#please excuse the terrible title lol

[golden-moony]

king of my heart | pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername life lately 💌

user1 swiftie, romcom lover and f1 fan... she's really one of us🩷

user2 and that's why she's the girlies' bestie

user3 QUEEN WE MISSED U SO MUCH

user4 as pretty as always 😍

user5 i'm probably reaching here but posting THAT movie feels like a statement's being made 👀

user6 right?? after all the drama she goes and posts that movie title and i just don't know how to feel user7 user6 thank god she just posted the title cause if she'd posted the "you can't lose something you never had" line, i would've lost my mind 😥 user8 or maybe yn just likes the movie??? user9 user8 THIS!! people act like there's a secret meaning to everything and i'm tired of that crap

user10 i'm a simple girl: i see yn and taylor swift in the same post, i like

user11 so what happened? were you starting to lose relevance and decided to come back?😂😂

user12 she needs to pay the bills somehow 😂 user13 girlie came back to keep playing the victim lol user14 y'all need to get a life asap.

user15 YOU DROP THIS QUEEN 👑

carmenmmundt gorgeous woman 😍

yourusername you are💗 user16 OMG MY FAV GIRLS INTERACTING user17 carmen please please please stay away from this problematic woman😕

user18 soooo are we gonna talk about lando liking the post or what

user19 girl i can't do this again user20 can't believe lando is back again with this bitch😒 user21 user20 wtf??? it's just a like omfg chill.

user22 yn please don't leave us again 🥺

📞 calling Pato

[yn; normal] [pato; cursive]

"Hi-"

"I'm not gonna lie, you are either very brave or very stupid for calling me right after the videos of your little date with Lando are going viral. Did you get tired of hiding your relationship?"

"...Guess I deserve that."

"[sights] What do you want, yn?"

"I swear I won't take up much of your time. I just want to talk... well, apologize, actually. I'd prefer to do it face to face rather than over the phone but I know that right now I'm probably the last person you wanna see. At least this way, if you don't wanna keep listening to me, you can just end the call."

"Well, I'm very tempted to end the call right now."

"Pato, I-"

"However, I'm also very curious about what you have to say."

"So...?"

"So I'll give you a chance to talk. But I promise you yn, if I hear any lame excuses, I will hang up and block you. Are we clear?"

"Hundred percent clear."

"Then talk."

"Well... first of all, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I promise it was never my intention to hurt you, even if I ended up doing it anyway. I should've told you from the beginning the kind of relationship I had with Lando and I should've been honest with you, especially when my feelings towards you changed to something deeper. I kno-"

"Hold on. What?"

"What do you mean what?"

"What did you just say?"

"That I'm sorry I lied to yo-"

"No, no. The part about your feelings."

"Oh. Well... you heard me. And I don't know why you sound so surprised. I mean, what happened between me and Lando in Spain was a stupid and terrible decision I made, and I should've known better cause my feelings for you were getting stronger."

"Then why did you sleep with him?"

"I... [sights]. I've thought about it a lot in the last few weeks, you know? I was trying to put all the blame on Lando when in the end I was the one who took the initiative. We were just going to talk to end that situationship once and for all, and then I kissed him. And instead of stopping him when he was going for more, I just let it happen cause in my head it was a form of goodbye. Clearly I ended up feeling guilty but the damage was done. And when I could've made things right by telling you the truth about what happened, I didn't. I was embarrassed, but mostly scared of losing the best man I've ever known... but that ended up happening anyway, and I'm to blame for that."

"..."

"Pato?"

"Did you love him?"

"No. We started out as friends and one day I realized I was attracted to him, one night one thing led to another and we became friends with benefits ever since. He didn't want a relationship at that time and neither did I. But in the last few months that changed for me. I wanted a partner, a committed relationship. Lando wasn't that and I was tired of being just a "casual thing". So no. I liked him, but I never loved him."

"So what was that date night about?"

"Just us being adults and having a real and necessary conversation. I had things to apologize for and so did he. I think Lando and I finally found common ground and are ready to move forward... not with each other, just to be clear. Just friends and nothing else."

"For real this time?"

"For real this time. My priorities and my heart are elsewhere."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"I could tell you or I could show you. To be honest, and if you let me, I'd rather show you. You know, actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah, I've heard that. You have any idea?"

"It depends. What are you doing on Friday?"

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pacers We had some motorsport representation in the house tonight!

user1 ynpato being hard launched (again?) by the pacers was not on my bingo card but i appreciate it🫶

user2 this is so random and i love it!! user3 the pacers earned my respect after this 🫡 user4 pacers stonks after this hard launch📈📈📈

user5 YNPATO BASKETBALL DATE? WE WON FR

user6 this is like straight out of a movie 😻 user7 THEY'RE SO ROMCOM CODED

user8 NOOO PATO NOT HER AGAIN 😫😫

user9 right? my week has been ruined. user10 keep cryin' haters 😘

indycar Hi yn and pato!! 👋

user11 basket date a few days after her post? she's an icon AND the mastermind fr 💅

user12 context?? user13 user12 her last ig post included a pic of "how to lose a guy in 10 days" and some people were speculating it could mean something, now yn goes with pato to a basketball game just like in the movie 😂 user14 SHE MANIFESTED IT AS THE QUEEN SHE IS🙌

user15 real question is: yourusername did Pato get you a soda?

patriciooward of course i did! 🙄 yourusername not only that but he also got his head in the game😏🏀 user16 I'M LIVING FOR THIS REFERENCES

user17 they make such a beautiful couple omg🥹

user18 are y'all forgetting she was in a date with lando just a few days ago????

user19 she belongs to the streets fr user20 the day y'all understand yn can be friends with lando or anyone is when you'll finally grow up.

user21 not related but she always slays with her outfits🔥

user22 fashion icon for real 🤩 user23 i want her wardrobe so bad😩

user24 YNPATO CONFIRMED 🚀🚀🚀

user25 i just wanna know if pato can fight 🤺

user26 i wanna be her so badly 😩

user27 same girl, same

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yourusername And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for. King of my heart, body and soul 🧡

user1 MOM AND DAD ARE THRIVING 😍

user2 and we love to see it! user3 this is their world and we're just living in it

user4 yn is stronger than me cause if Pato looked at me like in the second pic... 😳😳

user5 IKR??? I'M DEAD user6 i was not ready for that, i'm currently on the floor user7 i meaaaan she's dating him, she already won in life

user8 THE CAPTION???? omg they're so cute🥹

user9 YNPATO AND TAYLOR GANG WE WON

user10 relationship goals for real ❤️‍🔥

user11 tired of being a spectator, I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE😭

landonorris if you three weren't that cute i'd try to steal Norbi from you

patriciooward back off, Norris 🤺 landonorris watch out, O'Ward 🤺 yourusername oh hell no mclaren arrowmclaren may i have permission to ground these kids? mclaren you may proceed 😉 patriciooward WHAT landonorris THE BETRAYAL user12 i used to pray for interactions like these 😭😭 user13 user12 we've come so far 😭 user14 WAAAAR IS OOOOVER

user15 yn's living her best life and i'm so happy for her 🤧

elbaoward I don't appreciate being left out of the photo, but I love you lovebirds anyway 💘

yourusername imma post a dump of just beautiful pics of you😘 love u elbaoward i'll be waiting then ☺️ patriciooward i also want a photo dump🥺 yourusername no 😚 user16 i want to belong to this family so bad, do you need a nanny for Norbi or anything?

user17 atp I'm just waiting for the engagement announcement

user18 same but i don't think i'll survive it user19 CAN U IMAGINE? OMG

user20 tag yourself i'm Norbi in the last pic

patriciooward te amo, preciosa ❤️

yourusername love u more, handsome 🥰 user21 AND I LOVE YOU BOTH

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author's note: AND THAT'S A WRAP! Thank you so much for giving this story a chance💖 To my Lando girlies, don't be mad! He was a jerk in this story but I'll post another one where he gets the love he actually deserves. And to my Pato girlies, stay tuned! I plan to post more stories with him cause it's what our lovely man deserves. And if you want me to write about some other driver, feel free to send me a request! I'll see what I can do🧡 See y'all soon!

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

You look like a fun place to sit.

Gif credits

Pairing: Neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader

Words count: 2667

Rating: + 18, MDNI

Summary: You decide to enjoy a night at the movies, your neighbor Frankie ruins it all. Or maybe not?

Tags: pov second person, no use of y/n, fluff, sort of romcom vibes (?), smut, enemies to lovers, age unspecified but they are both full grown adults, Frankie is annoying but also cute and lovely and fucking gorgeous, reader has hair, breasts and vagina, other than that no other description of her is given, fingering (f receiving), sexual acts in public places (again? Again. I'm not even particularly interested in doing that irl I don't know what to say to you, please forgive me), pet names (honey, baby, princess), arguing, kissing, no use of Spanish because I terribly suck at it and I don't want to butcher another language LOL. If by chance I realize I forgot something I'll add it right away.

It’s my first Frankie ff and I’m so incredibly nervous to post it you all! I really hope it doesn’t sucks because I had so much fun writing it today in one sitting ‘cause I’m just an impulsive impatient mess. (Leo sun and Aries moon, what do you expect from me if not chaos? I had nothing a few hours ago, I even skipped WIP Wednesday and btw thanks for the tag @almostempty 🩷)

Title comes from a gif of Karen Walker from Will and Grace that I saw last night, it made me laugh a lot and this thing was born LOL

As usual, English is not my first language so please be gentle, no beta and no proofreading, it’s tiny and it’s all my fault, I’m sorry 💀 Thanks to anyone who will read this!

“Excuse me, you should stand up, that’s my seat” 

Frankie turns, looking at you with a surprised expression “I don’t think so, you’re wrong” he replies. 

Ugh, your neighbor.

Frankie lives two houses away from you. Last winter you had a fight at a neighborhood meeting because you pointed out that he keeps forgetting to put the recycling bins back in, and he told you to mind your own business and called you an hysterical witch.

A stupid fight that ended up with you not saying hello to each other and various other arguments about your flashy Christmas lights or his overgrown yard. You and Frankie fight constantly, about everything. And now he's here.

You glare at him “I’m not wrong at all, look” and you wave your ticket under his nose “P10, see? It’s my seat and you’re rude”. 

A grin spreads across his face “listen, honey, I don’t know where you got this ticket, you probably made it yourself, I bought it a moment ago and it’s the same seat” 

He takes a card out of his pocket and hands it to you, remaining comfortably seated with a large popcorn box. 

You look at the ticket, him again, the ticket again “how the hell is that possible?! I booked it on their website a week ago” 

He sneers “I told you! It must be a system error, I don’t know, I’m not getting up from here”

You are furious. The theater is filling up and you absolutely don’t want to leave, you have been waiting for this movie for months and you have inspected the theater map choosing a seat that would guarantee you the very best view.

“I bought it first, so I have more right to be here than you do,” you say firmly and Frankie laughs. 

“Where are we, elementary school? Listen, honey, go buy yourself another ticket and leave me alone.” He replies crunching on popcorn.

The way he calls you “honey” irritates you deeply, it sounds like an insult.

“I’m not going anywhere, YOU get the fuck out of here” you hiss. 

“No” he simply replies and then he turns back at the screen pretending you’re not there. 

“Truly a gentleman, as usual. I have no words.” you roll your eyes and search for an usher to ask for help. No one is there. 

The movie starts in 5 minutes and you don’t want to miss anything you paid for. If you went to the box office right now to complain it would take forever to get back in. 

“Fuck” you exclaim and sit down next to him huffing. You are sure that someone will make you get up very early and it pisses you off.

Frankie continues to nibble on his popcorn and looks at you with an extremely amused expression, it seems like the show has become you.

“Why do you care so much about this movie anyway?” he asks you. “Does any of your relatives happen to be in it?“ 

You’re fuming. 

His teasing tone, his vaguely Spanish accent, his smirk, the sound of him chewing, everything bothers you.

“No. Shut the fuck up” you tell him with a death stare. 

You won’t tell him that your favorite actor stars in it, that you have every photo from the set of this movie saved on your phone, that you’ve read every article about it, and that you couldn’t wait to enjoy it on the first day of screening.

You can already hear his raucous laughter. No, you would never tell Frankie anything like that.

“You're not one of that guy's crazy fans, are you?” 

“What guy?” you ask him, pretending not to know what he's talking about. “Gladiator is one of my favorite movies, that's all. I just wanted to watch the sequel in peace. Someone is stopping me, though” 

“That guy, I bet you like him, what’s his name? Paul Pascal?” he stares at you searching for every little involuntary movement on your face that might give you away. 

“Oh for God’s sake, what are you doing here anyway? Do you even know what you're about to see? They are Paul Mescal and Pedro Pascal, two different people, you uncultered swine.” You yell. This guy is impossible.

“Yeah, whatever, so which one do you fancy?”

“Fucking nobody” you lie “I just want to watch a movie after a horrible week at work, okay?” You try to play on his guilt. If he has one, you think.

“Well, I've had a rough week too, okay?” he shrugs without stopping to give you that annoying little smile. “And it's not my fault that this theater is having problems with its computer system.”

You glance at him, wondering if he's telling the truth, it's impossible to guess from his face.

People keep sitting in the front rows and you start hoping that luck will be on your side and that no one will make you get up.

“Okay, look, now we're going to watch this movie and then we'll go our separate ways, please don't bother me anymore"

“As you wish, princess” he replies ironically.

You don't even answer him, you're too busy checking that no other people come in.

Finally the opening credits start to roll and the doors close with a dull thud.

You made it, despite this unbearable guy, you feel victorious.

You begin to relax in your chair and you don't know why you turn to look at him, lingering on his face for the first time in months.

His eyes are fixed on the screen. In the dim light you observe his raven curly hair tucked under his baseball cap, his dark eyes, the line of his prominent nose, his scruffy beard, his mustache, just above a pair of lips that seem made for kissing.

Really, truly, gorgeous.

You're so busy arguing with him all the time that you never realized how handsome he is.

He's wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you can’t help but admire the way the fabrics hug his body so deliciously. 

He’s just your type, built up in all the right ways, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off him until the last second. Then the movie starts and you look away.

He’s still your number one enemy, what the hell were you thinking?

When Pedro first appears, you shift in your seat, crossing your legs.

“FUCK” you scream internally “here we go”

Unbelievably stunning in his armor, you’re basically drooling. 

You try to stay as composed as possible but Frankie is next to you and notices.

He comes closer to you and whispers in your ear “So it was all about this guy… the fuss before” You feel one of his large hand brushing your arm that is resting on the armchair and you try with all your strength to remain still even if he causes a storm inside you and especially in your panties. 

“Shut. Up.” You hiss, without moving your gaze. You feel his breath on your skin and it’s intoxicating. 

He chuckles “Yeah, that was I was thinking” and throws another popcorn into his mouth.

Your cheeks burn and you're thankful you're in the cinema, in the dark.

“What’s so special about this guy?” Frankie approaches again “is his penis platinum by any chance? All my female colleagues at work are crazy about him”

You turn to look at him with the desire to slap him “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” 

“Okay, okay, I was just asking”

You hate people talking at the movies. You wonder if you could have a more annoying guy than Frankie next to you. Probably. 

Hotter? Probably not.

This dude hits on your last nerve but he makes you horny at the same time. 

Terrible combination. 

Frankie settles back into his seat and resumes watching the film.

You can't help but look at him from time to time and your desire grows. even if you're offended that he didn't even offer you his popcorn. Rude. 

His mouth pouted and his eyebrows furrowed as he seems all focused on the movie makes you want to cup his face and kiss him.

You can still feel the warmth of his hand on your arm and his breath on your neck.

Concentrate, you tell yourself, it's the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate, the neighbor you hate. Fuck. You want him so bad. This revelation drives you crazier than Pedro half naked on screen.

At a particularly bloody scene you involuntarily turn around and hide your face on his shoulder.

You feel his arm around you “hey, it’s okay. I’ll tell you when it’s over” and he holds you tight the whole time.

He smells clean and fresh, like citrus and sage with a light hint of cigarette that you assume he smoked right before entering. 

Your mind goes fuzzy and your pulse races at an impossibly high rate. 

“You can look now” and it takes you a few seconds too long to register his words. 

“Th-Thanks” you mutter, shifting back to your place. 

Halfway through the movie the lights come back on and Frankie bursts out laughing looking at you. “What?” you ask him with wide eyes “what is it that makes you laugh so much?”

“Your face” he grins “it's clearly painted on it how much you want that guy. He turns you on, huh?”

You roll your eyes “Oh my God! Can't you go sit somewhere else? Two rows down, look how many free seats there are”

“I like it better here” 

You cuss, there’s no way to get rid of him.

He has something magnetic that destabilizes you, your eyes fall involuntarily on his neck, slide along his broad chest and stop at the crotch of his pants. From the way he sits you can clearly see that he is quite big.

“What are you looking at?” he asks you amusedly. 

You immediately look up. “Nothing” 

“Nothing my ass. Did you like what you saw?” 

Fuck. He noticed. You're done for. You hate to make him understand that after all, yes, you like what you saw. He seems pleased, proud, you would so much like to wipe that little smile off his face. As much as you struggle to admit it to yourself, you like him.

“Well, maybe…after all, you look like a fun place to sit” 

You can't believe you actually said that.

Frankie's response is not long in coming, his eyes immediately darken and his smile twists in a mischievous way.

The lights go out again and you feel him tug gently on your arm “come here, pretty”

He sits you down on his lap and as the movie starts again he whispers “was that what you wanted the whole time? Were you offended that I didn’t invite you?” you can clearly feel his smile spread across your skin just before he places his lips on your neck.

