#shay's mutterings

[bi-aragorn]

Ten Lines Tag Game

Rule: Share the first lines of your ten most recent fics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy--share anyway

Thankssss @prongsfootandco for the tag:) the first 7 of these are Witcher fics, rest of fandoms detailed as we go

1- The music was loud in this part of the house, and the lights dark, offering plenty of anonymity.

From Fuck, come on - Jaskier/Valdo sex party

2- Jaskier hadn’t been expecting to find a parcel on the bed when he got home.

From Only The Best For My Kitten - Eskel/ Jaskier pet play

3- Jaskier was perching on the window ledge, one leg dangling out into the cold night breeze, the other splayed casually along the length of the frame.

From Orange - just a very short piece about Jaskier

4- The first time it happened was the first night of spring break.

From In Which Geralt Is An Absolute Slut (Affectionate) - what it says on the tin, really

5- It had probably grown dark outside by now- not that Geralt either knew or cared.

From Another Drink - Geralt substance abuse angst

6- From experience, Jaskier knew that it was never fun being the one to end things.

From For Geralt - Jaskier post breaking up with Geralt

7- Valdo knew exactly how long it had taken Jaskier to write his final performance piece.

From His Own Reward - Valdo is a traitorous bastard in this one

8- Klaus was sprawled out across the sofa, fidgeting with a ring on his finger, twisting it back and forth, back and forth. 

From Missed This - Umbrella Academy fic, Klaus & Ben platonic cuddling

9- Mitchell tugged a strand of hair away from his face, pulling it out to the side, and letting it go again, frowning at the way the curl bounced back into place.

From The Trouble With Mirrors - Being Human fic, just soft George & Mitchell

10- It was a balmy summer’s day, and Scott and Vicky were curled up together on the hammock on her parents' back porch. 

From Clouds & Kisses - Monster Prom fic, Scott/Vicky making out

And I'll tag @kuripon @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kingeomer and @dapandapod and anyone else who wants to have a go

[shayberri789]

I love my family. Sometimes I swear they're the only people who truly get my sense of humor

[infunctional]

Break ups are the fucking worse, especially when I know I didn’t do anything wrong. 

“All I can do is love you hard, and let you go.”

[keehendrixx]

You Talk Too Much

dom!Terry! Terry Richmond x Black!Female Reader

Warnings: MDNI! this story is 18+!, Smut, a hint of BDSM, breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, oral (male receiving), P in V, solo masturbation, usage of b-word! Drug use, alcohol use.

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You honestly didn’t expect your legs to be hooked over this man’s shoulders as he consistently dug into your depths. His eyes staring into your soul as whimpers came from your lips. Tonight was supposed to be a good night with laughter, drinks flowing, dancing, ect. So how did you exactly end up in this position? Well you’re mouth got you in it in the first place.

Earlier that night

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You and Terry went out with a couple friends you’ve known since moving into town. At least all of you guys were in relationships so why not make it a couples night. As you all made your way into the bar, the drinks began to pour. Your friends and you made it to the bar and began chatting.

“Girl how you manage to get Terry ass out the house?” Shay asked.

“No, for real because he doesn’t even come out like that!” Your other friend, Anissa, replied.

You chuckled.

“Y’all I honestly had to bribe him with some head to get him to come”

The two ladies looked at each other and snickered.

“Well I be damned bitch!” Shay laughed.

As y’all ordered another round of shots, you kept catching glances at Terry who was surrounded by his own homeboys. The cloud of smoke circling him as he took a puff from the blunt he was smoking. If you weren’t in a room full of people and in public, you would’ve sat your pussy on his face right then and there. He looked so sexy inhaling that smoke and letting it back out.

Your friends snapped you out of your hornified trance. Shay and Anissa asked you a very interesting question. “How is Terry in the bedroom” they both said. Your eyes went wide, but you quickly regained yourself. You smirked. “A fucking animal”, you replied back.

“Details bitch, we need details.” said Anissa

Knowing that Terry isn’t for his business being out and the open, even if it’s you telling your friends, you begin rambling on about how dominant and controlling he is.

As you went on and on, you didn’t even notice Terry creeping up on you three. He heard every single word came out of your mouth. As he came and stood behind you, Shay and Anissa’s facial expressions changed and you caught wind of that. You asked what was wrong and the only thing they could do was nudge their heads forward towards you, indicating someone was behind you. You slowly turned around only to be meet with a pair of hazel eyes.

Terry stood there with one of his eyebrows raised and him looked down at you. Your body instantly grew hot and your panties became moist.

“Baby, I thought you were with the-”

Terry cut you off mid sentence.

“Save that shit, what was said babygirl?” He came close, almost pressing his built body against yours.

“N-Nothing.”

“I heard every word you said, now I’ma need for you to go be a good girl and go wait by the car. We got some talking to do.”

Without hesitation, you grabbed your purse and sprinted to the car, you didn’t even say bye to your friends. Stay and Anissa looked at each other and muttered “Oooh”.

As you stood at the car, you seen Terry exiting the building. He unlocked the doors and you got in the front seat as he got in the driver’s seat. He started the car and drove off. He keep his gaze forward as he drove and occasionally gave you the side eye. After what seemed minutes of silence you started talking.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was talk-”

“Did I say you could speak? You’ve done enough of that tonight, but I got something for that tho.”

If you could, you would’ve melted into the car seat.

“Matter fact, lift that dress up and slide them panties to the side and play with that puss.”

“Terry..”

“Now, I ain’t asking you, I’m telling you.” He gripped your inner thigh and pulled them apart.

You lifted from the seat a little allowing your dress to rise and you pulled your panties to where he wanted them. You took your thumb and begin rubbing your clit in slow circles, while your index and ring finger slipped inside of you.

“You better not moan or cum either, I’ma teach yo’ ass.”

Your juices flowed out of your hole like a waterfall as you bit your lip to keep from making a sound. Terry looked at you and back and the road, then at the mess you were creating.

“She wet as fuck, mama. That pussy wet for me?”

You didn’t answer.

“Answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Terry demanded.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You felt your orgasm coming and you began fingering your bundle of nerves faster, Terry noticed this and snatched your hand away.

“I said not to fucking cum!” He barked as you sighed.

Minutes later, he pulled into you two shared home. He cut the car and grabbed your face, turning it to him.

“You got 1 minute to be in the room, naked, and in the assumed position. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You scrambled out the car into the house damn near tripping up the stairs as you discarded your clothes. Terry walked in a little bit while after and came upstairs to the bedroom to find you on your knees.

“Such a pretty bitch and good girl for me.” He roughly grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

He rubbed your lips with his thumb as he began shredding his clothes. There he stood in all his glory, those ripped abs, strong arms with prominent veins popping out. Your eye’s traveled down further and they stopped at his thick, long dick.

He then tied your arms behind you.

“I want all mouth mamas, no fucking hands.”

“Gotta put this mouth you got to good use for a mouthy bitch like you. Open up.”

You opened your mouth and he leaned down to spit directly in yours. He tapped his dick on your tongue and he notches the broad head past your lips, groaning at the exquisite sensation of your tongue lapping at the sensitive underside. Slowly, inch by thick inch, Terry feeds more of his impressive length into the wet heat of your mouth, careful not to overwhelm you. You slightly gagged a little when you felt his tip touch the back of your throat.

“Nah, we ain’t doing that shit. Take it.” He gritted through his teeth.

Terry fucked your mouth as if you were a human fleshlight. You felt his saliva combing with yours and you took him deeper than you could possibly imagine. Spit pooled around your mouth and dripped onto your chest.

“Fuck, just like that.”, he praises breathlessly, his grip tightening slightly in your hair. “Take it deeper, gorgeous. Show me how well you can suck this big dick.” He grunted.

“Suck my fucking dick, just like that slut.”

“You such a nasty girl for Daddy and I love that.”

Terry felt is nut coming and held your head down as he released in your mouth.

“FUCKKKK!” He slipped out of your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

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Now here you are, legs over his shoulders as he gave you long deep strokes of absolute pleasure.

“Mhmm, fuck Daddy I can’t. It’s too much.” You moaned as you tried to pry him away from you. He snatched your arms away and hooked them over your head.

“You don’t ever tell me what you can’t do. You take what the fuck I give you.”

You were so out of it at this point, the only thing you cared about was cumming. Terry didn’t slow down on his thrusts either. This man was literally bringing you to oblivion and back. He lets your legs down and spread them back with both of his big hands, to the point they were touching your cheeks. You could feel his tip poking at your cervix and he pushed his on your lower abdomen, causing you to scream out.

“Daddy, please! Let me cum! I’ll be a good girl and I won’t open my mouth anymore.” You barely got out as your voice was going horse.

“I know you won’t, not after I’m done breaking ya lil’ ass in.”

Terry focuses his attentions on your clit, circling the sensitive bud with his thumb as your legs quake and shake. He hums in satisfaction, the pleasure coursing through both of your veins.

“Look at her, she just drippin’ all on these sheets. Creamy pretty ass pussy.”

He grabbed your face and made you look down at the mess you were creating all over his shaft. A thick white ring of cream that coated him and leaked on the bed.

You could feel your orgasm coming and he knew it.

“You wanna cum for me, don’t you?”

“Yessss, Daddy can I please cum?” You begged him.

“Wet that fat dick up baby, it’s yours.”

Your body shook uncontrollably as you came. Terry’s thrust grew sloppier but he pulled out and flipped you on all fours. He rubbed his tip against your wet folds, teasing you with it by pushing it in but not all the way. He spanked your ass until it was red and you had tears in your eyes.

“Daddy fuck me!” You screamed.

“Greedy fucking bitch!” Without warning, Terry lines up his rehardened cock and slams forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight heat in one powerful thrust. A low groan tears from his throat at the exquisite sensation of your walls clenching around him. “FUUCKK!”

