#this took a lot longer than i thought it would.........

[manicandobsessive]

You’re my lady, I’m your fool | L.H.

Summary: Logan missed his girl.

Warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff, the man is lovesick, cursing, pet names, SUGGESTIVE, mdni please, reader is shorter than logan, based on a wham song, not really proofread im lazy, kind of rushed ending but its still cute

WC: 1.5k+

I had a vision after listening to this song and I wrote this in approximately 1 hour. I’m a wham girlie.

Home. You. Dinner.

That was the mantra Logan chose to repeat in order to remain sane on his drive home. Pedal to the medal, at least 30 over the speed limit at all times. The truck rumbled and groaned with the weight of years of memories and use under him, but he continued his trek home regardless.

Gonna have to change the fuckin’ oil soon, too. He thought. The mere inconvenience adding to his already ever-present irritation.

Every douchebag in Canada had decided today was the day to test his patience. From his dumbfuck coworkers at the lumber yard to the asshole currently riding his tail. He’d had enough. He wanted to be home with you. His girl. His sweetheart, angel, darling, the list goes on. The thought of you was the one string pulling him back to reality. The tether to his life he cherished with every bone in his aching body. He truly didn’t know where he would be if he didn’t have you.

Probably jail.

But you taught him the beauty of kindness. Yours being a beacon of hope for him when he accidentally spilled beer on you at a dingy bar. He’d been staring at you anyways, but humiliating himself wasn’t on the agenda for the night. Yet you didn’t scoff at him, didn’t look at him sideways, not even a curse under your breath. You didn’t bat a fucking eyelash and without skipping a beat, you asked if he was okay. The first example of many showing your unwavering selflessness. It was admirable, you were the better half of the pair of you- in his opinion. He often found himself frustrated with your lack of regard towards yourself, brushing it off like nothing. He’d tried time and time again to tell you to take care of yourself, not to worry about him. And you always, always told him the same fucking thing:

“Can’t control it, Lo. Just care about you.”

Hugging him tightly around the waist, resting your chin on his pecs and looking up at him with that sweet, sweet smile. Your bright eyes and soft face making him huff as he instinctively moved his own arms to hold you closer to him. He never could find himself angry with you.

He reminisced on those memories often. On top of plenty of other moments with you that brought a pleasant smile to his face.

He had no idea that accident at the bar almost 3 years ago would bring him to this point, but fuck if he isn’t overjoyed that it did.

Love was never on Logan’s radar. Written off as another extra thing he didn’t need to bother with. He was certain that life would never be for someone like him- that he’d never find someone to accept him for what he is. For who he is. And you did without a second thought. You’d blown life right back into him, showing him what real happiness is. He swears that when he met you the sun shone brighter each day. Something you would always roll your eyes at, calling him cheesy. But he wholeheartedly believed it- which is saying a lot coming from a man who no longer believes in much else.

The soft glow of your shared cabin came into view, practically calling to him by name. The visual had already calmed his racing heart, knowing you were waiting for him. Probably in one of his flannels and old socks. Your hair flowing freely and your entire demeanor relaxed. It was his favorite look on you, other than when you were begging for him, caged between his thick arms. An endeavor for later, to say the least.

He slammed the truck door shut, moving with a newfound purpose to the front door. He kicked off his boots, leaving them on the front porch. If you took care of the house, the least he could do was be mindful of it.

And laundry, he knew you fucking hated laundry.

The door swung open. Logan made a silent note in his head to oil the hinges of that thing, the creaking got on his nerves.

He’d heard faint music from outside, the notes only getting louder the closer he got to where he needed to be- near you. He knew you were cooking, he could smell the various seasonings and vegetables. But most of all the music. You always had something playing, but it was only ever this loud and upbeat when you were in the kitchen. He’d found you dancing and singing enough times to know what the deal was.

And tonight was no different.

He knew you loved this song, something your dad had you listen to as a kid. A song you grew up on and still loved to present day. He was never a big fan of 80s pop, but whatever you enjoyed he was right there with you. Bopping his head along or tapping his foot lightly, it always made you giggle.

He leant against the wall, watching as you moved with ease throughout the kitchen. How you weren’t an extraterrestrial being was beyond him. He swore you had a halo sometimes.

The grace of your smile, the lightness in your steps, even your voice as you sung along to the music entranced him. Like a siren call. He made his way into the room, smiling when you weren’t even phased in the slightest at him catching you mid concert.

He was however surprised when you pulled him in by his arms, swinging them back and forth as you laughed. He was so caught up in your smile he didn’t even register you telling him to dance with you. Slowly but surely he gave in, a deep, warm chuckle erupting from his chest as you jumped and sang with the energy of a kid on Christmas morning. Your soft hands and sweet scent making him all the more taken with you, if that was even possible.

He spun you, lifting you off the ground in his arms as you let out a squeal.

“Logan!”

He put you down, not bothering to even try removing his arms from your waist as he looked down at you with the most lovesick expression on Earth. Scratch that, every universe. There wasn’t a single one where he hadn’t been head over heels in love with you.

“Hi baby.” He smirked when your face flushed as it always did when he called you that. He loved seeing it, it gave him butterflies. Even after all this time.

You slowly inched your arms around his neck, entangling your fingers with the hair on the base of his neck. He hummed and buried his face into your own, making you giggle. He pressed feather-light kisses on your neck and jaw before pulling back to look down at you once again.

You sung along to the rest of the song, Logan even joining in for one part:

“You’re my lady, I’m your fool.”

He sang, making you smile as you pecked his lips and he drew you in for a much deeper kiss.

“How was work?” You asked as he rested his forehead against yours. He groaned, not bothering to ruin the moment with the laundry list of complaints he’d had about people.

“Hell.” He simply replied, “Missed ya too much.” He mumbled against your lips, kissing you yet again.

You hummed in contentment against his mouth, pulling him impossibly closer. He was so intoxicating you nearly fell to the floor every time he kissed you. Always making you forget your name with the way his lips and tongue moved against your own.

He slowly walked you backwards, not breaking the kiss as he led you to your bedroom. He’d needed to show you how much he missed you since he left this morning. He was a lovesick fuck, and was damn proud of it.

You obliged without hesitation, allowing him to take control and softly rest you on your back on the bed. He kissed your eyelids, cheeks, nose, forehead. Anywhere that was accessible to him, he worshipped it- worshipped you. Your breath hitched, arching into him. You’d nearly forgotten you were in the middle of cooking when he came home. The realization hitting you in the face as you squirmed.

“Lo, dinner.” You huffed, trying- and failing- to push him away so you could finish cooking. Of course, you couldn’t fight off a man with a metal skeleton, let alone want to. You needed him, desperately. But you also wanted to make sure the house didn’t go up in flames.

“Logan.” You groaned, he growled against your skin. Pinning you down effectively as he continued his trail of kisses down your body.

“Logan Howlett.” You said with all the authority you could muster up in the moment. He stopped, lifting his head from your stomach and looking at you with a raised brow and that stupidly handsome smirk.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I gotta finish dinner.” You tried to look as stern as you could, but the way his rough hands were gently stroking your thighs made it impossible. Not to mention the look on his face. You knew him well enough to recognize it. Whatever he was about to say would solidify the one thing you knew: you weren’t leaving this bed anytime soon.

