#sorry i’m brown therefore my characters are brown

[glutengoblin]

Please Please Please (Sebastian Sallow X Reader)

A/N: This took me embarrassingly long to publish, especially given the fact I finished writing it over a week ago. Unfortunately, my health got in the way. So again, please forgive me for being so inconsistent with my writing.

Anyway, here is my small, fluff fic inspired by "Please Please Please" by Sabrina Carpenter. Consider this your sweet treat before I get back to my beloved depressing themes!

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: All characters are aged up to 18. Also, I am not Sabrina Carpenter and therefore do not own the rights to "Please Please Please"

“SEBASTIAN SALLOW. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.”

Y/n held him by the collar, glaring daggers sharp enough that it felt like her gaze was burying under his skin. The cold of the undercroft in which they were currently standing couldn’t compete with her icy glare.

“Y/n I swear its all a misunderstanding… I just wanted to collect some more lacewing flies-”

“I don't care if what you were doing was innocent enough Sebastian. But, another detention, for being caught off school grounds during curfew hours again. Are you trying to create a reputation for yourself at this school?” She released his collar, letting out a frustrated huff as she took a step back, reevaluating the man in front of her. She loved him, she truly did, but some times he just seemed to want to get on her nerves.

Y/N always knew (or at least, wanted to believe) that under his seemingly rough exterior, Sebastian had a heart of gold. He would do anything for his friends and family to try and keep them physically safe. However, what seemed to be increasingly the case is the fact that he never tried to keep her emotions safe. She was constantly filled with worry that one of his escapades would land him in serious trouble. Sure, she too did her fair share of parading around campus when not allowed. However, that was different, given 1. she never did anything too dangerous, and 2. she was never stupid enough to get caught.

Sebastian was another case entirely though- she didn’t know if was ego or testosterone that seemed to get the better of him, but these infractions were becoming increasingly common.

Sebastian flashed a sheepish smile, taking a step towards her to close the gap and take her hand.

“Please, Y/N. I swear I won’t do it again. I’m sorry for making you worry,” he promised, bringing his thumb up to pass it over her cheek. “I love you, you know that right?”

Y/N sighed, some of the tension leaving her features as she studied his face, choosing to believe him yet again. “I- Fine Sebastian. I forgive you. And I love you too.”

🎀

Sebastian seemed to keep to his promise to keep out of trouble… Until 10 am the next morning.

Y/N and Natty were making their way towards the great hall, chatting about their shared potions class for today, when they witnessed a certain brown-eyed Slytherin being dragged towards Headmistress Weasley’s office. Though Sebastian was trying to put on a show of being remorseful, the Headmistress was clearly having none of it, raising her voice uncharacteristically loud for matters that involved a student.

“What on Earth has he done now…” Y/N muttered as she continued to walk, not caring to stay in the court yard any longer to watch that scene unfold. Truly, she just wanted a break from his antics for one day, but even that seemed unattainable at this point.

Natty picked up her pace to find herself in step with Y/N again, before declaring, “You know, Y/N, he certainly has gotten himself into a lot of trouble recently.”

Y/N muttered something to herself under her breath, trying to pick the best way to respond.

“I know, Natty. But you know, its just… Slytherins. Those Slytherins, always getting in trouble. Sebastian just seems to get caught up in the culture of his house a bit, you know? I’m sure he’ll grow out of it once we leave Hogwarts.” Natty raised an eyebrow at that, clearly unsure if she agreed with that statement. However, she failed to state that out loud, just opting to follow Y/N in the Great Hall and into a hopefully peaceful breakfast.

The pair decided to join Poppy at the Hufflepuff table, who was currently whispering to Adelaide Oaks about some peace of drama that seemed to be swirling today. Y/N tried her best to hope that it wasn’t about her and Sebastian, but the eyes on her as she made her way over to the table said otherwise.

She was used to being stared at. After all, when she was proclaimed the “Hero of Hogwarts” after the events of her fifth year, she had had all eyes on her. Thankfully, the attention had died down some in recent years. But, Sebastian’s increasingly brash actions where starting to gain him a reputation, and by extension, gain her one for choosing to stay by his side.

Poppy and Adelaide were clearly a bit startled when Y/N and Natty sat down, first looking at them, then looking at each other, as if trying to telepathically communicate about what to say.

“Um, good morning Y/N!” Poppy said, clearly trying her best to use her typically happy tone. “How are you doing this morning?” She asked, her eyes darting over Y/N’s features.

Y/N let out a sigh in response, picking up an apple and taking a sizeable bite out of it. “If you’re trying to ask about what happened with Sebastian this morning, Poppy, I honestly have no clue. Natty and I left the courtyard before I could see Weasley drag him into her office. Again.”

Poppy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, as Adelaide decided that perhaps she should add to the conversation.

“Y/N- Can I just ask you a question? Hypothetically of course… Apologies if this is too brash. But why exactly do you stay with Sebastian when all he seems to do is cause so much ruckus in your life?” The look on Y/N’s face caused Natty to grab her arm and give a gentle squeeze as if trying to convey that maybe she should think before turning Adelaide into a chicken. After taking a deep breath and determining that she felt ready to give a measured response, Y/N finally opened her mouth again.

“Because, Adelaide… heartbreak is one thing, my ego’s another. And I would argue heartbreak is worse, even though Sebastian has been doing quite a bit of damage to my ego at the moment.”

Her friends regarded her quietly, trying to determine the best way to respond. It wasn’t like Y/N to comment this heavily on her relationship - typically, she only said overwhelming positive things about Sebastian. However, everyone did have their breaking point, and they were beginning to wonder if Y/N had finally hit her’s.

“So what do you think you’re going to do about his behavior?” Poppy finally chimed up, breaking the silence. Y/N let out a small sigh, a look on her face that suggested she was trying to contemplate her options.

“Speak to him about it, I suppose… Maybe he just doesn’t realize to what extent this is effecting me.”

Adelaide shot Y/N a skeptical look, as if she couldn’t image the Sebastian Sallow ever not acting only in his best interest. “Whatever you say Y/N… Just know that we’ll support you, regardless.”

🎀

Y/N did in fact speak to him again, specifically that night, in the same spot in the undercroft they had been in the previous night.

Somehow, tensions were running even higher, as this time Sebastian let out a frustrated huff. “I just don’t understand what you want of me Y/N, its not like I was doing anything objectively wrong.”

Y/N shook her head, as she began pacing to try and relieve her body of the tension that had consumed it. She honestly didn’t know which was worse at this point- the trouble that Sebastian’s actions had the potential of getting him into, or the silent judgement of her friends that seemed to be taking a much larger toll on her conscious than usual.

“I’m going to be completely honest Sebastian. I just don’t get it. There’s plenty to do in the castle- Its so nice in Hogwarts honestly. I really don’t see why you’d even need to leave the grounds so often- and besides, regardless of why, can you please try to realize that my friends are concerned. They’ve always been worried that you’re a ‘bad guy’, and frankly your actions are driving them even further towards that conclusion. I just want to know why you keep doing this!” She kept pacing, at a rate that would eventually wear marks into the stone floor, until Sebastian caught her hands and pulled her into a stop in front of him.

He flashed her the same smile he always did, the one so full of hope and love that she couldn’t help but melt and forgive him. He leaned in, brushed the loose strands of her hair behind her ears, and pressed a soft kiss against her nose. “I unfortunately can’t tell you why yet. I am sorry for embarrassing you though, Y/N. I promise that wasn’t my intent, and I will try to do every in my power to not embarrass you anymore.”

She stared at him, with daggers in her eyes. “I… its not fine. But you better have a damn good reason for all of this Sallow for me to even have a shot at forgiving you.”

He let out a soft smile, and pressed another kiss to her cheek. “I swear on my honor.”

🎀

To Sebastian’s credit, he did manage to keep that promise for almost exactly 10 hours more than he had the day before.

Upon hearing the news that Sebastian had to serve detention again that evening, for some atrocity he had committed that night, Y/N decided it was in her best interest to go get black-out drunk with her friends at the Three Broomsticks to try and forget. At least it was in fact a Friday, so she did have some excuse for her behavior.

The night started off fine, but a few drinks in and Y/N was beginning to feel like she needed to start rethinking her life. She wasn’t sure how much more of Sebastian’s delinquency she could endure. She truly did love him, she even appreciated that he was flawed given she was too - but sometimes, it just felt as if he let his emotions get the better of him… and her.

At this point in the night, she had almost begun crying as Poppy was rubbing comforting circles into her back, trying to persuade her that perhaps another shot of fire whiskey was not the best idea.

Natty and Adelaide shot worried glances between them, trying to decide what they could say in the noisy mess that was the Three Broomsticks, as to hopefully not embarrass her but knock at least some sense into her.

“You know, Y/N, we’re graduating in a couple weeks. Maybe this is a good time to start thinking about what you want your life to look like post-grad.” Poppy said nervously, unsure if Y/N would take kindly to her hinting that perhaps her relationship is something that she should also leave in the past.

Y/N looked up at her, tears in her eyes, as she studied her friends face. “You really think so? I don’t know Poppy… I really do love him.”

Poppy let out another frustrated sigh, trying to determine what she could say to possibly get her friend to change her mind. However, she ran out of time when out of the corner of her eye she saw a certain Slytherin pushing his way through the crowd.

Sebastian had a wide smile on his face, until he got nearer. Upon seeing the tears rolling down his beloved’s face, his expression instantly filled with worry. He greeted her friends, before slowly wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss against her temple. “Everything alright my beloved?” He whispered against her ear, the concern evident on his face.

Y/N looked at him for a second, as if processing, before her expression turned to almost disbelief. “I just don’t get it, Sebastian. Why do you always have to go embarrass me like this… I just can’t take it anymore… Honestly, what I truly want to know though is why!? Why do you seem to not care about making me this upset?”

Sebastian swallowed, trying to figure out the best way to approach this concept. Deciding that perhaps honesty was over due, he let out a shaky breath before turning to face her head on. “I do care about making you this upset Y/N. Its just that, well, I’ve been busy collecting things.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at that, giving him and incredulous look. “Collecting… Things? That’s what this is all about.” She let out a short laugh, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

Sebastian stared at her, as he put his hand his pocket, clearly fiddling with something. “Well… Not just randomly. It was all to try and get this.” He pulled a small black velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a small diamond accented with a silver band - the ring was simple, but shocking nonetheless. Y/N eyebrows went even higher as she stared at Sebastian open mouthed, as if trying to ask the question without using any words.

“I uh… You see, when I got caught trying to harvest lacewing flies, it was because I needed them to brew Felix Felicis. Yesterday, I got caught while collecting the flux weed. But I needed it because I heard that there was a catacomb that contained the sort of ring that I wanted to propose with… I just needed to get lucky enough to find it. I knew there was a hidden cave in the cliff above the forbidden forest, but had no idea of the exact location… so-”

Y/N barely even registered the words he was saying, outside of the p word that she didn’t expect to hear from his lips so soon. “Sebastian… I, what does this all mean?”

Sebastian looked around nervously, shooting a glance towards her friends before deciding it was finally time he did right be her. Getting down on one knee, he gently squeezed her hand, studying her eyes for any sign of fear. Thankfully, he found none.

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

Y/N clapped a hand over her mouth as the tears started again, staring down at the scene before her. Sebastian let out a nervous laugh, sincerely hoping that those were the right kinds of tears.

“Well babe, what do you say?”

In flash, Y/N felt any anger she had about his past infractions melting away.

“Yes Sebastian… Yes I will marry you!” She let out a small squeal, jumping up from her stool and pulling him up into a hug.

