#oneshot fic

[hoomandoescosplay]

Nighttime Routine | Vox x Reader Oneshot

As I’m laying my head on his chest I can feel his breathing start to slow and even out. Guess he can fall asleep fast I think to myself.

I untangle myself from his embrace and give him a gentle kiss on the cheek before laying on my side and trying to drift off as well.

I struggle for a few minutes before my eyes finally start to get heavy and I begin to drift off.

As soon as my eyes fully close they snap open as a bright light freaks me out. I sit up slightly to get a better view and I see a video of Vark swimming underwater.

Vark’s never been underwater from what I know at least. I glance at Vark at the edge of the bed and see him curled up fast asleep as well.

I then glance back at Vox’s screen as a new video is playing. Are these his dreams? I reach my arm out and lightly pat Vox’s shoulder.

“I think your dreams are playing on your screen…” I mumbled tiredly. I get no response from him.

I sigh as I lay back down facing the ceiling. The light is continuing to emit off of his screen which does not help me to fall asleep.

After a few more minutes of staring at the ceiling I cover my face as I groan out. His screen starts to play some white noise that correlates to his dreams.

“There’s no way I’m falling asleep like this.” I mutter out through my hands. I can faintly hear the noises coming from the white noise as I grab one of my pillows and move closer to Vox.

“Sorry but not really.” I mumbled sleepily as I placed the pillow over his face and screen to try to drown out the light and noise.

I guess I may have pressed the pillow down too hard on his screen cause it woke him up.

"What in the world-" He mumbled sleepily, removing the pillow from his face, "What's going on, doll? Why did you do that-?" He questioned, blinking tiredly.

I stare at him for a moment as he’s now holding onto my pillow. “You need a mute button.” I mumble as I rub my eyes tiredly.

He stifled a yawn as he began to understand what I’m referring to. "Oh, I see. You're hearing my dreams. Did it bother you that much?" He asked as he placed the pillow he was holding down next to him.

“I’m just not used to sleeping with any sort of lights or noise.” I admit feeling slightly bad for waking him up.

He nods slightly and moves his arm so it's wrapped around me again as he pulls me closer to him.

"I should have put my screen on its night mode. That’s my fault, doll." He mumbled tiredly. His screen then goes to a settings page and I see him flick on his night mode setting.

He sighs to himself and blinks tiredly as he wraps the blanket back over us. "I do appreciate you waking me up instead of trying to suffer in silence." He mumbled, referring to me waking him up by placing the pillow on his face.

I laugh quietly. “Waking you up wasn’t part of the plan but you’re welcome.” I cuddle up into his embrace. “Thank you.” I whisper out as I close my eyes.

He smiles faintly and presses a gentle kiss to my temple and cuddles me back, burying his face into my hair. "You're welcome, doll." He whispered quietly as we both drifted off to sleep.

[yallthemwitches]

A Matter of Fairness

James' Quidditch match is derailed by a very distracting Head Girl. (NSFW, oneshot) AO3 Link Here

The fall air swept through the open doors of the castle and ruffled at James’ hair. He shifted his stance anxiously. Squinting to look out the doors of the main hall, he could see huddled classmates in bursts of gold and red intermingling with the color of autumn leaves. He did a quick scan of each face, but was unsuccessful at finding a particular redhead within the crowd. 

A finger reached out and poked his cheek, making a twisting indentation into his skin. 

“You always make the same dopey face when you are thinking about Lily, you know that right?” Marlene pulled back her finger before poking him harder. James swatted at her hand which she dodged.

“Come off it. I was just—focusing.” Marlene snorted and shifted her broom to her other shoulder. 

“Focusing on the thought of Lily’s fanny, is more like it.”  Before James could retort, Marlene swung her broom to give his backside a soft pat. 

She wasn’t wrong. But still, he didn’t like being called out for it. 

“Get your head in the game, captain,” Marlene called, now walking towards the double doors towards the quidditch pitch. 

He knew Marlene was right, but he couldn’t help himself. He thought of how they woke up this morning: Lily wrapped in his arms with her hair fanned out on the pillow. The feel of her breasts pushing into him as her chest rose and fell in sleep. She fit perfectly into him: into his life, his body—he felt like an utter lunatic even wanting more of her still. Just the thought of her brought a fire into his chest.

“Hey Captain.��

And there she was. It seemed like ever since they had officially begun dating, Lily had the capability to stop time. The world fell away around her and she pulled him in like a force of gravity. It felt completely supernatural— he hoped the sensation would never go away. 

She stood in front of him now, face beaming. Her fringe slightly windswept from the crisp breeze. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his bottom lip, making him hum in approval.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it.” He placed his hands on either side of the crest of her neck and gently stroked her pressure point with his thumb. 

“You have so little faith in me?” She made a small pout and James was filled with the urge to kiss it away. He succumbed to the desire.

Mid-snog James opened his eyes to see Marlene and the rest of the marauders just a little ways off. Sirius shook his head in defeat while both him and Marlene made dramatic hand gestures. James could hear Marlene yell a sarcastic good luck before Sirius bounded in their direction. James groaned into Lily’s mouth.

 “We are about to be interrupted,” he breathed into her ear before nibbling at her earlobe. She leaned into his mouth. 

“Well, you’re going to keep kissing me.” He couldn’t argue with that. 

“Oi, you two! Just because you have some bloody daily shagging quota to fill doesn’t mean you have to do it in public.”

Lily pulled back from James and dramatically gasped. 

“Oh no! I forgot about the quota. James we are so behind, maybe you need to miss the Quidditch match…”

He knew she was just taking the piss out of Sirius, but it was a very enticing idea. Sirius used his shoulder to push his way in between Lily and James, despite Lily’s attempts to keep her arms firmly wrapped around his neck.

“Now you two be good Head Boy and Girl and stop dry humping in front of the student body.”

Lily took a step back with her hands up. “Alright alright, Chill out. I’ll let him go, just let me say one last thing to him. I promise I won’t get carried away.”

Sirius narrowed his eyes but stepped back. James couldn’t see Lily’s face, but whatever her expression, Sirius raised his eyebrows in response and gave a small smirk before walking away.

“You haven’t even said anything about my outfit.” James whipped his head back to Lily who had stepped back enough for him to fully see her. His extra quidditch jersey had been charmed to fit her better and her corduroy skirt hit higher than any Hogwarts uniform policy would allow. 

“Thief,” he accused, while the gravitational pull started again. Before he was even aware his arms were back around her and reaching for her bum. Lily laughed and smacked at his arms, which pulled her closer. 

“I nicked it off the ground in your dorm this morning.”

“I would have just given it to you.” His face was hovering dangerously close to hers again. The memory of the impending quidditch match started to fog and the vision of just hours before, laying tangled together in his bed flashed through his mind. 

“That would’ve ruined the surprise.” Lily chuckled. “And that’s not all,” she leaned in to breathe into his ear, making him shudder. I have a little lucky charm for you too.”

She pushed James off her to gain room to reach into her bag. Close-fisted, she pulled James’ hand between them and placed the soft ball of lace inside his open palm. 

His whole world zoomed into the knickers that now slowly unraveled themselves in his hand. 

“You’re joking.” He croaked. 

“I’m not.”

“You mean there’s nothing–”

“There’s nothing on underneath this no.” 

“Christ Evans.”

