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Omg AU careers, you get it. I love chef/baker Crowley solely for him getting to feed Aziraphale. I love vet/zoo-keeper Aziraphale for his kindness to living things including snakes. Itās not just about the characters fitting into their careers (because hey we as people donāt always love our jobs). Itās sometimes so much more about what it brings out in them for the other character to bounce off of and love
YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
#ask a rat#the possibilities for human AUs are so fuckin endless#but if u ever run out of ideas#please i beg of u think about this#what could they do for each other š¤²#good omens
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Okay but like am I the only one that thrives on angst?? Because imagine if Jacaerys and his young wife, who he by the way only married for the support of The Arryns, had marriage problems because thereās always been tension between her and Baela (just an idea, I love my Baela bc sheās my girl!!) as Jacaerys was supposed to be married to her instead..and might I mention that reader was shipped off to Dragonstone by herself to give birth to her son and sheās been alone and scared all the time, until sheās brought back to Kingslanding after her mother in-law, Queen Rhaenyra, finally claimed back the throne with a peace treaty between the Hightowers. His wife is so so shy and alone because sheās only used to being with their baby, and Jacaerys is just absolutely worried for her because he hasnāt visited her at all due to his duties as heir and it just so happens that his wife thinks he hates herr šš (this was a bit long..but idk)
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ą³ amira speaks.į : the so awaited Arryn reader fic is here !! Hope it was what you expected, and overall enjoy it! Thought this was longer than 3.6k words! šš¤²š ĖĖĖ ź° summary : āæ request above! ĖĖĖ ź° word count : 3.6k
ĖĖĖ ź° genre : angst to fluff. ĖĖĖ ź° pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Arryn!Wife!Reader.
After many years of a long, nearly never ending war, it had finally subsidedā bringing peace for once and for all. It had been the same war that provoked the death of innocent people, and the one responsible for your marriage with Prince Jacaerys, as well.
A rather complex marriage, youād say it wasā though, it was an engagement that could only be expected. Betrothals and marriages had never been done for the sake of genuine love, but only for the sake of allies & tying deeper bonds between the Houses; helplessly falling in forced, unhappy marriages.
There had been little to no time for any of you two to establish some sort of proper relationships between each other. It worked as an engagement with the sole purpose of gaining support from House Arryn amidst the war with the Greens. āA betrothal, in exchange for supportā, and it served with itās purpose as it should in a way, you guessed.
Except, for the looming tension that came along your marriage.
Jaceās previous betrothal to Lady Baela, firstborn daughter of the Rogue Prince, wasnāt unbeknownst to you; a betrothal that had to be broken off when you appeared in the picture, as the support from the Arryns would be placed as number one priorityā with Jacaerys marrying you as the one and only condition for yet another ally. It was inconvenient, but very much needed.
The growing tension between you and his previous betrothed notoriously loomed in the air as soon as you both met one anotherā being presented with little to no words from Baela, and most of the time, all the endless attempts you did in order to establish a good relationship with her, were dismissed; thrown into the wind, as you were given a cold stare, with no words said... Being walked right past, left ignored.
Often times, you could feel her contemptuous stare fixed on you, each time you were sat next to Jacaerys.
Solitude had leisurely grown as a frequent monster lurking in your surroundings. āI canāt do anything about it, I canāt act as an intermediary to your relationship.ā was the strict response given to you by your future Lord Husband, when speaking your mind regarding how the Lady Baela gave you a cold shoulder, despite the constant friendliness you had to offer.
Jacaerys didnāt seem to care much at all. You swore that the eldest Velaryon prince was as indifferent towards you, as his previous betrothed wasā maybe, he even resented you for breaking off his already arranged betrothal. And you couldnāt say you didnt understand the situation, however.
Years of having known, trusted, each other, growing by each otherās side... Having their betrothal arranged for yearsā you could even silently observe the way in which they gazed at each other, occasionally. All of that had only been for it to turn into ash & dust when the time to seek support from allies had come.