The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room as Terry takes you hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with each forceful thrust. One large hand snakes around to roughly palm your bouncing tits while the other grips your hip, holding you steady for his relentless assault.

“Ouu fuck me! Fuck me with that big dick baby!”

Terry snarls in feral approval at your shameless begging, doubling his efforts to pound into your sopping pussy with animalistic fervor. The headboard slams against the wall with each brutal thrust, the entire bed shaking from the force of his passion.

Releasing your hip, Terry brings his hand down in a stinging slap to your jiggling ass cheek before reaching around to furiously rub tight circles over your aching clit. The dual stimulation proves too much, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through your core.

“Cum on this dick, now!”

Your orgasm ripples through you like a tsunami.

“I’m finna nut in this pretty puss. Knock yo’ ass up! Make you round with my baby.”

“Cum in me big daddy! Please, I want your babies! UGHHH!”

With a guttural moan, Terry hilts himself one final time, grinding against your cervix as his dick throbs and pulses inside you. He buries his face between your shoulder blades, panting heavily as he rides out the intense waves of his release.

“Shit, fuck... so fucking good.” He grunts, hips twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. Terry pulls out, his softening member slipping free with a gush of combined fluids. He strokes himself a few times, aiming his tip away from your body as the last spurts of cum paint your lower back and ass.

“Next time, don’t open your mouth so damn much.”

A/N: this was my first time writing so go easy on me yall 😭.

@dxddykenn @writingsbytee @beenathembo @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @jimmybutlrr @theogbadbitch @kaylaahisthebestest- @theblacklewinsky @vivaalenaa @theereina @peachbuttetfly @callme-lover @pocketsizedpanther @nayaesworld @kimuzostar @episodes-ff @hxneyclouds @planetblaque @lrryss-vghn @luuvprincess

[muldermuse]

An Unlikely Hero (ex boyfriend!Billy Butcher x reader)

this is going to be a multi part series!!! i love exboyfriend!butcher and he is on my mind constantly. if u would like to read more about him here’s some more posts! if you wanna talk about him pls send me your thoughts ❤️ dividers by @saradika ❤️

part one: the first date

OR

the first time you meet Billy Butcher

You swore to yourself that this was the last Tinder date you’d subject yourself to. Last week, you matched and met with Jack who had a Homelander sleeve tattoo and cried to you about how hard it was to be a ‘true American’ nowadays.  The week before that, it was Shay who seemed sweet but kept trying to ply you with drinks and invite you back to his place (he bragged that his ‘folks were out of town’, which would be impressive if you were a hell of a lot younger than you actually are). This week’s date is named Harry and he’s just not right for you. You thought it over texts but as soon as you sat down with him tonight; it was confirmed. It’s not even like you have a great previous relationship as a point for comparison, all romantic love has been fleeting and, with how things are going currently, you imagine it always will be.

It's a few hours later and Harry’s suddenly a lot drunker than you. You’ve moved from the overpriced restaurant to your favourite bar. The drinks are questionable in that they’re both incredibly cheap and very strong. You grab two stools at the bar which is overwise empty, apart from one man nursing a whiskey. You’re sure Harry’s drunker than you because he’s currently sobbing into his craft beer about how he hasn’t felt a connection with anyone since his ex-girlfriend, who left him 3 months ago for a co-worker.

“Like, you’re nice y’know. You seem like a nice girl” you try not to recoil at the phrase “but my ex? She was great. There’s no one else who’s ev-hic-ever been like her and there never will be”. The guy sat next to you at the bar mutters a “fuckin’ ell” under his breath as he gestures towards the bartender for another neat whiskey. His accent is completely out of place in this local dive bar; he sounds European. No trace of an american accent so you consider that he could be a tourist who’s wandered into a bar looking for a cold drink and some respite.

You try not to smirk at the utterance and tune back into what Harry’s saying, “I think we’ve both just gone through the motions tonight, don’t you agree? I can tell you’re not really into me and to be honest, I’m not into you”. You kind of admire his candor because he’s right, you’re not into him in the slightest but the next thing out of his mouth quickly dispels any misplaced respect you held for him. “I’ve been real lonely since she left though…maybe you could come back to my place-hic-she’s uh…some of her stuff is still there but there’s not a lot of it in the bedroom”. He’s that plastered that what he assumed would be a casual hand slide up your thigh becomes a full push, hurtling you into the whiskey sipping man next to you. You fall into his chest, it’s strong and kind of feels like slamming into a wall. 

“Right, tha’s fuckin’ it” the potential tourist speaks and it’s only when he stands up that you realise how broad he is. He’s tall with thick black hair and the beard to match. His outfit is seemingly prepared for a spectrum of weathers with a Hawaiian shirt clashing with a thick overcoat. He’s older than you, definitely older but absolutely attractive. More attractive than anyone you’d seen on Tinder or, probably, ever in your life. “You alright there darlin’?” his dark eyes bore into yours as you nod and cough out a meek ‘yes’. You silently curse yourself, the first thing you say to this strong man makes you sound like a small frightened mouse.

“’M jus’ gonna get rid of your little pal there and then I’ll buy ya a drink- alright?” his hand rubs your bare arm and sends a flurry of goosebumps across your skin. The whole interaction feels more charged than anything you’ve had before with another human, you wonder if he’s feeling it too and pray that he is.

“Oh nice one man, I’ll have uh…another craft” Harry gestures towards the tap, completely oblivious to the situation in front of him

“All you’re fuckin’ gettin’ cunt is a helpin’ hand out that fuckin’ door. Now, I’ll ask ya politely one last fuckin’ time…fuck off” he elongates the 3 letter word. A comically confused look spreads across Harry’s face. “’M on a fucking date here man and she’s coming back to mine, aren’t you?”

“No” you quickly deadpan, shaking your head at the still unnamed man.

“There’s your answer then cunt, off ya fuck” 

“Butcher- no fuckin’ blood on my bar this time man” the bartender shouts whilst idly checking his phone. Butcher? Is that the guy’s name? 

Harry stands up, pushing out his chest which, if anything, only exaggerates how small he is in comparison. “I’ve bought her meal, paid for her drink and I’m go-hic-gonna take her back to my place and fuck her”. He finishes his sentence in Butcher’s face. Whilst you see a flicker of fear cross Harry’s expression; Butcher’s look borders on hysterical. 

“Alright then big fella, I’ll tell ya what’s gonna happen” he slams his hand down on Harry’s shoulder, his eyes now boring into his. “You’re gonna fuck off back to your shitty little home, grab some lube, cry and wank to ya heart’s content about your ex who is probably ridin’ some big fat fuckin’ dick right now-yeah?” Butcher nods as if Harry’s going to agree with him.

Your date goes to interrupt but Butcher presses a finger to his quaking lips before he can start, “what’s not gonna happen, my sad little mate, is that you’re going to fuck her. She’s hadta listen to your fuckin’ whinin’ about your ex all night whilst you’ve fuckin’ insulted this gorgeous woman. So, get out before I throw ya through the fuckin’ window”. Harry’s lost for words, he doesn’t make eye contact with you as you stand silently behind Butcher. You see tears brimming in his eyes as he smacks $20 on the bar top. 

“Fuckin’ old asshole” Harry spits as he shoves past the pair of you.

Butcher smirks at the remark, watching the door swing shut behind Harry before turning to you. “Right darlin’, whatcha havin’?” 

It’s the best date you’ve ever been on and it’s not even a real date. You finally got his full name. Billy Butcher. Your heart races just to say it. He’s from London but has been in the States for a while. He asks all about you and you surprisingly find you’ve got a lot in common. He’s funny, charming and really fucking exciting- you have to admit. By the third drink, the chat goes from conversational to more flirty. 

“The bartender said ‘this time’, do you do this a lot? Love saving a damsel in distress? Are you a hero, Billy Butcher?” you smirk at him and he returns it back to you. There’s lust in his eyes and you see him take your appearance in for what feels like the upteenth time since you sat down.

As he goes to speak, the bell rings for last orders and he takes your hand to help you off the bar stool. You down the remnants of your drink together and he puts his arm around you and escorts you out of the bar.

You don’t want it to end, he lights a cigarette and you thank any higher deity for the extra thinking seconds it gives you. He speaks before you get chance, “Will ya let me walk you home darlin’? Swear on my mum’s life I won’t try any funny business”. He holds his hand out like he’s making a scouts honour. Honestly, you do anything to spend a bit more time with him so you smile, link your arm with his and pull him down the quiet streets.

The air makes you feel drunker than you are. If you were sober, there is no way you’d be giggling like a school girl at everything this man is saying, yet here you are. Your arms are linked and you’re resting your head on his shoulders as you tell him about your horrific dating history. Everytime he laughs and accuses you of exaggerating you say, “Billy Butcher, I would never ever lie to you”. You say it because his name feels so fun sliding off your tongue. You barely see anyone on your walk home and the sound of your shared laughter fills the empty streets.

As you turn down your street, you wish you lived miles away so you could keep walking together for hours. Your stomach drops at the thought that you’ll never see him again. Which, you completely realise, is fucking stupid. This stranger threatened your date to leave but he also made you feel safe and laugh harder than you have in months. You pull his stride to a stop outside your house. It feels like some awful hallmark romcom or trashy romance novel.

You thank him for escorting you home and he turns down a nightcap in your house as “it’s not gentlemanly on the first date”. He shoots you a wicked grin again as he says, “my mum would be spinnin’ in her grave darlin’”.

You try not to let the heartbreak from that sentence show on your expression. “You’re a gentleman, Billy Butcher?”

