#the rot is so real yall. its so real. i want to scream about my ocs SO so badly

[shenzuns]

I NEED 2 stop being so lazy and finish my other blogs carrd i have so much rot for my ocs

[wander-wren]

more thoughts, episodes 142-147. not as strictly in order as before because i forgor but i did my best

so basically all the battle strategy stuff is like, really clever. i’m sure smarter people than i could find flaws in it but it’s pretty good to me! love a good twist as well

SHINSOU SHINSOU SHINSOU SHINSOU SHINSOU I MISSED YOU I LOVE YOU HIIIII 💕✨🥰💝💖💗💕😚🎉

genuinely though im so happy he’s growing beyond his tough guy broody not here to make friends attitude a bit. and his costume SLAYS and i love him

lowkey is spinner being gay for shigaraki or has my brain just entirely rotted out of my skull

that lil dabi and toga moment <3 <3 <3 theyre so cute. he’s still got that big brother in him

AIZAWAAAAAAA

hes such a fuckin softie these days. “i’m not gonna expel you” okay sir just say youre a father

i was genuinely surprised when hawks had his wings, or baby wings anyway. the fandom has talked enough about him losing them entirely to dabi’s attack that i thought it was canon. fucking LOVE his swords though he’s so cool

(i have heard whispers of Bad Things happening to hawks in the future so now i’m very scared but. its okay its fineeeee)

i like toga more every day. like. wowwwowow i know thats the point that shes meant to be sympathetic obvi but Oh she is baby. honey. come here. also girl you are gay for ochako cmon now like Wow

on that note every time they try to push deku/ochako im like yikes! jumpscare

hey if i had a nickel for every time a major character in an anime got a weird giant mutated left arm situation in a Big Final Battle, i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot, buttttt

also: that is gross! ew! wtf!

reluctantly i like monoma a bit now. stupid character growth

two flashfires……dabi is also v gross in that episode but its fine. i miss his old design sigh. but oh well he’s still my pretty boy

you know who else is a beautiful beautiful boy always. shouto!!!! wahh i keep looking at his face he is so pretty i love him

deku is also really cute. and ochako. and toga. and hawks. and just EVERYONE SLAYS

but back to two flashfires umm more touya backstory?? horrifying?? my guy??

and sad wahh the shot of him in front of his own shrine i weep. hey hey does anyone wanna talk about how he and hawks both got ignored and emotionally neglected as children. specifically because they had bad quirks. can anyone hear me. hello

anyway that sketchy shot of baby touya vs shouto when shouto deals that last blow god damn my heart cant take this

i have also learned how to pronounce aegis i guess. lmao

it’s literally 3am the only reason i went on to 147 is because i was Terrified that dabi was dead for real. thank god

i understand kirimina shippers,,,,i started to in s6 as well but they’re just cute. go off

hawks is so fucking. SCREAMS. i’m normal about him in a normal way don’t look at my ao3

his silly little quips <3

NOT appreciative of him being paired with endeavor again, endeavor literally Die, but i know its standard by now. grr. literally his foil is Right over there. currently umm a heap of char but he Is there

WAHHHHH tokoyami and hawks <3 i wish we saw more of them pre-various war arcs. yall know i’m a sucker for Name Shenanigans and hawks slipping up and calling him tokoyami before correcting himself to his hero name,,,,chefs kiss

i’m still screaming about hawks if you were wondering. i’m gay but swoons,,,,

sue me i like quippy traumatized hypercompetent prettyboys. AND he has wings. where’s the downside

endeavor fan 😒 ah well we all have flaws keigo. i still love you

EXCUSE ME DID AFO JUST CALL HAWKS “LITTLE BIRD”

dont know whether to be excited that someone canonically said that or start biting at the Audacity

poor jirou also 😭 someone let my girl retire after this and form a band it’s what she deserves

mkay episode over. it is, again, 3:35 in the god damn morning, i really need to sleep, but i want to state for the record that this is Torture bc i can see that the next episode’s thumbnail is hawks and i’m very scared for him. i mean he’s also the thumbnail two episodes later so at least he wont be dead or in a coma or anything but that still leaves a lot of options

FINALLY sat down to watch some of bnha s7 today because i saw like 1/4 of a spoiler and got scared. i’m just really bad at watching shit & worried i won’t like it. but i would like to participate in the wider fandom again lol

[animated-moon]

hi moon! could you ship your moots with a hq and genshin character that you’d think would suit them?

oHHHHH OKAYOKAY !! but i have like 20 moots so this might take a while, and there may also be competitions but just pretend you didn’t see that :,) also i’ll just to either or bcus not all of them plays genshin !!

@mysterystarz aKAASHI OBVIOUSLY 🙄✋ how could i ship her with anyone else when i just got her wedding invitation hAHAHA. but that aside you guys just give me really good vibes,,, if that makes sense !! you both are just SO CUTE.