As the two embraced and traded sweet remarks, Poppy facepalmed at the sight. Natty leaned in, whispering softly, “How long do you give it until he gets in trouble again?”

Poppy sighed, and shook her head, “Optimistically, I give him a week.”

🎀

Sebastian did in fact get another detention the next week. However, at least this time he had company since his new finance also got caught sneaking out of the castle with him.

[thedustyleaves]

Sorry if you’ve answered this before, but I really love how your illustrations have such a cohesive color palette, how do you pick your colors to have a certain theme without looking monochromatic?

(In your breakdown on the saloon/western BP illustration, you mentioned that the overall color was reddish brown so you added blue to the main group to set them apart. But like how did you decide on which reddish brown colors to use for the flats?)

Thank you!! Your art is really expressive and the colors always work so well in the illustration. I’m always in awe of your pics

That’s an excellent question! My drawings actually start out pretty monochromatic because I tend to put most of my effort into the lighting and shading part to help differentiate where I want people to look.

For all of my pieces, I want my characters to be in focus. So no matter what, I always have to keep their main colors in mind and make sure their outfits and the background don’t clash with them (Kain’s red hair tends to be a problem, pft).

For my flats, I generally work with two main colors that tend to contrast each other and then I mix a lot of neutrals around them. (Sometimes the main colors are in the light and shading itself, but I’ll just focus on the flats!).

Sometimes, I will change the hue of their colors. So while Kain has bright orange hair, I will dull it down if it overwhelms the piece or doesn’t fit with the tone - like I did for the cowboy drawing - but never so much that it no longer looks like him.

With the cowboy drawing as an example, if I strip it down to my flats, it instantly becomes very dull and monochromatic. I really enjoy working with these colors because they’re easy on the eyes (or my eyes specifically) and I can see the difference in subtle hues a lot better than if they were very high in contrast. I like working with subtleties when I want background characters to become a single unit but still be separated as individual people.

When I picked the colors for the background, I wanted to separate the characters from the walls. Therefore, I kept the walls red and gold, and the characters brown - they’re still within the same warm-colored family, but they’re far enough away from each other that they don’t become one with each other. I also like to not have clothes from different characters blend together, so overlapping colours can't be the same. I made one coat lighter than the other, the glove warmer than the dark jacket, and so on.

(their coats are also in the same realm as the green/gold colour of the details for the curtains and the frames on the walls)

For the paintings I actually chose to put a bit of blue and green in to help create some interest for the main characters and keep your eyes around that area, as it matches the blue they’re wearing, just a whole lot darker. It also makes them pop just enough so they look interesting against the wall, but not enough to overshadow the main characters

I know, because of the way I work with layers, that when I add my overlays, I automatically brighten and saturate the colors a lot. It’s a lot easier for me to saturate something “dull” and move it into all kinds of hues than saturating something already high in contrast and then trying to force it into a new color theme.

But because of this, I usually have to go back and change the colors I work with constantly while the overlays are on. Since the overlays don’t know what sort of materials they’re laying on top of, everything gets lighter and washed out, so dark skin tones, hair, and clothes have to be corrected one by one afterward. If I were to remove the overlays after I corrected it to make it feel like a dark blue outfit on Raki, it’s basically just a black void now; but with the overlay, it’s a dark blue outfit. Before that, he simple blended in with the background too much and he didn’t feel like he was a part of the group either. 

I always try to put down colors how I imagine they’re going to look like, unaffected by light, but I’m also naturally drawn toward more earthy and warm tones, so all of my color choices will tend to lean that way.

Here’s another example of main colours vs. neutrals; the main colours are red and green/turquoise, with dark browns and greys to encapsulate them, and gold for accents or to make certain things pop (the chair, Dakon’s dark coat, etc.).

I never want them all to wear the exact same color, but I want them to feel connected and be in the same 'colour family,' so Dakon and Kain have nearly the same dark red/brown, and Christie and Raki have nearly the same 'bright'/red.

The blacks and browns, I’ve kept warm as well, so they stay within that realm of red. I also make sure that none of them are too close to Kain’s hair since he’s in the middle of the piece, and I want your eyes to be drawn toward the middle, and his orange hair helps with that.

The paintings I basically do not care too much about, as long as each individual painting has a single dominating colour. I mute them down with a darker overlay and ensure they don’t have strong shadows and light, so they get pushed to the background, so despite being a bunch of different colours, each painting feels like a solid color and they’re still cast in the same light as the rest of the piece, so they feel like they belong in the same room.

I try to help move the eye around the piece as well, so I keep the big painting sort of in the same realm of red and brown as the main characters, because it’s so big it shouldn’t dominate with a new color and force interest toward it. The blue/purple ones melt in with the background as they’re close to the turquoise background, but without disappearing, the yellow ones work sort of like the gold accents and blend in with the frames, and the green paintings at the top give the illusion of a monochrome fade, so everything gets more eerie and green as the image goes up - there’s also a subtle green fade that affects the gold accents from the top down, to enhance that effect.

This is just a few examples, if there are any pieces in particular you were thinking of, and it’s neither of these, just let me know, and I can break those down as well!

Thank you for the question; I hope I answered it somewhat, and thank you for the kind words! <3

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Undying Love 💍 (Part 2 - In-Laws)

Time for Part 2! This part gets super angsty at the end, so get ready!

Undying Love - Part 2: In-Laws - Ominis Gaunt x Female MC

Summary: Phase 1 of the trio's plan to fake Ominis's death is working so far, Sebastian and MC playing their role as a couple well, until a family member becomes suspicious.

2.4k words - it's a long one sorry!

Tagging @myrachondria cause you wanted an update! 💕

Warnings: No smut in this part, but there is some suggestive wordings and mentions of arousal. Also, The Gaunts are present.

Smut/NSFW/18+!! Part 1 contains smut! Characters are aged up and out of school. Do not read if you're under 18!!

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5!

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MC woke to the feeling of her husband stroking her cheek. It was a comforting feeling, and she savored it, wishing they didn’t have to get out of bed. “Darling, you need to wake up, Sebastian will be here soon.” Ominis’s voice was soft and gentle. MC fulfilled his request and got herself up, planting a long, sweet kiss on his lips before heading to the bathroom to get herself washed up and dressed. 

When MC finally entered the living room, she found Sebastian already there, sitting across from Ominis, who was on the couch. The boys had a look of worry on their faces, and it broke her heart knowing that she was the cause of their worry. While both Ominis and Sebastian were purebloods, she was not, therefore she was the one most in danger if this plan went wrong. The group sat together discussing their plan once more. After some time they gathered themselves up to leave, MC removing her wedding rings and placing them on the table.

Their carriage pulled up to a large, dark mansion surrounded by lush dark green trees. MC hadn’t even stepped foot inside yet and could feel a negative energy around the home. Ominis was across from her, and Sebastian was next to her, their illusion of being a couple officially having started. 

The three of them had discussed at length what this arrangement would entail. Ominis had set several boundaries - Sebastian could hold MC’s hand, hug her, call her pet names, kiss her on the cheek or forehead, and touch her in any way necessary to make their story believable, (outside of just straight up shoving his hands in her underwear). But Sebastian could not, under any circumstances, kiss MC on the lips. MC and Sebastian had a brief romantic history back in 5th year, at the same time Ominis and Sebastian’s friendship went through a rough patch. While all had been resolved and forgiven at this point, Ominis’s trust in Sebastian never returned to what it once was. Ominis reminded Sebastian once again of what he was and wasn’t allowed to do to MC. 

“Oh, and Sebastian, please don’t stare at my wife’s breasts! I’m well aware she has nice ones, but don’t even think about it!”

“I won’t Ominis! I’ll be respectful. Isn’t that right, darling?” Sebastian took MC’s hand as he opened the carriage door, leading her out. Ominis exited last, but led the way. The family house elves had already shown up to retrieve their belongings.

MC squeezed Sebastian’s hand as they walked, the fear setting in. He squeezed back in an attempt to reassure her. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as they entered the enormous mansion. Upon looking around, it seemed like everything in the house had a dark green and black color palette to it. It was actually quite beautiful, all things considered. Hand in hand, Sebastian and MC followed Ominis to one of the several living rooms the place had, where his parents were reading. 

The Gaunts greeted Ominis well enough, likely putting on a show for their son’s guests. Ominis had informed her that his family was obsessed with their public perception, eager to seem like wonderful people, not the monsters they actually were. His father was tall and stocky, with dark brown hair and eyes and his mother was petite and thin with blonde hair and blue eyes like Ominis. “Mother, Father, you remember Sebastian of course.” Ominis turned his parents’ attention toward them. “And this is his girlfriend, MC.” MC held out her hand, praying that it wasn’t noticeable how hard it was shaking. She shook both of their hands, and his mother commented on how beautiful MC was. MC was the only one who caught the small smile that formed on Ominis’s face for half a second before his mother began her questioning: How long had her and Sebastian been together? (Since Christmas, the day her and Ominis got engaged), what was her house? (Slytherin - not actually a lie, this earned her a nod from both parents) and of course, what her blood status was? 

“Pure blood.” She replied nonchalantly on the outside, screaming on the inside. The three of them had prepped for this moment, but no amount of prep could have prepared her for the utter fear she felt being interrogated by her in-laws. Ominis’s mother was about to inquire further when another member of the family appeared in the doorway. “Ah, Marvolo, we have guests! You remember Sebastian, right? And this is Sebastian’s girlfriend, MC!” Mrs. Gaunt exclaimed.

Marvolo - Ominis’s older brother by several years. She had heard horrible things about him. He took great joy in physically hurting his younger, disabled brother when they were kids. MC couldn’t decide if she hated him or his parents more. He was tall and thin, and looked as if he were just an evil, inverted version of Ominis. Instead of blond hair and blue eyes, he had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, but he still shared many of the same facial features as Ominis. He was also less put together than Ominis, his messy hair a contrast to Ominis’s combed back, maintained hair. “Pleasure to meet you!” MC greeted, realizing that he was staring her down. He simply looked her over, his face expressionless, before turning and leaving. 

“Well, off with the lot of you! Get yourselves situated. Ominis will show you to his room. One of the elves will fetch you for dinner!” Mr Gaunt exclaimed as he brought his attention back to the book he had been reading.

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At dinner, MC sat in between Sebastian and Ominis, while the other three members of the family sat across from them. MC wasn’t questioned any further about her fake blood status, the conversation instead turning to Sebastian and what his plans were for the future. At one point, while Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt were in deep conversation with Sebastian, Ominis’s hand bumped MC’s while he was reaching for a napkin on the table. MC handed him the napkin and smiled, taking a moment to gaze at her perfect husband. Her gaze must have lingered longer than it should have, because when she turned her head forward, Marvolo’s eyes were locked on her. He was expressionless once again, but she saw his eyes squint ever so slightly as he studied her. Feeling uneasy, she leaned in towards Sebastian, giving his hand a squeeze and giggling in his ear. 

When it was time for bed, the three of them headed to Ominis’s room, locking the door and placing a silencing charm on it. MC brought up to Ominis the weird stares she had received from his brother, but Ominis brushed it off. “It’s just Marvolo being Marvolo, but let’s limit the staring, just in case.”

The trio climbed into Ominis’s bed, the bed being big enough that the three of them could fit comfortably. MC figured she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but as soon as she felt Ominis’s arms around her, she nuzzled into him and dozed off immediately. 

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The next day, the trio spent their afternoon in one of the small libraries located in the home. MC and Sebastian were on the couch, and Ominis was in one of the chairs across from them. They were sitting in peaceful silence when someone approached the library and entered. It was Marvolo, walking in and sitting down in the chair directly across from the couch and right next to Ominis. Sebastian gave him a friendly nod and a smile, but MC refused to look up from her book, fed up with his unsettling glares at her. 