But what other choice did you have, except none at all? Had you any blame, at all? Were you truly the one at fault? The growing solitude and the hefty weight of guilt was nearly asphyxiating. You felt desperately trapped in an escapeless labyrinth, being fully aware of how you had no one at all to release each one of your thoughts toā with your betrothed often giving you a cold shoulder as well, or simply, being far too engaged in his duties. Each private conversation, managed to quickly be dismissed; you had been forced to be kept to yourself, in a way.
All for a war between kin. All for the sake of allies. And you, right in the middle of it all.
Things hadnāt grown to become any better at all by the time you fell pregnant with your first childā with his child. Much less considering it was all still under the looming tension of war felt in the atmosphere.
Dragonstone had become your temporary home; one you had been sent to all by yourself, still being with child. Taking proper care of yourself throughout your pregnancy had been a difficult task, considering how the general situation provoked a constant state of fright and concern to you. Alone, with no one else to rely on; finding mere solace in talking to yourself... Or, rather, talking quietly to your unborn child.
It wasnāt exactly the healthiest thing for the fragile conditions you were mentally experiencingā it simply deepened that inner void, those bitter feelings of loneliness; poisoning you slowly with every quiet tear you dropped late at night in your chambers, after holding on to the knot that formed on your throat during the day.
The rocky castle had been the same place where you had birthed your childā a healthy boy, much to your fortune. Something that the Gods had finally graced you with. And that grace was, providing an heir for your husband... Though, you had given birth to your babe in the mere company of a few maids, and maesters. Your own mother-in-law couldnāt be there by your side, as much as she deeply desired to. Your own husband, with his duties as Rhaenyraās heir, couldnāt assist, eitherā and much less, your own blood.
The Gods have a strange way of treating you, you thought. Blessing you with an heir to your husband, and, simultaneously, remaining to provide you with solitude throughout the entire way.
Not long passed after you gave birth, that war had finally subsided, moving from Dragonstone to Kingās Landing with a small babe in your arms. Queen Rhaenyra had made peace treaty with the Greens, allowing her to claim her birthright, the Iron Throne, for once and for allā bringing a wave of relief, tossing aside a hefty weight burdening you.
Of course, just one small bit of a burdening weight had been removed from your life, and you dared to say, it was the most important heaviness lingering on the atmosphereā yet, you still had your own issues to solve. Moving all by yourself with a small baby boy towards the Red Keep wasnāt an easy task either, it simply stirred the occasional anxiety you suffered, along with bitter loneliness.
Those series of events happened in, what you considered, to be such a short time lapseā barely allowing you to process your wedding ceremony, the looming tension between you and his previous betrothed, not being able to have properly bonded with your husband as you married for mere alliances, having very little bonding with your mother-in-law, living in a whole different place from one day to another, having a babe, and moving once again this time with your child after the peace treaty...
... And you could keep naming each, and every single one of the little things that provoked an asphyxiating knot on your throat; one you had to bitterly swallow and keep to yourself. How could you not be overwhelmed with the circumstances?
You had grown used to being alone, with only the company of your little boy to keep your sanity hanging from a fragile, fraying thread. You briefly, and very feebly managed to interact with the rest of the members of House Targaryenā but you never throughoutly engaged in a deeper bond with them, or were often seen walking around the large halls, once the war had finished and you moved to the Red Keep.
The war had passed immediatly after the peace treaty with the Hightowers. No usurper on the Throne, no more dead men and innocent peopleā and all the burden you carried behind of you now, was that of the lurking solitude haunting you. It was just your small, sweet boy and you to spend time together; the one whom you found some warmth, despite still being practically a babe. Though, you couldnāt occasionally help but long for the company of anyone else from your new family.
At the present moment, you spent time on your private chambers. your little boy rested on your lap, as you quietly sat on the ground. On his hand, was a dragon wooden toy which he played withā making some cooing sounds. He had been your only companion for the moment, managing to spare you from any feelings of loneliness from the moment you had learned you were with child, being the one you often spoke to despite not receiving back an answer.
A faint grin graced your lips, with your hand gently caressing the back of his hair. You craned your head gently, releasing a soft chuckle at the sight of your boy engaged into his own world. You both were almost headed to sleep, but you preferred to spend some more time togetherā enjoying the quietness of the night, and the peace that came along.
