#this did not end up being a micro fic. at all.

[kagrena]

34. bauble

Dumac, who is neither a magnificent king nor a decorated general nor even a particularly celebrated diplomat (yet), but is instead a twenty-four year old legal assistant who stands in shadow to his tedious cousin – as instructed – and slinks between soirées in Bzanth-Vvarden's high spires when he is not giving maverick legal advice – which is not as instructed though largely tolerated – has just been given a gift he cannot receive. It's an awkward position.

"I thought... but this was your gift, was it not?" He looks to the gift-giver, who stands upright like a tower but refuses to meet his gaze. "Was it not gifted to you?"

The gift-giver is resolute. "It is a pretty bauble. The sort you like. I have no need of such things."

The 'pretty bauble' in question is, in fact, an ornate geometric hairpiece spun from glass-woven-into-brass by a Bzanthan master crafter. He is almost certain that it was gifted by the Chief of Crafts themselves. It is intricate, stylish, and - yes, exactly the type of 'bauble' he would covet.

It also is inlaid with a ring of Lzrenti sapphires. The sort that would have been impossible to find during the War of the Mountains.

He sighs.

"This is supposed to be a peace offering. A symbol of harmony between our clans. Would you really turn that down?"

"I don't want peace," says the gift-giver. He is reminded, again, that they are just nineteen years old. "Do you believe the Nords care for our petty disputes? We are all just 'dwarves' in their eyes. They'll slaughter us without discrimination."

Dumac steps forward.

"I understand where you're coming from–"

"No, you do not."

Lzrent is now smouldering ash. Bzanth-Vvarden is not.

"You are right," he says, "but if I may – while 'petty' to you, this gesture means something to the elders here. They'll need help seeing your perspective. Play their game a little, and it will be easier to convince them."

They shake their head.

"I have spent six months playing their games, being placated by diplomats at their ridiculous little events. This city is an extravagant shambles. When the Nords come for us–"

They cut themselves off. They try again–

"When the Nords come for us–"

Their hands crunch into balls. Dumac considers reaching out – but thinks better of it.

"Kagrenac–" he begins–

"I almost think I'd be better off raising an army."

It is actually rather easy to imagine Kagrenac, the bold warrior queen, who unites the clans under a single fiery banner. Brazen and coarse and uncompromising, with all the blood on their hands. It is fanciful image, an almost impossible image, and it compels him as much as it makes him want to recoil. They have already been so many things. A refugee. A daughter of one of the Great Scrollkeepers in Clan Lzrent's Grand Library – reduced to ashes by the Nords less than a year ago. They arrived in Vvardenfell with nothing but rags on their back and pure hunger in their eyes. Sponsored by his grandmother in an act of unabashed self-interest, who seeks to apprentice them as an Architect. They are young and stubborn, they sulk during festivities and bicker with people five times their age. His cousin loathes them. Dumac, who has no younger siblings or relatives his age, for his part, well–

"You would be cut down in less than year," he says, simply. "You have no credentials, no family, and most Vvardenfell Clans have no great love for anyone in the Western Mountains. What little you would gather would be destroyed in a matter of minutes."

"It would be better," they snap, "than another year sitting and doing nothing."

"No, it would not." He wishes he could speak like an earthquake. That he could grasp them by the shoulders and shake them to their core. "It would be a year wasted. And what would that honestly achieve? Who would it serve, except your pride?"

They say nothing to this.

"Kagrena, don't waste your life on nothing. You're worth more than that."

They do not move.

Dumac sighs. "I'll take your bauble and even wear it, if it pleases you."

It takes a moment. Then, they shrug, suddenly, an awkward gesture that doesn't fit with their cutting words or their earlier poise. They place the bauble in his hand.

"I think it would suit you," they say quietly.

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Following your answer on homosexuality in AoT, how would sexism in AoT be handled on both sides of the spectrum, female and male, on Paradis and in Marley?

Hi, dear! How are you?

Ah, that's such a good question. You know, I did a post about it a LONG time ago, but it’s a topic I touch on a lot in my fics and here from time to time.

I'll set the context of my reply with three ideas. First, sexism or misogyny ALWAYS exists. It exists in our society like oxygen does. In many countries, it’s not the same sexism as in the 1800s, but it still exists. Second, the Scouts PER SE are the "wokes" of their time; they don't have the same views, lives, and beliefs as regular people inside the walls. So I always think that the Scouts are a bit of an "exception" from the rest of Paradis.

Third, and I state this because my blog is Levi-centered, Levi is ALREADY a person, and in particular, a man, with a very different and unique upbringing. I DO believe that Levi has a more "modern" or "woke" view on "women," "women's rights," and "house chores" than the rest of the men. I'll simply say this: a man who saw his mother being treated like garbage because she worked as a prostitute, a man who had to raise himself, and a man who RAISED a girl out of pure heart. I hardly think he judges women on how they dress, who they sleep with, or thinks that "a man shouldn't cook or clean/take care of the kids." So Levi is kind of an exception for me. This doesn't mean he doesn't have internalized misogyny or "micro-sexism" (which I'll talk about later).

Overall, despite both societies allowing "women" in the military, I don't think their views on women or men's roles are much different. I believe there are a few clear examples of this in the manga. If my memory serves me correctly (and take this with a grain of salt because I know that Isayama gave multiple interviews, and a lot of them were edited), he said on one occasion that the Scouts were different because usually, everybody helps with all the chores, like cooking, cleaning, etc., because they work more united and as a family than the rest of the military divisions. Second, he said in one interview right after the manga ended that when he draws "military boards or higher ranks," he always keeps in mind not to add women because they aren't allowed.

Other scenes that quickly come to mind that make me think that Paradis (and I'll speak mostly of Paradis because we don't see much of Marley as a society) is a very sexist society with traditional views:

Most of the time, when we are shown military members from the Garrison OR the MPs, they are mostly men.

Which women are shown that are "recalled" from the Garrison? Riko and Anka… What role does Anka have? Being a secretary for Pixis, more or less, a very stereotypical role for a woman.

A very memorable woman from the MPs is Hitch, and there's a scene where it's clearly said that "there's only one way a woman like Hitch can get into the MPs," basically stating that she made sexual favors to get into that position.

Not a single scene from the military board or higher-up positions shows a single woman.

All the mothers of the characters shown in the story are "housewives" or "stay-at-home moms," which is absolutely fine if a woman decides to dedicate her time to her family as long as it’s a decision she made and not because she didn’t have "other options." Even Eren's mother, Carla, is shown to work as a waitress before she became a mother and a housewife.

All this makes me conclude that probably women inside the military never reach far, either because they aren't allowed (men are preferred over them, offered better positions, promoted first) or because once they get married, they are expected to become stay-at-home wives. I can clearly imagine people thinking that if you get promoted as a woman, it's because you're sleeping with your boss, or if you haven't gotten married and had kids at a certain age, "you're wasting your time" or "a woman's role is to be a mom; they only feel fulfilled like that."

This creates a power dynamic: women are expected to be wives; therefore, men are expected to be the main providers. And this is something I can see men, particularly Levi, being affected by. In my fic, I wrote once that Levi gets very offended when the reader invites or pays for him because she comes from a wealthy family. For Levi, as internalized misogyny, HIS role as a man is to provide. What kind of man is he if he's not paying? Especially for the Scouts' men, it's said that the Scouts have the lowest salaries in the military. If they can't provide, their chances of getting married are probably low. Even today, a lot of men get sensitive or offended if their wives make more money than them. Or men get irrationally jealous and butthurt if their women are more successful than them.

Another way men might get the sour end is in terms of emotional availability. While women's harsh reality is known, men's struggles often aren't. For example (one from Marley), Reiner's mother suffers a lot of social prejudice because she had a kid out of wedlock, and her only "salvation" is that Reiner becomes a warrior. Even today, men struggle with being emotionally available and having more feelings than just "lust and anger." I can totally see men all over the AoT world having to be these "very tough" guys who are only allowed to be "human" when they are alone with "their girl/wife." This happened a lot after WWI; men were sent back home with horrible memories of war and society expected them to just "toughen up and be men." Go, work, and provide for your family; and if you're suffering from everything you lived, then learn to be a man.

It's like I can literally imagine Erwin perhaps complaining that he's having a hard time, and Zackly or any other dude would be like, "You know what you need? A wife; she will take care of the rest."

"I don't have time to dedicate."

"Doesn't matter, a good wife always understands."

"… my salary isn't that good."

"Oh well, you know it's never too late for you to change divisions and settle down." pat on the back lmao end of the advice, and Erwin has the same emotional stress as before.

Overall, I think their views are probably as traditional as they were only a couple of years ago. This is completely ignorable for the sake of fanfiction and having fun; not every piece you write has to send a message or be political. But if you ask me how I think canon AoT characters are, I believe a good part of them, if not most, would be very traditional.

Hope this helps! I tried to cover everything I could remember while being as concise as possible. Thank you so much for your question!

Lots of love!

[bowiebrokenbystardust]

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January 19th prompt: First Kid / 315 words

(This is my first micro fic, go easy on me lol)

Growing up, Remus watched his friends go through everything first: Sirius being the first to get sorted, Peter being the first to start dating, James being the first in detention.

He had his own firsts, sure; he was the first one to pull a prank, the first one to end up in the hospital wing, the first to talk his way out of detention. But he still felt like he was just watching everything happen sometimes.

Until he shared a first with Sirius: their first kiss. And they were the first two to fall in love.

James beat them to having a kid, though. It felt almost like an award, in a way. The first kid. Harry Potter.

Harry was perfect. Remus used to joke that he took completely after Lily; from his eyes to his attitude. But the boy was his father's son through and through.

When James and Lily were the first to die, Sirius broke. He sobbed and he went after Peter, begging Remus to save the poor child.

Remus did. He watched Harry as well as he could without getting caught by Lily's sister. As much as he wanted to take the child, he couldn't- as far as Dumbledore had told him, Lily had left Harry to Petunia and he didn't want to disobey her wishes.

He left gifts, though. Toys and books and sweets. Anytime he knew Harry needed something, he got it. He even left a pamphlet in a mailbox; advertising a new zoo. He multiplied some letters.

And when he saw Sirius again after thirteen long years, they both agreed it was time Harry was looked after by his godfather. So they took the boy home and they raised him. And together, they all thrived.

Harry was their first kid. He was a Potter, an Evans, and a Lupin. He was a little bit of all of them.

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Wriothesley x fem!reader fic

request domestic angst+comfort

Roommate

Pt.1

“Wonderful. Our kettle is broken”, Wriothesley spread out his hands in a mild disappointment. “This is all your doing, you constantly crushed it into the base. As if you don’t know how fragile it is.”

You find yourself incredibly angered by his bold statements. You and your roommate had quite the opposite personalities and would often end up in a heated bicker. You two also had incredibly different schedules which would lead to obviously clashing routines. He woul always do his paperwork at night when you’d try to get a sleep. However Wriothesley was not the worst choice among the other candidates so sometimes you would turn a blind eye on the misunderstandings between you two. But not today.

“What do you mean this is my doing? You left the kettle on.”

“Yeah? I simply did not unplug it. I’m not some paranoid type of idiot.”

“You left the kettle on and it’s broken now. I told you to always unplug it! I requested this of you every single time!”