“I’ll cook. Jus’ lemme have this, sweetheart. I missed ya.”

[harmony-heaven]

I completely agree that Harry is a very powerful wizard. Everyone but Snape seems to agree on that point. However, I feel most of these particular examples are a demonstration of how strong Harry’s bond with his wand is.

He's absolutely devastated when it is broken in DH. More than you'd expect for a 'broken tool'. And the way it fights for him in the Battle of Seven Potters is basically unheard of.

"Harry took it into his hands as though it was a living thing that had suffered a terrible injury."

Harry is so intimately tied to his wand he can cast magic through it at distance and by thought when in duress.

Which is another reason I love that Hermione can canonically use Harry’s wand perfectly. A wand so entwined to Harry. One of the first objects he ever owned and one central to his new status as a magic user. And she can just pick it up and use it without even noticing it's not her own. As he can easily use hers.

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, "Alohamora!"

Ron struggled through PS and CoS with Charlie's old wand. Neville was thought basically a squib coz he used his dad's old wand. Wands dont switch allegiance easy and if they do, the old user would then have issues mastering it again. But Harry and Hermione used each other's wands to cast powerful magic without even seeming to realise they've done so.

The trust they have for the most important magical item in their lives is extended to one another as well. Right from PS, before the troll incident even as Hermione uses Harry’s wand to open Fluffy's door.

And later, Harry casts Lumos using Hermione’s wand while following Snape's patronus, lays the still lit wand down next to the pond and jumps in.

He stepped to the pool's edge and placed Hermione’s wand on the ground, still lit.

He never once complains about it being uncomfortable or hard to use. Whereas he definitely considers how unfamiliar the Snatcher wand Ron provided is.

The new one felt intrusively unfamiliar, like having somebody else's hand sewn to the end of his arm.

... she could take the blackthorn wand if she thought it made no difference, and he would have hers instead.

Harry didn't win the wands allegiance so it doesn't work well for him. But Hermione’s worked perfectly. Never even a hint that it doesn't work well for him. He casts instinctively with it.

I cannot think of anywhere else that people use someone else's wand without at least some struggle against the wands bond to the owner. Except these two. It's as if they both share both wands from the very start.

Sorry that got a lot longer than I intended. Guess I'm not writing any of my fanfic this morning, lol.

Harry can cast spells wandlessly in canon

I'm always going about how Harry's magic is super powerful and works insanely intuitively. How he can sense magic and make spells do whatever he needs them to do at the moment. And I was innocently reading the dementor attack in OotP when I encountered yet another moment of Harry's magic being insane that I haven't brought up before:

A fist made contact with the side of Harry’s head, lifting Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harry’s eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand. “You moron, Dudley!” Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. [...] “DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT! Wand!” Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders. “Where’s — wand — come on — Lumos!” He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search — and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand — the wand tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet, and turned around.

(OotP, Ch1)

Reading this made me so excited becouse:

1. Harry casts Lumos without touching his wand, without any wand movement, nothing. He just says the spell while meaning it and it's enough to light up his wand.

Like, that's an insane feat of magic!

Like, Harry pulls shit like this on the regular and people still say he isn't that powerful. Harry may not be all finesse and elegance when it comes to spellcasting, but he's got the raw talent in spades.

So, in canon, in OotP, Harry lights up his wand without even holding it. Harry, canonicly has a talent for wandless magic if he wants to do something with it.

Hell, earlier when the dementors just arrived Harry thought he was causing the darkness for a moment so he's at least somewhat aware of how his magic works:

For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that he’d been resisting as hard as he could — then his reason caught up with his senses — he didn’t have the power to turn off the stars.

(OotP, Ch1)

Meaning Harry is somewhat aware he can do magic without meaning to and he is actively resisting it in this scene! That's what he is saying.

2. This is a possible interpretation of the first quote, but it's a bit more speculative: Harry might've summoned his wand wandlessly by calling for it.

In the scene, Harry shouts for his wand while scrambling on the ground blind for it. It's unclear how far the wand originally flew, but I think it's possible to read the passage as Harry summoning the wand toward his hand since he finds it right under his fingers even though, he likely felt the ground in that exact spot before, almost as if the wand just appeared there.

Harry calling "wand" working as a summoning charm wouldn't actually be that far off from other magical feats we see from him (I already mentioned this one in the past but I'm not over it):

Dust swirled around Harry like mist, catching the blue gaslight, as Mrs. Black continued to scream. “Mudbloods, filth, stains of dishonor, taint of shame on the house of my fathers—“ “SHUT UP!” Harry bellowed, directing his wand at her, and with a bang and a burst of red sparks, the curtains swung shut again, silencing her

(DH, Ch9)

He cast "shut up" as a spell. No wand movement, no incantation, nothing. And it worked on closing the curtains on Walburga's portrait, something the entire Order of the Phoenix couldn't do magically and struggled with manually! And here, 17-year-old Harry just shuts her up with his will alone basically.

So, yeah, Harry's insanely powerful and he is Voldemort's equal.

[natsredbra]

Velvet & vice

summary: You meet a girl at work. A bit more unconventional than most expect.

warnings: stripper!reader, customer!L, smut at the end, strip clubs obv, strap referred to as cock, alcohol (very benign)

a/n: big things are coming…..i actually loved this idea sm and i wasn’t sure if the person that sent it wanted a whole ass fic but i couldn’t resist the temptation guys. i hope you enjoy this cause there will definitely be a pt2

word count: 3-3.3k

The night was hazy as usual, a steaming dressing room in the backstage with a bunch of dancers getting ready. You yourself stared into a mirror as you applied glitter to your eyelid, a thousand thoughts running through your head. You were fairly new to all this, at least comparing to some of the other girls which sometimes proved to be catty and mean - not all of them though, not even most of them either. And for all it’s worth, you did make a friend! Jackie, was her name. Like you, she was looking for a job as a broke collage student, and she’d been in the game for a bit longer, kind of like your guiding light.

“You okay?” She asked, putting on some hairspray as she realized you were focusing on the mirror for a minute too long. “Did you eat?”

“No no, yeah, I did, I just kind of spaced out…just y’know - when your head does that weird thing and you just think a lot.” You said, tearing your eyes away from the mirror to look at her. She was zipping her light blue skimpy dress over the langerie she wore. Just as the rest of you, she looked gorgeous.

“Yeah babe, it’s called overthinking.” She said in a soothing, slightly sarcastic tone. “C’mon, you’re up next”

Oh shit.

You took one last glance at the mirror, making sure everything was up to par before emerging onto the stage, seeing the crowd awaiting you. It always gave you a rush, to feel so desired to be seen.

Clicking your platforms, you approached the pole, spinning around it while everyone cheered, some of the regulars you recognized chanting your name.

Halfway through the song - The Morning by The Weeknd, amongst the sweaty men you caught sight of a few girls, the tall brunette in the middle shyly eyeing you. It must’ve been her first time, you thought, she placed a few bills on the stage, 20s you presumed.

The little wink you gave her once you finished off sure was noticed, making her breath hitch. Sue you, okay? You barely get any girls here, especially ones this pretty.

The DJ collected all your tips as you got off the stage, passing Jackie who was next. It was now your turn to scower the area and get that money. You deserved it after all, dealing with the Wall Street drunk - type of men all day.

