#please do not make demands because a piece could be 500 words it could be 5000 words

[emmyrosee]

Hey so

This is really dumb, and kind of ridiculous, and it’s the most first world problem I’ve got, but when you make requests, please do not demand a length.

Like I totally get it, you want your idea to come to life and I’m so excited that you trust me to do it, but please remember that length comes from inspiration and I have absolutely no indication of how long something will be, so making a demand may do more harm for the piece than good.

Idk, it’s super dumb and I know that, but I just want this to be a place of thriving creativity, and if you have a length you’re expecting for one reason or another and you do not trust me to do it, please feel open to write it for yourself and tag me if you so desire.

Thank ya, baby 💖

[soleilnomoon]

hello!! ive been seeing some of the requests for your current event and they have just been so amazing 😩 and also congrats on 500!! that’s amazing!

i was wondering if i could order dulce de leche, lemon drop, and lollipop with a topping of poppy seeds and caramel for 1, sabo from one piece. if not thats alright or if i didn’t request correctly please let me know! thank you sm!

i am so sry this took forever, but it's here (finally); thank you thank you 🥰️ still can't believe it tbh lmao lemme tell u i love sabo so much & yk i love angst, anyway i had fun writing this 💕

1.8k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, angst angst babey (altho it's a lil tame to me, but i love that shit so ignore me); sabo loves being in denial, that's his favorite river; y/n, as usual, doesn't care abt consequences; feat. oral (m receiving), rough (consensual) sex, mutual pining, sabo being a dumbass for ignoring his obvious feelings, y/n not having any self-preservation is just normal y/n behavior lbr 🌺 (if u see grammar/spelling errors no u didn't 💛)

“the kiss i didn’t give you has become a star inside me…” — dulce maría loynaz

for sabo, life is all about routine; not in the mundane sense, but in his quest for needing to have consistent control over every aspect of his life, he thrives on having a path laid out for him. he can’t help it — it’s something that was carefully ingrained into him since he was a child. he blames his parents, blames the world he was born into, blames the world nobles for uprooting his newfound family and separating him from his brothers. yet, he holds steadfast in the work he does, finds pleasure in seeking justice wherever he can, and makes it a point to not make the sort of romantic connections that will keep him distracted.

his colleagues don’t bother prying him for more information on his previous life, and they know that he actively keeps people at an arm’s length for some unknown reason — not that they can judge him, their line of work is dangerous and there’s very little room for mistakes, or weakness for that matter.

you’re not sure what you did exactly to land on sabo’s radar, but once he set his eyes on you there was no option for turning back. not that you mind, of course — you just hate the way you can’t seem to penetrate any of the walls he’s securely built around himself. he gives very little of himself but demands everything from you.

to anyone else, this would be reason enough to cut him out of their life; but you, unfortunately, cannot let him go. if you do, you’re afraid he’ll never let you back in — not after you fought so hard for him to stay by your side.

in his mind, you’re someone that he can quit anytime; it’s a lie he likes to tell himself whenever he’s feeling particularly lonely or vulnerable. he hates that despite how hard he fights to keep you from plaguing his thoughts, you still manage to find a way — especially late at night, when he can’t seem to sleep. insomnia has always had a strong, punishing grip around him, often leaving him breathless from the way he can’t seem to stop thinking about you.

at first, it was because you kept insisting on talking to him socially; then it was because he allowed you to take meals with him privately, a feat that did not go unnoticed by the others, much to his annoyance; and then it was because you had the audacity to kiss his cheek one night, after talking with him for hours. your demure behavior — the sweet, shy smile you gave him afterwards, the way you couldn’t look at him in the eyes properly the following day —ignites something deep within him that he never knew existed.

an ache makes its way into his chest, and he finds himself rubbing at it absently periodically, as if the burden of those emotions would take his life someday. while he might not outwardly show it, he looks forward to your incessant chatter — you talk about everything and nothing, something that baffles and amuses him to no end. with anyone else, he’d zone out of their conversation five minutes in, but you captivate him in an illogical way — one that has him watching you from across the room without meaning to, thinking about impractical things.

it's sabo who kisses you first, on a surprisingly quiet afternoon, in a back hallway that very few frequent during the day. a mistake, he tells himself when you part your lips for him without prompting; unnecessary, but he has you against the wall, with his knee in between your thighs; dangerous, yet he keeps kissing you anyway. he holds you still with a firm hand on the back of your neck, goosebumps tickling your skin every time his tongue caresses yours.

when you place your hands on his chest, arching into his hold as his other hand makes a slow descent down your back, he remembers himself. it takes effort but he’s able to extract himself from you in one swift motion, suddenly aware that he’s crossed a line he swore he’d never cross. after putting a good foot of distance between you two, he leaves abruptly and without giving you another thought.

or, so you think.

you don’t move from that spot for a few minutes, hands balled into fists at your sides, nails sinking into your palms out of frustration. you tell yourself that you absolutely cannot fall in love with that man. but it happens far too quickly and you’re incapable of fortifying yourself properly in time. he doesn’t kiss you again after that, not really anyway; he takes to catching you off guard when you walk back to your room late at night.

the first time he does it, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you to him. you screech in surprise and slap him on reflex. mischievous and a little stunned, sabo laughs at your reaction — your face grows hot from the embarrassment. his idea of an apology is pulling you close enough for him to drag his lips along the side of your neck. any residual irritation immediately dissipates the moment he places a kiss on your skin, an act that saps all your common sense, and transforms you into a marionette of his liking.

after that, you come to expect his surprise visits; you let him sit you on top of his desk, legs shaking as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your tight hole. you’ve long since forgotten to keep your voice down as you lean back on your hands, mind hazy as you watch the way your arousal drips onto his palm. if he wasn’t so intent on keeping his promise to himself, he’d kiss you all over again; but he knows if he does, there will be no turning back.

and this sort of weakness is out of the question for him.

you realize quickly that he’ll always distance himself from you emotionally, refusing to hold you for long, always pulling back whenever his lips are too close to yours. despite the bruise on your heart never healing, you can’t seem to let him go.

sabo fucks you like you’re an addiction he can’t seem to quit. no matter how many times he tells himself to leave, he makes his way back to you, hips rutting against yours frenetically, his cock buried deeply, making you moan his name loud enough to mesmerize him.

witchcraft, he muses to himself on occasion, fully believing that you’ve cast some spell on him.

his selfishness wins out when you sink down onto your knees in front of him one morning, stroking his cock with your soft hand before pressing your lips against the tip. whatever residual restraint he has is gone after your tongue swipes against his slit. the moan that slips out of his mouth invigorates you, makes you wrap your plush lips around his cock, sucking on the head teasingly before taking in more of his length.

you watch him with lowered lids, moaning around his cock, the vibration slicing through his logic as he grabs onto the back of your head so he can properly fuck your mouth. loosening your jaw, you hold onto the backs of his thighs for support, a heat passing over you every time sabo’s hips snap forward. your mouth is warm and moist, a combination that has him moaning your name without thinking. your heart speeds up and he ignores the warmth that spreads through him when he looks at your face; he constantly marvels at your beauty, at your soft skin, at how pliant and obedient you can be.

it annoys him that he’s found himself this deeply invested in you; when he pulls his cock out of your mouth, you take several deep breaths, a few tears sliding down your cheeks, a bit of saliva gliding down your bottom lip. the look he gives you is fierce and somewhat feral, and suddenly a nervousness that you don’t anticipate infiltrates your thoughts when he tells you to get on the bed.

he doesn’t have to tell you to get on your hands and knees, but he does it anyway; you severely underestimate the way his voice affects you — always a commanding, impressive force that leaves you breathless as you rub your ass against his stiff cock. you know you’re toeing a dangerous line by doing that, but you’re beyond caring. sabo glides his cock between your folds, arousal coating his length immediately.

you whimper shamelessly, fingers curling into the sheets as you plead with him. “sabo, please, i can’t take it anymore.” whatever else you want to say comes out as a garbled noise and you choke on his name as he snaps his hips forward, thrusting his cock into you roughly. you squirm when he pulls on your hair, yanking you back to him, lips nipping at your skin.

“stop running,” he says gruffly, his words almost making you laugh.

you could tell him the same since you theorized a while ago that he’s perfected the art of running. he doesn’t kiss you when you turn your head to look at him — he rocks his hips forward, the tip of his cock reaching a spot that has you clawing at his arms, your cunt squeezing around his girth in retaliation. he doesn’t kiss you when he has you on your back, legs draped over his shoulders as he pounds into you mercilessly, your voice growing hoarse, body writhing underneath him every time he sucks on your skin.

you wish you could hate him for making you fall in love with him, because only love could make someone foolish enough to carry on a relationship like this. you fall a little more in love with him every time, but he always finds a way to shatter your heart when he turns away from you on the bed. he tells you constantly that you can stay or leave, that the choice is ultimately up to you as it doesn’t affect him either way.

it must be madness that drives you to stay, wrapping yourself with the covers, breathing slowing as your eyes close. he turns around carefully, watching you with a tenderness that forces him to drape an arm around you, lips ghosting the curve of your ear as he whispers softly.

“i like having you around.”

you open your eyes but don’t dare turn around, afraid that he’ll leave if he realizes that you’re still awake — because if he ever takes those words back, you’ll never survive the fallout. so, you will your heart to stop beating loudly, and tell yourself that this must mean he’s lowering more of his walls for you intentionally. you don’t know how long he’ll allow himself to be this vulnerable with you, but regardless you’ll always cherish the time he’s spent with you.

[artsy-hobbitses]

when sideswipe heard Sunstreaker say “thankful” and “ungrateful” during their argument… how did he react. Did he full silence in shock and hurt that slowly morphed to visibly being upset and that triggers him to finally take Sunny down.

At the point where Sunny blurts that out, I figure they’re already sort of grappling with each other after a shoving and yelling match escalated when Sides demanded that Sunny come clean about what happened and Sunny refuses/tries to talk Sides out off doing that himself, and it’s definitely not playful/gamely as they tend to do, but there’s still a sense that Sunny is trying to establish dominance as he usually does in these sort of ‘jousts’, big brother-style, and Sides is more on the defensive—they’re basically going at it like stags.

Sides has never told Sunny about his blowout with their parents which lead him to move out at 16 (the one where they told him they wish they never had him after he finally had the courage to call them out on the way they treated him, tell them how all he ever wanted for them to love him the same way they did his brother, who he literally shared a womb with—and demand to know what else could he possibly do to be good enough to be seen as a son and not a burden in their eyes)

So he’s been carrying this festering hurt since, but Jazz—who he looked up to and helped him during that time—does know a bit about it and told him that there were people out there who were going to love him for who he was, and not move the goalposts to earn it or have him break his back bending over to accommodate them, because he deserved better than that.

Sunstreaker, for a long while, was someone he thought was among those people, but the moment Sunny unthinkingly repeats that important component of their parents’ verbal abuse of him at him verbatim, it opens up that wound he’s never shared with Sunny (He wasn’t wanted, he was never wanted, their parents wished he never existed — he’s carried with this sense of worthlessness throughout his life which he effectively hides under a devil-may-care attitude, and he wants to carry that moment to the grave) and he’s the one now on the offensive, and his punches are landing for real. Straight up wreckingball haymakers.

Just completely fucking floors Sunny for the first time in his life (500-1) and asks Sunny (who’s very dazed at the moment) straight up, inches away from his face, if he realizes who the hell he sounds like.

Takes Sunny a few seconds for the anvil to land as he pieces together the possible reasons for this very unusual display of true fury from Sides, and to Sunny’s credit he immediately tries to backpedal his words.

But the damage is done and Sides (whose momentary fury has now died down this quiet despondence that makes Sunny wish he was yelling, please for the love of god yell at him because it would feel less like a gut punch) tells Sunny that he not here change the way Sunny views their brotherhood, but if his blind obedience was the toll Sunny expects him to pay to earn it, then he’ll be the ingrate Sunny thinks he is, because he’s vouched for you so many times but nothing, nothing can justify the amount of hurt you’ve unleashed on people who trusted us—there was a literal kid on base, did you even think about that? (This is why Prowl is SO FUCKING MAD at Sunny—at the point this happened, Springer is still growing/a kid, circa 14 years of age in their growth spurt, and it’s their first harsh lesson in the dangers the Autobots face because green bean child has never been off-base, and it’s Prowl’s first taste of Legitimate Fear/Anguish when he thinks Springer’s been crushed to death trying to save Dakshi—Kup’s dog—but it becomes a moment of revelation on Springer’s unnatural strength/durability).

Sides makes it clear that of Sunny doesn’t tell them, he will—someone has to—but he urges Sunny to please, please own up to this because enough people have suffered directly and indirectly from it, and whatever fallout comes from this, he’ll still be here for Sunny, as he always has.

We all know Sunny’s going through a major crisis of self at this point and takes what he himself will always say was the ‘coward’s way out’, which emotionally wrecks Sides to a point he’s never been at in years.

[inarizakisearth]

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔.

synopsis: you're overworking yourself and suna just wants cuddles.

pairing: suna rintarou x reader, implied college!au

a/n: short, fluff piece b4 i start working on some BANGERZZZ (long fics) with suna and other hq characters :) vv excited!

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (i hope), mean but playful banter

it’s almost 2am when suna drops off a glass of water at your desk and you look up at him from your laptop to spare him a small smile, the first time you’ve taken your eyes off your screen in three hours. you see the concern in his tired eyes as he towers over your table.

“hey,” you whispered, slumping back in your chair.

he yawns, “how much longer?”

“500 words left, and a conclusion,” you muttered, “nothing i can’t get through.”

“why are you all doing it now?”

“i didn’t want to leave it to last second.”

“okay? and isn’t it due in two days?”

“yeah, but i wanted to get a draft out as soon as possible.”

you remember to breathe when suna’s hands come up to massage your shoulders, “meaning, that you could spend tomorrow on the remainder of it and come to bed now.”

his proposition does sound tempting, admittedly.

“don’t be concerned, rin-” you tease, before being cut off by his faux-indifference.

“i’m not, i just want to go to bed,” he lies, crossing his arms.

you snort, “then go to bed without me.”

“can’t. won’t.”

“oh, so you do care about me.”

“barely,” suna shrugs before draping his body over you.

“go be mean another time, rin, i gotta finish this first.”

he hums lowly in contemplation, “five minutes, that’s all i’m giving you before i drag your pretty face to bed.” he leaves the room after his declaration, and cut you off just as you’re about to object, “don’t think i’m joking.”

the door clicks, notifying you that he closed it on his way out. you sigh, feeling a wave of fatigue rush over as it becomes harder to keep your eyes open and the light illuminated from the lamp turns a little harsher for you to bare.

but as much as you wanted to cave in to the temptation of crashing, you had an assignment to finish- fast.

only 150 additional words are produced before suna barges into your study once more, walking towards you like a man on a mission. actually- you could say he was, and on a very serious one too.

he closes your laptop lid decisively before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder, walking in the direction of your shared bedroom without faltering. not the first time this has happened, and you’ve learned first hand to just let suna do his thing.

thank goodness for auto-save, and thank goodness you brushed your teeth and had a shower earlier, because without hesitation, your boyfriend threw you onto the bed before jumping on top, caging you with his arms. you knew you were going to be stuck here for a while, but then again, that’s what you signed up with when it came to suna rintarou.

“careful now, i might think you missed me or something,” you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around him.

the middle blocker nuzzles further into your collarbone, making the most of the warmth you spared, “whatever, go to sleep dumbass.”

“night, rin,” you reach over to turn off the bedside light, almost missing the small whine that left suna’s lips as you shift away from him briefly.

“goodnight.”

it’s 8am when your alarm demands for you to wake up, and you immediately feel the effect of only having six hours of sleep. unfortunately, the rude ringing doesn’t just wake you, but your boyfriend as well, who is the equivalent of a koala in the morning.

and he refused to even let you go to turn off the alarm.

“rin, please, let me turn this thing off,” you exclaimed.

with that, he rolls away and you shuffle over to silence the annoyance that so rudely disturbed your boyfriend’s slumber. however, before you could even decide what to have for breakfast, the middle blocker is already pulling you back towards him. next thing you know, his breath is tickling the back of your neck as his arms tighten around your middle, with no intention of letting go a second time.