“The best one around darlin’. I’ll prove it tomorrow when I take ya out for lunch”

A brief flare of anger hits you, “yeah, I hear that all the fucking time. The lunch never happens, I don’t see you again but then we bump into each other at the store and you apologise and say you’ll be in touch which, of course, you never will be”. You regret it as soon as you stop speaking.

Before you can apologise, he grabs a sharpie out of his coat pocket, takes your hand and scribbles down his number. “There, alright? You call me at any time gorgeous and I swear, I’ll fuckin’ answer and come runnin’”

His kiss to your cheek is soft yet restrained. “You’ll forget about me Billy Butcher, I know it”.

“S’not fuckin’ possible, darlin’”. He says goodnight and walks down your street. A plume of cigarette smoke trailing after him.

He keeps his word.

40 minutes later, and after one final glass of wine, you call him.

He answers on the first ring and says your name. He tells you where to meet tomorrow and what time to get there.

You hope he can always keep his promises.

[v6quewrlds]

hiii could we get another tee higgins blurb 😚 fluff pls thank youu

imagine bedtime with dad!tee.

You sat on the edge of the bed, folding a mountain of laundry that had been neglected for a few days. Picking up a tiny onesie, your eyes traced the cartoon animals printed on the fabric. It was a little too snug for your baby boy now, but you couldn't help but smile at the memories it brought.

Tee, with the patience of a saint, held Shai's tiny hands, encouraging him to stand. "Come on, little man," he said with a chuckle. "You can do it." Shai's chubby legs wobbled, and he let out a delighted squeal as Tee pretended to let go. Mirror images of pure joy danced in their brown eyes.

You couldn't help but mutter, "Please don't rile him up before bed, Tee. You know how he gets after you play with him."

Tee shot you a look of mock innocence, flashing his brilliant smile. "Me?" He tickled the baby's tummy, causing a symphony of giggles to fill the room. "Never."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "As long as you promise to get him his bottle when he's done playing," you said, folding yet another onesie. "This is not my battle."

Tee nodded, his focus never leaving Shai. "You don't have to ask me twice," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. "He's getting so big, so fast."

Your heart swelled at the sight of your two favorite boys bonding. You watched as Tee carefully balanced Shai on his feet, your son's eyes locked onto his father's. Shai leaned forward, trying to take a step, and Tee gently held his torso, providing just enough support. The baby's face was a picture of determination, his little fists balled up with excitement.

"Look at him," you said with a proud smile. "He's going to be running around, breaking things before we know it."

Tee chuckled. "We'll put him in pads and a helmet when that day comes," he joked, his eyes never leaving Shai's earnest face.

"Absolutely not," you shot back with a laugh. "He's not playing football. We're going to put him in something safe like piano."

Tee looked over at you, feigning disappointment. "But, baby…" he trailed off, now holding Shai against his chest, hissing lightly as the baby grabbed a fistful of his facial hair. "What if he's a natural?"

You raised an eyebrow, folding a pair of Tee's shorts. "Piano, I said. Or maybe chess. Something safe."

Tee grinned, kissing the top of Shai's head. "You heard your momma. Stick to the safe stuff," he whispered dramatically, making Shai squeal again as he tickled his tummy.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room, Tee finally stood up, cradling Shai in his arms. "Alright, bedtime, little man," he said, planting a gentle kiss on the baby's forehead. Shai's giggles turned into soft whines, a clear sign that all the excitement was catching up to him.

[stellarboystyles]

a/n: ahhhh chapter two girlies!!!!!

“I think that last tequila shot fucked me.”

“Or the last twelve tequila shots.” Josie laughs. “I stopped after two.”

“And that’s why you’re the sensible one.” Shay groans, pushing the sunglasses up onto her face. “And I’m the tornado.”

Shay and Josie’s attention turned to see who was coming down the stairs, preparing themselves to channel their inner kiss ass if it was Emerson coming down those stairs.

“What’s up guys.”

Two sighs of relief were made as Aly’s feet shuffled across the kitchen floor.

“I was gonna make pancakes.” Josie answers. “Seriously, this house needs hangover food.”

“I agree.” Shay lays her head on the island counter. “A breakfast sandwich is the only thing that’ll prevent me from yaking all over the floor right now.”

“Coming right up, your majesty.” Josie snickers.

“This place is disgusting.” Aly leans her head back in agony before tackling all the plastic cups scattered in the living room.

“Remind me why we throw parties, again.”

“Because college is the only acceptable time in our lives to throw ragers.” Shay mutters. "If we were doing this in two years our families would be holding an intervention.”

“True.”

“Yikes.” Aly cringes at two bodies on the couch. “Someone had fun last night.”

She motions to the couch as she walks by, picking up some of the random cups off the coffee table.

“Who is it?” Shay whispers.

“Cole,” Aly mouths. “And Izzy.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Shay impulsively grabs the water bottle in front of her, taking off for the living room.

“What are you—Shay, don’t!”

Ignoring Josie’s protest, Shay did indeed splash the passed out duo with zero remorse. It did a pretty good job of waking them up, though. Despite what people say, waking someone up with water is oddly satisfying when they deserve it.

“Get out.”

“What the fuck, Shay?!” Cole shrieks, the two immediately standing up in shock of their soaking wet clothes.

“This is Emerson’s place too, which means neither of you are welcome here.” Shay . “Get out before I make you.”

Izzy grabs her phone and rushes out the front door, leaving Cole staring at Shay. He was fuming, probably because he couldn’t hit her.

“None of you even know what really fucking happened between me and Emerson.” Cole snaps. “I loved her—”

“Save the crocodile tears for Emerson. Now get on with that walk of shame like the ten dollar whore that you are.”

Josie’’s jaw was on the floor.

He scoffs before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

“Wow.”

“He needed it.” Shay grumbles.

“What the hell is going on?”

The three heads turn to see Violet had just come downstairs.

“You just missed it, Vi. Shay gave Izzy and Cole a front row seat at SeaWorld.”

Violets face changes from confusion to realization after hearing Aly’s words.

“They slept here? I kicked them out last night.”

“Apparently not—Oh.”

There wasn’t a girl in the house, except for Violet, who’s jaw wasn’t dropped when they saw who came down the stairs next.

Harry fucking Styles.

Now, there are a few things you need to know about Harry. He isn’t just some small town cutie with boy next door energy, he’s hot. Like, next level hot.

“Oh, hey Harry.” Shay greets, trying to dissolve the awkward silence that blanketed the room.

“Hey Shay.” he waves back.

“Ahh, d’you guys want some breakfast?” Josie asks.

“Ah, no. M’just heading out.” Harry steps forward. “See you later, V.”

“Yeah, I’ll walk you out.” Violet nods before turning back to her friends.

We didn’t, she mouths.

Her friends’ reactions are a mix of eye rolls and sexual motions…you can use your imagination.

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“Let me take you out.”

Violet’s eyebrows raise slightly, a small smile on her face. “For…”

“On a date,” he tries. “For Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh, so you’re asking me to be your Valentine?”

“I…Yeah, I guess.” he chuckles, looking down at his shoes. “Yeah, that’s what I’m asking.”

“I’m just kidding.” she laughs. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“I’ll pick you up at 6.”

***

“We didn’t.” she repeats.

“You really expect us to believe that? Look at him.”

“Believe what, exactly?”

“That you spent the night with McDreamy and didn’t have sex.”

“Don’t ruin my favorite show for me.”

“We didn’t do anything.” Violet repeats. “Seriously. I was waiting for it, but not one move.”

Josie raises her brows. “You guys didn’t make out or anything?”

“Not even a kiss.” Violet confirms, shaking her head.

“Awhhhh, that’s so sweet. He’s a gentleman.”

“Yeah,” Shay smiles. “He’s probably just waiting ‘till the third date to get in your pants.”

“Shut up.”

[slaymybreathaway]

WASTELAND BABY! (Chapter Three)

Chapter List Masterlist 📼

Word Count: 1k

Content: sexual innuendo, friendly banter, Neville being all cute and flustered

September 5th ○ Gryffindor Dorms

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"Ron get up" Harry shook the sleeping figure of his best friend and watched as his one of his eyes opened, his long red hair still splayed across the pillow.

The rest of the boys were already up, having been woken by the bell rining in the corridoor fifteen minutes prior.

"Lemmesleeparry," Ron mumbled before turning onto his other side. Harry rolled his eyes, though he had grown used to this over years.

"Tell him that he'll miss breakfast," Dean laughed from where he was making his bed on the other side of the room. "That should get him up quick enough,"

"Or..." Seamus buttoned up his shirt before grabbing his pillow and holding it up, a michevious smirk on his face.

The other three boys realised what he was getting at and picked up their pillows, quietly walking over to Ron's bed. Seamus counted down from three on his fingers before they all jumped on the bed, bashing the sleeping boy with their pillows.

Ron covered his head with his hands, in a futile attempt to protect himself from the suprise attack. Feathers flew around the room as laughter erupted from the attackers, only stopping once Ron held up his hand in surrender. "Alright alright! I'm up, I'm up!"

Seamus, Dean, Harry and Neville retreased back to their own beds, still chuckling to themselves as a loud knock sounded on the door.

"Shay, you in there?" The sound of an Irish accent made Neville turn his head towards the door quicker than a racing broom.

"Yeah, come in Y/n" Seamus called out from where he was digging through his trunk.

The door opened and in walked y/n, carrying a small pile of clothes. She put them on Seamus' bed, not noticing Neville trying to fix his hair as much as he could.

It had been a few days since their dance on the top of the astronomy tower that had made his affections for her stronger than ever.

"Ma put these in with my stuff before we left. She leave anything with you?" She asked, peering over her brothers shoulder into his trunk. It was often that their mother got their clothes mixed up while doing the laundry.

"I don't understand why there's a charm on the stairs to the girl's dorms but not the boy's. What if we weren't decent or something?" Ron muttered grumpily as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling on a pair of grey socks.