You would like to say something back but his closeness makes you confused and excited.

He sucks your skin like he's hungry and you moan in the dark "shh baby you gotta stay quiet while I give you what you want”

You don't know how but you find the strength to reply, "God, you're so arrogant.”

He tightens his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him, now you are practically sitting on his cock. You feel it pressing against your ass, trapped in his pants.

A rush of pleasure wets your pussy and you bite your lips to hold back another moan, you hear his hoarse voice in your ear “Maybe. You like it though” You hate to admit that he is right. 

The heat of his body envelops you pleasantly, he raises a hand to one of your breasts and squeezes it over your shirt. You like his hands. They are big, expert and eager to touch you, they make your head spin. 

You completely forgot about the movie, which seemed impossible to you, if they had told you you would have laughed in their face. In no universe would you have expected this.

“God” you whine “oh my God” His hand slides under your shirt and reveals your breast pulling down your bra, it is still covered but now you can feel his skin against yours. His fingers gently grasp one of your nipples, pulling and twisting it.

“Open your eyes, baby. Watch the movie like a good girl” his voice sounds authoritative, it irritates you and another rush of pleasure floods you at the same time.

“It’s not that easy” you mutter between your teeth as you feel his other hand dangerously approaching the hem of your skirt. He slowly goes up, as you try to hold back and make sure no one notices what he’s doing to you. Luckily, everyone seems enthralled by the film.

At this moment you don't even know why you started arguing so fiercely, if you had known before you would have tried to smooth things over a long time ago.

His fingers reach your panties, you feel them barely touching you and you already feel yourself burning with anticipation.

They move under your skirt, pushing your panties aside, grazing at your outer lips and then dipping inside you “Fuck, you’re soaking” 

He moves them up and down between your folds, gathering your wetness towards your clit.

You feel his heavy breathing on your neck, his tongue running over your skin and his teeth nibbling on you.

“Fuck, Frankie” you cry 

“Eyes to the movie”

You want to turn around and straddle him but there isn't enough room and Frankie holds you firmly anyway.

He applies pressure on your clit just right, starting to move two of his thick fingers in circle over it, the motion of his hand is partially hidden by the fabric of your skirt and your moans die in your throat one after the other. Frankie is rubbing away your sanity, you feel possessed and delirious under his touch.

Your last shred of control is torn by his fingers entering inside you, claiming your cunt as his, curling and scratching at your spongy spot.

Your eyes are still fixed on the screen but your vision is totally blurred, you see nothing, you understand nothing, you only feel Frankie pumping incessantly inside you while continuing to rub your clit with his thumb.

You feel the soft reverberation of his voice behind you, close to your ear “good girl, you're taking me so well”

The subtle Spanish accent in his voice now seems to you the most erotic sound in the world, sweet, melodious, addictive.

He takes you to the edge, you throw your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes so everything goes black and you only feel him, until even biting your lips doesn't help anymore. He covers your mouth with his hand as you explode in a devastating orgasm, you moan against his skin, between his thick fingers that have just left your breast and you already miss them, feeling full and satiated by him.

He uncovers your mouth and kisses your neck, pressing his hand to your hip to keep you from slipping off his lap as your body trembles against his.

“Shit” you mutter “Frankie…oh my god”

“Do you think we can stop arguing all the time now?” He playfully says as he nuzzles at your hair.

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked, you know, I’m just like that” you reply, grinning and turning around to finally fix your eyes on his. 

“I noticed it”

You take off his cap laughing and put it on backwards and before he starts to protest you kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth, tasting butter and salt on his tongue.

“Take me home”

“The movie isn't over yet,” Frankie observes, and you reply, “that means you'll have to take me to see it again and you’ll pay”

“Fine to me, princess” 

[littleskeletonprincessss]

Anniversary

Congratulations you all get a lil schlatt smut that my brain won't let go so i'm writing it so I can get enough sleep to go to church tomorrow. MDNI below the break!

Lol I thought about titling this 'blurb' but uh nvm i guess.

"Shut the fuck up, broad."

"Oh real original, Schlatt. That's all you can come up with? Dumbass. I know it's so terrible that I wanted you home at a decent hour on our goddamn anniversary!"

"You know what, you're on your own tonight. I'm going out where I won't be annoyed to shit."

Schlatt had slammed the door shut after grabbing his keys and jacket.

Schlatt had had a slight temper as long as you'd known him, and you were usually able to put up with it. You were usually the one to talk him down from his tantrums.

But tonight you were in a bad mood when he finally opened the front door after being at work all day. It was your anniversary, and not only had he done nothing to acknowledge it all day, not even a quick text, he was late for the dinner you'd spent all week learning and all afternoon cooking. You'd even told him that morning that you were making something special for dinner and to please not be late.

You knew how hard he worked to provide for your little family, and it's not that you weren't grateful, it was just less of a family without him and instead a pathetic lonely woman with her cats.

When he'd finally opened the front door, he'd walked in, stumbling over one of Jambo's toys that the tabby had dragged around all day wanting to play with you.

"Y/N what the fuck is this? I spend all day at work and you can't even bother to clean up?"

That's what had started the back and forth yelling match bringing you to your current place, sitting at the kitchen counter, picking at the meal you'd prepared, the spat chasing your appetite away, but not your thirst, which was evident by the emptying bottle of wine you'd opened.

You missed the Schlatt you dated before Youtube, Twitch, Chuckle Sandwich, Sleep Deprived, and the growing list of his companies. Before he was always so high strung and stretched this way and that. He'd come home, excited to sit down for dinner to tell you about his day. You two would move to the couch for a movie before eventually making your way to bed. You missed the simple, happy moments when you'd adopted Jambo, and then later when you'd adopted his brother.

You loved Schlatt, you really did. But did you deserve the attitude that he always seemed to have?

Deciding you'd had enough, you pushed your plate away and climbed the stairs to your bedroom. Opening the closet you reaching to the top shelf to pull down your suitcase, laying it on the bed and unzipping it to start filling it with anything you'd need for a temporary hotel stay.

While putting the last few items in, you heard the front door for the 3rd time that night. Schlatt didn't say anything, but you heard him hanging his jacket and walking to the kitchen before starting towards the stairs.

"Honey?"

You stayed silent, as you heard him move his way down the hall, his heavy footfalls signaling his every move.

Zipping your suitcase you lifted it off the bed and onto the floor as Schlatt stepped into the doorway.

"Baby, what are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the suitcase in your hand.

"I think we need some space, Schlatt. Obviously we're having some issues and I think it's best we spend some time away from each other."

"What? No. Sweetheart, please." Schlatt grabbed your wrist trying to pull you to him.

"Let me go, Schlatt."

"No, y/n. Please lets talk about this." Being as strong as he was, despite your resistance Schlatt was able to sit on the bed, pulling you into his lap.

Pushing off his lap, you opted for sitting next to him, crossing your arms and bringing your knees up.

"Baby i'm so sorry for earlier...It'd been a long day, and I know that's no excuse for yelling but I--"

Sighing, you uncrossed your arms slightly, leaning your head back against the headboard.

"It wasn't just that, Schlatt." you said, cutting him off. "I'm used to being your punching bag after work. Someone to vent you frustrations to. But what made it worse tonight was that tonight, of all nights, I asked you to be home on time for dinner. I thought I'd do something nice for our anniversary." You whispered sadly, your head falling to look at your lap.

"Shit, I forgot. Baby, I'm so so sorry." Schlatt brought an arm around your shoulders, leaning and pulling you to rest on him. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Let me make it up to you? We can go downstairs, heat up dinner, pretend earlier never even happened. We can even watch one of those cheesy movies you like. Cuddle on the couch, just you, me and the boys. Huh? How's that sound?" You could hear the hope in his voice.

"Schlatt, I'm sorry. But I don't think i'm in the mood for any of that anymore."

Schlatt let out a defeated sigh. "Okay, baby. How about a bath? I'll make you up a nice one with candles, a bath bomb, nice warm water, a nice relaxing bath."

"I don't know, Schlatt-"

"Sugar, please. Let me try and fix this." Schlatt looked at you with the desperate puppy dog eyes, big and brown, he'd learned you couldn't resist over the course of your relationship.

Seeing those eyes made you almost forget why you were upset with him. Hearing his desperate pleas, and how much he wanted to set things right, this was the Schlatt you'd fallen in love with.

Giving in, you pull him into a kiss. Feeling his shoulders relax some, knowing he'd broken through the icy exterior you were giving him, he whimpered into your kiss, he wrapped one arm around your back, holding you close as he leaned more into the kiss, moving to lying you down, hovering over you.

As the wine you'd had earlier started to kick in, the kisses got less gentle, and the touches got a little less innocent, while the feelings of love, passion, sorrow, forgiveness, were all heightened. This was nowhere near your first time having sex with Schlatt, but few times before had it felt this way.

As you drew closer to your climax, you looked up at the man hovering over you, arms on either side of your head supporting the majority of his weight as the rest pressed deliciously against you, his hips snapping at a steady rhythm into you, soft grunts escaping his lips.

Threading your fingers through his dark curls, you pulled him into another kiss, one that your tried pouring your entire heart into. Every feeling, every thought you tried conveying through it. Schlatt did the same, as his thrusts sped up, pressing deeper into you, and you moaned into each others mouths as you came together.

Pressing his forehead against yours, grounding each other as you came down from your high, Schlatt pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Please don't fucking scare me like that ever again, y/n. Please don't give up on me. Don't give up on us."

"Oh baby, I won't. I promise."

"I'm serious, Princess." Schlatt stated, looking into your eyes. "My love, you are the most important thing in my life and the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, bar none. If I ever lost you-" Schlatt choked out the last sentence, as he looked away.

"Schlatt, baby are you crying?" You whispered, bringing his face back to yours. He wasn't making eye contact with you anymore, but now that he was facing you, you were able to see the tears forming in his eyes. "Oh, handsome, come here." You cooed, pulling his head down towards you. Schlatt buried his face in your neck, and you could feel the hot tears he had been trying to hide, your fingertips trailing across his bare back as you comforted him, trying to calm the deep breaths he took as he cried into your neck.

"I love you, Schlatt." You whispered in his ear, once his sobs had quieted.

"I love you, y/n. So much."

A few minutes passed as you laid in each others warmth, soaking in the raw feelings hanging in the air.

"So about that bath.." You started, smiling feeling Schlatt grin into your shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah. In a minute. I was at work all day you know and just went through some very extraneous activity."

[mellowquint]

Fanbinding Masters of Mayhem - a Ninjago and Lego Monkie kid crossover!!!

FINALLY after weeks of putting the project on the shelf i finally have the (motivation) free time to complete this amazing bookbind!!! Shoutout to my best friend who came to me and ask if i could bind it. So what better birthday gift than to bind her current favourite crossover story? At the time of this post i have not given the gift to her yet so fingers crossed that she likes this 🤞😖

Thank you FictionForLife_NZ for creating this absolute hilarious masterpiece!! I have been wanting to read an LMK crossover fic for the longest time and low and behold, the ao3 algorithm has answered my prayers lol. Me and best friend really love the character interaction that the Ninja’s have with the LMK crew 😂. Also the shipping!! Best friend absolutely LOVES dragonfruit but was sad that they didn’t have as much of a fandom dedication as opposed to spicynoodles. So imagine her suprised (and scream) that dragonfruit is the main pairing in the story and their many iconic moments together!! Also the climax truly had me at the edge of my seat!! And that ending?? Gosh couldn’t have asked it better myself Ninjago writers really should take notes ✍️!!! Anyways enough rambling here’s the fic if you would like to give a read, absolute 10/10

Flip through

Some close ups

also yes excuse me and my terrible phone and room lighting it did not do this book justice.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find any fanart that was related/tagged so there was no illustrations for the book. However thats when i had the idea of making the chapter title in the same font as the Ninjago font! To make it seem like every new chapter is an episode!

Also unfortunately couldn’t tag the author since i can’t find their tumblr. If any of you know if said author does have tumblr please let me know!

If you’re all curious on how i make this, i recommend going to the first bookbinding project that i did, its all the same process except with some new improvements that im gonna talk about under the cut

I definitely learned a lot from my mistakes from the last time that i did this, and of course gain new mistakes as well 🥲.

The edges aren’t trimmed

The cover isn’t aligned

The printing for the covers are garbage

Book would not lay flat, instead forever stuck at a weird 120 degree angle

Overall a lot of stuff

This was a given by the fact that i have no experience and was impatient. But since this is a gift for Best Friend ofc this has to actually look good, so here are the improvements that i made

Signature printing— i will admit it took some time and effort but after the old cannon printer finally died permanently jammed, managed to convince parents to buy a more advanced and better printer that can now do double sided printing!! No more wasted signatures from here on out 😮‍💨

Cover printing — not wanting a repeat of the last time that i did it i went to my local Officeworks to get it printed by them. Here i discovered the beauty that is known as ✨Poster Prints✨. Now all of my yellow lines and elements actually do show an pop against the darker background!! Unfortunately this does have a drawback because the prints are sensitive to any type of scratching. Not the scratch and all the colors come off way, more like the scratch it and lines will show up kind of way as you can really see in the front cover :') . Will work on improving this is future projects.

Trimming the edges — originally in book one i trimmed the edges using your typical box cutter and cut it myself. Bad BAD idea i was doomed at that moment. So imagine my surprise the Officeworks ALSO do CUTTING service!!! My jaw dropped and i immediately went back the next day with my text block and asked them if they could trim all edges. After some inspection they put it through the guillotine and all of my edges are perfectly trimmed. Saved me all the time, money, and storage.

Laying book flat — this was definitely the biggest pet peeve that I have with my first book. The way i do it now is i now put a one cm gap between the front cover, side cover and back cover. And also using the right paper (cardstock) to connect the text block with the covers. Now the book can actually fully open!!!

Cover alignment — I printed out the front and back in regular paper and use that as a template on where i wanna fold the prints to find the cover. Worked like a charm

once again shoutout to best friend for giving me the brilliant idea when making the covers!! had it not been for her to point out about clause's book of spells i would have never made the coolest cover page that I've made in my entire binding experience!! all in all im pretty dang proud of myself for being able to improve on my bookbinding skill.

[znerac]

Come Closer

Sorry for my terrible exuses of titles LOL

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x ftm!Reader

No specific pronouns are used but if i make a part two the reader will be described as ftm

Part 2

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, No Y/N, Cheating (Readers Bf)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: after finding Kriz with another in bed, reader finds themselves in the arms of the general they've treated many times before.

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Today so far was normal, patients were slow, and once you were off-shift you headed home. Of course, your apartment on coruscant wasn't the best, but you shared it happily with your boyfriend Kriz.

You found it odd how the door was unlocked, but brushed it off. You walk in with a happy 'im home!'. You begin to set your things on the counter, when an odd noise was heard. Of course, you thought nothing of it and called your lovers name. When you got no response, you got curious.

Walking over, your brows furrowed at the continuation of the noise, making your gut twist. Opening your guy's shared bedroom door, the pit in your gut deepened and your heart practically shattered.

The two in your bed jumped and your boyfriend started speaking, but you heard none of it. Walking out and shutting the door with tears welling up in your eyes.

You stood for a second in shock.

And then the tears started streaming.

You let out a choked sob and grabbed your bag, shuffling out just as your boyfriend came out of the bedroom.

Of course, you didn't have time to think, you were overwhelmed and disgusted. Rushing out of the building with a few held in cries.

Your mind was racing, and you didn't know where else to go but work, and so you did. You caught a cab back, and when you arrived you bumped into a few clones, apologizing profusely before you went back into your office.

It was pretty much the only place you could be alone. So you sat in your chair and held yourself, your mind going over the scene over and over. It plagued your mind, and it was too overwhelming, you nearly choked on your breath.

After about ten minutes, you heard a knock on your door. And you jumped, quickly wiping away your tears with a weak 'come in'.

The door opened, and you couldn't look up, staring down and grabbing mindlessly at a few papers, "can i help you?" you ask, thumb sliding over the documents.

"You bumped into one of my recruits, said you were upset. Is something wrong?"

You knew that voice, that voice was from a certain general who had a tendency to getting hurt. You looked up, surprised.

"General Kenobi? I- i uh it's nothing im fine, really" you lie between a smile. Obi-wan frowns, coming to sit down on the seat opposite of your desk. "You know very well i can sense that something is not right. Its better to talk about your feelings, you know. Why don't you tell me whats bothering you?" he says, asking again for you to talk. Your mouth wavers, opening and closing to speak. But you break out in a few more tears.

Obi-wan's eyebrows furrow, "Maybe i can help?" he offers, but you shake your head. "You.. Can't do anything. I just.. I" you pause to breathe. "I found Kriz.. With a girl.. When i went home" you say quietly. You watch as Obi-wan thinks, and it clicks. "Oh, I'm so sorry" he says, tone soft. You sniffle, shrugging. "Its.. Its fine. I'll get over it" you mumble, and he sits up. "But it's not fine, he broke your trust. Thats not just something you can forget." he explains, "i expect you probably don't feel like going back. I could offer you a stay in my quarters?" he offers, tilting his head to the side. You give a faint smile, "i.. I can't. I don't want to be a burden"

Obi-wans face contorts, "You're no Burden, Never" he says in an almost defensive tone. "Please, it would be be my pleasure. Besides, you deserve a break. Some peace" he excuses, standing up. "Come now, I'm not letting you be alone after such an event"

You smile faintly, appreciative of his caring demeanor. You stand up, grabbing your bag and slowly following him.

Obi-wan stays fairly quiet as you two walk, it feels tense. But somehow comforting. Although you don't really know the general all that much, you appreciate how caring he seemed to be.