Shooting seductive smiles and making eye contact went a long way, especially when they slipped you extra just for letting a quick touch linger. You may have been relatively new, but you knew how to play them better then most. You knew how to make them feel like you gave them everything, not realizing that they left with nothing.

Waiting for anyone else to apporach again would be fruitless, and honestly by the looks of it unwelcome too. So you decided to have some overdue fun and went over to the booth where the brunette sat, greeting her friends as well.

Sure, they looked like they had money to spend with that Dom Perignon on ice resting on their table, but you were interested in something else, though you would never admit it.

As usual you made a show of your beautiful self, swaying your hips slowly as you made your way over. It was what you did best. The party lights worked in your favor, making you seem like you walked right out of a movie. Or heaven. Finally, you approached the group which consisted of two brunettes, one that was yours, you decided, and a ginger girl with who you assumed was her girlfriend, a beautiful mixed woman sitting next to her.

“Hello girls, anyone looking for a dance tonight?” You asked in a sultry tone, leaning your elbows on the table and making direct eye contact with the forementioned girl. She was illuminating, really, with the dark eyes and hair that draped over her shoulders, standing tall like the world owed her for existing and breathing. Just your type. Only a plus that she was loaded and would likely spend a fortune on you alone.

“C’mon Lot.” The redhead girl whispered to her, kicking her under the table. C’mon Lot, you thought to yourself too.

“Uh- yeah, okay, hell yeah.” The brunette said with determination as she stood up, you hooked your arm with hers as you led her towards the private room.

“I’ve uh- I’ve never been here before.” She said, breaking the silence between you.

“No? You seem like you know your way around.” You replied in a rasping tone, a low grin gracing your face as you pushed the padded red door open.

The girl seemed slightly flushed as she plopped down on the leather couch, looking up at you with her capturing brown eyes.

“What’s your name?” You asked as the song started playing, attempting casual conversation.

“Uh- Lottie.”

“Lottie.” You let the name roll off your tongue along with your hips against hers, your back inches away from her chest.

She couldn’t help but focus her gaze on the globe of your ass, doing her best not to jerk her body upwards as you worked your own. You were ethereal, she thought.

“What about you, what’s your name, angel?” Lottie asked in a hushed tone, her hands shaky as she slipped a bill into your glittery g-string.

“Y/N. I like angel though.” You replied with a small chuckle at the end

“Angel it is.”

It seemed a tad bit intimate, even to you. She wasn’t a pig, no. She would never touch you unless you begged her to, even though her eyes were undressing you on their own.

“So uh- this is what you do or- or you go to school or something?” She stammered, clearly flustered

“Yeah. I go to collage here.” You answered, swaying your hips to the rhythm

“Oh, me too! I haven’t seen you before though.” Lottie urged, subconsciously jerking her body towards yours.

“It’s a big school, honey.” You murmured into her ear, along with a swivel of your waist, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. “How was your day?”

“Uh - oh, uh kinda shitty. Dad’s a dick, so.” She replied. Yes, she stuttered because of you. Maybe it was the way you smelled, looked- or maybe it was the setting.

“M sorry Lot. But I’m sure you feel better now.” You honeyed, making sure to lock your eyes with hers once more.

Turning around to hover over her lap, your perfect looking boobs were right in her face, knocking all air out of her lungs. You moved like water, practiced and teasing, the lacy bra you wore giving away a hue of your pink nipples as you dropped to your knees between her legs.

“Song’s over, baby.” You reminded her with a small smirk.

All she could do was stare down at you with a lustful gaze until she realized the impact of your words, frantically nodding.

“Sorry, yeah, I should get back home anyway.” She stammered, extending a hand to help you get up.

You took it happily, intertwining your fingers with hers as you led her out, Jackie shooting a small smile your way as she prepared for her own client.

Turning to look at the girl beside you once more, her eyes were already tracing your figure.

“Come again, Lottie.” You said huskily, letting go of her.

“Wait- angel!” She yelled out, making you stop in your tracks.

The girl walked up to you again, standing face to face before slipping a - holy shit, 500$ bill into the strap of your bra.

“Make sure to keep track of it.” She whispered into your ear before walking off, back to her friends.

You stood there, stunned. It was good enough that you got a cute, respectful client but apparently she was loaded too? I mean yeah, obviously but- even more than you thought, actually. You definitely hoped she'd visit again.

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Standing out the back with your black coat over your costume, you lit up a cigarette, leaning against the wall while exchanging a tipsy conversation with Jackie, talking smack about some of the clients.

Above you, there was a sign with the club's name reading 'Blacklight', ironically written and glowing in a fiery red.

"So! He pulls out like- a couple hundred and basically demands me to take off my bra! Like dude, you're not seeing my tits for anything under a thousand!" Jackie exclaimed laughing, to which you followed suit. "I did dance for a girl though. Doesn’t happen often."

"Yeah? Did I see her?" You asked, suddenly a bit more interested

"I think she was with that same crew as the hottie you had." Jackie said, narrowing her eyes in curiosity as she took a puff of her pink strawberry vape. "Shauna."

"Oh, cool...this was Lottie." You sassed, raising your brows, "Hottie indeed."

"Hm, okay...oh girl, your shift ended." Jackie asserted, checking her phone for the time

"Fuckin' finally. I'll go get dressed, see you tomorrow." You said in a bit of a rushed tone, stubbing the cigarette with your heel before going back inside.

“See ya.”

You got back to the ready room, greeting another dancer named Jade who was apparently getting ready to leave too. She was one of the nice girls as well, your other friend out here.

"Good game tonight?" She called out, looking up from the bag she was packing.

"Bit better then usual." You said in a flat voice, getting back into your day clothes. And you couldn't bother to take off your makeup - do it at home.

"Oh, great. Need a ride?" She asked, turning to look at you.

"No it's okay, I'll catch a cab. Thanks J." You replied, giving the girl a small smile

You remembered, before putting on your sweater, the generosity that rested in your bra. Pulling the bill out, before folding it you noticed something written on it. A phone number, signed Lottie. You pondered there a little before scrambling the paper along with the rest of your cash. While smiling to yourself just a little. It was like something you could only daydream of.

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Waking up in your apartment at around 3pm, you were groggy and a bit hungover. It had been a couple days since you’d met Lottie and since then, you weren’t able to stop thinking about her. Sure, you’d gotten phone numbers before but it was from creepy, middle aged guys promising to take you to a very good party to someone’s yacht. Hard pass.

Finally you collected your thoughts and got out of bed heading to the bathroom to take your hair rollers out, and maybe reflect on your thoughts. You were scheduled fairly late tonight, which already made you internally groan - still, it was better then working Mondays.

Now you did externally groan when you realized you were out of coffee, at the worst possible moment too. Okay, maybe not the worst- but still, you liked the dramatics.

This might actually be good, it made you get out of the house and walk all the way over to your local coffee shop. You’d been so slammed with school, you barely got out if it wasn’t for work, so you needed the fresh air and a small break.

Finally as you got there, placing your order and sitting at one of the tables. The familiar dim glow of the cafe washed over you as you made a mental note of the songs you’d want to play tonight, as well as planning to work the main floor. Your thoughts still lingered, on Lottie, that is. As tempting as it was, you weren’t gonna-

Okay, you pulled out the bill with her number, eyeing it for a moment before realizing how ridiculous it must’ve looked, staring at 500 bucks, so you quickly typed the number in.