Y/n turned to face him. "Dumbledore trusts us more than you bunch of perverts I suppose," she let out a laugh, crossing her arms.  "Besides, if you weren't decent, Ron, I doubt there'd be much for me to look at anyways,"

A smirk climbed onto the girl's face as a chorus of "oooh" sounded across the room. A red blush started to connect the freckles on Ron's cheeks as he stuttered trying to defend himself.

Inbetween fits of laughter, Harry handed Ron the glass of water from his nightstand. "You'll need this, mate"

"For what?" He looked up at his friend in confusion.

"To cool down that burn!!" Dean called out, both of his hands cupped around his mouth to project his voice, the room erupted into laughter once more.

"Oh shut up," Ron rolled his eyes and walked straight to bathroom.

Laughter died down as everyone went back to what they were doing. Seamus pulled a couple of t-shirts out of his trunk and set them down on the bed. "Here, these are yours... and, em," he spoke embarrasedly "so is this,"

Y/n watched as Seamus picked a black bra out of his trunk like it was a contaminated object and flung it towards her. Her face immediatley went red with embarrasment as she tucked the bra away under her jumper in an attempt to hide it.

It was poinless though, because Dean let out a whistle from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "C'mon y/n/n, show and tell," he joked.

"Piss off Deano," she cracked into a laugh before picking up her other clothes from the bed and started to leave. "Hey Nev, I need to drop these back to my dorm. Will you save a seat in the Great Hall for me?"

Neville looked up from where he was studying his timetable for the year and gave y/n a smile. "Yeah of course,"

Seamus' eyes glanced between all of his friends' faces in suspicion. He waited till his sister had left the room and was out of earshot before turning back to his mates. "You guys better have had a good look because that's it," he spoke just as Ron walked back into the dorm, toothbrush in hand.

"That's what?" Harry asked, confused.

All of the boys turned their heads to Seamus for an answer.

Seamus crossed his arms before speaking "Y/n's off limits, starting now,"  he nodded decidedly.

Neville looked at Seamus with confusion. What did he mean off limits?

"What? That's crazy! we wouldn't go after your sister," Dean shot back, a look of shock on his face.

"Speak for yourself, Thomas." Ron scoffed, a smirk on his face. Seamus, who's face was turning quite red, was about to speak up before Harry interrupted him.

"Do you think if I asked her out she'd say yes. You know, because I'm The Chosen One and all," he grinned, sharing a look with Ron. Of course neither of them was serious, they were just trying to get on Seamus' nerves... and it was working.

Once Dean realised what they were doing, he chimed in too. "On second thought, she does give me the look sometimes"

Seamus almost had smoke almost blowing out of his ears at this stage, but before he exploded he turned to Neville. "I suppose you wanna get in on this aswell, Longbottom?" He asked.

A state of panic came over Neville and he could feel the colour drain from his face. "What? I don't wanna say anything!" He held his hands up.

Seamus' anger was halted as he flung one of his arms around Neville's shoulders. "See! Longbottom's the only one with the decency to not want to snog my sister!" He smiled, pointing at Neville between every word.

Nevilles face went from white as a ghost to red as a tomato in a matter of seconds and he felt his heart racing in his chest.

Only if he knew...

[superiorsturgeon]

DeadPyr:

Adam: *tosses tied-up Jaune on the ground*

Jaune: Oof! What do you assholes want?!

Cinder: *crouches down in front of Jaune* Don’t worry, blondie, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re just bait for your girlfriend, Pyrrha!

Jaune: My girlfriend is dead!

Cinder: Yeah…see, that’s what I thought! But she just keeps coming back!

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Pyrrha: *at the laundromat, trying to scrub bloodstains from her suit*

Maria Calavera: *doing her laundry beside Pyrrha* Use lemon juice and baking soda to clean blood out of clothes.

Pyrrha: 😲

Maria: …idiot…

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Garbage Truck: *pulls up beside shady hideout building*

Pyrrha: *half climbs, half falls out the back*

Pyrrha: Thanks for the ride! Sorry for bleeding all over your garbage!

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Pyrrha: *tearing through a hideout of bandits*

Vernal/Shay D Man: *run to safe room and slam the door behind them*

Pyrrha: *trying to break into safe room* Come on! It’s my anniversary today and I’m running late! 😫

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Neo: *behind the bar* So you’re back from the dead, huh? Have you told your boyfriend?

Pyrrha: No…! I’m terrified of what he’ll say when he sees my face…😭

Neo: Oh, come on, how bad can it-

Pyrrha: *pulls back her hood, revealing her scars*

Neo: WHOA!! Your face looks like an avocado face-fucked a topographic map! 😨

Pyrrha: Thank you…😑

Neo: It must’ve been serious hate-fucking…there was something wrong in the relationship…😰

Pyrrha: Thank you…😓

Neo: I’m sorry, but you look…haunting…!

Pyrrha: *face on the table*…thank you…😭

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Pyrrha: *smashes phone down* AAAARGH!!!

Neo: Shit, they’ve got Jaune?!

Pyrrha: …I need guns!

Neo: Which guns?

Pyrrha: ALL OF THE GUNS!!! 🤬

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Pyrrha: Okay…I need your help…! They’ve got Jaune! 😓

Nora/Ren: 🤨

Ren: All right, but in return we’d like you to consider joining us!

Pyrrha: Okay…FINE…

Pyrrha: *muttering as she turns away* …it’s funny…all the other teams have four members, but I only ever see two of you…

Pyrrha: …it’s almost like the writer was too lazy to add more characters…

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Pyrrha: *standing on Cinder’s body*

Cinder: 😵

Pyrrha: …I’m just a girl…standing in front of a boy…

Pyrrha: …Oh my gods, what the hell am I going to say to him?!?!

Ren: *turning away* Well, you’d better think of something quick…!

Nora: 🤭

Pyrrha: What…? *turns around*

Jaune: 😡

Pyrrha: 😱

[animesmolbean]

Guardian of Light

(Male)

Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter of Dune Part 1. But don't worry, Dune Part 2 is in the writing process, and I'll announce the release of the first chapter when I'm close to completing the whole second half of the story. For now, I'll post other projects in the meantime! 😊

Story inspiration here

Hope you enjoy the chapter! ♥️

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Chapter 12: The Fremen

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The trio were panting hard after the terrifying encounter with the sand worm. Paul looked to (Your Name) before surprising the boy with a tight hug that almost knocked him over. He hugged back, wrapping his arms around him just as tightly. He was breathing heavily as his hand moved up to cradle the back of Paul's neck.

“I'm okay, babe. Don't worry.” He muttered softly.

He sighed shakily, moving to his head to press his forehead to his. “I was so worried about you…” He whispered, his voice shaky.

“Shh…. it's alright, baby. I'm alright.” He moved one of Paul's hands from his waist and placed it over his chest, where his heart is. “I'm right here.” He whispered.

Paul felt his best friend's heartbeat, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief. His heartbeat grounded him; he wouldn't know what to do if it ever stopped beating.

He nuzzled his nose against his gently before pulling away from the embrace and taking his hand in his.

(Your Name) saw Jessica's worried look, and gave the older woman's hand a gentle squeeze. Jessica squeezed the boy's hand back.

“How big are they? That was insane.” Jessica said, panting while leaning down on the rock.

“Someone called it.” (Your Name) informed, looking around. He suddenly felt eyes on him. Clenching his free hand before he signed to Paul and Jessica, “We're not alone.”

Footsteps could be heard and pebble clatters, making (Your Name) and Paul turn around. A Fremen male appeared behind Paul, making (Your Name) push him behind him. He got into a fighting stance, ready to summon the Keyblade if needed; as more Fremen appeared from the rocks.

“Do not run. You will only waste your body's water.” A familiar voice spoke.

(Your Name) turned his attention to the man who spoke. He was lying on a rock. He recognized him.

“Stilgar. I remember you came to Paul's father's council.”

The man, Stilgar, hummed, pulling down his cloth that covered his mouth. “This is (Your Name). The Haris Aldaw’.”

The boy tilted his head to the side as he listened to the Fremen mutter amongst themselves. One of them asked why they were waiting, stating that they needed their water.

“These are the two boys I told you about. We can't touch them.” Stilgar replied to his fellow Fremen.

“Is he the Haris Aldaw’? And he is Lisan al-Gaib?”

“How can that be?”

“They haven't proven themselves."

“They're weaklings.” The same angry voice pulled out a weapon.

(Your Name) was very close to summoning the Keyblade.

“Jamis…” Stilgar stopped the male. “There was a brave crossing they made in the path of Shai-Hulud. The boys do not speak or act like a weakling. Nor did the Lisan Al-Gaib's father.”

“My thumper saved their lives. Go back to reason, Stilgar. She's not the Haris Aldaw’, and he's not The One.” Jamis snapped back, gesturing to the two teens individually.

(Your Name) was about to prove the male wrong, but Jessica spoke up before he could act. “We have powerful friends. One for them being right here,” She gestured to (Your Name) who was standing in front of Paul, protecting him, “You help us off-world, to Caladan, you will be well rewarded.”

“What wealth can you offer beyond the water in your flesh?” Stilgar spoke back, tone challenging. The Fremen were now standing up from their crouched positions.

(Your Name) growled lowly, still in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed.

Stilgar observed the trio, “The boys are young. They can learn our ways. They may have sanctuary. But the woman isn't trained and too old to learn.” He made his way down his spot on the rocks, jumping in front of the trio.

The blue-eyed boy stepped in front of Stilgar. “You don't want to do this, Stilgar.” He warned in a low, threatening tone, staring at the older man.

Stilgar paused when he looked into the boy's eyes. ‘Sapphire blue…. the color of cobalt. They're his eyes.’ He thought to himself.