“babe, let me go,” you softly pleaded, turning around to face him and he just shook his head, eyes still shut.

“no, cause then you’ll leave me alone, and i’m tired,” whined suna, who pulls the covers up to your chin after you kicked them off. he shyly adds, “and i can’t sleep without you, i hate it when you're not here.”

you coo at his confession, jokingly adding, “didn’t think you liked me that much, rin, but i have an essay to finish.”

"still not letting go.”

“babe-”

“if you start at noon and work for two hours, you could have finished and proofread the first draft before sending it off to someone to check over.”

suna rintarou, ever the voice that you desperately needed when your stress took over any sense of rationality and deductive reasoning you had. for how quiet he can be, he sure is loud when it comes to how much he cares for you, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

“besides, six hours of sleep is not enough.”

“oh you’re one to talk. did you work all that out so you could keep me with you for longer?”

the way he pulls you closer answers the question better than any words.

“shut up,” suna mutters.

again, i don't think this did him justice, but he's so <3

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[screemqueen]

Sex Life

A/N; This is my first piece of writing ever, so please be kind, however, constructive criticism is more than welcome, because I really want to be able share any future writings if there are any.

Warning: English is my second language

Word count : 500+

Tommy Shelby x Reader

“So”, ‘he drawled out’, “you and Arthur?”

“What about us?”  ‘She said with her back to the small table in the dining room, where he sat lazily, with a half burnt cigarette loosely hanging from his lips, his every move screamed that he didn’t care, but the desperation in his cold blue eyes betrayed him, thank goodness she wasn’t looking at him’

“Are you two fucking?”, ‘He asked disinterestedly’

She cleared her throat and turned around, leaning casually against the kitchen counter, Tommy composed himself and looked straight at the kettle on the stove waiting for her to deny his allegations, she took her sweet time walking towards the kitchen cabinet, taking out two cups and saucers placing them on the counter, pouring the hot water from the kettle in the cups, forcing Tommy to break his glaring contest with the innocent kettle, he stood up stubbing his cigarette in the ashtray, walking towards her with small yet purposeful steps, silently demanding an answer, Y/N turned around to get the teabags from the cabinet across counter, but came face to face with an impatient Tommy, one she couldn’t ignore, probably because he was literally in her face, she then said with a small smirk, “You seem awfully interested in your brothers sex life”

“I am not interested in his sex life, I am interested in yours”, the words flew out of his mouth before he could catch them, he wanted to leave the uncomfortable and tense situation that he himself had created, but he couldn’t move a muscle, her questioning eyes captivated his, with scrunched up eyebrows she asked,

“And, why is that?” he threw caution out the window, every scheme and trick and plot and plan with it. Since he came back from France, his every step was calculated, now for the first he was about to do something without thinking of the consequences of his actions, he leaned into her space hovering over body trapping her against the counter and pressed his lips to hers softly, half expecting her to push him off, but she stayed still, shocked, holding her breath, trying not to pass out, “that’s why” he pulled back and said against her lips.

He was expecting her to either kiss him back or lash out at him, but the lack of reaction was far worse than anything he had imagined, a minute had passed which felt like an hour to Tommy, he stepped back and started to leave, not wanting to make it any worse and planning to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey while cursing his love struck mushed up brain, the sudden loss of heat brought Y/N back to her senses, grabbing him by the lapels of his dark suit jacket she all but jumped at him, crashing her lips to his, moving feverously, one arm sliding around his neck, palm brushing the shaved part of his hair, angling his head so that she could devour him whole, his hands instinctively fell to her waist pulling her closer, the moment of passion was broken by the need for air, they pulled apart gasping, lips brushing together, he said with a playful smirk “So, you are not fucking Arthur then” causing her to let out an airy giggle, slapping his chest playfully, she buried her face in the crook of his neck breathing him in, making sure that he was real and not just a figment of her imagination.

[siriusmydeer]

his bunny

remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: remus sees you tutoring someone before a full moon, and he gets jealous.

word count: 3.1k

warning: fem!receiving oral, pet names, breeding kink, degrading, creampie, choking, penetration, missionary, edging, marking, possession kink, swearing, kissing, mentions of tearing up, mentions of subspace, dom!remus, sub!reader, daddy kink, size kink

a/n: this wasn’t requested but i wanted to write a long smut for 500 followers so THANK YOU. also happy birthday daddy lupin

5:04pm— fuck, you were late.

three hours of incessant tutoring, i mean making amortentia wasn’t immensely difficult but you had top marks in potions so you could’ve been biased. well that was unless you were a fifth year hufflepuff with their head up their own arse.

the only reason you agreed to use your your at liberty time was mainly because mcgonagall bribed you with house points that could’ve meant well later on.

“no— you stir anti-clockwise four times, not clockwise three times.” your teeth were gritted, in a jaw lock as your patience slowly drained because he failed to make such a simple potion yet again. a harsh sigh left your mouth while you to undergo all the steps again and fix the potion and restart it yet again.

“sorry—“ “nope, it’s fine. don’t apologize.” swiftly cutting off the younger boy with the only stoicism you had left. you were tremendously trying to restrain yourself from screaming in his face that he was keeping you from your boyfriend and all you wanted was to be done with this foolish potion.

as you were in the midst of explaining how to put the powered moonstone into the cauldron you heard the mahogany door of the library swing open with a small creak, revealing your agitated boyfriend. his face was flushed, he was angry; due to his low amount of patience and mood control of the week before the brimming moon he so effortlessly dreaded.

you watched his eyes erratically scan the room, eying every student before his narrowed eyes watched your dumbfounded figure, startled by his sudden outburst. of course, you weren’t surprised by his high-temperamental acts that landed right smack in the library but you had made a promise to a professor you had adorned and you were silently trying to create a monologue to reason with your short-tempered boyfriend.

your breath suddenly slows into shallow breaths at the view in front of you. a sharp march in your direction, walking over to your table wondering why you’re in the library with another male, that was not him. your thoughts were barely registering in your brain like a puzzle you had to quickly put together, kyle, the hufflepuff you had been tutoring finally put together in his brain to stir in the correct direction and actually finished the potion error-free.

“y/n.” you heard deep voice of your boyfriend suddenly a meter away from your sat figure on the old wood of the chair. his arms are crossed in a defensive manner, his patience suddenly cut short and anger starting to freely bubble in his tone and body language.

“yes— sorry! i was— am tutoring, erm... kyle, remus, remus, kyle.” your words sputtered by the intimidating tone of your boyfriend, attempting to ease the tension by introducing him to the hufflepuff.

what was usually to come with the full-phase of the moon is recurrent mood swings, immense possessiveness, overbearing jealousy, teeth-gritting impatience and the overflow of sorrow. yes, it was almost maddening how he just assumed anyone with a palpitating heart was interested in you.

on the other hand, it also made you tremendously turned on by his demeanour of wanting to claim you all for himself.

“oh, sorry— must’ve kept you... finished my potion. thanks for the help, y/n.” the boy awkwardly trailed off, remus freezing up at the boy just saying your name.

you were his, and he wanted everyone to know it.

the younger hufflepuff sensing the tension grabbed his satchel as well as his books and giving you a nod on the way out of the library. “remus— i promise, it’s just studying.” the sentence incoherent from the rapid blubbering of your words attempting already trying to ease your boyfriend, standing up and putting your agile hands onto his fit torso.

his body slightly loosening from your delicate touch, but still feeling the swing of his mood suddenly change back into short tempered and angered from another male keeping you from him; feeling the dominating jealously run coarse through his system sensing the feeling of of dominance about to explode through him like a firework.

as we was in a daze, his eyes narrowed onto your figure. you awkwardly shifted confused on what you were suppose to do as he stood there staring at you. in an attempt to create a less tense environment for you both you started to pack your things. your mind putting the puzzle pieces together slowly, preparing you for a long intense night.

his attention quickly snapped on your smaller figure, his whole body being able to hover over you with his slender one. he blinked at you for a moment before carding your fingers together and dragging you out of the library as subtle as possible all the way to the gryffindor tower where his dormitory had been for the last six years.

much to remus’ content, that day was quidditch practice so that knocked out both sirius and james from occupying the dorm. peter had been out with his ravenclaw partner working on a defence against the dark arts essay, which meant his dormitory was completely empty; and free for use.

as soon as the oak wood of the door was closed you were immediately pressed against it; feeling small splinters hit the back of your blouse and the feeling his abrasive fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. your flat adam’s apple bobbing his his velvety palm whilst he held you against the door.

“you’re. mine.” his tone dark and possessive, his face lowering to meet yours to the point you could feel his heavy breath fan over your flushed face; caught off guard from his actions.

“only mine to love, only mine to touch, only mine to fuck.” he emphasized his words as he spoke, his grip growing tighter on your throat feeling the tips of his fingernails graze your skin.

your breath heaving as he continued to keep eye contact slightly intimidating you, your irises blowing out in lust at the tone of his voice. “show me... show me i’m yours.” you jabbered, your voice slightly shaking in a whisper due to his hand restricting your throat but still able to keep a steady breath aside from your exceedingly high heart rate.

he was taken a back by your insist for his dominance amplified by the full moon. your sentence clicked in his brain, his other hand carding through the nape of your hair and the remaining hand holding your throat unapplying all the pressure, eventually pulling your face in his direct view, he was debating on what to do; still afraid that he might go to hard and hurt you.

he opted for the option that pursued him pushing your lips together, feeling your chapstick-coated lips meld into his. continuing his actions but slipping his tongue slip into your mouth, his familiar and comforting flavour bleeding onto your taste buds and the the tinge of mint and strawberry transfusing onto his own tongue.

the male started to squeeze the column of your throat, squeezing the sides emitting an almost incoherent whine from you. the grip he had on your hair was enough to tug you towards his four poster bed. letting your back fall against the made bed and his own body loitering above your own.

his lips were aggressively separated from yours, before you could even muster another whine his lips collided with the side of your neck. feeling his lips suck into your skin, giving little bites as he continuing his marks across the expanse of your neck.

he sat up for a moment to admire his work, looking at your neck in awe of how beautiful you look with his markings. his hands got a hold ripping off both his tie and his dress shirt from his body that was beginning to burn in desire.

he finally got his fingers around your house tie instantaneously chucking the fabric across his dorm, and jerking open your white blouse almost tearing most of the buttons that were sewed into your top in the process.

“remus— my top!” you abruptly cried out at the broken blouse that now lied on the floor. “be quiet.” he demanded, not in the mood to play little games. his lips now suckling against your collar bone, his large hands grazing down your torso and firmly digging into the sides of your waist.

you squirmed at the sudden pressure that was pressed into your sides. his other hand grabbed at your thigh vigorously melding you into his mattress, the other securely wrapping his fingers around the depth of your throat. feeling your pulsating heart through his fingers that had been plummeting in anticipation since your arrived in his dorm.

“daddy— please.” you whimpered, the sudden urge of lechery scathing your nervous system completely, drowning out any other forms of feeling. you wanted him, you needed to feel him.

“awe— you’re begging like the whore you are.” his voice in strict mockery and faux-sympathetic tone, grinning at your squirming figure beneath his own.

“m’sorry- i jus’ i need you!” continuing to plead as his face that was smirking like the cheshire fucking cat. his hand moved from the level planes of your thigh all the way to your bum, kneading the flesh, bound to become scarlet, within his smooth palms.

“be a good girl for once, and be quiet.” remus reprimanded, his tone thick and hoarse; his dominant headspace slowly blurring his vision.

he glanced upon your torso, the gryffindor pride running throughly around his veins knowingly that everyone would see the fuchsia and plum hues that rested prettily on your skin, that everyone would know whom you belonged too; him.

you stared up at his hovering body, his torso moving lower to and his lips beginning to sponge needy kisses to your lower abdomen, then further flipping up the fabric of your hemmed school skirt. ”dirty girl, these f’me?” the boy slurred while smirking, toying with the hem of your red-lace panties.

“mhm, yes daddy.” you feverishly nodded whilst answering your boyfriend. he snapped the red-lace against your navel once, producing a small shock through your body due to his manipulation; ultimately making your need exceedingly more in the time he spent trifling with your underwear.

“please— stop teasing daddy, i need you!” the whine escapes your throat as you spoke in anguish. the feeling of urgency for you boyfriend to touch you was plummeting through the roof as you attempted to restrict yourself from compressing your legs together and rid of the urge between your thighs.

“stop teasing? don’t you deserve it, hm?” he continued to mock at your inevitable squirming, snapping the thong right against your hip bone. hearing the small ‘snap’ that emitted from it following a small whine of need.

his face got closer, nosing at your core than further dragging the red-lace down the planes of your legs; tossing them on the oak wood floor. starting at your thighs splotching small wet kisses continuing whilst he progressed further up.

you began to card your trembling fingers through his fawn tresses, your fingers quivering from expectancy. his lips progressing further up the expanse of your inner thighs continuing to suck small splotches of vermillion on your inner thighs like he previously did across your throat. your body basically screaming ‘i belong to remus lupin!’

his eyes darted towards you once, one of your hands clutched onto his plaid bedding and the other clasping onto his roots; your head was thrown back, eyes rapidly blinking in suspense.

his to tongue made contact with your folds, feeling your arousal glaze his tongue while he constructed figure eight movements. he felt the gasp that was pulled through your lungs, and trifling moans trembling from your from your throat.

you felt remus’ tongue dive into the depths of your cunt, a small shockwave running up the crevices of your spine and settling itself in your belly awaiting for the feeling of pleasure to build.

“s’good daddy, so, s’good.” babbles of praise emitted from your lips as you clutched harder onto his fawn-coloured tresses. 

he continued to lap into your core, hitting sensitive spots that could make your legs mindlessly quiver. “daddy— m’gonna—“ as you were about to notify your boyfriend of your orgasam his lips pulled away entirely.

his own lips were slightly puffed out and wet from your arousal, his face slightly flushed from the dominance that had overtaken him. “y’didnt think i’d let you come that easily, did you?” remus taunted, a smirk making its way into his lips as your legs were starting to settle and the fire that was burnt into your belly had washed away like a small wave only awaiting his tongue more.

“but dadd—“ you attempted to coerce him, before he cut you off. “c’mon bunny, ‘ve got to teach you a lesson now. y’know what happens when you beg like a little whore, hmm?” he reprimanded yet again, whilst sneaking his tendril fingers back towards your thighs that he had previously marked; drawing small little swirls on the flesh of your skin.

he ran a slender finger through your folds once, feeling you spring up a bit in sensitivity. you felt tears prick your waterline in desperation, further feeling a second finger swipe through your arousal once more.

he lowered his face again beneath your skirt, kissing the skin of your navel once before putting his tongue to use: drawing lazy circles upon your clit.

your body started to feel the shockwaves of pleasure build slightly faster from the previous edge that had made your body sensitive to the touch. his abnormally large hands placed both your thighs on the density of his shoulders, pulling your cunt closer to him; his impossible werewolf strength giving him the means for his hands ableing himself to maneuver your whole body in anyway he wanted.

the burn in your lower abdomen is quickly rebuilt, pleasure running thick through your bloodstream. you were immensely fraught if he would let you finish, awaiting for the pleasure to take you in.

you felt him remove his tongue and replace its absence with his ring and middle finger, dragging through your walls that were clenching around his fingers. the sudden shock of being full beyond pleasuring you enough for your eyes to roll back, your back completely arching at his fingers dragging against your g-spot.

“daddy, daddy, please! ‘ve been good, learnt my lesson. i promise!” you jabbered in between moans at his swift fingers that could’ve had you gripping your own tresses if it weren’t for your hands being occupied with remus’ hair and his bed sheets. “let me cum, please let me cum.” gasping in a pleading and dire tone.

you felt suddenly empty again, no contact made with remus as he pulled his fingers from inside your clenched walls and swiping them through his tongue. he began to hover over your quivering body, the burn in your abdomen slowly began non-existent. you began to recoil your body; the same feeling of pricking tears making an appearance on your waterline.

“c’mon puppy, you can’t think your begging will break me now?” his tone condescending at you jutted your lips out with a pout. he ran his thumb across the expanse of your pouted lips once, before rapidly grabbing the nape of your hair forcing his bronze irises with green swirls into your own desperate-pleading eyes.