The stillness looming in the atmosphere had been interrupted by a soft knock sounding twice against the wooden doors of your chambers. Raising your sight curiously as your boy remained playing in your lap with the wooden dragon toy. Not often having many visitors at the late hours of the night, you softly muttered āCome in.ā
The door was gently swayed, revealing to be your Husband the one who knocked, closing the door behind himā which, it wasnāt a common occurence, for him to visit you in your chambers. The constant duties of the eldest Velaryon prince, on his role of being his motherās heir to the Throne, were more than time-consuming; occupying the entirety of his attention.
But of course, with you being his wife, mother of his son, having shared little to nothing ā plus having married only for alliances ā and having some previous marriage problems regarding his broken betrothal, could only burden his thoughts. You had done an important effort to be a proper wife to him, one that couldnāt pass unnoticed.
You married to support what his mother fought for, you managed the notorious tension there was between you and his previous betrothedā you had given him a son, birthing all by yourself, and moved to Dragonstone, and then the Red Keep all by yourself, as well; only for him to spend his days focused on what was asked of him, leaving little time to even pay you and your baby son a short visit.
Guilt was overriding him in a constant, haunting manner. It was only natural for Jacaerys to be consumed by his preoccupied feelings towards you. Perhaps, you didnāt often engage or bond together in a convenient way, and you mightāve had troubles before when it came to discussing about your uneasy relationship with Lady Baelaā but that didnāt mean he didnāt love you, much less notice your strenght in every sense.
It was only fair to show his appreciation, and his concern for your wellbeing.
āHope Iām not troubling both of you with my presence?ā Jace said in a lighthearted manner, with a faint grin appearing on his rosy lips, tilting his head briefly. His presence had been quite a surprise for you, and that expressed on the looks in your features, along with some tension in the airā not being used to being visited by Rhaenyraās heir, your husband. Which, if anything, it deepened the looming guilt on him.
You shook your head gently, looking down at your son timidly, using your index finger to delicately caress him on his cheek. āNot at all, we were spending some time before heading to sleep.ā you muttered in response. āIs anything the matter? Has something happened?ā you inquired with slight concern, furrowing your eyebrows, lifting your gaze once again, staring into his dark coffee eyes. The innocence on your features were most beloved by him, managing to properly appreciate them as, now, it was just the two of you in the roomā no duties in between, no one else to bother you.
Jacaerys shook his head. āNothingās the matter, fortunately.ā he answered, with a tone of relief. His lips frowned for a split second, thoroughly processing his words before continuing. āI... Simply wished to pay you, and our son, a visitā as I havenāt been able to do so lately with my duties as my motherās heir.ā his eyes lingered on the ground shyly, before returning to stare at your own. āI wanted to know if you were doing alright as well, and if you felt comfortable around, of course.ā
The expressions on your face softened leisurely. āOh,ā your lips partly opened in surprise, stuttering for a moment, before closing them rather quickly. You had been momentarily taken aback by his unexpected statement, as you had never shared a private moment like this with him before. It had been a situation you would have never guessed you would ever experience, yet, here you wereā and it felt as if the world surrounding you stopped for a second.
You swallowed thickly, looking down over your boy, who stared at his father, and then at you. āKeep playing with your toys, my love. I will be right back.ā pressing a smooch on your sonās forehead, you carefully moved him so he would sit on the rug decorating the room beneath both of you. A wide, almost toothless smile graced his features, before continuing to play with his own toys as you stood, and approached Jace.
It was almost admirable how much of a dedicated, loving mother you were, Jace thought to himself, staring at the sceneā with a grin helplessly increasing on the corner of his lips. Your hands turned into fists, meekly fidgeting with the fabric of your dress. You almost couldnāt stare at him in the eyes, allowing him to notice as well a growing fluster in your cheeks.