Once you arrived at his quarters in the Jedi Temple, you step in a little nervously. But the clean and tidy surroundings make you just a little more at ease.

"What kind of tea do you like?" he asks, walking over to the set of counters and puts a kettle on. You follow, standing beside him. "I don't usually drink tea.. Just make anything you like and I'll drink it" you say, and Obi-wan looks over, "Ah.. Well.. I'll just make you one of my regulars. Unless you'd like something else?" he cocks a brow. You shake your head, "no, no its okay, I'll drink your uh, tea" you exuse with your hands up. He smiles, "Relax my friend, Take a seat. You could put on a holo if you'd like. Make yourself at home" he says, patting your shoulder and you nod.

You make it over to the little couch by the holo, taking in a shaky breath. Everything went by so quickly, and it felt a little unreal to even be here. You jump a little when you get a commcall on your wrist, but seeing the name your face scrunches and you quickly reject it. You end up taking off your link and setting it aside.

Obi-wan came back with two mugs, handing you one. "I sure do hope its alright, i just made it how i would usually for myself. But if you don't care for it theres always other options" he says, sitting next to you. You can't help but crack a weak smile, looking down at the drink in your palms. "Thank you"

He smiles over at you, and takes a sip from his mug. "Would you like to talk at all? Or would you prefer to just take your mind off of things?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and looking at you with those beautiful blues.

You think for a moment, looking at your transmitter before back at obi-wan. "Maybe later.. We can talk.. I just, want to relax for a little" you reply, and he gives you a nod. "Fair enough. Here, put a show on." he hands you the holopad, and you grab it. Choosing a random show you liked and throwing it up on the big screen.

You both sit quietly, until you start to talk about the show. Which, felt good. Obi-wan was a great listener. He looked over when you spoke, kept his attention on you, and replied when you asked him a question. It had been awhile since anyone actually gave you their full attention, and you were sure obi-wan could sense how thankful you were.

Eventually, you continued to drink your tea, actually finishing it too. "This was good, maybe your just great at making tea. I've never actually tasted one this good" you compliment, standing up. He furrows his brows, "well thank you, but, where are you going?" he asked, uncrossing his legs and sitting up. You pause, looking down at your mug. You thought he would want you to leave after the drink. "I don't know.. I kind of assumed you'd want me to leave after" you reply, and the other chuckles. "No such thing, I'm not sending you back there unless you choose to go. Please, Stay." he smiles, standing and taking your mug. "Here, I'll take care of this. Now why don't you go have a shower and refresh yourself, i have some clothes that could fit you." he offers.

You bite at your lip before sighing, "a shower does seem nice.." you hum, giving obi-wan a faint smile. He nods you to the refresher and you thank him before going, shedding your clothes almost instantly before hopping into the shower and relaxing against the hot water. You just let yourself stand there, soaking up all the warmth.

About five minutes into it, you hear a soft knock at the door followed with a "I'm just going to place these here, a Towel and something for you to wear" you hear obi-wan say. And you smile softly, thanking him before hearing him leave. You don't know how much longer you spend in there, but it just feels so nice you can't help but soak it up until the water starts to turn cold.

At that point, you get out and wrap yourself in the towel after drying your hair. You spend some time just standing there, going over the scenes once more. And then dry yourself off.

When you picked up the shirt obi-wan left you, you smiled a little. It was definitely his, or at least fit him. It was a plain white tee, and you slipped that on along with the gray sweats he gave you. It felt a little odd to be in another guys clothes, but you decided to savor the feeling. If your boyfriend could savor another person, you could let yourself at least wear these. You walked out, feeling a bit better and definitely more refreshed.

"Enjoy your shower?" you hear obi-wan ask, as he walks over to you from the little kitchen in the quarters. He handed you a plate with a neatly made wrap. "Oh, yeah it was.. Really nice" you say, taking the plate and thanking him for it. "Thats good to hear. Now how about you eat that, and then go take a rest. I'll be here, i just have some paperwork to do" he says, pointing to the plate. You cock a brow, "Rest? Like, sleep?" you ask. He nods. "I'm not taking your bed, obi-wan. I can rest fine on the couch"

"Nonesense. You can sleep in my bed, it's more comfortable I'd say. I'll take the couch, you need a good rest and I've had plenty." he smiles. You huff, thinking for a second. "You're not sleeping on the couch, this is your home, you can rest in the same best as me, we're both adults" you counter, and he raises a brow. "You're okay with that?" he asks, and you nod reassuringly. He gives you a final nod, "well then, please do get some rest. I still have to do some work" he says, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. "And if later when i come back, and you decide you don't want me to rest with you i fully understand" he says reassuringly before wandering off to his office.

You stand there for a second before going to sit, eating slowly and going over todays events again. It made you feel worse, but you couldn't help it. But what did help, was Obi-wan offering help and comfort. Which he seemed good at, and that made you feel a little better. Although, when you looked at your empty plate a few tears shed again. You get up to place the plate in the sink, and wander to obi-wans office. Gently pushing the door open. You watch with teary eyes as he turns his head and frowns. Then he stands, and faces you with open arms.

You don't hesitate for a second to jump into his arms and hug him. Feeling his arms wrap around you carefully, caressing your back to comfort you. You sob a couple times into his robes, leaving a small wet mark where your tears fell. But he says nothing, rubbing your back and letting you release those emotions. You spend a good couple minutes in his arms before pulling away, eyes red and puffy. And he smiles down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "Let’s go lay, i can sense that you're tired" he suggests, and you nod. Turning and letting him follow you to his bed, and you glance at him before crawling in under the blankets. He waits a second, putting a finger up and going to grab a few clothes of his, and heading to the refresher. He comes back in just a simple sweatshirt and loose pajama pants, and asks you again if you're okay with him laying with you. Of course, you say yes and scoot aside so he can get in.

Once he gets comfortable, you wait for a second, biting your inner cheek. "Can we-"

He nods and opens his arms. And you shuffle into his arms, up against his chest with your head tucked into his neck. It’s comforting, and warm. And you feel yourself relax against him as he rests his arms around you.

Obi-wan moves his arm and suddenly you feel his hand in your hair. And you just melt, humming and leaning your head up into it. Of course he continues, and it just feels amazing.

It had been ages since anyone touched your hair, and it just felt special. Especially with how gentle obi-wan had been treating you. It was like he knew what you needed.

"Obi-wan?" you spoke up gently. He hummed in reply. "Thank you, for everything." you say in a somewhat weak tone, and he holds you just a little tighter. "Of course, Dear" he says softly.

You think for a little, feeling a buildup of emotions in your chest.

He kisses the top of your head, holding you closer, "It's going to be alright my dear, now just rest, okay?" he speaks softly, and you just nod.

Sleep was surprisingly easy to find that night.

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Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[eccentricallygothic]

Hey,this is 4 days too late,but OH.MY.GOD. Hi,hi,hi again! I'm the one that requested robber Bucky. Or Small World,as it's called now. Reading the story multiple times,the title really made me blushed and squealed 😣💕 And no,no,no! Please don't redo anything 🙏🏼❤ It's as perfect as perfect can be. I actually felt sorry for you that you did both bank & home robbery in the same fic cause double the work. But being the talented writer that you are,you managed to fit both of them in the same story and made it work and both of them fall perfectly into the context of the story. My brain could never lol. I would be sad if you redo it 😢 IT'S ONE OF THE MOST PERFECT THINGS I'VE EVER READ. And I'm glad to know that you wanted to do both instead of feeling pressured to do it and it would be a lot to write BUT OMG! You did it anyway! 😳 And in what,2 days? Have I told you you're talented? Probably a millionth times by now but you are so damn talented 🤯 Small World is ONE OF THE MOST PERFECT PIECE I'VE EVER READ AND YOU WROTE IT IN 2 DAYS?! Please spare the rest of us some talent,Miss 🥲🧎🏻‍♀️ I beg you 🙇🏻‍♀️ Let's be honest,my request is lame and vague lol. I don't even know what kinks to sneak in my requests since I can't picture how the story would be (because I'm terrible at writing) but you filled in the gaps perfectly with your details and breathe life into it and I went thru a whirlwind of emotions at the plot twist and as the plot progresses. You are a genius! 👍🏻

Now about the story,I'm blushing! I'm blushing hard reading it,okay? ☺😳😭 It's so hot! Small World Bucky is seriously hot 🔥 He's just the right amount of soft and mean 😣💕 I'm in love with him! ❤😭 He doesn't even feel guilty at all that he took her,didn't he? For everything he did to her. And yet,I still feel sad when he got caught & taken away from reader while precious innocent little reader just waits for him to come home as usual (like a good little wife already) but he didn't 😭 My heart breaks reading how soft he's being with reader after he robbed (ha) her of her virginity,how he offered to be the breadwinner for them both (I know I requested this but it's still so cute seeing it come to life with your writings) & imagining their domestic life together afterwards- 🥺😭 I have a few headcanons of their domestic life together such as how excited Bucky was when he got his first paycheck from his new honest job because he wanted to treat his sweet little future wife as his new improved self to something nice,even as he's saving for that diamond ring he promised her. Or at least tried to because I can see reader refusing to let him treat her,because she only needs her Daddy's attention everyday,making Bucky's heart swelled for her more and refused harder to ever let her go. The second headcanon would be the kind of job he got. I imagine this soft dark robber Bucky would probably go for a job requires a lot of physical,so I imagined a construction worker or mechanic? Stereotypical,I know 😂 Again,I'm lame like that 😅 Idk if either of those paid well tho. Or is it a blue collar job? In an office? Because robber Bucky probably need intelligence or maybe know how to hack a bit here & there. Or maybe a security job? The third is the dates they go to. I know you wrote that Bucky excuses her out of her outdoor obligations which I understood to mean that he asked (demanded to quit her job) but since he improved himself,wants a marriage and the normal/regular domestic life with her (with the added dd/lg elements to it) that most couples have,he probably takes her out on dates as a start,right? It's not like she's gonna run away anyway,she's way in too deep in the stockholm syndrome and he's 100% aware of this. She doesn't even realize she's his captive this whole time. Ofc,this would be as months passed where they grew closer and reader starts to fall for him. Imagine they went on a carnival date where Bucky tries to win her a stuffie friend for Kiki,I could cry just imagining it 😭 The calm before the storm 😭💔

I can't hate Bucky at all in this. I just can't. He's so lovable even in his own fucked up ways. And may I add,roguely charming 💘🖤 Oh and funny too. I giggled at that scene where his cock kept sliding off and he just giggled and called her pussy a brat that needs taming 💀 Like the whole thing is a joking matter to him while Reader's fearing for her life lmao. There's so many things I can list off about this Bucky. You fleshed him out so well and so hauntingly beautiful,especially in his obssession with reader. And his determination to get her back no matter what. I can't imagine him going about his day working while daydreaming about coming home to his future wife like he usually does everyday and only to have a bunch of authorities showing up and seizing him (or worse,tackling him to the ground) and not letting him come home that day after all. Omg,I'm sobbing..... 😭 Seems like he misunderstood that reader's the one that reported him or maybe he has that paranoia lingering everyday during their domestic phase together that she one day would report him & escape him. He must've felt some kind of betrayal & held some kind of grudge for reader for thinking that she reported him while he's locked up in jail for some time while being perfectly aware that he's the one started all this in the first place 😂 Did he feel some kind of guilt at all? He let her come to the realization of everything and just let her speak while emotion passes over his face for a brief second. Is it guilt or is it because she realized and finally shook off her stockholm syndrome? That he's afraid she won't be compliant as before? That he would have a harder time to have that normal domestic couple life with her again now that she's fully aware that their domestic life together before wasn't just that,it was also him keeping her captive? I think it's the latter,I don't think he feels guilty and regrets anything he did to reader at all,he went to get her back after all. Reader definitely still loves him even after she realizes,she's not even putting up a fight and just let him take her,again. He'll cling to her for sure and will never let her out of his sight again in fear she would be taken away from him for a third time. Maybe they'll both cling to each other because Reader just misses him as much as he does her. Oh,he's definitely finally getting that diamond ring he promised her this time so she's truly his in name now. I can't tell where he would bring her to live this time tho to be off the radar and not getting caught by the police again.

Oh,can I also talk about the psychological aspect you smoothly incorporated into the story? It's genius! 🙌🏼 You're brilliant! 🙇🏻‍♀️ And heartbreaking on Bucky's part 🥲 Where she doesn't seem to remember him for a second Where her brain is trying to supress her memories of him and their time together because of that therapy since she took a while for everything to come back to her. She doesn't even remember his name or his face when Bucky pushed her to remember him 😭 I'M CRYING 😭😭😭 Man,that therapist must've been really good OMG. She literally NEEDED to see HIS FACE to finally remember EVERYTHING. To finally remember him. He was a bit mean with her at the bank but I can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces when Reader said "I don't know!". Which is another reason why I don't think this Bucky is dark DARK or outright fully mean. He's soft dark for sure. I don't think he really meant it when he said he's gonna cut her tongue out. I took it as he was just really angry and said it as an empty threat that he won't actually carry out because he still thought she reported him,went to therapy on her own and willingly made herself not remember him,willingly erase or suppress him from her memories. The way he did it is not gentle but I still felt my heart clench when he kept pushing her to just remember him by demanding her to say it's him while he roughfucks her. That part is angst to me,can I count that as angst? I feel like I got Stockholm Syndrome too since I seriously felt pity for Small World Bucky & wanted to protect and defend him lmao 💀

I'm so sorry that I took so long to reply,that I took 4 days!  😭🙏🏼🙇🏻‍♀️ When you wrote my request in JUST 2 DAYS and it's the most perfect piece I've ever read and it's something I've wanted my whole life 🧎🏻‍♀️ I've been fasting where I live so there's lot to do everyday and I've also haven't been feeling well for these past 3 days but Small World cheered me up and made me feel better instantly 💕 I haven't gone these past 3 days without reading or thinking about this fic at all,believe me. That a very talented and kind author took my lame request and went out of her way to perfected it and turned it into a million times better than what my original request intended (and I'm glad for that). Which is why I feel so guilty for taking 4 days to finally express my many thank yous and gratitude 😭 AGAIN,I AM SO SORRY! 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 It felt like ghosting but I promise I'm not ghosting you at all 🙏🏼 That wasn't my intention. I've been really 4 days late to say thank you. Please don't hate me or be mad at me. Yes,I read the fic for the past 3 days because it's just that great that I'm obsessed but also because I want to assess it properly so I can write a proper review and how much I love the fic. This is my first request for you and you did an amazing job beyond expectations that I don't just wanna be like "It's great ❤ Thank you 💕" because it simply doesn't hold up to all the work and effort you put into this beautiful one shot (exactly what I wanted but 10x times better) & simply because a simple "Thank you 💕" doesn't fully express how I truly feel about it. I can tell that you put your heart and love into writing it so I want to put my heart and love into my thanks as well 💕 I mean,you even had to do some photoshopping for my request,omg,I'm so sorry 😅😭 I know you said my request excites you so much that you reasurred me "no problem" and you even did BOTH of my request tying them together perfectly,but I still feel bad to make you do so much work 🙏🏼 I feel relieved to know that you want to do them on your own because my request excites you. I already felt honored as hell when you took up my request and POLISHED IT,I felt even more honored that such creative writer like you felt EXCITED by MY request? By my lame ideas? You don't know how hard I fangirled when you said that. I truly feel honored 💜

Again,THANK YOU SO MUCH for taking up my request and for writing it 🫂 Seriously,thank you,thank you,a million times thank you. Thank you so much again for this perfection 💕 I love it so much that I won't stop thinking about it or stop obsessing about it for a LONG time,you have no idea. Again,to adress your Author's Note :- Please don't redo Small World 🥺🙏🏼🙇🏻‍♀️ Everything is as perfect as it is 💜 I love it so much 💜 If you can't already tell by how long this crazy rambling of mine is 😂 It's dark,it's also soft dark,it got suspense,twists and turns,it even has fluff & angst. Everything is as it should be 💜Also,why are you apologizing to me? Why are you saying sorry? 😭 I'm the one who should be saying sorry to trouble you and sending my feedback and gratitude late 😢 Why are you so kind and humble like that? You,a writer would apologize to me,a reader? Who request you to write something & I'm not even paying you anything for it yet you still wrote it with quality and love? YOU ARE SO SERIOUSLY SO KIND 💕😭 I feel like I don't deserve your kindness 🥺 Also,my review about the story? It's simply me fangirling over Small World,sharing my headcanons,thoughts and intepretation of the plots. If any of my thoughts and interpretation is wrong,please feel free to correct me. Please don't take it as a way that I want you to change anything in the fic,I'm simply fangirling and just wanted to talk about it with you and tell you how much I love it ❤ Seriously,don't change anything,I'll be really upset if you do 🥺

Please don't feel like you have to reply to this very long ass ask of mine. You can reply it shortly ❤ Just think of this as a letter or as my love letter of your work and writing skills 💜 I'm scared of even sending this to you honestly,I sound like a crazy person 😂 THIS IS SO GODDAMN LONG 😭 You'll probably block me after receiving this if I'm being honest 😭 But I'll take the risk. This is the longest review I've ever written for anyone at all. Because it's a request so it felt extra special and personalized and also because I'm very appreciative and grateful for it 🙏🏼 And again,just obsessed with it 💜🖤 I promise any review or feedback from me after this won't be as long as this one 😅 I'll keep it short but straight to the point so I won't be annoying like this again 🥲 But I still will show how grateful & honored I am,the way your writings properly deserved,if I do have a request for you again. Which I don't know if I should send you another request because I already made you work so hard 😭 You wrote that perfection Small World in just 2 days,that's insane,it's must've been exhausting to brainstorm all of it in just 2 days so I felt bad. Oh,also,I'm so sorry that I'm sending this in an anonymous ask. If you want me to appreciate it non anon mode,let me know and I'll do it. THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR EVERYTHING 🫂🫂🫂❤❤❤❤ A MILLION TIMES THANK YOU FOR SMALL WORLD 💜

Thank you for reading Small World!