“if you’re such a good girl, you’ll cum when i say you can.” his tone strict, his hand ripping away from your tresses that began to become mangled from all the squirming you had previously endured from your orgasam pulled from you.

he quickly slotted his fingers around the buckle of his belt, swiftly pulling it off along with the material of his slack pants leaving him adorned in a pair of tight briefs. his hard-on obnoxiously present and intimidating, remus pulled your view up from his cock to his eyes with his thumb and forefinger resting under your almost-quivering chin.

“y’gonna be a good puppy and do what i tell you to, or y’gonna be bad and m’gonna have to punish you again?” remus questioned, seeing you eagerly nod at his question.

he anxiously rid himself of the intolerable tight material of his boxers. “m’little whore, this little skirt on.” he observed running the tip of his cock leaking in precum through your folds again. your body reacting to it extravagantly, additionally sensitive from his previous denied orgasams.

you panted in suspense, eyes widened and your arms grappling upon his scarred forearms that rested by the sides of your flushed face.

his velvet like hand grabbing both sides of your cheeks, jutting your lips into a recurrent pout. he smirked at your vulnerability and imprudence; the lust in your pupils directly for him.

“beg. beg like m’little fucking slut.” he spoke with a necessitated tone. you gasped a bit, suddenly feeling the immense pressure of his hands grappling at your cheeks and his prick slowly entering your cunt.

“please— please daddy, need you. need so you so, so bad. please i’ll— anything daddy, i’ll do anything.” gasping out slightly slurring your words that were mumbled, from his hands grasped on your face ; you felt as as he continued to push into you.

“finally, y’know how to do something right.” then you felt him slowly pulse in and out of you, your cunt hypersensitive feeling the pain and pleasure dance on your clit as his pubic bone rubbed against it with every thrust becoming more aggressive and rough.

from the built pleasure of seeing your writhe underneath him, his cock was ready to be overstimulated in the warmth of your cunt.

“m’little cockslut, doin’ so well f’me. gonna breed you like m’little bitch.” his voice slurred from pleasure as he praised you in the midst of his dominant blurred headspace. the building pleasure in his prick, was moving rapidly as the friction between you both building up briskly from the unabating tension and teasing.

“m’gonna cum, please, let me cum!” your voice rasped from crying out to him, and your gasps filling the empty spaces between your words.

“cum bunny, want you to cum.” his voice was sharp as he grunted, his jaw clenched almost at his point of own release but awaiting you to finish first.

at his que you sputtered out a mix of moans and ‘thank-you’s’ to him, feeling like a bunch of shock waves had warped your nervous system and releasing all of your arousal over remus’ cock. feeling like a bunch of stars at washed over your blurred vision, almost pushing you into further submission of him.

you panted deeply, trying to catch your breath feeling him plunge into your cunt one last time before his release had throughly coated your walls with his cum.

he was heavily breathing whilst he hovered over your quivering body, staying completely inside of you; keeping you full of his cum and clenched around his prick.

“that’s what happens when you’re late, m’dear.”

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[shockinglysubmissive]

One Day Down

WARNINGS: Stripping, Fingering (Reader receiving), Squirting

This is my piece for @missuga Love and Lockdown Collab

WC: 2K

“One day down, 13 more to go. Care to play a game to kill some time?” Your boyfriend asks, looking through your closest of board games. The pandemic had shut everything down, and Kuroo was unable to take the bus back to his apartment, so you two were trapped together for the next two weeks. He doesn’t wait for your response, finding a box and tugging it out of the stack carefully. “How about this one? It will kill at least two hours.” He holds out Monopoly, a smirk spread across his face.

“No way Tetsu! You get way too competitive! We still have nearly two weeks together. We can’t start hating each other already.” Despite your disagreeing words, you start to clear off the coffee table in front of you for the board. He sits down across from you, using a pillow to make the hardwood floor more comfortable.

“Oh. You are so mistaken. It won’t be a normal game of monopoly. Oh no no no Kitten, this will be so much more.” His eyes narrow, sliding a piece of paper over to you. You unfold it and scan over it quickly.

Shoes: $50

Socks or Tights: $50

Sweater or Jacket: $50

Shirt or Top: $100

Pants or Skirt: $100

Dress: $200

Bra: $300

Underwear: $500

“Are… are you serious? Strip monopoly?” You can’t help but giggle as he starts sorting cards. You don’t notice when he slips a stack of cards from his pocket, mixing them into the stack until they are mixed in fully. “If you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked to join me in the shower.” You add.

“ But this will be so much more fun. Seeing you all angry, your pretty tits pushed together with crossed arms because you realize you have to sell your panties and lose the game.” He sets the chance cards on their spot and sets the player pieces out on the board for you to pick.

Your fingers trace the ship, smirking as you pick it up and hand it to him. “Here you can be the ship because you’re going down.” You flash him an innocent smile as he picks up the dog.

“Fine, but you’ll be this one because I’m going to make you my bitch.” He says simply, eyes shining with joking excitement. You distribute the money, rolling your eyes as you start the game.

After a few turns, you had to sell your shirt for money to buy a property, and Kuroo sold his pants to pay for landing on your space. On your next turn, you land on a Chance space. You read it and blush bright red, having drawn one of the cards he had slipped in.

“Money is tight. Give another player a lapdance to steal an item of clothing from them.” Not giving him the chance to tease you for blushing, you move to his side of the table, straddling his lap and give him a half hearted dance. Tugging on the bottom of his shirt, you pull it over his head and put it on yourself. “Thank you for your shirt. Looks like I am fully dressed again.” You take your seat on the other side of the table again. He blinks at you slightly taken aback. “What? I never said that I would make this easy on you.“ You look at him innocently, Adjusting his shirt, which is too big for you.

A growl rumbles in his chest. He knows that you are winning, that doesn't stop him from being competitive. “The game's not over yet. I said I would make you my bitch, and I still intend to do that. I'm just letting you win for the moment because you look so cute when you smile.” Although he is smiling, there is a bit of anger in his words. You have known him for years, and Tetsu can be very competitive. He enjoys being the cunning one who wins. He hates when you are able to beat him without even trying to.

“ Mm.. Ok whatever makes you happy. I’ll let you believe that you will win.” You count your money, and organize the properties that you have collected so far. Unaware of the anger filling your boyfriend, his dick hardens seeing his shirt slide down your shoulder some.

The game continues for many more turns, clothes being sold, but chance cards giving clothes back. In the final few turns, Kuroo buys hotels for his blue properties, and you land on them. One having $50, and your panties left, you had to give up, letting your boyfriend win. Despite getting exactly what he wanted, he didn’t look happy. Your arms are crossed over your chest, a small pout settling on your face wanting him to look at you. Instead he just packs up the game.

“What’s wrong with you? You won! You get to see me naked and you’re still huffing and pouting like a child. What more do you want?” You demand, knowing that this game would end poorly. He glances up at you, his expression is unreadable. He stays silent, still refusing to acknowledge you, a slight scowl on his face. “Kuroo! I knew this game was a bad idea. I’m just going to bed. You can sleep on the couch if you want to keep acting like this.”

“You’ve been teasing me this whole game.” He says simply. You look shocked. Of all the reasons for him to be mad, it was because you teased him. Your boyfriend is known for being a giant tease, and he can’t handle receiving any.

“Hate to break it to you, but you were taunting me way more than I was with you. You get too competitive.” You mumble, grabbing your clothes to get dressed again. “I played the game that you wanted! You always tease me, so I thought I could do the same. Guess I was wrong. I will give you your space.” Houses and hotels are scattered as he drops them to grab your wrist, pulling you to make you sit on your knees so that you can see how his boxers have a large spot of precum soaking through. You swear that you can see him throbbing, even though the fabric.

His grip tightens as he begins to speak. “Biting your lip while thinking, letting your tits bounce when you get excited, slowly sliding off every piece of clothing. Oh and let's not forget the way that your fingertips would absent-mindedly drift to your exposed nipples. You would play it off like you were playing with your hair, but I saw the way your breathing changed.” He leans his face closer to yours, letting his warm breath fan against your ear. “We have 13 days let before we can leave this apartment, and I intend to fuck you so good you can’t walk right until then, understood?” He whispers in your ear. You swallow hard and nod, knowing that he will do just that.

Even when the sex between you both is slow and full of love and passion, he never fails to leave you so fucked out that you lose all ability to think. Seeing the look in his eyes from wanting you so bad, you knew that you were in for a lot of aches tomorrow.

He shoves the remaining game pieces on the floor, setting you on the coffee table. Using the fact that you lost, and were fully undressed to his advantage, he settles himself on his knees between your legs. “Think you can take me, or do you need me to stretch you out?” His voice is gentle as his fingers trace along your already slick folds. Unable to wait for you to answer, he slips his long middle finger into you. A soft moan leaves his lips as you lift your hips to feel his finger deeper. His own need is overshadowed by the desire to make you cum.

“Want more. Please Tetsu. I want you to stretch me out.” Your voice comes out a bit whinier than you hoped, desperate to feel the deep feelings that only he can give you. Taking mercy on you, he slides his ring finger in, curling both until he finds your g-spot. He quickens his ministrations, savoring in the way you react to him. His cock twitches, but he ignores it, too lost in the moans coming from your mouth.

When his thumb starts to circle your clit, you instinctively try to pull away, feeling pressure building in your core. “Ah. No moving.” He presses down just above your pelvic bone, creating more stimulation against your sweet spot. You squirm even more, feeling as if you may explode if the pressure builds any more. “Let go baby. Stop holding back. Relax.” His lips graze down your inner thigh.

At his words, the pressure releases, and you soak his hand with your cum. Your vision blurs and your hands roam to find something to hold on to. Settling for gripping your chest, your hips grind weakly against his hand until you become too sensitive.

He finally removes his hand, fingers dripping with your cum. Popping his fingers in his mouth, he lets out a soft moan. “Fuck I will never get tired of how good you taste.” He leans down and laps at your cum soaked folds. His delicate kitten licks move to your clit and you try to pull away.

“Tetsu… I want you to fuck me. I want you to feel good too.” You tug his hair to pull him up to look at you, eyes begging him to stuff you full. He hesitates for a moment, wanting to continue tasting you, but also wanting to fuck you so hard that neither one of you can think straight anymore. “Baby.” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he is hovering over you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you attach your lips to his, opening your mouth just enough that his tongue slips into your mouth. His tongue tastes faintly like your cum, and you can’t help but blush. You slide your hands down his chest, clumsily tugging his boxers down. Pumping his cock to smear the precum, you move to line him up with your entrance.

“My needy girl. Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m gonna make you cum all over me.” He pushes into you with one fluid snap of his hips. Your walls clamp down around him, already trying to milk him for all the cum he has. “If you aren’t… fuck… if you don’t stop I won’t be able… oh god… to move.” He half begs, trying to keep control as he rocks against you.

“Can’t help it. You just feel so good in me. I want to cum around you already.” Your voice comes out as needy, body already teetering on the edge just from his tip kissing your cervix as he rocks against it. Still sensitive from your first intense orgasm, then his tongue teasing every inch of your pussy, you feel as if you could cum again.

“Not yet baby. Just hold off for a little longer. I want you to cum with me.” He grits his teeth as he builds up to a steady pace. Tears start to well in your eyes as it becomes almost painful to not cum. “It’s okay. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay. A little longer. It will feel so good when you finally cum with me.” He tries to calm your nerves, kissing away the tear that slipped down your cheek.

You cling to his shoulders, mind going numb, and only being able to think about how good his dick is making you feel. “Cum for me. Fuck.” His voice tugs you back to reality just enough to realize you no longer have to hold back. Creaming all over him, you moan his name against his neck, trembling in his arms as he fucks his cum into you.

It takes you both a few moments to come back down from your highs, suddenly aware of the discomfort you feel from the coffee table. “Game night was fun, but can we fuck somewhere more comfortable tomorrow?” You ask softly, giggling softly against his shoulder.

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[miyalove]

➳˚｡⋆ MUTUAL CONNECTION.

➳ pairing. roommate!kuroo x fem!reader x (slight) terushima

➳ warnings. slight dubcon (kuroo listen’s to reader having sex), voyeurism, swearing, masturbation (male), pining

➳ notes. thank you for 500 followers! here’s a spicy fic to celebrate... if it gets enough love then maybe a part two will be out

2.4k | thinking you were going to be home alone, you decide to invite your favorite fling over to have a good time. surpisingly, you’re not alone and your roommate kuroo is torn between letting you know that or locking himself up in his room to torture himself.

he’s in some deep shit now. the playfully cocky man is grown enough to admit that. as much as he wanted to blame you for his trouble, he’s adult enough to admit that maybe… just maybe, this one is on him. you thought that he was out and with fair reason too. he did text you saying so; ‘late classes. don’t wait up’. only it turned out that his professor had a last minute change of plans because as he got to class, on the door was a note detailing how they were canceled.

it wasn’t much of a sweat for him though. he wouldn’t mind a day home alone with his thoughts. it would allow him to catch up (and even get ahead) in most of his classes so this was basically water under the bridge. instantly, his feelings of serenity changed when you arrived home and not alone either, but with your current prey— terushima.

he was a younger guy compared to kuroo, but not by much. fit, intelligent, a cosmetology major (so he never looked bad) and kuroo knows just how much of a good dude he is in bed too. courtesy of you, of course. every now and then, you’d get into tangents about your flings and terushima was the only one that you had only good things to say about. it wasn’t as if he was jealous though. please, kuroo feels all emotions but he prides himself on not feeling that on. him? jealous? nothing of the sort, really.

he thought you were hot and when the two of you meet for the first time, there was just something that clicked. you got along so well with him like puzzle pieces perfectly slotting together. you two got along so well that since then you were practically attached by the hip. that was nearly a year ago, when you meet. if the circumstances were different he might have made a move on you, but things are complicated now because even if he thinks about what you would look like underneath him; he can’t make a move.

you guys are roommates. he missed his opportunity to have something more once he asked you to move in with him. and you being a broke college student, just like him, happily said yes. it would become awkward if things didn’t work out because hell— he’d be living with his ex which could make a great plot to a cliche hallmark movie but not to his life.

for now, he’d have to keep things on the down low. even if you constantly came at him with flirty teasing. it happened mostly when you were drunk— everyone tends to have more courage when they’re 5 shots deep in tequila. however, there are some instances of ‘friendly’ flirting that happens especially when you’re sober. he doesn’t miss the vague compliments that, if either of you questioned, things would start spiraling. he doesn’t miss the stares that last a little too long or touches that linger for a split second longer than needed. the way you giggle a little too much to not be considered flirting.

but even at that, even with fate constantly pushing the two of you together be it through classes, parties, or running into each other on the street; he never made a move and neither did you. and at first, he was okay with that, but right now not so much because right fucking now, he’s stuck in his room wanting nothing more than the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

he didn’t even know you were still seeing terushima. sure, you bragged about how great he is in bed but you were more of a one and done kind of girl (as you lovingly explained to him one drunken escapade). so to see the bleach blonde again (in his own house of all places) with you straddling his lap rubbed kuroo in a way that was anything but pleasant. he didn’t want to be subjected to this kind of torture so he figured running into his bedroom would be a good solution to his problem.

he anticipated just blasting music in his headphones. drown out whatever was happening just a few feet away from him. arriving at his destination, he gently shut the door to his room. throwing himself on his bed and reaching for his laptop, he’s glad that the noises haven’t started up yet. but when he searches his bag for his headphone and nothing comes up, it then dawns on him that he leaned his pair to a friend and now he is more fucked than you.

he panicking. a low whine of despair escaped his lips as he felt pity stir in his chest for himself. just his luck that his pretty roommate was fucking a completely different dude and he’d have to sit her and take it like some kind of incompetent loser. he contemplated going out there to stop whatever was happening. to just maybe knock on his door or yell out to you, to have you guys know that he’s in here and it’s not just you and terushima. yeah, just yell out to you guys would be easy, right? open the door, scream a simple “please don’t!” and done. he so sure that his plan is golden that he reaches for his door knob with a grin.

but then he hears you moan.

and his eyes widened at the sweet sound.

he can’t help but freeze up. how could something so lewd sound to pretty? his grip on the knob tightens. kuroo finds himself thinking hard to himself. this is so bad. even if he’s heard how pretty you sound, doesn't meant anything. as a good roommate, hell, as a good friend, he should go out there and tell you what’s up.

but then he hears your pleas again, however it’s not a moan this time. you let out a shakily sigh that was followed by some other words that he couldn’t really make out because of the distance. you sounded so needy, so desperate to have someone touch you to make you feel good. the mere thought of you desperately pleading with that pretty little mouth of yours made him dizzy.

with everything that’s happening, it makes sense that his dick starts to stiffen. he fumbled about his room. trying so damn hard to ignore the growing pain in his cock. he did some quiet jumping jacks, paced around his room, and tried to drawn everything out by screaming in his head.

it seemed that most things where to no effort. when he hears you let out a low groan followed by the succulent sound of wet lips kissing at your skin is when he finally lets go. desperately kuroo’s hand clutches his crotch over his shorts as he tried to control his thoughts and raging desires. he pleaded with himself to keep it cool, but no matter his attempts, it felt like his dick had a mind of it’s own— which it does.

no matter how hard he shut his eyes, or how loud he blasted super bass in his head, he couldn’t get the image of you naked out of his thoughts— you were probably fully nude by now, underwear (if you were even wearing any) scattered across the living room floor. he imagines that you’d wear something elegant yet contradicting sexy. lingerie that framed your body perfectly. kuroo would have to demand you to take them off or he’d rip into them himself. you’d be on full display just for him— terushima, he meant. not like him him. dear god, he felt sick but at the same time so fucking horny. it’s a weird combo that only you could ever invoke from him.

would you be weirded out if he jerked off to the idea of you having sex with someone else? of course, you would! it takes a special kind of crazy to think that you’d be okay with him just barging in on your private time. there’s no other way around it. you’d probably hate him for the rest of your life, if you were to find out what he was doing. but it’s not like he can do anything about it. it’s not like he can not not listen to you.

it’s far too late to interrupt now because he’ll look like some kind of perv that was actually enjoying listening in on his roommate fucking another guy. when his head start to finally clear, a deeper voice erupts from the intimate silence. it’s  terushima.