James could feel his head nodding, though his heartbeat felt like an oncoming earthquake.

“Merlin, how am I supposed to play with this knowledge—with you—-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence. From beyond, he could hear a roar of cheers coming from the stadium. They were running out of time. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Lily smirked, starting to back up towards the door. “Just keep your eyes on the prize.” She turned and sauntered off. James breathed a string of expletives into the air, still hovering his hand with her knickers dangling from them. 

XXX

The game went as expected—meaning completely derailed. James tried to position himself on the Ravenclaw side of the stadium as much as possible, but it wasn’t a sure bet. Every time he followed the quaffle’s movements into Gryffindor territory, the vision of Lily appeared: front row sandwiched between Remus and Sirius, leaning forward over the front railing in anxious anticipation of the game. She might have not even meant to tease him in such a way, but just the sight alone of her body bent forward; back arched just so slightly, pulled his focus completely off the field and into every dark corridor he could find for them once the game ended. In the pocket of his quidditch kit, he could feel the knicker’s presence burning into his thigh.

It was the most undeserving win he had ever experienced, and if he was being honest, he didn’t care. 

After the game, the Gryffindor house rushed the pitch in a celebratory mass. James seemed to part through it in a daze on his mission to find her. Thankfully, he didn’t have to look far. 

Rushing toward him, she wrapped her arms around him into an embrace and he picked her up off the ground.

“You played like rubbish,” she teased into his ear. 

“And whose fault is that,” he growled back, putting her back on the ground and smashing their lips together. 

“We need to leave. Now.” He gasped out and Lily pulled back to laugh. 

“What? And take Mr. Quidditch Captain away from his afterparty—what kind of monster do you think I am?” Her eyes sparked and she wiggled her eyebrows. Surely she’s not being serious. 

“Evans—” James warned.

“Potter,” she taunted back. He pulled her back against him, forcing one of her legs to wedge between his own so that she could feel his arousal against her lower half.

“I’m going mad Lily. I’ve been like this since before the game—knowing that you—it's not fair…”

Lily laughed again and ran a hand through the hair on the nape of his neck while the other snaked its way between them to run a finger over the pants of his ever growing erection. He let out a ragged expletive and darted his eyes around the crowd, praying to Merlin that no one was watching them close enough. 

“You still haven’t convinced me you deserve it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.” He blurted it out with no hesitation. At this current moment, with her knickers in his pocket and her hand on him in public, hell, he would even beg. 

Lily pulled her hand back up and rubbed a thumb over his lips. He caught it with a nip of his teeth and her eyes darkened. 

“Enjoy the after party…have a few drinks…mingle with your team…then if you are good I might let you shag me.”

James closed his eyes and hummed, his erection nowhere near dissipating.

“What constitutes as good?”

Lily pursed her lips for a moment. “Hmmm. I guess I’ll figure that out as I go.”

James’ hand tried its luck at toying with the edges of her skirt, but Lily swiftly knocked it away and turned to follow the crowd back to the castle. 

“Oh and James–” she had turned to call back to him. “Don’t change out of your quidditch kit.”

As she turned and continued away, James buried his face in his hands and let out a groan. 

“Ayo, looking alive Prongs.”

Before he could look up from his hands, Sirius landed a slap right on his groin, forcing his knees to almost buckle in pain. 

“Bloody Fuck, Pads—that hurt.” James was doubled over at the waist and heaving air into his lungs.

“You've been like that this whole time? No wonder you played like shit.” 

“Thanks mate.” James finally mustered up the energy to right himself. 

“So what? Is this some weird new kink you lot are trying out?”

James gave him a pointed look. “If it is, I did not consent to it.”

“Oh, so she’s torturing you then—Merlin, love how that girl thinks.”

It hadn’t occurred to James that she could have a motive. He racked his brain and his eyes grew wide. 

“Oh, god I think I know why.”

“Do I want to know—actually yeah, tell me.”

It was flashing past James' memory now. The History of Magic class. His hand sliding up her skirt. The noise she made when his hand reached the very center of her; still wet from the quick shag that they had only hours earlier….

“You really want me to tell you?” James cautioned. 

“Well…tell me like you would tell it to your Grandpa Henry.” 

James sighed. “Well during History of Magic the other day I might have—I might have let my hand wander in her…private area.”

Sirius let out a barking laugh. “Jesus you would say that to your Grandpa? That’s pretty fucked up, mate.” James just closed his eyes and pressed his fingers to his temples. 

“Sirius—I’m really not—”

“Oh, I’m messing with you. C’mon, you might as well get it over with—whatever she’s up to….please don’t tell me though because I’d rather not be an accessory to this.”

When they reached the Gryffindor tower, there was already music pounding and drinks being doled out into the crowd. James scanned the room to find Lily sitting on the hearth of the fireplace amongst her girlfriends. She spied him in the doorway and uncrossed her legs, giving her knees a teasing sway before turning to continue listening to the conversation. 

Fuck fuck fuck. 

He had to reconsider his tactic. He wasn’t going to get far just letting her torture him for the duration of the night. He needed to get on the offensive. 

James grabbed a drink from the table of refreshments and sauntered up to Lily, who had been abandoned by her friends. She blinked her eyes at him, and smiled; pretending like his presence was a surprise. 

“Welcome to the party Mr. Quidditch Captain,” she grinned at him while patting the empty space next to her. He sat down and instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist, letting his hand tuck slightly into the waistband of her skirt. It was quiet, but he could hear her breath hitch. 

James leaned in and let his teeth graze her earlobe. Under his hand, he could feel her shift a bit. 

“What do you want? I’m dying here.” So much for being on the offensive. Just the proximity of her body alone made all of his morals crumble. 

Lily laughed and placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head and placing a kiss on the pressure point just above his jaw. 

“What are you going to do, Potter? Shag me right here?” She pulled away far enough to look at his lips with a dark expression. She was not very far from breaking either. 

“I would—oh Merlin I would—if that wouldn’t be so frowned upon seeing as we are Head Boy and Girl ...and that shagging in public settings is generally frowned upon.”

James placed his hand on her side and grasped at the bottom edge of her skirt. Lily hummed in approval.

“Do I need to beg? I’ll get on my knees even-–make a whole show of it.”  Lily’s laugh tinkled in his ear. She turned her body to face him directly. Her eyes were deep and fogged.

“What I want is for us to leave this party, find a nice quiet place all to ourselves, and for you to fuck me harder than you ever have.”

James saw stars. If he wasn’t hard before, he definitely was now. He didn’t even wait to respond, rather grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up onto her feet. 

“James–” Lily cautioned. There was no finesse to his movements. He didn’t even care that the whole crowd would know exactly where they were stealing off to. He kept his arm around her waist and maneuvered her towards the portrait hole. 

The second the party disappeared behind the portrait again, he dropped to his knees. Using one hand to push her up against the stone wall of the corridor, he gave no preamble to reach underneath her skirt and discover that she had been telling the truth all along. 

He swore under his breath and not wasting a single second longer, slipped a finger inside her. She made a squeal and bucked her hips up into the air. She clawed her hands at the wall behind her.

“James–ah—someone could—” But he didn’t care. He slipped another finger inside her and curled them together in a learned pattern that he knew would make her writhe underneath him. He gave her one last glance, before dipping his head underneath her skirt, finally finding the reward he had been wanting since before his match. 