Hey and first of all, that's completely okay! I am the one that opened requests and I love to brainstorm ideas and yours was really really fun to tinker with! So please don't worry about any of that! I enjoyed combining the two but I was just scared that you may not like it but I am very glad that you did! 🩷

And yes my obsessive ass did it in 2 days 💀but please don't worry that's just how my muse and priority mechanism works 😂 aLSO OMG STOP NOOO I AM JUST WHATEVER 💀 And omg no the request was neither lame nor vague it was fresh and different I loved it! Omg 'whirlwind of emotions' that means mission accomplished 😏

Good, blushing is good. Also, why would he feel bad? For finding his soulmate? Pfft. Daddies do that kinda stuff to their babies just because that's how things are, educate yourself??? Pfft. You'd know if you had an old man of your own. You best believe he took her to a nice little cozy place for their first date which came out of his first ever paycheck! And nooo because I also imagined construction worker but I think private security pays better. Who cares?? We are just girls and can fantasize whatever we please 💅🏻 Also about Kiki, Bucky is either a second parent to her or her worst foe (because of Baby's divided attention between them) and there's no in between! So maybe that's why he wanted to win her her own Daddy 👀 (you're making me wanna write this so bad omg)

Bucky is a brat tamer with a monstrous 12 incher! What do you mean it doesn't fit? Now your naughty little pussy is just misbehaving! But no worries! He will fix it like the Daddy he is! <3

I am sorry? Why would he feel guilty? And what Stockholm Syndrome? He's not a kidnapper or anything he's her future hubby who just met her in a funny way is all! Pfft, you liberal little girls just say anything, don't you? Perhaps you need your own old man to teach you some manners pfft! Bucky was only hurt that she let them get to her and feed her with OBVIOUS lies! And then she believed them! Tsk, tsk. That calls for punishment! I don't think he's afraid that she won't be as compliant anymore. He has had many assignments much harder than an estranged little wife, it's no biggie. The only part that he may be a bit worried about would be hurting her but she hurt him more so who knows? 👀

I don't know about a ring now, though. He may get her a diamond shock collar that goes off when she's a certain distance away from the home before anything now 👀

No but you're so real about the therapist thing because when I was writing it I was like 🥲 if only I could get a therapist like that 🥲 lmfao! Also yes, it's your request and your interpretation, you can take it however you want but you're rather spot on with what I had in mind while I wrote the story. Also I am crying lmfao not me giving you Stockholm Syndrome from a fic omg 💀 I got it while writing it so we are in the same boat honey. What can I say, we are just girls 💅🏻

Omg, please don't worry about any of that! I am just happy that you liked it and took the time to respond in such a heart warming and rewarding way! I hope you're feeling better now and I wish you happy fasting (because idk why you are doing it so I am not gonna name any one thing <333). Also noooo I enjoyed photoshopping it! I only took it down because I thought it looked awful 💀 but I am glad you liked it! And STOP your idea was not lame at ALL! Don't be a meanie to my baby (you) 😡🩷

Please don't worry about any of that! I understand and I am just happy that you liked it! That's enough for me. I just get nervous when there's no response that the person hated the request is all 💀🩷 You weren't troubling no one 🩷 Also, your review is literally PERFECT and very uplifting! And no, you're actually spot on with everything you said!

AND NO I LOVE LOVE LOVE your response! It is so motivating and rewarding! Don't be afraid or sorry! I am a master rambler and I also believe in putting your heart into what you want to say, I also do the same 💀🩷 You're not annoying at all I absolutely adore your ask! It's hands down the best feedback I've ever received and it made me feel so much better about my writing because I hate it 99% of the time. Maybe it's also because I am a literature major so I measure everything with those standards idk but this made me feel so good 🩷

And requests are open so please don't be afraid about anything okay? Also, you can interact with me however you feel comfortable, no pressure. I am just happy to have you here 🫂🩷 Once again, thank you for reading and taking the time to respond, I am very glad that you liked it! 🩷

(just leaving it here because you don't seem to hate it as much as I do hahaha)

[summerwritesfics]

🗺️I’m Just A Teenage Dirtbag, Baby, Like You

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2575 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: High School AU, Detention, Teenager!Hanzo Hasashi, Teenager!Kuai Liang, Teacher!Raiden, Past Character Death, Grief Mourning, Unfair Treatment, Straight A Student and School Delinquent Find An Understanding, First Meetings (Sorta? They’re both aware of the others existence, they’ve just never talked before.) AU-Gust 2024 Day 27: Younger/De-Aged

AU-Gust 2024 Masterlist

Notes: I don’t do high school AU’s too much. I had a horrible time in high school and I’m 10+ years away from that bullshit at this point. Butttt… Idk. Something about this prompt made me do one lol. Also, I’ll be honest, this is heavily based on a really old (and frankly badly written) fic I wrote for a fandom I’m no longer in. I kinda liked the general idea, so decided I wouldn’t waste it ;) Remember to reuse and recycle~ Title is from Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus.

Hanzo looked at the door, nervously eyeing up the word ‘detention’ embossed into the silver sign. He’d never been to detention in his life. Usually he was an A+ model student, well behaved, punctual and all the teachers loved him. Yet here he was. He knew he deserved this in some way, he’d let his temper get the best of him, and he had no one to blame for his actions but himself. There wasn’t much he could do now except accept his punishment with dignity.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

The teacher sitting at the desk inside was one he recognised very well. Mr. Raiden Narukami was the English Literature teacher, and one of the most beloved in the school. Mr. Narukami raised an eyebrow at Hanzo, obviously surprised to see someone usually so well behaved inside the room.

“Hanzo Hasashi. Well, I will admit I am quite surprised.” He held out a hand, and Hanzo realised he was expecting to receive the detention slip that Hanzo had been provided. Hanzo passed it over, and Mr. Narukami read through the slip, sighing and nodding along as he did. “Ah. Well, that is disappointing to read.” Hanzo didn’t reply, he just lowered his head. “Mr. Hasashi, I am awfully sorry for what you have been through lately, but you and I both know that is no excuse for that sort of behaviour.”

“I know,” Hanzo agreed, because he did know. Him not coping well with his current life events was no reason for him to do what he did. “My father will be getting me therapy as soon as possible, we’re just on the waiting list.”

Mr. Narukami sighed, “yes, I’m sadly aware how bad mental health services are right now. Hopefully it won’t be too long, and you can get the help you need, yes?”

“Yes Sir.” He was starting to lose hope on that, but maybe he shouldn’t.

“Either way, please take a seat Mr. Hasashi.”

Hanzo nodded and moved to sit down on a random seat. He was the only person in the room, and all his thoughts wandered to how his Father would react when he got home. Of course, he was already aware this had happened, they’d called his father in straight away. It was the only reason his punishment was as light as it was, the other kid’s parents agreeing on account of Hanzo’s current circumstances, even if it had taken far too much to persuade them to do so.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel like his Father would be disappointed in him, and that thought hurt. Even worse, if his Mother were here, what would she say?

He jumped out of his skin, broken from his thoughts as the door slammed open suddenly. Another boy walked into the room, short black hair with a large scar over one side of his face and lots of piercings all over. Hanzo recognised him as Song Kuai Liang, who was in the same year as him but they ran very different circles.

In fact, Kuai Liang didn’t really have a circle at all.

Kuai Liang was more or less everything Hanzo wasn’t. He didn’t do his work on time, he didn’t join clubs, he didn’t socialise and he tended to get terrible grades. While it wasn’t too surprising he was in detention, given he tended to get into trouble whenever possible, Hanzo still couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by his presence.

“Hi Raiden, did you miss me?” Kuai Liang said with a massive grin on his face. Mr. Narukami looked exhausted for a second, but finally his lips curled into a fond smile.

“Of course I have. This room isn’t the same without you. So, what did you do this time?” He held out his hand like he had done to Hanzo, and Kuai Liang placed a rather scrappy looking detention note into it. Mr. Narukami looked at the piece of paper, looking utterly perplexed. “You… Ate an apple in class?” He questioned, watching as Kuai nodded. “Well. I have to admit, this is extremely tame for you. I’d say you’re losing your touch, Kuai Liang.”

“Well there’s nothing in the handbook that says we can’t eat in class,” Kuai Liang explained as he shrugged. “I need to keep my blood sugars up somehow. Not my fault the teacher took it as a challenge to her authority.”

Mr. Narukami stared flatly for a few seconds, before finally letting out a soft chuckle. “At this point, they’re just throwing you in here for every little thing, hm?”

“Or I’m finding reasons for them to send me here,” Kuai claimed, wearing a small grin. “You are my best friend, after all, Raiden.”

“Yes, all these years we’ve spent together, it is hard to not grow fond of someone,” he replied with a genuine affection in his voice. Huh, it seemed Mr. Narukami genuinely did like Kuai Liang for some reason. That explained why he got away with calling him Raiden as well. “You know the drill by now, go take a seat, Kuai Liang.”

Kuai Liang turned to approach the seats. Hanzo hoped that he’d choose any of the empty seats that weren’t beside him. His hopes were rudely squashed when Kuai Liang sat himself down at the desk right next to him. Hanzo cursed in his head, he didn’t really want to have to interact with him. Kuai Liang looked Hanzo up and down, wearing a confused look on his face.

“I don’t recognise you,” he muttered, tilting his head ever so slightly. “Is it your first time down here?”

“Yes,” Hanzo reluctantly replied, not really liking being the centre of attention.

“Mr. Hasashi is actually a well behaved student, unlike some people we can mention,” Mr. Narukami replied. It surprised Hanzo a fair bit, he didn’t think student’s were supposed to speak during detention, but Mr. Narukami didn’t seem that bothered.

“Hasashi?” Kuai Liang looked like he was thinking. “Wait, shit, aren’t you on your way to being valedictorian? What the fuck are youdoing here?”

“Language Kuai Liang,” Mr. Narukami warned, and Hanzo once again didn’t understand why he was allowing this.

“Sorry Raiden,” Kuai Liang called, waving lazily in his direction. “But, really. How does someone like you end up in detention?”

“I… I punched another student,” Hanzo admitted, looking in the opposite direction. He really didn’t want to talk about this, but it seemed Kuai Liang wasn’t going to let him be silent.

“Whoa, really? That’s so cool.” Of course the kid who got into trouble so often he was on a first name basis with the teacher who ran detention would think punching someone was cool. “Was it hard? Did you knock the guy out? Was there blood?”

“Kuai Liang,” Mr. Narukami interrupted, sounding exacerbated. “I’m sure Mr. Hasashi doesn’t want to answer all those questions. Not everyone is as thirsty for blood and violence as you are.”

“I’m not thirsty for blood and violence,” Kuai mumbled, sounding almost offended by it. “I just like knowing the details of the fights that happen around here.” Kuai Liang turned back to Hanzo and commented “at least it’s only for today, right?”

“Actually I’ll be here all week,” Hanzo muttered under his breath and he heard a small gasp from Kuai Liang.

“Did you straight up fucking kill the guy or something?”

“Language,” Mr. Narukami reminded him yet again, although this time he didn’t even bother looking up from the paperwork he was doing. Hanzo could only assume this was all such a common occurrence that he’d given up actually trying to punish Kuai Liang.

“No, but I mean, I’ve punched a lot of people,” Kuai claimed, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I’ve only gotten a day at most each time. What did you do to them?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t that… bad,” Hanzo tried to justify, although Kuai Liang’s claim made him feel strange. How was it he was being punished harsher than a guy who claimed to have punched a lot of people? Hanzo supposed maybe it was that this was a compromised punishment, as the other kid’s parents had wanted him suspended at first.

“Well, either way, guess we’re detention buddies for the week.” Kuai Liang slouched back in his chair, stretching and yawning, before putting his feet up on the desk. “How’s it feel to know what you did is equally as bad as eating an apple?” He shook his head dramatically and scoffed. “The school rules are really just bullshit sometimes. Once I got in here because I disagreed with a teacher on something.”

“You’re missing out the part of the story where you dramatically ranted in precise detail about why he was wrong,” Mr. Narukami chimed up. “And you did call him some rather choice words.” He put his pen down and looked at Kuai with an amused smile. “I will grant that you had a point, but did you really have to call him a filthy bastard?”

“I only called him that because he called me stupid.” Kuai Liang pouted. “I know I’m a difficult kid, but I’m not stupid.”

“I know,” Mr Narukami softly assured him, smiling kindly at him. He looked like he was about to say something else, but before he could, there was a knock on the door and another teacher stepped inside, signalling for Mr. Narukami to follow him. “I’ll be back in a second. No talking.” He winked at them as he said that, positioned in a way the other teacher couldn’t see.

It didn’t take long for him to disappear, leaving Hanzo and Kuai Liang alone.

“You’re lucky to get Raiden for your first time in detention,” Kuai Liang stated almost as soon as the door had closed. “He’s pretty chill compared to others. I think he realises that people tend to get sent here for really dumb shit.” He turned back to look at Hanzo, pursing his lips. “But really, how hard did you hit that kid? Your punishment seems disproportionate to your crime.”

“It wasn’t even that hard,” Hanzo grumbled, because fucking hell, it really hadn’t been that bad. The kid didn’t even have a bruise, but he’d cried like Hanzo had broken his skull in half. “I just didn’t realise when I hit him, that his parents happen to contribute a lot to the school financially, so he basically gets away with murder.”

“Oh, yikes, that’d do it.” Kuai grimaced at him, baring his teeth slightly. “You’d have done better punching someone like me, to be fair.” He brushed his hair from his face as he said “actually, next time you feel like punching someone, I give you permission to find me and deck me. You probably won’t even get detention because they’ll put the blame on me.”

“I would rather there not be a next time… But I will keep that offer in mind, thank you.” It was one of the most bizarre things anyone had ever said to him, yet coming from Kuai Liang it was almost sweet.

“So, what did the guy do to make you punch him?” Kuai Liang asked, adjusting himself so his feet were back on the floor, and he was leaning forward onto the desk. “Because I can’t imagine someone like you would go straight to punching for no reason.”

“I just…” Hanzo stopped himself, grunting in frustration. He’d spent so long repressing his feelings, but obviously that wasn’t working. He hadn’t told his friends how he’d been feeling all these months, why would he tell a stranger like Kuai Liang? Even so, he sighed and admitted “over summer vacation, my mother passed away. The guy I punched was making fun of her death.”

“What a fucking bastard,” Kuai bluntly exclaimed and Hanzo couldn’t help a bit of a spluttering laugh. Kuai sounded so angry on his behalf. Strange, how even the kid who was known for getting into trouble seemed to understand that was a line to not be crossed. “I’m sorry to hear about your mom though. My Mama passed away when I was little, so I know how you feel.”

“You do?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No need to sound so surprised. I’m an asshole, but I have feelings, y’know?” Kuai laughed slightly, but did look solemnly. “People don’t get it until it happens to them. It’s like a source of warmth is extinguished, and all that’s left is cold.”

Huh. It does feel a bit like that, doesn’t it?

“You have quite the way with words,” Hanzo commented, because given Kuai Liang’s grades, it wasn’t something he’d expected.

Kuai snorted and said “yeah, despite my fearsome reputation, I actually kind of like reading.”

“Huh.” He remembered the previous conversation with Mr. Narukami, and when Kuai claimed he didn’t like being called stupid. Maybe his grades weren’t an indication of his intelligence. There was clearly, at the very least, an emotional intelligence most of their peers did not possess. “How come you’re always here anyway? Kind of feels like if you put your mind to it, you could be valedictorian yourself.”

“I’m the kid of a crime boss,” he casually replied, shrugging like that was a completely normal thing to say. “I was already being treated like I was trouble even when I was behaving. So what’s the point of seeking validation that’s never going to come?”

Hanzo wasn’t sure about the first bit, that sort of thing seemed far fetched and would only happen in the movies. The second bit however? How sad he sounded when he said it? That was definitely the truth. It actually made Hanzo feel bad for judging him harshly himself.

“I mean for fucks sake, I have detention for a week for eating an apple,” Kuai half exclaimed in a mix of a laugh and a sob. “But kids like the one you punched can get away with being the actual devil all because mommy and daddy can pay their way out of trouble.”

“You have a point, about the school rules being bullshit,” Hanzo agreed, because now that he thought about it. Yeah. This all seemed disproportionate. The kid he punched had been bullying him, surely, and yet the system protected him.

It all just seems… Unfair.

“Welcome to my world,” Kuai said sadly. “At least Raiden seems to know this is all bullshit.”

Before Hanzo could say any more, the door flung open and Mr. Narukami walked back in, looking perplexed by something. He stood at the front of the room, staring down at his hands.

“Kuai Liang, can I ask you a question?” Mr. Narukami asked.

“Uh, depends what it is?” Kuai’s expression relaxed, and it just made how sad he’d been previously seem so much more obvious.

“Do I speak in riddles?” Mr. Narukami tilted his head to one side. “Because apparently there’s been complaints.”

“Eh, there is a reason you have been nicknamed ‘the sphinx’ I suppose.” That wasn’t true, and Hanzo could tell from the grin on his face that Kuai Liang was just teasing.

“What? No! I haven't? Have I?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard that too,” Hanzo innocently added, feeling a flutter in his chest at the delighted smile Kuai Liang gave him.

