Hey, Macaque.” They said, closing the door behind them and looking around. Something was different. “Did you clean the hut before I came here?”

Macaque huffed, a smirk on his face, but it was clear he was annoyed by something. “Yeah, maybe I did. I can be busy, sometimes!”

The way he said that rubbed Y/n the wrong way, but they tried to not pry. Not right away, at least. “Have you been busy with your shadow plays or something?” Y/n asked as they kicked their shoes off and put them to the side.

Macaque’s eyebrow twitched. “Oh, you wanna know?” His tone was unconvinced.

“Okay, what’s wrong, Macaque?” Y/n was getting fed up with this fast and this was barely five minutes into the conversation.

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me. You look like you’re trying to be passive aggressive and I want to know why.”

“Do you care?”

Y/n scoffed. “What do you mean ‘do I care’? Of course I care. You’re my partner and something I did is clearly making you upset but you’re not telling me what.”

“Well, I don’t know. You seem very interested in talking about school stuff lately and not much else! I’d hate to have ya talk about something else.” Macaque gave a fake smile, his body language and voice pulling out all of the fake innocence and theatrics.

“I-what? Is that what this is about?” Y/n was flabbergasted at this point, but Macaque clearly was just getting the argument started.

“Come on, Y/n. You may not have all my ears, but I know you heard me!”

“No, I heard you. But…you didn’t think to just say that this was bothering you?” Y/n asked, incredulously.

That made Macaque pause. He didn’t have a good rebuttal to that, given the shocked look on his face.

“Macaque, you could’ve just said that you wanted to talk about something else besides me in school, or you could’ve said that you wanted to spend more time with me, and I would’ve—”

Macaque covered Y/n’s mouth, effectively making them stop talking, his face beet red enough to blend in with the red markings on his face. He kept his hand there for a second, before he pulled Y/n into his chest with his tail, summoning a shadow portal underneath the pair to end up on the couch. Macaque pulled Y/n in close to him, laying the both of them back on the couch.

“You’re right…I’m sorry…” He said softly, his eyes downcast to the floor. “I-I’m not used to…this…” Macaque gestured between the two of them. “Not like I really ever had the chance to try this kind of thing much before.” He sighed. “I-I…I’m sorry.” He finally said, an embarrassed look on Macaque’s face.

Y/n smiled lovingly. “Macaque, I know you’ve been through a lot. I know you haven’t dated much.” Macaque blushed at that word, making Y/n laugh a bit. “And I know that you needed to spend time with me, too. Just next time, you can ask me. I promise you, I will never leave you just because you ask me to spend some more time with you.” Y/n sealed the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

Macaque flushed a bit more, a small smile on his face. Carefully, almost as if he was nervous, Macaque placed a hand on the side of Y/n’s face. He was a little surprised when Y/n snuggled into his hand, but his growing smile showed that he wasn’t one to complain. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” He asked more to himself, then to Y/n. They laughed, kissing his nose, before whispering very softly in three of his ears.

“You were yourself.”

[moonlit-angel-serenity]

They need to find meymey a sheep companion cause like what….

Also when he said he’s satoru’s best friend Daifuku was definitely like “bish what?”

Which meymey ignored, meymey your so lucky Daifuku can’t talk or else he’d give you a verbal beating

Wise words from Daifuku once again, he’s such a wise bunny

You cannot tell me Daifuku didn’t fight with him against putting that costume on….

[taechnological]

i wasn't even gone for that long and meanwhile kim namjoon dropped the album of the century, minimoni now have a whole music show to themselves, seokjin is planning to hug some lucky bishes and jungkook is dropping another song for me to obsess over for the next three centuries??

[kakushino]

Fortune in misfortune

Tsugikuni Yoriichi x GN! Reader

Christmas present (part 1) for dear @benkeibear

Tags: fluff, minor spoilers (Yoriichi's past) Word count: 0,6k

Masterlist

AN: You'll get part 2 on 17th, bish (affectionate). Thank you for supporting me at my lowest. I love you.

It was a moment of peace.

Your partner and you enjoyed a rare warm autumn’s day, you sitting on the edge of the engawa and him laying down in your lap, his face turned to your tummy, letting the banner of dark hair hang over your knees. Light breeze gently swayed the tresses, tempting your hands to bury themselves into them instead of cradling your lover’s head.

Neither of you spoke as you soaked the comfort of each other’s presence. 