The arrogance in Wriothesley’s tone is almost palpable, and he simply turned around facing away from you. The movements of his body were artlessly languid, and you could swear you sensed coffee from his hair as he faced away from you. Perhaps the scent was coming from the nape of his head—you thought. Otherwise, it was still intoxicating to you, and even being as irritated and maddened as you are now, you could not deny that you found his scent tolerable if not likeable. Any other candidate to being your roommate could have been a nasty and bad-mannered student or some sort of criminal, but this man definitely stood proud before them all.

“Listen—I really have no time for this. I have more important things to do.”

“More important things to do!”

“Yeah? I’m engrossed in my work, I’m making money, okay?” He was speaking to you as if you were a complete idiot. “See you can’t even come up with a response because you know I’m right.”

“Fine. Whatever. I have enough money to buy a new teapot. Don’t even bother giving me money.”

Wriothesley raised his hand and waved to you not even looking back a second. 

“I take it you’re going to only drink takeaway tea from now on”, you said but he could be hardly bothered to listen to you.

When the two of you were at a respectable distance, his shoulders dropped and he let out an exhausted sigh. He occupied his desk and started working on his usual papers as the duke of Meropide’s ‘homework’.

It’s not that he was not rich, but he preferred saving money thus he rented this house with you. The house itself consisted of two floors (ground floor and first floor). It was not big, but very pleasant to be in. It was not exactly a countryside but not a city centre either. The area was quite tranquil and calm there, and your neighbours did little to disturb you, which was good both for your studies and Wriothesley’s work. But the kettle usage was sincerely a sensitive topic. You only had one in the whole house since Wriothesley did not see any sense in buying his own: you mostly drink water, gallons of it actually, using the boiled water only for noddles, while Wrio would always abuse the poor kettle with his 10 tea mugs a day. But that all did not matter now since the kettle was stupidly broken. It was a cheap one, and something in between its micro wires was faulty which would cause the kettle to turn itself on without the button being pressed on by someone. It was unfortunate, really, because Wriothesley did not bother to unplug the kettle and thought the action completely paranoid. You thought him as a person who doesn't give a single damn about others—well now it seems he doesn't give a damn even if this house ends up in flames.

“Thankfully it just got broken without any flames around”, you sighed exhaustedly, too.

Why wouldn't he listen to your little requests?

That day seemed to be designed for failures, as later in the evening the power of the whole street went down. That day the power was cut off and your room had grown exceedingly cold. 

“This is getting ridiculous. How am I supposed to work like this?”

But unlike Wriothesley who had a fur coat, you were only wrapped into your fuzzy blanket which did, frankly speaking, a bare minimum to save you from the cold.

“How frustrating, I cannot work like this”, he massaged the bridge of his nose. 

Meanwhile you were freezing until your patience finally exploded and you got up from the bed to get a robe for your nightwear. It might have been that Wriothesley heard you rummaging through the closet as he inquired with no visible interest:

“Cold, are you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a little too sensitive to cold, don't you think? Sometimes I wonder if you were a feline in your previous life.”

“Ha-ha”, you utter with a sleepy and grumpy face before pulling the robe and slipping back to the bed. A while after the cold becomes unbearable for you and unacceptable for someone else.

Wriothesley comes from behind, noticing that you never stop shivering. He approached from behind, standing staight a few steps from your bed and cleared his throat to grab your attention.

“You don’t look very comfortable, you know? Looks like you’re still shivering.”

“Yeah?” You parody his manner of speech. “What do you suggest?”

You secretly knew what this was leading to but did not want to suspect it just yet.

“I can think of a few ways. But sharing the body’s heat would top them all.”

You were speechless for the first few seconds before you spat out a response both with horrified expression and loud voice:

“Are you serious?” 

For Wriothesley it didn't seem to be a nasty idea at all. He shrugged, though his gaze ran around the room, trying to suppress the sudden embarrassment he did not once consider appearing. A grown man.

“It’s not like we didn't share the bed before, so I don't see why not-”

“Hello? We are in an argument”, you cut him off. “So there is a reason to avoid close contact now.”

He groaned, because you would put your emotions higher than the rational thought at the moment when you both damn needed the latter.

“What?! Don't be so stubborn. I’m cold too, you know.”

“Oh, are you? I thought you’re invincible.”

“Listen… I can go to my bed but this isn't gonna work, I’m sure you understand. You’re shivering—I am shivering, too. Now, please, move.”

You made a ‘tsk’ with your tongue upon hearing Wriothesley’s convincing proposal. Making a space for him, you share your fuzzy blanket witht he man who smells like tobacco and coffee, though at this time there is a thin layer of sweat added to it, as a natural result of the day coming to an end and his… well, hard work.

“I thought you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were engaged with your extra hours.”

“Yeah, overtime duties, but at home. Annoying shit”, for the next moment his voice takes a softer tone, indicating his tiredness. “Changed my mind.”

Wriothesley subtly pulls the blanket so that it covers the both of your bodies, and you can feel a slight shift in his body as if he were trying to press flush to you. The beating of his heart was noticed, and to the rhythm of it you found yourself falling asleep with unexpected ease. Wriothesley’s arrogant exterior melted away too as he wrapped his arms around your waist but never going bolder and lower.

Maybe the next morning you two could discuss the kettle issue again and come to a diplomatic decision without unnecessary hostility?

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hey, plz can u write yandere satosugo x y/n where she feel left out and insecure in the relationship ( basically like a 3rd wheel) with lots of angst and yandere vibes.

Soooo.... you sent this like. WAYYYY back near the end of JUNE.

I actually didn't think the Heatwave series would take as long as it did. I have three more to go, and honestly, I'm not sure how long each one will take.

I want to finish the Heatwave series before I start on anything else. I've actually got a few things drafted up that I'm not posting because I feel guilty about not working on the Heatwave stuff lol... it's SO HARD to finish things.

But not only did I get an idea for this, I've drafted it out, and written a considerable amount. I'm unreasonably excited about it now even though I can't post anything until the Heatwave series is done sdfjhkgslhdfg.

In this fic though, you won't be a part of the relationship exactly. You're all friends and Satoru and Suguru have gotten together.

Here's, like, a micro-preview:

This must be what dying feels like. Seeing the man you love and the man you lust for so painfully, peacefully, blissfully in love with each other. If this is dying, you're surely going to hell for thinking something so awful about a feeling so beautiful. It’s the sort of thing you think to yourself, bury deep – deep – inside the depths of your mind. Dredging it out in the late hours of the night when you can’t sleep. Wallowing in your unrequited love, feeling sorry for yourself, while also comforting yourself with the thought that at least now you didn’t have to do anything. You would never have to approach your longtime crush, Suguru Geto, and potentially ruin your friendship with him. It was something you’d struggled with for years, and after Gojo showed up – you didn’t have to struggle anymore. It was already lost. And the insane twists your fantasies would play out for you, all white hair and long slender limbs, in those lonely nights in bed – you could be free of those, too. You could completely dismiss the insane idea of propositioning the man-whore menace of a human being who made your heart race, Satoru Gojo. Gojo and Geto loved each other, and it would be wrong to get in the way of that. At this point, even saying anything to either of them would be a trespass on your friendship, with both of them.

[inkblot22]

What's Worse?

I finally finished this. This unpostable thing. It's done and even if it's bad, I do not care. In the end, it ended up being 4k words and I'm okay with this. Header by @/cafekitsune

Who is this fic for? I tried to keep this one very neutral despite the many references to body parts, so anyone who can handle it is free to read! Keep in mind that pronouns such as you and they are used to refer to the reader. The reader is human and does have hair.

TW for coercion, noncon, dubcon, allusions to a physically and emotionally abusive dynamic, captivity, everyone is at least a little bit untrustworthy in this, mentions of the smell of blood, beastman-specific oddities and anatomy, violent and morbid similes. Just in case, I'd like to say that this is DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. A lot of the stuff is more so implied than explicitly stated, but it's still there.

The day he moved up a grade and began his “internship” is the same day he took you with him. Sure, Grim came along, but you’re often so busy, or he’s often so busy, either way. So you haven’t seen your familiar in months, and your life is filled with Leona.

You don’t know why he did this, but the first night you were there, he tapped your uvula with his fingers as he orally serviced you so feverishly that you left teeth indent bruises on his knuckles from biting down so hard as you tried not to be loud. He wore them like jewelry, and you know his brother saw them. Everyone at the table knew what happened, because, according to Leona, no matter how often you shower, the way you smell will always give you away.

That was a little over six months ago. As far as captivity goes, it’s rather cushy. You stay within the confines of the Afterglow Savannah’s palace. Sometimes Leona gets a bit aggressive and you take it, but you’re fed, clothed, and possibly pampered. It could be worse. It could be far worse. You could be in the dungeons. 

You actually don’t know if this place has a dungeon, come to think of it. The last time you asked Leona, he asked you if there was an issue with the room you shared with him. When you tried to explain why you asked, he called you a “dumb herbivore” in a very fond tone of voice, then fell asleep. You didn’t try asking again.

It didn’t stop you from wandering. As it turns out, the Afterglow is mostly populated by beastmen… beastpeople? Aren’t all people beasts? Whatever, the point is, you’re basically the only person in the palace with muted senses. You often think back to Rook, wondering how he trained himself to use his senses so well. You tried to practice once, but Leona caught you hiding a  ball and chucked the thing out the window, telling you to find something better to do with your “skills.” You sure used one of your senses, at least.

Unfortunately, these “muted” senses, despite them being completely sensible for your human state of being, have led to some issues. For instance, when someone approaches you, you don’t notice until they’re within your field of awareness. Beyond that, according to Leona, Farena, Cheka, and Farena’s wife, you also tend to just reek of blood.

You have no idea why, and you’ve never noticed this before. You get out of the shower, having scrubbed hard enough to rid yourself of any dirt but not enough to create micro-abrasions on your skin, and Leona still complains about it. You play fight with Cheka, gentle enough that neither of you gets harmed and he’s giggly, and he pauses his mirth and wrinkles his little nose before asking if you got hurt. Zuri, Farena’s wife, regularly would stop you whenever she saw you, her eyes wide as she asked you if everything was okay. The palace staff didn’t say anything, but they’d constantly be re-filling your first-aid kit, one that was “gifted” to you and one that the staff and Kifaji (despite him being human like you, or maybe just not obviously a beastman) insisted that you carry at all times.

But out of all of them, Farena was the worst. If you were in Cheka’s nursery, even just seconds after the kid fell asleep, Farena would pop out of nowhere. If you lingered a bit too long in the kitchen or hallways, anywhere too far from Leona’s wing, he’d approach with a smile, his arms spread wide. If you came to the dining hall without Leona’ his glowing brown eyes would find you, the intensity akin to a sudden knife wound. His persistence in being around you was all blanketed by his uncomfortable implications when he spoke to you.

Even so, you happened to somehow get lost. The hallways are sort of color-coded, but you’ve passed this same hallway several times, enough for you to be okay with admitting that you’ve been walking in a circle for the past twenty minutes. And, much like the devil, as soon as you thought that if you were there any longer, a certain lion-man would appear, Farena popped up and scooped you into a hearty hug as greeting, your feet coming off the floor.

“Leona’s partner!” He never calls you by name. It’s always just that. You are Leona’s partner, not your own person, you guess, “I knew I’d find you eventually.”