Sure you’d always been told not to fuck around with anyone you meet at work, but this was definitely not the kind of person Jackie and Jade referred to, and anyway, you’re young! What’s a little-

“Hello?”

The voice called out, unmistakably Lottie. For a moment you were frozen in place, unsure of what to say. But you needed to say something.

“Hey. It’s Y/N, from the other night, I’m not sure if you remember.” You finally spoke.

“Oh…right, I wasn’t sure if you’d call.”

“Well, here I am. Calling.”

“Hm, calling…why?”

“I uh- I wanted to see if you planned on coming by again. Don’t get that many nice customers that tip well too.” You said in a low, teasing tone, practically hearing her smirk over the phone.

“Right. I mean, I might. Think you’ll make it worth my while?” She tried to appear smooth, but there was a noticeable tremble to her voice

“Of course I will.”

“Then I’ll see you, angel.” She sounded almost giddy

Maybe this whole thing was better than you expected it to be.

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The night in the club was as usual, teetering on the edge of being kind of fun and absolutely exhausting. It was a late Saturday night, the busiest time of the whole week, with only a few dancers available, just your luck.

At least the tips would be through the roof. Judging by the looks of it, some of these men could take care of your entire rent in just one night. Oh but how you had to work for it.

Lucky you however, you’d just finished your dance into a split when you spotted her. Standing confident as ever, in the front of the audience, Lottie.

Shooting you a sly grin, she walked away from the stage, blending into the deep sea of people in front of you. Quickly collecting all your money, you returned to the dressing room. Your mind went a thousand miles an hour, jumping at every thought and possibility. Really, you weren’t expecting her to return, or maybe you just didn’t wanna get your hopes up. Still you were surprised.

Returning back to the main floor, you spotted her sat at the bar. This time, she was alone, all yours.

“Hey, angel.” Lottie said as she saw you approaching, taking a sip of what you assumed was a cosmo.

“Hi, Lot. Nice to finally see you.” You replied with a bit of a teasing tone.

“Yeah uh- I wasn’t sure if I overstepped the other night. I know you must get creeps like that all the time.” She apologized, the slight grimace on her face softening once she saw your small smile.

As tough as she looked, she was a sweetheart really.

“Are you calling me angel to be cute, or did you forget my name?” You asked, sitting next to her.

“No! No, I remember your name, Y/N, right?” She scurried, obviously not realizing you were joking. But a nervous chuckle did leave her when she did. “You said you liked angel.”

“I did, yeah.”

“Anything for you?” The bartender, and your good friend and coworker asked you.

“I’ll have a martini. Extra dirty.” You said huskily before looking back at Lottie, all the sparkles on your eyes beaming at her. There was a clear implication to your words, one even she could pick up on. It was also a small joke.

“Hard to imagine you with a dirty martini dressed in that.” Lottie teased.

And yes, she was right. Tonight, you wore a very cliché pink babydoll that barely covered you up. In fact, if you walked outside in it you’d likely be arrested for public indecency. The type of outfit you’d imagine with a piña colada, maybe.

“I’m more than meets the eye, Lot. So, I’m assuming you were looking for a dance tonight?” You marveled sarcastically, earning a soft giggle from the girl.

“Actually, no. I- I wanted to see you.” She said, sipping her pink drink yet again.

“Well aren’t you sweet.” You honeyed, nipping at your own cocktail. “Didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“Of course I would.”

“Then why come only after I called you?”

“I told you, I was worried I freaked you out or something…I’m really glad you called though.” Lottie asserted, physically restraining her eyes from raking all over your exposed, stunning form.

“Well I am too. You look nice tonight.” You said in a sweet tone. And you weren’t lying either.

Her makeup was pretty minimal, but she had put on a black, semi-tight dress that reached her mid thigh, showing off just enough cleavage to make you want more. It was as if you had a corny high school crush on the girl you met a few days ago, and judging by the way she acted, neither of you were opposed to it.

“I’m gonna ask you something, and you’re more than welcome to say no.” She said in a more serious manner

Fuck.

“Okay…”

“Would you like to…check out my place tonight?”

Bingo.

To understand you, you’d have to understand that you thought life was all about exciting, new experiences. Going home with a beautiful stranger being one of them. Maybe you didn’t know her last name, but you sure as hell were gonna find out the color of her underwear.

“…Sure.”

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The ride to her house completely went in and over your head as you stood by the front door, seeing her fumble with the keys while you traced her neck with slow, teasing kisses, pulling her back against your front.

Finally she swung the door open, shutting it behind you before picking you up with ease.

You crashed your lips against hers, securing your legs around her waist as she stumbled across the hall, carrying you to what you assumed was her bedroom.

She was strong, stronger than she looked, and was definitely playing into it when she tossed you onto the bed. Hovering over you, she pushed your shirt upwards while leaving a trail of kisses and spit on your jaw.

Her thigh found its way between yours, making you jolt your hips upwards, a movement she relished.

“You’re such a responsive girl, aren’t you?” Lottie called out above you, dragging the thigh up and down your center.

Earning a nod from you she continued her ministrations as she threw your top somewhere across the room. It felt like a fever dream, hooking up in a million dollar house with a girl who is just about your age. No time to be bitter about money though, not when her mouth is eagerly exploring every inch of your skin.

"Lottie please-" You coaxed out as she traced the waistband of your pants.

"Please what? Talk to me, angel." Lottie whispered, although she was already undoing your zipper.

"Please, just fuck me, take me." You stuttered.

Seconds after her soft hands traveled over your plushy, bare thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Leaning in the taller girl kissed and nipped your tummy on her way down. Her touches were hurried and desperate, earning soft whines from you the more they went on. Finally facing your heat and seeing the wet patch on your panties, Lottie sucked in a sharp breath before hooking a finger into your underwear and moving it to the side. The first dip of her tongue into your folds was unmatched, at first slow and unsure. She was trying to figure you out, to see what movements make your breath hitch and your back arch.

Soon enough she found that one spongey spot, the friction on it making you mewl under her. Discarding your panties quickly, she pulled you further into her, throwing your legs over her shoulders and eating you as if you were her last fucking meal. Latching her lips onto your clit, her digits flew to your leaky hole, begging for entrance which you happily granted.

She moved inside you with practice and ease, hitting your g-spot over and over and over.

“Lottie - fuck, I’m gonna come.” You whimpered, not quite expecting her next course of action.

She pulled out, releasing your bud with a wet pop. The grin on her face grew when she saw your expression, needy and unsatisfied.

“I think you’re about ready for my cock, angel.” She said - it was her turn to be a tease.

Going back up, she pressed a searing kiss to your lips. It was quick and wet, just like your oh almost reached orgasm.

Soon enough she strapped up, hovering over you as the tip poked at your entrance. Jolting your hips, you tried to lure her in, at this point becoming completely mindless and putty in her hands.

Getting the signal, she finally slid into you, nice and easy. Watching your blissed out face made her own contort in pleasure, as if she could feel just what she was doing to you. Her hips moved slowly and deliberately, getting you used to the wonderful stretch she provided. Throwing your head back in a silent scream, Lottie picked up her pace, gripping your hips to keep you steady.