Paul and Jessica started fighting other Fremen who tried to attack them, while Stilgar lunged at (Your Name). The boy summoned the Keyblade and blocked his knife with it. Stilgar stilled at the sight of the key shaped blade, giving (Your Name) the chance to push Stilgar away from him.

He got into a fighting stance. Stilgar lunged at him again, but (Your Name) dodged rolled out of the way, and the two started to fight.

Their blades clanged as they collided with each other. At one point, Stilgar managed to disarm (Your Name), the Keyblade flinging out of his hand. Stilgar pointed his blade at the boy's throat.

Everyone else stopped fighting to see this happen. Jessica was worried when (Your Name) was disarmed. Paul, on the other hand, was about to run back down to help his love. But, something unexpected happened.

(Your Name) smirked at Stilgar and raised his hand to the side of him. To everyone's shock, the Keybalde disappeared and reappeared in his hand.

The move took Stilgar off guard, and he knocked his crysknife out of his hand. He tried to back away, but he shot off a Blizzard spell at the older man, freezing his legs in place. The attack stunned him, and (Your Name) pointed his Keybalde at him threateningly.

“I did warn you.” He growled.

Paul felt a shiver run down his spine at (Your Name)’s tone. His cheeks felt warmer, and his eyes became hazy as he panted softly, loving the sight of his love being threatening.

Stilgar was in awe at this boy's power. “So it's true, you are the Haris Aldaw’,” Stilgar muttered, then added louder, “Why didn't you just show us your blade?” His question came out shaky, showing his nervousness.

“You didn't exactly ask nicely.” (Your Name) spoke, walking closer to the older man.

“Peace, boy. Peace. I judged hastily.”

The boy sighed softly, using his Fire magic to unfreeze Stilgar.

“The sun is rising. We must reach Sietch Tabr.” Stilgar informed the Fremen in their language, “The fate of the strangers will be decided there. Until then, they are under my countenance. My word is on them.” He opened up his stillsuit a little, cutting his skin to show his promise, and the other Fremen followed alongside.

Paul walked up to (Your Name), who now made his Keyblade disappear. He looked at Paul, seeing he brought a girl with him, making him curious as to who she was. The male came over and gave his friend a tight hug, which he returned. They parted when they heard Stilgar speak in Fremen language,

“We must go!”

Stilgar walked up to Paul and, in English, told him to give back the maula pistol he stole when he ran off when the fighting occurred.

Then, Stilgar addressed the woman standing close to Paul, “Chani, take charge of the newcomers. See that they are safe on the journey. Let's go.”

(Your Name) looked at the girl who came with Paul. ‘She must be Chani.’ He thought to herself.

“I will not have them.” A voice spoke out.

“Jamis, I have spoken. Be still.” Stilgar said, and (Your Name) narrowed his eyes on Jamis, standing close to Paul.

“You talk like a leader. But the strongest leads. He bested you. I invoke the amtal.”

(Your Name) summoned his Keyblade again, ready to fight him, but Paul grabbed his arm gently, stopping him. Jessica walked forward as well but was stopped by Stilgar's voice.

“You may not challenge a sayyadina. Nor the Haris Aldaw’.”

Jamis looked at (Your Name). “Then who will fight in his name?”

Stilgar turned back around to his friend, “Jamis, don't do this. Don't. The night is fading.”

“Then the sun will witness this death. Where is his champion?” Jamis asked the group in a growl.

Paul looked at (Your Name), giving him a subtle determined, and serious look before he stepped forward to accept the challenge.

“No… Paul don't-” He whispered, going up to follow him, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Chani, who shook her head gently.

“I accept his champion.” Jamis nodded his head.

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Everyone was getting ready for the fight.

(Your Name) walked over to Paul, who was getting ready to fight Jamis.

He saw Paul staring ahead, and he guessed that he was seeing another vision. (Your Name) placed a hand on the arm that was stretched out in front of him, his hand on a rock.

Paul snapped out of his trance when he felt his gentle touch and turned to look at him.

“You don't have to do this, Paul. I could do it. I can fight him.”

The curly haired boy frowned and shook his head, taking the hand that held his arm in his. “Absolutely not. You're not doing it (Your Name).”

“But-” (Your Name) started to protest but was interrupted by Paul.

“You're too important,” He let out a shaky breath, “You're too important to me.” Paul placed his free hand on the boy's cheek, cupping his face.

“I would search every possible universe just to get you back (Your Name). That's how important you are to me.” He looked into his sapphire blue eyes.

(Your Name) felt his eyes get watery at Paul's confession. “Paul… I feel the exact same way about you too,” He cupped the sides of Paul's face, “But please…. be careful. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt or got killed.” He whispered, sniffling. “I can't lose you.”

Paul moved closer to (Your Name), their bodies gently pressed against each other's. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pressing the side of the face against his. (Your Name) returned the hug, wrapping his arms around Paul's neck. They stayed like this for a few moments before pulling away a little, but their hands stayed on their respective places. Paul's hands on (Your Name)’s waist, and (Your Name)’s hands on Paul's shoulders.

“You won't lose me.” Paul whispered.

“You promise?” (Your Name) whispered to him, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“I promise.” Paul whispered back passionately.

The childhood friends pressed their foreheads against each other's. They were so close that they could feel their breaths against their lips.

(Your Name) could feel his heart beating fast as he looked into Paul's hazel green eyes. His heart was beating even faster when Paul leaned in, parting his lips. Before he knew it, Paul's lips gently crashed against his. He gasped softly at the feeling but kissed back almost immediately. (Your Name) felt butterflies form in his stomach, making his body tremble as Paul kissed him. Paul wrapped his arms around him while he wrapped his arms around Paul's neck. Paul pulled (Your Name) even closer, leaving no space between them. (Your Name)’s eyes fluttered shut as did Paul's.

Their lips were moving in sync against each other; soft and slow. (Your Name) moved his arms and slid his hands to Paul's curly brown hair, feeling the soft locks in between his fingers. Paul seemed to love the feeling as he moaned softly against (Your Name)'s lips, opening his mouth and the tip of his tongue caressed (Your Name)’s bottom lip.

The action made the (Hair Color) haired boy let out a breath through his nose. But he felt his knees tremble when Paul's tongue did it again; but this time, his tongue caressed his top lip right after the bottom lip. He was silently asking for entry. He opened his mouth without hesitation, giving him access; letting out a muffled moan when he felt Paul's tongue slide into his mouth, caressing his tongue with his. The butterflies in his belly danced more frantically as they two made out, their tongues caressing each other's, as they held onto each other for dear life.

The two turned their heads in opposite directions, wanting to deepen the kiss even further. When Paul's tongue circled around (Your Name)’s slowly, he almost keeled over, feeling his knees weaken more. Paul held him up, making sure he stayed where he was and not letting the kiss break. The action made (Your Name) whimper into Paul’s mouth.

Paul moved his left hand into (Your Name)’s hair, his fingers running through the (straight/curly/wavy) strands. (Your Name) hummed into Paul's mouth as he carded his fingers through Paul's soft curly locks.

The pair kissed with so much passion and love, their bodies pressed against each other's. Like they didn't want to separate from one another.

After a few more minutes of passionately kissing, Paul slowly removed his lips from (Your Name)’s, making a soft smacking sound, a small string of saliva connecting their parted lips. He breathed heavily as he pressed his forehead to (Your Name)'s. He opened his eyes slowly as his hazel green hues stared into (Your Name)’s sapphire blue one's, seeing them sparkle with love.

“I love you…” Paul exhaled, trying to calm himself after the passionate moment. His voice came out raspy and deep, making (Your Name) blush and tremble against him.

It took some willpower to keep Paul from kissing him again at that reaction.

“I love you too… more than anything.” (Your Name) breathed out, feeling the tears that welled up in his eyes fall, trailing down his cheeks. He moved his hands out of Paul's hair and cupped his jawline. “Be careful…. please.” He whispered to him.

Paul nuzzled his nose against (Your Name)’s, comforting him. “I promise.” He repeated the gesture, “For you, my love, I promise…”

The blue-eyed boy sniffled softly, “I love you so much.” He whimpered faintly. He spoke so softly that it probably couldn't even be heard.

But Paul heard him.

“I love you too.” He cooed, leaning forward and kissing the tears on (Your Name)’s cheeks. He moved his lips down to his chin, where some of the tears clung to the area, kissing the spot. Then, he trailed the kisses back up, his lips caressing his right cheek before moving the left one. Finally, he moved back, capturing his love's lips into another kiss. This kiss was soft and tender.

The lovers broke apart and looked into each other's eyes.

Their tender moment ended when they heard someone walking towards them. They turned and saw it was Chani.

“I don't believe you're the Lisan al-Gaib,” She said to Paul before turning her head to (Your Name), “But I do believe you are the Haris Aldaw’.” She gave the boy a small smile, but it faded quickly.

(Your Name) smiled softly at the girl, pressing himself closer to Paul's body.

Chani turned her attention back to Paul, “But I want you to die with honor.” She reached and gave him a blade, “This crysknife was given to me by my great aunt. It's made from a tooth of Shai-Hulud. The great sandworm. This will be a great honor for you to die holding it.”

Paul took the blade with his gloved hand, observing it as (Your Name) looked at Chani like she was crazy for assuming that Paul was going to die. But he had to admit being given such a blade was honorable.

“Where is the Outworlder?!” Jamis shouted, walking back and forth around the fighting area.

The trio's eyes went to him, and then the lovers turned to Chani when she spoke, “Jamis is a good fighter. He won't let you suffer.”

Chani was about to walk away, but (Your Name) stopped her when he reached his hand out and touched her shoulder before he spoke, “It's nice to meet you, Chani.” He spoke, a kind smile on his face.

Chani nodded her head to the boy, lips lifting up into a small, playful smirk, “You too, (Your Name).”