“you want me to fuck you right here, baby?” he breathed out. even with the distance, kuroo could hear the leather of the couch shift. he only can only imagine how you two are positioned right now. “what if your roommate sees?”

“then he can enjoy the show,” he knew you were just playing along. drawing out the teasing to further your play time with terushima but it’s startling really because— if only you knew.

at this point, kuroo thinks he’s about to explode. he could practically hear the smirk you had on. the way you were dripping with lust had him biting back a groan. the things you do to him when you’re not even doing him was insane. he tried to block his thoughts out, think about something that’ll kill his boner but nothing came to mind.

nothing could kill his intense wanting when all he could picture was that he was the one making you moaning right now. that it was his name that you were grunting as you ride his cock. the thoughts made his dick impossibly harder, the pressure building up so much that it felt like he had no choice but to rub it over the fabric of his shorts.

it was like his body was acting without thinking as he began panting quietly to himself. when the sound of your voice got louder, his pace over the fabric quickens. his cheeks flush at the scandalous act. there is no way he’s rubbing one out to the sound of you fucking another guy.

but then your voice gets more needy, pleading with a desperation that kuroo couldn’t help but wish was for him. something inside him snaps. then all at once he’s betraying his thoughts. he’s not thinking straight when he finally pulls his shorts down. sighing in relief as his dick springs up, slapping his abdomen.  

he waste no time wrapping his hand around his cock. eyes fluttering close when he gets a good rhythm going. slowly pumping when he hears you whining. then quickening his pace when he hears your moans getting faster. the slapping of skin on skin contact making his imagination grow wilder. he can’t help it really. picturing you all spread out, taking his cock like the good girl he hopes you are. your expression shifting to absolute bliss when he hits your sweet spot. he’s drowning in pure pleasure. his body completely laxed as he slumps over.

he slows when he hears your voice again, “god, fuck. just like that.”

it’s airy and pitched. begging and praising terushima as he fucks you perfectly. the image of you taking him— kuroo (not your other stupid fling), makes his breath hitch.

“f-fuck,” he mutters. his hand picks up speed. so many thoughts running through his head. mainly of you spiraled out in his favorite position, and so wet that his cock would just slide into your pussy easy. you’d be begging him to go harder and with such a sweet fucked out voice, how could he say no? he’d grab your hips and slam into you. you’d practically forget who the hell terushima was if, kuroo has his way with you.

hearing your moans pick up, his imagination gets the best of him. his hand pumps faster and faster. his body feels hot as he imagines your tight pussy swallowing his cock, sucking him in ever time he tries to pull out. he pictures you to be greedy in bed wanting every inch of him inside you and pounding so hard into you’d practically be seeing stars. he imagines running his hands gently through your pretty hair, petting you every once in a while and cooing about how much of a good girl you are. he’d be ready to pull at your roots if you even dare to tease him because he knows you’d try something as cunning as that. you’d do it with pleasure, a smirk plastered on your lips and nothing but trouble lining your hues.

“oh god– fuck.” he’s nearing the edge. he can feel the brink of his heat snapping. as if the gods are finally righting their wrongs. your melodious moaning reaches his ears.

“fuck. i’m– i’m gonna cum!” if this were any other circumstance, kuroo would say that it was romantic. the two of you finishing together. the blissful ride coming to an possibly wholesome end. silks of white hot pleasure filling you up and just when you think it’s over, he’d lean down one hand gripping your thigh while his long slender fingers go to work on stuffing all the leaking cum back into you. fuck. you’d be squirming under his touch caught between begging him to stop or wanting to go again and again and again…

opening his eyes, kuroo’s hues are meant with darkness. a stickiness all over his hands and tummy that he’s come to be all to familiar with at this point. he wishes he could finish how he imagined but he has to snap back into reality every once in a while. a bitter feeling fills his chest, a huge shift from his lust filled yearning a few seconds ago. things were certainly going to be a little weird from now on. kuroo considers himself quite the extrovert (sorta) but he’s kind of terrified to see how he’ll naturally react to you now that– that that has all went down.

taking one last look at the white strings that cover his body, he let’s out a way too loud (especially given the circumstance) groan. grabbing at a dirty towel he starts to clean himself off. when warm thoughts of you invade his memory again, he grimaces a fluttery feeling overcoming him.

“oh, i’m so fucked,” tossing the towel somewhere in his room. he falls asleep to the sound of your soft giggles as his soundtrack.

[greensaplinggrace]

.........anyways, talk to me about how after 500 years, mal and darkling still can't say 'i love you' without making it a) sound like a joke, b) sound like a threat OR c) one of them being 'this' close to dying

I love how you send me this ask and then have the gall to ask me if I'm okay in the tags of my (admittedly very chaotic) Malarklina post! Like wtf this is so angsty! I mean it's also some great insight into their characters and their relationships with the word love, specifically in regards to each other. But now you've given me Emotions (tm) about these two idiots and I can't stop thinking about this.

Anyways, Mal says it first.

For weeks he's planned it: the perfect moment, the perfect words. He'll take Aleksander out to a field of blue irises and lay a quilt atop the grass. Then he'll lay Aleksander upon it.

It will be intimate and tender. Like Mal's done with Alina hundreds of times before and Aleksander has done the same in turn, the both of them speaking softly into her ear, bodies pressed so tightly together.

Except this time, the words won't be for Alina.

This time, Mal will take the other man into his arms as they always do at night. He will press kisses into Aleksander's skin, tell him that he's beautiful, that he's special, that he's wicked and kind and tastes of chocolate. And then Mal will tell him - he will. In that perfect, beautiful moment, he'll tell Aleksander he loves him.

The trip is planned for tomorrow afternoon, supplies packed and horses readied. Mal is nervous, palms sweating. Even after hundreds of years his heart still races like a lovestruck teenager when he thinks of them. It is an emotion he'd thought he'd lose as he grew older. One that has instead grown stronger, fiercer, more debilitating than ever.

His mouth tastes of sand and his mind flashes to their long, drawn out history. All of the ups and downs and violent, deadly strikes at each other's weaknesses. He thinks of Aleksander's scars and Alina's hair and the mark of an arrow just a hairs breadth away from his own soft heart - things he should be over by now. But he's not, and Aleksander's not. And they are all, probably, not.

So Mal is nervous and excited and maybe a little bit in love. He wipes his sweaty palms on his pants and reminds his racing heart of the way Aleksander had brushed his hair from his forehead the other night, fingertips feather light against Mal's skin and expression softened by adoration. He reminds himself of the way Aleksander had tucked his face into Alina's neck and curled around her under the covers, Mal's hand pulled over his side and held tightly to his chest.

Mal doesn't have to remind himself that he loves Aleksander. That one comes like breathing.

All he has to do is say it.

Aleksander is himself, of course, the night before. Not at all nervous. Instead watchful and sharp, slate grey eyes following Mal around the house in dedicated vigil. He's trying Mal's patience, ready to pounce on any piece of information Mal might let slip about his plans - observing and waiting under the likely impression that he appears the predator - but Mal has known this man for centuries and finds himself only amused by the evidence that Aleksander is dreadfully curious.

Mal raises a brow at the other man's impenetrable gaze and reveals nothing. Aleksander goes to bed frustrated that night, and Mal can't say that either he or Alina are unhappy with the development.

The next day, they ride out on a bright, sunny morning. The wind ruffles Aleksander's hair and puts a blush on his cheeks. Mal imagines that he looks much the same, grinning widely over at the other man, heart pounding, as they ride all the way to the meadow.

Then he spreads out the quilt, lays Aleksander upon it, and presses kisses into his skin.

And that is all he can do with his mouth, for the entire afternoon, words dead on his tongue.

He does not say it.

He cannot say it.

They return home later that night pleased and sated, quiet, with the words, as always, left unspoken between them.

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Afterward, the months pass in a blank, formless blur. Mal tries to focus on other things, like patching the roof of their small cottage and tending to the garden and dedicating inordinate amounts of time to making both Alina and Aleksander flush. He tries very hard not to think about that day, and the night before, and how certain he'd been of his bravery.

He feels like a coward.

And then the riders come, with swords and guns and fire, burning their life to ground in an instant, and suddenly Mal doesn't have the time to feel much of anything anymore. He runs from the house, pulled along by Alina and pulling her in turn, barely dodging the whistle of a bullet, and thanks every Saint he can remember for the sight of Aleksander's dark figure at the treeline.

Zhenya is a beauty of a horse, strong and lean with a coat of pure silken white. Aleksander tugs at her reigns to calm her, seated upon Ilya at her side, and wastes no time in turning them both in the only direction they can flee as Mal pulls himself and Alina onto Zhenya's saddle.

Alina turns with a whip of her hands, brilliant light blinding their pursuers, and Mal follows the blackened trail of shadows that coalesce all around them.

Hoofbeats chase them for miles, the sound of pursuit relentless and daunting. Mal doesn't have his bow; he doesn't have his gun. Alina shivers against him in the cool night air wearing nothing but a thin shift, and Aleksander looms ahead of them dark and dangerous but ever so weary, haunted by weeks of insomnia and nights spent awake.

They are going to die. His partners. The people he loves.

They are not ready for this.

And they aren't ready for the cliff, either - the end of the forest and the sudden break in the earth. Aleksander shouts, Ilya rearing, and Mal only has a moment to even think to pull on Zhenya's reigns before she's bucking, whinnying in terror, and Mal is sent flying through the air.

He hits the ground with a curse, tumbling forward and scrambling desperately at the loose dirt for anything to halt his progress. There's nothing - nothing - and everything goes white.

"Alina," he gasps, mind blank except for the sheer, mind numbing terror that she could already be gone. And when he finally reaches the cliffside and the floor falls out from underneath him, all he can do is feel his heart plummet to his stomach.

He chokes out a yell and clenches his eyes shut, still reaching for anything that could keep him here by Alina's side - by Aleksander's side. Then a hand closes around his wrist, grip hot and hard and painful, and Mal is met quite suddenly with the solid ground again as his face meets the cliffside.

He swings for a second in the air, attempting to find purchase along the rocks with his feet, and looks up to see Aleksander above him. The man is wide-eyed, lips parted, staring down at him as if his entire world is coming to an end, fingers white with the strength of his hold on Mal, and Mal thinks for one bright, clarifying second that oh, this is what true fear looks like.

He wonders blankly if Alina would have seen it on himself not two seconds ago when he'd believed her dead.

"Don't let go," Aleksander tells him - demands of him, the controlling bastard.

He's looking for a promise, Mal realizes. But his voice is shaking, arms unsteady, cheek painted in red. Blood drips down his chin from a wound on his forehead, face pressed against the cool earth and eyelashes fluttering. His grip on the edge of the cliff is weak at best, and Alina's shouting voice is too far away to share some of the weight.

We're going to fall.

"We're going to fall."

Aleksander blinks at him for a second, bleary eyed. Then he swallows, breaths coming out shorter, heavier. Mal's known him long enough to realize when panic is setting in. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Mal tells him, because he is. Because he wants nothing more than to be with these people forever.

Alina, he thinks again, and wishes fervently that she were here.

Aleksander is shaking his head, swallowing roughly, lips forming a pained, desperate "no." But no sound slips out. His grasp slips, fingers loosening, and Mal can see him straining to keep them both in place.

"I love you," Mal breathes out, overcome with the sudden desire to say it again and again every day for the rest of their lives. "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."

"No!" Aleksander roars furiously, eyes wide and expression stricken, thunder cracking in a blackened sky.

Mal lets go.

Aleksander exhales sharply, face going white as his grip slackens, fingers grasping at nothing but air. "N-no."

And Mal falls.

[thestonelady]

Theory for POV

Warning: possible spoilers

During one of my replays I noticed something interesting in the background of Andvari's workshop :

What may that weird piece of cloth be? To answer that, we need to look at two versions of the same tale, that traces its origin back into the Migration Period (c.  300–500 AD to be precise)

These are The Völsunga saga and Nibelungenlied.

Part of the Völsunga saga can be found in the Poetic Edda as well, that part being called Reginsmál (the Lay of Regin). Here the dwarf Regin tells his foster son Sigurd how his family acquired Andvari's gold :

One day Odin, Loki and Hœnir walked alongside a river. There an otter just left the water. Loki killed the otter and the three gods went to Hreidmars house to spent the night. But when Hreidmar saw the dead otter he knew it was his own son, Ótr. At first Hreidmar demanded a life for life, but then he settled on a weregild. Loki returned to the river, the Andvarafors, with a fishnet he got from the goddess Ran. With that fishnet he caught a pike.

Loki spoke :

Who is the fish

that swims in the river

and from misfortune cannot save itself?

Save your head from death

Give me the flame of the waves.

The pike answered :

Andvari am I

and Oin my father.

Many a fall have I fared,

An evil Norn

In the olden days

doomed me in water

to dwell.

To save his life, Andvari gave Loki all his gold, but hid one ring, the Andvaranaut. But the god saw it and took the ring from him as well. So Andvari cursed both the gold and the Andvaranaut :

Now shall the gold that Gust once had,

bring death to brothers two,

and evil be to heroes eight,

no one will my use wealth.

Loki gave the gold to Hreidmar. But he soon after was murdered by his other son Fafnir. Fafnir took the gold and ran away, turning into a dragon... (I included this because I have no idea how much the fandom knows about the myths, so I apologise for making this so long)

(Also, is this the fishnet from Ran?)

Now in the Nibelungenlied this part is completely absent. But we know both tales tell the same story. Due to being orally told from generation to generation for centuries, the details changed and some parts were forgotten.

Codex Regius which includes Reginsmál was written down in the 13th century in Iceland, and the Nibelungenlied was as well written down in the 13th century, but in what is now modern day Germany.

But what has all of this to do with that cloth?

The answer is simple, it is in the Nibelungenlied where a dwarf named Alberich had an magical cloak (die Tarnkappe) that could make the wearer invisible and it gave them the strength of twelve men. Siegfried acquired Tarnkappe from Alberich and most notably used it to help his brother-in-law Gunther to get Brünhild as wife (poor Brünhild).

And what has this to do with Andvari?