The next time wind swept by, sun rays caught and scattered over the lighter shade of Yoriichi’s hair and the allure proved too great to resist. You couldn’t hold back any longer and you deftly untied the cord keeping his hair in a ponytail, letting it fall loose. If possible, Yoriichi seemed to relax even more as if the last bit of tension was released along with his hair. 

“Your hair is so smooth… so beautiful,” you whispered as your fingers played with the dark fire gently. It was like handling live silk. You knew he didn’t do anything special with his hair, using the same soap and oils as you, yet it was much better quality than yours. It made you feel a little jealous of him, though that side was always placated by him.

Yoriichi hummed, pressing even closer to your stomach, nosing at the loose fabric and breathing in the scent of freshly washed laundry mixed with something uniquely you.

Your hands restless, you picked up a bit of his hair and started to braid it loosely, trying not to disturb his rest.

You always did this, he found, offering him respite and comfort, offering him a place to lay his head upon and relax. Your hands, slightly callused from labor and your past, protected him from his demons, should he dare say it. 

Yoriichi had had so much misfortune happen to him, the losses of his past haunting him. He had much to mourn, many to grieve, but he could hardly lament meeting you. 

Yoriichi felt alive when he breathed you in, when he reveled in your embrace. At times, he did think of his first wife, and child, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret falling for you.

Yes, it was true.

He had fallen in love with you.

You were the fortune in misfortune. He felt lucky when he was with you. 

He opened his eyes slowly, looking up at you. Your eyes were focused on his hair as you played with it, calm yet bright; he felt he always discovered something new in them when he looked at you.

“Your eyes…” he murmured, bringing your attention to him. “Your eyes are like maps of old… I feel I could get lost in them if I’m not careful.”

His compliment prompted your cheeks to grow hot under his gaze. You felt the need to make him blush. “You’re like the sun then, because you bring me warmth and light up my world.”

A smile spread across his lips, yet no pink could be seen on his cheeks. Damn him. “If I am the sun, then you are my sky. I could not be if not in your presence.”

��Damn him.

You had no words, you could only hide your bashful grin behind your hand as you looked away from him, prompting Yoriichi to chuckle. “There is no need to be shy, my dearest sky,” he murmured, rolling over onto his back so he could look directly up at you. 

Had he been standing up, his knees would grow weak, he just knew it - you were too beautiful for your own good. His feelings clawed up their way from his chest and out his throat under your comforting gaze.

“I love you.”

You finally glanced back to see his cheeks dusted with pink - for the only way to make it so was with the feelings you had for each other. “I love you too, my sun.”

dividers made by the amazing @benkeibear

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[morelikeravenbore]

TREAT OR TREAT BISH!!! 🎃✨

Because anything that comes from you is a treat hehe

Well, well, well. If it isn't chaos angel. You're soo lucky I didn't feel like torturing you today. 😈

You Don't Make Friends With Green Beans. 

Or: the new French transfer student gets her “proper Hogwarts welcome” in an unexpected way. A drabble dedicated to Esme Greene, Aurélie's au bestie and brainchild of my bestie @sallowsangel 600~ words, SFW.

'Oi, Greenie!'

Dodging boiled green beans from across the Slytherin table was not how Esme Greene envisioned the beginning of her seventh year to play out, but with a best friend like Sebastian Sallow — whose penchant for being annoying was rivalled only by his inability to sit still for longer than three seconds — one could never guess how even a night as predictable as the Sorting Feast was going to unfold.

In fact, when it came to Sebastian, the only thing Esme could count on with absolute certainty was that he would find a way to annoy her — and tonight, his preferred means of getting under her skin was by flinging beans at her head while she tried futilely to ignore him.

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'Psst, Green Bean! I know you can hear me.'

Esme rolled her eyes as she artfully dodged another bean: the nickname Green, and all the seemingly endless variations of it, had been bestowed upon her one summer after Sebastian had figured out that her full name — Esmeralda Greene — could be roughly translated to Green Green; an unfortunate oversight on her parents behalf, maybe, but more likely a reflection of their desire to continue the family's Slytherin legacy by naming their daughter after their favoured house colour. 

Regardless, at just eight years old, and despite her vehement threats that if he didn't stop she'd steal her mother's wand, learn her first hex and turn his hair into snakes, Esme had officially become Green: or Greenie, Green Beans, Grass, Leaf, Treetop or any green-related adjective that popped into Sebastian's head on a whim.