@flairlust seggsy man deelook 😩 why ? bcus man needs some joy in his life (which you will give) and someone has to force him to tie his hair up into a high ponytail 😋 also because i think youre seggsy and i love u muah <3

@yanfeiurl seggsy man kaeya. no explanation needed /hj (granting ur wish of stuffing your face in his mommy milkers <33) and also yall r cute !! you give me power couple vibes (like you kick bird abyss mage ass)

@sunamayo okay the first person who came to mind was actually albedo (or venti). i feel like the vibes you give off are very nice and makes me very comfy, so i think you’d go well w them !! besides you’re a really good listener, and i feel like both of them would be the types to really appreciate it

@teyvatdreams honestly? first person who came to mind was beidou. you’re really nice and sweet, and just give me soft vibes and i think beidou would really like that!! after a tiring day big strong pirate woman would be here to make all your troubles disappear into thin air 😋😋

@infxrity iwa-chan :0 you both as a couple give me vibes of that pic of him and oiks where oiks (you, in this case) goes “go iwa chan!” hAHAHAH. either that or mattsun/makki !! i think you’re good both with someone who’s serious and someone who’s playful

@haikyuutothetop ushijima because rmb you are my co manager at shiratorizawa and im dating his best friend 🤪 (/hj). ushijima would find it very amusing when you send him cursed pics but on the times he actually gets scarred bcus of them, he’d look at you like “>:(“ and go “why?”

@u-make-my-heart-tsumtsum tSUMS OBVIOUSLY- y’all give me power couple vibes and you both are either the most fun people to be around or most annoying (/hj) and it’s probably bcus of your displays of affection or just because y’all r being rowdy hAHAHA

@mjoork you give me major childe vibes. both you and jacob hmmm. i think you’d be good with either childe or kaeya !! it feels like you’d go well with someone who is playful and not so much serious

@schppo youre a moot boom 😗 aNYWAYS HAHAH you give me major childe and diluc vibes!! i think that your energy matches well with both of them and diluc would definitely find how you type very endearing hAHAHAHAH. childe would probably bully you playfully and you’d bully him back, maybe not so playfully /hj

@flushphoria iwa !! i dont know why you just scream “iwa loves me and i love him too” vibes. iwa and you would definitely play volleyball together and it makes him so happy when he sees you enjoying yourself !! i just think he really appreciates an s/o who plays volley too

@horseanon--simpforall aTSUMU. you give me super strong tsum vibes and it goes well with the tall and seggsy lady vibes you give me (in my mind you are and will always be 170cm tall <33). you probably bully him a lot for fun and thats why he loves you

@aphrodytem hutao vibes r strong rn. if you were a fanfic youd be the best friends to lovers, 19k words, slow burn, tooth rotting fluff with no angst kind of fanfic! i sense strong mutual pining before you date and zhongli is just standing there like 🧍�� please just date already

@kousukii oSAMU. maybe your discord pfp brainwashed me or something but just, osamu. i think that you can be pretty chaotic if you wanted to but you also give really cottagecore vibes and in my mind, cottagecore person = osamu person

@kitashinsvks actually?? not kita but suna (sorry). i just think that you and suna would be 😚👌 perfect together. you‘re like that couple who’s both chill and fucking chaotic. if you watch korean drama i strongly believe suna would watch it with you, complain it’s cliche then get so invested in the series. also dont even hesitate just steal his hoodies

@luvbub bub you’re so amazing so cute so lovely you’d be good with anyone :,) but you gave me a very strong zhongli vibe!! i think you’re someone who would listen to him talk about the past for hours and drink tea with him ! there was a lot of mutual pining and everyone around you sensed it but yall r just idiots in love

@depraved-empress oooohh the tsukishima vibe is real strong. you were the first person to make him feel like maybe,, just maybe he shouldn’t be so mean (but we’re talking abt tsukki so its only a maybe and it stays a maybe). he’s just so in love with you

@milk-is-here hey seggsy 😚😚 i dont know if you’re still into haikyuu but !! you give me strong tendou vibes !! he would totally watch mcyt with you and would PLAY minecraft with you if you ever asked him to. he probably already does anyway and you both live on a house which looks like a turtle from the outside i will not take criticism

@pockydays SILLA BBY I HAVENT GOTTEN THE CHANCE TO INTERACT WITH YOU YET HOW R U <33 i’m gonna judge you based on your behaviour in the disc server so 🔫🔫 venti !! you give me strong venti vibes. the more i think about it the more perfect you are w venti honestly. like,, he’s a bard and you’re pITCH PERFECT ?? i hope you know this means lots of musical journeys with venti,, at the tavern (don’t worry diluc would rescue you if venti is too drunk for you to rescue him). also you just seem really sweet and would totally hit it off with venti !!

[starlightkenobi]

Tear You Apart // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom anakin, light choking, light hair pulling, mostly just pining tbh

a/n: inspired by the song “tear you apart” by she wants revenge, i love this song and its always given me possessive ani vibes,,, LIKE U WANNA LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT END OF ROTS ANAKIN BEFORE HE GETS BURNT ? YOU GONNA TRY ? YOU CANT !

also: this is the longest thing i have written for this account and i am pretty darn proud of it which is rare for me, so i hope yall enjoy !!! 💕

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Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right

At the right place and right time, maybe tonight

And the whisper or handshake sending a sign

Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind

Anakin’s mind ebbed and flowed with the tide of people wandering the room. He always hated these formal Jedi gatherings, usually coming up with some convoluted scheme to get out of attending. Not tonight though, Obi Wan was completely fed up with Anakin’s usual antics. His stern voice still haunted his ears, and remembering it filled him with remnants of dread.