Jesus Christ, whoever said strippers fuck best was right. She took note of you under her, fucking back onto the length as if your life depended on it, letting out sweet, filthy pleas just for her.

Crouching down to kiss you, she whispered against your lips. “You look so fucking good baby. So beautiful.”

Her words only urged you on, making you let out desperate cries as the tip of the toy kissed your cervix simultaneously.

“Lottie I’m so close.” You warned again, though this time, it was encouraged.

“Come for me angel, go on.” Lottie whispered into your ear, her words finally pushing you over the edge and making you gush on her cock.

“God, you’re good.” She said, pulling out of you and collapsing next to your tired form.

Your chest heaved with the intensity of the encounter. Turning your head to look at her, you were met with a soft gaze and a smile. You had a hankering this would not be the last time you experience this girl.

[asterafroditis]

𐔌 . ⋮ felled by fear.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Malleus Draconia x gn! reader

𓏵 734 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, angst, hurt/comfort

I missed posting angst aqqq (｡>_<｡) feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

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You weren’t afraid of Malleus Draconia. Not at first.

For as long as you’d known him, he had been gentle—kind, even, in his own distant way. He spoke to you when others fled. He found your presence amusing, interesting, even welcomed. He had never given you a reason to fear him.

Until he did.

It wasn’t directed at you. It wasn’t because of you. But it didn’t matter. The raw, overwhelming power that crackled through the air that night, the sheer force of his rage—it left an imprint on your bones, an instinctual terror you couldn’t shake.

Malleus hadn’t even noticed at first. He had dealt with whatever had offended him, turned to you with the same calm expression he always wore, and spoken your name like nothing had changed.

But something had.

You flinched.

It was slight—barely there—but he caught it. The way your shoulders tensed. The way your breath hitched. The way you hesitated before meeting his gaze.

You had never done that before.

He didn’t say anything. Not then. He only walked you back to your dorm, the silence stretching longer than usual. And in the following days, he observed.

You still greeted him, still smiled, still treated him with the same kindness as always—but there was something different now. A hesitation in your movements. A fraction of a second where you measured your words before speaking. A subtle shift in your posture whenever his magic so much as flickered in the air.

You were afraid.

And Malleus didn’t know how to fix it.

It came to a head one evening, under the familiar comfort of the night sky. He had invited you for a walk—as he often did—but tonight, you were quieter than usual. He watched you, the soft glow of fireflies reflecting in his somber green eyes, and finally, he asked,

“Do you truly fear me now?”

You froze. His voice wasn’t accusing, nor was it sad. It was simply… searching. As if he wanted to understand.

You hesitated, your fingers curling into your sleeves. The answer should have been simple. No, of course not. He was your friend. He had never harmed you. But the words stuck in your throat.

Malleus sighed, looking away. “I see.”

He didn’t. Not really. He had been feared all his life—by strangers, by students, by those who had never even spoken to him. But you had been different. You had never once recoiled at the sound of his name. You had never whispered behind his back or cowered when he entered a room.

And yet, here you were now, struggling to reassure him.

“I don’t—” You stopped, inhaling sharply. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

Malleus tilted his head, listening.

“But that doesn’t mean I didn’t…” You swallowed. “That night. It was a lot. And I didn’t realize how powerful you were until I saw it firsthand.”

He was silent for a long moment before he let out a quiet hum. “So now you look at me differently.”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but that would be a lie. Because you did.

Malleus didn’t say anything else. He only turned his gaze back to the stars, his expression unreadable. He had always been feared. He had thought himself used to it. But somehow, from you, it hurt.

You bit your lip. Your first instinct was to comfort him—to tell him that everything was fine, that things would go back to how they were. But fear wasn’t something you could just switch off. And knowing Malleus, he would never force you to.

So instead, you took a step closer.

Malleus blinked, glancing at you.

Another step. Then another. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached out, hesitantly brushing your fingers against his sleeve. A small touch. A quiet reassurance.

“I’m still here, Malleus,” you murmured. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes widened slightly, something unreadable flickering across his face. Then, slowly, he closed his eyes and exhaled.

“…That is enough,” he murmured. And this time, when he looked at you, there was the faintest trace of a smile.

Not everything was fixed in a single night. But you were still here. And for Malleus, that was what he needed.

[e-dubbc11]

You Don’t Know Me

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Billy’s abandonment, fluff, smooches

Word Count: 2.5K-ish

Summary: You and Billy are childhood friends, grew up together in the group home until he joined the Marines. After you lost touch, you see him years later but he didn’t see you…or so you thought.

A/N: I found the prompts from @prompts-in-a-barrel “You don’t know me. I’m not the same person anymore.” “That’s ok. I’ll get to know you again.”

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

There he was, right in front of you getting coffee.

Dressed in a designer suit and no longer wearing those old second hand t-shirts and sneakers with holes in them, you recognized his onyx colored eyes and that million-dollar smile anywhere.

It had been so long since you had seen him last, the cutest boy in the group home or more accurately the cutest boy you had ever seen had finally returned home safely from his deployments with the Marines and from the look of things, he looked like he was doing well.

It brought back the memory of when you first met.

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Your first night in the Ray of Hope group home was absolutely terrifying. Not only were you trying to physically recover from the car accident, you also were still trying to wrap your head around your parents being gone.

All of six years old, you were alone in a strange place with a broken arm when a cute older boy approached you as you sat on your bed, tightly clutching the stuffed frog your mother had given you. He flashed you a kind smile, looked down at the frog in your arms and asked “Can I sign your cast…Lily Pad?” Wiping the tears out of your eyes, you nodded, and he wrote his name in black marker across the top…Billy Russo.

Billy Russo was two years older than you and the first friend you made when you arrived. He showed you around, pointed out the drawer in the kitchen where the cook kept her candy stash, and asked if you wanted to sit with him at breakfast the next morning which made you smile.

You accepted his invitation and became fast friends. Billy let you follow him around whenever you wanted. You only did it when you were feeling extra lonely or extra sad and that’s when he would take the time to play board games with you or teach you how to play cards to distract you. He was like the big brother you never had but always wanted.

As long as Billy was nearby, your days were just a little bit easier.

As you got older, he protected you from bullies and from the girls who wanted Billy to be their boyfriend but he had no interest in. They were always harassing and teasing you but if Billy found out about it, no matter who it was, they would get a serious talking to.

If he looked at you with his jaw clenched and hell burning behind those doll-like eyes, your best option would be to run like hell. Billy fiercely protected you from anyone he deemed a threat and when he was 11 and you were 9, your only wish was that you could have protected him from his bully the same way he protected you from yours.

Seeing that cast on his arm reminded you of how kind he was to you when your arm was broken and you were the only one who he wanted to sign his cast.

Billy stayed in his room a lot after that happened. He read books, took naps, and sometimes you would catch him just staring at the ceiling. He was angry, ashamed, and said he never wanted to feel that way again so he was going to join the Marines as soon as he was old enough.

You would get little rewards for doing chores around the group home, every kid did, like a small cheap toy or a super bouncy ball…stuff like that. After Billy’s “accident,” you were putting dishes away and after you were done, it was time to pick your prize.