When she had, as expected, been sorted into Slytherin, eleven-year-old Sebastian had laughed gleefully and said, 'With a name like Green Green, it's no wonder you made it in!', to which eleven-year-old Esme had snapped back, 'With a name like Sallow, it's no wonder you're so ugly!', before stomping off to the girls dorm with his twin sister Anne giggling in tow.

Seven years later, seventeen-year-old Esme was still "The Greenliest Gremlin of Greenland", etc — and still perpetually annoyed.

Across the table, smug as ever, Sebastian leaned back and popped a bean into his mouth. 'Ah, well,’ he drawled, crossing his arms behind his head. ‘Guess you're not interested in hearing about the Beauxbatons transfer student, then.’

'The what?' Esme slapped her fists flat on the table and glared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. ‘Beauxbatons? As in France? What do you know? Tell me right now!’

As if on cue, the enchanted candles above them dimmed, signalling the beginning of the Sorting Ceremony, but as the first years began filing in, Esme's attention was razor sharp on the freckled annoyance sitting opposite her. 

Sebastian's smirk widened. ‘Well, well, not so keen to ignore me now, are you?’ 

'Sebastian Sallow!’ Esme hissed. 

‘Green Green!’ 

‘Tell me right now!’ 

‘You know, I don't think I will.’

With a swiftness borne from a lifetime of sibling-like rivalry, they each lunged for the last remaining bean on the platter between them. Sebastian, quicker thanks to his years of playing on the Slytherin Quidditch team, snatched it up first and flung it at Esme's face. 

Only it didn't hit Esme's face. 

As if in slow motion, the bean flew well over her head, soared toward the group of jittery first years and hit a tall, auburn-haired girl smack bang in the middle of her forehead. 

A girl neither of them had even seen before —

A girl who was clearly not a first year —

‘Shit.’ Sebastian cowered in his seat as the girl turned slowly to fix him with a deeply offended scowl. ‘That's her,’ he whimpered. ‘That's the new girl.’

[an0nfr0mth3d3n]

Qsmp Characters As Pokemon!!!

(Pretty big post so I'm adding a keep reading)

Badboyhalo - Zoroark

Need I say more. Zoroark transforms to other pokemon to trick people, which I think links to Bad's pranks and shenanigans. Also the Color scheme is similar. Zoroark is said to have extremely strong bonds with its pack ("family comes first"). Also the Hisuian varient is described to look as the "embodiment of death".

2. Forever - Arcanine

Arcanine is said to be a pokemon praised for its beauty, specifically its mane (Forever's hair). Many are said to admire it (Forever gets bishes), and Arcanine is a powerful and loyal pokemon (Forever is a little dogboy coded). Also Arcanine is supposed to be regal and majestic (president).

3. Etoiles - Lycanroc (I COULDN'T CHOOSE A FORM SO I SHOWED MIDDAY)

Ok so all forms of Lycanroc fit except Midnight form. The Dusk form is said to have an INCREDIBLE fighting spirit, but the midday form is REALLY loyal and protective. This is Etoiles. He protecc, he attacc, but most of all he is the most dogboy coded character on this entire server.

4. Antoine - Type: Null

Y'all, here me out, LET ME COOK. Type: Null is said to WEAR A MASK to RETAIN ITS POWER (I subscribe to the paper bag cryptid design) lest it go on a rampage, and there are research notes that mention it being created by some government agency (federation). Also LOOK AT THESE TWO THINGS AND TELL ME THEY ARE NOT BOTH CRYPTIDS.

5. Foolish - Gholdengo

There's not a lot of pokedex entries for me to justify this, but look at that pokemon's swag. It's surfing. And it's golden. But on a pokedex info level it is a very friendly and happy go lucky pokemon that easily makes friends with people, and i feel like that fits his vibe.\

Alright that's all for now, I spent 40 minutes doing research on this only to get 5 pokemon for characters so I'm a little wiped out. Feel free to give me ideas in the tags!

[lostwriter--xx3]

Prongsfoot posts: 28 notes Max and youre lucky you got that bish

Platonic prongsfoot:

Gonna start posting platonic jegulas aus where j/s are 10 years older than reg and James is over at the Black's house at 12 and is put on diaper duty for reg. I want to see the reaction

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Gotta Be Somebody- Part6

Angel Reyes X Reader

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Mayans Clubhouse

Bishop sat in Templo at the table, a cigarette slowly burning, head in his hand. The rest of the guys sat around the table. It had been a month since anyone had heard anything on (Y/N) and he was getting antsy.