He lapped at her folds, causing her to grasp at his hair, pushing his tongue farther into her. She began making small breathy noises and they urged him on. He loved that when she was writhing under him, the cadence of her voice changed, it felt more real—like he was pulling out the very core of her spirit in those moments. 

If Lily cared that they were still in a very public corridor, she was no longer showing it. She kept her hands tightly wound in his hair and bucked her hips up to aid in the rhythm of his work. He started to feel her quiver under his tongue—a sure sign that her release was near, and withdrew himself from her. 

An exasperated cry leaked from her mouth, but James stood and pressed his mouth on hers to silence it. His tongue and lips still tasted of her, and she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip to bring attention to that knowledge. 

“No fair.” She mouthed out—her voice sounded ragged and thin. 

“Evans, don’t talk to me about fair.” He took her hand and pulled her down the corridor. He felt like an insatiable animal—he had already felt like one even before this torturous day, but now the feeling was threefold. 

They clamored down the tower until they reached a small study room. James slammed the door shut behind them and immediately turned on Lily. She clawed off his jersey and began kissing down his chest toward his pant line. 

“No.” He growled, pulling her back up from her descent and pushed her back on one of the wooden tables. She lifted her legs and he could see right up her skirt to where he had tasted her just minutes before. 

Ripping at the snaps on her skirt, the fabric fell off easily in one swift movement. Lily perched herself up on her elbows and pouted, watching James remove his glasses and start unweaving the drawstrings of his quidditch trousers. 

“Let me go down on you—I want to taste you.” James abandoned his work on his pants for a moment and pressed his thumb to her clit, circling it with mild pressure. 

“I played by your rules today—it's my turn.” He ripped off his pants and stepped away from them. His cock sprung up in the moment of its release and he used one hand to stroke it softly as he continued moving his thumb on her clit. Lily’s eyes darkened further at the sight of his body; her lips began to quiver and she reached a hand out to him. 

He lurched forward. Standing over her from her lounged position on the table. Lifting one of her thighs up to his shoulder blade, he leaned forward and entered her. Lily let out a loud oh, and tried to move one hand to rub her clit. James grabbed both her hands and pinned them over her head, using the momentum of his thrusts to keep her below him. Looking down, her eyes glittered; blown-out and staring as he continued to pump.

Despite the quick, deep successions of his movement, the dominant demeanor James had been trying to carry was slipping away with every thrust. Instead, the pleasure from being inside her was overriding and making him slip into a trance that only her body could conjure. Lily continued to make whimpering noises unconsciously, sometimes peppering in his name or a muggle expletive.

“James—deeper.”

He sucked in a breath and obliged, lifting her hips even higher off the table and making his thrusts more sharp. The table rocked and a noise of splintering wood came from some unknown source. The table could break, someone could hear them— or worse walk in—but neither of them cared. They were both completely lost in the void of each other. 

Lily's breath turned ragged and James pushed his tongue into her mouth, letting her moan straight into him rather than letting her sounds disappear into the air. He felt her body start to contract, but he didn’t let up. 

“James—I’m going to.” He didn’t let her finish the thought. He pulled himself out of her and before she could object, flipped her over so her cheek was pressing into the tabletop and her arse was arched into the air. He grabbed hold of her hips and made one quick thrust deep into her and she let out a gasp. He watched her hands grab at the sides of the table. 

“Come for me Lily. I want to feel it. You feel so good—god so fucking perfect—that’s it baby.” 

She opened her eyes and looked up at him from the tabletop. Her mouth opened to say something, but he watched as her pupils dilated and then softened. Around his cock, he could feel the rush of her release and she screamed out his name all while not breaking his gaze.

After she was done, her body sagged for a moment on the tabletop, before regaining the strength to sit up. Her lips were swollen and her breasts were erect and heaving with the aftershock of her orgasm. 

James pulled himself out of her, and she pulled at his neck to kiss him, taking his lower lip in between hers to suckle on it. 

“Ok, my turn to be in charge.” She sank to her knees in front of him and grabbed the base of his cock in one hand. James let out a hiss—he was already dangerously close. She had gone down on him many times before, but not after having been inside her. He watched as she regarded her own release that covered his cock. Hovering her mouth over his tip, she paused her lips to look up at him.

“Thank you.” She took a long lick over his tip, then down his length. James let out a strangled cry; it was now his turn to weave his hands into her hair. 

She bobbed her head up and down his length, using her tongue to flick over his tip. She licked off all of her own moisture before removing her mouth from him to sit back on her heels. 

James’ eyes were unfocused and far gone. He watched as she licked her lips and continued to use her hand to pump him. 

“Thank you,” she repeated. ”I’ve never really tasted my come before–not like that. It’s good.” 

James' body felt electrified—her words seeping into him as she put him back in her mouth and steadily continued to suck. He dared not to close his eyes as he watched his cock disappear and reappear from her mouth—her tits bouncing as she leaned forward and backward. He never wanted it to end, but the pressure was mounting, and beyond his vision sparks of light were appearing. 

“Lily, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to —” but she latched onto his hips and held him in place as she continued letting him gently thrust in and out of her mouth. She unlatched her mouth just long enough to call out to him.

“I want to taste you. Please.”

 Sparks flew behind his eyes. He released within her mouth and she held his hips to keep pumping while he could feel her mouth fill. She swallowed with each thrust, until he slouched back on a table and removed himself from her. Lily sat back and wiped her mouth before standing to lean her body against his. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” James huffed at her, still out of breath and reeling from his orgasm. 

“I wanted to. I liked it.” James leaned back his head and groaned. 

“You're perfect, Lils. You know that? Maddening, but perfect.”

James gave her a lazy grin and kissed her softly. 

“I’m so stupidly in love with you. You could muck up all of my matches if this is what I get in return.”

Lily giggled and kissed the side of his mouth. 

“I love you too—If you only knew how wet I’ve gotten from all of your matches since the 5th year. “

James let out a groan and tossed his head back. 

“Lily–please. You can’t just say that and—” 

But Lily was already on it. She grabbed his head and kissed him deeper. Then deeper still and the whole world disappeared again.

[songwolfwildblogs]

@toffeebrew so I finished it.

(One-shot under the cut)

Y/n had left the utmv Fandom a while ago, they had entered THAT side of the Fandom. The side that every Fandom had. The side that made Y/n feel horrible, the constant worry of being judged had ruined the fun but that was years and years ago. They had grown a lot in that time, lost the friends they thought would judge them and over time they forgot about their time in the Fandom but then… they came across a TikTok of the silly guys they fell in love with and it all came flooding back… they remembered how these little guys were what got them into art, but they also remembered the toxicity.

Y/n approached the Fandom cautiously at first only going through their old art and reminiscing about Their aus. They started scrolling through TikTok and started seeing utmv content then when they got sick of TikTok they went to Tumblr and there the hyperfixation was reignited. They fell in love with the characters all over again absorbing all the info they could but they also remembered something… ink.

Would he be mad? What would he think about Y/n abandoning him? ….

What the hell is Y/n thinking? Ink isn't real! Well… ink and everyone still felt real in Y/n's heart.

The doodlesphere was less active than the early years but it still was buzzing with activity, Ink as usual was bouncing around while reading the newest au list, it was from a new creator! It wasn't exactly the best, but that doesn't matter!