āI-Iām... Doing quite alright.ā the words came off whispered, and stuttered, from your lips, āWe have been managing together all this time, after the war.ā you mentioned, staring at your boy ā who was absorbed into his own innocent world ā before returning to stare at Jacaerys. āThank you... For asking.ā the eldest Velaryon smiled sweetly at you, noticing how you very faintly stared at him in the eyes.
āIām quite relieved to hear so.ā he replied back, in a low, casual tone, continuing to offer a kind grin to you as his eyes guided themselves towards his baby boy playing in the background. Brief moments of awkward silence passed, with a palpable tension in the atmosphere.
You had been given little time ā to not say , none at all ā to bond with each other, before your wedding ceremony. You knew nothing about one another, and it could only be expected that you would be awkward in each otherās presence. But now that the war had ended, the possibility of engaging in a proper, sweet manner with each other was now given. You could softly hear Jace take a deep breath, before continuing to talk with you.
āI came to visit you to offer my apologies, as well.ā furrowing your eyebrows, your stare darted at his ownā which lingered on the ground, noticing a rosy taint beginning to cover his cheeks. āWhat for?ā it was a rather innocent ask, or at least, Jace considered it to be that way. With a lingering guilt that weighed constantly on him, offering his apologies felt very little with everything he actually owed you, after all the things you had done for him.
The heir nibbled on his lower lip for a moment, allowing himself to properly process in words each and every single little thing he had to thank you, and apologise for. āFor many things, I dare to say.ā he scoffed in a teasing way, provoking a frowny grin to grow upon your lips, as you kept delicately fidgeting with the fabric of your dress in a discreet manner. āOne of the things I would like to apologise for the most, is for... Not simply not visiting you, and our baby son due to my duties as heirā but for having given you a cold shoulder all this time, in a way.ā
Your expressions began softening, not uttering a single word to allow him to continue. The looks on your face were almost puzzling to him, as it contained several emotionsā all mostly ranging from surprise, to a... relieved one. But mostly, a shyly relieved look began expressing itself all across your features. āI never expressed to you my admiration for your strength and courage. Much less, I have given you my gratitude for marrying me and giving me an heir, all in order to gain new allies amidst war.ā
āYou have done everything by yourself. Moved to Dragonstone alone, birthed alone, and moved to the Red Keep after the peace treaty all by yourself, with our boy. I often scorn myself for not having done the slightest effort of accompanying you.ā it was true. All this time, you had grown to be used only to the presence of your little child offering you solace, and company.
Hearing his words shed a light of understanding to the implicances of war when it came to the perspectiveā after all, being heir to the Throne is not easy at all, much less when your birthright is usurped. But for Jace, being an heir occupied with his duties, before and after war, was no excuse to give offer you a piece of his genuine love and admiration. If anything, he resented himself for not having visited you earlier.
āThere hasnāt been a single moment where I havenāt thought about you, or havenāt grown any more preoccupied. And Iām sorry for not having shown it earlier, when I should have. Your efforts have never passed unnoticed.ā
A gentle sigh spurred from you, nibbling shyly on your lower lip, with your gaze meekly darting towards the ground. Hearing such statement coming from him felt almost surreal, considering each moment you spent alone, wondering to yourself if your husband felt mere disdain towards you after breaking off his previous betrothal to Lady Baela. You had to process the moment for several seconds, leaving a few seconds of silence to hang in the air until you gave your response, but you couldnāt deny that a part of you was satisfied to know his true thoughts about you.
āI wouldāve thought you... Resented me for breaking off your betrothal, and occupying the place of Lady Baela.ā you muttered timidly, maintaining your eyes gazing at the floor. His eyes widened faintly in surprise. Gods, your words didnāt help with the intensely growing guilt-feelings he suffered, almost as if your statement sharply stabbed him in the heartā how could he ever resent you?
You had nothing to do with anything. You simply did your required duties, what was asked of you.
Jace stood silent for a moment, āHow could I ever resent you?ā he began, a certain desperation, and disbelief, vibrating on his tone upon hearing your statement. It almost shattered him, knowing you thought thatā and all because his mind was consumed in war strategies and responsibilities as heir. The tip of his index finger placed itself on your underchin, delicately ā yet firmly ā lifting your face so you would stare at each other.