“Hey, Bish.” Angel’s voice came from the other side of the door.

“Get in here.”

Angel opened the door, Nestor standing behind him. Bishop motioned for him to follow, too. The two walked in, Angel taking his place in the corner behind Bishop, Nestor staying at the end of the table, looking at everyone.

“Have you heard from her?” Bishop asked in a quiet voice.

“I have. Three days after you last seen her, I got a message in Morse Code that she was in and she was safe. Last week we had intel again that they were at one of the border towns. Our guys manage to get these.”

He slid a folder across the table. Bishop opened it to find pictures of his daughter, hair around her face, walking with another woman and children. Another of her standing by herself, the scars showing that Nestor gave her. He laid the pictures on the table for his brothers to see.

“It seems she’s made her way up in the ranks so to speak in only a month. The intel provided has proven good so far.”

“How much longer does she have to be there?” Bishop asked.

“That depends.” Nestor responded.

“On what exactly?” Taza spoke this time.

“On when the Los Olvidados will strike next. We’re trying to figure out their endgame. (Y/N) is there to get intel on that endgame and once we know, that’s when she’ll strike.”

“Let’s hope for your sake it’s sooner than later. I want my daughter home.” Bishop said. He waved Angel forward. “Take him out of here.”

Angel nodded, glancing at the folder open on the table and walked Nestor out.

“What do we do about the current haul, Prez?” Riz asked.

“We still go. Chances are Los Olvidados will step in. The chances of my hija knowing what they’re going to be doing will be high and she’ll be with them. I’ll take those chances, just to get a glimpse of her.” Bishop answered.

“What if shit goes sideways?” Creeper chimed in.

“She won’t let it. She’ll find a way to make sure one of us is injured. She’ll make sure they leave us alive. We still ride tonight.”

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Angel

After sending Nestor off, I turned and punched the first thing I could find. Lucky for me it was a sheet of metal. I yelled out in frustration and slight pain. (Y/N) wasn’t here. She was still out there, amongst those who were killing to get back at the cartel. I felt the tears well up in my eyes at the thought of something happening to her if she was found out.

“Angel!”

I turned to see Bishop standing on the porch of the clubhouse. “Yeah?”

“I know you’re pissed. I am, too. I want her back as much as you do.”

“Those pictures. He fucked her up man. He scarred her for life, and for what?” I sniffed.

“It was her choice. She made it clear. I’m not happy with it either, but I have to be because it’s what she wanted to do for us.” He lit a cigarette before continuing. “I know you love her.”

I nodded my head. “Yeah. I do, Prez. And I’m not sorry. I know what you said, but I couldn’t help it.”

“I guess we can’t help who we fall in love with. With her you can’t help but love her. She’s special. Don’t fuck it up or I’ll fuck you up.”

“I’m pretty sure she’ll do that herself in that ring there if I do.” I pointed at the fighting ring.

He laughed. “Yeah. She will.” He put his cigarette out and looked at me. “We’re going on this run tonight. We know chances are that Los Olvidados will try and intervene. We also know if (Y/N) knows, she’ll be there. If she is, we can’t jeopardize any of us by acknowledging her, as bad as I know we both want to. If she’s got anything to tell us, she will in her own way. Got it?”

I nodded. “Got it.”

He nodded back. “Good. We leave in an hour. Be ready.”

“Aight.”

He nodded to my hand. “Wrap that up before you leave.”

He turned and went back inside. I followed and went to the bathroom and found some wraps and wrapped my hand. All I could think about was (Y/N). How much I missed her. How I wanted to see her. I walked out of the bathroom and saw everyone in the main area. I looked at the open door to Templo and saw the pictures still on the table. I made sure no one was looking and I walked in.

I grabbed the picture of just (Y/N) and folded it to where it was just her face. I tucked it away in my kutte and walked back out. I gathered with everyone else getting ready to make the run.

“Listen up, here’s how it’s goin to go. Creeper and Riz will be in the van. Coco and Gilly will follow behind. Hank, Taza and Angel will be up front with me. Let’s roll out.” Bishop waved his hand and we all took off.

We stopped at the warehouse for the pickup before heading towards the drop off point. Bishop and I shared a look as we finally left. It would be a couple hours ride there and back so I settled in.