Well, from what I've read, thanks to comparing the two tales we know  Sigurd=Siegfried, Regin=Mimer, Gunnar=Gunther, Brünhild=Brynhild, and... some scholars say Andvari and Alberich are counterparts of each other (which would mean elf boi is a twice crowned king because Alberich is the king of the dwarves and thanks to French translations Alberich turned into Auberon (Oberon) the king of the fairies)

So is the weird piece of cloth actually die Tarnkappe from the Nibelungenlied? We shall see in future updates if it turns out to be more than just a pretty background decoration.

Word glossary:

Andvarafors - literally means Andvari's waterfall, the place where Andvari lived

Andvaranaut - translates as 'Andvari's gift'

Hœnir - an obscure Aesir god. In some versions he helped Odin create the first humans

Ran - is the wife of the sea god Aegir. She’s usually mentioned in the context of drowning unfortunate seafarers and dragging them down to dwell in her underwater abode.

Weregild - in ancient Germanic law, a fine paid by a person who committed an offense to the injured party or, in case of death, to his family

Side note: if anybody wants to ask for my sources, they are: the English and German Wikipedia entries; a Czech translation of the Völsunga saga; and Auguste Lechner's adaptation of the Nibelungenlied. 

If anybody wants to add something or correct me feel free to do so, please 🙈

[rhysismydaddy]

Inn Scene for Elriel

What would Elriel do if it was them on that one bed at the inn (where Feyre said she wanted 'fun') instead of Feysand? Would it be smut? Or sweet fluff? Can you please write this? I don't mind if it is steamy or fluffy! Thanks!!

Might I raise you and say both? HA. Wrote it this way because I came back to edit :)

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There’s nothing, absolutely no sign whatsoever, that indicates the man next to me is awake, but I know he is. 

His breathing is even and deep, but it’s like I can sense his attention on me. Even though his eyes are closed. His entire being seems tuned into mine, and it puts me on edge, even as I pretend to sleep. 

Honestly, I don’t think either one of us has relaxed ever since the owner of this horrible little inn told us there was only one room available. With one very small bed. 

It apparently wasn’t ideal, but we don’t have any other option. We’re making our way back to Velaris from a tense trip to the Illyrian camp Azriel had grown up in, and there’s nothing around for at least another days time. 

Cold and cranky, we’d climbed the stairs silently and changed into dry clothes, then gotten into bed and begun to dutifully ignore each other. 

At least, I am. 

He very well could be just trying to go to sleep. 

That’s the problem with Azriel, I’ve discovered. He never shows any reaction. I’m pretty sure I could stand in front of him and strip every last piece of clothing off and he wouldn’t blink an eye. Hell, he’d probably just give me that long-suffering sigh and ask what I was doing.

No reaction. Ever.

It makes being attracted to him extremely irritating. 

Flopping onto my side dramatically, I poke him in the shoulder and announce, “I can’t sleep.”

“That’s because you’re not trying.”

“Oh, come on. Wake up and talk to me.” He of course doesn’t, so I continue my list of demands. “Tell me about Hybern. Or your favorite thing to do. Or-”

“Go to sleep.”

I brood for a few minutes over his tone. Apparently he’s dead set on ignoring me tonight. 

Except I’m tired of being ignored. 

I’m ignored every single day of my life, and I think I’ve had enough of it. 

I sigh heavily and decide to test out my “no-reaction” theory. “Well, if you don’t want to talk, we could always just have sex.”

His eyes fly open so fast I laugh. “What?”

Is that interest in his voice, or incredulity? Or maybe both?

Trying to be casual, I say, “You heard me perfectly well, Azriel.”

“Yes, but I don’t know why you’d say something like that-”

“Because I’d like to have sex with you,” I declare, finding that now that I’ve actually said the words, I’m not embarrassed in the slightest. He makes a strange, choking sound that lets me know I’ve really surprised him, and I laugh again. “You know, for someone 500 years old, you’re pretty stupid.”

Once he’s recovered enough to speak, he asks, “Why in the world would you want to have sex with me?”

He says it like he honestly doesn’t know. Like he thinks he doesn’t deserve me or something. 

Bracing myself up on one arm, I look down at him. His hair’s an inky spill on the pillow, and it looks so soft I have trouble not reaching and running my fingers through it. “Because you’re loyal and noble and attractive. Because you’re the only one who treats me like a person, not some doll that needs to be protected. Because you see me as who I really am.”

“And who are you, Elain?”

That’s a good question. 

“I’m just a woman. One who wants you, and has since the moment we met.” He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “I don’t see why this has to be complicated. It wouldn’t be for anyone else.”

“Because you’re not just anyone, Elain.” His eyes narrow, the spy in him determined to get all the information possible out of me. “Is that all you want from me then? Just sex?”

I ask myself the same question, but the answer is that I don’t really know. All I know is that for the first time in twenty years, I’m attracted to someone and want to do something about it. 

For the first time, I want to stop caring and just live. 

I’ve never been with a man; the closest I ever came was when Grayson kissed me after proposing. It was quick and clean, and I didn’t feel half as excited as I do when when I even look at Azriel.

So I have to wonder... what would it be like to kiss Azriel? To feel his body against mine, to see a smile on his face and know it’s from something I’ve done?

“I want... fun.” He raises a dark eyebrow, but I see the flare in his eyes. “I’ve never... I’ve never wanted anyone, but I want you, and I know you want me to.”

For a moment, he just lays there, looking up at me. My confidence starts to waver, just enough for me to ask shakily, “Am I wrong?”

Have I really misread a dozen lingering glances and sly smiles? Or have I been reading into something nonexistent? Or-

He’s on me in an instant, lips meeting mine and shutting the uncertainty off easily. It’s a soft and sweet and simple kiss, similar to the one Grayson gave me, but unlike my first kiss, my entire body comes alive. 

“No, Elain. You’re not wrong.” Azriel pulls back, hazel eyes searching my face, and gives me a very male look. “How much fun, exactly, are you trying to have?”

My lips are pulled into a smile as I put them back against his, and his hands slip into my hair, fingers threading through it carefully. Mine find his shoulders to push him on his back, but he sits up instantly, a serous look on his face. “Wings.”

That’s all the explanation I get before his arms are around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. I shiver from the chill and lack of blankets around me, and his hands slide over my arms, then his wings are around us, creating a dark, warm cocoon. 

A calloused hand guides my leg around his waist, aligning our hips, and I can’t hardly breathe at the rush of heat that shoots through me. 

He hears my harsh intake of breath and pulls back to look at me. 

Moving so slowly I squirm, his hands slip under the hem of my sweater, palms flat against my back. He watches my face as they move up, and eyes locked onto mine even as it comes off. 

Then they drop to track the movement of his fingertips tracing over my skin and coming to the three faint freckles just below my collarbone. He smiles as he spots them, then leans in to press his mouth against my skin. 

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, the rough timber of his voice rattling through me. 

I run my hands through his hair and he tilts his head back to look me in the eyes again. I get a little lost in him, in the so-obvious reaction he isn’t bothering to hide anymore. “Say stop, and I will. No questions, no judgement. Okay?”

“I won’t.”

His lips twitch, but he insists, “Say okay anyway.”

“Okay,” I whisper back, barely getting the words out before his mouth is back on mine. 

His chin nudges mine to the side, then his lips are working their way down the column of my throat. A gasp escapes me as he sucks on the place my neck meets my shoulder, and his lips curve into a smile. 

But he doesn’t stop.

He moves down to my chest, hands coming up to guide my breasts towards his mouth. Another gasp, then a shocked moan, slips out of me as his tongue swirls around the peak of one. 

Everything I thought I knew goes out the window as he kisses his way to the other, but I don’t care enough to be bothered by my lack of experience. 

My hips seem to move on their own accord, churning sloppily against his, and his hands drop to guide them.  

His lips meet mine again, tongue teasing mine, and I know right now how much trouble I’m in. I’m practically trembling with need, and all he’s done is kiss me. 

But, gods above, I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop. 

I release his name in a a sigh as his hand sneaks around my waist to toy with the hem of my leggings, my entire focus seeming to narrow to that spot. 

Azriel pulls back again right as his fingers slip between the fabric and brush against my skin. I try to kiss him again, but he evades and grins. “I want to watch.”

Oh, gods. 

His fingertips barely graze my center, giving me the lightest bit of contact, but my hips jerk anyway. He does it again, shifting slightly so he can see better, and the knowledge that he’s watching himself touch me is almost too much. 

Another soft moan escapes me as his thumb makes a small circle, and the caramel in his eyes seems to go molten. “Feel good?”

I nod immediately, and his grin grows. 

He slowly pushes a finger inside me, that thumb continuing to draw circles to keep me relaxed. He starts moving, somehow providing exactly the right amount of pressure to make me breathless.

And I think I’ve never felt so alive.

He leans to press a soft kiss to the column of my throat, whispering, “Are you having fun, Elain?”

A tremor works its way through me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Almost.”

My hips are moving faster now, and he moves his fingers in rhythm, murmuring something I can’t quite hear. Soon I’m clutching his shoulders and feeling a strange sort of tension settle in my legs. 

“Azriel.” He curls his finger, and my thighs squeeze his waist. “Azriel.”

“Come on, baby,” he encourages, pushing into me a little harder. “Come for me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” I say back, even though I listen to him anyway. My legs go tight around him, my back arches into his chest, and I release a loud groan I’ll probably be embarrassed about tomorrow. 

But right now, I don’t care, because it feels like I have fucking lightening in my veins, and I’ve never felt anything so intense.

When I open my eyes, I see him watching me, and the realization that he saw all that brings a blush to my cheeks. “Wow.”

He grins. “Are you tired yet?”

I answer him by falling bac and grabbing the front of his shirt to bring him with me. Even though he could easily stop me, he gives in, landing on top of me softly and pressing me down into the lumpy mattress. His wings fall around us protectively, blanketing us in darkness. 

Blindly, I reach a hand toward them, hearing his sharp intake of breath as my finger meets down the sinewy material. 

“Elain.”

I ignore the pained way he says my name and do it again, then gasp as my hands are suddenly pinned above my head, his grip definitely firm but not painful.

For a minute, I’d forgotten who exactly I was in bed with. I’d forgotten that Azriel is nothing like any of the men I’ve met before. He’s old and powerful and... just more.  

It’s addictive.

His weight is making my mind spin, our chests roughly colliding with every gasping breath I manage to take. 

“Elain, you have to stop that,” he admonishes, pressing his hips to mine roughly so I can feel the affect of my teasing. “I’m not... I can’t-.”

“That’s a lie.”

He gives me a flat look, and my lips twitch. But an edge of seriousness grows into his gaze as he tells me, “I’m not taking your virginity in shithole. You deserve better.”

“I swear that between the two of us, you’re the only one who cares about that.”

He could take me in the middle of a snowstorm and I wouldn’t even care.

“I know, but... I don’t want you to regret me. I’ve seen what something like that does to a female, and I refuse to give you anything less than you deserve.” 

The words his a deep cord in me, and the sadness in his fierce eyes makes my chest hurt. “I could never regret you, Azriel. But I understand.”

He nods once, the gesture simple, and suddenly leans back up to lift me and put me back in my original spot on the bed. Curling behind me, Azriel wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me tight to his chest. “Good. Now go to sleep.”

I’m not quite ready. “I don’t know if I can, with you stabbing me with your-”

“Sleep, Elain.”

Still not ready. “What happens when we go back to the House of Wind? Will that be a fancy and deserving enough of a place for you to deflower me?”

He chuckles, arms going tighter around me, and mumbles against my neck, “We’ll see.”

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[come-on-shitty-boys]

//arranged marriage headcannons//

Characters: Bokuto Koutarou/Sakusa Kiyoomi/Oikawa Tooru because I couldn’t resist him being a prince too

Request: Arranged Royal Marriage!AU Scenarios with Bo and Omi cause we self indulgent af- 😂

Warnings: some swearing

Word Count: 1.5K (~500 a piece)

Notes: Bokuto may have approximately 37 weakness, but I have one and that’s Royalty AUs

Bokuto Koutarou

Oh, he was excited

Finding someone to sit on the throne beside him had been stressing him out since he was 15, so when his parents told him that he had been arranged to marry someone from one of the neighboring kingdoms since birth?  He was relieved. 

He was counting down the days until he would meet you for the first time, but it was still a little wild to him that the first time he’d be meeting you, he would also be getting married?

But, the life of a prince, you know?  And he was just glad that the hard part had been done for him.

Things are a little rocky at the start of your relationship, for sure.  You two were raised very differently and tended to butt heads.  He was still pretty young at only 18, so this prince liked to have his fun, riding around the countryside and neglecting his important duties with some of his most trusted knights.

You, however, were brought up more refined and preferred to focus on your royal day to day routine before doing more of the fun things around the palace.

But, one night as the two of you were laying in bed, just getting to know each other, you had mentioned that you had never gone horse-back riding.  

WELL, Prince Koutarou was not about to have that.  So, here he is, pulling you out of bed at 2 a.m. to take you down to the stables and show you one of his favorite pastimes. 

When I say it was a disaster, I mean it was an absolute fucking disaster.

It started off fine.  You were sitting in front of him so he could hold on to you to make sure that you didn’t fall.  

And you didn’t!

But, he sure as hell did.  He always rode bareback, but because you were riding in front of him, he had to sit further back and uhhhhhh poor prince just slipped right tf off.

You, of course, wanted to stop and check if he was okay, but one problem.  You know nothing about horses.  How did you stop this thing?  Did you just jump off and hope the horse would stop?  Did you say, “Stop”?  You weren’t really even sure how to steer.

Thankfully, Bokuto’s got a pretty loud voice, so he was able to call his horse to a halt as he pulled himself off the ground, limping towards you because the poor baby definitely hurt himself from that fall.

But, he helps you down and decides that maybe you guys should just walk back to the palace.  So, he’s got a hand holding onto the reins of his horse while his other arm is slung around your shoulders for support so he doesn’t further injure himself.

He did eventually teach you how to ride though and when both of you are feeling restless and can’t sleep, you’ll go on midnight rides around the grounds together, sometimes going down to the lake in the woods to skip rocks or play around in the water like little kids.

It does take a while, but you two warm up to one another and form a genuine loving relationship.  He’s a really fun, kind-hearted prince and becomes an even better king to his people

Sakusa Kiyoomi

ANGRY BOY

Okay, he’s not super mad, but he’s definitely less than pleased about finding out that he’s engaged to someone he hasn’t even met.  

He’ll demand to meet with you before the official wedding, stating very clearly that if he doesn’t like you, he will call off the entire thing and just be a lone monarch.  And that’s no empty threat and his parents are well aware of that, so they agree to his terms and arrange for you to arrive a month before the actual ceremony for the two of you to meet and get to know each other a little better before actually getting married.

Kiyoomi didn’t know what he was expecting, but he was not expecting his possible bride-to-be to trip out of her carriage and stumble into his arms.  He certainly was not expecting you to laugh and look up at him and say-

“Looks like I’ve already fallen for you.”

He would’ve dropped you right then and there if it wasn’t rude.

No, I’m kidding.  He thought it was kind of funny, because he found himself laughing along at your cheesy joke.  

Honestly, you were really glad that Prince Kiyoomi requested to meet before the wedding.  The idea of having to move to a whole new kingdom and marry a complete stranger all in one day had you worried and fighting a number of anxieties.  

He would show you all over the kingdom and the castle grounds, but the two of you would frequently find yourself tucked away in the library, telling stories about your respective homes.

The way that your eyes lit up when he would ask you about the history of your kingdom or the bright smile that took over your face when you’re telling him about your favorite shops in the village?

Oh he’s smitten now.  It’s the level of love and respect that you hold for your own kingdom that makes him believe that you would treat this new home the exact same way.  

Scandalous premarital hand holding in the gardens while you’re hidden under the boughs of a willow tree?  Where the two of you are just sitting on a bench, making jokes or making plans for the future and he just sorta . . .  takes your hand? And places a little kiss on your knuckles??  Yeah that’s the good shit right there.

His kingdom’s number one export is precious metals so that got incorporated into his wedding attire.  Like, oh, I don’t know, a black tux with silver and gold embroidery yeah i’m looking at you elle

Oikawa Tooru

He’s not mad, but he’s not happy about it either. 

Tooru sees this as his parents not having faith in him to pick a partner who would be good for the whole of the kingdom.