“Yes. Hello, your highness.” You wheezed as he placed you back on the floor.

“Oh, you’re so prickly, just like my baby brother. You two are a perfect match- he does like a bit of bite.”

You rarely knew how to respond to him, so you often didn’t. You just stared at him, like a total moron, but he continued talking like you aren’t giving him the most anserine of looks- a word he has used to describe you before, basically to your face.

“I’ve heard that you forgot your first aid kit. We don’t need you tripping and scratching yourself on Leona’s dresser again, and not with an inability to heal yourself.” He never gave you time to answer, “Of course, I know you aren’t magic, but those of you without it have made some wonderful inventions to make up for that.”

“Oh. Yeah, I just left for, like, two seconds so I could return something to the kitchen.”

He nodded, thoughtful, still smiling, “Well, did you hit your head? You’ve been walking in a circle, and you didn’t even stop to say hi to me.”

“No. I, uh.” You cast your gaze down the hallway closest to you, then looked back at Farena, “I am a bit lost. I guess someone else is usually with me when I’m wandering around.”

Leona is not the only person in his family with a cunning streak. You are marginally aware of this, and when Farena’s eyes narrowed, you sucked in a breath.

“Hmm. You’re right, Leona’s partner. It is rather strange not to see you by my baby brother’s side.”

It struck you multiple times in the past that the amount of times you bumped into Farena couldn’t possibly be a coincidence. He’s a king, so why was he never ruling or whatever kings did all day? It was incredibly strange, and you made the same subtle discomforted motions like clockwork. He usually pretended not to notice whatsoever.

His grin was always too bright. You did prefer Leona’s smirk, “Very well. It looks like I’ll need to escort you back to Leona’s quarters, won’t I?”

“Uh. I mean, if you’re not busy.”

“You’re such a mousy thing. Come,” He offered you his arm.

You took it, and true to his word, he led you back to Leona’s wing, then straight up to the door. He knocked, and you ducked out of his arm to cautiously open the door. Leona strolled out of the bathroom, hair and skin wet, his eyes not even skimming over you before they flashed to his brother, who strolled in as though he owned the place. Maybe he did. Who owns a palace if not the king?

“Ah, Leona! I found your partner, wandering the halls like a lost lamb.”

As soon as the words process in Leona’s mind, his green eyes are sliding to pin you down. Your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t move or emote, lest he strike. He’s like a snake when he’s like this, which is ironic. Perhaps it’s not ironic, and just comedic. Who knows?

Regardless, Farena keeps talking, “And I missed you at lunch! What a shame. They had your favorite, you know. Meat! And lots of it. Don’t you ever get hungry, being in here all the time?”

If not for everyone talking about the way your skin smells, that comment could have been written off entirely. It didn’t feel great, being indirectly told that you smell like fresh meat, and Leona wasn’t helping much.

“Mmm. No. I don’t like my meat that rare.” Leona grumbles, taking a seat on his bed and waving you over. “Hey, c’mere and braid my hair.”

What was worse? Being told you smell delicious or being told you didn’t smell delicious enough? It was one of those things. You cautiously tied off his braids, capping both of them in beads that Cheka had gifted you. His hair was wet, clinging to his skin as desperately as the water did. You caught yourself watching a drop sliding over Leona’s tattoo and hummed softly. 

Farena was still talking. You didn’t hear the beginning, and you didn’t care about the end, so you completely tuned him out so you could finger detangle the rest of Leona’s wet hair. While you were ignoring Farena, you were pointedly all too aware of Leona’s sounds of pleasure. It took you a while to get used to it. You were a primate, and he was a lion. More lion than ape. He snorted and rumbled, huffed and chuffed, his face twisted in a scowl. 

“Ah, what a shame. I’ll have to speak to you later, Leona. Perhaps you could talk about those plans with Zuri. I’m sure she’d love to listen.” You tuned back in as Farena turned to the door, opening it before remembering himself and waving at you, “Bye bye, Leona’s partner!”

When he was gone, almost as soon as the door was closed, Leona twisted his torso to grab you around the waist and pull you into one of his kisses. You read somewhere that the reason men kiss so… wetly is so they can mark their partner. It makes more sense if they just didn’t want to kiss with dry lips, but you’re no kissing expert. Leona is not an exception to this, you supposed. He always licked his lips before pressing them against yours, slicked with his saliva and often accompanied by a quiet, barely perceptible growl. 

His kisses were dizzying. Possibly because it was difficult to breathe while kissing someone, and possibly because you were usually held in a crushing vice whenever he kissed you. Your poor ribcage had been squeezed many times. 

And just as soon as it started, he dropped you unceremoniously and stood up, walking past your sprawled body on his floor, “We’ve got some big dinner to get to. Get dressed.”

You scrambled to your feet, “Big dinner?”

“Mhm. It’s some official’s birthday. I can’t be bothered to remember who.”

That made enough sense. In the time you’d been here, you’d learned pretty quickly that it wasn’t exactly worth it to go out of your way to be remembered positively by everyone, especially not since you were… with Leona. In all the time you’d been here, you’d never been sure about what the nature of your relationship with him was, either. Asking would get you some kind of snarky or irritated answer, and not asking but thinking about it made it hard to focus on anything else, so you didn’t think about it.

“Oh. You see Grim today?” You asked while getting dressed in your own green and black dashiki, like a couple’s outfit in the matching pattern of Leona’s.

Like he always did, he stared for a moment before making a few small adjustments. It was funny, he couldn’t be bothered to care about his own appearance, and yet, when it came to you…

“Yeah, He’s good. Still working on the mage stuff.”

“Mmm. Okay. Thanks.” You mumbled, lifting your arms so Leona could look you over again, “What?”

“You stink like my brother. If we had time, I’d fix that, but…”

“What does he smell like?”

“Shouldn’t you be asking what I smell like?” He snapped, and you flinched. Sometimes his irritation came with physical indications, but heavier than the physical indications was the energy around him, “Forget it. Stay close to me tonight.”

You usually did. You hated parties here, but more than the parties themselves, you hated the strangers who came up to you and just said whatever. Last time, someone approached you and asked how big Leona’s wallet was for you to stick around. You’re learning to like nobility less, not that you particularly liked them before..

You’re tucked against Leona’s back for the entirety of the evening. He’s like a ward. People see him and walk the opposite direction unless they’re drunk or stupid, and those types are in short supply at the beginning of the night. Unfortunately, by the middle of the night, amongst sips of his drinks and nibbles of various finger foods, you felt exhausted and Leona was straight up pissed.

You wondered why for a bit too long. You barely even realized when you ended up back in his room, outside on his balcony. He was stewing, pouting like a toddler. You unstuck yourself from his side and sat in one of the chairs.

“Mmm.” He grumbled. He often did this, putting a noise to his emotion, but no words to explain himself. You’d wised up and figured out early on that it was best not to approach him for this type of thing, “Hey, runt.”

Uh oh. He tended to use that nickname before he did something foul to you. You squirmed in your chair and flinched as he turned around and yanked his shirt over his head. His pants went next. Leona didn’t bother with underwear.

“C’mere. What are you hidin’ in the corner for?” He mumbles, “We’ve got time now.”

Your uh oh gets multiplied. It’s not that you aren’t attracted to Leona, or that you’re not in the mood. It’s not that you’re terrified of him, not that you’re confused by his awkward libido. It’s that you honestly don’t know what he sees in you, sprinkled with a bit of relationship insecurity. You’re here because of him, you and Grim have a home because of him, but what’s going to happen when he gets bored with you? 

He looks over his shoulder at you sharply, “What the hell are you doin’? I said c’mere.”

You swallowed and took a few steps forward, stripping as you walked. The night air makes your skin tingle with goosebumps, your nipples hardening and a shiver rattling through you. It’s a very strong possibility that these feelings have beset you based only on the fact that someone could look up from Zuri’s garden and see you and Leona, both naked on his balcony.

 When you’re standing in front of him, he just stares, one of his hands ever so gently stroking himself. You think it’s funny, the phrase “playing with yourself,” because that is what it is. His fingers softly paw at his heavy balls, gliding up the base of his shaft to tweak the head of his cock under his foreskin. He doesn’t break his gaze on you to look at himself. The hand that is not busy with himself reaches out to grab your waist, just above the start of your hip, and yank you closer.

He’s not gentle. Not really. You know he has the capacity to be gentle, but he doesn’t really seem to care. In the past, when you’ve pleaded with him to be gentle, he’s told you that he would treat you like glass if he thought you were made of it, but since he’s seen you suffer worse (what is worse?) he doesn’t see the point in bothering. That doesn’t change the fact that his touch often hurts. Now is not an exception, and you make your displeasure clear with a soft noise of discomfort.

“Shhh. You wanna tell me what happened earlier?” Leona mumbles, pressing his face against the skin on your stomach, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

You absolutely hate it when he smells you like this, but that’s not important right now, “Wh-what?”

“With Farena. You looked freaked out.” Leona ever so lightly kisses the pit of your bellybutton, “He do anything to you?”

You’re not a fan of Leona acting like this. While it seems like he cares, you know from past experience that he’s typically, if not always, on the brink of a jealous meltdown. His jealous meltdowns almost always end with you sitting alone in the bathroom, tending to your own wounds as he sleeps like a kid who just threw a tantrum. So you decide to give a simple answer before distracting him, at least for a moment.

You scratch the nape of his neck, since he doesn’t like you touching his ears, “He was just his usual off-putting self. Nothing else.”

Leona grunts and looks up at you, so you take your chance. You lean down, sitting on your knees, and press a mock-reverent kiss to Leona’s thigh. He’s surprisingly hairless, for someone who is more lion than ape. You suppose the same could be said for yourself, as someone who is more ape than lion. 

Leona’s unimpressed face slants into a smirk, and his hand that was previously fondling his genitals slides to cup your cheek, fingertips rubbing behind your ear.

Now that it’s right in front of your face, you wish that you hadn’t decided that this was the best option for distraction. You think maybe anything would be better than catching those barbs in the back of your throat. The little softly-curved nubs circling the base of the head of Leona’s cock flare out a bit, resembling one of those Elizabethan ruffs, tattered by the passage of time and reduced to the skeleton. They aren’t sharp, not truly, but they’re uncomfortable, especially when you forget that the more worked up Leona gets, the further they poke out and the harsher they feel. It’s similar to someone’s very carefully blunted fingernail and fingertip rubbing against your cheeks.

You try to suck up your carefully hidden disgust and press a soft kiss to the very tip of Leona’s dick, wetting your lips with his salty pre. Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste bad. You would think that his skin, his cum, would taste bitter and harsh, but it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever tasted. Perhaps that’s a silver lining in this wicked situation.

Regardless, a quiet grumble from him makes you snap back into the reality of where you are, and you figure you may as well get to work. You slide your lips down to his base, wincing as the spongy head of his member punches the back of your throat and his hand slides back to grip your nape.

“You trying to bore me to death, runt? You know I hate this teasing shit.”

That’s right. He absolutely loathes it. You bob your head a little more expeditiously, trying to ignore the slick mixture of drool and pre that is escaping from the corners of your lips and the ever-increasing strength of Leona’s thrusts against your face.

Despite your senses being the most dull in the palace, you can sort of hear the festivities downstairs, and Leona chuckles, standing with your head still cradled in his hand so he can actually start thrusting. It always begins with you trying to set a gentle pace and it always quickly dissolves into chaos. He’s lazy, but if he’s anything more than lazy, it’s a shameless pleasure chaser. You would think that you would have learned by now.