His dark coffee eyes stared profoundly into your own, āI could never resent you for something that was not your choice, much less after all the efforts you did.ā you swore you could feel a knot beginning to form on your throat, from both the overwhelming sensation of having thought all this time that Jacaerys disdained you, and from content. āThe idea of breaking off my betrothal to Lady Baela and become used to your presence for alliances might have been complicated initially, but I could never resent you for it.ā
āQuite the contrary, I have grown to love and silently admire you.ā both his hands had gone to cup your cheeks affectionately, taking the moments of quietness to admire every inch of your features. That was, before his arms rapidly embraced themselves around you, tightly wrapping you into a hug. One of his hands went to the back of your head, interwining his fingers in between your hair, as his other hand softly moved up and down, caressing your back; nuzzling the tip of his nose against your hair in a discreet mannerā finding comfort in your sweet scent.
For a moment, you stood there, being firmly hugged by Jace, as you leisurely processed the ā quite abrupt ā situation. Your eyes had widened slightly in surprise, only to feel your body relaxing a few seconds after the eldest Velaryon held you in the warmth of his arms, slowly giving into the embrace. Your arms delicately wrapped themselves around his own body, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. A wide range of emotions came afloat at the moment, but all you could feel, was a gleeful sensation of relief.
What you had so longed for, had been finally given in your lifeā to seek and find comfort in your husband.
āAll I can only do, is constantly cherish the lucky fact of your existence, I have never felt a single ounce of resentment, or hatred.ā he muttered, continuing to nuzzle his nose against your hair in a loving manner, before firmly pressing his lips against your temple for several seconds. āI hope you can forgive me, and know that Iāll be visiting and spending time with both of you more oftenā because I adore you, immensely.ā
The ghost of a soft, shy grin began growing on the corner of your lips. You knew everything would be alright, from now onā it would all be less dreadful, and less lonely, knowing that your husband would now be accompanying you in a proper manner.
The Gods did have a strange way of treating you, but all for an ultimate good.
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REMINDERS / DANIEL RICCIARDO
daniel ricciardo x influencer reader / SMAU FIC
FACE CLAIM / jazmyn makenna
WARNINGS / suggestive comments/banter
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user8 she makes texas look so aesthetic
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i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid
parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi
summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no one had any idea how bad they were struggling
type: social media au (smau)
notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!
notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldnāt figure out how to include everyone!!
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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp
i have been waiting for YEARS
max yes well you better enjoy it because itāll change soon and youāll be back to waiting again.
lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???
alex be glad he doesnt use captials
oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him
max ???
lando anyway
yn mate you ok?
yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am
lando yeah but usually your not single
lewis oh no! you and jacob split?
yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore
charles ah im sorry, that must suckš£
yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising
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yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost
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pāļø was just what we needed this weekend!
thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekendāļø
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did some reading, painting and writing
baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a catā¦not bad for summer breakāļø
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pāļø for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased
huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for youāļø
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Could I request some Yan poly Theo and Mattheo x male reader please?
Where he is an animagus that can turn into a cat just like McGonagal.
Where he goes to them in his cat form for cuddles and scratches and stuff because heās touch starved, but what the reader doesnāt know is that they know who he is and that heās not a normal cat, and the reason everyoneās been avoiding him both in his cat form and human form is because theyāve made everyone besides him know that heās theirs and threaten them. Just the usual possessive Yan behaviour from the duo. Maybe they buy him a collar or something in his cat form and he gets all embarrassed because he doesnāt know that they know heās a human and just has to wear it when heās a cat-??
Iām so sorry if itās too detailed
um, obsessed???
also i tweaked the ending you asked for just a little bit cause i never know how to end fics š«
i genuinely despise this. fully anticipate me just deleting this and starting over.
also please never apologize for too much detail it literally makes writing these so much easier and faster
requests? š„ŗš¤²
āHe is, most of all, l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.ā ā Yandere! Theodore Nott x Animagus! Siriusā son! Reader x Yandere! Mattheo Riddle
warnings: very mildāmostly impliedāyandere possessive/violent stuff
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āAh, Mr. Black. Lovely for you to join us.ā
You cringed, hastily smoothing down your hair in an attempt to look like you hadnāt just woken up.