In reality?  It was a political move.  You were from one of the more powerful kingdoms in the land, so it made sense that the two of you should be united for a physical representation of the new alliance between the two nations.

He moped about it for weeks after the wedding, which only led to you being unhappy as well and writing to your family about how miserable you were with your new husband.  

Your parents were furious, thinking that your new family wasn’t treating you right.  They were close to ending the alliance right then and there, taking you back, and going to war.  Poor Tooru really almost started a whole ass war smh

But, his parents pretty much told him to get over himself and deal with it, because it had already been done and he couldn’t get out of it.

So, Prince Tooru actually took the time to get to know you and?? You were actually?? Really interesting?  Amazing what giving someone a chance will do huh tooru

You both had a very similar interest in novels and would often find yourselves droning on and on for hours about the meanings of certain passages

There’s a lot of just sitting in silence to read together or sitting in his office and reading to him while he worked on whatever he needed to get done for the day.  

Once he’s warmed up to you, he’s a complete tease, but only within the confines of the castle, because that’s filthy and we can’t have that

But, Prince Tooru is full of shit, so the time will come for the two of you to actually have your first kiss and he’s a flustered mess

Like, I’m talking red faced, not looking at you because he’s embarrassed.  He’s never done this before? How are you so calm? He’s convinced that his heart is going to jump out of his chest and you’re just smiling happily at him? 

I promise, this happens before all of your firsts.  First time you hold hands?  His palms are kinda sweaty and every time he remembers that he’s holding your hand he’s panicking internally

But he’s convinced that he looks cool and collected he doesn’t

But it’s fine, because you think it’s kinda cute and it makes you feel better because you’re just as nervous as he is.  You just hide it a lot better.

Please take care of Prince Tooru.  His people have always seen him unfit to lead because of a past injury that never properly healed.  But, it was only because he worked too hard for his kingdom.  He’s a really kind ruler and just wants what’s best for his people.

[imagine-that]

“Elena I CAN’T believe this!” You groan. “You have gotten our family into a LOT of trouble but this is the first time we’ve been kidnapped.” You laugh.

Elena stares at you with a look of guilt in her eyes. Still, you didn’t care. You were furious at her for putting you and possibly Jeremy in danger again. All because she associated herself with the Salvatores.

“Why am I even here?” You demand angrily to the girl keeping you there.

A moment ago, her companion had tried to drink from your neck and that’s when you’d gotten angry and hadn’t stopped yelling since.

“You look exactly like her.” She says to Elena, ignoring your comments while analyzing Elena.

“But I’m not her! Please whatever you-“ your sister begins to beg and you roll your eyes.

“Be quiet!” The woman demands her and Elena looks at her pleadingly.

“But I’m not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert, you don’t have to do this!” She cries.

“Pretty sure she knows that Elena.” You groan.

“I know who you are. Both of you.” The woman says, finally at least giving you a glance. “I said be quiet.” She growls.

“What do you want?” Elena cries and finally, the woman grows tired of her whining and slaps her hard using her vampire strength, knocking Elena unconscious and onto the couch behind her.

“I want you to be quiet.” She says afterwards.

You sigh quietly, flopping backwards onto the couch.

“I am never getting out of this mess.” You sigh.

—————————————————————

You silently pace back and forth in the room you’re kept in, biting your nails out of bad habit.

Elena begins to stir next to you so you sit back down and wait.

As she begins to sit up, you put a finger to your lips to tell her to keep quiet.

You’d been listening to the conversation of your captors and had learned that they were in contact with a man named Elijah.

Elena stands and gestures for you to follow her upstairs so you can listen even more. Reluctantly, you follow.

You hear one of their names, Trevor and learn that they’re on the run.

“I’m sick of running!” The girl cries.

“Yeah? Well running keeps us from dying.” Trevor responds.

“Elijahs old school. If he accepts our deal, we’re free.” The other one says, dismissing the boys words.

Suddenly, Elena steps on a creaky floorboard and the woman turns quickly, noticing the both of you.

“You! There’s nothing around here for miles. If you think either of you are getting out of this house, you’re tragically wrong. Understand?” She yells.

“Who’s Elijah?” You ask, curiousity getting the better of you.

“Your worst nightmare.” She replies before returning to her brother.

————————————————————

Elena, curious as she is, follows the woman off into a room. You ignore it, staying put on the couch in the room you were originally in. Trevor enters as Elena leaves and sits next to you.

“Can I help you?” You mutter.

“I can’t tell if you’re brave or stupid for talking to a vampire like that.” He responds.

“Why are you keeping me here? I get Elena, she’s leverage over the Salvatores. But I mean nothing to them. So why not let me go?” You ask, facing him now.

“You both ask a lot of questions.” He states.

“And I’d like answers.” You sigh. “I’m stuck here. You might as well tell me why.”

“I personally don’t understand why. My sister seems to think handing you two over will redeem us. I think it’s a death wish.” He responds vaguely.

“Because of Elijah?” You ask.

“You are quite the eavesdropper.” He says.

“Who is Elijah? A vampire?” You ask, ignoring his sarcasm.

“He’s one of the vampires. He’s an original.” He tells you, finally revealing some information.

“What’s an original?” You ask, puzzled.

“Don’t the Salvatores teach you anything?” He asks.

“The Salvatores don’t talk to me. I’m just y/n to them, elenas younger siblings.” You sigh.

“Well then.” Trevor sighs. “The originals are people we’ve been running from for 500 years. My sister believes that if we use you two, we can negotiate ourselves out of the mess.” He sighs.

“Why us?” You ask, still not understanding.

“You, I don’t know. Your sister is however a Petrova Doppelgänger. She’s the key to breaking the stupid curse.” He sighs.

“The sun and moon curse or whatever?” You ask.

“You do know some history.” He replies sarcastically.

“Only because I’ve read my sisters diary.” You mutter. “How is my sister the key to breaking it though? I thought that was the sunstone.” You sigh.

“Moonstone. And no. It’s the binding to the curse. What breaks it is the sacrifice.” He explains.

“Oh. Wait what sacrifice?” You ask.

“ the sacrifice of the one with the doppelgänger blood. Your sister.” He responds.

Before you can react, Elena comes back in with the woman.

“Tell me more.” Elena asks.

“Captivity has made them both pushy, huh? What do you want to know doppelicious?” Trevor asks with a smirk and you feel yourself wanting to gag.

Elena asks a few more questions but you ignore them, looking around the room for a way out. You knew that if the Salvatores came, they’d do everything to save your sister, leaving you to fend for yourself as per usual.

You tune back in a moment later.

“They’re the first family. Rose and I pissed them off.” Trevor says and the woman you now know as Rose gives him a pointed stare.

“Ok I pissed them off, Rose had my back and for over a millennium, they wanted us dead.” Trevor corrects himself, obviously annoyed.

“What’d you do?” You ask, piping into the conversation and surprising Rose by doing so.

“He made the same mistake countless others did. He trusted Katerina Petrova.” She says simply.

“Katherine.” Elena sighs.

“The one and only. The first Petrova Doppelgänger.” Rose elaborates.

“I helped her escape her fate and now I’ve, sorry, WE’VE been marked ever since.” Trevor adds.

“Which is why we’re not gonna make the same mistake again.” Rose says sternly before turning on her heel and going to wait for something. Or someone.

——————————————————————————

Not long after, Trevor is pacing around the room in a panic about someone wanting him dead and Rose is trying to convince him everything will be fine. She’s convinced that whoever this ‘Elijah’ is, he’d want Elena and you more than their deaths which makes you feel slightly uneasy but not scared per say.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. Rose takes a deep breath before beginning to walk away to answer it.

“You’re scared.” Elena states and you glare at her, telling her to stop poking the vampire bears.

Rose ignores her and orders Trevor to stay put with the two of you.

An elegant males voice wafts throughout the house. “Rose Marie is there somewhere we can talk?” He asks her and your stomach does a small flip.

She directs him into the house and apologizes for how messy it is but he simply shrugs it off a moment later.

She explains to him what she wants and why he’s there from what you hear.

“I have complete authority to pardon you and your little pet. What’s his name these days? Trevor. If I see fit.” The man assures her. At the sound of being insulted, Trevor glares quietly at the door.

Rose says Katherine’s given name and he immediately takes interest. She tells him that she didn’t die in the church, which you’d already known because of Elenas diary entries about it and because you’d already met Katherine herself.

To your surprise, he doesn’t seem the least bit shocked at the fact that she’s still alive. And it seems Rose returns the surprise.

“Oh, when you called and invited me to this armpit of civilization, which is a mere three hours from the town we know as mystic falls, I surmised it had everything to do with Katerina. Do you have her in your possession?” He explains calmly.

“No. But I have better. I have her doppelgänger.” Rose says.

The man stops speaking for a moment and then continues. You listen to his voice for a moment longer but then get bored and turn to Elena. The two of you sit in silence, watching each other for a moment.

Then, the door opens. Elena gets startled and turns towards the door and a man rushes in using vampire speed, right to her. You watch, mesmerized.

The man looks over Elena for a moment then slightly sniffs her neck.

“Human. It’s impossible.” He states. Then he looks directly at her face. “Hello there.”

You stay silent, holding your breath and standing away from them, hoping whoever he is won’t see you. You presume he’s Elijah.

“And you. Who is this?” He asks as he lays eyes on you.

“I’m nobody. Just here for some very unknown reason.” You sigh.

He analyzes your entire body, sending chills down your spine the more he watches you.

You cross your arms across your chest defensively, feeling nervous about a man who looks like he could have been carved out of marble by the gods staring your body up and down.

“Clearly you must be somebody. You are here after all.” He says finally before turning back towards Rose as if he’d never spoken to you.

“Who might that be Rose Marie?” He asks again.

“It’s her sibling, y/n Gilbert. We brought them because they were with the doppelgänger when we found her. Think of them as leverage to make her cooperate.” She explains, obviously nervous.

Elijah stops and thinks for a moment, watching you intently before speaking again.

“We have a long journey ahead of us. We should be going.” He says finally, gesturing to you and Elena to come with him. You look at him, shocked.

“But why me? I have nothing to do with this!” You sigh.

“You are just as Rose-Marie said. Leverage.” He says simply.

Elena gives Rose a pleading look. “Please. Don’t let him take us.” She begs.

Elijah faces Rose again. “One last piece of business and we’re done.” He says before walking gracefully over to Trevor.

“I’ve waited so long for this day Elijah. I’m truly, very sorry.” Trevor cries to him, a look of obvious remorse and regret taking over his face.

“Oh no, your apology’s not necessary.” Elijah says, sounding almost bored.

“But it is. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you.” Trevor insists, staring at the ground in guilt.

You feel almost bad for him with all that’s happened in his life. He trusted a pretty girl and spent 500 years paying the price. It was a sad life story.

“Oh yes, you are the guilty one and Rose aided you because she was loyal to you and that now I honour. Where was your loyalty?” Elijah responds calmly, yet clearly disgusted. Somehow you could tell he was definitely a man who valued honour.

“I beg your forgiveness.” Trevor pleads and Elijah gave him a quick one over before answering, causing you to nearly hold your breath in anticipation. This was better than most tv you’d seen.

“So granted.” Elijah replies.

Trevor smiles and you feel a rush of relief for him. Sure, he’d kidnapped you but he really did deserve to be pardoned for his actions. Even if it was his sister doing the work towards his pardoning.

But then, Elijah makes one swift motion and Trevors head goes flying across the room. You let out a loud, scared gasp and Rose looks at him, horrified and furious no doubt.

“You!” She cries, tears in her eyes and her tone crackling with anger.

Elijah looks in her direction calmly. “Don’t Rose. Not now that you are free.” He warns.

He looks to you and Elena and you feel yourself shivering at his stare.

“Come.” He says calmly, and you know it’s not a request. You begin to go towards him but Elena stops you.

“No. What about the moonstone?” She says defiantly. You groan and shut your eyes, preparing for a swift death because of your sisters death wish.

“What do you know about the moonstone?” He asks, suddenly curious. You feel yourself slightly relax, knowing he won’t kill you right away.

“I know that you need it and where it is.” Elena replies.

“Yes?” Elijah asks, intrigued.

“I can help you get it.” Elena replies calmly.

“Tell me where it is.” Elijah orders. You give her a stare saying to do what the vampire who could snap you in two says but she doesn’t notice.

“It doesn’t work that way.” Elena says and you mentally kick yourself.

“Are you negotiating with me?” He asks her, a smile fighting its way to his lips, showing he’s amused by her brave act.

He turns to Rose questioningly.

“It’s the first I’ve heard of it.” She says with a shrug.

He turns to you. “What do you know of the moonstone, y/n was it?” He asks.

“It is. And as I said before, I have nothing to do with this. I don’t even know what the moonstone looks like.” You reply.

You watch as he tries to compel Elena but see it doesn’t work. You know full well the necklace he notices right after is why.

“What is this vervain doing around your neck?” He asks before pulling the necklace off her neck and throwing it away. He quickly grabs her head and compels the real answer out of her.

“Interesting.” He mutters to himself when he hears it.

Suddenly, there’s the sound of glass shattering from upstairs.

“What the hell?” You mutter.

“What is that?” Elijah asks Rose, ignoring your comment.

“I don’t know.” She admits.

“Who else is in this house?” He tries.

“I don’t know.” She repeats again.

Without a word, he grabs you by the shoulder then grabs Elena and rushes you both to another part of the house using his vampire speed.

“Hey! I’m not some rag doll you can just drag around!” You argue.

He ignores you once again, throwing Elena into Roses arms and letting go of you.

“Rose.” He says warningly.

“I don’t know who it is.” She says.

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounds from upstairs. “Up here.” You hear Stefan say.

Elijah rushes up the stairs using his speed.

“Down here.” Another Salvatore voice rings out from downstairs.

As Elijah goes to go downstairs, a stake goes through his hand. You gasp out of reflex but he simply removes it with a small groan.

When you turn, Elena and Rose are nowhere to be seen.

‘They saved even the kidnapper before me?!” You think sadly.

“Excuse me, to whom it may concern, you’re making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can’t, do you hear that?” Elijah says loudly as he returns to where you are.

He looks you over for a second, obviously puzzled as to why you’re still there. He snaps out of it immediately and breaks a coat rack behind you as a makeshift stake.

“I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girl. I’m gonna count to three or heads will roll. Do we understand each other?” He says again cautiously.

Suddenly, Elena appears at the top of the stairs.

“I’ll come with you. Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.” She begs.

Elijah speeds over to her, not dropping the stake in his hand.

“What game are you playing with me?” He asks her angrily.

Elena responds by throwing a grenade of vervain in his face. He recovers quickly but when he goes to grab for her, Stefan appears and shoots him with another weapon. When he isn’t affected, he throws it at him and runs towards him, tackling Elijah. The two come barreling down the stairs together and as soon as one of them hits you, everything suddenly goes black.

———————————————————————

You woke with an aching head, slowly sitting yourself up. Even with silence that you could hear a pen drop in, your head throbbed in pain.

“I wouldn’t sit up that fast if I were you.” A voice says from behind you.

Startled, you jerk your head around to see Elijah, a stake dropping out of his hand. You wince, grabbing your head out of pain from the sudden movement.

To your surprise, he gently kneels down beside you and reaches out.

Out of reflex, you lean back in fear.

“You needn’t fear me. I only wish to help.” He says simply and for some reason you can’t comprehend, you believe him.

“What... what happened?” You ask, your memory fuzzy and confused due to the perfect quiet in the house.

“The doppelgänger tried to attack me and when I went after her, her suitor, Stefan I think his name was, ran at me. Then the other suitor, the darker haired one, Damon I believe, ran a stake into my chest. Quite rude if you ask me.” He says with a small smile.

“The Salvatores suck that way. Leaving me in a house with someone trying to kill my sister and taking her kidnapper with them, for instance.” You groan.

“Yes, I suppose that is unthoughtful of them.” He agrees with a slight chuckle.

“Come. We will find some ice for that bump on your head. Before it swells.” He offers, standing and holding his hand out for you to take.

Cautiously, you place your hand in his outstretched one. He carefully helps you off the floor and picks you up in his arms.

“I apologize, it’s easier to travel for you like this than it is to just hold my hand.” He explains sheepishly.