Ink has the philosophy that: an au always means something to someone even if it's one person it has a place in the doodlesphere!

Ink couldn’t help but smile and put the au up in the doodlesphere. He moved back into the center of the doodlesphere and took in the aus surrounding him. Suddenly Ink heard a voice, ink has always heard creators while they work but this was a voice he had missed… Y/n! He was practically jumping up and down while skipping around

Ink immediately went towards the au that was being worked on, a theatrical Tale, ya the name was a mouthful but eh. Ink appeared in what appeared to be clip studio paint, which wasn't the art medium Y/n used to use but it has been years so they must have improved a ton! They were redesigning the sans and papyrus of the universe First, the sans was wearing black sweatpants, and a black hoodie as well as a pair of gloves. Papyrus was a completely different story, dramatic carvings laced his now much more armor like battle body, a lance laid on his hip and there was a note pointing to the get up saying “Not real, would be a risk to actors.”

Y/n was mumbling along to a random song, ink couldn’t really hear it but he assumed it was either an emo song, mitski, a musical, or MARINA since most creators seem to like those.

Ink couldn’t contain himself anymore, he used broomie to draw in the reference window. “Y/N!!!!!!! Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!! It's ink!!! I'm so so so so so so so happy to see you again!!!!” it took a minute For Y/n to notice, of course, while drinking some coffee which made them cough, which made Ink chuckle. Y/n seemed nervous as they spoke “ink?! Holy fuck. I… uh… I… fuck. Hi?” Y/n's nervousness was barely picked up by ink but Y/n was one of the few people he could read slightly, he didn't know why but he oddly got Y/n somewhat they just kind of clicked. Ink erased what he wrote then began writing “what's wrong your seem nervous” Y/n sighed before continuing as they placed down their cup and continued to draw “It's nothing really, it's just… are you not mad? I left for so long… I basically Abandoned you and my aus.”

Ink was mildly surprised but shook his head not like Y/n could see him, yet again he used broomie again, writing “I'm not mad! I'm so happy you're back! I missed you a lot! Also I love these designs so far!”

Y/n smiled softly and shook their head even after all these years… ink never changes.

And that's a good thing in a way… because in the end he'll always be there to help. Always be there to info dump too. Always just… excited to help with the creative process. Even if Y/n knew he couldn't technically feel emotions It didn't mean his emotions were less valid.

Ink was a friend in a sense even if he wasn't in Y/n's reality… he was still a friend

[limayde]

Some Romeo and Juliet Shit

Been a while since I wrote a fic, but Nicole/Emily Class of '09 gave me just the right amount of brainrot for me to get one out.

[minaabitaa]

You Are Everywhere

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Oneshot, 653 words | Crossposted to AO3

In all his moments, she was there.

A specter, a phantom—she was sunlight streaming across rooms, the burn against his eyelids, the veins beneath skin. Always there. Always, always, always.

He would not, could not, should not fantasize about her. He wouldn’t think of her lips against his—the softness, the warmth. Or the way her fingers ghosted along his arms, the quiet gasp against his mouth. He wouldn’t think of how she looked at him, wide-eyed, as though drinking him in. As though she were lain across his lap and he was feeding her the grapes of legends past—sustenance only he could provide.

He could not think of her, not now, not ever, for if he did, he knew he would crumble. He would be hers once more. He would be Solas again—her Solas—and he would forget the bonds that held him to this wretched, broken, mistake of a land.

Every waking moment, he fled from her.

But in her dreams, through forests green and lush, along paths they once shared, he would find her. The dread wolf’s paws struck soil and moss, rain clinging to fur like memories clung to every patch of skin. For a moment—just a moment—to look at her.

To look at her would be enough.

It had to be enough.

He had condemned her—condemned all of them—to a life they did not deserve. He had stripped them of wonder, of progress, of history. They were shells of what they once were, and he had made it so. What right did he have to love, or to be loved in return, when he had done this to them?

He knew she would forgive him, and that was a risk he could not take.

She would show him mercy, when there should be vitriol.

She would show him care, where there should be disdain.

She would show him love, where there should be hatred.

No. The sky would burn, and with it, his mistakes would be rectified.

Eons of silence, of fractured histories and forgotten glories, would be undone. The Veil, his Veil, his mistake, would fall, and the world would breathe again—wild, boundless, unbroken. It would not matter that the cost was blood, nor that she would be among those who cursed his name.

This was not for her.

It was for the world he had stolen, the people he had failed, and the dream that had slipped from his grasp. To love her was to falter, to forget those who whispered his name as they were stripped of the beauty of the world that once was.

They did not scream; they did not beg. They simply mourned—softly, endlessly—for what had been lost.

No love, no forgiveness, no tender moment could erase their sorrow. To love her would be to betray them, to condemn their memories to the dust. The sky would burn, and through the fire, he would make things right.

And yet, he yearned for her.

He yearned for a world in which he would be hers, and she would be his—a world where millennia would stretch before them, boundless, unbroken, everlasting. They would be strewn across the stars, their laughter echoing in the void, where time would hold no sway. She would look at him again, as though he were everything—as though he were her world, as though he were not the destroyer, but the maker of dreams.

He would hold her in the space between his lungs. He would breathe her. She would live on in his blood, coursing through him, filling the hollow chambers of his heart. She would be the beat, the rhythm, the life that refused to leave him, even as he stood amidst ruin.

He would carry her like this—within him, eternal, untouchable, unreachable. She would be his secret solace, his quiet ruin. His wound.

Vhenan.

[strawberrysalve]

i would love if u wrote about anthony falling for a fem!reader who’s sweeney’s assistant? she doesn’t do much except write and convince his victims to attend the barbershop, but he was whipped for her the moment they met. please and thank you!!

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☆*･ﾟ pairing. anthony hope ♡ reader ☆*･ﾟ rating. safe for work ☆*･ﾟ contents. fem reader, fluff, meet-cute, technical hand holding, dark comedy, mutual crushes ☆*･ﾟ word count. 2k+ ☆*･ﾟ ao3. link.

It was another overcast morning in Fleet Street. Grey skies, smog in the air. Nothing short of the usual doom and gloom of London that you had grown accustomed to during all your years spent here. You were alone in Mrs Lovett’s shop, and it was eerily silent save for the distant chatter of people walking the streets outside. You presumed that she and Toby were yet to rise for the day, as they typically preferred to sleep in. You and Mister Todd, however, were always early to wake and perform the morning routine that you had fallen into. 

As your proprietor readied his parlor for the workday, you did the same downstairs. Albeit it was rather minute tasks you would perform, such as straightening up the kitchen or dusting off the utensils or going down to the bakehouse to make sure that ‘supplies’ were well enough stocked for Mrs Lovett to bake into a days’ worth of her renowned pies. It didn’t take very long, so you often used the remainder of the morning hours to fetch yourself some breakfast or just take some time alone. Today, you had decided on the latter, and had leaned against the countertop, lost deep within your own head.

Your work was relatively easy. You ran errands for Mister Todd if needed. You helped to set up shop. Once everything had fallen into place, you took to the streets, lingering around the street corner and trying to convince passersby to stop in for a shave. On occasion, you were summoned to clean up the aftermath of a client — wiping blood from the floors or the window as swiftly as possible. You didn’t care much for that aspect of the job.