After at least an hour or more into the ride, we could hear vehicles and bikes coming up from behind that wasn’t our own. Creeper flashed the lights to let us know our suspicions were right. Next thing we knew they were flying around us and stomping their brakes ahead of us to make us stop. Bishop held up his hand to signal us to stop. People jumped out of the van and that’s when I noticed a woman’s figure get off a bike.

Bishop and I shared a look, his look telling me not to say a fucking word.

“Out of the van! Let’s go!” A guy yelled at Creeper and Riz, a gun pointed at them.

“Don’t even think about it. Get off the bikes and put your hands up. Let’s go.” Another one yelled at the rest of us.

The woman walked towards me and Bishop, gun pointed straight at us. “Get down on the ground. Now!”

My heart jumped in my throat. It was her. (Y/N). I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Bishop and I both glanced up at her. Her face was covered except her eyes. Those big beautiful (E/C) eyes staring down at us with anything but hatred. Her hair was pulled back. Fingerless gloves on her hands, her wrists showing under her sleeve. Just out of sight, I could see a set of angel wings tattooed on the inside of her left wrist.

“Hurry up! Get it all! Leave nothing behind!” She yelled at the others, her gun still trained on the two of us.

Once they were done, she ordered everyone back into the van. She gave us one more look before she spoke loud enough for her men to hear. “Tell Galindo this won’t be the last time his transports will be hijacked if he keeps the killing of innocents going.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered before she hit Bishop across the head with her gun.

Before she turned to leave, she inconspicuously dropped two envelopes in the dirt in front of us and kicked dirt on them before turning and running towards her bike. She got on and they sped away.

“Everyone okay?” Hank asked.

“Was that her, Prez?” Riz asked from behind us.

“Yeah. It’s her. She left this.” He held up the envelope with his name on it. “Let’s get back and I’ll call Galindo. We’ll see what it says there.” He shoved it in his kutte pocket.

The other envelope had my name in it. I quickly shoved it in my pocket with her picture and headed off with the other guys.

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We sat in the warehouse waiting for Galindo to give him whatever was in the envelope that (Y/N) had left for him. Bishop kept the other in his pocket that was also in the same envelope.

Finally, Galindo and his men walked in.

“Please tell me why my product is in the hands of Los Olvidados and not at my buyer?”

“(Y/N). She was the leader in tonight’s raid. She made one hell of a show. She told us to tell you that this won’t be the last time your transports will be hijacked if you keep killing innocents.” Bishop chuckled. “Then she was able to drop this for you while no one was around.” He held up the envelope.

Galindo took it and read the contents. He smiled and chuckled. “It seems your daughter is closer to stopping this group in just under two months than any one of my men or any person I have hired has been. You should be proud of her.” He put the paper in his pocket and straightened up his coat. “I’ll forgive this, gentlemen, because as it seems, my product is in safe hands at the moment. And if by some chance, this letter is truthful as to where it will be taken and stored, well, let’s just say, if it can be retrieved, she just made you all very wealthy men.”

He took his leave and left us dumbfounded.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Taza asked.

“I’ll explain back at the clubhouse. Let’s go.”

Once back, Bishop had everyone, including me, join him in Templo. He pulled out the letter and read it to all of us.

Papa,

This won’t be a long one, but I wanted to write knowing Adelita is putting me as leader on this run. And knowing it’s you who is doing the mule, well, I couldn’t say no, simply because of my selfish ass wanting to see you and every one of my brothers and uncles.

Inside this envelope is another letter for Miguel. Get it to him. It’ll have details of where I will have his product stored. I’m setting things up for him to be able to retrieve it, but the only way he will be able to retrieve it is with the promise that when he does, and I’ll be watching, is that each and every one of you receive compensation for the trouble you went through tonight. That compensation will be in the form of $50,000 each.

I mean, after all, the fucker can afford it. He hired me to kill this bitch, right? He’s going to pay to have it done right.

I love you, Papa.

You, too, Assholes.

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Things are heating up for our reader! And for our Mayans!! Stay tuned for more!!

@ravennaortiz

@spnaquakindgdom

[midheavenastrology]

✿❁Observations on Venus ♀︎and Mars♂︎ signs ❁✿

🍵Virgo - so Virgo rules the 6th house of health/well being. Virgo is also the perfectionist. Y’all have definite HIGH ass standards (I can relate: I’m a Virgo moon) what I’ve noticed is that strong virgo placements tend to like “fit” peeps, like they admire when you work out or have some kind of work out routine. Oh and plz be clean and smell nice 4 them 🧼🫧🧴😇 also “acts of service” is their Numbero uno love language “ babe I took out the trash 444 u 😏”

🍵Leo: y’all rule the heart ❤️ chakra so it’s really about love for u. Like u care less about looks and more about how much ur heart feels in tune with them. U love romance, but old school romance 💘 like 🍷 wine and dine 🍛🍽️me then call me daddy 😩lol. U usually date someone who’s a lil high maintenance, maybe a bit of a drama queen/king🤴👸iz da royal vibe tho.