He was so sick of all of it. The annoyingly forced casual conversations, the same people, same faces, even the same damn Jedi robes, save the few senators mingled into the room. All of the people faded into one dull energy, like a black hole draining Anakin’s energy and enthusiasm. He was sure that if he had to choose between this and death, he would pick death without hesitation.

That was, until he layed his eyes on you.

You walked with such presence, such grace, that it was impossible for someone to not notice you. Your robes hugged your figure and flattered you in a way that Anakin didn’t even know was possible. Your hair hung around your head, flowing around you and illuminating your features like a halo. Which was quite possible, Anakin thought, considering you might be an actual angel in the flesh.

Your flesh. Anakin pictured how soft it would be under his touch, the goosebumps that would arise after the cold touch of his metal hand. To touch real skin, to have that real contact...Anakin was touch starved to be sure. But now, he was ravenous, and you were the only meal he’d seen in years.

A voice in his mind screamed at him, a voice that was very stern and similar to Obi Wan’s disappointed father-like tone, if he thought about it. But he didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to ignore the raging thoughts that screamed, Listen to yourself, Anakin. Your being gross and creepy. Calm down.

Luckily, he didn’t need to ignore them. The second you turned around and yours eyes met, he was gone. Those thoughts were drowned out by even louder ones that told him to scoop you up right there, claim you as his, test the feeling of his lips on yours.

Your lips looked so soft, and even from this distance he could almost feel them pressing against his skin, see them falling open in a drawn out moan. And your eyes, sparkling like the stars in the clear skies of Naboo on a dark night. Deep and endless like the expanse of space that he so often saw while piloting his starfighter. Even still, they were flowing with a lifetime of emotion and soul that couldn’t be seen in all of the other Jedi in this room combined.

Emotion, pure and raw emotion. He always felt so wrong and alone, being emotional. Considering he had been told all of his life that emotions were not the Jedi way. But you, standing in front of him right now, were made of pure emotion and experience and feeling, something that could not be put into words, but only expressed.

Anakin’s heart stopped as he realized that you were actually standing right in front of him. In his trance, you noticed him staring and decided to approach him.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met.” No flattery, no pointless and boring casual conversation. You cut right to the chase, and it intrigued him even more.

“We definitely haven’t, there’s no way I would forget meeting you.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, and your cheeks flushed. A lovely, tinted pink. “I’m Anakin. Skywalker.” He added his last name, hoping that you might recognize it.

“General Skywalker...I’ve heard tales of your escapades, and especially of your unusual war tactics.” Your blush begun to fade, but a light pink still remained. It was absolutely adorable, Anakin decided, and he wondered how flushed your face would get with his mouth trailing down your neck.

“Do my unusual tactics bother you?” Anakin asked, and he visibly appeared less tense then he did moments ago. You were so easy to talk to, and your force energy felt so soothing around him. He wanted to be enveloped in it. Maybe it was some circumstance of fate that he was forced to attend this gathering tonight. Maybe it was this same fate that brought him to you.

“Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’m intrigued.” You gave him your name, and reached your hand towards his, expecting him to shake it. However, the soft skin of your hand was too much of a temptation. As soon as he felt your touch, he pressed his lips gently to the back of your hand. Normaly, you would have been annoyed with the flirtatious advances of someone so early into meeting them. But this felt different, it felt new and strange and somehow, comforting.

Needless to say, you were completely drawn in and wanted more.

Late night, and passing, mention it flipped her

Best friend, who knows saying maybe it slipped

But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light

When she walked in, he froze up, believe its the fright

A deep breath of fresh air filled Anakin’s lungs as he stepped out onto the balcony. The crowds of people had been practically suffocating him, and to finally have some peace and quiet alone with the stars felt magical. Maybe this is what the Jedi mean when they say, “There is no emotion, there is peace.” Out here, with nothing but the endless black sky and the stars, Anakin did feel at peace. However, that didn’t stop the torrent of emotions swirling in his gut. So he figured that old, tired saying was bullshit anyways.

“Fancy seeing you out here.” He recognized it immediately. Your voice, like a serene melody, filled his ears. Immediately, he spun around, desperate to see your face again. This time, however, he felt nervous when he saw you. Afraid, even. So many thoughts were flooding his head all at once that it almost became to much.

“I...wasn’t expecting anyone to join me.” Ankain fumbled over his words, staggering to uphold his good impression on you.

“I can leave, if you’d prefer to be alone. I completely understand. These gatherings can get a bit...claustrophobic.” Your voice was softer now, and Anakin could tell that you were trying to mask the hurt in your tone. You would have turned around and walked away without a word, had he asked, but Anakin wouldn’t allow that. As soon as you turned to leave, he reached out toward your hand and took it in his own.