“Is that you, Marvolo?” Ominis asked, breaking his concentration on the dictation spell he had been using to read. “Mhmmm.” Marvolo replied, his eyes once again glued to MC. She was still refusing to look up at him, but she could feel his eyes on her. She was starting to wonder if he could speak at all considering he hadn’t uttered a word the entire time they had been here so far. Almost as if he could read her mind, Marvolo finally spoke.

“Are you two dating?” He asked, eyes now locked on Sebastian. Sebastian, ever so confident and afraid of almost nothing, replied instantly. “Oh yes!” He chuckled. “Feisty little thing, this one! But I adore her!” Sebastian pulled MC in close, planting a kiss on the side of her head, which made MC finally look up. For once, Marvolo wasn’t glaring at her, but he did have a wicked smile on his face as he continued to stare at Sebastian.

“I don’t believe you. I think she’s fucking my brother.” His eyes switched over to MC, his smile getting even wider. 

A sense of total panic washed over the trio, none of them being able to properly react. But somehow, the combination of the panic and her being fed up with Marvolo’s bullshit gave MC confidence, as she looked Marvolo in the eyes and spoke. 

“Ominis is one of my best friends and I love him dearly, but he couldn’t handle me.” she smirked. “This one can barely handle me!” she giggled as she rested her elbow on Sebastian’s shoulder. “Oh, you!” Sebastian shouted as he grabbed MC and pulled her in, nuzzling into her neck as she giggled. 

“Prove it.” Marvolo’s voice rang above MC’s giggles. Sebastian and MC broke away from each other. “What?” Sebstian asked with a chuckle, trying to hide his nervousness. “Prove it.” He repeated, a malicious tone to his voice. “Kiss her.” Sebastian and MC felt their hearts start racing, neither of them dared to look in Ominis’s direction. MC decided she had enough, hoping that maybe if she yelled at him, he’d bug off.

“Listen, I’m sure you’re not used to seeing a pretty girl here, since I imagine no girls come here for you, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to give you a free show so you can have something to wank off to later!” There was a bite in her voice, but this only brought on another smile from Marvolo. 

“Hmm what a shame. I wouldn’t think kissing your boyfriend would be so difficult, unless he’s not actually your boyfriend. I’m sure mother and father will be thrilled to hear Ominis is actually the one fucking the halfblooded little bitch running around our home.”

“Enough!” Ominis shouted. Sebastian and MC finally dared to look over at him, he was surprisingly calm, the only look on his face was that of annoyance. “I had to hear these two snogging plenty when we were still in school. I’d prefer not to hear them snogging in my own home as well.” 

“DO IT. Now.” Marvolo growled at Sebastian before turning his attention back towards Ominis. “Or I’ll be happy to have a little chat with our parents about why they should vet any of the vermin you bring into our home, you absolute disgrace to our family!” 

MC had heard enough and sighed before she grabbed Sebastian’s face and gave him a quick and gentle peck on his lips. “Happy?” she spat out. “Nope.” Marvolo sported another wicked smile. “Really kiss him.”. 

Her heart sank. She knew Ominis was already going to be upset, now things were only going to get worse. She remembered how they agreed to make it believable. She thought about the commitment she made to Ominis. That she would do anything for him. “I’m sorry, Ominis.” She thought to herself before she turned her body to face Sebastian, pulling him in for another kiss. 

Her kiss was full of passion, and it only took a second for Sebastian to return the same passion. His lips parted for her immediately, their tongues touching. MC had her hands in his hair, running her fingers through it as they kissed. Sebastian felt guilt wash over him, but that guilt was immediately overpowered by arousal at the taste of her lips. Sebastian let out a groan against them. Though their time together had been brief, Sebastian had really fallen for MC. When it ended, Sebastian made peace with it, knowing he was the one who ruined it. But there was no denying that kissing MC again made him feel something. Sebastian had his hands on MC’s waist when the kissing started, but he moved one of his hands down to her knee. His hand then began to trail up her thigh, hiking her skirt up with it. MC moaned in surprise at the feeling of his hand on her thigh, immediately regretting how audible her moan was. 

Sebastian removed his lips from MC’s to bring them down to her neck. MC whispered Sebastian’s name, confused about what was happening. On the one hand, she knew this was necessary. The more passionate this seemed, the less suspicious they seemed. While she knew that this wasn’t real, she didn’t actually hate it. She had also noticed the fervor in Sebastian’s kiss. Was he enjoying this too? Sebastian resumed kissing her lips, his hand halfway up her thigh as his fingers began to slip underneath her hiked up skirt. This was when MC snapped out of it, as feelings of arousal were starting to creep up on her. She gently pulled away from Sebastian’s lips. At this, he removed his hand from her thigh. 

They both looked at Ominis across from them, grateful he couldn’t see anything, but the sounds were enough. He sat expressionless, but was fuming inside. Marvolo on the other hand had the biggest smile on his face. “I stand corrected. You two make a lovely couple.” MC made the mistake of glancing down as Marvolo stood from his chair, an erection growing in his pants. MC shuddered as she looked away. “I must be off now.” he said with a wink as he left the room, the door closing behind him. 

The three of them sat in silence for several minutes, Ominis finally reacting as he began to hyperventilate. “Ominis…” MC whispered, her voice laced with guilt. The sound of MC’s voice broke him as he began to sob. MC felt her heart shatter at his tears, but she felt like she didn’t deserve to feel sad, knowing she shared some of the blame for his sobs. 

“Mate, we did what we had to do. You know that wasn’t real.” Sebastian said, refusing to look at Ominis. MC shot Sebastian a questioning look, unsure if he was being truthful when he said it wasn’t real. 

“I know.” Ominis choked out, his voice laced with anger. MC got off the couch and kneeled where Ominis was sitting, about to take his hand in hers when he jerked away from her. MC gasped at his reaction as he got up and stormed off, leaving MC and Sebastian behind.

----end of part 2----

[tpotr]

Hello my author, I came to leave a message to remind you when I have time and of course make a one-shot of your characters from your fanfic with all of Rhaenyra's children, all born girls HAHAHA I feel sorry for our boy, having to deal with his sisters and the strong girls!!!

I ended up finishing this right before a plane ride, thankfully! Thank you dear for always being so supportive <3 This is a little plus for all the readers. This is an AU tweak where not only the green children are genderbent, but also Rhaenyra's children. Meaning M!Hel (Rhaegal) is the only boy. You know the green girls names if you are here, so for Rhaenyra's children: F!Jace - still Jace as nickname, Jacaera F!Luke - Liliana (after another Velaryon girl) F!Joffrey - Josephine (not mentioned here tho) F!Aegon 3 - Alyssa F!Viserys 2 - Viserra

Aerea sits disinterested on the high table, sipping on her Arbor red. It is a holy day, and the Red Keep has turned into an odd mix of a tavern and a sept. The frigid brick of a High Septon is sitting by her uncle Daemon, still as if he’s about to piss himself. Aerea has the inclination to cringe at that, but actually does when she notices the poor singers who had been utterly ignored as they sang their hymns. It is the Feast Day of our Father Above, a day for tables of roasts and toasts, as well as a day to lay judgement, for the Father watches over and makes one’s judgement auspicious.

It can be argued that the most auspicious judgement of the day had been by the seating planners. While their father is sitting between their mother and half-sister on the elder side of the table, Rhaegal sits parallel to him, a human divider between her and Rhaenyra’s eldest daughter, Jaecaera. Effectively, he split the table between silver-haired sisters and brown-haired nieces. 

The seating choices had been deliberate. ‘The girls do not get along, therefore we must stick the boy in the middle.’ 

She does not find this decision astute, to say the least.

Aerea used to get along with her eldest niece, back when she looked like a little boy. She even gave her the nickname Jace. However, then she grew to own the same audacity and unfailing entitlement her mother is known for, learning how to speak well without knowing how to apologize. The girl used to be a cute, pugly thing; now she just knows how to bark and worse, be charmingly coy. 

Aerea will admit, she does not take it well when her husband has to play peacemaker. He’s an approachable sort of man, whose looks are graceful enough to be inviting and is of gentle enough character to be mannerly. Meaning, he is susceptible to being taken advantage of by girls who are bold enough, and very easily used by girls who want to annoy her.

“When I passed by the gardens, I remembered how we used to play hide and seek,” Jace reminisces fondly. Aerea brings her hand over her husband’s. Lest he thinks I’m not attentive, she thinks to herself. He glances at her nervously, squeezing her fingers between his for some assurance. Jace looks at her sister, chuckling. “Well, Liliana’s sobs came to mind first, really. When she couldn’t find us on that tree, if you recall.” 

“Can you let that go?” Liliana exclaims, and for once, Aerea agrees with that twerp. As if it has any relevance now.

“Never,” Jace smiles, affectionately patting at the top of her sister’s head. “It is a shame we don’t have as much of a thriving garden in Dragonstone. It is barren, rocky land for the most part. I wanted to play similarly with Alyssa and Viserra. These are sweet memories to have.”

Aerea’s fingers move slowly over Rhaegal's fingers. She’d consider it an affectionate warning, but it seemed more a hostage situation. 

Rhaegal swallows, offering a timid smile. “You can still play with them there during this visit,” he suggests.

Jace perks up. “I should, I suppose. Will you come? I think they’d enjoy your presence. You’ve always been good with children.” 

Aerea’s finger squashes down on her husband's index. I’ll smash your pug nose flatter than it already is. 

She moves herself to look beyond her husband and stare down her offending niece. “We will come. Our twins need more companions to play with. You’d think Maelor would be enough, but they still ask for more siblings.”

She expects it to shut Jace up, but the girl's chocolate brown eyes crinkle. “That would certainly do,” half a dimple comes upon her face as grins at Aerea.  She represses any giggles, and pats Rhaegal’s shoulder. “Seems like you have some work cut out for you, though.”

What does that mean—

She very nearly stood up. She would’ve, hadn’t it been for Rhaegal promptly grabbing on her hand and squeezing on it as if to contain her. His face is entirely flushed red, and that frustrates her too, until he lifts himself from his seat and dragged her alongside him. “We should dance,” he says abruptly, whisking her away. He doesn’t wait for any confirmation, taking her towards the dance floor.

Jace watches them as they leave the table, full grin on. “And I after!” she announces with roaring laughter.

Aerea would have gone back to chew her out if it hadn’t been for the fact Rhaegal already turned to glare at their niece. Clearly flustered, but deliberately glaring. She finds him handsome when he glares. She supposes it is the conviction that appears in a usually carefree gaze. She similarly does not resent the grip of steel he has on her, but that better not be because he must separate her from Jace.

“She flusters you?” Aerea accuses, not asks. Her hand reaches for his shoulder, as the dance’s form calls for, but her nails dig deep at the shirt and skin. She doesn’t care if it makes her easily irritable, the next she sees a strong hand on his shoulder she’d cut it off. If they can take eyes, why couldn’t she take hands? That brazen bitch deserves it.  

Rhaegal gathers her close to him. His hands are supposed to go on her waist, but they sit lower than the small of her back. It is a pleasing enough feeling, and she feels a surge of heat rushing through her— No. Focus. She must keep the frown. He needs to answer! 

“No,” he says, and he sounds awfully riled as he says so. “It is only that she inserts herself to where she shouldn’t.”

Aerea grabs at his nape to look at her. “You think me blind to not see that? I had the entire day to see. Oh, I know she dreams of insertions, that—”

His grip on her becomes more forceful in a split second. It makes her take a deep inhale within. “Hardly,” he says, and cranes his head closer to her ears. “She thinks it amusing, to make you frustrated. Just as she thinks she helps me by making you frustrated.”