Maybe this was going to be a long week, but he felt a little better knowing he had an ally for it at least.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 5: 

"You better pray I don't get up this time round."

Debri | pinned down | "It's broken."

Fandom: Owl House (canon divergence)

Prompt used: Debri, Pinned, "Its broken."

So honestly, no idea where this one stands timeline wise, cause I moved so much around. So its just like… its own timeline, so please bare with me and go with the flow. It shouldn't be too confusing hopefully, but basically; after the portal was destroyed but before the day of Unity, however literally everything that happened before and in between is up in the air order wise lol. So enjoy some Luz angst  

Also, I guess as a PS: sorry for the spacing lol, after last year im writing everything in google then posting and fixing the spacing for the whole thing... meh. If people complain I'll try lol.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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The Isles, by normal human standards, were a terrifyingly dangerous place. Luz, despite her human title, was far from normal- no matter how much the world wanted her to be- and found the Isles both weird and positively fantastic! Even with all the mortal danger and stuff. 

She'd done a lot here, been through a lot, stuff no one at her old school would believe. Still, no matter how much she's seen and experienced, some things still surprised her. But this time… this time she was alone. And boy was she in trouble. 

The fight had been her fault. Despite what they'd all been through, there were still some things they just… didn't talk about. And when things are bottled up, they're bound to explode eventually. But it's no excuse, she shouldn't have said what she said, shouldn't have yelled, and shouldn't have run off. She loves her friends, her family in this place far from her mom, and yet she always manages to ruin everything. And now, she supposed she was getting what she deserved. 

They'd been on a little trip of sorts- Willow, Gus, Amity, Hunter and herself- Luz thinks it may have had something to do with the emperor but she'd been… distracted lately. When Luz had turned to run after their fight, she's pretty sure the others flew off- they had their staff's, Luz had caught a ride with Amity because Eda needed Owlbert, so Luz was stranded, she's so stupid… she deserved it- and it was a good thing too apparently. That meant they were out of danger, and that Luz would die the most anticlimactic death ever after all she'd been through. 

Well, she supposed what led up to it wasn't like… completely boring. But she's also mad at herself for letting this all happen after she started a stupid fight because she's terrible-

She'd run off, into forest-y darkness, eyes wet but cheeks dry- she refused to cry, she couldn't, she wouldn't stop if she started and she feared she didn't have enough, that she didn't deserve to cry- and hadn't stopped until she was forced to. The trees were dense here, but that wasn't what stopped her, no it was the demon's trap. A simple little snare shed stepped in, that dragged her up to a crude little house in the trees. 

The demon itself wasn't unlike Grometheus. A grotesque formless thing that seemed to peer into Luz's very soul, but unlike the Grom monster, this thing did not change into her deepest fears but rather ranted in a cliche crotchety voice about Luz and her fellow trespassers being its next meal. Then proceeded to- in great detail- describe the process of how it'd eat them. Luz got lost about 2 seconds in when the words failed to either translate or compute with her brain, but it sounded like a truly awful way to go out. (but at least it wouldn't have been a boring headstone.)

Luz would blame the blood rushing to her head for her delayed reaction of fighting back- because it was far better than the reality- but as soon as she registered that the demon was going to hunt her friends down, she pulled some glyphs out and fought back. And truly, this thing was far easier to fight than Grometheus, despite its quick reflexes, but Luz had not taken into account the house's whereabouts. One wrong ice pillar, one hit to the support holding this house up, one second to panic, before the whole place crumbled and Luz's world went dark.

Waking up had been met with pain, and a bit of surprise at waking at all. She'd thought for sure the fall would kill her one way or the other, but no, she woke to find the sky a darker color, the remnants of the house broken around her, and her inability to move. Between the debri of the house itself, and the branches of the trees that had come with it, Luz was truly and utterly pinned, trapped, and buried. And after that fight… and the fact that even she didn't know where she was, there was no way she'd be found any time soon. She would die here, from her injuries no doubt- she was in too much pain, she felt like a dog that's been hit by a semi- and sure she deserved it, but… she wished she had left on a better note. To tell her friends she hadnt meant any of it, that she was sorry, that it's all her fault. 

Something creaks, crashes, a dirt cloud fills the air and she cant help her cough, despite the agony that rips through her,

"It's broken." She had really hoped to never hear that voice again, "My home, you broke my home!" The screech is ear splitting, and Luz can barely see- is it blood, dust, or hair in her eye she cant tell- but she can feel the debri tremble as the Demon lumbers about, throwing things, rifling through the chaos-

Looking for Luz. 

Well… she supposed she might get a notable ending after all. 'Here lies Luz the Human, killed by her own stupidity, and an angry demon.' Hm, her mama will hurtle a chancla at Luz's spirit when she hears. 

Another screech fills the air and the weight on top of Luz gets impossibly heavier, despite herself she cant help the wet scream that rips from her throat as something moves that shouldn't. She wonders idly if a rib can bend enough to rip through her back, though she supposes she shouldn't be alive long to feel it if that's the case.

A silence rings after her scream, and she bites her lip hard enough to bleed in the hopes the Demon had not heard, or at least couldn't find the direction of it. Instead a cackle fills the air, the stuff around her trembles, and Luz knows she's been found. 

"There you are child, come, it's time for dinner!" The emphasis on dinner is not needed, but Luz can appreciate a bit, even a fatal one. 

As more and more debri is moved, she comes face to face-ish once again with the demon. Ironically, even if she wasn't quite literally pinned, she thinks that stare would do the same, there's a finality to it. 

She hopes everyone will be okay. She hopes King won't be too sad, that Eda won't blame herself, that Odalia will eat dirt before the others arrive back to town, she… hopes for so many things she has no time to hope about, because appendages are forming from the blob and she knows the process is about to begin- even if she doesn't even know what the dang process is!

"Step away from our friend!" 

Awe, they still call me fr-

Wait,

"Guys! What-" her shocked response to their arrival is cut off by another shriek, this close it has her ears ringing painfully and with no hands to cover them, she simply hopes her eardrums are okay. 

Willow and Amity take the lead, Gus taking up the rear, the demon stumbling backwards as they distract it from Hunter's arrival by Luz's side. 

"Titan… hold on, I'll figure out how to get this off you-" 

"You guys came." She mutters it, against her better wishes, but with teary eyes she stares up at Hunter as he looks at her in shock.

"Of course we did. Just cause we fought doesn't mean we would leave you here." He seems hurt by her words so she forces her voice to work.

"I deserved this, I was so mean, I didn't mean any of it, i'm sorry, I-" 

"You did not deserve this!" He takes a breath to calm himself, focusing again on trying to lift stuff, "We all said stupid things, and it's obvious there are underlying problems, we will talk it out later. But right now you need help, and I have no idea what's NOT broken." 

"I love you guys." 

"Yeah yeah" the blush on his face says what he can't and Luz lets a sense of safety wash over her. 

It'd be fine, even if it was broken, they'd fix what was broke.

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

Write the Mirror Man giving fashion advice to another character (your pick) :P

Mirror Man goes into Edna Mode mode lol

Title: Throw Yourself into the Garbage Word Count: 702 Characters: the Mirror Man, the Granny

If the Mirror Man could gorge out his eyes, he would; except, he didn't have eyes. He could see perfectly with his long, thick tendrils and anything that passed in front of a mirror caught his attention. He had a nasty habit of staring from his side, whether that be looking at a crime that was happening or gazing into another person's eyes. This one leaned more towards the former, though the crime in question was of his personal opinion.

The longer the Mirror Man watched the elderly woman pose in front of a cracked, full body mirror, the more he wanted to gag. Her clothing was hideous, both for her frame and in design. Her dress was overcrowded with floral patterns, like the dress was designed to camouflage the wearer in a garden. The cluttered pattern erased the woman's body shape, which the Mirror Man couldn't tell if she was very skinny or very fat. The dress draped over her body like a cloak and she moved in it with heavy sways. If she was trying to seduce the mirror, it failed.

"Please take it off," the Mirror Man begged loudly, "This dress is just absolute garbage. I don't even want to know where you got it. Just put it back in the trash, where it belongs."

The Granny froze and frantically looked around. She was the only person around, and nobody on the Maw had a voice like this one. "Hello?" she asked, "Who's there!?"

"Old woman, I'm telling you to take off the dress!" The Mirror Man moved closer to come into view. One hand hugged around his torso, while the other one curled in front, where his mouth would be. "Please, before I come forth and rip it off myself!"

The Granny stared at the cracked mirror and the being on the other side. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are spying on a young lass while she's changing?"

"Young?" the Mirror Man gagged, but collected himself quickly. "Ah, I see. You're the Old Lady of the Maw. I've heard of you, madam. I am the-"

"I know who you are, king," the Granny cut him off with a sly smile, "Don't you think this dress is wonderful? My lovely successor flushed it down for me. How thoughtful of her…"

The Mirror Man gawked at her. "I would have words with that witch," he mumbled, "But, please. That dress is terrible. Take it off."

"No." The Granny crossed her arms and pouted. "Unless you tend to dress me yourself, Mirror King."

"Would you like that?" the Mirror Man chimed with excitement; anything to rid that disgusting dress from his eyes. "I can do that! Please. This-" He fluttered a hand towards the dress, "needs to go. I can give you something better."

"Like what?" the Granny asked in a daring voice.

The Mirror Man's tendrils curled with eagerness. He snapped his fingers and his clothes changed from his usual dress shirt, dress pants, and bow tie to a modest knee length dress with small flowers printed on it. "If you want a dress, I recommend this. If you want something with flowers but with a younger look then…" He snapped his fingers again and wore a long sleeve, floral print blouse with pair of slacks and loafers. "Comfy, warm, stylish."

"Hmm…" The Granny stroked her chin. "You can conjure up any sort of fashion?"

"Of course!"

"Then, I wish for something loud!" The Granny flung her skinny twig arms in the air. "Like one of those Hawaiian print shirts and sunglasses! Like a tourist, but chic! Tacky, but glamorous. Can you do that, Mirror King?"

The Mirror Man chuckled. "Pfft, that's not even a challenge, old madam." And with that, he went to work. By the time the mirror and the hag were done, they had created at least ten outfits. The Granny ventured up to the kitchens in one of her new outfits, adorning a pink polka dot shirt with puffy sleeves, a pair dark green capris, and a comfy pair of loafers on her feet. She took her seat at the dining table to eat, beaming happily at the bewildered stares from the crew members.

[evaxsombra]

@ara-kadeu​

Kadeu, Diamond Territory, The Palace, Ara’s office/dressing room

12 August 2024, Afternoon

“Okay, this one for sure this time,” Eva spoke with unfounded confidence. She held out a small, heavy ball of mysterious origin she’d bought from a vendor a few days prior. They had told her that even the most powerful Strongarm couldn’t crush these toys. It had been enough to convince the Shapeshifter to buy an assortment of said toys to gift to Little Lana who, as of five minutes ago, crushed half of them between her tiny palms.

Sadly, this ball was no exception as Eva heard the telltale crunch of metal and pelts of unrestrained laughter at the destruction of another “Strongarm-proof” toy. A sigh escaped her, but she reached out and patted the baby on her head, the soft curls reminding Eva of one of her favorite blankets back at the barracks. “It’s okay, Lana. We’ll find you the perfect toy eventually.”

Turning away from the sounds of baby babble and metal toys bouncing off one another, Eva offered an apologetic smile to Ara, though she couldn’t see the actress’s expression. She had insisted that Ara let her introduce these toys to Lana in the hopes that she and Hilo wouldn’t have to worry about broken toys needing replacing for a while. But even Eva didn’t need eyes to know she’d been ripped off. “Maybe that guy at the market wasn’t being very truthful, huh? Or,” she gestured behind her to Lana, “you have a special little Strongarm on your hands!”

Eva knew she was just trying to mask her disappointment. She’d been trying to find ways to play with Little Lana ever since the baby could crawl, but Hilo and Ara were still working on Lana’s control so it was proving difficult even for someone as creative as Eva. Crossing her arms, Eva asked for what had to be the hundredth time since the start of these gatherings, “Are you sure I can’t just let my wolf come out and play? We’ll be extra careful. Spade’s honor!”

[batzcrazy]

JUST LET ME KNOW

note: sorry this took so long! there's at least 15 different versions i went through lol. i really like the idea of bruce NOT being a total asshole and doing his best for his kiddos^^ he's a little awkward but that's okay! lots of steve lacy, glass animals, and tyler the creator during this! hope you enjoy^^

pairings: Richard 'Dick' Grayson/Nightwing × GN! Reader

warnings: injury, blood, being a little out of it, daddy issues, pining, Dick Yearning And Being Afraid, mentions of dying (not serious), breaking and entering (again)

lmk if i missed anything! please excuse any mistakes

The squeeze through your window is much more difficult with a bullet in his leg.

He's praying to god he's not bleeding everywhere and he's praying to god tomorrow your neighbor (who looks more than alarmed) doesn't say anything about Nightwing crawling in your window.

His foot slips free suddenly and he finds himself on your floor. His foot slips free and he feels a little stupid about this now.

Maybe it began when you offered him a Hello Kitty band-aid on the street (cut fingers). Maybe it was when you ran into each other and he needed another one (you only had Mickey Mouse this time). Or maybe it was a couple months earlier when he dragged his sore and bruised body through your window once before and asked for your help.  

You did your best and left him with a Superman band-aid right above his eyebrow.

And since then, he's noticed the new and growing number of themed band-aids and ice packs in your kitchen.

The light flicks on above him and he groans, turning away.

"Holy hell."

"Hey there, I think I broke the lock on your window. I'm sorry."

Your neighbor paces loudly.

--

"Sorry bird, 'm sorry,"

Dick's grunt is muffled by the towel stuffed in his mouth, but he nods slightly at you: It's okay.

He squirms on the edge of the tub, letting out hard noises and his muscles flexing. You have to force yourself to look away from his face to remember he's in pain.

"Ready?"

He shakes his head no, so you get to work.

Gently, you do your best to grab hold of the bullet with tweezers and when you do, you begin to slowly pull it out, apologizing to him. His face is pinched, looking like he had just tasted something bad. It's probably the blood in his mouth. You figured he would've gotten used to the taste, but maybe it's different everytime; Maybe the taste of blood is a little more bitter this time around.

Bitter... A synonym, yet an antonym when it comes to him.

It's funny to you. It's funny because the one time you've gotten to kiss him, you learned he tastes like the leftovers of summer and a bittersweet promise. He also tastes sour. Like sour candy that's been in your mouth too long. You're not sure what that means, but that's what it is. You wonder maybe if you kissed him now, which one would be in the aftertaste... after all the blood.

You're eager to find out.

"There," You sigh, dropping the bullet into a paper towel on the floor. The sound rings out in the bathroom. "You okay Dick?"

He huffs, letting the towel drop into his lap. It looks like the aftermath of a terrible dentist appointment.

"Fine. Thank you angel." He murmurs something about getting a shower and you stand to get him a towel.

"Can you uh," Dick mumbles, blinking slowly. "Get me a painkiller?" His gaze is glassy and dazed as he wiggles the spandex of his suit down, fingers fumbling.

What an asshole. He accidentally has you watch as he clumsily tears off spandex. What a jerk.

"Yeah," You spin around towards the door, almost in a circle, spinning. "Yeah, wait here. Don't slip."

The bastard laughs, head titled back and curls bouncing, "No promises, sorry."

He's absolutely horrid.

You squeeze on your shoes, grab a sweater, and your keys. Your neighbor eyes you through the door as you speed walk down the street, kicking yourself for not asking if he prefered one painkiller over the other.

Is the pharmacy even open this late?

The Bat Signal in the stormy dark sky shrugs.

--

Dick wakes up to the low creaking of your bedroom door, finding himself in the boxers you snickered at maybe a week before (the ones with the clouds and the bird pattern on them). He's half asleep on his back. He feels like someone has stuffed cotton in his brain, ears, and mouth. When he smiles at you from the doorway, he can feel the cotton in the back of his mouth; that is real.

"Was wondering about you," He rasps, throat suddenly dry. He rolls onto his stomach slowly. "Gone for so long."

You snort, dropping your keys onto the nightstand and wiggling off your sneakers, "It was just an hour."

"An hour too long," He complains, dramatically dropping his head back into the mattress.

And then he really sees you.

"Y' wearin' my sweater..." He muses.

You look down at yourself and you are indeed wearing the periwinkle sweater he shrugged off a week prior and continously forgot at your place. "It looks good on you."

You see him at the same time and notice he has cleaned and wrapped his injury. You bet it took him at least fifteen minutes not including breaks to rest his head on the wall.

"Thanks," You hold up water and grocery bag. And, just because you're an adult and just because you can, you picked up Belgian buns; one of his favorites. "How are you feeling?"

He shifts slowly, patting just above the entry point, "M'fine," He slides up onto his elbows and gestures with his head to the bag, hanging uselessly by your side. You wonder what he thinks of you gazing him like this; admiring him so shamelessly.

"What's in there?"

You hand him the bag and he shifts through the contents, nodding at your choice of painkiller and grinning excitedly at the buns in their case. His grin is boyish, dimples on display as he marvels at the pastries.

You catch a glimpse of the remains of someone who once was. Someone who still is? Someone buried alive.

You drop your body next to him and notice he smells different, like he used your body soap. He smells warm and syrupy, deep and dreamy. It's rich.

It suits him.

--

He doesn’t tell Bruce or even Alfred (yet). He doesn't feel he has to. Selfishly, he wants whatever this is to himself for just a little longer.