“No!” Anakin almost shouted, and even though he was afraid, he was ready to embrace any new and strange emotions if it meant getting to spend another moment with you. He steadied himself, preparing another sentence. “Your company is more than welcome.”

A smile tugged at your lips, reveling in his hand warming your now cool skin from the breeze. His hands were so much larger than yours, you noticed. Somehow, it made you feel safer, more comfortable. Anakin noticed and gripped your hand tighter.

Standing here, so close to you and in this lighting, he was finally able to see all of the fine detail in your eyes. The little speckles of color forming their own constellations in your galaxy. He could have sworn they were faintly glowing, each star producing its own aura of light.

You turned towards the sky, gazing up at it with all of the longing in the galaxy. Of course Anakin noticed it, he felt the same way about space. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Unconsciously, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear that had blown out of place from the wind. “Each little star feels like it has a life of its own, it’s own personality and feelings and emotions. I guess that’s why space has always called to me, the stars don’t judge.”

Anakin, still holding your hand, turned to the sky with you. “Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.”

Its cute in a way, till you cannot speak

And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak

An escape is just a nod and a casual wave

Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days

After that first night together, meeting at the Jedi gathering and talking for hours out on the balcony, the only thing Anakin had in his mind was you. Sure, maybe he was a little obsessed, but you gave him this feeling, something that he had never really felt before. He had felt love before, for his mother and even for Obi Wan, so he knew what that felt like. Maybe, he felt that for you too.

But he felt something else as well, something new and strange. Lust, perhaps, but Anakin wasn’t ready to deal with that yet. Right now, Anakin was perfectly content with the secret meetings around the temple, the constant excuses just to get out of some task and see each other, the longing gazes, the phantom touches.

For a while, it was heaven. It was new and exciting and absolutely perfect. But this went on for days, weeks, and now almost two months. He craved feeling your touch in a way that the council would disapprove of. He wanted to break all of the rules, destroy all of the boundaries set by the Jedi, and he wanted to do it for you.

But he was patient, when he needed to be. If he had learned anything from Obi Wan, it was at least that. So he would wait until you made the first “not strictly platonic Jedi pals” move. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, or do something that you weren’t ready for. Maybe you hadn’t even considered breaking the rules, maybe you felt nothing for him. Deep down, Anakin knew this wasn’t true, he sensed your mutual feelings for him all the way back on the day you first met, and every day since.

Still, for you, Anakin would wait a lifetime.

It's only just a crush, it'll go away

It's just like all the others it'll go away

Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know

You pray it all away but it continues to grow

Anakin was struggling. Obi Wan sensed it, you sensed it, practically the whole council sensed it. But no one knew why. No one except him.

Anakin tried meditation, he tried training, he tried joy rides in his starfighter, he even tried sneaking off to a cantina. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It became a festering sore in the back of his mind, growing and growing with each passing day. It was getting out of hand, and he understood this. And it was frustrating as hell.

But it also felt so damn good to picture your body splayed out underneath him. He wanted to make you feel good. He needed to make you feel good. He owed that to you at least, for giving him this never ending sense of joy and content when he was around you. He did love you, and could say that with certainty now. And when it comes to love, you would do anything for the other person. That’s what Anakin believed, at least. He just needed to wait a little longer, wait until you confessed your feelings and pressed your lips to his. His waited a lifetime to find someone like you, he can wait a little longer.

But even the most patient person needs to relieve the tension a little bit sometimes.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

Anakin’s hands dragged up your body, gripping your skin tight enough to leave bruises. You felt so perfect around him, moaning and whimpering and begging for more.

At least, that’s what he hoped you would be doing in this situation. His hands weren’t even really on your body at all. One was fisted in the sheets while the other stroked up and down on his stiff cock. He had been at this for a little bit by now, and was already so close to the edge. He just needed your voice, your perfect voice, telling him how good he felt inside of you to send him over.

“A-Ani...you feel...s-so good, you make me feel so good!”

He could almost hear you, if he tried hard enough.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

Streaks of hot cum painted his chest and hand, some even reaching up to touch his chin. His chest heaved, the last images of your body flooding his head. Your breasts painted with his cum was an image he wanted to keep with him, one that he hoped to recreate some day.

It was criminal, the things you did to him. He could only hope that you were feeling like this now too. Still panting and in his post orgasm haze, he closed his eyes and whispered aloud. He called out to you through the force, hoping that somehow you would hear him whisper,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

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Then he walked up and told her, thinking that he'd passed

And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance

Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there

Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare

Both your’s and Anakin’s laughter filled the room. You were both hiding out in your quarters due to currently ditching a Jedi council meeting. Easily and casually, the laughter and conversation filled the room, and you both felt like a bunch of younglings who had skipped a training class.

As the laughter died down, you turned to face him. His laughter was one of the many things you loved about him. It was full and genuine and raw in a way that touched you emotionally. A way that you no longer wished to ignore.

“How long are we going to keep ignoring this?”

Anakin’s traded his smile for the look of a confused puppy. “What?”