“You don’t—” Aerea starts, but  then takes a moment to digest that statement. She feels her ears grow hot, embarrassment and anger smoking at each flushed lobe. For a moment she feels stupid, and then she feels rage. That girl played her like a fiddle? On purpose? She hates that. More than anything. “I’m not jealous,” she says, trying to ignore the waves of envy that ran through her before and now. 

It is just no funny thought to her, having him tempted by Jace. Those bastard girls could do anything and be acquitted from any fault by their mother. As if she doesn’t hear Father talk of how easier it would’ve been had her husband just married her instead. It started with Rhaenyra and continued with Jace and gods be good even if the lot of them die she may just hear the same with baby Viserra.

She knows she had been stupid at times, but she gave him three children and all the love she has left to give. She hates, loathes, abhors how easily they make her feel replaceable. 

Rhaegal puts his forehead against hers. “You needn’t be,” he soothes, as he knows to do. He knows she yearns that quelling, and that makes her scared by itself. She has made so many mistakes, but he holds her heart tender. He nuzzles against her and it is all reassurance, until she opens her eyes and meets his gaze.“But I’d like the flush on your face to be all for me, as well.” 

She considers stomping his foot, if only for the mere suggestion that any redness could come to her cheeks if it wasn’t for him. Jace couldn’t have embarrassed her for years to come if she hadn’t used him. If it wasn’t for him, she would’ve found a reason to smash Jace’s face into her plate of cake and she would’ve been as pale as the moon doing it. 

“As if it could be for anyone else,” she says quietly, and licks her lips. She knows this isn’t quite how he likes that phrased. Between her cynical and his lyrical their words never match unless they make the effort to make them as such, and it is an effort worth making. “I love you.”

He is not one to reach out to her when they are among the masses. His intimacy is a separate section of him, belonging fully to her when they share a lone room. A secret only she knows.

Regardless, he kisses her this time, full on the lips. 

He knows how she likes his love expressed, too.

Aerea sighs as the kiss breaks off. She expects bulging eyes at the two of them. To imagine the prince will disrupt an entire dance routine only to kiss his wife; an event worth the stares for once, if you ask her. She hopes Jace had looked and blushed at a site that required none of her incitement.

And yet, the choice to kiss her has not seemed to have compromised their secret at all. The eyes of their guests are all on the high table, where seemingly, a yelling match between Aemma and Jace is taking place. Or more like, Jace is barking, and Aemma is smirking.

Hah! She should’ve known Aemma wouldn’t have let her get away with things. Sometimes little sisters are good to have.

Aerea almost steps in to come aid her, but Rhaegal holds her arm.“Don’t,” he whispers to her ear, and she blinks at him. Mother and Rhaenyra stand to calm the yelling girls, and he continues, his hand sliding down to hers. “They will be alright. Let’s go.”

“Go?”

He weaves his fingers in hers. “Before everyone can notice.”

Aerea smiles widely. A day for fine judgement indeed; her husband has his wits about him. She squeezes on his hand, dragging him with her instead of slipping away any sort of gracefully. His pearly whites show as he stifles a laugh.

The lords and ladies, and all their family can look as they rush away together. Because his very smile is mine.

[cornerfortherats]

Note: These aren’t all my headcanons for Bruno’s mom and her family, but because a lot of them are spoiler heavy for something I’m writing, I’m keeping them to myself until I finally write everything out. And I’m sorry to @moody-bloos for the wait. I had to dig through months of drafts to find these and some of these I had to rewrite from memory.

I like to think Bruno’s mother has a color-themed name like him (Bruno means brown/dark/dusky or armor/protection), so I decided to refer to her as Viola (since if you mesh together the concepts of Paolo passing on the o aspect of his name, and Viola passing on the color aspect of hers, you’d get Bruno’s name).

Viola is the more outgoing and self-assured of Bruno’s parents. Like her son, she’s good with her words and has a way with connecting to others similar to her. Thankfully, that also extended towards Paolo, who grew up closely acquainted with Viola.

While Paolo’s father ran the Bucciarati family fishery, Viola’s parents would market his catches to the surrounding populace. This naturally cultivated a bond between the two.

Their relationship throughout their childhood was more platonic than anything. Much like Bruno, Paolo was more focused on helping his father with the family business than anything else and Viola was a sort of comfort for him mentally (due to being this sort of carefree yet empathetic person — she could understand his struggles at home while also encouraging him to let loose more). Meanwhile, Viola found someone attentive and patient in Paolo — someone who would remember the little things about her and remained staunchly at her side.

Expectedly, this blossomed into the romance everyone vaguely knows about from that glimpse of Bruno’s past — however, I’ll do what Bruno can’t and give you a reason for their divorce, based off my interpretations (and lore) of their characters.

First off, Paolo suffers from the same problems Bruno does — he struggles with being more physically affectionate, vocalizing how much he truly cares for someone and cannot for the life of him open up to people. This is primarily due to Paolo growing up in a more questionable household while he was younger where he was encouraged from a young age to keep his issues to himself, and wasn’t really given the affection he needed. This is a problem for someone like Viola, who can understand others when they actively seek her comfort, and wants someone who’s more outwardly affectionate and loving.

Now on Viola’s side, Viola is the type of woman who’s very…headstrong, so to speak. Similarly to Bruno (whenever he feels very strongly about something), Viola will be very firm on whatever she believes to be right because she thinks she’s acting in someone else’s best interest. Additionally, Viola is very impassioned when defending her views, so many of their arguments ended getting very heated. (For those of you wondering how they kept that aspect of their marriage hidden, Viola is good at lying and keeping up appearances, and Paolo doesn’t really give much away about his inner turmoil anyways.)

Lastly, Viola (in contrast to her ex husband) had lots of desires for her future that she couldn’t possibly achieve without leaving their hometown. Even if she adored her son, she didn’t want to live the rest of her life feeling unfulfilled, and end up resenting them for that. So that was really the final nail in their marriage’s coffin.

Part of the reason (in my mind) that Viola didn’t visit Bruno nearly as often as she was supposed to was because she really was caught up in her own life. Once she met her new husband, they just clicked. The prior issues prevalent in her past marriage weren’t an issue because Viola had the affectionate, warm partner she wanted Paolo to be, he was vocal about his problems, and he could explain his views in a way that Viola could understand much easier than she could with Paolo. Plus, her husband encouraged her to be less defensive and more understanding of other people.

Therefore, being so focused on the idyllic life she’s been wanting for so long, Bruno really did fade to the back of her mind — well, as much he can when you’re an absent mother who needs to pay child support and your ex husband needs a shit ton of assistance.

With how much Bruno inadvertently bled Viola dry, her husband was less than thrilled about Bruno’s existence and became even more irked by him when they wanted to start their own family. Supporting one child while wanting to have another would’ve been implausible for them, so around the point where Bruno joined Passione, Viola stopped sending them money (which was elicited by her son not coming to see her one Christmas — not out of any passive aggression, but because it didn’t seem to her like Bruno needed her anymore).

[cringe--is--dead]

Hii! I saw your post about windbreaker match ups and wanted to try it. I’ve never done these before so sorry if its a bit awkward!

I’m considered a leader figure and a mother figure personality wise. Growing up a lot of people always depended on me in a nurturing way and I’d like to think i’m very motherly?? I’m a huge dork tho… (I’ve been told) who’s very passionate about learning (literally anything new) and I’m an extroverted introvert. Just overall i’m a huge nerd who loves learning and encouraging people to learn or improve and I love taking care of the people around me! I’m a generally cheerful person who always tries her best, though I get really embarrassed if people compliment me cause I’m not really used to it

My hobbies include learning (anything), studying what teas/herbs do for the body, like an apothecary, and studying. I love learning about natural medicines. When I’m not studying/learning I love practicing martial arts. I’m constantly trying out new techniques and moves from different styles… (but my base style is a lot of kung fu, taichi, and deflection)

I don’t have pets but would really love a cat or dog! One that is fluffy (pomsky, ragdoll). I’m a cat person in general though!

I’m a dark/light academia girl and my aesthetic of clothes and style are mostly shades of browns and neutral colors. I also wear a lot of turtlenecks. I’m really into the academia style

I didn’t grow up with alot of media aside from anime, so my favorite shows all time are fairy tail and inuyasha! Movie wise I love the Kung Fu Panda movies. Books… Probably the Witch of BlackBird Pond!

I hope this wasn’t too much of a bore to read :C… Make sure to drink water and take care of yourself! Thanks for listening to my character profile lolol

AH! this is my first match-up I’m so excited! >.<

Okay! To he honest my brain immediately went “oooh Umemiya!” but then I went no… wait…

Therefore I’m matching you with Hiragi!

I think this man needs some good balancing out, someone level headed that helps him manage his younger classmates (as well as the other 3rd years), but I also think he needs someone to help him cut loose!

Your study of teas and other remedies is something that you can use and it comes in handy. You brew him teas that not only taste good but help his stressed induced pains! Next thing you know he’s cutting down on his gaskun-10! Good job!

I can also imagine Hiragi as the guy who agrees to adopt a pet because you want to, but swears up and down he won’t grow attached. Then you go to his one day and see your cat napping, cuddled on up a sleeping Hiragi’s chest.

Not attached? Sure.

I also feel like he’s the kind of boyfriend who would spar with you! Yes, he pulls his punches, but because the way you two fight is different in styles, and he doesn’t actually want to hurt you. So you show him new martial arts moves you learn, you have occasionally knocked him onto his ass, and he always feels so proud about it.

He casually brags about it whenever he can. (so all the time)

He’s also the kind of boyfriend who hears you mention a topic you’re interested in once, and next thing you know he’s bought you books about said topic, taking you to a museum or event that deals with said topic, and loves to listen to you talk about all the things you’ve learned!

[doeeyeseddie]

Pia can you tell me about actors au 👀

oh this one is a MESS frida, i checked and i created doc on january 13, 2021 lmao and i'm scared to get back to it because it's super complex and therefore complicated, the cast of characters is kind of outdated at this point, but i did reread what i had a while back and i want to know how it continues so that's where i'm at with it 😂 here's some older asks i answered about it: XX / XX

i think i would have to massively rework it and that intimidates me so much

and here's a little snippet:

“Hey there,” he says, kneeling down so he’s more on the boy’s level. “I’m Buck. Who are you?” “I’m Christopher,” the boy says, smiling at him openly. He’s adorable, and Buck smiles back. “Hi, Christopher, it’s nice to meet you. Can I ask what you’re doing here?” “Visiting my dad. He works here.” “Oh?” Mentally, Buck goes through everyone he knows on set. He’s pretty sure no one’s ever mentioned having a disabled kid to him. “And where is your dad now?” “Christopher!” a voice calls, sounding panicked, and then a woman rounds the corner. Her yellow dress and brown hair are swinging with how quickly she’s walking, and she stops short, pressing a hand to her chest when she spots them. “Oh thank god. Chris, there you are! You can’t just walk away without telling me!” “Sorry, mom,” the kid mumbles, looking chastised. “I was just looking around.” “I was making sure he didn’t get into any trouble,” Buck tells her with a reassuring smile. “I don’t think he was alone for long.” “I just turned my back for a minute,” she says, reaching up to fix her hair before smiling at Buck. “Sorry. Thank you for checking on him. I’m Shannon Diaz.” For a moment, Buck is frozen. Eddie...is married? And has a kid? Then he catches himself and stands up, holding his hand out with a smile. “Nice to meet you, I’m Buck.” “You too, I’ve heard a lot about you,” she says, and her smile has an odd quality to it. Buck can’t imagine Eddie has many nice things to say about him, but he keeps his face friendly. It’s not Shannon’s fault that they don’t get along.