So, when he visits, he doesn’t say much when Bruce asks about his thigh and how that all went down. He knows his not-exactly-but-very-much-is Father wants the best for him and more, even if he doesn't always know what he wants and accidentally trips the boundaries. Alfred asks about the whereabouts of Tim's pen (something he has asked everyone so far). Alfred asks about his wellbeing and Dick has to force himself not to swing his feet at the thought of you. He bites the inside of his cheek and nods, Fine. Don't worry.

Bruce still tries his absolute best though. He does what he can and tries to make weekly calls and Dick can't ever find it in him to let the phone ring more than once. He is awkward, but sincere over the phone and Dick is okay with it. Though, he wants him to stop asking about when he'll actually get his injury properly checked for infections. Dick simply says that it's fine and if he feels funny within a week, he'll call and tell him he was right.

Bruce lets out a monotone 'Haha. Very funny ' and Dick smiles.

"Stop worrying old man. It's bad for you."

He asks about stargazing (something they used to do during slow patrols. A Batman and his Robin).

--

For once, it's a sunny evening in Gotham and he's sharing the last Belgian bun with you.

You lick sweet cream off the top of your lip and he wonders what you taste like; Of cream, maraschino cherries and something so brilliantly you?

He doesn't exactly wait to find out. He's always been a Fuck Around and Find Out kind of guy.

--

"That's disgusting," Damien mumbles over a mouthful of donut.

He's meticulously managed to keep his fingers clean of the glaze, legs swinging beside Dick's over the edge of a building. His unusually sharp canines are shiny in the moonlight. "I'm happy for you though. Your friend seems nice."

Dick perks up, surprised, "You think so?"

Damien shrugs, smirking a little. "Perhaps. Who knows. Just until I inform them that Richard Grayson is the sappiest lovesick fool in―"

Dick pulls him into a headlock, ruffling his hair until each strand is out of place. Damien, unsuccessfully struggling, resorts to biting down on the forearm in front of him.

It's his duty, as the eldest of all of them, to make sure he can carefully insert normal things into their lives, to explain how the world works before they figure it out on their own (via: a quick patrol around the city, and explaining over sugar cookies that Santa Claus is ((probably)) not real).

He wishes he could do this for them more often, and, in his opinion, it isn't fair that he isn't able to.

"Hey, ow?"

"You simply got what was coming," The corner of his lip tugs upwards and makes him look so much younger. It makes Dick sad. Everything about this makes him sad. His heart aches for him and the rest of them.

"Thank you." Damien swipes at the corners of his mouth and stands, preparing to leave. His eyebrows furrow as he looks out at the city. The city prepares new challenges to him, looking back.

"No problem bud." Dick lies down on his back and closes his eyes.

He kicks himself when he remembers that he forgot to give Damien Tim's pen.

--

He lies silently in your lap, eyes closed and listening to an audiobook. Even with the noise, you can hear his steady breathing―feel the ends of his curls on your thigh. Your eyes trace the beautiful slope of his nose, admiring the warm color of his skin. It's dangerous, but the way his teeth bite down on his lower lip while he thinks is tantalizing.

You pretend to not feel it until you catch his eyes opening, the raw desperation and adoration in his eyes catching you off guard. His calloused hands squeeze your thighs, begging for an ounce of your attention.

"Hey, can I kiss you? Please?"

He's a little more than stupidly pretty, like someone out of a song ― a magazine cover. He looks like the type of boy to break hearts but his is in shambles. He's tragic and you're drawn to his lovesick tragedy.

The look in his eyes is like a wound left wide open; He has left his chest bare to you. The hickory in his eyes bleeds vulnerability, fear, and insecurity at your lack of response. The honey in them drips devotion in an almost religious way.

"...Okay."

You send him a slow, almost sly, smile and he desperately feels that if he did not kiss you now, perhaps he would die.

He leans up and your teeth skim his lower lip.

He dies anyway.

--

In the dead of night, he is gentle with you, kissing where he can reach and rubbing his thumbs into your hips subconsciously, running his knuckles over curves.

He stops when you start to squirm, the drag of his nose and the ends of his hair tickling sensitive skin. His nose is crooked in a beautiful way. In a That's Him Way, but also in a Punched In The Face Way. He's beautiful in that kind of way.

"Sorry." He says, not sorry at all.

His lips are shiny and kiss swollen, lovingly and freshly tugged hair curling over his ears and flopping into his face.

He's so pretty. You tell him that. He drops his head down next to yours. You nudge him, but he doesn't budge, dropping his full body weight down. It is like he died (again). He might as well have.

You snort when he sucks at the skin he can reach, nipping with his teeth, "Stop that!"

In the corner of your eye, where his mass of hair isn't blocking your view, you can see the light from the streetlamps casting a muted, dreamy glow over the rest of his body. It highlights smooth skin, rough scars, spots, and freckles. The words begin before your brain can catch up and stop it.

"Y'know, you're so pretty that sometimes I wish I learned photography... Would take pictures of you all the time."

He doesn't say anything, so you continue.

"I mean, capturing how crazy unreal and handsome you are feels impossible in any other way but in art, right? Not just your face either,"

You're about to spill your guts. You're about to spill your guts and you hope he won't mind the mess. It's literal word vomit.

"It's your drive, I think. Your good heart and horrible temper. Your stubborn, hard-headed determination. The way you carry yourself,"

You take a big breath, "I was scared shitless when I heard a noise and found you on the floor and, uh, shit I don't know, you talk about your siblings and all I can think is: Wow, this guy is something else entirely. And you tell me a little about Bruce and, and every other father figure you've had. And also sometimes you throw mini tantrums in my living room about things I can't understand and probably will never understand and then you sit down, smile, be wonderfully you, and ask about my day and I just can't help but," Fall in love with you.

"Like you more for it. I guess. If that makes sense."

Dick doesn't move or say anything. Your heart jumps to your throat at the idea that maybe you cut it too close ― that this was a little too far and his heart stuttered to a stop in his chest.

Despite the position, you can somehow feel his eyes on you. Sort of like his heart has stopped and his ghost is watching you silently, judging ― maybe even seething.

Instead, he noses into the space behind your ear. You feel the shake of his shoulders and the tears on your collarbone before you hear the quiet sniffle.

The guilt rushes fast through you. Your stomach drops and you feel nauseous immediately.

"...You're crying."

"No," He protests, not doing enough, or maybe not even trying hard to cover up his sniffles. "'M not. Not yet."

Dick is crying and he is grateful you don't say anything more. You rub your knuckles over his spine and he's thinking maybe you're a piece of his soul. A potential soulmate in the way you've accidentally sewn yourself to him.

He's not ready for whatever that means, not brave enough to process whatever that could mean, so instead, he drags his nose down to the hollow of your throat, kisses the edge of your jaw, and shimmies his hips closer to yours; He's not sure what to do, so instead he squeezes your hand tight and prays you understand.

You do (sort of).

It's not really a thank you since thank you feels like a weak way to put it.

He means he thinks he might love you, but in a way you can only recieve from him. In a way that is only meant for you.

You whisper out into the darkness, "Do you... Wanna watch the Golden Girls?"

In the sappiest way possible, he's not sure he's ever wanted anything more.

--

Dick does actually get checked for any infections, wondering if the hot feeling right under his ribs is some sort of sign.

It's not.

He also "forgets" to take his sweater home and he helps scrub the dried blood out of your window sill. He makes sure to show your neighbor that all is well. He takes you out as an actual thank you.

You find a handwritten note in your shoe from Damien (for you) and one from Bruce that falls out of his back pocket (for him):

It is important that you don't fall for his cool guy act. It's lame. Don't say that though, he'll get cranky.

- Damien (written in the best handwriting you've ever seen)

Alfred saved you food. You have two days before someone eventually eats it. I know this could've been a voicemail but I was writing with Damien. The window is unlocked and it's in the very back of the fridge drawer. It has your initials on it. Hope you've been well. Thank you.

P.S TIM IS LOOKING FOR HIS PEN? Please return it he's taken to stealing mine.

P.S(2) DON'T go stargazing. The pollution is terrible. If you want to see stars so badly, go to a planetarium or something. Have fun.

- Bruce (written in very Bruce-like handwriting)

A former Boy Wonder begins the process of healing for the the third time.

[sunder-soul]

PROMPT 1: Hellooooooo! First off ur writing goes off, second off listen to this idea that i truly think u can bring to life... reader n tom r in a relationship and someone tried to slip tom to love potion but ofc he doesn't fall for it and his gf is like ??? and then they rub their relationship in her face LOL. anyways no worried just thought this would slap! Admire u n ur work!!

PROMPT 2: hey i love your the last of your rules series and everything else you’ve written. i’m not very creative so idk what exactly i’m looking for plot wise i just trust you since everything you’ve written is good but i was wondering if maybe you could write a tom x ravenclaw reader please. the ravenclaw reader tends to be more emotionally reserved and isn’t big on physical affection and maybe tom finds that interesting in a way? idk this idea might suck but felt like asking anyways...

Decided to combine these two because I could see them working really well together… :D

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Retribution

Summary: After somebody tries to slip Tom a love potion to break up him and Ravenclaw Reader’s relationship, they get a little bit theatrical in response...

Wordcount: 1.8k

Content warning: none.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Good morning,” says Tom evenly, lifting a wide-brimmed cup to his lips and taking an even sip as he looks at you.

“Is it?” you say dryly, sitting down opposite him at the Slytherin table and pulling out the new Magical Theory textbook. “Have you looked over this yet?”

“I have,” Tom replies with a very small smile. “Not to your liking?”

“Sophus writes like it’s still the seventeenth century,” you say with a shake of your head, “which isn’t surprising considering I don’t think he included a single reference from the last two hundred years… I mean honestly –” you wave at the title on the front of the book, “– ‘Corpus Magikus?’ Even the title makes it sound ancient.”

“Did you have any criticisms about the actual content per chance?” Tom asks as he lifts his tea again – though it doesn’t quite hide the amused smile on his lips. “Or did you not manage to get past the articulation?”

You give him a look. “The articulation is just as important as the content.”

“I completely disagree,” he replies easily, his cup clinking as he rests it back on its saucer, “regardless of how it is written, his points are extremely sophisticated.”

“I’m not talking about the quality of his points, I’m talking about how well he makes them accessible,” you say at once, picking up a piece of toast and buttering it lightly, “he can have the best criticisms of Magical Theory in the world and no one will care if they can’t understand what he’s saying.”

Tom arches a brow and leans forward on the table, resting on his forearms. “You’re placing the responsibility of understanding an argument on the person presenting it, and not the person receiving it,” he says fluidly, “personally when I find something difficult to understand, I take it as an indicator that I need to return to the topic after better preparing myself.”

“That works fine as an individualistic perspective,” you reply at once, leaning forward to match him, “but a book isn’t written for an individual, is it? It’s written for an audience. A book like this is measured by how wide an audience it can reach, meaning the responsibility is half on him to write accessibly, and half on the audience to go away and fill the holes in our own understanding. That’s when information is dispersed most effectively.”

“Your priority is the dispersion of information as a whole and not the expansion of your personal field of knowledge, and that is the crux of our differing opinion,” Tom says, sitting up straighter and tilting his head calmly.

“I am very aware,” you say dryly, “but you shouldn’t dismiss the importance of charisma when it comes to spreading information. After all, academics aren’t exactly known to be the most charismatic people most of the time, so you end up with intelligent, useful tomes that are utterly incomprehensible to most people –” you nod at the text again, “whilst compelling idiotic drivel is widely consumed.”

The Daily Prophet lands with a thump on your breakfast plate as the delivery owl swoops away with a mournful hoot, and you share a pointed, very wry look with Tom.

Tom breathes a little laugh and laces his fingers around his cup. “So you’re not looking forward to Magical Theory, then.”

“I am,” you amend, frowning, “I just hope the class follows more like Waffling’s work than this.”

“Of course you like Waffling,” Tom smirks, lifting his cup, “he effectively writes in verse –”

Tom suddenly freezes, his brow furrowing lightly. You raise a brow at his sudden reaction. “What?”

He looks down at his tea, still frowning.

“Tom?” you prompt, bemused.

“Someone has attempted to drug me,” he says in complete seriousness, looking up at you.

You stare back, bewildered. “Is… is this more Tom humour?” you ask after a moment, “you seriously need more practice at making jokes, Tom, you really are terrible at it –”

“I’m not joking,” Tom interrupts crisply.

Your scrutiny drops to the cup in his hand. “How can you tell?”

“My tea smells like you.”

Your brows raise. “Excuse me?”

“My tea,” he repeats evenly, his dark eyes coming alight with a flicker of amusement as he leans closer, his cup still in one hand, “rather suddenly smells like you. I can only assume someone has managed to slip Amortentia into my cup sometime during this conversation.”

You blink at him. “Oh,” you say simply.

Tom’s lips curve into a more defined smirk at your expression.

“Well who’s trying to drug you then?” you ask quickly, looking away.

“An excellent question,” he says silkily, eyes still on you. “Their motive is hardly a mystery, so that should narrow it down.”

You roll your eyes and level him with a flat look. “Nothing could narrow it down less, Tom,” you drawl, “half the school is in love with you, and the other half is in denial about being in love with you.”

Tom arches a brow and looks very pleased with himself. “Should I drink it and we can find out?” he asks in amusement, lifting the cup.

You huff a laugh and take a bite of your toast. “Go on then, but don’t expect any sympathy from me when you’re pouring your heart out to some random stranger in front of the whole school a minute from now.”

His hand freezes with the rim of his cup an inch from his mouth, amusement faltering.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk. “If you want to play it that way you’re going to have to be smarter than that.”

“Oh?” he asks, dark eyes narrowing. “And what would you suggest?”

“If someone drugged you during this conversation then they’re probably watching for your reaction,” you say casually around bites of your toast, “so just look out for someone who’s waiting for you to dramatically break up with me.”

“According to you, that would be the entire school,” Tom mutters, looking significantly more disgruntled than before.

A grin slowly builds on your face. “That was nearly a real joke, Tom,” you say ironically, “Merlin you’ve come so far…”

He shoots you a flat glare and you snicker. “Alright, sorry, I’ll stop – look, if I storm out of here looking upset and you act all conflicted and brooding for the rest of the day, whoever it was will probably try to come talk to you.”

“How theatrical,” Tom deadpans.

You shrug. “Do you want to know who drugged you or not?”

His eyes remain on yours for a moment, and then he lifts the tea to his lips. You watch him pretend to drink, your eyes lingering on the tea glistening on his lips as he lowers the cup.

“Don’t lick your lips,” you say quietly, not quite able to look away.

Tom’s other hand shifts slightly where it’s resting on the table between you, and the tea vanishes both from his lips and the cup. You give him another dry look. “Show off,” you accuse, smiling, “wandless and non-verbal, huh?”

“If you ask nicely, I’ll teach you how to do it,” he smirks.

You huff a laugh and slide Corpus Magikus back into your bag. “I should make my dramatic exit soon,” you say casually, finishing your toast and looking around the hall absently. “Perhaps we should have a fight first.”

“That would make it more convincing, yes,” he says delicately, still looking amused.

“What shall we fight about?"

Tom’s expression immediately cools and he leans in so close that you can see the patterns in his dark irises. “The content doesn’t matter,” he says smoothly, a glimmer in his eyes despite his utterly blank expression, “rather, the articulation.”

You hold his gaze for a second, fighting the urge to smile. You force yourself to stand suddenly, as if he’s said something of great offence. “I’ve never seen you so quickly converted to my opinion, Tom,” you say icily, leaning down to him over the table and hoping it looks like you’re angry.

“You made your argument very convincingly,” Tom says immediately, lifting his chin coolly.

“Actively demonstrating my point, I suppose,” you snap, standing straight. “I’m going to storm out now.”

“I’ll see you in class,” he says dismissively, pouring himself more tea.

You turn on your heel and leave, ignoring the curious eyes following you on your way out and not letting the smile break on your face until you’re well outside the Hall. Now all you have to do is wait.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Amelia Staghart,” Tom says in your ear before swiftly sitting down next to you in Potions that afternoon.

You raise a brow at him, watching as he arranges his Potions kit on the desk – Staghart is sitting a few desks behind you at that very moment and can most definitely see the both of you. “Are we no longer having a fight?”

“I grew tired of that pretence rather quickly,” Tom says curtly.

You smirk. “Did she talk to you?”

“Yes.” He looks decidedly irritated.

“A lot, huh.”

He shoots you a glare and you bite back another smile. “Are you going to report her then?” you ask, writing the date out on your parchment.

“No,” Tom says softly. You glance up curiously at his tone and find his dark eyes watching you write, before they flick up to yours. “I can think of a more pertinent retribution for her to endure,” he finishes quietly, not looking away.

“Retribution?” you echo, arching a brow with a slight smile. “And you accuse me of being theatrical.”

But Tom only leans closer and – to general astonishment – places a very gentle kiss on your cheek. His lips linger soft and warm on your skin for a moment as you’re frozen in place, staring at him as he slowly draws away an inch. His eyes roam your face as you blink in surprise, his lips curving into another humorous smile at your expression when there’s a sudden SMASH from behind you.

The entire class turns from where they’ve been staring wide-eyed at Tom’s display of affection to see Staghart’s inkwell knocked asunder on her desk, spreading black ink across the wood and dripping down to the floor, her eyes wide and her expression thunderstruck as she stares at you.

“Clean that up at once, Staghart!” Slughorn says disapprovingly as he strides into the room. “I certainly hope your clumsiness does not extend through today’s lesson – we’re brewing poisons today, class!”

Staghart goes red as the rest of the students titter and chatter, furiously glaring at the pool of ink dripping into her lap. 

You glance at Tom and share a silent look of amusement before the two of you simultaneously turn back to your notes, still smirking.