You composed yourself, wanting to choose your words carefully. “I mean...the fact that we both have feelings for each other.”

Oh, Anakin thought.

Oh.

He was relieved that you were finally deciding to open up this can of worms, but he was still nervous and frankly, terrified of the possible outcome of this conversation. He looked away from you, unable to bring himself to make eye contact.

Taking it upon yourself to initiate some sort of contact, you tentatively reached for his hand. It brushed up against his, so you gently placed it on top of his and left it there.

“I’m tired of worrying about what the council thinks, aren’t you?” You questioned, still waiting for Anakin to look at you.

Slowly, his eyes met yours. He saw the lack of fear, lack of inhibition. You really wanted this, you wanted him. Your hand tightened its grip on his, your thumb slowly running along his skin.

“I love you, Anakin.” Your voice cane out hushed, as if you were afraid someone else would hear, even though you were alone.

They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do

'Cause there's always repercussions when you're dating in school

But their lips met, and reservations started to pass

Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last

“Are you sure that you want this? Are you ready to deal with the potential repercussions from the council? I just don’t want to hurt you, and I certainly don’t want to start anything that you aren’t ready for.”

You chuckled at his restraint. Still, you appreciated how much he cared for you. Clearly it was a lot, considering that you felt his desperation you through the force to just take you, but he was holding back anyways. For you.

“Believe me, Anakin. I’m ready. You don’t have to hold back.” You were looking at him with such lust, such need, that Anakin knew this was an invitation, and he accepted it with open arms.

Either way he wanted her and this was bad

He wanted to do things to her it was making him crazy

Now a little crush turned into a like

And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her

He pinned you back onto the bed, gathering your wrists into one hand. Frantically, as if he was afraid you would disappear, he nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving marks that he knew the council would notice. Neither of you cared anyways.

It didn’t matter what the council thought, Anakin was ravenous. He wanted all of you, and now with your enthusiastic permission, he was going to take it.

His free hand tangled into your hair and pulled your head back, giving him easier access to your neck. You were squirming, whining, you needed to be touched. You had waited for this just as long as he had, so he would keep the teasing to a minimum.

He let go of your wrists and hair, shooting you a warning glare. “Keep them there.” His voice was deep, dominant, and it shot daggers through you. This sent a shiver down to your core.

I want to hold you close

Skin pressed against me tight

Lie still, and close your eyes girl

So lovely, it feels so right

You were both stripped down now, his eyes traveling up your naked body. You were more beautiful than he could have ever pictured. His lips crashed forcefully against yours, and he slowly grinded against you. He needed to feel your skin pressed tightly against him, hust kike he had pictured before. Except this time, you were real. He was really feeling your skin against his and it felt so perfect and right and better than any sort of peace and serenity the Jedi talked about.

“Close your eyes, baby.” Anakin said in a hushed tone as he pulled away from your lips. Immediately and with a whimper, you obeyed. Anakin chuckled at this, your eager obedience. “Good girl.” He growled. A soft moan fell from your lips as you squirmed, but still keeping your hands firmly placed above your head.

I want to hold you close

Soft breasts, beating heart

As I whisper in your ear

One hand finally made contact with your throbbing clit, while the other went to play with your breasts. Your heartbeat was so strong and quick that Anakin could feel it when he played with your breast.

“Your heart is beating so fast, like a little bunny.” He pinched your nipple, somehow knowing the exact pressure to use and how much to tug it to make you moan.

A finger slipped inside of you, giving you some sort of realese of the pressure building in your cunt. Suddenly, Anakin’s breath was fanning over the side of your face. It tickled your ear and made you squirm more than you already are.

Gently, he placed a loving kiss to your cheek, before moving his hand from your breast to your throat and lightly squeezing, while he whispered in your ear,

“I want to fucking tear you apart.”

[descendantofthesparrow]

encore- Harry Hook x reader - taking care of business - part 15

two story parts in one day?!?! am i being....productive?!?!

--warning!!! Talk of rape and sexualizing a minor, beginning and end of the scene will be marked with bold words!---

 @musicarose​

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Harry woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a note from you, he yawned and clumsily grabbed the note, rubbing his eyes as he read your hurried scrawl.

-going to auradon for a bit, taking care of things be back soon, love you

- love, (nickname that harry gives you)

Harry smiled softly and fell back onto the bed, yawning once more and rolling over, hugging your pillow to his chest.

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You sighed, pulling your hair into a ponytail, smirking as you caught your reflection in the mirror.

(y/n), the war chief of the lost revenge, the one who took care of Captain Hook. You wore your long red coat, the ripped grey shirt, ripped black pants, scuffed boots, fingerless gloves, skull studded belt, and your multiple rings.

You took your sheath and swung it over your head, setting on your (non-dominant) shoulder and sliding your cutlass into the sheath.

“alright” you muttered with a smirk, flipping your hat onto your head. “les do this”

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You felt your lip twitch as you stared down at the disgusting gang of older men. All talking smack about harry.

--warning! Talk of rape and sexualizing someone half their age!--

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“hehehe, you think his ass is tight after all these years?”