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Sick- Charlie Weasley x OC

Charlie Weasley x Adora Parrish

Description: Charlie gets sick right before the Quidditch World Cup, leaving Adora to go without him. Of course, we all know what happens after the game

Word Count: 2.1k

“Are you sure you’ll be okay here, Char?” Adora asked worriedly and she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Charlie laughed from his place on the couch. 

“Adora it’ll only be one night and we’re literally at my mum’s house.” The girl rolled her eyes in response. 

“I know, I just feel bad. You’ve been looking forward to this for so long and now you’re sick. I don’t want you to feel bad if I go without you.” She sighed and sat down beside his feet, which laid across the couch. Charlie frowned at her guilty expression and scooted forward so he was right beside her. He took her hands, grabbing her attention. 

“Hey, you’ve been looking forward to this too,” he pointed out softly. “You’ve been wanting to go just as much as I have. It’d be criminal to make you stay home from the Quidditch World Cup just because I got sick at the last minute.” 

That evening was the night of the Quidditch World Cup: Ireland vs. Bulgaria. Arthur, the twins, Bill, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Adora and Charlie were supposed to go with Amos Diggory and his son Cedric. Unfortunately, Charlie woke up that morning feeling sick, so he couldn’t go. He could barely get up which meant he was stuck at home with Molly and Percy. Sophia was chosen to go so the ticket wasn’t wasted, but Adora still felt back that he couldn’t go (despite his claims that it was okay).

“Are you sure?” Adora finally asked, still looking hesitant. Charlie gave his girlfriend a reassuring smile. 

“Cross my heart,” he responded without hesitation. “Just make sure that you have enough fun for the both of us.” Adora giggled at that and nodded, feeling better now.

“Merlin, that was like watching a really bad soap opera,” Fred said from the bottom of the stairs, making their heads snap to him. 

“What’s a sopra?” Adora asked, very confused. 

“A soap opera,” George corrected from beside his brother, “is a television or radio drama series dealing typically with daily events in the lives of the same group of characters. It’s really melodramatic and exaggerated. Mal taught us that.” The two walked over to them while Adora hummed in thought. 

“In that case,” she started, grabbing a pillow from the other side of her. “Shut up.” She threw the pillow at Fred, who laughed and threw it back. 

“That’s enough everyone,” Arthur said as he walked in. “We’ve got to get going or else we’ll be late. Adora, do you have your things?” The girl nodded and held up her brown leather rucksack. Arthur nodded then called Harry, Ron and Hermione down. Bill walked in from the backyard with Sophia in tow. 

Garden’s de-gnomed,” he informed his father, who smiled gratefully. The rest of the family (save for Percy, who was probably in his room “working on important stuff for Mr. Fudge to look over”) walked in and Molly began saying bye to everyone. 

“Make sure you guys stay safe out there. Adora,” Molly spoke, making the girl look up at the call of her name. “I’ll make sure to take good care of Charlie for you.” Adora laughed and gave her a hug goodbye, making Charlie pout and cross his arms. 

“Mum, I’m literally twenty-three,” he grumbled childishly. Molly gave him a pointed look and rested her hands on her hips.

“What you are is sick with a cold while your worried fiance is leaving you for the night. Therefore, I’m taking care of you while she’s gone,” she reiterated. The boy’s shoulders slumped and he pouted at Adora. She only leaned down and kissed his cheek. 

“Sorry love, what your mother says goes,” she said simply. He tried to suppress a smile when she kissed his cheek, but couldn’t. 

“Alright, I guess.” She nodded and stood once again, looking around until her eyes landed on Arthur, asking him if they were ready to go. The man nodded and began herding everyone out the door. 

“Bye love!” Charlie called just before Adora was out the door. She blew a kiss in response before beginning to walk beside Hermione and Ginny. 

“I’m just saying!” Adora exclaimed as she sat around the “living room” of the tent with the twins, Bill and Ron. “Ireland’s been pushing through the entire season, didn’t you hear about them against England? I think they’re going to win. Krum will probably catch the Snitch though,” she said matter-of-factly. Fred hummed thoughtfully. 

“Well, you haven’t been wrong once this season. I don’t see why you would be wrong this time. My money’s on Ireland,” he said, placing a few Galleons down. Ron shook his head. 

“Krum’s definitely going to catch the Snitch, but Bulgaria’s going to win either way,” he responded, also placing a Galleon down. George agreed with Adora while Bill sided with Ron.

“Guess time will only tell,” Adora stated, handing the money to Arthur for safe keeping during the game. 

Fred ended up being right about Adora’s predictions. She once again predicted the game correctly, Ireland absolutely destroyed Bulgaria but Krum caught the Snitch so the loss wasn’t that bad. Adora was happy to be six Galleons richer after the game.

Adora leaned against the railing as she watched the crowd exit the stands and begin to disperse like a hand fan folding out. She saw a flash out of the corner of her eye, making her blink profusely as she waited for her vision to come back. 

“Oops! Sorry Adora,” Ginny apologized, lowering her camera with an awkward smile. 

“Ginny, what are you doing with that thing?” Adora asked, rubbing her eyes as her vision finally cleared. The girl shrugged nonchalantly.

“Well, Charlie asked me to take lots of pictures of you. So, I took lots of pictures during the game and now that your team won,” the redhead explained. Adora rolled her eyes playfully, she should have known. 

“Come on, let’s get inside. It’s getting cold,” she said, wrapping an arm around the girl’s shoulders and leading her inside the tent. The twins were poking fun at Ron for his infatuation with the Bulgarian Seeker. 

“He’s not just an athlete!” Ron exclaimed. “He’s an artist.” Ginny laughed as she and Adora walked over to him. 

“I think you’re in love, Ron,” she teased. Ron didn’t have the chance to reply before Fred walked out from behind him. 

“Viktor I love you,” he sang before George  repeated his twin’s actions. 

“Viktor I do!” 

“When we’re apart, my heart beats only for you!” The rest joined in with the singing before falling out laughing while Ron rolled his eyes. The screams from outside suddenly increased, making Fred and Adora look to the entrance. 

“Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on,” Fred said humorously, making Adora laugh and nod as Arthur entered once more, a serious look on his face. 

“We have to leave now,” he instructed, effectively stopping the merriment. “It’s not the Irish,” he told Fred before beginning to grab their bags. 

“What’s going on dad?” Bill asked as he stood. Arthur didn’t answer, instead tossing everyone their bags and leading them out. The sight was enough to stop them in their tracks and Sophia gasped from behind Adora. 

“Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility,” Arthur instructed firmly, prompting George to pull his sister closer to him. 

“Adora, you stay with Bill and Sophie,” he continued, looking at the girl. “Everyone stay together and head back to the Portkey, I’ll meet you there.” With that, he pulled out his wand and ran off. Bill took Adora’s hand with his free one and the nine of them began running through the mass of people. 

Adora looked over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure none of the masked men were behind her. That ended up causing her to trip over a collapsed tent. Bill and Sophia had to stop and help her up, which separated them from the others. Just seconds later there was a heavy force that knocked everyone in the vicinity down. That effectively separated Adora from Bill and Sophia in the midst of people trying to get up and continue running to safety. The girl became disoriented as she stood, so she ended up following the crowd into the woods not far from the stadium for safety. 

She ended up by herself in the mass of trees and ducked when a group of masked men passed by. As of right now she was absolutely terrified and she was in pain. When she fell the first time she had twisted her ankle, but she hadn’t had time to worry about it. She had no idea how long she stayed in the same spot, just holding her breath and waiting for it all to go away. Eventually, her ears perked up upon hearing her name being called by multiple people. 

“Adora!” The first voice she recognized was Ginny’s.

“Dora!” The twins yelled simultaneously. 

“ADORA PARISH!” Arthur’s voice was the loudest and most frantic. 

“Don’t worry dad, we’ll find her,” Bill comforted his father. Adora pondered for a moment, wondering if it was just a ruse to get her out there. After hearing Arthur call her name again, sounding even more worried, she decided to make herself known. She stepped over the shrubs and pushed through the tree branches that surrounded her. 

“Arthur?” She called upon making it to the clearing. All heads snapped to her and Arthur let out a relieved sigh. He ran towards her, and she met him halfway, limping as fast as she could. The man pulled her into a bone crushing hug once she was close enough. 

“Oh my dear,” he breathed out, sounding relieved. “I was so worried about you.” Adora smiled and returned the hug. Once they pulled away, everyone took turns hugging her. 

“I think it’s time we go home,” Arthur spoke softly, looking around at what was left of the campground. Adora kept her gaze down, too afraid to see the damages as everyone solemnly made their way back to the Portkey. 

Molly was waiting outside for them by the time they got home. Word travelled fast apparently because the first thing she did was pull her husband into a tight hug. She gave everyone a vice-like hug, leaving Adora for last. 

“Charlie’s in his room. The poor dear’s been worried sick since we heard the news,” she informed the girl. Adora nodded and kissed the woman’s cheek before running inside, heading upstairs as fast as she could with her ankle hurting. After knocking on his door, she didn’t have to wait for the door open and almost instantly she was met with a hug. 

“Oh my darling, I was so worried about you,” Charlie said urgently. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” He pulled away and cupped her face, examining her for injuries.

“Char, I’m fine. Seriously it’s just a twisted ankle at worst,” Adora brushed it off, but Charlie wasn’t having it. He continued to fret, taking her hand and leading her into his room. He sat her down and began looking at her ankle. 

“I should have gone with you, I knew I shouldn’t have stayed home,” he muttered anxiously. Adora shook her head and took his hands. 

“There was nothing that could have been done, Charlie. The only thing that would change is your chance of getting hurt. I’d rather you stay home than get hurt,” she said softly but firmly. Charlie looked exactly how she had just that morning: guilty and nervous. It was for a different reason this time, though. 

“Please, I’m tired. Just lay with me for right now, my ankle will be okay in the morning,” she begged quietly. Charlie looked hesitant, but she just tugged him towards her. She laid down, him following just a second later. His arms went around her waist while her head laid on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie whispered after a minute. Adora thought for a second, then shook her head. 

“I was so scared, Charlie,” she whispered back, her voice cracking as her eyes welled up with tears. “I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” Charlie’s grip on her tightened. 

“Don’t say that, Dora,” he demanded. “That’s never going to happen.” Adora shook her head again and looked down. He squeezed her hip to get her attention. SHe looked up to him as a tear slipped down her cheek. 

“No matter where you are or what happens to you, I’ll never leave your side. You’re never leaving my sight again.” Adora knew better than to argue, so she just nodded. He nodded in satisfaction then kissed the top of her head. 

“Get some sleep,” he instructed softly. Adora didn’t argue with that either. Instead, she nodded and closed her eyes, laying her head on his chest once more. 

“I love you Charlie,” she mumbled tiredly, drifting off to sleep before she could hear his response. 

“I love you too, more than anything.”

[demoiselettes]

Can I have a demon slayer match up with a male character (I'm a girl)

So I'm 5 feet tall and I have short, brown, fluffy hair. I'm European. In the face I am pretty and I also have an hourglass body but my stomach is a little fat.

I am introverted. I would rather be alone than with people but when I'm with a human, I communicate very well and I don't struggle with anxiety. I like being in silence when I'm with someone.

I have both mommy and daddy issues. I often fantasies about getting r@ped and I like older men.

I also have anger issues but I can control them and still talk in a calm voice.

I have really good music taste. For my other hobbies-i like to spend time with my belgian malinois, masturbate, go to the gym or just sleep.

I like to be taken care of.

Sorry if there are some grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Thank you for your time.

Eventide

I match you with Sanemi Shinazugawa!