“You can’t hear them. They’re not at all concerned with me, they’re wondering where you went off to. But everyone knows that you belong to me, so they should know that you’re with me.” Leona mumbles. 

You gag, his dickhead wetly popping against the back of your throat as the fluids in your mouth froth with the speed of his motions, gooey trails roping down to cling to your cheeks and collarbones, connecting to Leona’s shifting hips. At least he doesn’t stink today.

A bug lands on your shoulder and flits away as you choke on Leona as he shoves his cock down your throat. Maybe you should feel a bit more grateful that this is happening partially outside, and that way you can have constant reminders that you’re still alive and not in some form of purgatory, serving time for your very minor moments of humanity when you were alive. 

Leona snarls, “You’re just so cute, with those lips wrapped around me. I wonder if my brother would keep flirting with you if he knew that you were like this in private.”

The implications of that statement are absolutely lost on you. You’re aware that Leona knows how you feel about your current life to a degree, but he doesn’t give a damn about your emotions. Whatever he’s talking about is absolutely just him babbling out some sex-addled nonsense. As the barbs scrape against your uvula, you gag and try to push his hips away so you can catch your breath for a second.

He doesn’t let up. Sweat is sliding over his skin, beading into crystal pearls and sliding down to flavor the skin in your mouth with their salt. If you don’t puke from his roughness, you’re going to puke from ingesting so much sodium. His smirk grows and his fingers massage the base of your head as if he isn’t pounding into your throat.

“Aw… too much? Maybe if you were a bit more active, I’d be done a bit sooner.” He coos.

You don’t fully hate Leona. He has given you somewhere to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear, for both you and Grim, but whenever he gets like this, taunting you even though he’s using you like a cheap sleeve, you feel an indescribable, hopeless anger. Regardless, you bring one of your hands up to the copious amounts of drool and pre and sweat that are covering your skin, collecting the goop on your fingers. You cup his ass with your non-gooey hand and spread that cheek, plunging a finger into his asshole and aimlessly crooking your finger.

His hips spasm, his hand fists into your hair and he lets out a low grumble, “Rrr.”

You slowly ease your other gooey finger into his ass and hope that he will cum soon so you can catch your breath. You need a shower, and he’s probably going to just go to bed after this. You’re more tired than he is, and you’re actually beginning to think that you both might be a bit tipsy. You need this to end, and you need it to end soon.

Your prayers are answered. You feel his cock bob in the back of your throat, the glans tapping that soft spot that makes you feel it in the back of your nose, and he yanks your head back, your lips releasing him with a somewhat loud pop.

His cum is hotter than it has any right being. You suppose since he runs hot, it’s not that shocking, but you’re also aware that the whole reason that the balls are not an internal thing is because the human body is way too hot for sperm to live for long periods of time inside of the body. This information is irrelevant, however, because Leona has just made the mess on your skin that much worse. You sigh as he lets go of you, flopping back into his chair and gesturing to his cock again.

“Can you clean me up before you go running off?”

You’d love to tell him no, to ask him to shove it, but you grunt your acquiescence and tongue-clean his messy skin, as if you aren’t covered in more slime than he is. Once done, you stand up and gather your clothes, placing them in the laundry bin in the bathroom and getting in the shower.

You scrub a little harder than usual, but not hard enough to break skin, not even enough to create micro-abrasions. Once out, you throw on one of Leona’s gaudy yellow tees and take a seat on the bed. He’s already curled up under the covers, but the soft tapping of his tail lets you know that he isn’t sleeping. You slide under the covers yourself and Leona rolls over, pulling your back into his chest.

“Hey.” He mumbles into your hair, “You stink like a fresh kill.”

What’s worse? Smelling like blood in a den of predators or being in the den of predators to begin with?

[poetryandfluffycats]

Hii.. can i request a nsfw tsukasa x fem reader? He looks so hot in the new climax event card

A/N: very mildly based off of another fic I did(Confessions) but you don't need to read that to understand this. enjoy!

Pairing: Tsukasa Suou x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, public intimacy(in a locker room shower), making out, knee riding if you squint, fingering, princess used as petname, getting walked in on, small amount of Leo screentime

Content: Being with Tsukasa is great, and you love him very much, but the amount of attention put on you by the media? Not great. Not only was it insanely annoying, it also made it hard to engage in... private matters.

Words: 838

NSFW oneshot under cut!

My Princess~

A few weeks in, and you were pretty sure the whole school had caught on to your relationship with Tsukasa. The media had been going insane, printing and plastering stolen moments between the two of you on every website and magazine they could get their hands on, each headline more explicit than the last. You couldn't even hold hands without the paparazzi jumping you. And that was all fine, you could deal with that much. There was just one small, tiny, micro-sized problem.

All the attention was making it extremely hard to get laid.

Sure, the two of you had kissed and cuddled plenty of times, which was fine, you weren't an animal, but you were only human! A human who had been on a very long dry spell even before you had met him. Your body was screaming at you each time you got close to him, urging you to go further and further. But there was always someone around to interrupt you, whether it was another member of Knights or some nosy stranger.

Which was how you ended up in this predicament, pressed up against the steamy wall of one of the showers in the locker room, the water on full blast and Tsukasas tongue shoved down your throat. You weren't quite sure exactly how it had started, all you could remember was that he had gone a bit too fair with one of his silly prince acts and your hormones got the better of you. Which in your opinion, wasn't so bad.

Tsukasa pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily as he looked over your form-which was only covered by the tiniest thong and matching bra you owned. Though, he wasn't doing at great job at being modest either, having stripped down to his boxers that did very little to hide his growing boner "(name)... are you sure you want to do this?"

"Please, Kasa~" You groaned, grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him back onto your mouth. He eagerly got back to work, kissing and sucking on your lips so hard you were sure there would be bruises in the morning. His hands trailed up and down your body, squeezing and groping every inch he could grab onto. You moaned into his mouth as his finger brushed against your hardened nipples, allowing him further access into your mouth.

He brought his knee in between your legs, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. The feeling caused you to let out a high-pitched whimper, throwing your head back and giving Tsukasa the perfect opportunity to latch onto your neck-sucking and biting at the delicate flesh.

"Does that feel good, my princess?" He murmured between kisses. "Tell me what you want, I'll do anything for you"

You bit down hard on your bottom lip as he rubbed his knee in circles over your clothed clit, trying to muffle the porn star level moans that threatened to escape your throat. "M-more! Please... I want..."

Unable to get the words out, you instead grabbed one of his hands, guiding it down your body and onto your soaking panties. A sly smile appeared on his face as he got the hint, softly caressing the damp fabric.

"So wet already... I should help you out with that, huh?" He purred, giving your neck a teasing nip before dipping his fingers past the barrier of your panties. He paused for a second as he took in just how soaked you were, the creamy liquid dripping onto his hand. "Holy s-shit, all for me? Your amazing"

You whined as he ran his finger up and down your slit, collecting your slick on his fingers and twirling it over your aching clit. His other hand made its way behind your back, swiftly unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the ground. Before you could react, he had already latched his hot mouth onto your right nipple, sucking at the bud like a starving baby. His thumb continued toying with your clit as he did so, rubbing the bundle of nerves in soft and gentle strokes. He pushed a digit past your hole, thrusting in and out at a pace just fast enough to make you see stars, but so slow it left you wanting much more.

"God, s'good!" You whined, tangling your hands in his red locs and pulling him impossibly closer. You were getting so close, all the tension from the past weeks building up inside your core, ready to be released at any second. Just a bit more, just a little more-

"Wahahhaha! Found you two-ACK! Dear god, my eyes!"

Just as one final thrust of Tsukasas fingers tipped you over the edge, the shower door was thrown open, revealing a once triumphant Leo turned competently traumatised by the scene in front of him.

Welp, so much for 'privacy' and 'finally having a moment to ourselves', with how Leo was, you were sure all of Knights would know about this in a matter of minutes.

[serenisastar]

Dying

Jegulus micro-fic, angst

Warning this is not edited AT ALL literally just typed it out and posted it so be nice 🥺

James Potter knew he was dead long before Voldemort even raised his wand to him. Before he realised why Peter was looking at him with superficial apology and a shine in his eyes.

He knew he was dead before he saw the flash, and heard the praise of masked assailants directed to the man he once considered one of his closest friends.

James Potter had been dying for a long time now. Honestly this was just the ending of what he’d been waiting for far too long now. He’d been dying since the end of his last year at school but if he really thinks, it started before that. It started the moment he laid eyes on that raven haired boy who consumed his soul until there was nothing left. The boy who James hasn’t seen in years, a part of him would like to imagine the boy living somewhere sweet and safe.

But James knows.

James knows it’s too late, it was too late in school and now he’s too far gone. It’s too late to save him. You can’t save someone who’s intent on being in harms way. Sooner or later he had to learn that, you can’t throw everything away for someone who doesn’t want to be worth anything.

James learnt his lesson. But it hurts that one heartbreak clearly wasn’t enough for the universe. No.

Maybe James Potter was never destined to truly live. Maybe he was meant to be nothing but a contributing factor to a character arc in someone else’s story. A filler character.

James can accept that that was his purpose. But he cannot accept that it was the point of the raven haired boy with the golden snitch. Well, the snitch is in James’ bedside cabinet now but he knows who it really belongs to. Doesn’t matter how long he holds onto it, it’s not his. Nothing in his story ever really was.

No, that’s not right. The dark haired boy was his. His. To have and to hold. But all things good and bad come to an end as they must do, what goes up must come down and boy did this one crash and burn. Stars exploding in the final crunch of the universe, at least to James. His universe.

If James’ only point is to be a filler for the next generation than maybe he can at least stall the inevitable.

So yes, James knew he was dead from the moment he opened that door. But if there was any chance he could protect the one truly good thing he’d ever done he was going to do it. And that was his family.

Surely it’s no result of his influence that they turned out so perfect, James has always been rotten but he does a lot better at hiding it than he should. But that’s what they are, perfect. In another life James would be truly satiated with just them, it would be all he needed. But James is selfish, selfish and ungrateful and he doesn’t deserve all he’s been given. He’s always known that.

But maybe for the first time in his life he can do something good, he can save something good.

So he opens the door unarmed and when he sees the flash of green he doesn’t flinch. Because maybe, just maybe, there’s a certain raven haired boy waiting for him on the other side of it.

[thesolaireslawyer]

Scared

TW- First Argument , Curse words , once again if you look hard enough slight NSFW, Self-doubt, Self-loathing, worry-cleaning,

WC- 1163

A/N- when I heard that guy listened to Chappell Roan I had to make a fic about my favorite song!

The first argument always sucks. Guy didn’t even remember what they were fighting for. No doubt something he did. He knew he could be annoying and sometimes he does too much. Of course, he tries to micro-manage. But he can barely focus on something for more than 5 seconds. Maybe that’s why his honey was upset with him. No, it’s more than that- and he knows that. Not focusing doesn’t lead to someone storming out. 

Guy sighed as he leaned against their bedroom door. If anything he was scared. They equally said some stuff they didn’t mean. And he knew they didn’t mean it. They were just upset.. It doesn’t excuse what was said. But he was in the same boat. What if they didn’t know he didn’t mean it? What if this is the end of a relationship and a friendship? He was scared, annoyed, and sad. The place is empty without honey. He wondered where Honey went. 