“It’s alright.” You mutter sleepily, your eyes fluttering shut tiredly.

Suddenly, you were moving at higher speed than you’d ever known possible. You were no longer tired. In seconds, you were at a random apartment.

Elijah opened the door and entered, setting you down on the couch. He wordlessly went to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He returned to you and gently placed it on your wound.

“Why are you helping me? I never did anything to earn it nor am I important in your business.” You ask.

“You’re quite curious.” He states. “I’m helping you precisely because you have nothing to do with the business I have with your sister. You’re an innocent bystander. Rose-Marie should never have taken you in the first place. It is not your fault your sister is a doppelgänger. You should not suffer the consequences of her burden.” He answers your question.

“You know, I don’t know why you kidnapped my sister but I’m sure she deserved it.” You admit.

He’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“You’re taking my side? How strange.” He comments and you shrug.

“You’re clearly not a bad guy so you must have a good reason.” You say, knowing better than to ask for his reason.

He gives you a thoughtful look, clearly happy and not used to others finding reasons to trust him.

“I hate to bother you but I’d really like to sleep in my own bed...” you begin awkwardly. “Can I go home?” You finish, feeling your face burn red as his face filled with disappointment.

“Of course.” He says, clearing his throat. “I never meant to make you believe I was keeping you here, I apologize.” He finishes, standing up and away from you.

You stand carefully and begin towards the door. He follows you so you stop, confused.

“You don’t know where we are.” He points out, once again picking you up in his arms.

More aware of your surroundings and situation, you feel your face burn red again.

He speeds over to the Salvatore house and sets you down on the porch lightly.

Damon comes around the corner, clearly irritated.

“I thought you were supposed to be dead.” He growled to Elijah.

“Yet here I am in one piece.” Elijah says calmly, clearly unaffected by Damon’s mood.

“Yes. Here you are.” Damon says with a frown.

“He brought me back in one piece Damon, which is more than I can say for you and your brother.” You butt in, staring at the ground sadly.

“Y/n I-“ He begins, his tone softening.

“Save it. I know you guys don’t exactly love me but leaving me there? That stung.” You interrupt bitterly.

Elena is suddenly outside, rushing to you for a hug. You immediately push her away.

“I’m so sorry we were so caught up y/n.” She begins.

“Caught up saving your kidnapper?” You accuse angrily. She stares at the ground guiltily.

Stefan silently comes outside but doesn’t bother saying anything to you, knowing he’d only sour your mood more if he did.

“At least Elijah had the heart to check on me after tackling me. He gave me ice when none of you could be bothered to even get me out of there!” You yell.

“Wait you’re taking his side?” Damon says in angry disbelief.

“Damn straight I am!” You reply, crossing your arms. “He clearly has more of a heart than any of you so I’m sure he had a valid reason for this. Besides, he didn’t actually kidnap us. The girl you rescued instead of me did.” You finish.

You glance at Elijah and notice a small smile on his lips. He seems happy to be defended, so it seemed.

“Whatever y/n. That’s ridiculous but whatever.” Elena mumbles, going inside. Stefan quickly follows to be sure she’s alright.

You sigh and feel guilty immediately but a hand gently grabbing your arm makes you turn, forgetting your guilt.

“I would like to thank you. Your defence for me means a great deal.” Elijah says with a smile, making your heart race.

He’s staring into your eyes contently as you speak.

“It was nothing. Just telling them how I feel.” You admit with a sheepish grin.

“Well, enjoy the love fest now but you lay another hand on Elena and it will end in tragedy.” Damon threatens from behind you, bringing you back to reality.

“Well it seems I am not welcome here.” Elijah says with a sad smile. “I should leave. Goodbye darling y/n.” He said, gently kissing your hand.

You smile. “Goodbye Elijah.” You say in a near whisper.

He runs off but you don’t worry. You know, somehow, the two of you would meet again soon...

[lordsister]

HCs for how Ikerev Jonah, Ray, and Fenrir would react to a sad S/O

A/N: This is a request from my 500 followers celebration. It took me a while to find the time to really make a quality piece with university studies, but it’s finally done! Enjoy!

Requested by: @apoemadaykeeps​ (Hope you enjoy! Sorry it took me so long to finish these!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Revolution or any of its characters. Please do not reblog or repost my works to any other sites.

Jonah

He knows something’s wrong when he doesn’t catch so much as a glimpse of his (s/o) all day.

It leaves Jonah in a foul mood, not having the warmth and love he usually does, but most of all it worries him, distracting him from his duties. It isn’t like you to leave him alone and wondering without a word like this, and a number of scenarios flit through his mind, growing more terrible as the day continues to drag on.

By afternoon, he can barely concentrate on what King Lancelot is saying (a crazy scenario, I know!), his foot tapping impatiently on the crimson carpet as he tries and fails to reassure himself that everything’s fine.

Of course, Edgar and Lancelot are quick to notice his distress, the former chuckling and shooting him an amused look. “It seems our dutiful is distracted.” That earns him a glare, even as Lancelot hums in agreement. 

As it is, Jonah is too worried to scold Edgar as he usually would. He’s nothing if not devoted to upholding the glory and honor of his position, but right now he has other priorities. 

“Have either of you seen (y/n) today?” he asks through pursed lips, his expression turning more worried than angry. He can’t think about anything other than his (s/o) right now.

Two sets of eyes blink at him, both confused and curious as they stare at him. “No.”

Jonah’s stomach drops at that and a hot-cold chill races beneath his skin. If his worry levels were classified on a scale of 1 to 10, he just went from an 8 to a 100.

“Here I thought you two were practically joined at the hip,” he hears Edgar chuckle behind him, but he pays no attention, too busy rushing out the door and down the hall in the direction of your room.

‘Why didn’t you come to me?’ he wonders as he runs as quickly as he can, without a thought for how inelegant he must appear right now.  

He’d thought he’d made it clear that if there was ever something wrong, you were to come to him immediately. Jonah couldn’t stand the thought of the one he loved so dearly suffering without him, knowing he would do everything in his power to take away the bad and make everything right again.

He doesn’t bother knocking as he reaches your room, yanking the door open out of breath and panicking. “(Y/n)! (Y/n), I’m here!” he calls, scanning your room with wide, desperate eyes until he finds your form curled in a ball on the bed.

You startle, sitting up with fresh tear tracks on your face. Your weak call of his name breaks his heart and he’s moving before he fully realizes it, diving on the bed to wrap you up in the tightest hug he can muster and holding you as if he can smother the sadness away. 

“Sorry. I’m sorry, Jonah,” you try to apologize but he shushes you, nuzzling his face against yours. 

“You better be. How dare you not come to me when you’re sad,” his perfect lips twist in a frown, gold eyes hurt and angry before he demands you tell him what’s wrong.

He won’t leave you be until you do, spilling your pain to him as more tears stream down your cheeks, your sobs muffled in his uniform jacket. 

If he could, Jonah would happily cut whatever was hurting you into tiny, vicious pieces, but since he can’t he settles for telling you how wrong you are for thinking less of yourself for feeling this way. Holding your face in his hands, he forces you to meet his fierce gaze as he tells you how much he adores you and how he would do anything to make sure you were safe and happy. 

“Your fears are my fears,” he declares, his gaze softening, “your sadness is my sadness, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, so don’t take that away from me.”

Ray

When his (s/o) doesn’t give him that goofy, carefree smile, he knows something's wrong.

Ray can practically see the cloud hanging over your features, shadowing your eyes and detracting from the light you always bring into the room.

Rather than let you stew in your apparent sadness, he takes your hand and pulls you out of the room, taking you somewhere the two of you can be alone. It doesn’t matter what work he has or what he’s doing at the moment. He knows he wouldn’t be able to concentrate knowing you’re feeling bad. Even though you try to tell him you’re okay, he doesn’t buy it for a second, raising an eyebrow at you over his shoulder.

He takes you somewhere where you can get some fresh air, sitting down against a tree and pulling you down to sit between his legs. Tilting your face up to his, he doesn’t let you look away, bluntly asking you what’s wrong.

You open your mouth to say it’s nothing before thinking better of it, your jaw snapping shut again before you swallow. Ray knows you better than that. There’s no way he would buy some half-assed excuse when he can read your feelings as plain as day.

Leaning forward, you place your forehead against his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking a deep shuddering breath of his scent. His warmth surrounds you, waiting, and the feeling of his hand rubbing circles into your back brings tears to your eyes. You stay like that for who knows how long, him waiting and you trying to find a way that best puts your feelings into words.

Whatever’s making you sad, he listens silently while you tell him about it. Even if nothing’s really happened and you’re just having an off day, Ray takes it seriously, his green gaze sparkling in the shade as he brushes kisses to the corners of your mouth, catching the stray tears that begin to fall.

To be honest, he doesn’t know quite what to say to make you feel better for a second. You mean so much to him that he wants whatever he says to be just right.

When he does speak, his voice is a low rumble against your cheek pressed against his chest, his breath ruffling your hair a little bit. “It’s okay,” he speaks softly, “It’s okay for you to feel sad...as long as you always come to me to talk about it and smile for me afterwards.”

“I don’t want to annoy you tho-”

Ray cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing your surprised noise and giving you a stern look when he pulls away. “It’ll annoy me more if you don’t talk to me.” Grabbing your hand, he brings your laced fingers up to your face to take a good look. “We’re lovers, aren’t we? That means we never have to do or go through anything alone, and that’s something you taught me.”

You stay like that beneath the tree for the rest of the day, and both you and he eventually fall asleep in each others’ arms, the last of your sadness dissolving in dreams of your lover.

Fenrir

This man is the master of cheering you up, hands down.

He can sense when his (s/o) is having a rough day. Maybe it's because you aren’t as enthusiastic when he greets you or your smiles don’t quite reach your eyes, but he notices the little, imperceptible things that tip him off.

He makes an excuse to take you into town, offering to help you buy ingredients for flowers or inviting you to walk with him to Blanc and Oliver’s so he can pick up his newest order of magic bullets.

On the way, he stops to run into your favorite bakery or chocolatier to grab you a treat. He knows it's the best first step to bringing some light back to your face, but of course, that’s only part one of his grand plan to get you happy again.

Next is trying to get you to laugh, and Fenrir prides himself on the fact that he’s never failed at that.

He has several methods for this. Fenrir might wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face against your neck to blow raspberries into your skin or he might crack jokes - the cheesier the better. 

He’s careful not to annoy you though. If he senses that you’re getting tense, he’ll stop and settle for just holding your hand, giving it little squeezes every now and then to let you know he’s still there.

Most important of all, he keeps close to you. There is no way in hell Fenrir is going to let you feel alone when you’re sad. 

When you finally open up to him, it’s usually when you’re cuddling together on his bed. Your fingers fiddling with his shirt as he holds you against his chest, he waits for you to speak, letting you listen to his heartbeat for as long as you need.

Fenrir listens when you open up, asking little questions every now and then if there’s something he doesn’t understand because he wants to know every detail of how you're feeling. If he does, then he feels he can truly get to the root of the problem and make you feel better.

Depending on whether it’s a passing sadness or something you’re genuinely upset about, his cuddles and kisses might solve it entirely. If not, then he’ll do his absolute best to help you figure it out or get past it, whether that means letting you cry on his chest - even though each of your sobs breaks his heart - or letting you rant until your voice is raw it doesn’t matter. He’ll be there with you for all of it.

When you finally give him the smile he loves so much, he mirrors it right back, brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

If you try to apologize he’ll just shush you and press smiling kisses to your face. You never have to apologize to him for how you feel as long as you always rely on him to help you feel better.

[littlespaceporgs]

Traditions and Bets

Congratulations on your milestone, my dear! May I please request “if you insist” with the queen(TM) Leia Organa-Solo? 😌

OH LOOK 2 FICS IN ONE DAY? WHAT IS THIS? I was intending on making this short... and then this happened and I got carried away?  I’ve never written a Leia fic or a fem!reader and fem!main fic either, so I tried some new things today, I really hope you like it <3333 p.s. I very much ran with the headcanon that Leia is a pilot :)

Want to Request? See here.

Traditions and Bets

Prompt: #14 - “if you insist”

Word Count: 1.3k hehe I aimed for 500 words Pairing: Leia Organa/Skywalker/Solo x fem!reader Description: There are many longstanding traditions in yours and Leia’s relationship, and this is one of them.

Tags for my platonic soulmates:  @milleniumvalcon @cherieboba @valkyrieofthehighfae @corellians-only

The traditions you had with Leia stretched all the way into some of the deepest memories of your childhood. For example, braiding each other’s hair. It begun when you were 5 or 6, as Alderaan nobility you had to know how to tie your hair into intricate knots. And naturally, the way to practice had been to repeatedly do and then undo your hair every day. The two buns on either side of her head had been something that she fell in love with the second you finished them. When she started gushing, you blushed, and she undid them and demanded asked you to teach her how you managed it.

Or, how about the tradition of planning how to escape together. Now that particular tradition had stemmed from party after party with boring senators. The first time you both attempted it was when you were 12, and you had very quickly been caught by Leia’s mother. Despite what the two of you were thinking, she let you both leave. Just this once. Of course, after that your plans became increasingly elaborate, and you weren’t caught while trying to leave again. You hadn’t realised it at the time, but the knack that the two of you developed for escaping would serve you well when the efforts of the rebellion stepped up.

There is one tradition, however, which had only partly stemmed from childhood fun. This one had become common once the two of you were 17 years old. The two of you were sitting in the gardens under a tree, backs against the trunk, Leia’s hair in her signature buns, and yours flowing on your shoulders. The sun was cutting through the leaves perfectly and seemed to glow off Leia’s cheeks. Just thinking of that now still brought a blush to your face. Before this occurred, you had realised your feelings for Leia, because the strange butterflies would occur every time she gave you the smile that was specifically for you, or when she wrapped an arm around you to drag you off to do force knows what.

This day only cemented it however.

“Any day now they’re going to start taking us to the rebellion meetings, you know that right?” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Unlike you, she was looking forward to that day, whereas you thought about it with trepidation.

“Yeah I know.” You trailed off, turning your head back to the sky. She shuffled so instead she was facing you, instead of side to side. A warm hand covered your own, and out of instinct, you turned your hand over to lock your fingers.

“What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “It just feels like our childhood is finishing, like it’s the end of an era.” You paused for a moment, “like everything is going to change.” Laughing softly, she squeezed your hand.

“Is change really the worst thing? Joining the rebellion, it could change a lot of people’s lives if we’re successful.” Noticing that your expression hadn’t yet lifted, she pulled you by the hand to your feet, and grinned widely. “Besides, not everything has to change.” Those cursed butterflies reared their heads in their stomach, and you smiled back despite yourself. Oh yeah, you’re in deep.

Breaking her gaze, she dropped down to the grass, on foot behind her, looking like she was about to take off running. You gave a questioning look and all she did was gesture towards to ground. Once you joined her, she gave an even wider grin.

“We are going to race!” You rolled your eyes and laughed, maybe this is what you needed, a small piece of your childhood back.

“Alright fine, what do you want if you win?” She mocked thinking for a second.

“If I win, you have to steal 2 extra pudding cups tonight after dinner.” You both grinned and she raised an eyebrow at you, “What about if you win?” In a surge of courage, you laughed and replied.

“If I win, you have to give me a kiss!” Uncharacteristically, Leia froze for a split second, and you saw her ears turn red. Wait. Did she have feelings for y-

“Deal!” she snapped out of it and you got ready to run.

Despite her constant kindness, in true Leia fashion she hadn’t let you win that day. In short, she never did. However, the bets between the two of you lasted for the rest of your lives, with you both betting the same things every time. This rings true, even now, as her voice rang out through the cockpit of your X-wing.

“You seriously want to bet on this!” You grinned and made another manoeuvre to dodge a blast.

“Of course, Leia! The one of us that blows up the most fighters wins!” You briefly heard her sigh as you spotted her X-wing appear next to you.

“Same bets?” Even after all these years, the butterflies hadn’t gone away either.

“Naturally. Starting,” you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “Now!”

                                                    - - - - - - - - - 

By the time you made it back to the cruiser, Leia was already out of her jumpsuit, her buns re-twisted into their usual style. Your fly-aways and helmet hair had nothing on them, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about currently. She had been standing near Han, looking rather annoyed, but her face lit up when she saw you land. From where you stood, you yelled out across the hangar.