🍵Capricorn : It’s def about brains for u 🧠🧐Like u can’t do dum dum babes- it makes u pucker in disdane. U want someone with goals, dreams. Someone who u can stand next 2 and be proud of. Like, this bish is a CEO of their company 🤑damnnnn. U like structure/control. Ur probs a bit of a control freak. 🪢It’s otay, just remember u can only control ur own needs. Truth is u need to feel secure to let ur guard down (probs where the control comes in) just like ur sister sign Cancer 🤗

🍵Aquarius: similar to Virgo, y’all tend to like fit, skinner peeps. You like someone that’s a little off the cuff, whether it’s how they think, dress or have like one lazy eye or some shit. 😎😎😎 the cool underdogs are ur cup of tea 🍵 for shore. U enjoy space in the relationship. Space literally 👽🛸and space between seeing each other..like u can literally go weeks without hangin with the other. My Pisces Venus shudders lol 😂

🍵Cancer: you’re the mother, the nurturer 🌝 so u want someone that is compassionate, sweet 🍰🍭🧁and receptive. You don’t like when someone is 2 aggressive 👿Just like the crab 🦀 u hide in ur shell 🐚 if someone is like “hey bb, let’s fuck” Just like the tides of the moon 🌚 🌝u can be moody so u need someone to be able to hold ur emotions. Be gentle with them. Be patient. The sweetest love 💗

🍵Scorpio: ya’ll naturally attract mystics 🪄🧚‍♂️🧝‍♀️and witchy 🧙‍♀️types. Who’s to say these types are ur ideal tho. Maybe they be, maybe not. U like deep deep divin into the psychological 🔎👩‍🏫underpinnings of ur lover. U want 2 kno every lover they’ve had before u, u just do ok, even if it hurts u. Lol. U like deep, soulful seggs 🫦🤫When u trust, u give endlessly, but when ur betrayed, u get daggers 🗡️ in ur eyes.

🍵Aries: oh gawd, y’all just love the chase 🏃‍♀️🏃🏃‍♂️don’t u ? 🍒 u love it so much that when things settle down, u don’t know what to do with yourself lol. Das why, u love independence, u also like it when the person is direct, but plz let an Aries take the lead lol. U like when the person surprises you 😱🤯😲keeps things fresh 🍑🍆Clingy is the opposite of what u need. But u contradict because ur secretly a BiG baby 👶🏻🍼🤗inside that needs to be coddled lol. Dilemma 🤔

🍵Pisces: it me ! So Venus is exalted in Pisces. It means Venus just LOVES 🥰🥰🥰being in Pisces, it’s the honorary guest y’all. So sweet, so sentimental, so love. Gotta be careful tho, cus u can put peeps on pedestals 🧎‍♀️🛐with dem rose 🌹 colored glasses 🤓 lol. If you’ve ever been loved by a Venus in Pisces, count urself lucky 🍀 AF. They will love u so deeply, cosmically 🔮and without boundaries- the purest love on this earth plane y’all. I cry 🥺🥺🥺

🍵Gemini: I like to call this Venus placement, mind fuckers: u fuck with ur mind 💭💬🗯️All the air placements do honestly. No mind connection, GTFO. I’d say y’all are less sexually aggressive tbh. More flowy (unless u got some srs fire placements, cus fire placements do be smashing all day long) again, like Aquarius, u like space 🛸☄️🚀in ur relationships. Hella flirty 🫦🫦🫦with ur words (most air placements are btw) one thing; if these cats lose interest in u, the number 1 tall tell sign is they stop communicating 🙊🙊🙊as frequently lol

🍵Sagittarius: usually you’re into foreign peeps, because Sag rules the 9th house of foreign places 🌁🌆🌌🚞🧳🚢You like the unknown, so u seek it. Someone who speaks a different language 🗣️than u is such a turn on. Someone who drinks coffee differently from u is such a turn on. Ur less discriminatory when it comes to looks- very open minded 🙌After all, y’all are the explorers of the zodiac. You want to explore ALL the options big, small, in between etc 😏😏😏

🍵Taurus: cus ur ruled by Venus…ngl, u like pretty, u like beauty 💋💄👗. U like when someone is put together and cute. U like good manners and nice smells 👃U like to take it slow and steady, becus they always win 🏆 the race ya kno ? U like sensory feels, like ur probs into some domination in bed yes yes ??? ⛓️🔗U like honesty, consistency and stability. Don’t lie to them…you’ll never be forgiven ever ever ever.