[saphirered]

Hey! May I ask for another Traveler fic, were reader is another lesser Deity who is a sort of Valkyrie/Grim Reaper who's just a total badass ( who often saves Arty lol) but they 're just a big teddy bear who likes puns! I just love this sort of dynamic lol Thank you!

Sorry for the wait! Hope you like my absolutely atrociously cheesy puns. Kind of starting to like writing for this chaos fey. 😘

From around the corner the green hooded figure releases a spark of divine magic. Nothing like a little miracle, though he was summoned and this little spark went to his most loyal acolyte. Who the hell is he kidding? He’s got a weakness for the girl. She made him who he is. She deified him, he just never bothered to correct her. He’s taken that title, taken that crown and worn it with pride and well, he was just bored and the adoration sounded like fun. Not much else to it than a god-complex and self confidence because one doesn’t get where he did without a little risk and reward. The downside of that is that now he has disciples yapping in his ears day and night and it’s getting annoying. He’d just try to ignore it normally but after an eventful day, when he heard that tiefling beg for his help, he wasn’t going to deny her. He wasn’t going to let his best girl hanging. He’d expand most of his resources for her and he was running out for the day when he popped over, lend that power and got stranded in this shithole of a city in Xhorhas, to say he’s less than pleased is an understatement.

Severely disgruntled and regretting the decisions he’d made for a millisecond he ran, hoping he wasn’t spotted Artagan moves on. Can you imagine, someone of his stature running and hiding in the shadows instead of just snapping his fingers and disappearing in godly grace? It’s a tragedy and now he has to wait here too until his powers restore and he can go back to that far off beach somewhere. This dream is quickly crushed by footsteps falling in line with him. His appearance changes to better blend into the crowds and he knows very well the individual strolling up beside him carries their own disguise. He’s not so easily fooled and stares right through the illusion. Benefits of the origins he’d chosen to discard for the sake of his divine story. Nevermind he mutters curses under his breath. 

“Looks like you’re in need of a break. How about dinner? Breakfast? Lunch?” Artagan can’t argue with you there, he could do with some food though he doubts anything worth eating could be found in a place like this. Perhaps you’d share that sentiment and offer to save him from this hell and get him to that beach of his. 

“There’s this place around the corner.” You continue, looping your arm through his. He didn’t offer. You just did. Kiss his cheek while you’re at it. The gestures feel wholly belittling to him. Like you know what he’s been up to. “It’s called Karma. You’ll love it. Serves exactly what you deserve.” 

“I am sorely disappointed in you. That’s terrible.” Artagan deadpans like you didn’t notice the slight hint of his lips curling up before he turned it to utter disappointment in your poor excuse of a pun. Okay maybe it was decent but he’s not going to tell you that. 

“And that’s mildly offensive. I’m amazing! You could get as lost in my words as you could in my eyes. I’m so captivating.” When you get the archfey to facepalm and halt your walk, you grin victoriously. 

“Please, if you are to torment me with your horrible attempts of jokes, kindly leave me to suffer on my own.” Artagan untangles his arm from your grip and walks into the nearest alley, leaning against the wall. You follow, perching yourself on a stack of crates. You clasp your hands together, leaning your lower arms on the curved blade of your scythe and dangle your leg a foot above the ground while the other is bend at the knee. You sit there in silence, or at least sort off. You can’t help yourself from being a little shit and whistle, nudge your heel against the wooden crate, the tiny things are are definitely just slightly annoying. You know exactly what you’re doing. 

“I killed some plotting nagpas, you know. Was quite the fight. Earned some more favour with the Raven Queen. Kind of good to have a decent working relationship when you reside over the same domains.” You pick your nails, like it was nothing. It was quite something. It was epic. You slew the traitors, had them screaming for an end. Queenie wanted them to suffer, she got it. They were marked for death, two birds one stone right? Artagan rolls his eyes. 

“Oh please don’t tell me you’re jealous because I’m making friends with the big guys.” 

“On the contrary, darling. Over confidence, arrogance, a view of right and wrong that applies to all those who worship you except for yourself, an obsession with power, twisted morals, impossibly high standards and a never ending need for people to praise you. You fit right in.” Your expression hardens, so does his as you look him straight in the eye. You jump from your crates, hold your scythe tightly, allowing the pommel to hit the ground with a loud thud for every other step you take until you’re face to face. Your hand reaches out, fingers grazing his cheek, along his jawline, over his pointed ear. No response. Your staring match remains unbroken. Your appearance shifts to what you know his true features to be, even if he can see it’s an illusion, he’d still know. 

“Must be hard saying those things to yourself?” He raises an eyebrow in question at your comment. “Is this what we call progress? All it took was a little self reflection.” He snorts. Good enough for you. With that you take his hand and drag him out of the alley. 

“Where are we off to?” Artagan hesitates even asking at this point. 

“Off to find a drink and get your boots cleaned because, darling, you should be ashamed.” You glance down at the dirt and grime covered boots. Now it’s his turn to use what little remnants of his magic are left and make himself appear as you; covered in dirt and grime and blood, there’s even some still splattered on your cheek. It’s certainly a look. 

“Self reflection.” He does his best impression of you and it’s not half that bad. You laugh and with a wave of your hand the two of you pop off. At least you both have a preference of the beach. He doesn’t know why given you’re prone to wearing what best fits your divine duties; black and some varying shades of grey that might once have been black but are no longer. Some accents of red are not out of the question but he’s noticed you have recently been sporting an emerald green ribbon among your attire. He has to say, he likes it. Could do with more green though. 

It isn’t long after you find your way to that beach you’re both several brightly coloured drinks in, fancy glasses in hand, little umbrellas decorating them, and discussing the recent events; your travels, Artagan’s clout building and annoyances with the responsibilities of being a deity and so on. You’re having fun. The sun is getting lower in the sky. You’ve been drinking for a few hours and haven’t stopped. This was a good time off and the only way the two of you could stay remotely drunk before the alcohol would wear off. So much for an immunity to poison… 

“-so there she is, dangling from the Platinum Dragon’s statue in his temple and the chase begins. Her little goblin friend- who’s another case you’d love to uncover, decides to be the distraction. Of course it goes horribly, imitated the keeper of the temple, blinked through the guards’ grasp and somehow made it out without being caught. They’re still scrubbing off the paint from that statue.” With a little magic he lets the scene play out in illusory lights as you both laugh at the immature cartoonish depiction and reactions of the juvenile caricatures. 

“You’ve definitely been busy while I’ve been away.” You finish your drink. 

“Well what else was I supposed to do when you asked me to make trouble for the both of us? I’m a creature of my word.” He places his hand over his heart as if hurt or insulted but the grin on his face says otherwise

“Right to the very dot too.” With that Artagan finishes his own drink and sighs. “What? Divinity becoming a bit too much for you?” You give him a look that earns an eye roll. He can’t help the blabbering is becoming too much. 

“‘Traveler, please hide me from my enemies. Traveler, help me exchange the sugar for salt. Traveler, free me from the guards. Traveler, Traveler, Traveler. Can’t I have a moment to myself?” He buries his head in his hands, exasperated. You nudge his knee with your leg and he looks between his fingers. You mention towards the sunset, sympathetic smile on your face though there’s something to it.

“You know, they say light travels much faster than sound.” He waits to see where this is going as the server exchanges your empty glasses and leaves you two again. Artagan takes his and sips it. Not too bad. Bit sweet for his tastes. Biter sweet, like him, you’d say. He avoids snickering to himself. You’ve been a horrid influence. Before he knows it his trickery will suffer under your terrible sense of humour. 

“Perhaps that’s why I thought you were a bright one until you opened your mouth to speak.” He finishes for you, cringing internally. He’s definitely suffering under your effects. 

“Rude! You stole my joke!” You kick at his knee but he easily catches your foot and gives you a ‘try me’ look so instead you just cross your arms and huff before your features soften again. “But to answer your question; your acolytes are like the sun, you might not always see them but they’re there. They’ll be annoying you every day for as long as your divine story lives on and spreads. What might be a couple hundred now might grow out into thousands in a handful of years. You chose to become the Traveler, you’ll have to put up with the not so fun parts too.” He supposes you know what you’re talking about. You sigh, think for a second and continue.

“Or alternatively you could present a narrative that allows you to be slacking on the job without the loss of the benefits and adoration godhood brings through some grand scheme that is doomed to fail and end in disaster.” You said this as a joke, by the looks of it Artagan is actually considering it so quickly you back track.

“That is not half as bad of a plan. Needs some tweaking of course but so does any early concept.” He deliberates, you can already see the cogs turning in his head and you’re afraid for his terrible sense of judgement, irresponsibleness and of course general lack of awareness of the consequences to his actions. 

“No. No no no. Nuh-uh. Arti, you know what happened last times you messed with these types of things. It never ends well.  Need I remind you of the Wodenna disaster? I swear I will not be pulling your ass out of yet another self-inflicted catastrophe!” You threaten pointing an accusatory finger at the archfey who grins at your comments.

“I’ve heard that one several times before.” He retorts and you’re not even surprised. He’s right. Despite whatever reckless chaos he’d worm himself into, you’d always be there to pull him out. No matter what, you still would. You’ve not lasted through centuries together for nothing. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to tease him relentlessly for his mistakes. 

“Will ignorance and apathy really be your downfall? I expected better from you.” You jab back with a trademark grin to match Artagan’s. You raise your glass, so does he.

“I don’t know and I don’t really care.” You suppose you did walk into that one that’s on you. He clinks his glass with yours and you can’t be mad about it but definitely take a big sip. You need more of this lousy alcohol. 

“I hate you.” You grumble over the rim of your glass. He winks. 

[glassartpeasants]

Okay okay! Is like some reverse comfort fic? For overhaul?

Like, before he lost his arms, how about he is dealing with a lot of pressure from pops, yakuza business and etc but he feels like the overwhelming crushing anxiety is normal because you know? He is not exactly in touch with his feelings so-

But then one day just BOOM he is crying out of extress without even knowing, he just notices the paper or even his pants get wet with tears and he is like "wtf??" and the female reader goes to comfort him somehow?

Ah i don't get fluff often so excuse me if it's trash lol

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Title: Comfort

Warnings: Fluff, angst

A/N: sorry that is short, fluff is kinda hard for me

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Stress.

It seems to be talking over his life to the point it feels like he’s dying. The crushing thought of letting Pops down, knowing that one day he’ll be the head of the Shie Hassakai, and everything else in between.

He couldn’t tell anyone about it. Why would he? It’ll make him look weak. Like he won’t be able to handle being the boss, and he certainly doesn’t want to look weak in front of Pops.

Last but not least, you. He’d met you a year ago while walking past a park. He remembers it was extremely windy out as a storm was about to role in. If it weren’t for the fact that a mask landed in front of his feet.

*Flashback*

“Oh my god im so sorry! I took it off to take a drink of my water and it flew off my face!” You go to pick up the mask but sighed once you realized how dirty it had gotten. You go to the nearest garbage can and throw it in there before pulling out another mask from your pocket, quickly putting it on. You started to walk over to him after putting a decent amount of hand sanitizer on your hands.

“Sorry for such the terrible introduction, my names (L/N) (Y/N). Pleased to meet you sir.” It was weird. He’s never seen someone so obsessed with cleanliness as he was. 

“Your mask is super cool. I just have to ask if it’s really capable to block out germs? If so i might just have to get one myself!” He didn’t know what to say. Normally people would send him weird glances and ask him about it in a rude manner but you, you understood.

“Yes it is. I personally had it handcrafted to do such thing. I’m glad someone finally gets it. Also, My name is Overhaul.” He couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle once he saw a little sparkle in your eye.

“ Such a unique name. And it’s always nice having people that understand. People are always asking me why wear a mask? Or don’t you get hot? I rather be hot that infected with everyone’s germs. I don’t know if someone has some sort of random disease that incurable yet! I mean i guess it doesn’t help that my quirk is literally about cleaning.”

Oh so you had a quirk...that’s...unfortunate-

“Anything I touch instantly turns clean. Most people would say its nice to have such a quirk but it sucks cause it makes me itch every time i have to touch something dirty. I had recently ran out of disposable gloves and the place i get them usually was out of stock. Honestly, I rather have no quirk than this quirk.” To say Overhaul was shocked was an understatement. You would give up your quirk just like that? No questions asked?

Something inside him bubbled up in a strange emotion he’s never felt before. You seemed just to perfect to be true. You understood the need for everything to be clean, you hated quirks as much as he did, you thought his mask was cool. You were the first one he ever had the thought of if someone where to ask who do you respect the most.

“I understand completely. It would be painful knowing you had to touch dirty things to make them clean. I would lose my mind.” Your face scrunched up into a smile before asking him a question that made his heart beat a little to hard.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

*Flashback over*

You were perfect for him and he was perfect for you. It couldn’t be any better! But that’s what got him the most. You were so perfect and he was afraid one slip up would cause him to lose you and lose everything he worked hard for. It felt like he was so close to losing it that he would stay up all night, fearing for the worst.

It didn’t help that every time he sat in his office, all he would hear is, Overhaul this or Overhaul that. it was driving him to insanity. It felt like the world was against him and he just didn’t know what to do anymore. Sitting in his office just caused his anxiety about the future to sky rocket.

And yet here he was, sitting in his office doing paperwork.

It was surprising as this had never happened before. While he was working on the papers, a sudden wet spot fell onto the papers. And then a few more being to drop on the papers. Overhaul let go of his pen before touching his face, only to feel water rolling down his face. He didn’t knwo what was going on until you opened the door to bring him his tea. Once you saw him you quickly set down the tea and ran over to his side, asking him what was wrong and how you could fix it.

Without any thought and only going off of impulse, Overhaul grabbed your body before hiding his face in your chest. It surprised you to say the least but you quickly understood why. You let out a sigh before hugging him back and petting the top of his hair. Telling him that it’s okay.

But it wasn’t okay. He was so afraid of letting everyone down that the tears kept flowing and he didn’t know how to stop them. He just let them fall and drench your shirt. But you didn’t seem to mind as all your did was kiss the top of his head and rub his back and run your fingers through his hair. 

Overhaul picked you up before putting you on his couch where he laid on top of you, just to hold you as tight as he could while cuddling into you more. Just wanting to be in your presence for a little bit longer. You continued your methods to calm him down and before you knew it, you could hear him steadily breathing, indicating he had fallen asleep. 

You didn’t want to wake him and you knew he would be extremely vulnerable at this time, you did what you could.

And that was lay there and made sure he knew you would always support him and be there for him every step of the way.

[merrybandofmurderers]

finally finished the book club chapter! the last time i posted a snippet from this, i didn't even have cole's dialogue finished lol

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It was perhaps his greatest shame, but Dorian eventually surrendered to Cassandra’s literary demands. Whenever he wasn’t in the field, she subjected him to regular meetings for her beloved book series. Cole, inexplicably, joined them; apparently spirits could read, though Dorian couldn’t guess what about the story appealed to him.

Personally, Dorian was certain the books were slowly sapping away his intelligence, but they were oddly addictive. Messy in the way that was hard to look away from. In any case, it wasn’t a terrible way to spend time—though Dorian wouldn’t admit that even under pain of death.

“You’ve been abnormally quiet, Dorian,” Cassandra said.

Before Dorian could reply, Cole chimed in, “Thoughts folded over, layers and layers, a labyrinth of lips—”

“You’re holding your book upside down, Cole,” Dorian interrupted loudly.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose. As usual, the three of them had convened in Cassandra’s quarters above the armory, and as usual, Dorian wondered if this would be the time he finally snapped and murdered one of them.

Cassandra cleared her throat. “As I was saying. Dorian?”

“It’s fine, Cassandra.” He took a sip of his wine. “Now, the last chapter—”

“The thief is in love with Ser Jerren,” Cole said.

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But Varric—”

“No spoilers!” Cassandra cried, clutching the book to her chest.

“Ser Jerren doesn’t love her back.”

“Cole,” Dorian said slowly, “you remember you agreed not to read ahead through Varric’s thoughts.”

He pouted. “I want them to be happy.”

“They’re not real, Cole.”

Cole looked at him, wide-eyed and unblinking, from under the brim of his hat. “You are.”

“What?”

“The Inquisitor has been less irritable of late,” Cassandra continued, undeterred. “But you’re sullen.”

Dorian narrowed his eyes. “Why does it sound like you’re insinuating something?”

“I’m just curious if you actually made up or not.”

“Made—we weren’t fighting!”

“Well, something was making him unpleasant—”

“He’s always unpleasant to you—”

“It’s cold so close to the sky,” Cole said suddenly. “The Iron Bull is welcoming, warm, will carry them when they’ve had too much to drink. It’s a better bed than the one bequeathed with the title.”

“Cole—”

“What—” Cassandra started.

“—please.”

“Iron Bull?” Cassandra asked. “But I thought—” Her mouth snapped shut.

“Thought what?” Dorian demanded.

She squinted at him. “Then why was the Inquisitor being unpleasant?”

Cole’s mouth opened, and Dorian grabbed the hem of his ridiculous hat and pulled it down over his face. “Lavellan does not need you spreading his personal feelings around without his consent!”

“They’re deep,” Cole said, readjusting his hat. “Like roots reaching into the earth. It’s hard to hear past the mark, but they’re very loud.”

“Is that why you are being unpleasant now?” she asked.

“Excuse you, but I am always the most pleasant of company—”

“Yes,” Cole said.

“Cole! I am going to feed your hat to Leliana’s ravens if you don’t stop that.”

“Ravens don’t eat hats.” His head tilted. “Do they?”

“No,” Cassandra assured him before turning her sights back on Dorian. “He’s really with Iron Bull?”