“ohohohh I bet it is, god what would I give to get my hands on him”

“Remember when he would cry? Oooh that would make me shiver~”

“ha! I remember the blood on my dick from when I popped his cherry!”

One of the disgusting man whipped the beer off his chin, a large grin on his face “I saw him yesterday, still, as yummy as when I last had ‘im, too bad the king was around, I would have gone after him and givin him a treat~”

“its also too bad that that war chief of Umas is around him all the time too, shes a scary one”

“thank you for the compliment~” the men screamed, looking up, catching your glinting sword.

“how-how you get-“ the lights shut off, the men screaming again as you disappeared.

“pigs like you don’t deserve to live”

“W-WAIT WERE SORRY WE WONT-AHHHHGGGH”

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Uma tapped her fingers on her arm, staring ahead as she listens to the bloodcurdling screams of the gang.

You walked out 10 minutes later, scraping the blood off your sword on the wall. “thanks for the assist captain” you smiled at her, she grinned back and snapped her fingers. The blood disappearing from your clothes and skin.

“no prob, no one talks about harry that way” you laughed and fist-bumped her.

“true that!”

“come on, I need to check up on other things” you nodded and dutifully followed her, sheathing your sword and glancing around, smiling as you saw flowers and natural grass beginning to grow around you.

“seems the isle is becoming healthy” you spoke up, grinning as Uma nodded.

“yep, its finally getting sun and rain for the first time in 22 years” Uma was proud, knowing she was apart of the reason that it was happening.

Ben appeared around the corner, his face pale and his hands clenching onto his phone. “did you hear the screams?!”

You and Uma glanced at each other quickly before nodding “yeah, it was just one of the bands here playing one of those horror movies screams with their music”

Ben scrunched his face up confused “bands wha-?”

You chucked and patted his shoulder as you walked past him “you still have much to learn about the isles way young padawon~” Uma smirked and followed you.

“there's a couple of bands here, but they’re notoriously bad” she laughed, gesturing for Ben to follow the two of you.

“oh….alright but they sounded pretty real” Ben muttered nervously, glancing behind him to the warehouse where you had found the gang.

“they usually do” you laughed, walking into the tunnel connecting the warf to the main Isle.

You sighed, smiling as the rotting fish smell had long since disappeared and was replaced with the saltwater of the ocean.

“captain, (y/n)!” the crew yelled, most of them chilling on the rails while the others were having a sword fight.

Bonnie leaned back, grinning widely, pointing her thumb at the deck “Gonzo and Desiree are fighting who you bettin’ on!”

“DESIREE!” you yelled back, walking down the deck and  up the gangplank “20 bucks!” Desiree grinned, spinning away from gonzo.

“won't steer ya wrong chief!” she cheered, parrying another attack from gonzo, he pouted and kept trying to get a solid strike on her, but she was small and fast, so it was hard.

Uma grinned “go Desiree!” gonzo turned to look at Uma quickly, a horrified look on his face.

“capt’in!?! But- ah!” Desiree flipped him on his back and stood on his chest, grinning down at him.

“I win~”

The ones who bet on Desiree cheered, you hollered and cackled as Bonnie chucked a wad of $20 at you. “thank you~” you cooed, stuffing it in your pocket.

Just enough to get Harry some cold stone!

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When you arrived back in your world, Harry was still asleep, so you took off your hat and sheath and walked out to your car, humming to the Hamilton soundtrack as you drove to Coldstone.

Arriving at the ice cream shop you hopped out of your car and walked in, smiling as there was no line.

“Hello! I'll have a gotta have it birthday cake remix and a love it (fav thing at cold stone)” the worker smiled and nodded, getting to work on your order.

“I love your outfit by the way!” they complimented you, scoping out the cake batter ice cream.

“thank you! I like your headscarf!” she blushed and thanked you, asking you if the ice cream was to go “yep, thank you”

She capped the ice cream and started on yours.

You walked out of the shop minutes later and unlocked your car, placing the bag in the passenger seat and driving back home.

You unlocked the front door and smiled as you saw harry sitting on the couch, watching the last Jedi.

“liking it so far?” Harry jumped slightly, breathing a sigh of relief as he realized it was just you.

“aye, I like the kylo r-……uhhh” Harry's jaw dropped as he caught sight of you, it had been so long since he had seen you in all your pirate gear.

You laughed and did a little spin “you like? Felt appropriate for what I had to do in Auradon.”

“u-um” he coughed into his hands, shifting in his seat slightly “y-yeah, looks good on yeh” you mentally did a fist pump as you could tell he was a little hot and bothered.

(for you smut lovers I might do an a03 exclusive smut chapter? But yall gotta ask for it~~~)

“thank you~ I got ice cream by the way!” harry perked up, making grabby hands at the bag he finally noticed.

“thank you thank you now gimmie!” you snorted and opened the back, handing him the large cup of ice cream.

“your welcome, don’t get it on the couch.”

You plopped next to him and (sipped ate) at your dessert, grinning as harry muttered that he wanted a lightsaber.