It was a decent workload, but it wasn’t all that bad, especially not in exchange for housing and fair pay. It was certainly better than what most people your age had to do to get by. You’d take this over the harsh conditions of a factory, or having to resort to selling — well, worse things. You didn’t like to dwell on those possibilities.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the soft jingle of a bell. The door had opened — rather suddenly, you might add — and in the entrance stood a young man. He looked familiar, but you didn’t believe you’d ever properly met him, nor even spoken to him. He was tall and thin, perhaps a bit lanky, with wavy blond hair that brushed the tops of his shoulders. Certainly not a face you would forget.

His blue eyes, wide with surprise upon being faced with a stranger, seemed to study you for a few moments. “Oh! I’m sorry, excuse me, Miss. I hadn’t meant to intrude.”

��It’s alright,” you murmured, subconsciously straightening your posture and crossing your arms over your chest. “If you’re here for a pie, I’m afraid we aren’t open until half-past ten.”

“Yes, that’s right…” He mumbled, perhaps more to himself than to you. His voice was soft. Pretty, even. “I know it’s early — and I do apologize — I’m just here to see Mister Todd. Is he in?”

“He’s upstairs. I’ll go and speak to him.” You walked around the counter, starting towards the door that led outside.

“Thank you,” said the stranger, a gentle smile on his face. As you reached the exit, he scrambled to hold it open for you. “Ah — here you are.” A gentle smile.

It was polite of him. You weren’t used to gestures like that, and certainly not from boys you’d never met before. He must not have been from around here. You fought a smile of your own that threatened to tug at the corner of your lips as you brushed past him.

Making haste, you jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door to Mister Todd’s parlor. You knew that he had a particular distaste for people barging in without permission.

“Come,” his gruff voice commanded from inside, and you were quick to oblige. Your employer stood, a cup of tea in hand as he gazed out of the window. Surprisingly, he did you the favor of turning around to face you as you spoke to him.

You offered the older man a quick, respectful bow before you stated your business. “Morning, sir. There’s a boy downstairs asking to see you.”

“A customer?” Sweeney grumbled, as if displeased by the prospect of dealing with someone this early.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. It’s a young man, um, about my age. He asked to see you personally.”

His eyes widened ever-so-slightly in recognition. “Anthony.”

“Ah…” you rocked awkwardly on your feet. It was undeniable that your employer made you nervous. Perhaps that was for the better, given what knowledge you held about him and Mrs Lovett. You always did your very best to walk on eggshells around him. You played an expendable role in this establishment, and one could never quite be sure when he might snap and it would be your throat he was slashing. “You know him, sir?” “He’s a…” His cold gaze faltered. The word ‘friend’ seemed to die in his throat. “An acquaintance of mine.” 

You nodded stiffly in understanding. “Shall I send him up, then?” “No.” He turned away, his focus shifting back to the window. “Tell him I’ll be down shortly.” “Right away.” With that, you spun on your heel and exited the barber shop, your heart racing a bit faster than you cared to admit. In your defense, you never claimed to be brave. You made quick work of the staircase, listening to it creak beneath each step and hoping the old, rickety thing wouldn’t cave beneath your weight.

As you stepped back into the pie shop, you were met with the sight of Anthony sitting at an empty table, his hands clasped on the table in front of him. He looked up at you as you entered, the kind smile still on his face. 

“He says he’ll be down to see you in a minute,” you informed him, unsure of what to do with yourself. Should you leave? Return to your place behind the counter? Make conversation? You weren’t suited for this in the slightest. You did just fine with luring in Sweeney’s clients, but not with talking to handsome, friendly strangers.

He replies, “Alright, then. Thank you for checking.”

It caught you off-guard all over again. You weren’t used to people thanking you simply for doing your job. Actually, come to think of it, you weren’t used to people thanking you at all. “You’re welcome,” you say, blinking away the surprise.

As if he somehow read your mind, Anthony spoke up again. “Would you like to come and sit? I’m sure you could use the rest.”

An array of excuses immediately sprung to your mind. But then it occurred to you that you had nothing better to do, and that you would actually quite like to sit and chat with him. After all, he was the most polite person you think has ever graced Fleet Street with his presence. And, well… He also happened to look like a beautiful prince straight out of the stories you were told as a child. But you were no princess, just a lowly barber’s assistant. You were sure that a boy like him would certainly want nothing to do with you. But that didn’t matter — you could at least stop and have a conversation with him. 

“I’d like that,” you replied, brushing nonexistent dust off of your coat before walking over to sit across from him. Something about him was making you all… fidgety. “So…” you began, hoping some of this sudden nervousness would fade in time. “I was told your name is Anthony?”

“Yes. Anthony Hope. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss.” He extended a hand across the table for you to shake. “What’s your name?”

Reaching out to oblige him, you told him your name. His hand was warm, the fingerless knit glove soft against your palm. Even after you’d shaken it, he seemed almost reluctant to let go.

“That’s a very pretty name.”

“Um, thank you.” You thought for a second that you could feel your face burning. “Your surname is… it’s very pretty as well.”

His eyes fixed on yours. They were pretty. They reminded you of the ocean. “Do you work for Mister Todd?”

“Yes. I was hired earlier this year. I’m his…” The word ‘accomplice’ springs to mind. “His assistant. And you? What’s your occupation? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“I’m a sailor,” he answered, his face lighting up with excitement. “I work on a merchant ship called The Bountiful. Transporting goods and things of the sort.”

You couldn’t help but grin at that. He reminded you a bit of a puppy. “That sounds like a nice job to have. I’d love to travel around and see the world.” You mused. You had never left London before. You quite liked the thought of seeing what life was like outside of the dark, dreary place you called home.

“I’m quite fond of it,” he confessed almost shyly. And then, seemingly before he could think better of it, he blurted out, “Perhaps I could show you aboard sometime? If you’d be interested.”

Your lips parted, eyes widening in surprise. That was quite the offer to make to someone he hardly knew, but admittedly… the thought of it made your heart flutter. 

His eyebrows furrow, afraid he’d said the wrong thing. “I’m sorry. Was that too forward? My apologies, Miss, really, I just—”

You shake your head. “No, no, it’s not that! I think I would, actually. I’d quite like to see.”

“Ah, yes, that’s good to hear, then…” Anthony looked down, appearing a bit bashful after making such a proposal. Admittedly, you felt the same.

Hoping to break the ice, you reached toward the teapot in the center of the table. You’d used it to make Sweeney a cup this morning, but hadn’t used the rest of the water just yet. Perhaps it would be rude not to offer some to your guest. “Would you like — oops!—” You cut yourself off as your hand accidentally brushed against Anthony’s.

Before you could yank it away at breakneck speed, both of his hands took yours, cradling it gently. “Your hands are freezing!” He exclaimed, concern seeping into his voice. In truth, he was exactly right. It was rather drafty in the shop, particularly at this time of morning, and you didn’t have any gloves to keep your hands warm. Much to your astonishment, Anthony had begun removing his own, and then slipped them onto your hand, the soft black fabric warming your skin almost as much as his touch did. “Here. You can have these. You need them more than I do.”

You began to stammer, your face heating up. “Oh! No, y-you don’t have to do that! I can find some gloves of my own, I—”

“Not to worry. I have many more pairs. You can keep this one.” He flashed a reassuring smile. Reluctantly, you offered your other hand, and he guided the glove on. “There you are. Do you feel any warmer?”