Paul grabbed his boyfriend's hand and walked over to the fighting area where Jamis was squatting, waiting for Paul.

Paul turned to (Your Name) seeing his scared expression. He reached his hand out and cupped the side of his face, “I will be alright, love.”

(Your Name) lent into the touch, rubbing his cheek against Paul's gloved hand, “I know you will be.” He whispered, a soft smile on his face.

Paul returned the small smile and leaned forward and kissed the boy, their lips moving in perfect sync. Paul kissed him with the same passion as their first kiss, making the boy whimper against his lips, gripping at his waist.

He pulled back from (Your Name)’s lips, both of them panting softly. He nudged his nose against his comfortingly before walking over to where Jamis waited.

(Your Name) walked over to Jessica. The older woman wrapped her arms around the boy, comforting him while he watched the love of his life get ready to fight in his place.

“May thy knife chip and shatter.” Jamis spat, standing up from his kneeling position.

Paul just stared, a serious expression on his face before he saluted using his blade.

With word from the Fremen, speaking Chakobsa in unison, the fight commenced.

Jamis pounded his chest with his fist before throwing a punch at Paul. Paul skillfully blocked the attack and started to fight. He was deflecting hits well, getting hits on Jamis as well who returned the hits.

At one point, they were on the ground before Paul skillfully got back up and was now slightly crouching, matching Jamis’ stance when he got up. Now, they were trying to slice and stab one another with their crysknives.

Then, Paul got close and laid the crysknife on Jamis’ throat,

“Do you yield?”

Paul's aggressive yell made the Fremen speak and exclaim amongst themselves. (Your Name) held onto Jessica tighter, inhaling and exhaling softly in worry.

“The boy doesn't know our rule. There's no yielding under the amtal rule. Only death is the test of it.”

Stilgar's words made (Your Name)’s eyes widened in fear as he turned his attention back onto the fight, worry gnawing away at him.

Jamis moved out of Paul's grip, and they started fighting again. Paul kept landing hits and dodging attacks, placing the blade against Jamis' neck many times. He was not aiming to kill. This made Jamis impatient and angrier.

“Is he toying with him?” Stilgar asked the women.

“No.” (Your Name) replied softly, “Paul has never killed a man.”

Jamis had shoved Paul onto the ground hard, yelling; provoking Paul.

Paul stood up, his curly hair covering his face slightly, staring at Jamis with a determined look.

(Your Name) felt Paul's determination in his soul. His worry is no longer there. His heart was beating faster as he watched.

When Jamis charged, Paul attacked. He dodged the attack, got behind Jamis, and while not looking at him, stabbed the crysknife into his side, ending the fight. He pulled out the blade with a grunt and stepped away a little. Jamis’ body falls to the ground. Paul kneels by his side and holds his hand as he dies.

Paul had become the man he was supposed to be, even if he didn't want to.

(Your Name) let out a shaky exhale as he watched it all go down. All the Fremen stood up, moving down to take their defeated friend. Stilgar closed Jamis’ unmoving eyes.

Paul stood up and walked away slowly. The Fremen patted his shoulders on the way as he made his way over to where his boyfriend was, his head down.

(Your Name) left Jessica's arms as he jogged over to Paul. They met on the side of the fighting area. They made eye contact and (Your Name) saw it. Just by looking into Paul's eyes; the old Paul was gone.

Paul's face held so much sorrow and dread. It made (Your Name)’s heart clench. He saw tears well up in Paul's eyes, and he didn't even hesitate to hug him tightly.

The curly haired boy hugged back just as tightly, wrapping his arms around his love's waist, breathing heavily and shakily through his nose.

(Your Name) pulled away to look at Paul's face. He wiped the smeared blood under his nose with his thumb. Paul's lips quivered terribly at his gentle touch.

The blue-eyed boy cupped Paul's face in his hands, thumbs caressing his cheeks. “It's okay,” He cooed, “You're okay.”

Paul just stared at his boy, looking into his soft sapphire blue eyes, watching him lean closer to him. He gently placed his lips against his. Their lips immediately started moving against each other.

(Your Name) could feel Paul's lips trembling against his, so he kept the kiss slow and gentle. Paul rubbed his thumbs against the sides of the boy's stomach, making him breathe out a soft whistle from his nose, sounding like a breathy giggle.

The reaction was all Paul needed to feel better as they pulled away from the kiss, but not entirely; their lips were now just caressing each other's.

“You did what you had to Paul…” He whispered, brushing her nose against his.

Paul closed his eyes, sighing softly as he pressed his forehead against (Your Name)’s. “I love you so much…” He breathed out, his voice shaky.

“I love you too.” He whispered back, nuzzling his nose against his again, which he graciously returned.

“You're one of us now. A life for a life.” Stilgar's voice broke the couple apart, “Come with us to Sietch Tabr.” He looked between the couple.

“No,” Jessica interjected, “They need to get off-world. You must have ways. You have smugglers, you have ships. You have-”

“No.” Paul stopped his mother, “The Emperor sent us to this place. And my father came, not for spice, not for the riches, but for the strength of your people.” Paul glanced down to the love of his life, seeing him smile at him, nodding his head; “Our road leads into the desert. I can see it. If you'll have us, we will come.”

〰️

The Fremen led (Your Name), Paul and Jessica into the desert as they walked on the sand. Some carried Jamis’ lifeless body, now wrapped in white cloth.

The sun was now high, and the sky a soft blue.

(Your Name) stopped, admiring the scenery. He looked closer and saw someone, more like a Fremen, riding a worm through the sand.

“Desert power.” He whispered in awe, smiling widely at the sight. HE thought about if he could do something like that or something greater.

Chani heard him, turning around to smile at (Your Name), “This is only the beginning.”

The blue-eyed boy smiled to himself, watching Chani walk off. Then, he felt a hand on his jawline. The hand turned his head to face, whoever it belonged to. It was Paul.

With his attention on him now, Paul kissed him passionately. The boy hummed against his lips, placing his hands on the sides of Paul's neck.

The couple pull away, both of them smiling softly before they rub their noses against each other's.

They looked into each other's eyes as the sun shined down brightly on them.

Their journey was only beginning.

Taglist

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[bi-aragorn]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you to @loki-is-my-kink-awakening & @dapandapod for tagging me in this

And as happens every time I get tagged in this, I've got a shit load of WIPs

Voila~

Assassin's Creed (4 total)

shaytham office porn

Being Human (8 total)

person a learns person b cant swim

Critical Role (2 total)

vax/ vex/ percy clothes sharing

LOTR (4 total)

Modern AU Boromir/ Aragorn

Marauders (6 total)

sirius/ james/ moony qpr

Monster Prom (7 total)

wire play!

The Hobbit (1 total)

Fili & Kili snuggling

Umbrella Academy (7 total)

Trans Diego/ NB Klaus

The Witcher (43 total)

Trans geralt in stockings thats it thats the fic

I'm not tagging 82 people (apologies) so if you want to have a go at this please do:)

[deancaspinefest]

Books, Pies, and Roommates

Author: seidenapfel | Artist: Kit Shay

Posting on Sunday March 17

Everything seemed so easy when Castiel landed a job in Lawrence as a literature professor at Kansas University. He even found a place to stay with his cousin in Topeka, less than thirty miles away. But the daily commute quickly gets on his nerves and he begins looking for a little room in town. When he finally lucks out on a house, it comes with a catch. His mysterious landlord/housemate works and lives in Topeka during the week, and will only be in Lawrence for the weekend while Castiel is back at his cousin’s to honor a promise he made. When Dean walks into his favorite pie shop, the new sales assistant takes his breath away. Steve is gorgeous, and part of the owner’s family. Dean doesn’t even mind that Steve picks up Gabriel’s stupid moniker for him. After all, Deano has one syllable more, and Dean will do anything to hear Steve’s voice just a little bit longer. Though, as breathtaking Steve might be, he isn't Angel. If only Dean's book-loving best friend for over a decade weren't a mystery in himself — a guy who Dean has only met online, but who has slowly taken his heart away. And it seems that Dean isn't alone in his feelings. When the lines blur and fantasies merge three guys into one, disappointment and heartbreak seem to be inevitable.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

“Dude! You did what?”

“I found you a new roommate,” Sam explained and Dean knew his brother was rolling his eyes. “As you asked me to.”

“Yeah, I heard you,” Dean muttered. “And well, I did, but duh? Did you take the first one that came along?

The silence at the other end of the line was enough of an answer.

“Seriously? The first one? You pick the first Tom, Dick, and Harry that walks into my home?” Dean couldn’t believe it. “You didn’t even—”

“His name is Castiel. And he’s nice,” Sam cut in, defending himself.

Nice?

Before Dean could interrupt him, Sam continued, “So, get this, Castiel is actually in the same predicament as you are. He lives in Topeka, but teaches at KU and he’s already fed up with his daily commute to campus.”

“Castiel? What a mouthful of a name is that?” Dean grumbled.

“As far as I know it’s the name of an angel,” his brother answered calmly, taking none of Dean’s shit.

“Angel?” Dean huffed while another Angel came to his mind. Shaking his head to clear the thought away, he went on, “You telling me the guy is some religious weirdo?”

Sam laughed and Dean could literally hear another eye roll. “Don’t worry. I don’t think that should be a problem. Quite the contrary. He seemed very interested in our library. Or, more precisely, /your/ part of the library.”

Dean huffed. “That’s most of it anyway, dude.”

Groaning, Sam ignored him and went on. “I don’t think he realized how obvious he was when he skimmed through the titles of your collection of gay pulp.”

“Hey, it ain’t gay pulp, not all of it,” Dean protested.

“Pulp, romance, literature — whatever. You can’t deny it’s kinda gay.”