Snape gave you a stern look. āVery well. Now that youāve elected to make your presence, perhaps Mr. Black can tell us what asphodel is?ā
You flushed at the way your professor put you on the spot; the way all of your classmate's eyes were on you.
āU-uh, itās a flower. Itās supposed to grow in the Elysian fields in the Greek underworldā¦?ā You trailed off uncertainly.
Snapeās lips thinned, a sign that you were correct. āWe have a new seating chartāa fact you mightāve known if youād shown up on time. Over there. Quickly.ā
You scurried over to the table he indicated, sitting down in the empty chair between two Slytherin boys.
The boy on your right gave you a sympathetic look, waiting until Snape turned to continue writing on the board before leaning over and whispering to you.
āWeāre doing a project in pairs, but me anā my friend Theo here said weād add you in ours to make a group of three. Snape wanted you to work with Longbottom.ā
The boy on your leftāTheo, you presumedāleaned in to whisper, āYeah, we wouldnāt wish that upon anyone. āspecially not a pretty thing like you.ā
You blushed at the flattering name, whispering back, āLongbottom? Merlin- thank you.ā
He grinned brightly, seemingly pleased at your willingness to hold a conversation with him, if the gentle flush of his cheeks was any indication.
The boy on your right tugged at your sleeve with a charming smile. āThatās Theodore Nott, by the way. And Iām Mattheo Riddle, darlinā.ā
~~~
āWell, I think weāre just about finished,ā Theodore mused, sitting up from where heād been leaning over your groupās poster board. āThink we used enough glitter?ā
āNo such thing as enough glitter.ā
You laughed at the two boysā antics as the three of you sat on the floor of their dorm room. They had a good rapport with each other, one that you fit easily into. There was no real awkwardness as you all joked with each other. You actually felt like you belonged, like youād been a part of their pair for years.
It was a nice thought.
āWell, if weāre finished, then I desperately need to go to the library,ā you sighed. āFlitwick assigned twenty inches on the difference between the Conservo and the Protego charms.ā
The two groaned in sympathy.
āGood luck,ā Mattheo shook his head, resting his hand on your knee.
Youād noticed that both boys were extremely touchy. They always seemed to be accidentally brushing hands with you, peering over your shoulder to look at the poster, and finding any excuse to rest their hands somewhere on your body.
You nodded your thanks, putting away your personal reading book, your glitter quills, and your googly eye stickers that you as a group had had far too much fun with.
āSee you guys around!ā
~~~
āWoah- Here, kitty kitty kitty!ā
You blinked sleepily, annoyed at whomever was disrupting your nap by the warm common room fireplace.
Two blurry, vaguely boy-shaped blobs plopped down on the floor by you, one of the blobsā bags spilling out its contents all over the floor. You swatted lazily at a feather quill that rolled to a stop beside you on the rug, quickly losing interest and yawning.
āWhose cat is this?ā The shorter oneāthe one whose bag had dumped parchment and jellybeans all over the floorāasked, suddenly scratching the top of your head.
You froze, an unfamiliar rumble rising from your throat at the odd sensation.
You were purring.
If you were human right now, you were sure your skin would be prickling from the strangerās gentle touch.
Gentle touch had always been uncommon for you. Your family was odd and disjointed. You grew up without a father, raised only by grumpy paintings and a sour house elf.
And once he returned, on a the back of a winged marvel, with stories of rats and traitors and time, his overjoyed smile had faltered when he learned you wore green and not red. His now ever-present pinched look of poorly hidden disappointment whenever he looked at you, paired with your god-cousinās short and stiff hugs and forced smiles, you felt like an outsider in your own home.
āVirgil!ā
The strangers startled you out of your reverie. Your ears flattened back, but the taller one just pet your head softly. The short one crossed its arms, shaking its head vehemently.