Digging through the large bucket of small toys, you found the only green toy soldier in the entire bucket. Holding it in between your fingers, you looked down at it and your lips curled into a wide smile because you knew who you wanted to give it to.

As he slept, you tiptoed into Billy’s room and left the toy soldier on the edge of his desk, on top of his books. He definitely couldn’t miss it.

Later on at dinner, Billy sat down next to you.

“Did you leave this for me, y/n?” Asked Billy, as he unfolded his hand, revealing the little green soldier inside.

With a mouthful of meatloaf, you nodded and gave him a closed mouth smile.

“Mmmm hmmm.” You replied.

After you swallowed your food, you added, “It’s not much but I thought you might like it. Maybe you can bring it with you when you go to the Marines.”

The only other person that had been allowed this close to Billy was his mother and she had only thought of what was best for herself. She never put him first or thought of him at all, really. You had the chance to pick out a little toy for yourself and instead chose to get a gift for someone else. A completely selfless act and all because you thought Billy might like it.

And he did. No one had ever done anything like that for him before.

“Thank you, Lily Pad.” He said with a warm smile and a quick hug.

You loved Billy’s nickname for you. And ever since that first night, you were “Lily Pad” to him and no one else was allowed to call you that either which made you feel special.

The two of you were hardly ever apart after that day…until the day he left.

As soon as he turned 18, Billy enlisted just like he said he would and you had to come to the realization that you were going to be alone at Ray of Hope until it was your turn to leave.

The thought of waking up every day and Billy not being there, shattered your heart and it felt like there was no way you would ever feel whole until you could see him again.

The cutest, sweetest boy you had ever met was leaving for who knows how long and it may be the last time you ever see him.

Watching Billy pack the few possessions he had, you felt a growing tightness in your chest like your heart was in a vice, being squeezed until you couldn’t breathe anymore. But you didn’t want him to see you cry like he had when you met. You couldn’t let the last time he would lay eyes on you be exactly like the first time so you tried your hardest to not let those tears fall.

He tried to make the situation a little less tense.

“You gonna miss me, Lily Pad?” He asked with that million-dollar smile and a wink.

With your arms folded protectively across your chest and leaning against the doorframe, you replied, shaking your head, “No…eh, well maybe a little.”

You cracked a smile.

Billy stopped packing and slowly walked over to you. He was wearing an old gray t-shirt and jeans and not until now, had you realized how incredibly handsome Billy was growing up to be. He had always been just the cute, nice big brother you had grown up with and now he was leaving and you didn’t want him to.

“Just a little?” Asked Billy. His voice was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Choking on your words, you replied, “Well…maybe more than a little.”

Billy propped himself up on his elbow, against the doorway as he gazed down at you. His eyes, like two pools of dark chocolate, were also smiling. You were trying to take in as much of him as possible, the way he looked, the way he smelled, and the way his voice sounded. You didn’t want to forget anything about him.

“I thought that might be the answer.” Said Billy with a slight chuckle. “I gotta go soon soooo gimme a hug, ok?”

As you wrapped your arms around his slender torso, you could hear his heart beating rapidly against his chest. It thumped loudly against your ear while you shut your eyes and remembered all the good times you had with him, making the best of both of your situations, and being the one person you could count on for anything you needed inside this awful place.

Your body started to shake uncontrollably because not only is he leaving but he’s leaving to go to war and he could get hurt or even be killed. You decided you wanted one last thing from him before he left, possibly for good.

With your head resting against his chest, you asked, “Billy? Will you do one last thing for me before you go?”

His long fingers danced up and down your spine as he replied, “Sure, y/n. What do ya need?”

Nervously, you asked him, “I-I’ve never b-been kissed before so I-I was w-wondering i-if you would…be m-my first?”

Billy was taken aback at first.

The two of you were best friends, never anything more and he always looked at you the same way you looked at him, like a sibling, like family, but in that moment the look in his eyes showed you something different like he knew this could be the last time you would ever see each other.

Unsteady on your feet, you felt your knees shaking, your heart racing and a rush of warmth across your face as Billy tilted your chin up so you were looking up into his endless brown eyes that were the color of freshly turned soil.

He inched closer to your face until you both were sharing the same air. He smelled clean like soap and sweet like candy as he cupped your cheeks and delicately pressed his lips to yours.

It was even better than you thought it would be as his mouth slanted over yours and your fingers slid through his raven colored hair. His tongue slipped into your mouth to tangle with yours as butterflies danced inside your stomach.

Clearly, he had done this before but that didn’t matter. He was kissing you now and you were loving every second of it.

As you gasped against his mouth, he asked, “Is this what you had in mind, y/n?” Before kissing you again.

“Y-yes, Billy.” You replied, breathlessly.

“You gonna miss me, NOW?” Asked Billy as a slight smirk stretched across his lips.

You pulled away slightly so you could look into his eyes again and nodded. Your eyes shined with unshed tears as you snaked your arms around Billy’s neck, pulled him in close and gently touched your forehead to his.

In barely more than a whisper, you replied, “So much. You’re my best friend, Billy.”

Billy reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and then opened his hand. It was the little toy soldier that you had given him when you were children.

“And you’re mine, my little Lily Pad.” He said. “I’ll write to you and I will be back, I promise.”

Before you could answer, a voice shouted from down the hallway, “Time to go, Russo!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Billy.” You said, as your tears started to streak down your cheeks.

He tossed his bag over his shoulder, put the toy soldier back in his pocket, and retorted, “Who says I ain’t keepin’ ‘em?”

Billy winked, kissed you on the forehead, and started to walk down the hallway. He turned around to look at you one last time, you waved, and that was the last time you saw him…until today.

He wrote letters which you had saved. You saved them all but after he was deployed overseas, the letters came less frequent and eventually they stopped coming at all. You told yourself it was war time and he must have had way more important things to worry about than sending letters to you but it didn’t make you miss him any less.

After the barista handed him his coffee, Billy turned and headed for the door. You tried to speak and talk over the heads in front of you but your voice got caught in your throat and there was no sound.

He was gone and out of your life once again.

After grabbing your coffee, you walked out of the busy coffee shop, took a sip, and spaced out a little as you started to walk down the street.

A familiar silvery voice stopped you dead in your tracks and in the middle of a crowded city sidewalk.

“Lily Pad?” Asked Billy.

You didn’t imagine it. It was actually him.

He was still the cutest boy you had ever seen, except now he was more mature, handsome, and grown up.

The crowd outside the coffee shop seemed to disperse all at once, allowing you and Billy to walk toward one another without walking into a sea of people.

“Billy?” You answered.

He just smiled and pulled you in close for a hug.

You sat outside of that coffee shop for hours, telling each other all about your lives after the Ray of Hope group home.

Not wanting it to end, you hung on his every word as he relayed stories about his trips overseas, his fellow Marines, and what he was doing now.

Billy was the CEO of his company, Anvil and you couldn’t be prouder of him. He finally had everything he had ever wanted.

“Well, you must be VERY late for work, y/n. I’m sorry.” Said Billy.

You shrugged and replied, “I texted my boss a little while ago and told him I wasn’t gonna make it today.”

“You little sneak.” Billy said with a chuckle.