Dean laughed before teasing, “Just kinda?” Even though his brother couldn’t see him, he wiggled his brows.

“How would I know? I haven’t even touched half of it,” Sam backpedaled and Dean laughed even louder. “Somehow I need to keep my sanity,” his brother shot back. Then it hit Dean. “Wait, you showed this guy, this—”

“Castiel,” Sam offered helpfully.

“Whatever,” Dean snapped. “You showed him the library?”

“Dean, he lives there now. Of course, I showed him around. Besides, how do you think I should have hidden the shelves in the living room? You’re not very subtle with your interests.”

Subtle? Dammit, it was his home, for fuck’s sake. “Still, the library? And you let him stay? Alone at home?”

“Yes, because that’s what happens when you rent your house, dude.” Dean could see his brother’s bitchface in his mind. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who asked me to take care of the viewings?”

“Goddammit, Sammy,” Dean grouched. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before giving in, “Yeah. Sorry. I did. But that didn’t mean that you decide who lives with me.”

“I don’t know. He just seemed… perfect.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday March 17)

[infunctional]

I’m suddenly in a relationship… and of all things with a very pretty guy. He’s just… so fucking sweet you have no idea. He really makes me feel seen, safe, and wanted. It’s incredible.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

(A/n) ➳  I welcome you all to my mini-series. I had planned to make it longer but came to the conclusion to do five chapters but long ones. So please forgive me if chapters take awhile. But enjoy!

Word Count ➳ 1.2k  

Content Warnings ➳ Female reader/Assassin reader, alcohol use, death of a parent, violence, mentions of death, mentions of marriage...

Dreamers Masterlist

NEW YORK, 1747 

Shay stumbled through the crowded tavern, his sense dulled by alcohol and his grief. He had lost track of time since his father’s death and the storm that claimed he and the crew’s lives. His thoughts were chaotic, swirling around his head, and unable to focus.  

The air reeked of ale. Shay now found himself hunched over a wooden table, nursing a drink. He barely registered the commotion around him, but he could feel the glares from other patrons of the tavern. 

They surrounded him, at the neighboring tables, seemingly drinking. And if Shay thought correctly, it was going to be another tavern fight... He reached for his pocketknife, ready to attack the presence behind him until a voice cut through, sharp and familiar yet distant in his drunken stupor.  

“Shay! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”  

Startled, Shay looked up, squinting to focus his blurry gaze. Though the blur, he saw the silhouette of a man standing in front of him. But his face was blocked by the terrible lighting of the tavern.  

He leaned over and when he couldn’t see him, he tried to stand. But gentle hands steadied him, helping him to his feet with tenderness. It was then that he felt the soft touch of another person, their presence was soothing, unlike his mind. 

“Easy now.” The voice spoke, laced with concern. “You’re in no state to brawl, let alone stand on your feet.” 

Shay blinked, confused, trying to make sense of the situation. And then, like the fog in his mind had lifted, he saw him, Liam, his best friend. He stood in front of him with a mix of frustration and worry.  

“Liam?” Shay muttered, his voice hoarse and filled with confusion. 

“That’s right.” Liam replied sternly. “And if weren’t for (Y/n) here, you’d be lying in a gutter somewhere.” 

Shay's gaze moved, and for the first time, he saw her.  

You, the young girl who had come to his aid. He can see the nervousness in your eyes, watching him and managed to keep him up straight.  

You, (Y/n), Liam’s younger sister. You were the same age as Shay.  

Despite the chaos of his life, despite the pain and the loss, there was another pang in his chest. He was in no state to think about it further but pushed it down.  

Yet one thing became clear, though his suffering alone and in the dark, you had become his lifeline. 

And for that, Shay knew he would be forever grateful.  

DAVENPORT HOMESTEAD, MARCH 1752 

"Quickly now!” Hope called out, hands on her hips as she watched a group of assassins scramble around, looking for you specifically. “She’s in the trees! On the ground! Behind you!”  

They scattered across the training grounds, Hope’s eyes followed their every move. She watched with amusement, her laughter echoing through the air as they failed to find your lurking spot.  

You moved like a ghost but graceful, blending into your surroundings as if you were part of them. Your ability to remain unseen was something Hope hadn’t seen before. Maybe as good as Achillies. 

Shay and Liam stood at the sidelines, watching as well. Shay couldn’t hide the happiness that swelled every time he saw you emerge. He exchanged a playful look with Liam, a smirk tugging the corners of his lips.  

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Liam remarked. “She might be better than all of us in stealth.” 

Shay snorted. “I can count the number of times Chevalier wet himself whenever (Y/n) comes out.” Shay was careful when he said it, making sure Chevalier wasn’t around or else he’d be in another fight. 

“I heard.” Then Liam sighed, it was heavy and solemn. “Achilles shouldn’t have allowed her to join the Brotherhood. I promised my father I’d protect her, keep her safe, I didn’t want her to come. She should be back in the city, married by now, enjoying her life.” 

Shay's brows furrowed. “You know as well as I do that (Y/n) would never be happy with a life like that. She's a fighter, just like you.” 

Liam knew Shay was right. You were young, could barely remember him but he could see how happy he made you.  

When Liam discovered that Achilles was in contact with you, he lost it. Shay attempted to talk him down, noting that you were grown and can take care of yourself. But Liam felt betrayed. He confided in Achilles that his biggest fear was losing you and now you were at risk.  

It took him a couple of days for Liam to calm down. That same day, he found you on the training grounds with Hope and Kesegowaase, you were ginning, just happy to be here. 

Liam promised himself that he’d do whatever he could to keep from harm’s way, even if you were an assassin like him.  

“Wrong! Again!” Hope’s shouting made him focus once again, seeing you jump from a tree and into a pile of leaves. He saw the smile on your face as you fell.  

“Even if she was back at the city, you would approve of no man.” Shay scoffed, shaking his head. 

And how no man was worthy of you. 

And he had a feeling that Liam wouldn’t approve of Shay. 

They were childhood friends, best friends, nothing could tear them apart... Almost nothing. Shay always kept quiet for the years he had met you and when you joined the Brotherhood.  

He would rather die than admit to Liam that he wanted to be with his sister. They were in the middle of looking for the Manuscript, there was no time or room for starting a relationship.  

But he couldn’t stop himself from staring when you’re near, how his smile became bigger whenever he heard your voice, and how he wanted to seek you out every time he returned from a mission. 

You made him want to forget you entirely, you were a distraction to him. Blocking his mind when he tried to fucus, thinking of his future with you when he knew there was a possibility of not having one.  

Yet when he stood on that cliff, Manuscript in hand, his eyes locked with yours for a second. Everything he dreamed of flashed before his eyes.  

You and him on the deck of the Morrigan, it was just the two of you. You were smiling as his crew sang, his arm around your waist to pull you closer, and your soft lips against his.  

You were his dream, and he didn’t want to lose you.  

But it was only a matter of time before you heard what happened in Lisbon. What would you think of him then? Were you going to be disgusted, horrified, angry? He didn’t want to look you in the eye and see his answer. 

Shay engulfed you tightly, he was trembling. Not cause of the cold but because of fear. You were in his arms, demanding answers, wanting to know what the shouting was about but he didn’t what you to know.  

His tears soaked your shoulders as he felt your arms come around him.  

“It’s okay.” He heard you say. “Everything is going to be okay.” Rubbing his back. 

And as he fell over the cliff, feeling the pain of the gunshot running through his body. He remembered you shouting his name and Liam having to hold you back from trying to chase after him.   

Maybe Shay could die in peace, at least he stopped the assassins, even if it was just for a couple days or weeks before they found the Manuscript. His only regret was making you cry, he hated seeing you in pain. 

© Intoxicated-Chan 2024, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission. 

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[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 1,531 (crying why it's so short🧍‍♂️☹️)

Tw: Blood, slicing monsters guts, sold reader to get experimented on.

Summary: Finally got the relic together and would be able to go home, but Leon thinks there's just something more to discover.

𝚇𝙸.

It was already 6:00, Leon manage to get the two of you back in the basement—which was now marked as your safe zone. He focuses on your comfort first before proceeding, feeding you, yet, another energy bar.

“Feeling better?” He asked, legs spread out and patting your back, “a little.” You mumbled, finishing the energy bar and drinking water. You check your watch and see that it’s already nighttime, “it’s dark, should you want to continue tomorrow morning where the sun is out?” Leon suggested, knowing your discomfort in the dark.

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?” Leon asked again, to make sure if you’re really up for the job in searching at night.

“I think it would be better if we finish this as soon as possible.” You admitted and scratched the back of your neck, Leon nodded and acknowledged it. He stood up and help you get on your feet, “let’s go.”

It was dark out, you found the creatures body still on the ground. Face to the dirty dirt, “do you see anything glowing?” you asked, Leon kneels down and flip it over, the thing is glowing from it’s stomach. “I think you might want to turn around, princess.”

You gag and nodded, you turn your back at him while he takes his knife out and started slicing the entity’s stomach, crimson splattered to his bicep, hands and shirt.

“Shit.” Leon spat and you heard him spit out, “you okay?” you asked in worry, “I’m fine, just too much black blood.” He assured and continue slicing down to its stomach, he is no surgeon to do this—but he has to.

“Leon… I think you might want to hurry up.” You mutter, voice shay and your breath hitches.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” Leon groans and frown as he struggle to get the fourth piece out, it was quite big too. He curled it in to a thick layered fabric and tuck it in the bag.

“Don’t. Move.”

Leon turn his head to what you’re looking at, it was there. Standing and gutting out crimsons from it’s eyes, the smile forcefully turning to a frown. It made an eerie noise as it tilts its head to the side, you both could see a light glow from the neck.

“That’s probably the stone itself, right?”

“it has to be.”