Now you knew what to get him for his birthday~

--end of part 15--

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Stay Ch. 16

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Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: Angst, and fluff, and feels oh my!

A/N:  So yeah I swear I wroth an authors note for this... but idfk what happened. 

ANYWAY! Thank you all for being so patient while I got my life together. This one is also short and sweet (guess that’s the mood I’m in). However, y’all should know me by now. This is just the calm before the storm. 

Hope you enjoy this one my pumpkins! 

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March 2007

At some point in the last five months, you’d stopped recognizing yourself. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Y/N. Her hair was different, down to even the eyebrows. Her accent distinctly that of a life long Londoner. She worked for an independent UK couture fashion magazine, chose wine over whiskey, and was distinctly heterosexual.

When the chance to work this job requiring deep cover came up in December you jumped on it. You didn’t want to be you anymore. The you that couldn’t be with the woman you loved. The you that was heartbroken. The you who was beginning to doubt that you’d ever be happy. Fuck her.

Being Charlie Daniels was far better. She was, of course, a real person. Just one who was now living comfortably in the Bahamas courtesy of MI6. Even legit agencies had use of freelance talent every now and then.

Settling into her life had been easy. Not setting her boss on fire or blowing his brains out daily was a different task altogether. Turned out that a magazine was a great front for a crime empire. Lots of international travel, young and beautiful and desperate men and women, money exchanged in countless untraceable ways, on and on. And this fucker was happy to take advantage of every single disgusting avenue it opened up.

You almost had everything you needed to hand to MI6, get your obscenely large payout, and get on to another gig while they threw all of these bastards into cells to rot for the rest of their miserable lives. Just one more trip. After whatever horrible things they lay out in Tokyo you’ll be set.

Tokyo is one of those cities you can lose yourself in. Like New York but better for its interesting balance of vibrancy and grounded reserve. You absolutely love it.

The whole point of the trip, at least on the surface, was to focus on Fashion Week Tokyo. Honestly, there was a part of you that wished this was your world. Nothing but runway shows and after parties. Writing about the latest trends rather than delving into the inner workings of the worlds miscreants

Oh well. It was nice enough to pretend. You had to admit that you’d miss Charlie Daniels once you shed this skin in a couple of weeks.

You’re sitting two people down from your boss at an underground show. The level of security here screams that there are other things going on behind the scenes but it’s still a room filled with a who’s who of the Japanese and international fashion communities.

This was your third show of the day, and you knew there would be a party after where you’d have to schmooze all while plucking information from your unsuspecting fellow guests. You’re exhausted. So rather than pay much attention to the show you let your mind wander.

When she walks out you feel her rather than see her.  Slowly you turn your head to stare dumbstruck at the model walking onto the catwalk. Your heart begins beating against your ribs, your mouth goes dry, your hands shake.

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your emotions in. To not scream “Natasha!” at the top of your lungs. To not grab her and run for the hills. Charlie Daniels and her easy life be damned. It’s hard but you manage.

As she turns and comes back down, passing now closer to you, her eyes don’t graze  the crowd at all. Head up, shoulders back, she walks the runway like she’d been doing it for years.

The rest of the show is maybe ten minutes but it feels like years. You know the models are all attending the party. Eye candy for the high end guests.

It’s fairly easy to ditch your coworkers in the crowd as you try to find the best vantage point in the room without being too obvious. After a solid twenty minutes, you find yourself planning an escape route. Most of the models are milling about but she’s no where to be seen. You will find her.

But you know you can’t skip out just yet. At the bar, you order a red wine and make yourself seen. Charlie would never miss the whole party after all. You spend a bit chatting with designers and a few models, feigning interest in the whole thing until you hear your boss call out to you.

“Oy, Charlie!” Carl’s voice alone makes you want to put him down. When you turn he’s waving you over to the bar. Sighing heavily you head over.

You’re about ten feet away when you see her, head back laughing at something Carl or his friend had said. Both men are far to close to her for your liking and the hungry look on Carl’s face sets your blood boiling.

He slings an arm around your shoulders and you carefully coach your face to not show disgust. “Charlie here is my best writer. Doin’ some pieces for us on this whole thing,” he waves his other hand around wildly.

“Good to meet ya, Charlie, I’m Dan,” the other man, clearly American says.

“Likewise,” Natasha doesn’t react to the accent at all.

“This here is-”

“Natalie,” Natasha cuts him off, extending a hand to you. Holding her eyes with yours you take it. It’s like touching a live wire.

“Natalie is an American model working here in Japan. May be a good topic for a piece.” He ribs you leaning closer, “And a good piece for the office eh?” Suddenly that MI6 money seems far less appealing.

“I’d love that,” Natasha beams. “Why don’t you guys go mingle and Charlie and I can chat!” The men exchange a glance, but there’s plenty of fresh meat around to sink their teeth into.

Carl flashes you a greasy smile and a wink as he walks away. Thinking clearly that you’re going to snare this woman for him. You, unfortunately, had a few others. Not something you were proud of. Demands of the job you told yourself.

“She’ll take a vodka neat,” you tell the bartender.