With a hitch in your voice, you finally worked up the courage to ask him, “So, what happened, Billy? One minute I’m getting letters every week, then it’s every other week, and then once a month. Finally, I just gave up hope and stopped waiting. I knew you weren’t dead because I would have been contacted. Was it something I said in one of my letters? Am I a bad kisser? I deserve to know.”

Billy looked down at the two coffee cups that were now empty and replied, “No, it’s nothing like that. It has nothing to do with you. And actually, you’re a great kisser.”

You weren’t sure if you believed him and had no doubt in your mind that Billy had been through and seen a lot from his time in the service.

“Then tell me, Billy, please.” You pleaded. “Who understands you better than I do?”

Billy’s eyes darkened, his nostrils flared, and through clenched teeth, he replied, “You don’t know me. I’m not the same person anymore.”

He was different but not necessarily different in a bad way. Of course you knew that war changed people. How could it not? But deep down, you knew the man in front of you was still the same young boy from all those years ago.

The sweet boy who befriended you right after you lost your parents, the boy who taught you how to play cards, who let you tag along when you felt extra lonely, who made it his mission to fiercely protect you from bullies, old and young, and the only boy…you have ever been in love with.

You knew he was still in there, he was still your best friend, and you didn’t want to give up on him.

Very softly, you just smiled, gently touched his hand and replied, “That’s ok. I’ll get to know you again.”

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[darlingsfandom]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Joe Keery x reader where he asks reader to move in with him and it's domestic fluffy then some time later he does a cute proposal 🩷

fluff✨

not proofread.

After a year and a half of dating Joe couldn’t hold back on asking you to move in with him. He loved being around you and needed you more than just on date nights. You had spent the last three months spending the nights at his place or he’d find himself falling asleep at your place that in the end all he could think of was calling it “our place”.

He waited until the weekend was almost over to say anything. He was busy admiring how you were curled up into his side , eyes glued to the tv watching the movie that he had suggested, your head on his chest, breathing quietly and looking so peaceful. Joe finally asked you to move in as the movie wrapped up and at first you thought you heard him wrong which is why his nervous system went into overdrive when you didn’t answer.

Your eyes went wide when you processed what he had asked you correctly. This felt like a dream because you had been wanting to ask him the same thing but you didn’t want to ruin what was already a good thing. Joe asked you again to make sure that you were okay with the idea and wanted you to be comfortable. You’d be nuts not to say yes so when you did finally get the words out he smiled at yo before smothering you with kisses that made you giggle.

The day had finally come when all the boxes were packed and the place you had called home for the last four years became empty. Joe had helped you pack and get your stuff moved into his place but he could tell you were feeling sentimental so he gave you a moment alone to take it all in like you were in a sitcom saying goodbye. The two of you had made memories there too and it was always going to hold a place in your heart but it was time to start the next chapter with Joe in your life.

The first night officially came that the two of you were in moved in together and some anxiety swirled around in you but you knew it would eventually pass. The time flew by and the two of you found yourselves decorating for different holidays and little gatherings with your friends and family. It was a dream come true not only to find the love of your life (even in the public eye), but to build a life together.

After six months of living together Joe had told you to dress nice in the night that marked the anniversary of the six months which seemed a little odd because as much as he loved you dressed up, you knew he liked your relaxed look a lot more but you did as he had asked. He took to your favorite restaurant first and the two of you shared a lovely steak dinner before he brought you back home. When you walked in the door the lights turned on and all of your friends and family jumped out making you giggle nervously before you looked at Joe who was no longer standing beside you. Joe was down on one knee with a little box in his hand and a giant smile on his face. The room was silent as he popped the question. Tears ran down your cheeks as you nodded quickly. You wanted to say yes but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth fast enough. As he slid the ring on your finger the words finally did slip out and he couldn’t help but laugh as he hugged you and pecked your lips while everyone else in the room clapped. Joe was the knight in shining armor that saved you in more ways than one .

[remae-freyae]

A Villain’s Kindness

You had done the impossible before—fought for kids the world had long forgotten, convinced stubborn officials to make exceptions, and made miracles happen where there were none. But this? This was a new level of ridiculous. Finding The ShadowBlade was no easy feat. The notorious criminal mastermind was more of a phantom than a man, slipping through the cracks of law enforcement like smoke. But when ten-year-old Ava—frail, bright-eyed, and hooked up to more machines than any child should be—whispered her dying wish to meet him, you knew you’d move mountains to make it happen. It had taken weeks of digging, calling in favors you didn’t have, and pushing through doors that should have remained shut. And now, finally, you were staring at a scrawled phone number on a napkin, the ink threatening to smudge from the sweat on your fingertips. You dialed. A deep voice answered, laced with irritation. “Who is this?” You took a breath. “My name is—” “Don’t care. How did you get this number?” “I need to talk to you,” you pushed on. “It’s important.”

“I doubt that.” “It’s for a child," she said quickly. A pause. Not long, but long enough for you to press on. “She’s sick,” you said, voice softer. “She doesn’t have much time, and her last wish is to meet you.” Another pause. Then, “...If this is some ploy to get me caught—” “It’s not for me,” you interrupted. “Not for anyone else. It’s for her. A ten-year-old girl who sees something in you the rest of the world doesn’t.” A slow exhale. He was considering it. “Please,” you added. “You can say no, but you’d be breaking a dying kid’s heart. And for what? Because you want to keep up an image?” Silence stretched between you, tense and uncertain. Then, begrudgingly, “Fine.”

---

The Hospital Visit

When Lucian Graves—The ShadowBlade—arrived at the hospital, you expected chaos. Panic. Fear. Instead, the people who were there stared. Not in horror, not in disgust, but in something softer. Warmer. Recognition. Most of the children in this ward were orphans, kids abandoned by the system and left to fend for themselves. The fact that someone—anyone—had shown up for one of them was rare. The fact that it was him? It was unheard of. You met him in the hallway, arms crossed as you took him in. Dark clothing, sharp eyes, presence imposing yet… not unwelcome. “You actually came,” you murmured. His gaze flickered over you. “I said I would.” “Well, I had to bribe, threaten, and beg a lot of people to get this visit cleared, so I appreciate the follow-through." she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. He huffed, something close to amusement, and followed you down the hall. Ava was waiting in her bed, small fingers twitching in excitement. When she saw him, her entire face lit up. “Oh my gosh!” she gasped, eyes wide. “You’re really here!” Lucian hesitated, clearly unsure how to react to such genuine joy directed at him. “Yeah, kid,” he said finally, stepping closer. “I’m here.” She beamed, practically vibrating despite her weak body. “I knew you weren’t as bad as they say! You’re too cool for that.” Lucian blinked, clearly thrown. You suppressed a smile. “She’s been telling everyone for weeks that you’re just misunderstood.” His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in it. “That so?” Ava nodded vigorously, launching into a breathless list of why she thought he was the best villain—his escape skills, his intelligence, his dramatic speeches. He listened, nodding along, clearly overwhelmed but not shutting her down. Something in him shifted as she spoke, as he took in the warmth of the room—the awe, the admiration, the sheer happiness he had brought just by showing up. He was confused by it. Confused, but… delighted? By the time she needed to rest, he was seated beside her bed, his usual sharp edges softened. He leaned back, exhaling slowly as you watched him. “You don’t have to stay much longer,” you told him. He glanced at you, something considering in his gaze. Then, after a beat, he said, “I don’t mind.” You tilted your head. “You’re not as heartless as the world thinks you are, are you?” He scoffed, but the usual bite wasn’t there. “Don’t start.” You smirked. “Yes, sir.” A flicker of something crossed his face. He studied you, then exhaled. “Lucian.” You blinked. He looked away, jaw tensing. “My name is Lucian.” Something warm settled in your chest. “Nice to meet you, Lucian.”