🍵Libra: also ruled by Venus, so u like someone clean, lean and charming. Ur a natural flirt 🫦so u don’t mind if ur other is one too. Keeps things fresh right ? U like someone that says please and thank you. Ur a sucker for a pretty face, but a bigger sucker for a pretty brain. The two combined: big time score 4 u. Y’all really love love 🥰🥰🥰u like bein in love and thinkin about it and romanticizing about it but when ur in it, u just can’t decide - u probs left someone on read a couple times and ghosted 👻them cus u felt pressure to decide lol. 🥲

Das all y’all ! Hope this was helpful 🤗🤗🤗

Thanks so much 444 reading and supporting !

Love y’all 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[xerith-42]

oo ship idea!! asch x phys is a popular one:)

I'm assuming you meant Rhys, and while I'm not surprised this is a popular ship, it's one I've never written.

First time for everything

Asch's castle was depressingly empty. It was something Rhys tried not to think about too often, busying himself with studies or stocking up the library he was allowed to access. It always infuriated him that the Royal Library was shut off from him, but he never expressed such a thing to anyone. Just spend his days wandering the empty castle, stocking the boring shelves of this library. He never expressed his dissatisfaction with this empty castle. He still considered himself lucky to even be in this castle half the time.

Rhys was smart. He never doubted that. He was able to be humble about that fact, yet there was still that lingering part of him that feared he somehow didn't deserve to be here. That he had somehow faked his way through an entire apprenticeship and relationship with the prince of Daemos. It sounded ridiculous, but it never stopped him from thinking it.

"Are you busy?" Asch suddenly asked. Rhys jumped with surprise, looking up from the page he nearly had his nose buried in. Asch was leaning over the table in the library, his hair falling forward slightly as he looked into Rhys' eyes. One major thing made Rhys doubt his entire career path. His never ending crush on the Prince of Daemos. How could he be his right hand man when he wanted to court him?

"N-Not particularly," Rhys finally stuttered out. "Why do you ask?"

"I..." Asch looked around, before pulling a chair over and sliding into it naturally. Suddenly the same height made the scene more intimate. It didn't help Rhys' ongoing crisis when he heard how low Asch's voice could be when he whispered. "I need something from the Royal Library."

"Why are you asking me? I'm forbidden to go in there."

"But you want to."

"That is besides the point."

"Rhys, I don't know how to navigate a library, you do."

"Not one I've never been in." Asch rolled his eyes, and that managed to make a cheeky smile break out across Rhys' face. He wanted to help Asch with this more than anything. He just had to put up a bit of a fight so the prince wouldn't get suspicious at his eagerness to break castle rules.

"Please, Rhys, I need your help with this." That single word was Rhys' weakness. Anytime Asch said that, Rhys was guaranteed to help, and Asch knew it. "Please." Rhys let out a sigh, still pretending that he had to be talked into this.

"What are we looking for?" Asch's face broke out into a smile as he reached into his shirt and pulled out an old worn down piece of paper. On it was a list of ingredients, only about half of them Rhys recognized. It was in Lady Grandma's handwriting. Asch pointed to the bottom part of the list, three different book titles, all marked as being in the Royal Library.

"Lady Grandma has tasked me to start gathering the items on this list. Some will be easier than others, but I figured you could help me with these." Rhys looked over the rest of the page.

"What is this for?" Asch flinched, tempted to pull the page away. Then again, if he was going through with this, Rhys would find out eventually.

"I'll tell you later. We've got a short window to work on right now." Asch somehow leaned in even closer, and Rhys had to fight every part of his body that told him to kiss Asch. Not important. "Bish and my brother will be gone for another three moons, and Lady Grandma said she's willing to open the library for us, but we still have a very short amount of time before someone gets suspicious of how long we've been gone."

"Sounds like we need to get to work."

"Meet me in the east wing, last door before the Royal Hall, just as the moon rises again."