Taking a deep breath guy got up and walked towards the kitchen. Remembering all the fun they had in the kitchen hurt now. Honey and him making out on the counter, honey then stopping the steamy session to make him do the dishes. He practically begged them. To pretend the dishes didn’t exist for one night but. They refused, getting off of the counter and walking their fine ass into the bedroom. 

He chuckled at the memory and turned on the water. It ran cold for a few seconds only to turn scorching hot. Guy turned the cold water nob a little. The now lukewarm water made washing the dishes much easier. 2 years without an argument, or well an actual one. Guess you could say the honeymoon phase was over. He laughed to himself, Honeymoon.. He was missing his honey. Their laugh, the way they would hit him whenever he made a comment. He went back to the dishes. Scrubbing the dirty plates, and spoons. Washing dishes without a reward isn’t as fun as getting a reward for them. Depending on the reward. Ranging from cuddles to more fun activities. An unhinged giggle left his mouth. 

Finishing up the dishes, he drained the now cold water. Well, he’d done the dishes, what else could he do? They mentioned something earlier about their room being dirty.. He could do something about that. Drying his hands, he made his way to the room. The things they did in this room... A slight flush brushed Guy’s face as he made his way to the bed. Fixing the messed up sheets. And brushing out the wrinkles in the blanket before spreading it over the bed. Going around the bed and picking up the pillows had him thinking. All the pillow fights, drool puddles, honey cuddling him when he’s sick. There were so many good memories in this bedroom. 

As he put the final pillow over the nicely made bed, this room now contained the memories of a bad argument. That he refused to try to remember. He began to pick up the clothes on the floor. Putting them in the basket. Leaving Honey’s hoodie out for later use. 

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They didn’t even drive anywhere, they never left the complex. They just sat in their car.. Crying out of anger, and annoyance. God, why was it so hard for them to get their feeling across? Having a bad day isn’t good enough or never a good reason for going off on your partner for something as stupid as fucking shampoo. Like you could just buy more, you can’t find a partner to put up with your shit like guy does. Did he still love you after that? You wouldn’t know if you just sat here in your car. How does he do it at times? Honey thought to themselves, the countless memories of Guy and Kayla come flooding back. Guy’s horrible attempts at flirting, the dismission of said attempts. Because you didn’t think he was serious. Until he was.. That time you hid away from Kayla and her boyfriend. 

He came into your room. He thought about you while planning to leave the shared space. That night you realized every joke he ever made was serious. Taken aback at first. You embraced it.. You pulled him close and kissed him, and you too had been inseparable, or at least till now.. You were scared more than anything. Were you about to lose everything over a bottle of shampoo? No. you know you’re not the most expressive person nor kindest.. Hell, not even the best with words. But sometimes actions speak louder than any words you know.

Honey opened their car door, taking in a deep breath and shakily letting it out. Saying and doing something is much harder than they thought.. But they will prevail. Stepping out of the car, locking it behind them. And making their way towards the shared apartment. Their heart could be heard beating out of their chest. Deep breaths honey.. Deep breaths.. Now that they thought about it.. They’d been out there for a while. If he was sleeping this would be much easier. Sighing as they opened the door.. Hm, unlocked.. Normally they would yell or scold him about this but. For now.. They had done enough yelling today. They wouldn’t be able to see his face scrunch up and cry as he did earlier.. 

Honey walked through the door closing and locking said door. The place was spotless.. They walked through the right door.. Right?.. The snoring coming from the couch let them know they were in the right place. They only knew one person who snores like that. Looking over at the couch they smile, before gently shaking awake their adorable partner. Who was wearing their hoodie. Again. 

Guy stirred awake. He looked dazed.. But that comes with the territory. 

‘’ …hey.. ‘’ Honey started knelling to guy's eye level.   

‘’ hey.. ‘’ he responded with a slight smile

‘’I wanna apologize for earlier..it was…wasn’t right for me.. To..go off like that.. ‘’ Honey avoided guys' eyes as they spoke. The shame was evident in their voice. Guy reached out and kissed their forehead. 

‘’  you’re not.. The only one who.. Needs to say sorry.. ‘’ his tone of voice matched Honey’s. They were so scared of each other's reactions. They forgot in a way their one of the same. 

The flush that spread across Honey’s face caught them off guard enough to let Guy pull them on top of him.. 

‘’let me love you in the meantime.. We’ll talk in the morning.. In the meantime cut yourself some slack.. We both said some bad things.. ‘’ guy whispered in his lover's ear peppering kisses up and down their neck.. Face and really anywhere his lips could land. Honey cuddled up to their partner who was wearing their hoodie. But they didn’t care, closing their eyes they drifted off to sleep. 

The first argument is never fun.. But making up afterward is always better than nothing.. 

[accio-sriracha]

Fight Me - Drarry Micro-fic :)

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"Oi, Potter!" Draco called, a smile on his face. He had been trying to goad Potter into an argument for nearly two weeks, he was yet to be successful.

Potter turned, stopping halfway to the Gryffindor table, "Yes, Malfoy?" He asked, his tone resigned.

"Have you heard the news lately? Everyone says that their precious Golden Boy's lost his touch." Draco came to a stop a foot away from him, "That true?"

Potter only closed his eyes, scratching the back of his head, "Did you need something, Malfoy?" He asked. Draco rolled his eyes,

"Obviously an answer to the question I just asked you. Now tell me. Is it true?"

Potter shook his head, his sigh deep, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do. It's all over the news! Some people are starting to think you can't even do magic anymore."

"Of course I can." Potter replied, his tone detached.

"Prove it." Draco lifted his chin up, sure he was going to get his way this time.

"I'm not going to fight with you, Malfoy." He replied, turning to walk away. Draco caught him by the arm,

"The hell you aren't!" He called, giving him a small shove to the shoulder, "Fight me." He called again, "You know you want to, Potter. I know you're dying to let off steam. Well? Here I am. Fight me."

Potter only shook his head, the eyes Draco had always seen so full of fire had finally gone out,

"People died, Malfoy, don't you get that?" He asked, his voice quiet, "I don't care about our stupid rivalry anymore. It's not worth it."

"News flash, Potter. You're living in a tragedy. You want a spoiler? Everyone dies in the end. You may be one of the greatest wizards ever known, but you can't stop that fact. You can't save everyone. How's that for fucking magic? So stop hiding your tail between your legs and stand up for yourself! You're Harry fucking Potter! Don't just sit there and take it, you need to fight back!"

He knew he was being harsh, but he couldn't stand seeing Potter like this. So lifeless and... empty. He wanted to shake Potter senseless and tell him to snap out of it.

"Don't you get it? Don't you understand just how much they would kill to see you fall? Stand up for yourself for fucks sake, Potter!"

"You're causing a scene." He whispered.

Draco scoffed, "Like you ever gave a damn about who was watching you."

"I do." Potter's eyes flashed with hurt for just a moment, "I always have."

Draco tried to stop the joy that spread through him. He didn’t want to hurt Potter, but it was something. That flicker was more emotion then Draco had seen on his face in over a year.

"Then show them." Draco whispered, stepping closer, taking his chance, "None of them understand. None of them understand the violence, the pain, that it took for you to be this calm. You are not the type to stand still and take it quietly. Do something...Show them you're still just as powerful as you always were. Show them you're still the boy who lived."

He paused, staring at him with the expression he knew always pushed Potter over the edge before,

"Unless you really have lost it." He said, raising an eyebrow, "The rumors are probably true, you've gone soft, Potter. Too good now, aren't you? Dumbledore's perfect little golden boy. The world's hero, above all of us measley humans. You couldn't even hurt me if you tried, could y-"

His words were cut off as Potter yanked out his wand and held it against Draco's throat. Wild fury filled Potter's eyes and Draco did his best not to smile. He'd done it. He finally managed to get Potter riled up again the way that he used to.

He hated seeing the way he dragged himself around the castle, the dark circles under his eyes and the quiet, serious voice. He missed watching Potter laugh with his friends across the Great Hall, hearing the passion in his tone as he hurled an insult back at Draco. He missed Potter's fire.

"You know what, Malfoy? I don't give a damn who you think I am, or what kind of noble savior you all expect me to be. I could tear you apart if I wanted to!" He shouted, pressing his wand harder until it hurt for Draco to breathe. His fist was clenched around Draco's robes. There were collective gasps around the Great Hall.

Nobody had expected him to suddenly react the way he did, but Draco did, he had hoped for it.

"I could be exactly like him and there is nobody who would be able to stop me." Potter spat.

Draco gave a harsh laugh, his head tilting up when the wand pushed further,  "But you won't. Why is that Potter? Why is it that you can't hurt me? Go on. Say it! You can't hurt me, Potter, and you know it."

"I'm not scared of you, Malfoy." He hissed. Draco raised an eyebrow,

"Bullshit!" He called. Potter spun them and pushed him against the wall,

"I died. Nothing scares me anymore. Especially not you."

"You're lying. I can see how terrified you are. Admit it to yourself!"

"What do you want from me?!" Potter shouted, his voice echoing in the now silent room.

"I want you to live Potter." Draco whispered, hoarse now, "I want you back the way you were, before the war. You don't eat anymore, you don't sleep. I haven't heard you speak in weeks. I want you to be a person again."

"I am a person." His voice dropped too, his resolve following with it.

"Tell that to them. You let them push you around, you let them walk all over you. I'm tired of seeing you not standing up for yourself."

Potter opened his mouth to reply, then slowly shut it again, the force pressed to Draco's throat softened slightly, "Why do you care?" He asked instead.

"You know why."

Potter stared silently at him for a long time before lowering his wand completely, "I'm sorry." He muttered, looking down. Draco shook his head,

"Don't you dare apologize. You want to do something for me? Pick yourself up. Stop sulking around the castle like some nobody. You're Harry fucking Potter. If I ever see you let them treat you like shit again I'll kick your arse for real."

Their eyes met, an intensity like Draco had never felt before passing between them.

Harry pushed off the wall, leaving Draco standing there alone, he walked out of the Great Hall, ignoring everyone staring at them.

Pansy walked up to Draco, her eyes darting around the room, "What the hell was that? Are you okay?" She whispered.