“Yes… That’s… much better. Thank you, Anthony.” As he replied that you were welcome, you had half a mind to grab his hand and hold onto it. He was so warm, so inviting, and something in you wanted nothing more than to cling onto him.

Startling the both of you, the bell on the door jingled again, and Sweeney stepped in, his expression grave as always. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed that your time with the sailor boy was being cut short. 

“I should hope to see you again sometime soon,” Anthony told you as you slid out of the booth.

This time, you didn’t bother suppressing the smile that crept onto your face. “I hope so too.”

With a wave goodbye, which he was eager to return, you decided to give the two of them some privacy, slipping out to head to the living quarters. You couldn’t help but notice Anthony’s eyes on you even as you disappeared from sight and Mister Todd took your place, your heart still beating rapidly in your chest. One thing was for sure, you’d be counting the hours until you could see him again.

[hircines-hunter]

Orchid (Tanlorin x F!OC)

It's just some fluff. it's short. I had wanted to do more plot but that can be another thing. I may post on AO3 at some point. No warnings. idk what I'm doing lol. I'm just incredibly gay for Tan.

“Pen?”

Penelope hummed, barely looking up from the alchemy table. She held up a small bottle to the candlelight. “Yes, Tan?”

Tanlorin pouted as the Breton ignored them. They crossed their arms. “Penelope….” They whined.

Penelope looked over at the frustrated elf. “Oh, uhm I’m sorry, Tan…. Give me a moment. Please. I’ll make it up to you.” She turned back to the table. She measured out a few more flowers into the mortar. As she grabbed the pestle, Tanlorin placed their hand on hers. She turned to look up at the elf. She admired their beautiful purple eyes and glowing runic tattoos. “I'm sorry.” 

Tanlorin leaned close. Their lips close to Penelope’s cheeks. The heat of their breath fogged her glasses. “You can finish this later. It’s not imperative at the moment.”

Penelope nodded. Her cheeks heated from Tanlorin’s breath and her own embarrassment. “Alrighty. What’s wrong?” Penelope removed her glasses and wiped them on her shirt.

Tanlorin placed their hands on the table behind Penelope and leaned closer. “I seem….” They stopped talking as they looked between Penelope’s different colored eyes. They looked at her freckles and then down at her lips.

“Tan?” Penelope tilted her head. “What’s wrong, my friend?”

The Altmer groaned and rested their head on Penelope’s shoulder. They mumbled incoherently as they wrapped their arms around Penelope. “By Auri-el.” Tanlorin pulled away and looked at Penelope’s face again, leaning close and kissing her lips.

Penelope whimpered. She moved away as soon as Tanlorin pulled away. “Divines. Oh, divines.” Tanlorin stopped Penelope’s pacing. Penelope looked up at the High Elf. “I….” She chewed on her lip. She searched Tanlorin’s worried face. “You…. Uh.”

“I kissed you. You’ve ignored my other flirtation.” 

“I didn’t think you were serious.” Penelope looked down and at her glasses. “Not with me…. I told you….”

Tanlorin put their knuckle under Penelope’s chin and tilted her face. “And I seem to find myself increasingly attracted to you.” They bit their lip. 

Penelope covered her face. “Tan….”

Tanlorin rubbed the back of their head, through the undercut. They sighed as they turned away. “I know. I know.” They groaned. “It wasn’t serious at first. But….”

“But? Tan. I told you….”

“It’s serious now.”

Penelope watched as the elf nervously kicked at the ground and fiddled with their hair. She grabbed their hand. “Is it truly serious? Because I would try with you. But if this is…. Just….” Tanlorin turned and looked down at Penelope. “I know you don’t want to hurt me.”

“I won’t. I can’t.” They put their hands on Penelope’s face. “I care too much about you, Pen.”

Penelope nodded. She closed her eyes. “You know how delicate I actually am. I am no different than an orchid.”

“I can take care of those really well.” Tanlorin smirked and took a step closer to the shorter Breton.

“I know you can.” Penelope smiled finally. “I am serious though, Tan. Tanlorin.”

“As am I.”

Penelope reached up and traced the stitching on their lapels. She looked up, getting lost in a sea of lavender eyes. She gripped their shirt and pulled them down for a kiss, parting her lips for Tanlorin. 

[kitsune024]

Danny Phantom, Batman & Justice League Fanfiction Crossover

Ghostly Delivery by WeirdNCrazy

What's a boy supposed to do in another dimension filled with heroes? Well become a pizza delivery man of course and if it comes with the bonus of fucking with the local heroes' heads then that is just a plus.

Chapters: 1/1

[totallynotashieldagent]

No Reservations

Masterlist

March

"So, no one else is on this floor?" You asked the building manager 

"Just one guy- But he's hardly around." He shrugged and handed you the key 

Disappointment. That was the only word you could think of. 

Neighbours were the easiest way to make friends, to get to know a city, to get to know its people. Even if it was a place like Gotham. But you were here for a year to finish your guild certification and through that, you didn't want to be alone. People at school weren't the friendliest, and there was good reason for it. The job placements afterwards were for a select number only and no one could jeopardise their career by fraternising with the enemy. 

In any case, you hoped that you'd just run into your mystery neighbour in the elevator or the hallway eventually, and make small talk then take it from there. Or just bring something back from class as a peace offering. 

The first week was manic. Moving in and making sure that you were prepared for the hectic months ahead.

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | One shot | 5K | Rated T | 5x01 Alternate Take | Sharing a Bed | Repressed feelings | Chenford Week '23

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

Read an excerpt below, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her. 

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

Read on AO3

[desertsanctuary-blog]

I plan to start an Oneshot Book for Desert Sanctuary after finishing Frisk's journey and ironing out a few details. They are meant to give you guys a more in-depth look at the AU and the characters.

I have multiple oneshots planned but I'm curious about what are some of the scenes that you would like to see play out.

[hoomandoescosplay]

Drunken Confessions | Vox x Reader Oneshot

I lean back in my office chair as I let out a long sigh. “Man this day was draining.” I stretch my arms up helping my body to relax before standing up from my chair.

My office door swings open as I stand and I see Vox using the doorframe for support. I eye him questionably as I take in his appearance.

He stumbles into the room without his suit jacket and his shirt slightly unbuttoned. He quickly walks over to me and pulls me into a tight hug putting most of his body weight on me.

As he holds me he looks down at me with a flushed case and half-lidded eyes. I wrap my arms around him to help support his weight and notice the strong scent of alcohol on him.

"(Y/N)..." he says my name with a flirtatious tone but in a whisper making his breath brush against my face.

“Yes Vox?” I reply back trying to gauge how drunk he actually is right now. He leaned down pulling me back into a hug burying his face in my shoulder and kissing my neck as he spoke.

"I'm drunk..." he mumbled, his breath warm against my skin. His eyes were half closed and his hands started lazily tracing patterns on my back.

He chuckled to himself, the sound slightly slurred from the alcohol. I tense up slightly as he kisses my neck but quickly relax as I sigh.

“I’m glad we’re self aware. Come on, let me get you to your room.” I try to gently pry him off of me so I can start leading him to his room.

He clings to me tightly, his grip refusing to loosen, still nuzzling his face against my neck.

"I don't want to go to my room," he whined, pressing his body against mine. "I want to stay with you." he mumbled.