You swallowed your saliva as you take a couple of deep breaths, you wait for Leon’s signal. “On me, okay?” you nod at his words, “I’ll count to three and you’re going to run from that side,” Leon points to your right, “while I go the other.”

You nodded and warm up your legs, the injury you had is still healing but it has grown numb when adrenalin rushes through your veins.

“One.”

The creature slowly crawls, rotating it’s head slowly to a 360°, you swear that you could’ve peed in your pants a little.

“two.”

“Come on, come on.” Your heart pounding and your mind racing, it’s almost close.

“Go!” You made a run for it, you separate from Leon as the creature targeted you. “Fuck, Leon!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, “I’m here!” Leon shouts back, throwing each bullet to find the weak point.

“Do you see it?”

“Not yet!”

You swear your legs is gonna give out, you stop your track as the creature laughs at you for being foolish—you slide down from below and continue your run, “I think it’s on the neck!” Leon took note of that and got the creatures attention by throwing a flash bang at it.

It blinded for a good few minutes as Leon told you to come to him, so the attention would be his.

It hisses and screamed loudly, the crows flock and fled, making it shake the trees.

“Didn’t know you’re part of an Opera.” Leon remarked, hiding you from the creature, “come on big guy, come and get me.” He taunt and made his run, it was pissed and started speeding up to catch Leon.

You came out from your hiding spot and watch Leon do the job, Leon dropped the bag beside you, you rummage to it and find another flash bang, since you saw that it immobilize the creature for a good minute. You thought to give it a try and help him out.

“Leon!” you called, “heads up!” he ducks down, the curious creature turn its head as the flash bang turned off to its face, giving Leon enough time to aim and shoot to its neck.

Bang—

You closed your eyes and peek a little, the thing is now on the ground—not moving or breathing, it’s dead.

“Good job,” he praises as you ran up to him and help him up, “no problem.” You smiled at him and gave him a big hug, “now is not a place to give me your biggest hug.” You shy away from his embrace, he smiled at you as the two of you were sitting in the ground.

“Leon.”

“Yeah?”

You lean to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, “thank you.” Your lips brush to his ear as you help him up. “No,” he pause, “thank you.”

You hum and help him up, you handed him his knife and gesture him to now cut open the creatures throat, “all yours.” He chuckles at your tactics, “thank you.” He takes it and step towards the dead entity, you turn around as he do his part.

“Hunnigan?”

“Yes?”

“We got it.” Leon looks at you as you two put the pieces back together and put it in a suitcase that’s made for only that stone.

“Great, I’ll make a report, do you want me to sent a chopper?” Hunnigan asked, Leon looked at you for a second—you tilt your head to him, “is there something wrong?” you asked, Leon shakes his head and returns to Hunnigan.

“Not yet, there’s still some things we need to get done.” Leon ended the call and turns to you, “what do you mean?” you asked him, he cups your cheek and grabbed your waist.

“We need to find a lab, and make sure there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Leon, I’m perfectly fine.”

“No, you’re not.” His expression hardens and sigh, “you were experimented on when you’re unconscious, princess.” Your face and heart dropped, “we need to make sure you’re not turning to one of them…” Leon confesses, his eyes softens when he sees you’re visibly scared.

“I’m here,” he pulled you into a tight embrace, you couldn’t choke a sob or let a tear slip. It was just nothing. You let Leon caress your hair and hum assurance in your ear, “Let’s get back inside and know who’s behind to all of this, hm?”

Leon made you look into his blues, his eyes speaks volume as you gave him a small nod and a faint smile. “Okay…” you manage to mutter out.

“I trust your judgement.”

He pulled you close, hands intertwined as the two of you got inside the mansion again. Leon buried the briefcase somewhere, hoping that no one would take it since Leon knew how to perfectly hide some valuable under the dirt.

Your mind was racing and thinking of the worst case scenarios. You didn’t do anything wrong, you hardly make enemies and you always do what your parents asked you to (well except for changing clothes), all you know is that you gave your all and that you have been a good fucking girl.

It was already 9:30 at that point, you two searched from up and below. Trying to crack every single puzzle, you picked up a piece of paper in one of the books in the library—you two paced back to the rooms that you two already searched.

It doesn’t hurt to double check, right?

You read the note, your brows knit together as you recognize this handwriting.

You don’t know how much I would do everything in my power to kill that bitch! She’s taking away everything and getting in my plans, how I never even regret setting her mothers accident, I don’t feel remorse to a poor mother and her disgusting daughter.

My baby won’t even look at me when that burden is in the same room as we were, I even realized that I’m not part of his inheritance—he said with a proud smile that all his belongings and money would come to his daughter if it means he'll be a good father.

What about me?

The plan I did to kill his wife and ruin their marriage, was it all in vain? Why did his daughter have to be born, so stupid!

No worries, plan B is where we are going to roll. Sell her to the creeps who do questionable experiments, if her father didn’t manage to recognize her—then the inheritance will be mine, he would think that his daughter is now dead and would never become an ugly monster.

Leon took the note from you and crumbled it into a ball and tuck it in his pockets, “Come here…” He coos and hugged you tight, “It’s okay…”

“Leon..?”

“Yeah?”

“Will I become a monster?”

Next Chapter>>>

[specialized-rexan]

SCREENSHOTS I GOT FROM THE JEREMY JORDAN LIVESTREAM YESTERDAY. especially love the comments on his duck drawings. he was very proud of some of them since he needed to practice before the stream. he admits he does not draw much lol

and here's Lucifer's signature that Jeremy came up with: a cursive capital L attached to a pentagram!

the stream was SO FUN and literally only felt like 20 minutes even tho it was almost an hour

at one point he mentioned he's making pancakes with olive oil now since he has high cholesterol, and that he LOVES how the pancakes turned out. someone responded:

(later someone joked he should make pancakes with bacon grease and he almost shouted (not angrily) "DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE? I JUST SAID I HAVE HIGH CHOLESTEROL. I just said. I had high cholesterol. Are you TRYING. To kill me."

anyway back to screenshots lol)

"Take that, depression!" was a popular quote to write on prints, and he said he hoped we're not depressed and it was very sweet

some more quotes written during the stream and other notes:

"I'm gonna be signing these prints of my boy Lucifer, the short king of Hell"

he drank both a cold smoothie and hot tea during the stream. "Doesn't make any goddamn sense, but here we go."

"It's never too late to fuck up--too late to fuck shit up" (a legitimate accidental stammer. but still perfect in its own way)

"Every time I hear the name 'Shay' I think of my daughter's friend at school. My daughter's obsessed with a friend named Shay. 'S all she talks about. 'Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay Shay.' Shay and Madeline. It's like 'You can be your own person. Clara. You are your own HUMAN.' …HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATHERINE."

hopes to go to some conventions for Hazbin Hotel. more likely to go to cons in New York, New Jersey (where he lives), or Philly area

"He's just a li'l cutie. :3 Is he really da bosh? :3" (wondering if Lucifer really is the Big Boss of Hell Himself or if it's just more of a title)

"Hope you're not depressed"

" 'Write something Lucifer would say to cheer someone up.' And I think Lucifer would think that… 'SINGING MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!' At least when it comes to rebuilding your relationship with your daughter."

"Guess what's in my smoothie. There are six ingredients. Go."

"…said draw a little duck, so I drew the smallest duck I could. (holds print up to camera then says in small high-pitched voice:) It's a little duck!"

MORE QUOTES UNDER THE CUT. THIS POST IS GETTING LONG ASFQJSKSKSKKS

_____

about his smoothie again: "Obviously, I just went to the gym. So I gotta have some kinda supplement in there. ... WHAT'S THE BASE, Y'ALL? YOU GOTTA HAVE A BASE." (someone could use that audio and give a character a bass guitar lol)

(still about people guessing smoothie ingredients:) "WATER? Why would I put water in my smoothie. (mutters:) Water is for losers. ... Kale! -grins and points at camera- That's it! You win. That's my smoothie."

his smoothie was blueberries, bananas, strawberries, protein powder, almond milk, kale

"…with a hUUGE shmiley faysh! :3" (about a little " =) " smile he wrote with an autograph)

"THAT DUCK IS CUTE!"

"We love, we stan Lilith"

AGGRESSIVELY, ABOUT A JOKE HE MADE: "GET IT?"

Some fatherly advice from Lucifer: "Don't fuck up your lives like I did 😎"

HE SANG THE START OF HELL'S GREATEST DAD AND WANTS A MIMZY-LESS VERSION THAT ACTUALLY HAS AN ENDING QSJFKSKKSKS

he's only seen Hazbin Hotel once, and he had "~champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to staaart~" going through his head for the two+ years between recording his lines and the show airing. he wasn't able to tell anyone it because of non-disclosure stuff, and eventually he even forgot what that song line was from. but it still went through his head

"[Person he was signing an autograph for] is a bi girl [bisexual], and that's pretty baller"

"AN INCREDIBLE DUCK YOU SHALL HAVE"

"Take that depression!! Quack"

"Hold please!" (i just liked imagining Lucifer saying almost any small thing)

Jeremy Jordan says Lucifer is short, and not just that all the other characters are tall (i cannot confirm that that is canon even tho that's what i want LOL) "What gives!? There are short people in this world, and they need some love"

someone asked what he thinks about OC x canon ships. he was confused about what OC means and then when the chat explained, he was confused about how "OC x canon" works. but he figured it out after thinking for a moment. "So basically everybody wants to fuck Lucifer. GOT IT."

"Am I going to Hell for this" (about all the pentagrams he's drawing)

"…so i just did a bunch of stars and hearts around Emery's name 💜"

someone asked about his favorite Hazbin Hotel song, and he answered that season 2 has a rock song he really likes 👀 👀

"(a requested phrase for an autograph:) 'Duck lord loves you no matter what.' ...Don't know what that particularly means but…"