He nodded and turned to walk out after Potter without a word.

~~~♤~~~

[wayfayrr]

15 for the prompt please!

I know this is for the micro fics, and should be a smaller fic but.

I had this ask at a very fortunate time - I'm dropping the fic below a read more just to be safe as it's an incredibly venty fic. Working through some stuff that happened earlier today and trying to process it. So it ended up a little longer than just a few sentences.

it's from wild's pov with different details to my own situation, however it has been written from my own experience.

cw: minor character death, flora bashing.

15. trembling hands.

They're dead. One of the few people I knew and was friends with after I woke up is dead.

They passed away while I was with the chain in a different hyrule and I never got to give them a proper goodbye. In only a couple of months they would have turned twenty. But their life got cut short because of stray tech.

I know I don't have the right to feel as upset as others are by this, I haven't spoken to them in at least a year now. However, that doesn't make the pain any less bearable, if anything it only makes me feel more guilty for feeling this way. This part of it will pass though, I have support though it. People to hold my trembling hands.

The part that's hard to accept is how I found out about their passing. Ever since I've started to branch out from the person she knew before the calamity Flora hasn't been acting the same. Or... the same way she did after she got over the her own issue with me using the master sword at a younger age than she could use her magic, or maybe she was simply this rotten the whole time and I was simply blind to it all. Either way it makes no difference to me now.

It was pure cruelty the way I was told in the first place, her smile and nonchalant tone etched into the back of my mind since. It was like she was making a comment about the weather, not telling me about the passing of someone who I considered a friend in our time together. 'but I didn't know you were friends with them, I only thought you knew of them.' Like it should have made me feel any better that she was this callous about another person's death.

It wasn't made any easier when she found me crying over them later that evening.

Nor how she told me to stop crying due to 'my anger towards her'.

I'll never be able to forget that.

With help from the chain I was able to work through it though, being able to come back into myself. Being able to smile again after a few weeks, even though it was shaky with any slight upset being enough to make it shatter.

When she saw that, it was like another switch flipped in her. This time highlighting her actions for what they likely always were, intentional to hurt me, to break me down, to keep me dependant on her, to be her perfect mouldable knight.

Hiding their funeral from me, keeping it hidden till it had already passed. Only choosing to mention it to one of the hateno kids in a conversation she knew that I would be able to overhear. Asking them about how how one of their friends was wearing formal clothes today, then turning to me with the same light tone she had when she announced their death. 'Oh yes, their funeral was earlier today. Apparently, it was a beautiful celebration, it had completely slipped my mind to tell you.'

My heart felt like it was stuffed with cotton and had plummeted into the lowest part of my body that it could.

How could she simply forget, when I was first told about their passing I had told her that we were close, albeit I hadn't spoken to them in a while. It shouldn't have been possible to have such an important event simply slip her mind. It had to be intentional.

The first time I cried, properly cried, in months was later that night. Later when I was away from her, alone with Twilight instead, someone whom I could trust. Even as he pushed me to be on good terms with her, no matter how she hurt me.

He held me as I sobbed, curling into myself while choking to breathe. Trying to pull myself back together so as to not ruin the day.

Still, hours later writing this, my hands won't stop trembling.

[jillsandwhichs]

Cleon Oneshots/AUs Collection, Chapter 9, Tasteful

Masterlist

Pairing: Claire Redfield & Leon Kennedy

Summary: Leon wakes Claire up in the middle of the night, needing to taste her

Status of their relationship in this oneshot: Sating

WC: 4.2k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Dirty talk, Fingering, Clit rubbing, Kissing, Biting, Suckling, Leon is just a very hungry man

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Art Creds: Ruby Goth

"You almost done?" The voice was deep & husk, it sounded spent. It was Leon, he was exhausted from the day he's had. Despite him not even working today, it was still challenging. "Almost! Where's the floss at handsome?" Claire asked her boyfriend, her tooth brush moving rapidly in her mouth as she cleansed her teeth. "In the cabinet babygirl." Leon replied, his tone louder than usual due to him being in the other room. Claire nodded to herself, spitting out the paste and watching as the blue mixed with white goop spilled into the drain.

Claire was big on dental hygiene, she never goes a single day without brushing, flossing & using mouth wash. The thought of plaque building up on her pearly whites makes her feel icky. Leon... Not so much. Claire has to often remind him to keep his mouth pristine, she doesn't mind though, just as long as it gets done. With her thumb, Claire wiped the access toothpaste from her toothbrush, rinsing it off before placing it back into it's holder.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go switch the loads of laundry in the garage, ok?" Leon shouted out to Claire from the living room. "Gotcha, be quick!" Claire yelled back, clicking on the cabinet mirror, it revealed a semi-secert storage section, it with held their floss, deodorants & more. She used the white, thick strip to remove the wet food from between her teeth ; luckily, there wasn't a lot, it depends on what she eats. One time, her & Leon went to a seafood boil and she had one helluva time attempting to remove corn skin from her teeth.

Leon entered their garage, it was quite chilly, the hairs on his arms raised instantly as he walked into the extensive room. Their washer & dryer was set up in there so it wasn't uncommon for them to have to come in at night, despite them disliking it. "Shit..." Leon mumbled to himself, his body quivering as he opened the dryer up, tossing the heated clothes into the basket. He didn't plan on putting the clothes from the washer into the dryer tonight though, he wasn't in the mood for all that.

Lifting up the basket, Leon held it at his side as he ambled out of the cold garage, closing the white door behind him. It lead into their kitchen, which was indeed micro sized but being it's just the two of them currently living here, it's not necessarily a problem. "I'm back babygirl." Leon spoke out, clearing his throat. He placed the laundry basket onto the kitchen table.

Claire showed up in the kitchen as well, she was now wearing a nightgown. Not your average one though, it had a black lacy trim on the collarbone & on the end of it. The base color was a dark red, it really suited her. The way it hugged her form was insanely attractive and Leon really couldn't keep his eyes off of her. What made it even better was the fact it was a silky fabric, it just drove the man absolutely mad. "Look at you..." Leon whispered, jokingly doing that classic cat-calling whistle. "Oh please, I am in no mood." Claire giggled, raising her arms up as she stretched. "Aw, you're no fun." Leon teased, looking her up & down.

"I am lot's of fun, I am just bushed." Claire explained, glancing at the laundry basket. "Did you put the clothes from the washer into the dryer?" "No... I can though." "No, no worries, let's just get ready for bed baby." Claire uttered out, yawning softly, which then caused a chain reaction, having Leon yawn too. "So weird how that works." Claire snickered to herself, turning around & strolling into their room. Leon's eyes immediately shot down to her ass, watching the way it swayed as she walked off. She was hot, Leon was a lucky man.

Wandering into the bedroom, Claire sighed softly to herself. Their bed was already made & ready to be slept in but there are a few more minor things she must do before bed. "Sweetheart, would you like me to keep the TV on tonight or no?" Claire questioned Leon as he convoyed into their bedroom with her. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine with that." Leon nodded, removing his shirt and tossing it aside. Leon always sleeps without a shirt on, he's a sweater.

Grabbing the remote off of the entertainment center, Claire clicked the POWER button. A white flash screened off of the television before some random TV show began to play. The volume was at '13' so it wasn't too loud & they'd still be able to sleep comfortably. "That good? Does it need to be quieter?" "No babygirl, that's fine." Leon grunted out as he climbed in bed. "Damn Claire, do we really need all these pillows?" Leon chuckled out, tossing a few on the floor. "Hey! I just made the bed, you're an ass!" Claire moaned out, throwing her head back in frustration.

"Oh, my baby, you're fine." Leon laughed, placing his hands behind his head, continuing to check Claire out. "You're so sexy." Leon bit his lip. He was just teasing her but she also knew he was trying to get her aroused as well, it wasn't going to work though. He'd fail beautifully. "Honey, thank you, so are you, but I advise you stop while you're ahead." Claire chortled, putting down the remote and making her way to the bed. "Why?" "Because I'm too tired for sex tonight, that's why..." Claire rolled her eyes, turning off the light.

The bedroom went pitch black aside from the shining light bouncing off of their TV into the room and the minor, yellowish light emitting from their bedroom door. They never completely shut it, so. "Come here baby." Leon stretched his arms out, indicating he wants to hold her. "One sec, let me go take my medication."

Claire proceeded, sitting on the edge of their bed and popping open the pill bottle. The meds Claire takes are meant to help with her anxiety, it's her primary medication, she needs it. "You okay?" "Yeah, just sleepy." Claire responding, dropping the pill into her mouth before swigging soda with it. "Ok..." Leon mumbled back, turning the other way so his back was to her.

After swallowing, Claire fully emerged herself beneath the blankets & sheets, the feeling of how warm it was calmed her nerves. She's always had such a tough time sleeping, ever since she was a little girl, like Sherry's age, but it's slowly recovering.

Sleeping with Leon beside her definitely helps out a lot, but even that isn't a cure. She tossed her body to lay on it's side. This way, she could see her nightstand, their bedroom & closet door, part of the TV and the restroom door too. She feels safer being able to see the door leading into the room.

It was also cold in their bedroom. The fact their AC was on High contributed to the cold air but they both enjoy it, the feeling makes it easier to sleep. Especially when they're all warm & cozy beneath the blankets and when they're all snuggled up. Although, Leon did turn over and hasn't said a word, Claire just assumes he's not in a cuddly mood anymore. It doesn't matter though, Claire was ready to rest.

Her eyes already felt heavy & her vision became more blurry than usual. It was as if her brain was fighting off the sleep but her body was too fatigued. Claire remembers the days when she'd be up day & night, no sleep due to her job. Life's gotten easier in that department, she sleeps much more often than she use to. Slowly but surely, her eyes delicately fell front, her vision going black & all the running thoughts that were bursting through her head faded away, it was peaceful. And she was finally asleep.

Leon on the other hand though, he was struggling. He has heavy insomnia. Sometimes, he just literally can't sleep. It's a challenge for him to do so. He can't even count the amount of medication he's taken for it, nothing just ever works out for him. His doctor recommending keeping white noise on & thinking about something special to him, but when he does that, he just thinks about Claire and that seriously keeps him awake. Especially with how she's been acting tonight. She's always on his mind, but more so tonight.

Shuffling around, Leon turned himself to turn back to Claire, her back facing him. He could hear her soft, sweet noises as she slept calmly. Leon scooched himself closer to her, her back warmly against his front. Leon's face was buried in her dark brown hair, it smelt like cherries, that's one of her favorite scents so it fits. He breathed in her scent deeply whilst wrapping his well-built arm around her waist & pulling her closer into him. Holding her helps.

As Leon officially got comfortable, his breathing stilled & all the terrifying thoughts of his past trauma drifted away. His PTSD is prominent at night, it causes his insomnia ; well, at least that's what he believes. Claire & Leon's gentle breathing was synced, as if it were a harmony. "My sweet girl..." Leon whispered hushly to Claire, he knew she wasn't fully asleep yet, rather just trying to. "Let's go to sleep hun." Claire stated, placing her arm upon his, holding him back.

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Deep into the night, a few hours since the two had both fallen asleep, it was around 3:25 AM. The moonlight shimmered through the white, square blinds that covered the large window hosted on the left side of the wall. The television was still on too, the movie 'Fight Club' was on, Leon could tell considering he favors the film. This specific channel often plays movies similar to said film. Leon's throat was quite dry, it's common though. He didn't drink much before he went to bed.