I glance at the clock on the wall as he continues to embrace me. “Vox, it’s super late, you need to go to your room and sleep.”

He shook his head refusing to let go. Instead he starts leaning down and tracing his lips down my neck, leaving behind kisses. Once he reaches the crook of my neck he nuzzled against it.

"No..." he breathed. "Not tired, not done with you yet." his words were getting more slurred and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine.

My face immediately flushes. “Alrighty no more of that.” I pull him away from me but still hold him up so he doesn’t fall.

“We’re friends but we’re also coworkers and you’re way too drunk and clingy right now. If you don’t want to go to bed at least sit on the couch and let me get you some water.” I try to compromise with him.

He whined in complaint but relented and allowed me to lead him over to the couch. His drunken state and his clinginess made it difficult, but it didn't help that he refused to let go of me. Once we reached the couch, he sat down but continued to pull at me.

"You're warm." he mumbled, pulling me down with him so I ended up sitting on his lap. I sigh as I eye my mini fridge across the room with water.

As he sat sprawled out on the couch, and me now sitting on his lap, I can feel his chest moving with every breath he took and his heart beating.

He stared drunkenly into my eyes, his gaze hazy and unfocused. "You're pretty," he mumbled with a smile. His fingers were gently tracing the hem of my shirt.

“Even though I know you're drunk, hearing you give out compliments is very odd.” I joke. He looked up at me with half-closed eyes and a crooked smile as he continued tracing circles on my back and pulled me in closer.

"Maybe I should compliment you more often," he mumbled. He reached up and tangled his hands in my hair, staring at my face for a moment before his gaze drifted lower.

"Or maybe I just really want to make out with you right now," he added, his words slurring together.

We’re both silent for a moment as we observe one another. I feel myself tense up at the thought that just popped up in my head. “Do you like me Vox?”

He can’t possibly have feelings for me right? We’ve known each other for a while, but we just recently became friends. I’ve worked for him longer than we’ve been friends. There's no way he has feelings for me.

He kept staring at me with his drunken, lust-filled gaze and a crooked smile. He seemed to be processing my question, contemplating the answer.

Then he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. "Of course I do," he mumbled, leaning down to press a kiss against the top of my head.

"You're beautiful and smart and... " he trailed off, his eyes wandering down as he started tracing circles on my back again.

As my body relaxes into his own all I can do is process what he just said. Vox likes me. Sure he’s drunk right now but for some reason I can tell he meant what he said.

His hands continued tracing circles on my back, occasionally making their way up to my neck and stroking my hair. His touch is gentle yet possessive, his fingers lingering on my skin and occasionally digging lightly into my flesh.

He mumbled something I didn't quite catch as he moved his head down to my neck, burying his face against it as his lips lazily traced kisses down my skin.

As he kissed my skin, he began mumbling more incoherent praises and murmurs. He nuzzled his face against my throat, his breath hot and his lips tracing a burning path as he moved from my neck to my jaw.

“Vox.” I murmur out. He lifts his head up, looking at me with a hazy and unfocused gaze.

His eyes were half closed and his breath was warm and tinged with the smell of alcohol as he looked at me curiously. He seemed lost, like the sound of his name was hard for him to process.

"Yes," he mumbled, his words slightly slurred, his gaze still hazy and unfocused. He reached up to touch me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face with a lazy gesture.

“As much as I love this, you should really go to bed.” I give him a gentle smile as I squeeze his upper arm softly.

Vox groaned in response, his grip on me tightening slightly. There was a trace of drunken defiance in his slurred voice as he complained. "Don't wanna." he mumbled, his words slurring together. "Wanna stay with you."

I can’t help but let out a small laugh at his defiance. He’s so different when he’s drunk. “I never said I’d leave you. I just said you need to go to bed.”

His grip on me loosened slightly at my words and he groaned again, burying his face in my shoulder for a moment before mumbling something incoherent.

He seemed to be weighing his options, deciding between arguing or just giving in to my request.

After a moment, he seemed to give in and allowed me to lead him away to his room. His room wasn’t too far away from my office so it was a quick walk.

As soon as we got to his room I helped him sit on his bed and quickly grabbed a bottle of water for him before he could grab me.

He sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, a pout forming on his face as he watched me grab the bottle of water.

As soon as I handed it to him, he began taking big gulps from it. The water seemed to help him sober up slightly, his gaze becoming less hazy and unfocused.

However, the intoxication still seemed to linger on him as he still looked at me with a drunken smile and his cheeks flushed red. “C’mere.” He mutters out while tapping the empty spot next to him.

I obliged to his small request and sat next to him. He readjusts himself so he’s laying on his back and pulls me into him so I’m on my side with my head on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to his chest and nestling his face in my hair. As his fingers traced circles on my back, he let out a content sigh.

The sound of his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest creates a soothing rhythm that I can feel beneath my cheek.

“You’re comfy.” he mumbled against my head, his voice still slightly slurred and I began to smile. “Good you should be able to fall asleep no problem then.”

He smiled softly, his fingers now tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Mmmm I'll fall asleep... If you give me a kiss." he said in a half slurred whisper.

His gaze was still hazy, but he had regained some clarity as he stared at me, his smirk lazy yet cocky.

I start to laugh as his normal personality is starting to resurface. I sit up slightly and place my hand on his cheek. We stare at each other for a moment before I lean further in and kiss him gently.

He immediately reciprocates, the kiss slow and languid as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

As the kiss lasted, he deepened it slightly, tilting his head to get a better angle. The kiss continued for a few moments before he finally breaks away, a small smirk lingering on his face.

“Hmmm I guess I can go to sleep now.” he said in a low tone. The smirk quickly became a smile as he pulled me back down and held me close to his chest.

“Good cause you’ve made me exhausted.” I joke as I wrap my arm around his waist. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and low in his chest.

He continued to hold me tight, taking a deep inhale before letting out a content sigh. His fingers lazily traced patterns on my back, slowly slowing down as his breathing became deeper and slower. He seemed to finally relax and let sleep start to take over his body.

“I like you too, Vox.” I whisper as I begin to fall asleep as well. Right before I fell asleep, I thought I heard him mumble something that sounded like "I love you" in a tired and slurred speech.

But I couldn’t be sure if he did say that in his drunken stupor or if my sleep-addled brain was just wishful thinking. Either way I was extremely content right now.

[songwolfwildblogs]

Sup I wrote a oneshot for an ending for my cursed castle au

(Ty @vantalemons for the idea and letting me infodump >:3)

Oneshot undercut

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Nightmare was in his quarters, tentacles covered in dust and blood, his white dress stained and veil torn off. He sat at his desk, tears streaming down his face as he tried desperately to repair the dolls he cherished. Two moronic reporters had broken into the castle and shattered the pair of dolls… he had hunted them down of course, mutilating them in a matter of seconds but that still couldn't undo the damage done.

He tried using some of his goo as an adhesive to repair the two dolls but the pieces never stuck correctly, always sliding out of place. He repeated the process of trying to glue the pieces together with his goo for hours. Whispers went through the castle from killer to cross the staff were concerned for the castle’s lord

Dust slowly opened the door, the floor creaking as he stepped closer. Holding a tea tray he blankly stared Ahead as he approached Nightmare. Nightmare quickly turned to face dust, his tentacles bursting forth nearly puncturing Dust’s throat, his eyelights nearly completely slits as tears poured down his face.