•I feel like Sanemi is sort of an introvert like you, but he also doesn’t really mind being around others he just.. prefers his alone time

•He isn’t one for chit-chat, therefore you preferring to stay quiet when you’re around him doesn’t bother him

•In fact, he prefers it

•Nemi’s never excelled with words(except for when he tries), and he largely believes that actions speak louder than words

•Definitely chivalrous around you, though it is subtle and he doesn’t let you notice it too often

•Has a thing for teasing you about your height

•He’s not gonna insult you, but his teasings aren’t the extra charming ones

•But he is helpful and he does like to help you reach for stuff which you can’t get on your own

•And then he asks you why you’re so short

•He has one way of showing affection.. okay he has a lot(though most of the time he abstains from being too affectionate), but what he prefers is fluffing your hair with his hands, or messing with them

•You learnt that the hard way when he got drunk once

•You two make quite the duo, since Sanemi has the tendency to get angry rather quickly while you’ve got the ability to still remain somewhat calm

•With time, he’ll probably learn to control his short temper, and you play a major role in helping him

•At this point you’ve both adopted all the dogs you comes across

•He’s a literal father to your belgian malinois and will spoil them, maybe to the point where you wonder if he’s in love with you or with the dogs

•Since you mention you like going to the gym, expect to receive special training in the art of swordsmanship from our dear wind pillar

•..but don’t expect him to be lenient

•At the end of the session, you’re both sweaty, sore and mega tired

•A few times training can end in a.. ah, delicate way heh

•I’m very sorry to tell you that you won’t be sleeping in with this dude

•He wakes up extremely early to train and feed the dogs, and you’re most likely going to be stirred out of sleep with all the noise

•If you ever do talk to him about the fantasies you have going on.. it can go two ways

•Either he’ll turn completely red and scold you

•Orrrr.. my blog is sfw sorry but y’know

•Often rants about his father, whom he hates with a burning passion and listens to you talk about your problems too

•It’s a mutual understanding between you both, you can rant to each other, listen to the other rant and most likely than not you’ll both end up cuddling

•You like to be taken care of? ‘Nemi’s gonna take good, good care of you..

[cyberxoxo]

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i will write ( for male or female , receiving or giving ) ... oral , fingering , nipple play , use of sex toys ( dildos , plugs , etc ) , praise , degradation , bratting , orgasm control ( edging , overstim , etc ) , pegging

i will write — daddy / mommy kink , dbf!character , dom / sub dynamic , breeding kink , switch dynamic , squirting , spit kink , 3some

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Heyy, can I ask a romantic American horror story matchup please ?

I’m an ambivert (mix of introvert and extrovert). I’m most introverted and shy with strangers but goofy with people I’m comfortable with and I'm quite stubborn and sarcastic. Sometimes i’m unintentionally mean because of that. I know to be serious when it is necessary but post of the time i’m « funny » and chill. I really like to cuddle, watch Anime/Netflix/ Disney plus and just chill. My love languages are quality time, physical touch and teasing/ being mean.

Besides all that, I can easily stand up for myself like when something/someone is bothering me I immediately say it and argue with no problem if it’s necessary (and therefore put people in their place sometimes) and don’t necessarily need people to help me with this ( but it sometimes depends on the situation).

I’m also collected but have a certain attitude with a bit of nonchalant manners sometimes. All that doesn't mean that i'm not polite and respectful because i really am.

* About my apparence, I’m a black girl and my height is 5’7, I have 4c black hair (but i often wear braids) and I have dark brown eyes. My general style is more like jogging, crop top/ oversized shirt and jordan, or anything comfy. And sometimes my style is more like « a baddie »

Thanks and have a good day (I’m very sorry if it’s too long 😭)

I ship you with.... Kyle Spencer! (Pre death)

Kyle admires how different you are compared to alot of the girls he's around at his university. They were more of the extroverts that thrive off of the partying lifestyle. There's nothing wrong with it per say, Kyle is also an ambivert who doesn't mind an occasional party or two but would rather be around his close circle of friends.

Your sarcasm and humor makes him laugh every time you're witty with a rude professor or classmate. At first, Kyle might not be keen how you're mean at times to him because of his mother's abuse. It would take a while for him to get used to when to take your rudeness with a grain of salt.

Although Kyle hasn't watched much anime since he was a kid, he's all for watching it with you with the occasional question of which character is which. He loves how you're able to take care of yourself but he can't help but to try to protect your from some of the people you've argued with.

[kilopassociation]

My kingdom for the princess 2 level 4.5 walk through

#My kingdom for the princess 2 level 4.5 walk through series

Zelda has also been depicted in casual attire, such as in Skyward Sword, or in a blue shirt with Hylian embroideries as the Champions commander in Breath of the Wild.Īssociated with the Goddess Nayru and the Triforce of Wisdom, Zelda possesses keen insight and good judgment-although this does not always avail her in eschewing capture. She often wears jewelry such as ornate earrings (which in some games feature a Triforce design), as well as a royal gown of white, pink, lavender, or another pale color (red in The Adventure of Link), usually bearing the Royal Family's crest. She also has light brown hair in The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past (though she is depicted as being blonde in artwork), and auburn hair in The Adventure of Link. for Nintendo 3DS / Wii U, in which her appearance is based on that of Twilight Princess), she is depicted as a brunette. In Twilight Princess, however (and therefore in Super Smash Bros. Zelda is portrayed as a young girl or beautiful young woman, usually with blonde hair. Additionally, at least two incarnations are known to have tomboyish qualities, such as Tetra and the Zelda from Ocarina of Time. The Zelda of Skyloft was indeed born a commoner and Tetra is the child of a pirate. However, this is likely due to the fact that neither was raised to be royalty from birth unlike most incarnations of Princess Zelda. She is however, extremely loyal towards the ones she cares for (such as Link) and does not tolerate them getting harmed.Ĭertain incarnations, like the Zelda of Skyloft and Tetra, are shown to have a slightly playful personality and more casual attitude. She is also forgiving towards former enemies even when they have harmed her in someway. Though not always capable of defending herself or others on her own, she does not quit and tries to aid allies when she needs their help. She always wishes to do what is right for others and is extremely self-sacrificing. However, each Zelda is depicted as a kind and benevolent person.Īs the holder of the Triforce of Wisdom, she is wise beyond her years and intelligent enough to rule her people. Since most of the Zeldas that appear in the games are different incarnations, they each have slightly differing personalities. Generally close in age to her respective Link, Zelda is most often portrayed as a child, but has been portrayed as a teenager or young adult on five occasions: in Zelda II: The Adventure of Link, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword and The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Just as there are multiple Links, there are multiple Zeldas throughout the series.

4.8.2 Fatal Frame: Maiden of Black Water.

4.8.1 Tekken Tag Tournament 2: Wii U Edition.

#My kingdom for the princess 2 level 4.5 walk through series

4.5 The Legend of Zelda animated series.2.17 The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild.2.16 The Legend of Zelda: A Link Between Worlds.2.15 The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword.2.14 The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks.2.13 The Legend of Zelda: Phantom Hourglass.2.12 The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess.2.11 The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap.2.10 The Legend of Zelda: Four Swords Adventures.2.9 The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker.2.7 The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Oracle of Seasons.2.5 The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.2.4 The Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening.2.3 The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past.Though each is the titular character of the Legend of Zelda series, the actual protagonist is each era's respective Link. Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, best known simply as Princess Zelda ( ゼルダ姫, Zeruda-hime ?, ) is the name for several female Hylians, usually members of the Royal Family of Hyrule, who often play an integral role in the series. Oh, I'm sorry! I got carried away with my story and didn't even properly introduce myself! I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule." - Princess Zelda I know this is a prophecy that someone would come from the forest. The light turned into a figure holding a green and shining stone, followed by a fairy. But suddenly, a ray of light shot out of the forest, parted the clouds and lit up the ground. In the dream, dark storm clouds were billowing over the land of Hyrule. Royal Family of Hyrule ( A Link to the Past) Spoiler: Seven Maidens ( Ocarina of Time) Spoiler: Seven Sages ( Four Swords Adventures) Spoiler: Seven Maidens ( Skyward Sword) Knights of Skyloft ( Breath of the Wild) Champions ( Hyrule Warriors) Hyrulean Forces " I had a dream.

[artofminmini]

what if what if I became a beautiful beefy bovine what if detroit: become cow what then

[ayameric]

Total Khaos | W. Maximoff

YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE.

Summary: You and Wanda had been dating for a little while, but the witch was becoming a little impatient about meeting a certain friend of yours.

Also shoutout to @lis-likes-fics for the inspiration on the symbiote character idea!

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Symbiote!Reader

Main Masterlist

WC: 2710 - Based on request 'I'm sorry you had to see me like that'.

TW: None really, mentions of violence and eating people, slight ass grab.

You and Wanda had been dating for a few months now, and you were still relatively new to the team. So, Wanda and the rest of the Avengers were still getting to know you a bit, but it felt easier with the Sokovian.

She had similar life experiences to you; the pain and suffering you had both endured had allowed you to both connect emotionally and develop a relationship. In reality, you knew from the moment you laid eyes on her she was bound to find a way into your heart eventually, her deep green eyes and luxuriously silky brown hair in contrast to her light milky skin, you were completely enamoured.

Unfortunately, so was Khaos.

See, you were a two for one deal. What appeared to most was just you, but you also happened to co-habit your body with a symbiote named Khaos. A relative of Venom, you were helping to clean up the mess that was caused in San Francisco when you and the symbiote you’ve come to love/hate met.

Since then, you had both been on the run from the laboratory that had once housed the alien, until the Avengers found you and offered you sanctuary and a job. But because you were new, you had yet to go out on your first mission, and only some of the team actually knew of your ‘condition’.

Wanda did not.

She had heard, but had never met your slimy companion, as you had warned Khaos to stay away until you felt ready for the two to meet. You were afraid that your overly enthusiastic and violent friend would scare your new girlfriend away, and after everything you had been through in your life, that was the last thing you wanted to happen.

However, you were quite unaware of just how keen Wanda was to see your powers. It seemed as though everyone but her had seen your abilities, and she was feeling somewhat left out and untrusted. She had even brought it up to you, but you had assured her that it was nothing to do with her and that it was entirely Khaos you were concerned with, to which the symbiote growled in your ear.

You and Khaos had quite the odd relationship, but you had come to respect each other. Therefore, Khaos was understanding of your want to keep her away from Wanda, but she too was growing tiresome. It seemed that it was only you wanting to keep the pair from meeting.

“Why is it even important?” You asked playfully, only for Wanda to groan.

The pair of you were sparring in the gym, having been assigned partners for the day. The room itself was empty and relatively quiet, aside from the echoes of your conversation and the punches Wanda landed on the punching bag that you were holding for her.

“Because! It’s a part of you and I feel like you’re hiding it from me!” Wanda told you, somewhat breathlessly as she halted her assault on the bag. You couldn’t tell, but Wanda was getting pretty frustrated, as was your roommate.

“Yes! She is right! Stop hiding me from her. I promise, she will love me!” The symbiote yelled in your head, and you squinted at the volume of her voice.

“I’m not hiding her from you, Wanda! I’m just-“ You trailed off, loosening your grip on the bag and letting your gaze fall to the ground from your girlfriend.

“-You’re what?” Wanda asked, desperate to get some sort of real answer from you.

“I don’t know!” You said exasperatedly, throwing your arms up in the air. You did feel guilty for hiding Khaos from Wanda. “I’m worried you might see the real us and it might…scare you off?”

Wanda’s face softened at your confession, hearing you trail off and a sense of vulnerability in your tone. She dropped her stance and stepped close to you.