Coughing aloud, Leon let go of Claire and reached over for the water bottle on her nightstand, guzzling it down swiftly. The way the liquid trickled down his throat felt refreshing. Claire was still asleep and she looked gorgeous. Leon gazed down at her, smirking as he did so. She was his world. With that nightgown she was wearing, it made her look ever sexier. Leon felt wide awake now. This happens more often than he wishes. He'll sleep for a few hours, sometimes less, and then he'll awaken & not be able to fall back into a rest.

Setting the bottle back down, Leon nestled himself back into the bed, laying on his back too. His head faced the ceiling, all he could see was the TV reflection & their ceiling fan which was turned off at the current moment. He could feel Claire tossing & turning, she also struggles with sleeping, just not like Leon does. He already knew he was gonna have a bitch of a time trying to fall back to sleep. It didn't help that he was also turned on ; he can't help it, especially when Claire looks like how she does right now.

He shifted his head to face Claire as she was now facing him as well. Her eyes were shut tenderly, her skin looked smooth as she slept. Her lanky arms were bundled up against her chest too, as if she were coddling herself. From laying on his back, Leon moved himself to lay on his side so he could view Claire easier. He wanted to wake her up but he also felt bad in the process, knowing she was restless. He agreed with himself to just try, only to see what she'd say... "Honey? Claire?" Leon uttered out, moving his hand to her waist, feeling the silk collid with it as he stroked her lovingly.

All Claire did as Leon caressed her was make a whiney noise, as if she was a baby. "Adorable..." Leon whispered to himself. "Claire, babygirl, I have a question." Leon stated out again, watching as now her entire body moved to make her lay down on her back. "Leon, what's wrong, it's like..." Claire stopped speaking for a moment, checking the mini clock on their wall before continuing on. "It's almost 4 am..." Claire groaned out, staring up at him.

She was clearly still very tired ; Leon didn't blame her one bit. "I just... I want you." Leon mumbled to her, leaning down closer to her irresistible face. "How are you turned on at 3:30?" Claire shrieked, sitting up and allowing her back to rest against the headboard. "Because of you. You're so smoking." Leon teased her, his voice funny. "Because of me? No, just admit it, you're a damn jack rabbit." Claire snickered, smiling at him. She seemed sort of loopy, but it was just her tiredness wearing off.

"Sorry for waking you up baby, I shouldn't have, if you'd like to go back to sleep, we can." "No, that's alright, I have to pee anyways, you know I'll have a hard time heading back to bed." Claire yawned out while she sat up off of the bed. "Oh and honey..." Claire giggled out, turning out to face him before bringing herself down closer to his ear, "I'm not wearing anything beneath this gown." She cutely tittered before pecking his ear and stumbling off to the rest room. As she spoke those enticing words, Leon felt himself get immediately stiff. She's got a way with her words.

Leon shot up off of the bed just a minute or so after Claire left to the bathroom, making his way to it. He needed her, he didn't just want her. It was a craving he couldn't put on hold much longer. Claire has him wrapped around her little finger. Before the two of them even starting dating, Leon was never the type to be down so badly for a woman. Once he and Claire got together, that really did change. He's all about her. She drives him nuts. He's crazy for her.

Yawning once more to herself, Claire flushed the toilet and strided to the bathroom door, placing her petite hand on the handle, twisting it and opening the door. Directly as she opened it, Leon was standing right in front of it before he instantly grabbed ahold of her face, pressing his manly lips to hers, basking in the flourishing feeling of kissing her. "Leon!" Claire cackled as he firmly held onto both of her cheeks. Hearing her talk, Leon pulled away with a smile, "I want you babygirl." "I want you too." Claire hushed back, a glimmer of lust filling her eyes.

Leon's rugged hands stayed on her warm face as he lead her back over to their bed, playfully tossing her on it. "Baby!" Claire laughed. It was as if she'd be awake the entire time. Crazy what horniness can to do you. Leon adjusted himself on top of her, his hunky arms side by side to her shoulders, holding his weight up with complete & total ease. Claire moved her soft & kind hands to his lower cheeks, allowing her nails to run through his scruff. "You're so beautiful, my love." Leon whispered to her, leaning down again and kissing her with pure love & lust.

As they were making out, Claire swiped her wet tounge along Leon's lower lip, wanting entrance into the man's mouth. She yearned for him. The feeling of his tounge against hers was always exlierating. Just for Claire, Leon let his mouth gap open slightly, moaning against her as he felt her tasteful tounge against his. It was as if their tongues were massaging each other. It made Leon's member pulse & twitch. All it did was show off his thirst for her.

"Gosh, I love you." Leon added between kisses, before he'd then go back to his tongue colliding with hers. "I love you most." Claire spoke blissfully, her voice radiating seductiveness. Soft noises released from Claire's vocals as Leon kissed her more passionately, his tongue touching every angle of her mouth. This is part of why Claire is so big of dental hygiene... She wrapped her slim arms around his upper back, rubbing it and relishing in how he felt on top of her.

Officially though, Leon finally pulled away, grinning down at her. "Just relax sweetheart." The man said steadily as he began to kiss & suckle on her ravishing neck. Leon knew what he was doing - he was gonna leave as many hickies on her as he could. "Baby..." Claire whined out, her left hand surfing through his flowy hair as he sucked on her neck roughly. "I said relax, Claire." Leon laughed, pulling away for a moment to gander at her. "You're a crazy man." "I'm well aware." Leon chuckled, going back to his practices.

The spots of dark purplish red circles began to form on her throat, Leon felt accomplished. She'd go to work on Monday, and all the men there will know she's with someone else, and that she will be forever & ever. "You're my everything." Claire hummed out, biting her lip hard as Leon switched to the other side of her neck. "You're mine as well, my entire world." Leon whispered back to his girlfriend, loving how she was acting in the current moment in time.

Hickies and kisses were planted on both sides of Claire's neck, he marked her as his. "It's gonna be so unprofessional of me to go to work like this Monday." Claire laughed as Leon kissed down her body, her lips on the fabric of her gown. "Let's get this out of the way." Leon snickered, grasping into Claire's hands as he helped her sit up so he could remove the sexy attire. She was completely nude underneath, it only fueled Leon's arousal further.

"My beautiful girl." Leon smiled, placing himself back atop of her. The woman blushed at his lovely words ; he always knew what to say.

Starting at her chest, Leon kissed & suckled all along it. His mouth would go back & fourth between both of her supple, serene breasts. His tounge knew how to work itself on them. Claire's nipples hardened as Leon sucked on her breasts, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he did. Leon received pleasure even when he wasn't the one having it done on him. Claire's body is enough for him. Her noises are enough. She's enough.

"Leon..." Claire breathed out softly. The way he made her feel was ineffable. He knew where to kiss & suck, it was like he could read her body & mind. He was so gentle yet so passionate, Claire felt a surge of heat deep within her, the heat of lustfulness. Claire placed her hand on his head in attempts to push it down further, clearly wanting more. "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" "You know what I'm doing!" Claire snorted out, lifting her head of slightly to gaze at him. Leon just snickered in response, his lips trailing down to her pinched stomach.

Softly kissing her tummy, Leon soughed out quietly, taking in all that is happening. He was so close to her core, he could feel himself aching for her. His length was still erect as ever & twitching too. He couldn't wait to be inside her once more. Leon's arched nose swiftly brushed against her lower stomach as he towed himself to her center, her shiny wetness was ever so evident. "You really take your time." Claire spoke with a snarky, attractive voice. "Foreplay baby." Leon snapped back, biting her inner thigh playfully.

Leon kissed down both of her thighs, taking his sweet time whilst embellishing in her body. He nibbled one them too, making sure to not leave a single spot untouched. Oddly enough, Claire's thighs are one of his favorite parts of her body, Claire always teases him for it. "I need you." Leon huskily grunted out, his lips officially reaching the top of her inner thigh. "Then have me." Claire whispered, her hands roaming through his hair. Leon processed her words for a moment before just chuckling and latching onto her core.

Immediately, Claire released a loud, meaningful moan. Her hands digging at his hair as his mouth did wonders on her core. "Jesus Christ!" Claire panted out, her thighs shaking as he didn't let up. The man was relentless. It felt so good, Claire could hardly form words. Leon really knew how to use his tongue. "Leon..." Claire whimpered out as his lips sucked on her clit, he yearned for it. It was the most sensitive part down there, he was gonna make sure she felt fantastic.

The taste of her wet, alluring center was irresistible. Leon was eating her out as if it was going to be his last meal. "Fuck it feels so good." Claire moaned out softly, her body twisting & shifting, she could not stay still with the way he was eating her. Leon's arms were wrapped around her thighs as he attempted to hold her in place. She was so sensitive. "Babygirl, stay still..." Leon leered out, his breath warm against her clit. "It's so hard..." Claire gasped out, practically riding his face now.

Leon unravelled his right arm from around her thigh, placing it on the bed before allowing it to slither up towards her entrance. He pulled his mouth away from her for a second, slipping two fingers through her wet folds, rapidly getting a reaction out of her. "Oh my God." Claire shrieked, her back arching upwards as she felt his thick fingers play with her center. "You are so beautiful." Leon snickered before slowly & gently pushing two of his fingers inside of her, his index & his middle.

An out of breath gasp emitted from deep within Claire's throat as she felt both of Leon's fingers push inside of her. He shoved them in as deep as he could. He didn't wanna be rough with her, not yet at least. Claire continued to run her fingers through his slick hair, living for this moment. As he pumped his fingers in & out of her at a decent pace, he eventually went back to eating her out.

Both feelings were so overstimulating. Leon really knows how to work himself on her. The feeling of her walls around his fingers was so erotic and Leon was loving it. She'd occasionally get super tight around him, it made him wanna just fuck her even more. As he licked her inner folds & clit, he also thrusted his fingers faster into her. He could tell she was getting close but he didn't plan to stop until the very end.

Claire's toes were curling, her mouth was wide open and her stomach felt on fire. All of the pleasure she's been feeling is finally getting to her. It's gonna hit her like never before. "You're doing so well." Leon whispered out to Claire, turning his fingers inside of her. Each time he did that, all it did was cause Claire's hips to buck. She was eager. She longed for this just as he did. Claire wanted to close her eyes, just relax in the everlonging pleasure but at the same time, she weirdly enjoyed watching Leon please her. It was a sight, that's for damn sure.

The sounds of Leon plunging his fingers into her was so hot. Her wetness was never ending, that's how much he turned her on. "Dammit, baby, I'm close." Claire huffed out as she pulled on his hair tightly like she was using him for support. With no reply, Leon only continued. He slurped & devoured her, her taste was no embedded into his mouth & breath, which he didn't mind. Her scent was insanely arousing.

"Just hold out a bit longer baby." Leon ordered as he pulled his fingers out of her, gripping onto both of her thighs whilst suckling on every section of her entrance, even sticking his slippery tongue into her core. His eyes were shut gently as he took in the experience. His expression was plain but oh, there was so much running through his head as he pleased her. "Just like that, right there, Leon." Claire pleaded with him, basically grinding her hips against his face, feeling his scruff on her thighs.

A few more swipes of his tongue, and Claire was spent. She felt that heat wave deep inside of her explode and wash over her like a tsunami. "Oh fuck." Claire stuttered out, squeezing her thighs around Leon's head as she rode out her orgasm. As she came, Leon caressed her thighs whilst staring up at her, just watching her face contort as she rode out her high. "Mmm." Leon hummed out, kissing her thigh twice and then pulling away. "Oh fuck." Claire spoke again but this time more coherent.

"You okay?" "Yeah, yeah baby." Claire chuckled, looking over at the clock and noticing it read 3:40 AM now. "That was really good." Claire smiled, sitting up on her knees and hugging him tightly. Leon beamed and wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling her naked body against his. "I'm glad sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, kissing the side of her head. "I'm not tired anymore." She scoffed playfully. "Me either honey... I can go make us something to eat, if you'd like." "Yes please." Claire laughed, letting him go.

"Alrighty, be right back." Leon kissed her quickly before standing up, adjusting his pants, then walking out of the room, leaving Claire to reminisce.

[annabtg]

WIP Tag