Dorian bristled. “Don’t ask me! What they get up to is none of my business.”

Cassandra looked extremely dubious. “I just thought, well, that the two of you were… close.”

“We are close.” He sniffed. “We’re friends.”

Cassandra muttered something into her wine glass, then said, “Have you talked to the Inquisitor about it?”

“Why no, it hadn’t occurred to me—” he scoffed “—of course we’ve talked, what kind of question is that?”

“A reasonable one, I think, considering the betting pool Varric’s had going since you arrived.”

“About me and the Inquisitor?” Dorian’s gut clenched at the thought of it. “Venhedis but that man will take bets for anything.” Lavellan had brushed off the rumors before, but Dorian could not help the icy fear that came with knowing they were being talked about.

“It’s the same story,” Cole said. “The elf, honest and honor-bound—the mage, home-lost and hopeful. They dance, daring and daunted by turns, but they end the story entwined.”

Dorian stiffened. “The Champion’s relationship only seems pre-destined because Varric wrote it down after the fact. But real people aren’t characters, and relationships don’t come with a predictable ending.”

Quiet settled on them, taut and awkward. Cole stroked the edges of the pages, face shadowed by his hat. Cassandra had a complicated expression, brow wrinkled and lips pursed.

“Now,” Dorian continued determinedly, “about this last chapter—”

“Yes, the Knight-Captain misunderstood Jerren’s intentions and arrested the wrong suspect.” Her eyes bored meaningfully into Dorian’s.

Dorian sighed, long-sufferingly, and drained his glass.

“It’s like a puzzle,” Cole said. “The pieces laid with care, but you’re creating different pictures.”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Thank you for the insight, Cole, but it’s hardly so poetic. People change, feelings change. The vagaries of life, et cetera.”

“Feelings,” Cassandra mused. “And you… talked about this? When?”

Dorian gestured vaguely. “Recently. I don’t know. A few days?”

“It comes to a head, his head hangs from his shoulders. It burns like bile in the throat. But you swallow it because he reaches out to you. Refusing his hand would be like slicing off your own.”

“For Andraste’s sake, Cole. It’s hardly that big of a deal—and it’s no one’s business by ours!”

“The Inquisitor certainly likes to make it everyone’s business,” Cassandra grumbled.

“It is very loud,” Cole agreed.

Dorian huffed. “Well, I can’t control what the Inquisitor does, but that doesn’t give you leave to debate or—or bet on our private affairs.”

“So there was something private going on?”

“Venhedis, you are incorrigible. Is Varric not keeping you satisfied enough with this drivel?” He waved the book in her face.

She flushed but did not back down. “If there’s one thing the Inquisitor’s not, it’s discreet—”

“Yet somehow you didn’t know he was sleeping with Bull—”

“—and I think it was clear to everyone where you two were headed.”

“Well, we didn’t end up there! And that’s quite enough, Cole,” he snapped when he saw the spirit’s mouth open. Cole ducked his head, raising the book to hide his face. Dorian pinched the bridge of his nose and took several deep breaths.

Tentatively, Cassandra said, “I don’t mean to press you” —a blatant lie, but she sounded apologetic, at least— “but it’s obvious how the Inquisitor cares for you, and you spend so much time together…”

Maker preserve me, Dorian thought. “Look, maybe it was a possibility at some point, but it’s not now. And yes, we talked about it. So it’s fine. We’re friends.”

Cassandra looked dubiously to Cole who blinked back at her.

Dorian poured himself more wine. “Now, can we get back to destroying our collective intelligence with this book?”

“The thief should tell Ser Jerren how she feels.”

“We just went over this, Cole.”

“When you say you ‘talked’,” Cassandra said, and Dorian resisted the urge to throw his book at her, “what exactly did you discuss?”

Maker strike me down. Of course, the Maker did not heed his prayer, so he had to come up with an answer. “Oh, you know, us. Our feelings. What we wanted.”

“And you both decided to be friends.”

Dorian glared at her. “Yes.”

“And you’re… okay with that?”

The realization that Cassandra was persisting out of concern for him had his insides squirming, though he didn’t like knowing he had been so obvious. “Yes. I greatly value Lavellan’s friendship, and—” he took a deep breath “—it means much that he values mine.” That was the truth at the heart of it. Whatever his feelings about what they could have had, Lavellan’s friendship was the most important thing.

Cassandra still looked uncertain.

“Truly, Cassandra. I’m fine.”

She sighed. “I wish you well, then. I know I was not entirely… welcoming, but you’ve earned your place here. I wouldn’t see you unhappy.”

Dorian’s neck felt hot. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He cleared his throat. “And you, Cole.”

“Maybe Ser Jerren will love her back.”

“Oh, for—enough of that!”

“Until Varric writes it, it’s not canon,” Cassandra declared, picking up her glass. “Now, regarding the false arrest—”

Dorian took a gulp of his wine. It was an odd feeling, sitting with people who cared for him, however clumsily. To sit and discuss trashy literature and drink cheap wine and enjoy himself. Such a long way he’d come from laying in his uncomfortable cot in Haven, feeling out-of-place and unappreciated.

It wasn’t horrible.

~

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Marriage with a Spin - Loki x Reader - Words: 2,613

A/N: Enemies-ish to Relationship & Fake Relationship trope-ish LOL…Pic below is not mine but simply is for reference about rings...this was the best basis I could find 🤣 I'm using the Spin and Zero rings in this oneshot

Also! A big thanks for @ladylulu143 for helping my come up with a title and for proofreading this for me! 💖💖🤗🤗

"Alright, this is the latest alien artifact we have found," Steve said. He held up a gold ring with a small blue stone. "When on, the wearer can decelerate time around them, appearing to be at superspeed to those watching."

"So what's the deal now?" You asked. Tony brought a picture of another ring on the screen behind Cap.

"This recently popped up on our radar. By the readings we're getting from it, it seems to be related to this guy here. However, it's being held in this mansion," Tony said, clicking to the next picture. "Owned by billionaire Samuel Thatcher."

"So what am I doing here again?" Loki asked flippantly.

"Mr. Thatcher is holding a gala tomorrow night. You and Miss Y/L/N will be attending and will conveniently slip away at some point during the evening to retrieve the ring from his vault."

"Loki and me?" You exclaimed. "Why? Would you fit in much better at one of those swanky parties?"

"Everyone knows me, Y/N," Tony said, rolling his eyes.

"What about Steve then? He knows how to dance and be all proper! He's from the 40's for goodness sake!"

"Have you ever seen me try to fit in at one of those, how did you say it, swanky parties?" Steve asked with a smirk. "You two have enough class to fit in. Besides, the vault is secured by a fingerprint and retinal scan. The only person here who could pull that off is Loki."

"That is true," Loki replied with a smirk.

"Fine. What time is it?" You groan.

"6pm tomorrow," Steve answered. You nodded and got up to leave. "Oh! And one more thing!" You turned around suspiciously and saw an unnerving smile plastered across the face of America's Golden Boy. "You're going as Mr. & Mrs. Hank and Audrey Williams."

"Mister and Misses?" You both exclaimed. Steve nodded and Tony was smirking.

"Don't forget this!" Tony said, tossing the ring to you.

"Is this supposed to be my wedding ring?" You asked sarcastically.

"Actually no," Steve said. "It would seem that the ring only works on the right middle finger."

"Great. So what am I supposed to do about this?" You asked, wriggling your left fingers.

"No need to worry, darling," Loki replied. He waved his hand and a beautiful gold and emerald wedding band appeared on your finger. "Now, shall we go to my room and prepare for the rest of this delightful mission?" He asked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice.

"Of course, my dear," You replied, rolling your eyes.

The next day, Loki came to your room at about 3 in the afternoon. "What do you want, Loki?" You growled, quite annoyed that he was bothering your 'me-time'.

"Change into your uniform and meet me in my room in 5 minutes. We need to prepare." He turned to walk away but you grabbed his arm.

"Why? We should be resting before our mission tonight! I thought we already did all our planning yesterday!"

"Tactical, yes. But not practical." He once again turned away and started down the hallway. You groaned and ran after him.

"What do you mean practically? We get fancied up, we go, we get the ring, we leave. If we get in any sort of confrontation, we fight and then we leave! Simple!"

"What are you going to wear?"

"Well I can't show up in tactical so I have this old party dress. It's not perfect but it'll do I guess."

"No it will not. Where will you put your weapons? What if you need to run? Or fight?" Loki listed off his objections quickly and tutted at you. "No, no. That simply will not do."

"Well what do you suggest, oh great fashion god," You replied sarcastically. Loki rolled his eyes and waved his hand. "Oh my!" You gasped. He'd transformed your current outfit into a lovely floor length, emerald green dress. He even outfitted you with jewelry!

"And I can do the same with your-what did you call it? Tactical gear?"

"Ok, ok," you chuckled. "Thank you. I really appreciate it." You smiled genuinely and, for a moment, you thought he would return the sentiment. But he kept his disinterested demeanor and whooshed away the dress.

"I'll return it later when you're ready. You will need to do your own hair and makeup." You nodded and headed back to your room till the evening.

That night, you stood at your mirror adding the finishing touches to your mascara when suddenly there was noise beside you. Jumping in surprise, you accidentally smeared the mascara on your face. "Loki!" You exclaimed, seeing the mischievous prince standing in your room. "You scared me!"

"Well, I am naturally terrifying." You rolled your eyes and turned back to the mirror to fix your face.

"There! All done," You announced. "Well, with the exception of my dress and-" Before you could even finish he had cast his illusion upon your clothing.

"Enough with your blathering. Let's go."

"Hmph. And here I had hope you'd finally removed your head from your-"

Later at the Gala, Loki was being the perfect gentleman. Very suave and debonair. You were impressed. Of course you had to play your part too. You were smiling at his side, holding his arm. You both mingled for a while, trying to get a feel of the room, before he asked if you wished to dance. A bit surprised, you simply nodded. He whisked you out to the dance floor gracefully and pulled you close.

"The vault is downstairs. We need to find an excuse to slip out soon," He whispered to you.

"What if I pretend to be ill?" You offered.

"Someone would undoubtedly take you upstairs to one of the bedrooms to rest. That is the opposite of what we're trying to accomplish."

"But what if I'm afraid of heights?" You countered. He quirked an eyebrow at you and chuckled lowly.

"That is a terrible idea. Only you would think of it."

"I don't know whether to be insulted or flattered. And I think the problem is I have really fantastic bad ideas." He smirked and shook his head in disbelief.

"At least you own up to it," He teased. You grinned, unable to help yourself from staring at him. Though you were on a mission, he seemed so relaxed. This was definitely his element. "You're staring, my dear."

“You are very attractive. Therefore I will stare at you," You admitted. He blushed brightly and looked away but then his eyes lit up.

"I've got it!" He stepped back and led you off the dance floor towards the open bar. "Follow my lead," He hissed. "Would you get me a drink, sweet? You know what I like," He said, somewhat loudly.

"Of course, darling," You replied. When you returned with your drinks you noticed Loki was staring at a group of young women. They had noticed him too and were smiling back at him. "What are you looking at?" You asked innocently, handing him his glass.

"Oh nothing," He replied quickly, turning away. You made a point of following his previous line of sight and made eye-contact with the still giggling females.

"Nothing?" You yelled. "You call that nothing? You were flirting again! Staring at some other woman!"

"I find them very attractive. Therefore I will stare at them," He replied. You held back a laugh, realizing what gave him the idea. "You know how I am," He purred, trying to move closer to you again.

"Get away from me!" You yelled, stepping back and throwing your glass on the floor. This drew everyone's attention. "You disgust me, Hank. This was your last chance and you botched it up! I'm going home!" You turned on your heel and stormed out.

"Audrey! Audrey! Please wait!" He called out. He ran after you into the grand hallway where you were pretending to be searching for your keys. You both noticed the small collection of men, including Mr. Thatcher, who were watching you from the ballroom doors. "Please, darling, can't we discuss this?"

"At home," You finally said. He nodded and held the front door for you. You both stepped outside, out of view, and then you activated the ring. It felt weird, time slowing around you, but you moved past your surprise and got to work. You ran back into the ballroom and very carefully chipped a very important supporting piece of one of the ice sculptures on the table. Giving it a small tap, you then ran back out to the main entrance and positioned yourself just outside the doors where you could still have a view of the main hallway. You deactivated the ring and heard the crash of the ice. Immediately, the men looking into the hallway ran back in, leaving the hallway unwatched. You and Loki were now free to sneak back into the mansion.

"The vault is downstairs but only accessed here," Loki murmured, leading you to a hidden staircase.

"Typical," You chucked, only mildly surprised by the motif. When you got down there, you noticed there were three levels of security. A key, a fingerprint scanner, and a retinal scanner. "Oh great! How are we supposed to get through that?"

"Never fear, my darling," Loki replied with a smirk. "Remember why they chose me?" He then changed, taking on the appearance of the party's host, Mr. Thatcher. He quickly got past the fingerprint and retinal scan but the key was still needed. Changing back to himself, he said, "The guards have keys."

"There are guards down here?" You whisper-yelled. Loki rolled his eyes frustratedly but before he could reply you heard footsteps coming down the hall.

"Follow my lead!" Loki demanded.

"Wha-" Loki interrupted you with a kiss and pushed you against the wall. You gasped in surprise but you had to admit to yourself he was talented.

"What are you doing down here?" The guard exclaimed. Loki slowly pulled away from you with the guiltiest expression on his face. You knew it was fake of course, but the guard was tricked.

"Were we not to be here?" He asked, voice slightly higher than usual. "We were only trying to find a-" He paused, smirking slightly. "A more private location." The guard shook his head and chuckled.

"Whatever floats your boat, man," He replied. "But I would suggest exploring the upstairs bedrooms." He gave them both a little wave and headed back around the corner.

"I’m going to strangle you," You said as soon as the guard was out of earshot.

"Oh please! You can’t even reach my neck," Loki replied. You grabbed his tie and pulled him down, pretending to be moving for another kiss. However, you tapped his neck lightly and smirked.

"Gotcha!" You giggled quietly and then held out your hand. "Oh! And look what I got!" She held up the key ring for the door. "While you were busy embarrassing yourself, I used my telekinesis and got the key!"

"Of course you did! That was my plan all along," Loki replied.

"Pretending to love you is like a walk in the park. Jurassic Park," You grumbled. Loki grabbed your sides and growled in your ear as you opened the vault door. "You're so weird!" You hissed, walking in and trying to find the ring.

"And you’re so weird it’s attractive," He retorted, finding the box immediately and tossing it to you.

"Well, if I’m weird with you, I’m comfortable," You admitted. Loki looked at you in surprise but you just shrugged. "Look, you really piss me off sometimes, but," you paused. "Somehow I still like you."

"And I you, my dear," He replied. "Now as much as I would love to continue this discussion I do suggest you figure out how to use that thing and we get out of here!" You put on the ring, trying it on a few different fingers before you found the correct one.

"Ok, let's see what it does." When you activated it, it shot a cold blast at the shelf in front of you, encasing it in ice. "Cool!" You joked. Loki shook his head and grabbed your arm, trying to hurry out. Just as you got to the top of the stairs, you heard footsteps.

"Well well well," Mr. Thatcher growled, blocking your exit. A few of his goons stood behind him as well. "Mr. & Mrs. Williams was it? I don't think so," he sneered.

"Well, I don't think so either but we're not doing this today!" You shot them all with the ice and Loki shoved them out of the way. You both heard more footsteps down the hallway and looked at each other nervously. "Do you trust me?" You asked. Loki nodded.

"With my life." You gave him a tight smile and activated the Spin ring. You ran down the hallway and found where the other goons were at. You tried to use the Zero ring, with the ice powers, but found yourself unable to control it's aim.

"Well that's fantastic," you grianed. Rethinking your plan, you went back to get Loki. There was no way you'd both be able to get out of there at normal speed so you had one option. Lug Loki out yourself at super-speed.

"What the heck? Do you weigh 500 pounds or something?" You groaned when you couldn't pull or carry him. "Ok, last option. I hope this works," You muttered. You focused almost all your energy on moving Loki using your telekinesis. It was slow going, but at super-speed, you still would beat the bad guys. By the time you got him out the door to safety, you were exhausted. You immediately disengaged the ring and he looked around confused.

"How did I get here?"

"Talk later, run now," You gasped, trying to stop the dizziness that had overtaken you.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly. You were about to reply when you collapsed, simply too drained to continue.

When you woke up, you felt a cool cloth on your forehead and soft blankets around you. "Where am I?" You groaned.

"I brought you back to the tower. I told the Captain his debriefing could wait," Loki replied. You sat up slowly and looked around. Raising an eyebrow, you stared at Loki questioningly. "Yes, this is my room. I wanted to keep an eye on you while you recovered. I informed the Captain that those rings are very dangerous and should not be used. They obviously were too much for you to handle and-"

"It wasn't the rings," You interrupted. You looked away, somewhat embarrassed. "Well, I was still in super-speed, but I used my telekinesis to get you out. We probably would have been shot otherwise. It used a lot of my energy but it was worth it."

"Oh darling," Loki sighed, gently pushing a stand of hair off your face. "You-" He leaned forward, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead. "You're amazing. I never expected you or anyone to care so much for me!"

"Of course I care!" You replied. "Look, you still drive me insane with some of your tricks. But you're a good guy," You smiled.

"And you're a wonderful woman," He said. You grinned at him happily, still tired but already feeling much better. "So what do you think, should we give us a try?"

"Why not? It may be the first really fantastic bad idea of mine that works out!" Loki smiled and gave you a kiss. You sighed contentedly and leaned on his shoulder when you pulled away.

"Oh darling? One more thing. It was my idea."

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