“Y/N, baby. Nothing could ever scare me away from you.” Wanda told you tenderly. Despite only being together for a few months, it was clear you two were meant for each other. You had yet to drop the big ‘L’ bomb, but it was looming. But this whole ‘Khaos meeting Wanda’ thing had put a little dampener on your relationship as of late. “I know you’re afraid, but please, I meant what I said when we started dating; I want all of you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her confession, getting somewhat shy under the woman’s gaze and feeling your cheeks flush. You reached down and grabbed at Wanda’s wrapped hands, taking them into your own and squeezing gently. Maybe it is time for Wanda to see all of you, and Khaos wasn’t that bad, right?

“I am very polite!” Khaos tried to help sway you over. “I promise I will behave.”

“Maybe I’ll let Khaos meet you, but I’m making sure she behaves.” You told Wanda, and she smiled at the admission. “She can’t be that bad-“

As you were finally thinking it would be a good idea, the gym doors burst open revealing a dishevelled looking Clint.

"Sorry to break up whatever romantic moment you guys are having, but we have an emergency in DC. Cap wants us all ready and at the Quinjet in ten minutes.” The archer told you, nodding briefly before rushing off.

“Shit, duty calls.” Wanda deflated slightly, letting go of your hands.

“This is my first mission.” You realised in a quiet tone, staring off blankly. Wanda looked at you and she felt a sense of pride swell in her chest.

“You’ll do great.” She told you sincerely, but Wanda also had a moment of realisation. A mission would mean she’d get to meet your other half. She’d finally get to see Khaos. Part of Wanda felt bad at wanting to meet the symbiote so badly, but out of pure curiosity and a little bit of jealousy that everyone else had met her. But Wanda had been vulnerable with you, about her powers and everything, so why weren’t you?

The mission was supposed to go one way, in and out, minimal fuss and casualties. But of course, things never went to plan for the Avengers.

You were told to hang back, observe a little and help if needed, as the team were still cautious about you letting loose an alien on the battleground. Khaos was getting antsy, and you could tell containing her was going to be particularly difficult.

Hydra agents were opening fire on a highway in D.C, and had taken hostages. The situation had escalated in the time it had taken you all to get there, and it wasn’t exactly going to be an easy first mission. Natasha was initially instructed to stay with you, as she had experiences with dealing with people that had very angry and violent alter egos. However, Bruce was back at the compound, so you would be filling in for him.

But as things got worse, Nat had to dash off, and couldn’t ‘babysit’ you, so you were told to hang back. They couldn’t risk you rushing around unsupervised, they had no idea how Khaos would react.

Wanda was also preoccupied, trying to shield civilians and get them to safety off the bridge. You were still in the back of her mind though, but she could only hope you were safe, and that Khaos would protect you.

But even you were getting a little annoyed, hanging back and watching your friends rush off to save the day. You felt useless.

“We should be helping them! Not standing here like a fucking idiot!” Khaos roared in your ear, and you smacked the side of your head in hopes of getting her to shut up. You were still sat on the Quinjet that was around the block, wearing your tactical gear but not using it.

“I know! I know! But- we were told to stay here.” You argued back, standing up abruptly and beginning to pace around the aircraft.

“Fuck it, just let me take control! I can handle these tiny mortals!” The symbiote tried, and you were beginning to give into the urge. It was like a scratch beneath your skin that you couldn’t itch until you gave up your body to the alien.

You remained silent for a moment, before groaning.

“Fine! Let’s go.” You gave in, and Khaos exclaimed in excitement as her slimy navy skin began to take over your body and engulf it. It wasn’t long before you stood at a terrifying size and height, large white eyes and a snarling mouth.

“Finally! Time to feast!” Khaos screamed, before pounding out of the jet on all fours to rush to the action.

In fact, you got there in seconds, the alien leaping in the air and pouncing on top of a car with an almighty crash, letting out a roar that would strike fear in any soldier. It caused your teammates to turn around and look at you with wide eyes, expecting to see a much smaller looking Y/N.

“Y/N?!” Steve yelled out in shock, as Khaos snapped her head to look at the tiny man. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she snarled into a wicked smile.

“Captain Rogers, I’ll take it from here.” The symbiote instructed, bouncing over the captain, Natasha and Clint, and bounding toward the group of Hydra agents taking cover behind cars across the freeway.

“Khaos, don’t!” Natasha tried, but it was no use. The symbiote pounced on an unsuspecting Hydra soldier, and swiped a large fist at him, sending him flying off the side of the bridge. The rest of the soldiers began to fire as their teammate screamed, but their bullets did nothing. Khaos began rampaging, using her skin to form tentacles to rip the weapons from the agents, and keep them suspended in the air as she attacked.

“Khaos, no eating!” You warned her as she threatened to dangle one into her large jaw, which snapped shut at your chastising, tossing the man aside.

“No fun.” She grumbled, continuing her assault on the small army.

The rest of the team were taking out stragglers, and Steve had called on everyone to regroup. Wanda was quick to come flying round, using her powers to lower herself down onto the tarmac.

“What’s going on?” She asked out of confusion, looking around. This wasn’t part of the plan.

“You’re girlfriend’s gone crazy!” Clint yelled in frustration, pointing to the current carnage Khaos was unleashing.

Wanda’s eyes followed his finger, and went wide at the sight of a now nearly ten foot slimy alien slicing through Hydra agents.

“Th-That’s Khaos?!” She asked in shock.

“What were you expecting?!” Natasha yelled back, everyone worried that they wouldn’t be able to get Khaos back under control.

There weren’t many agents left, the symbiote having made quick work of them, so the team knew it was time to step in to calm the beast. A lullaby, as Natasha called it. But this wasn’t Bruce, or the Hulk. This was a much bigger, angrier, and stronger alien that hadn’t really seen much of before.

“Khaos, come on, that’s enough!” You tried to rope her in, but she had been in storage for a long time, and she was letting out all her frustration on these assholes.

“Is this not cathartic?! They deserve this!” Khaos defended. “Remember what they did to Wanda!

It was a low blow, but that ignited something in you, an anger. Hydra were cruel, and you weren’t going to let them hurt Wanda again. Feeling the change in your tone, Khaos laughed wickedly and continued the onslaught. Unrelenting, the symbiote took no mercy on the soldiers, no matter how many grenades and bullets they fired.

“Y/N!” A voice called out from behind you, one you both recognised. One you loved. Khaos snapped her head around, after taking out the final standing Hydra goon.

“Wanda?” The alien questioned, watching the witch step cautiously around the wreckage to get closer to you. She was walking with a hand held out slightly in front of her, almost defensively.

Despite her name, and her violent nature, Khaos cared for Wanda as much as you did, and seeing her almost look in fear at you made her feel bad. Khaos didn’t feel bad very often, if at all. The beast seemingly calmed at the sight and sound of your girlfriend, and the rage inside you subsided at her tone.

You wanted to call out to her, but she wouldn’t hear you. You really just wanted to hold her.

“Khaos? Whoever! Look,” Wanda was finally a few feet away from you, lowering her arm. “It’s over. They’re gone. You did it.”

Wanda was broaching you as calmly as possible, and the team knew that she would have the best chance at talking Khaos down.

“Gone.” Khaos mumbled, looking around briefly at the bloodshed she had caused.

“Yeah, all gone. You did a good job.” Wanda smiled at you, and despite the clear worry in her eyes, you knew she was being sincere.

“It’s nice to meet you, Wanda.” Khaos changed the subject, turning her attention back to the Sokovian and kneeling slightly.

Wanda titled her head slightly and smirked.

“It’s good to meet you too, Khaos.” She greeted, taking a tentative step closer to the alien that towered over her, even kneeling.

“Finally, Y/N does nothing but think and talk about you,” Khaos informed her, and Wanda tried not to blush at the admission. “I can see why she does. You are a beautiful creature, Wanda.”

“Thank you, Khaos. But I think it’s time for me to see Y/N, now.” Wanda told the creature, and she grumbled again.

“But we have just met!”

“I know, but we can talk properly back at the compound, but I need to make sure Y/N is okay.” Wanda smiled sweetly, and Khaos snarled, mumbling that ‘she’s fine, but okay’, before relinquishing control back over to you. Her skin began to disappear, before a completely fine looking you stood in front of Wanda.

The exchange of control was always quite weird, nauseating at first. You stumbled a little at the height adjustment, looking around briefly to see just how much damage your friend had caused before your eyes settled on your girlfriend in front of you.

“Hi Wanda.” You greeted sheepishly, but the witch didn’t respond. Her face was emotionless for a moment, before she stepped forward and pulled you into a tight embrace, immediately burying her head in your neck. You reciprocated quickly, pulling your arms around her waist and holding her tightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Wanda mumbled into your neck, making you chuckle.

“Me and Khaos are always okay.” You admitted, and Wanda pulled away from you, but still remained in arms reach. Your gaze dropped for a moment, realising that you had let Khaos have too much control. A sense of shame and embarrassment washed over you. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Wanda furrowed her brows, confused at your emotion.

“Why? Y/N, I told you. No matter what, I will never leave you.” Wanda admitted, grabbing your hand like you had earlier that day. “You let me see all of you, and Khaos is a part of you. Don’t be ashamed of it.”

“I can’t help it, I- I just don’t want to scare you away,” You looked at her with glossy eyes. “I can’t lose you Wanda.”

Wanda’s smile wobbled slightly, seeing you get upset always did that to her.

“I will never, ever leave you. I love you.” Wanda told you seriously, and your face softened into a smile at her.

“I love you too.” You closed the gap and pulled Wanda into a sweet kiss, a short peck on the lips, but you both got lost in the moment. The kiss deepened as you swiped your tongue across Wanda’s lips, which parted and granted you entry. Sure, kissing here was probably weird, but you needed this. The kiss was sweet until Wanda grumbled, parting from you quickly and pulled away.

“Y/N, did you just grab my ass?” Wanda smacked your chest, and you looked shocked at the accusation until you realised, rolling your eyes.

“Khaos!”

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[starlitangels]

Silver Wolf

What? Me? Projecting my own insecurities onto fictional characters? It’s more likely than you think. 1.4k words

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David sat down with a huff beside me. I couldn’t explain how I knew if I tried, but something was off about him. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He gave me a look, eyes narrowed.

“Who said anything’s wrong?”

“Me. Because you didn’t. I can tell when something’s on your mind, baby.”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing, angel. Don’t worry about it.”

“I worry about you. I’m your mate. Talk to me.” I reached out and brushed a bit of hair behind his ear. It had grown longer than he’d ever worn it before, and every time I thought about mentioning it, I always chose not to.

His hand lashed up and snatched my wrist, pushing my hand away from his hair. My mouth dropped open in surprise. His eyes widened as he looked at where he was grabbing me. He let go. “Sorry,” he said.

Before I could say anything, he popped off the couch like an electric current had run through him and rushed off toward his office.

I bounded off the sofa and ran after him. “Davey!” I called. “Davey what’s wrong?”

“I already told you, it’s nothing.”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to a stop, yanking him to face me before letting go. “Talk to me, baby. You’re starting to scare me.”

His temper fizzled out. He looked down at the carpet between us, shoulders slouching. “It really is nothing. I’m just getting worked up over something small.”

“That’s the perfect thing to talk to me about, then,” I said. “Makes it easier to work up to talking about big things. What’s going on, Davey? What’s on your mind?”

He held a hand out for me. I set mine on top and let him lift it to press against his face. “It’s…” He growled and sighed. “It’s my hair.”

“What about it?”

His free hand raised and pushed aside the hair I’d been touching. Revealing a few strands of white mixed in among the dark brown. “It’s going grey. Already,” he said, sounding reluctant to admit it. I nodded in understanding.