"You have my word I'll be there, Prince Asch." Asch got this look to him, not quite the cocky grin Rhys was used to. it seemed... softer. Like he knew something Rhys didn't, but kept it to himself.

"I'm sure you will."

And when the moon rose, Rhys was waiting nearby the library, book in hand as he leaned against the wall. He was at least trying to act casual. Trying. When Asch slid up next to him and their shoulders bumped against one another, he could tell he was failing. Just their shoulders bumping together was enough to have him blushing like an idiot and struggling to hold his book up.

"Ten seconds," Asch whispered. A shiver went down Rhys' spine hearing his quiet voice directly in his ear. He didn't trust himself to speak, so he just nodded, and counted. Ten seconds past, and they heard the sound of the Royal Library doors being opened. Asch suddenly grabbed Rhys' hand and took off, causing Rhys to nearly trip over himself, only catching his footing once his book had been abandoned. He'd come for it later.

Not much else mattered when he and Asch were racing hand in hand through the Royal Library, ducking past a shelf before they paused, backs against the case to catch their breaths. Asch shoved the paper into Rhys' hands, and while he initially struggled to read the titles, he had an easier time. All of them books on human souls and magic.

"Know where they are?" Asch asked quietly.

"Yes. They'll be hidden, back corner, left side," Rhys answered, and the moment the words left his mouth, Asch took off again. this time Rhys managed to keep up, though his eyes wandered as they raced through the musty library. Asch stopped suddenly, making Rhys slam into his back. "Prince Asch, why--"

Asch brought an arm around him and dragged him into the nearest alcove, before putting a hand over Rhys' mouth. He kept his gaze elsewhere, listening for whatever might be a threat to them getting found out. All Rhys could focus on was how warm Asch's hand was, how beautiful he looked towering over him, and how close their bodies were. Their chests were nearly touching in the cramped space, and it seemed like Asch didn't notice.

Eventually he let out a sigh of relief and dropped his hand, turning to look down at the daemos below him. Then he realized how close they were to each other, and how dark Rhys' cheeks were. Oh. Asch smiled again, that same soft grin, and this time he let out a muted laugh. Only loud enough for them to hear.

"What are you laughing at?" Rhys asked, his voice coming out more pouty than he intended. Asch let out that laugh again, leaning in close enough that Rhys could feel his breath on his face.

"How much you want to kiss me," Asch replied, bringing a hand to Rhys' chin. "Don't think I haven't seen the way you look at me." Rhys' breathing picked up, his hands digging into the shelf behind him.

"I-i haven't a clue what you're talking about, P-Prince."

"Sure you don't. That's why you're pushing me away and telling me to stop, right?" Rhys went silent, and that was all the invitation Asch needed to close the minuscule distance between their lips. Rhys' previously frozen hands jumped to Asch's cheeks, pulling him in closer, leaning into the kiss like it was his last moment alive. It had been two seconds and he was already addicted to the feeling. He needed it like he needed to breathe.

And to his absolute delight, Asch returned a similar affection, pulling Rhys closer by his hips and holding him in place. Their quest of whatever they were doing was long forgotten in Rhys' mind, just pushing into Asch hoping for another second of this sweet bliss. The sound of shuffling from nearby made them both freeze, eyes wide open and looking around, lips still locked. Another shuffle, and then a skittering away. Asch finally pulled away, but he kept his hands where they were.

"The Guardians are growing restless. We need to get going," He said, surprisingly calm given the scenario. All Rhys could notice was how pretty his cheeks looked when they were blushing that brightly. "Rhys, we need to go!"

"R-right, sorry, let's go!" Rhys said back, this time taking the lead as they approached the final bookcase. He barely managed to get his eyes to focus on the paper, and struggled even more to find the books in question. And for once it wasn't because of his awful sight. It was because he kept wanting to look at Asch's lips, to pull him into another kiss, to have another moment like that. He finally managed to find the three books, one of them a normal size he was used to, one significantly smaller, and the other nearing the weight of a hefty tome. Asch carried it without question.

It meant their escape was less romantic as they weren't running hand in hand anymore, but when they stumbled out of the library still breathing, it was worth it. The doors creaked closed behind them, and in the following silence they could both hear the others heavy breathing. Asch glanced down at Rhys, who looked up at him wide eyed and almost in awe.

"Let's get these to Lady Grandma's potion room," Asch instructed as he adjusted how he was carrying the tome. "And when we're done with that, I can take you back to my chambers."

"Y-Yes, Prince Asch."