The tentacles began to shake as he stared at dust Before they slowly inched away. Dust’s face remained blank, he should be terrified of nightmare after all he could Kill him in a matter of seconds but… he knew he wouldn't. dust placed the tray on the desk and poured Nightmare a cup of lavender tea.

Nightmare had his tentacles out and bracing for… something he didn't know what, but he was on edge. “My lord, you may relax, I have no intention of harming you.” Dust said With his typical monotone presentation. He handed the cup of tea to Nightmare, making sure to move Slowly and carefully. For the past hundreds of years Nightmare has had these sorts of episodes but dust knew better than to ignore them when they got this bad.

Nightmare quietly sipped on the tea, his tentacles relaxing as he drank. Nightmare set down the cup, looking up at dust he felt like a child, he was hundreds of years old yet he was being cared for like a child. Dust put a hand on nightmare's shoulder and lead him to his bed “get some rest my lord, we can repair the dolls tomorrow”

Nightmare sat down on the side of the bed looking confused. Dust took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the tears off nightmare's face “my lord, do you wish to talk?” dust asked. Nightmare shook his head. “Very well.” Dust finished wiping away nightmare's tears and put the handkerchief in his pocket.

Dust went over to the desk and began to clean up the tea tray. As Nightmare stared at the ground, one of his tentacles slithered over and wrapped around Dust’s arm. Dust looked down at his wrist and asked “my lord… do you need something?” Nightmare Nodded but didn't say anything. Dust understood this was just something that happened during these episodes so he stopped cleaning the tea tray and sat down next to Nightmare on the bed.

The two sat in silence for a moment before Nightmare started crying again. Dust without thinking brought Nightmare into a hug. Nightmare's eyes widened before he began sobbing into Dust’s shoulder…

[vasiliascrow]

Niall stands in your apartment kitchen, having excused himself for a moment from the movie night he acquires himself a refill of what once was in his glass. After admiring the sight of him in your kitchen, you make your way towards him.

you approached behind him, the steps from your sock covered feet not heard by Niall‘s ears.

Embracing him softly, your hands slide from his hips to around his waist fully, enveloping him into a firm hold. Niall flinched at first, getting startled from the sudden embrace before relaxing as he caught a glance of you before also having a whiff of the cologne that you wore envelop his nose.

You stand there for a moment, stomach pressed against his back as you held him gently around the waist. While placing a soft kiss on his jaw you murmur a simple “Happy New Years” to him, before placing your chin to rest on his shoulder before watching him finish making another drink.

Niall hummed happily at the feeling of your kiss, leaning into it with a contented smile. He relishes in this moment- having those arms of yours wrapped around him with these affections being given to him results with him swooning in the moment. He feels content.

These little moments between the two of you are some of his favourites from throughout the year.

And he can’t wait for what occurs in the next.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.⋆˚ ─ ✦ ⋅ ✎ᝰ. ⋅ ✦ ─ ˚⋆.˚✧̣̇.⋆ ✶˖· ˳. ✦ . ˚

[deathcapyandex]

Known Only By Alias

[known only by Alias]

A self indulgent loid forger x yandere self insert.

Yandere in the sense of reclaimed and coping with bpd by using my blorbo and f/o thank you.

Symptoms expressed include obsessive tendencies, jealousy and possessiveness.

Probably just gonna be the one fic unless I decide to write more about loid.

May or may not be replacing Fiona.

Code name Twilight, the agent currently going by the name Loid Forger was a highly respected person in the agency. Damn good at his job too.

Code name Sparrow, the agent assigned to a mission designated in twilights area was also assigned as a neighbor in case of backup or cover during twilights mission was needed.

Today was move in day, sparrow had just arrived at the apartment with their things and started settling in.

Residents had noticed the boxes and furnishings being moved in priar to their arrival and seemed to have created a little buzz, gossiping about the new neighbor moving in, so they expected to meet some people and have to introduce themselves a bit.

No problem, nothing to be nervous about, it would be easy enough. However the thing they were worried about, was actually meeting Twilight.

If they were to cooperate together for the first time, first impressions had to go well!

Though, this meant meeting the rest of the forger family as well. Sparrow looked forward to meeting his fake wife least of all.

They would have immediately volunteered to be assigned that role had they not had an assignment already prior, for the sake of the mission of course, another agent as skilled as sparrow surely would have been much better fitting.

But due to the shortage of agents available at the time limit twilight had upon starting his mission, he had to rope in some civilians. Unfortunate.

At the very least sparrow could be there close by to make sure things went smoothly for twilight. If this mission didn't go well, his reputation as an agent might get tarnished and the agencies entire operation could be at stake or worse. Being around twilight alone was quite the honour and a nice bonus too.

Though, having a seperate mission of their own would get in the way every now and then, they just hopped it didn't become too much of a hindrance.

For now it was time to play the part of the good neighbor.

A knock at the door of their apartment broke up the agents thoughts. They set down the books they were absentmindedly organizing in the living room, setting them on top of the low set bookshelf and walking to the entrance to answer the door.

A peak through the eye hole showed them the face of a blonde man, one glance at the pin on his blazer immediately told sparrow who he was.

They opened it to find a blonde man, a dark haired woman and a small girl. The forgers.

"hello" sparrow greeted with a polite smile.

"hello, I'm Loid Forger. This is my family, my wife Yor and our daughter Anya." He motioned to them both as he introduced them. "We're your neighbors nextdoor. We moved in just last month ourselves and we noticed you're new so we thought we would introduce ourselves."

"it's very nice to meet you all. I'm Sind Dufaux." They introduced themself in return.

"it's a pleasure to meet you mx. Dufaux! We were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner tomorrow night" Yor spoke up with a bright smile, seemingly excited.

"that sounds lovely, thank you, I would" sparrow replied with an almost mirrored expression.

"it's settled then- ah, Anya, it's rude to stare, say hello" Loid spoke to his daughter.

The little girl stood staring with an awed expression at Sind, like something about them caught her by surprise in the "better than I imagined" way a child usually expresses.

*this kids pretty cute in person*

Anya smiled brightly "Hi!! I got a doggy and his name is Bond! You wanna meet him??"

"They can meet Bond tomorrow when they come over for dinner, sweetie" Yor pointed out with a chuckle.

"right!" Anya nodded with enthusiasm.

"well then, all that's settled. It was a pleasure meeting you Mx. Dufaux. We'll leave you be now" Loud nodded.

"it was very nice to meet you all too." They replied.

Loid and Sind exchanged a glance as the forgers left. A knowing nod, then the door was shut.

All seemed to have gone well. Though they could have done without Yors enthusiasm, twilight at the very least acknowledged them as a co-worker now.

And so starts the new fake life, two agents who only know each other by alias assigned to work together. If they didn't know better it was as if they were in some sort of romance novel. But no, of course not, this was strictly professional, and all for the sake of both their missions.

While sparrow was more than happy to lend twilight a hand, they would have to begrudgingly do so with Yor in the way.

Surely though, it will work out in the end.

Don't mind writing more if anyone is interested

[theromanticscrooge]

This idea's had me in a bit of a choke hold since last Thursday. I don't think I'm done with fics about the Professor and his adoptive daughter yet, heheh.

Here's a short prequel one-shot about how Fink met Professor Venomous and her first childhood friend Eurydice.