“PRINCESS! How many did you get?” She shook her head and yelled back, walking towards you.

“13! You?” Your stomach started turning, and heart started racing again, despite the danger having passed.

“17!” Instead of looking crest-fallen, she grinned, now only a few steps in front of you. “Looks like I win, Princess.” The hand that was still holding your helmet was shaking a fair bit, and the grins hadn’t wiped themselves off your faces.

“It appears you do,” Neither of you stepped any closer yet, there was only one step in it. You smiled expectantly.

“So, do I still get my prize?” She mockingly rolled her eyes, and it spread once more into a smile.

“Well, if you insist.” Her hands went to the sides of your face, and you barely had time to react before she kissed you. One hand tightly held onto your helmet, the other wrapped tightly around the back of her neck. This was… Well it was everything you thought it would be. The butterflies finally stopped, even just for a short time. Instead, you felt a bright presence all over you. It kept you warm and held you tight. Something in the air felt so light.

Even after she broke away, when you looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, that feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it made you feel even brighter, if that were at all possible. You furrowed your eyebrows, though the smile never faded.

“Leia, is that-”

She nodded. The force. Just as it had guided Leia her entire life, now she could guide you as well. You breathed out a laugh. The moment didn’t last however, as it was interrupted by a man approaching from across the hangar.

“Y’know, Princess, I got 14. Does that mean I win too?” Leia rolled her eyes and looked at you pointedly before gesturing to your helmet.

“May I?” You laughed and stepped back, offering the helmet to her.

“By all means,” you half-bowed and she nodded her thanks, before promptly spinning and lobbing the helmet at Han’s head. You laughed even harder when you heard the smack of it making contact with him, and felt a small prick of smugness when he groaned.

When Leia turned, she still had that look of triumph in her eyes. When she looked at you, that look softened once again and the relief you breathed out almost caught in your chest.

All the years of tiny traditions led to this, and if she kept looking at you like that, then maybe it might last for all the years that were still to come.

[incorrect-pokespe-quotes]

I read every single Emerald fic on FFN so you don’t have to

There are 66 fics with Emerald listed in the tags. 

First, I took out any fic that was either not in English or actually gameverse, leaving me with 38 fics-- though I will say, the Spanish fics look like they slap

After filtering out “everyone appears” fics (I skimmed them to make sure) I was left with 26 fics. (While I would like to include “everyone appers” fics, I do not have the time nor motivation to read 30,000 words of derring-do and melodramatic heroics seventeen times in a row for Emerald to show up, deliver 2 lines, shoot something, and leave)

From there, I sorted them into various categories based on whether Emerald was a BG character or not, whether the fic had romance, whether Emerald was actually PART of that romance, etc. Then, finally, I was ready. 

Below the cut are the reviews of all twenty six fanfictions!

Category 1: BG Emerald      Every fic needs side characters, whether to provide extra voices or comedic relief or just a foil for the MCs. These fics don’t feature Emerald in a huge capacity, but he’s there and that’s what matters to me. I came into this site expecting anything: third wheel Rald, wingman Rald, Im-only-here-to-complain-about-your-flirting-Rald... I found everything but! It seems the most cliche writers among us don’t like using the Emerald tag, bc the few Frantic-with-BG-Emerald fics with I did find turned out to be spectacular! I’m pleasantly surprised and impressed. 

1. That Special Someone - Team Cap      Cap is on this list like 30 times so get used to it. This fic is mostly about Ruby refusing to shut up about Sapphire and how much he loves her (and how Emerald finds it infuriating). The details of this fic are super cute and the way Ruby and Emerald interact added 3 years to my lifespan, so I highly recommend this one if you want a nice, relaxing read involving the Hoenn boys (dare I say best boys?). In short, read this fic and all of Cap’s other fics while you’re at it.

2. A Picnic - Team Cap      Oh look. It’s Cap again. This fic, surprise surprise, is also good, and while it’s a little more basic than the others (Emerald runs into Ruby/Sapphire at a park and they mess around), it’s still cute and I still love it! Not really much else to say here... but the fic is good and I recommend if you’re in for some light domestic reads. 

3. High Hopes and Checkered Skies - aromatisse      I’ll be honest: my general opinion of frantic fics with BG Emerald is... low. A lot of them shoehorn my poor boy into whatever the plot requires at the cost of his characterization but this fic really surprised me in the best way! This one features Sapphire bringing Ruby to a “special place” the two of them arguing, and Emerald having to patch things up (mature Emerald? I don’t believe it!!). I found this fic while making this list and immediately bookmarked it bc THIS SHIT GOOD FAM. Please read this. 

4. Alpha and Omega- Ruby and Sapphire's Thoughts - Shadoweevee70     Not much to say about this to be honest. It’s exactly what it says on the tin. No plot, no development, not even 500 words. Emerald has a line. I think two. 

5. Boundaries - Team Cap     This fic hurt my heart. Though it focuses on Wally’s one-sided crush on Sapphire, there’s a touch of Emerald in there acting as Wally’s emotional support buddy, which tells me that either Emerald has matured or Hoenn is just devoid of emotionally stable individuals. Regardless, this fic is heartbreaking and beautiful but contains very little Emerald, so therefore I have very little to review. In short... not a lot of Rald, but you should read it anyway. 

6. Summer Days - eonentity      Crystal and Silver go on a “date” and Gold + Emerald try and stop them. It’s cute, it’s honestly kind of creepy if you think about it, and it involves Emerald. While the premise is kind of sketch, the banter between Gold and Emerald is incredible and I really like the general progression of the plot (especially the ending!) This is a very cute fic if you’re looking for something simple to read. Highly recommend, utilizes Emerald as a character really well!

Category 3: MC Emerald (gen)       This... this is my bread and butter baby. These fics run the gamut from friendship to domestic to drabbles to angst and everything in between, but the gist of it is that it includes Emerald as a focus without pairing him off. Not to say this is my favorite category... but it is. I’m biased, sue me. 

1. Family Inclusion - Team Cap      They say to leave the best for last, but I disagree. You’ll realize pretty quickly that Cap is one of my favorite authors to appear in this tag, and this fic is one of her best! I’m focusing on Chapter 3 (that’s the part with Emerald) where he has to entertain a shiny baby Ralts while Ruby and Sapphire are away (everybody say awwww). The fic is stupid cute, and while it doesn’t really offer much in terms of character development or stakes, it’s the type of domestic fluff you can read over and over and still find just precious each and every time. Also... Emerald takes care of a baby pokemon how can you NOT love that. Seriously. Look at this. 

2. At the Amusement Park - Team Cap       Oh wow, another Cap fic I really like. What a surprise. I’m astounded /s. This fic focuses on Emerald’s dilemma of being short at a place where height restrictions mercilessly mock the vertically challenged and how he deals with it with the “help” of Ruby and Sapphire. Though there is background Frantic (which shouldn’t really come as a surprise), this fic mostly focuses on Emerald’s insecurities and his relationship with the trio. It’s introspective, it’s wholesome, I’ve read it six or seven times (I lost count). Regardless, it’s good, and like every other Cap fic on this list, I demand you read it. That is a threat. 

3. Frantic Fight - Puph17      Any fic that drops a line like “margarine is in vogue” within the first three lines is immediately propelled to my top ten fics of all time list and this is clearly no exception. Despite the name, this isn’t franticshipping, just Ruby and Sapphire bickering and Emerald / Wally being annoyed about it. This fic, hands down, is one of the funniest pieces of fanfiction I’ve ever read on this godforsaken site. I am begging you to read this fic, if not for Emerald with a megaphone for the sheet amount of laughter it will cause. This fic may not be deep but it sure as hell is hysterical. ... Well, what are you waiting for? Why are you still here? Go read the fic, we’re wasting daylight. 

4. Weird War - storm-aurora      This is another fic I think I’ve probably read a dozen times and refuse to get tired of. Emerald and Sapphire are having a paintball fight in Slateport market, and I literally could not ask for a better friendship fic. The writing is high quality, the characters are very accurate (altho bc this is fanfic it doesn’t matter all that much), the friendships feel real, they’re having a paintball war.... everything about this is ideal. This is the quality content I live for. Please PLEASE read this fic, you’ll be happy you did. Close this tab and go read it immediately for your sake and mine. 

5. Skydrop - ayasato      Not a lot of people write about Emerald. The ones that do, for whatever reason, seem to do it very, VERY well. This fic, which is so long it might as well be considered an epic, is probably the piece de resistance of Emerald friendship fics. While not as snappy or funny or domestic as some of the other fics in this list, it more than makes up for it with a beautifully built slowburn friendship between Emerald and Sapphire, my favorite take on his living situation I’ve ever seen, and enough introspection to make your high school English teacher swoon. This fic is a must for any Emerald fan, even if it takes like an hour to read in full. It may be long but it’s magnificent.

6. Croissant Kings - ayasato      The fact that this fic is discontinued is irrefutable proof that this is the timeline god abandoned. Emerald and Pearl running a croissant stand is quite possibly the single most absurd fic concept I’ve ever heard but... it works. Somehow? It works. This fic is perhaps, hands down, one of the most ridiculously entertaining concepts and executions I have ever seen in my life. Everything about it, from the setup to the writing to just Emerald being Emerald is so raw and so ridiculous that I smile fondly when I think of it. I wish there were more than 3 chapters, however...

7. Perfect - Micah Debrink      I’m gonna be straight with y’all: I don’t like this fic. I’m not too sure what the plot is, and it was certainly an interesting read, but not my cup of tea. It’s good, don’t get me wrong; the writing is mature, very well paced, and overall well-written, but something about the characterizations is just not vibing with me. Thus, I’m not gonna pretend I thought this fic was perfect (har har) but I will say it’s something you should give a try. I’m admittedly a very biased party, so maybe you’ll enjoy this fic more than I did. For sure give it a shot, because maybe you’ll like it more than I did. This ain’t my jam, but it’s quality preserves nonetheless.

8. Roost - ayasato      This is short and sweet and may have some Sapphire/Emerald crushing if you squint, but overall a fun read. Very short, very good, give it a shot. This author is very high quality and that’s that on that. 

9. One Day - Jian-Kenkoku      This is short yet again but has a super interesting (if poorly explained) premise: Emerald gets adopted by Gold / his mom! This short oneshot details his first day, and while it is a tad rushed, it gives me the Emerald family content I have been sorely lacking. Not sure if this is one of my “reread until my eyes bleed” fics, but it’s certainly worth the trouble of reading through! It’s very cute and I recommend!

10. Emerald: Lying to Himself - reminiscent-afterthought        Very poetic and extremely well-written, but less than 200 words. This fic took me thirty seconds to read and it feels like time well spent. Please read it, even if for the sole reason that it’s super short. It’s also a super poetic way to talk about the Emerald arc. 

11. Go Away Gold! - jayfeatherelle      Ah yes, the “little brother enlists the help of a prankster to keep apart his sister and her boyfriend” trope... This may be cliche, but it sure as hell was enjoyable! Emerald enlists the help of Meddler Blue (side note: where did this trope come from bc she never does anything in canon that would be qualified as meddling other than just messing with Red at any given opportunity). Anyway, this fic is adorable, has a lesson at the end (that surprised me), had a really mature conclusion, and gave me Blue / Emerald friendship I really didn’t know I needed. In short? This is a cliche done well. It’s predictable, sure, but that’s not a bad thing! If anything, it’s a great nostalgic read. 

12. What if: Emerald never met Crystal - LetEveryoneOveraRip        This fic stole the last little bit of hope I didn’t even know I still had. You thought it couldn’t get more violent or sad? You were wrong. Everyone dies. This fic made me sad for like 45 minutes and I feel emotionally manipulated. I guess I should have seen this coming. Not much else to say except that this fic made me really sad, which, of course it did, but I still feel cheated out of a happy ending regardless. 

13. Emerald Owner’s Guidance and Maintenance Manual - Pokerescue18    Nothing happens in this fic. It’s literally an instruction manual and it’s well written and all but also has no plot. It is quite literally what it says in the title, so perhaps this should have been obvious but even still, I was left confused after reading this. I think I need a nap. 

14. Through My Eyes - Kaith1    Relationship angst that hurt my heart. This is less than 400 words so again, took me only around a minute to leave but the emotional impact scarred me for life. Very well done! This fic details Emerald’s inner turmoil as Gold and Crystal get together and Emerald worries he’ll be abandoned again. While I do feel like Emerald hating the two of them for getting together is a little ehhh, this fic does a great job of showing why Emerald would be so upset about it and his inner motivations for being so hurt by it. While I don’t agree, the author made me “get it” a little more, and for that I say bravo! 

15. At the Fair - IanDonyer      This one is short and focuses on Emerald meeting a security guard at a Halloween fair kinda deal. It’s also one of the first Emerald fics on FFN, released far before the remakes even came out! While obviously it doesn’t contain much in terms of character development, it also was written with only the Emerald arc to go off of-- so I can easily overlook any character inconsistencies. That being said, this fic is really cute and uses the OC pov really well! If you’re looking for a blast from the past, check this fic out! 

Category 4: Emerald shipping fics      On the rare occasion where the blue moon hangs melancholy in the sky, the planets align, and starlight rains down from the heavens... someone ships Emerald with another character. Romantically. Not sure where the aversion to shipping him came from, but for whatever reason everyone prefers him single. These authors, these brave knights, they’re changing that. Hell yeah for romance. 

1. Left Out - RedCharmeleon       Not to be like “this fic is painfully straight...” but yknow. Emerald is upset at Gold/Crystal’s wedding because he’s the only single one and needs a girlfriend. There’s also a “what are you, gay?” joke in here, which soured my mood for the rest of the fic. I’ll be honest, I never really liked the “all male protag / female protag ships and then taking Silver, Pearl, and Emerald and pairing them off with OCs” deal, so I’m heavily biased against this fic, but the writing is decent and the plot is fine. If you enjoy this style of plot (everyone needs to be paired up, blushing galore, love at first sight, everyone acts like they stumbled out of a hallmark movie script) then this is the fic for you!

2. Glances - Diemerald      A collection of drabbles about Emerald and Wally becoming friends and falling in love. I’ve read it seven times now. While the plot is a tad disjointed because of the format, this author really NAILS Emerald’s character. Emerald (and Wally) show a lot of growth between the snippets and god it’s so beautiful I need more of it. Please read this fic. Tell your neighbors about this fic. This fic is fantastic. 

2. Revolvershipping Cuddles - Charmerruby     You’re never gonna guess what this one is about. It’s very cute but it’s literally just fluff. Very cute, like marshmallows. This is kinda short so there isn’t really much to say, but I will am starving for Emeruby content, so though this be but little, it be fierce. And fluffy. Did I mention cute? This fic is so filled with love my heart grew three sizes after reading it. I could keep calling it adorable, but I don’t think that’s productive. Spend the time reading this fic instead. 

3. Misunderstandings - Pokeluv101      Reading this was very weird because I know the person who made the OC the story is centered around. Reading even the names thrust me so violently back into my middle school days I can almost taste the edge. It’s very good, and I suggest giving it a read even if you’re not a huge dexholder/OC fan. Also tsun Emerald is good Emerald. 

4. Unexpected - Diemerald     A fic about Emerald and Yellow falling in love. Not exactly my cup of tea so I skimmed it but this author is really good so it’s a great fic, even if it’s not to my tastes. I suggest giving it at least a once over because this author worked hard and I respect them, even if this isn’t really... my thing. Check it out!

5. Big Changes - Aquatales     You know how I said I would read every Emerald fic? I lied. This one is about Emerald getting genderbent and immediately shipped with Wally against his will by his friends. Reading the summary gave me hives and I could not bring myself to read it in full.

Final Thoughts      While I’ll be honest and say that I did find some of the the cliche fics I was expecting, I was incredibly and happily surprised to discover that more often than not, the people who bother to publish Emerald fics really care about his character and publish some pretty high quality stuff, and that’s pretty damn cool. There are shipping fics, BG Emerald fics, MC Emerald fics, and most of them are pretty fantastic! Way to go spe fandom writers, you did my boy justice, all..... 10 of you.