“And… that’s a bad thing?” I couldn’t help it—teasing was in my nature.

Davey gave me a half-hearted glare. “Yes. I’m too young for that.”

“You’re also the youngest alpha in the city. That kind of stress would make anyone go grey early.”

David took a deep breath and sighed. “I know.”

“If you’re still worried, I’ll always think you’re hot. I think you could pull off the silver fox look really well.” I snickered. “Or, maybe I should say ‘silver wolf’.”

His glower was less-half-hearted this time. “You really are a nightmare, you know that?”

I beamed. “You love me,” I stated.

He kissed my hand where it was pressed to his face still. “I do. So much.” He inhaled deeply. “You’re… you’re too good for me.”

“I mean, we both knew that from the beginning. But the fact of the matter remains I think you’re hot so I stick around.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes while I laughed.

“But,” I continued, “in all seriousness, David…” He looked up and met my eyes as I used his full first name. “Don’t worry about a few grey hairs in your twenties. If you don’t like them, you can always dye it. And it’s not like the pack is going to judge you. I seem to recall hearing a snatch of Marie’s conversation with Asher’s mom at a pack meeting about grey hair being a sign of wisdom.”

Another eye roll. If he did that one more time, his eyes were gonna get stuck like that. “If you say so,” he grumbled.

A smile spread up my face. “Hey, you’ll never have as much grey hair as Ash. So that’s a plus.”

There it was. His laugh. “Asher’s wolf form has grey fur. That doesn’t count.”

“Oh it absolutely counts!” I retorted.

“Need I remind you, you nightmare, that I am the shifter here—and therefore the expert on what does and doesn’t count when it comes to grey fur?”

I straightened my posture and folded my arms. “Well. Need I remind you, you stubborn shifter, that I am your mate—and also always right—so I don’t care what does and doesn’t count?”

David laughed. A real laugh. “You’re chaotic, you know that?”

“Always.”

He bent down and gave me a real kiss, his smile relaxing into it. Long, slow, and gentle. Loving, soft, and devoted.

When he and I first started dating, before I knew he was a shifter, my friends gave me a lot of crap for having an “I can fix him” mentality when I told them about him. But I’d always told them that I didn’t need to fix him. He didn’t have a bad attitude because he was a genuinely rude person. He had a bad attitude because he was under a lot of pressure (mostly placed on him by himself) and put up walls to keep his heart safe. I’d told my friends that he just needed the right love and support, and he’d loosen up. And, as it turned out, I was right.

“Hey,” I whispered, reaching up and pushing my fingers into his hair. Exposing some of the white strands. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. “If it really bothers you, we can do something about it. I can help you dye it, if you want.”

His eyes opened. Vibrant green and piercing right into my soul, the way they always did. “You?” There was sarcasm in his tone, amusement coloring it.

“Yeah. You’ve seen pictures of me as a teenager. I dyed my hair all the time. I know how to do it right. If that’s what you want to do, I’ll help you.” I wound my fingers tight into his hair, rubbing my thumb across his scalp. “I love you, David. Never forget that. And I’m here for you. I will support you through anything, and do everything I can to help you. I don’t know what having a mate feels like for you, but that’s what partners do. Magic, no magic—doesn’t matter.”

He took a deep breath, still leaning his head into my hand. Eyelids fluttering every time my thumb ran over his hair.  He held my gaze. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?”

“Loving me. I know I make it hard sometimes. Get worked up over little things. You take the brunt of it. And you show me so much patience. You always have.” He kissed my forehead. I relaxed against his touch, eyes closing. He wrapped his arms around me. When he pulled back from the kiss, I tucked my head under his chin. He was the perfect amount taller than me for us to fit together like a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces.

I’m not sure how long we just stood there. In the hallway. Holding each other. But it was a while. One of those moments that felt like forever and nowhere near long enough.

The moment, of course, was broken when my stomach growled.

Davey chuckled. “Time to start working on dinner?” he asked.

Feeling heat crawling up my neck and down my ears, I nodded. “Yeah.”

He kissed my hair. “Okay. C’mon. Let’s go. Anything in particular you want to eat?” He let me out of the hug but kept one hand wrapped, warm and callused, around mine. I followed him to the kitchen and boosted myself up onto the island counter, swinging my legs.

“Uh... how about...” I trailed off, staring out the kitchen window. A disgustingly hot Dahlia summer raged just outside. I could see the shimmer of heat rising off the concrete of the patio. A crystal clear memory of David outside working on our yard without a shirt on while I made breakfast cropped up in my head. “Breakfast for dinner? Pancakes? Waffles?”

He thought about it for a second. “Sure. I’ll get started on the bacon.”

“Davey,” I said softly as he moved to the fridge. He paused. “It’s gonna be okay. After everything you’ve been through—becoming an alpha young, running a pack, putting up with me... the Inversion...” My voice dropped even quieter on those two words. “—a few white hairs are the best consequence.”

There was that piercing gaze again. “Thank you, angel.”

[hanazuma-inactive]

Hi, I love your writings ❤. I really enjoy reading them.

Um, can I request Oikawa Tooru with virgin!reader who is (sub, bottom); (praise kink, but doesn't know he has and kinda shy when he knows it); (has shy, soft, and really submissive personality) (3rd year student) ? Reader with Oikawa is a couple of lover, and a roommate. They usually do some cuddles in their bedroom that always started with Oikawa teasing the reader. One day, when cuddling, Oikawa asked reader if he wants to do something more intimate than cuddling and really feels good.

Sorry if that is too much. Thank you

king and his prince, (nsfw) oikawa x bottom!reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: creampie, praise kink! flirty oikawa

a/n: oikawa is probs my least favorite character in haikyuu, im pretty sure i hated him at one point cuz of his personality. i later found out from many website i am unfortunately a oikawa kinnie (even tho i dont really think so but idk) explains all the self hatred lmao, again for the anon that requested it im sorry for the bad quality cuz i stayed up to write this at 6 am so undoubtedly there will be some mistakes

:(

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"y/n, my dear prince~ doesn't it feel good like this?"

"t-tooru…it feels good, i-it really does!" you said, messy hair and looking directly at your boyfriend.

"you look so beautiful when you enjoy it, keep up that pretty face won't you?"

oikawa tooru was too popular for your comfort at school. everyone liked him and they all had a good reason to, and that doesn't make you any different. you were shy and didn't catch a lot of attention so you were incredibly surprised that someone as popular as oikawa even wanted to talk to you.

you were smart and in fact smart enough to compete with oikawa. in fact the first time you caught his attention was when you corrected an answer, making him embarrassed in front of the class. he wanted to "settle this" only to find you harmless. later on he talked to you more and more. the contrast of personality of you two complimented each other pretty well. a cocky bastard who doesn't know how to shut up and a shy boy who likes to listen. inevitably the two of you grew closer as friends, so much to a point where you moved into the same apartment unit.

you didn't mind getting closer to oikawa, emotionally or physically with him being your crush and all so this was pretty much what you wanted, you just didn't think he would be the one to offer instead. being enclosed in a space together made oikawa get a lot more comfortable with you. random hugs here and there, maybe a little head pat, and sometimes leaning on each other's shoulders. it was practically a dream come true and you didn't think this could possibly get better until the man pulled something else out his sleeves.

one day you fell asleep watching the tv in the living room. the weather was a little chilly so falling asleep without a blanket near you wasn't the best idea. oikawa came home to find you shivering in your sleep so of course like the genius he is, he didn't decide to throw a blanket or carry you back into your bedroom and instead cuddled with you on the couch, leaving you wrapped around his arms basically unable to move when you woke up.

both of you would be lying if you said you didn't enjoy it. therefore, this whole cuddling session became a regular thing between you two. oikawa being the big spoon and you being the small one. it went on for a while until both of you realized this might not have been the most normal thing that "friends" did. at this point you're pretty sure oikawa had feelings for you, or else he wouldn't have done a lot of the things he has. after a lot of urging from his friends, he finally decided to confess to you. despite him being the playboy he is, he was quite nervous this time, due to the fact that he had to say it to someone he actually has feelings for. so just like that, the relationship between you two finally became official.

another day you guys during your normal cuddling session, oikawa proposed an interesting idea, and to be honest you saw this coming.

"babeeeee, why don't we try something more interesting this time~?" oikawa said, staring at you with his arms around you.

you knew exactly what oikawa meant, you weren't stupid, but you know that he likes it when you act all innocent so you decided to do just that.

"hm? what do you mean tooru-kun? i don't think i understand?"

"oh…baby boy i know you know what i mean alright~" just as he said that the brown haired man grabbed you in for a kiss.

your tongues started to intertwine immediately. this was very much oikawa's style, aggressive and dominant, but soft and caring when he wanted to. the kiss was generally messy but you could tell that oikawa was putting effort into this with all his tiny and intricate movements. a string of saliva connected you after he broke the kiss. leaving you panting and gasping for air while he's on the other side with a sly grin.

"you ready for the next part now?"

"t-there's more ah-!" you gasped as your boyfriend pulled down your pants at once, leaving your hard cock to bounce out.

"of course there is~ we have to tend to this guy don't we?" he said, holding your dick and positioning himself to suck your dick.

yet again attacked by oikawa's mouth you just couldn't keep it for long anymore. it's like his mouth is heaven made or something and it will continue to turn you on and make you cum without fail.

"a-ah! tooru..i'm gonna cum! mmghm!" you said, shooting all your load straight into your boyfriend's mouth, which of course he gladly swallowed right after.

"t-that's it right? i don't think i'll be able to handle more, you know…" you said out of both fear and excitement.

however all you got in response was a smirk from oikawa as he slid off his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned abs.

"almost done, pretty boy."

something about that word, made your half flaccid cock immediately rise up and become as hard as your boyfriends again.

"heh? what a strange reaction, could this mean…" oikawa leaned in closer, enough so that all the hair near your ears would stand up and said,

"my prince likes to be praised?"

you've heard about this so-called praise kink before but didn't exactly think you'd be into it this much. your face turned redder than they already are and you just wanted to cover your face and run away.

"aw, c'mon, it's cute! and if you like it-' oikawa said, spreading your legs open, exposing your asshole and angling his cock head to the entrance of it.

"i might just praise you a little more than usual, hm?"

your boyfriend was hot but this was undoubtedly the most attractive he's ever been. towered over you whispering praises in your ear as he prepared you with his fingers for something bigger that's about to come next. without a warning oikawa began to inch his way into your ass, moving and adjusting his cock to fit your tight asshole.

"you're taking me so well baby...keep doing just that alright? i know you're so good for me aren't you?" oikawa said, leaning closer at you.

at a loss for words due to how flustered you are, you could only give your boyfriend a little nod and covered your face with your arms while flashing a little red on your cheeks once again.

"y/n, my dear prince~ doesn't it feel good like this?"

"t-tooru…it feels good, i-it really does!" you said, messy hair and looking directly at your boyfriend.

"you look so beautiful when you enjoy it, keep up that pretty face won't you?"

the praises that he showered you with were too much. you were already so sensitive since it was your first time and all. now with all these lustful words turning you on, you couldn't hold it in anymore and came onto your stomach while your boyfriend continued to make slow but deep thrusts onto your prostate.

your head was still a little fuzzy but you could still feel your boyfriend jerking his hips faster and faster, ending with a long thrusts at the end which wasn't hard to assume that your boyfriend came inside you, just like how you wanted it. before passing out from bliss, a hand cupped your cheek followed with a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"you did so well baby…i know you're tired so rest now, i'll be here alright."

you couldn't be more happy, with such a loving and caring boyfriend. that being said, you fell into his arms once again and slipped into your dreams even thought they have already become reality.