Tagged by @kay-elle-cee, thank you! This looks so fun!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

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I have no actual WIPs to update, but I'm going to add the WIPs I'm working on/planning to work on.

Titles

(to be taken with a grain of salt)

Drunk With Power - micro I hope to write (and finish) today. James gets the Head Boy badge. Just got the idea for it after being assigned Prefect on the @jilymicrofics Discord server. xD

The Big Little Moments (working title that may or may not stick) - my Alight With Happiness fest fic. Jily's wedding night.

Oh My God, She's Insane - Jily Order AU, pre-relationship, comedy/shenanigans.

??? Le Maître de forges AU - this literally did not exist until yesterday when I mentioned this book to Kelsey. Document still does not exist, but I'm thinking about it and it's looking some flavour of viable.

Jilychallenge Fairytale AU - also a document that does not exist, because I'm still waiting for my prompt, but I have high hopes for it. 😁

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James being an insufferable prat for shits and giggles. We all love to see it!

The ending, in which James is like I'm married 😍 to this wonderful woman 😍 this is the life 🥰

I absolutely want to write James transforming into a stag and standing still, hoping to pass as a statue. It's going to be - wait for it - insane.

Lily getting in a relationship with a man she barely even tolerates (James), just to get one up on Snape? You know you want to see it 👀

No clue but I really hope there will be some magical elements! Like enchanted items and stuff.

Tagging: @theresthesnitch @mppmaraudergirl @roalinda @jmagnabo92 @abihastastybeans @siriuslychessi @fiendishfyre @uncertainwallflower @practicecourts @chierafied!

[delta-lethonomia]

For the fanfic/author ask game: 5, 10, 16, 23, 28

Thank youuuuuu! alrighty *cracks knuckles*

5. What’s something you learned while researching a fic?

Tbh I don't do much research? I usually only look up dialogue or to confirm things from the game. I did fall down a bit of a rabbit hole researching established drugs in Faerûn at one point, and had a great time learning about all the neighborhoods and layout of Baldur's Gate. But once I learned that the sword coast is about the size of the US west coast and Baldur's Gate is analogous to San Francisco it all clicked into place for me. Whenever there's a description of weather in my fics, I'm basing it off the micro-climates and general ~vibes~ I'm familiar with in SF.

10. Is there a character or ship you'd love to write for, but haven't yet?

I am dying to get to Ascended Astarion. He's so pathetic and simultaneously scary I need to gnaw on him.

To be honest I kind of miss my take on Dalyria, I feel like I spent a lot of time trying to understand the type of person she is but had to step away or obscure a lot of her reactions because SNW was through Tav's perspective. It would be fun to do something with her. Maybe a one shot where Astarion ascends but his siblings somehow aren't sacrificed? Or A!A does lose his soul, Tav/Durge manages to retrieve it, but in the process the remaining 6 spawn siblings are also returned to life, and now get to deal with an Astarion that did condemn them to be tortured for all eternity? Hmmmm decisions decisions

Other than that, call me crazy but Gortash/Karlach. Idk. There's something there, man. I haven't the slightest idea how that would work but I want to make it happen and maybe she kills him afterwards idk it's hot

ok completely out of left field here but the part of my brain that's still obsessed with Naruto desperately wants to write an Uchiha Madara/political activist!OFC fic. It's been like 15 years, brain, stop

16. What do you struggle with most when writing?

writing short scenes 😅 my notes can be a sentence, then the scene itself ends up being like 4k. getting to the point is hard!!! I just like chewing on everyone's thoughts and motivations and writing dialogue that organically leads to the point I want to make instead of immediately jumping into it. I think I'm pretty good at character development but god it could be quicker

other than that, scene transitions.

23. What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I've got another spin-off oneshot featuring Ascended Astarion in the works. I haven't really worked on it yet - I've got the plot and scenes written out, but no actual content - as I'm waiting to get to a certain point in Wrong Reasons due to spoilers for Tav's plot. But man, it's gonna be wild. Full body horror, very depressing. If SNW is Tav's fantasy then this one is gonna be Astarion's, taken to it's logical conclusion :) (Once again, this has no bearing regarding ascension happening or not in wrong reasons. There's a lot of ways that could go ;))

28. What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

Tav's whole relationship with Sylvar is pretty damn angsty, and you all don't know the half of it! If I ever wrote a fic going through all that happened and why things went the way they did, it would be pretty damn intense. Honestly I love Sylvar hahahhah he's such a piece of shit (affectionate)

Other than that, the Ascended Astarion one shot above is gonna be..... yeah. Not gonna spoil anything but it's gonna make the age of authenticity look tame <3 and not even in a torture porn type of way! V'dek was a psychopath and A!A isn't! just in a very.... wow. that's fucked. this is the worst ending isn't it. stinging nettle wine was the better path for these two huh

[the-blind-assassin-12]

20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @maggiemayhemnj - thank you!!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

Ten. I was cross-posting everything for a minute there, but I lost steam and now I only post here - except for Aphelion, which I am co-writing with @something-tofightfor. That still gets posted in both places.

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

68,449 - not counting Aphelion. My tumblr word count is... a lot higher.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Right now just Pedro Pascal characters.

4. top five fics by kudos?

Gonna go by notes on tumblr instead because that's where most of my stuff is:

Bes'laar Din Djarin x F!Reader (based on artwork by @stealyourblorbos!)

Survivor Blues Joel Miller x F!Reader

Forever Din Djarin x F!Reader

The Cold Offends Me Oberyn Martell x F!Reader (The Viper & The Wild Thing universe)

Point of No Return Ezra x OFC Clara

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all comments because I appreciate them SO MUCH MORE than I can accurately convey. I love hearing from people about what they liked or what shocked them or what made them feel things, and I really love the chance to sort of have a micro mini chat about it in the comments. That being said, sometimes I completely check out and miss a whole batch or a whole fic worth of comments goes unresponded to for far too long. And I always feel bad when that happens, which sometimes results in me responding to things WAY after the comments were left, to the point where it wouldn't surprise me if the person has already forgotten the fic/what they wrote... but I haven't forgotten how much it meant to me that they read and commented on my work. So even if it's 6 months to an eternity late, I intend to respond to them all.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It Pours From Your Eyes Joel x Tess

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I feel like most of them have happy endings, but we'll go with A Little Christmas Magic - Frankie x F!Reader as perhaps the fluffiest happy ending.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I have gotten non-fic specific hate directed at my writing before, but that was a few years ago and it hasn't happened since. Which is cool because the fewer people wasting their time and energy on being unnecessarily mean about things - let alone about stories about silly little fictional guys - the better.

9. do you write smut?

I do, but I do not consider it one of my strong suits, and I typically only include it if it fits with the overall story though a few times I have written smut just to be filthy as a challenge... and as a treat.

10. craziest crossover?

I've been slowly spinning a True Detective x Tim Rockford crossover like a rotisserie chicken for months but I've only managed to jot down a few unconnected snippets thus far. And a title. It's gonna be called (maybe, if I ever actually write it) Flat Circle, Twisted Game.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but if I did I would be absolutely PISSED. And I can't say I'd be nice about it.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but that would be cool AF.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! I am currently co-writing Aphelion with @something-tofightfor and it is so much FUN.

14. all time favorite ship?

In all honesty it's probably Leslie Knope and Ben Wyatt. I was straight up ready to stop watching Parks and Rec if they didn't end up together.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

lol what kind of passive aggressive, self-doubt feeding question is this? I'd like to finish them all and I try like hell to believe that I will.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I think it's probably describing natural settings? But maybe dialogue. Idk.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Smut. Also keeping the momentum to finish things in a timely fashion, but mostly smut.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I try to only use it when it makes sense or when it benefits the story and not just as like... a novelty or an afterthought.

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Teeeeeeeeeeechnically? Like first one I ever made content for? I guess that would be the Twilight series. But I will not be sharing where to find that here. And if you find out where it is, you take that knowledge to the grave with you, you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME, FRIENDS?

20. favorite fic you've written?

Even though it's nowhere near done, I love and am so very proud of Survivor Blues. But then again, even though it's a few years old now and I feel like my writing has grown since finishing it, Point of No Return will always have a very big piece of my heart.

Tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to play! Please tag me so I can see your answers!!

[jakeluppin]

Tagged by @renninflight thank you!! This took forever for me to finalize and post whoosps!

Rules: always post the rules. answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write eleven new ones. tag 11 new people and link them to your post. let them know you’ve tagged them

Everything gonna be gonna the cut since this is longgg

What's your favorite band/musician? (And tell me why! And if you've seen them live!)

Favorite band is uhhh hard to answer. I think I'd say Hippo Campus but then that almost feels wrong to say? Mainly because I haven't liked them as long as I have liked other bands. So maybe them? But otherwise I gotta go with some combination of Something Corporate/Jack's Mannequin/Andrew in the Wilderness because it's too hard to pick a single Andrew McMahon band. I guess if I absolutely had to probably Jack's Mannequin? They just mean a whole lot me.

What's something you're proud of?

Pretty proud of the fact that somehow managed to get a master’s degree.

What's something you like about yourself?

Um, do my tattoos count? Otherwise I think I’m pretty funny.

What's something you would like to do, if money weren't an obstacle?

Get a PhD. I want to So Bad but money……

What's something you do when you're anxious or stressed to calm down and relax?

Normally just like watch a comfort TV show. Oh and pet the cat

Do you have a favorite author? (If so, who?)

Probably Kurt Vonnegut? But I don’t think I’d say that I have one

Do you have a favorite poet? (If so, who?)

Not really since I’m not super into poetry. Maybe Saul Williams, but I haven’t read any of his stuff in years but I definitely used to love it.

Do you have a favorite artist? (You can probably guess the rest of this question!)

Van Gogh. He just really is That Bitch to me

What's a movie or TV show that had a big impact on you? (Could be something you watched growing up, a movie you saw recently that made you emotional, something you've seen a lot, something you quote with friends and family, etc)

Shadowhunters. Partially the show, partially just being a part of the fandom. I wrote so many good fics, I made great friends. Both of which, along with the show itself, helped me realize I was trans. So yeah. Pretty big impact there.

What's something you wish you could forget? (Could be something personal, or it could just be a gross or weird fact)

Probably not what you were going for, but I wish I could forget Veronica Mars so that I could watch it again for the first time.

What's something you'd like to change about the world?

There are a lot of macro level answers (world peace, climate change) but I want to pick something on a more micro level. I would want all library budgets to increase 50 times what they are now. Actually sorry gotta change this. I want the polar bear dogs from The Legend of Korra to be real and that I could have one as a pet.

All right so my questions to ask:

What’s your favorite animated movie or TV show?

What’s your favorite instrumental song?

What’s a song you could listen to for hours on end?

Do you have any tattoos? If yes, what? If no, do you want any?

What’s the first fandom you really interacted with?

What’s the best way to enjoy chocolate?

What’s one skill you don’t currently posses that you wish you did?

If you could spend the day with any celebrity, who would it be?

What’s your favorite kind of sandwich?

If you had to change your name to something, what would it be?

What’s a show you first watched at least ten years ago that you still love today?

Okay so tagging @jakegyllinhaal @wisdomsdauqhter @joanthangroff @adraughtofamortentia @kattahj @thecolorofthegame @illegitimatetenenbaum @whitesunlars @ellcrain @cuppateadeer @puppystiles