[darth-sonny]

Ooh and maybe Prime Leo 22. (Forced to Watch), I'm not sure if young Leo or Kirby era is better though...

ANGST PROMPT #22: FORCED TO WATCH

Make sure to vote for the Prime Leo AU | @tmntstorycomp

The planet wasn't very remarkable.

It is called Ulixes, and that was all they knew about it. Baba said that any information about it wasn't too important.

"Why?"

Baba smiled at that. A "surprise", They answered.

Right now, they were just staring. Ulixes looked less like a planet and more like... a mothership. They're familiar with planetary-like ships – the Technodrome was one, too – but something they learned is that planet ships is that they had to be in the same shape as actual planets.

This planet ship, however, was in the shape of an upside-down cone...

"Their mothership is weird," they say. "It's not in the shape of a planet... that could be bad in the long run..."

Baba placed a clawed hand on their head.

Ĝ̵͙̞̲̆͆͘o̵̢͎̥̼̊ő̴̟̹̎̋̚͠ͅd̵̝͂͊ ̴̻̅j̴̨̃͒̾͜o̴̡͌̈́̆̒̈b̴̫̞̥̅̽̃! They say, demonic mask off and smile on.

It was enough to get their to begin to wag.

D̸̞̣͑̆o̶͕̿̓͑̈́̾ ̷̧̪͍̋y̶̝̮̅͝ő̷̤͛ù̵͈͖̖̥͂̿͗̚ ̴̫͖̲̆̔̒̈́w̷̟̱̯̞̐͊͋̓a̸̩̿n̸͙͂́̊̾̌t̷͆̉̍̕͜͝ ̶̬͙͓̻͇̀̆̿ț̴͔̓͊̾ͅo̶̖̗̫̜̥͒̅͌͝ ̶̨̏l̵̥͙͙̿̈́̾͝ĕ̵̦̉̒͘̚à̸̳̈́ȑ̴͇̯̤̆͘ṉ̴̟̰͙́̀̀ ̶̧̙̬̩͒͜͝m̴̱̀ǒ̸̥̉ṛ̶̰̻̥̫̿̈̏̔͠e̸̯̾̌̃̃͠ ̸͙̪̼̠͑â̵̙͚͈͑̄͝b̸̘̟̝̫̑̔̕o̴͇̱̹̓̈́̃ͅù̶̦̖̬̭̂͒͠t̷̛͍͊̋.̵̯̘̋̌.̴̺̫̰̜̈́̈́͝.̸̢͚̄̒ ̸͚̈́ṯ̸͎͔̱̍ͅh̸͈͕̭́͗é̴̲m̵̨͎̼̳͍͐̏̏͐?

They nodded.

Baba smiled again.

"This is Uixes," Baba begins, Their voice was different now... it happened sometimes, Their voice changing from what it always was to... this.

"This is the planetary mothership of the Triceratons," They continue. "They were the very first beings We came across during Our travels alone."

"Prideful. They had a warrior's mentality. Giant, too. Our throne is the skull of one, you know." A bitter smile grew on Baba's face. "They enslaved Us, saw Us as nothing more than a being to be experimented on, something with no sentience or consciousness... and they were right! If for a bit.

"Back then, We truly were nothing more than just a simple creature, wandering between stars and galaxies, with not a care in sight. Sometimes, We wonder what We would've been like had the Triceratons not found Us..."

Baba scoffed.

"Thinking about it, however, sends Us into a state of... rage, as one would call it. Just a simple creature, with no more consciousness than that of an animal... that would be an injustice of an indescribable magnitude. Our captors had it all, so couldn’t We?

"So for millenia, We watched them. Their ways, their manners, everything that made them who they were.

"There was something that defined them, what drove them to do what they did – it was a phrase, just some words that meant nothing to Us then, but everything to them: strength always prevails."

"What happened to them."

Baba's smile was much more genuine.

And... scary...

"Oh, they're gone now. Just a few left. All of them were too frightened to leave their ship after We... thanked them for their generous hospitality." They sigh. "But, here we are. Truly, if it weren't for them, We wouldn't be who We are. The Triceratons truly were a race of prevailing strength."

They blink in confusion.

"Were?"

Baba smiled one last time, before their mask hid Their face again.

W̵̧̦̱͍̏͂ẹ̵̤̳̹̩̐r̸̨͈̙̼͑ė̴͓̻̠̋͘͝͠.

A snap of their fingers, and everything turned red.

They watched, eyes wide, as the mothership quickly began to disintegrate. They felt Baba place a hand at the back of their neck...

Screams erupted from everywhere.

Screams of horror, terror, pain, rage...

They were loud. Too loud. So very, very loud...

"We escaped their enslavement, little one," they heard Baba's voice say. "We made sure to pay our thanks in full and that their slaughter was as quickly as it was merciless."

The screaming got louder and louder...

"When the time comes, We hope that when We give the order, you will commit to it the same way We did..."

Flashes of blood, viscera, bones, and flayed skin filled their head...

They could smell the corpses, the rot, the stench of vomit, and spilled blood...

"But those times are still so far way, and you are still so very young..."

"You're sick. What happened?"

Kirby looks at daddy, brown eyes filled with worry.

"I don't know..." they sniffle out.

Daddy just bites his lip, almost looking like he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

Instead, he picked Kirby up, held them close, and began to rock back and forth.

"Alright," Leo mumbled as Kirby fell asleep. "Just for now, I'll let it slide."

[gemisbored]

a whole swarm of Hornets!

I've been working on this bit-by-bit over the course of several days. hope everyone likes their Hornets!

@raddest-laddest @featherlouise @dooblebugss @a-sociopath-do-your-research @cheese-grater-terminator @malk-with-tea @dairyfreenugget @abugshapedeldritchbeing @conconpasta @xylo-art @ostebee @linnyaaaa @tenyardstowitchyard @ruthlesslistener @doodledrawsthings @rainechiime @ridleymb @foileadeux @thehappiestgolucky

[cupid-tune]

Late night stroll!

[deoidesign]

Ray of sunshine

(pre-launch page for their comic)

[expelliarmus]

[starrilly]

Abracadabra!

I was going for a vintage poster styled piece of Zatanna (DC). Inspired by Lady Gaga's new song Abracadabra! this is was literally the first thing i thought of when I heard it.

[raptor1312]

Spoiler alert for Cookie Run Kingdom!!

"I’VE PLAYED SHADOW MILK COOKIE’S GAMES BEFORE!!"

"I SAID, I’VE PLAYED SHADOW MILK COOKIE’S GAMES BEFORE!!!!!"

[pingucantswim]

happy day and night dtuesday from the scriptwriters

[radio-zephyr]

mcmapicc for our diva

who is this DIVA ❤️

(Everyone go vote for Prince Zam in @mcyt-gender-showdown ���s poll here now!!/nf)