“Yes,” Natasha smiles at him, “Whiskey for her. Makers if you have it.” He thinks nothing of it and makes your drinks.

“So, how’s modeling in Japan?”

“Probably about as good as writing for a sleazy jackal.”

You laugh, “That bad? What’s the goal.”

“Getting a cover,” you commend the clever word play.

“That’s a good goal. Long term?”

“Something like that.” She takes a sip of her vodka, “How long are you here?”

“End of the week.” Your skin itches to touch her. The men are rounding back. You hold her gaze and shift your eyes back to them. She catches on.

“Perfect! It’s so hard to have a good interview here, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you come by my hotel?” You whip out your spare key card. “I’d love to get your story for the mag, maybe do a full feature.”

“A feature would be excellent exposure!”

“Wouldn’t it?” Carl slides up next to her. “We can get you all the exposure you could want Ms. Natalie.”

“Charlie was telling me all about it.” She flashes him a coy smile. “Thank you so much Charlie! I forgot I have a late fitting tonight for another show so I’ve got to run. But we’ll chat soon yeah?”

“Absolutely! It was so good to meet you Natalie.”

“Same! Bye!” She hurries through the crowded room and disappears.

“Busy girl.” Carl quips. “Whiskey?” You look down at the glass by your hand.

“Some guy sent them over,” you gesture to Natasha’s lipstick stained glass. “Seemed rude to refuse. Can’t stand the stuff though.”

“That’s a mans drink,” Carl laughs at his own perceived joke and you force a smile.

Somehow you make it through the rest of the evening. You’d refused to allow yourself to hope that she’d be here, too obvious to come the same night, better to wait. Kicking off your shoes you head straight to the mini bar and crack open a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

“You really need to be more careful,” Natasha’s voice comes from the bathroom. “I mean not even checking around. Sloppy.”

“Charlie Daniels doesn’t have to check for Russian assassins in her bathroom,” a smile pulls your face so tight it hurts.

“Well, Natalie Rushman isn’t a Russian spy. So…”

You let your real accent resurface as you pull her into your arms, “Natalie Rushman, I don’t know if that’s clever or lazy.” She kisses you hard, tongue sliding over your lips hands gripping your ass.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Kinda like the accent.”

“Oh?” You revert to the clipped posh Londoner sound. “Would you rather be with Charlie? I hate to break it to you, she’s strictly into dick so you may need to get a bit creative.”

Natasha’s head falls back with laughter, “I’m always into a challenge but,” she cups your face in her hands, “I’d much rather Y/N, she’s got a cute accent too.” Your kiss is soft this time, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Gently you push a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this smart? Are you gonna get-”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was risk.” She pulls away and tugs you toward the bed. “There’s no surveillance on me here, I check in every week, that’s it. This is strictly to build a cover.”

“Cover for what?” She gives you a sideways glance. “Right. National security.”

“Do you really want to talk about work?”

Smirking at her you push her back on the bed. “Maybe later.”

You lean down to her but she stops you by planting a strappy heel in the center of your chest. Trailing your fingers down her leg you snag a knife from her thigh holster. Carefully you slide the blade under the straps, the incredibly sharp edge cuts through the thin suede like it’s nothing.

“Those were very expensive you know,” eyes sparkling with desire.

You slip the shoe off and toss it aside. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Your lips press against her ankle.  

Everything in your life until her was so fleeting. Even your own name, the sound of your own voice, who you were… But with her, you were grounded. You weren’t anything but her’s, you were Y/N.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed. Caressing her muscular calf you just stare at her eyes. Emerald green, dark liner, lids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

“Natasha…” Your voice cracks and you fight for composure.

“Y/N? What is it?” She shoots up, cradling your face in her hands.

You shake your head, unable to really find the words and unwilling to send this storm of emotions to her. “I just…” You cover her hands with your own. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do. But…

“Can we just… I just wanna hold you…” Her expression immediately softens, eyes sparkling a touch with tears. “Sorry… I… I just…”

“I’d love that, baby.” Tenderly her lips brush yours, then your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids as they flutter closed.

You shed your clothes and crawl into the plush bed. Holding tight to one another you spend hours drifting in and out of sleep, covering the other with soft kisses. Before the sun rises your hands wander southward.

This time you don’t fuck one another senseless. It feels like you’re trying to memorize every curve, every sound, every subtle thing that marks being together. You both know you many not get to do this for some time. The knowledge aches but it doesn’t make having her any less sweet.

Post Snap

You lean your head back on the wall behind the booth. The crying man from last night is gone, you find yourself hoping that he’s resting peacefully somewhere… even though you know it’s pointless to hope for such things.

There are more people filling the bar than there was before. The TVs are off, radios turned up, reporters frantically trying to determine what happened. It was global, that was clear. All planes grounded, trains stopped, communications spotty due to damaged cell towers.

A man speaks frantically to someone who seems to be a friend that he was heading to Nuremberg from Budapest, how the roads are almost not navigable. He doesn’t know if his family is even still there but he has to find out.

Despite his distress, your lips curl a bit at the mention of Budapest.