āNo, dude. Why the fuck would you name our cat that?ā
āCause of the book? Danteās Inferno?ā The taller one pointed at one of your abandoned books lying on the rug, most of the stack on Charms subjects, except for that one. You mustāve fallen asleep while reading it, and changed into a cat at some point during your nap.
āNerd.ā
āJust because you donāt ever read, Riddle-ā
You perked up at the familiar name. Blinking away sleep, the two blobs- boys come into better focus.
Theyāre your fucking group mates.
Fucking Circe.
Theo goes back to petting your head, his steady pets prompting you to instinctively push your head up against his palm to demand more.
āOh- hi Vee,ā he laughed, moving his hand further down to stroke along your spine.
āWh- Weāre not calling it that.ā
~~~
They ended up calling you that.
They visited the library after school every day now, where sure enough, youād always be sitting by the fire or sprawled out on the couch.
Some days, they brought extra friends. On those days, youād always squawk and wind between your boysā ankles to get their attention when they got too engrossed in a conversation, like an adorable, jealous tripping hazard.
And after youād turned in your project, you had also remained friends with them as a human. You now lit up every time you saw them in the halls or the common room, and they always grinned whenever they saw you.
It was nice.
~~~ āHel- oh.ā
You watched as your History of Magic table mate, a usually kind and friendly Hufflepuff girl, scrambled out of her seat to sit elsewhere as soon as you set your bag down. You stared after her in shock.
What had you done to warrant that?
As you stared after her, you finally became aware that your classmates around you were staring at you with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
Everyone avoided the seat next to you like the plague.
You sat alone that class.
~~~
You set your textbook down on your desk, sitting down heavily in your chair.
Today had been awful. Nobody dared come near you in any of your classes, like you were a leper or something. You ate lunch alone, walked to class aloneā¦ you just hoped Potions, as your last class of the day, would pass quickly.
āHello, lovely,ā Mattheo greeted warmly, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he sat down beside youāthe first person to do so all day. āHow are you this fine afternoon?ā
You rolled your eyes grumpily, steadfastly ignoring him as you doodled on your parchment.
You suddenly felt fingers underneath your chin, lifting your head up until your eyes met Mattheoās.
āHe asked you a question, doll,ā Theodore breathed into your ear from behind you. āAnswer.ā
You shivered at his tone and firm behavior, blushing despite yourself. āām- ām fine.ā
āGood boy,ā Mattheo sighed, patting your cheek patronizingly. āWas that really so hard?ā
Your cheeks flush immediately at the name, as you remain a bit confused as to their sudden changes in personality.
Where were the lovably awkward pair of dorks that you usually hung out with, both as a human and as a cat? (Although, you supposed, they didnāt know about the latter.)
Maybe you were wrong about them?
~~~
You werenāt wrong about them.
You leaned against the side of Weasleyās Wizard Wheezes, watching interesting passerby on the street as you waited for your god-cousin, Harry, to return back outside.
You were so focused on people-watching, imagining backstories for everyone, (especially the creepy Gryffindor who liked to hit on you no matter how many times you said no: Cormac McLaggen. The boy had practically sprinted away as soon as he caught sight of you leaning against the wall. Odd that he also had a black eye and a busted nose) that you were completely startled by arms wrapping around you from behind.
You jumped, but relaxed a bit when they put their chin on your shoulder and whispered into your ear, āItās Mattheo, doll. Calm down.ā
āYou just scared the shit outta me. Tellinā me to calm down,ā you roll your eyes. āWhat do you want?ā
āGo out with me.ā
āWhat?ā
āM-me. And Theo. Both. Yeah?ā
āWow. Smooth, dude. Real master of words, arenāt you?ā A new voice chimed in sarcastically.
You spun around at the arrival of a second person, relaxing when you saw that it was just Theo.
āWhat Matty is trying to ask is, will you go out with us?ā
You gape at them.
āBoth of you?ā
āIdeally, yes.ā
You blink at them, eyes wide.
Mattheo shifts nervously.
āSure.ā
Theodore blinks, like he wasnāt expecting that answer. āSure? Like- like yes you will?ā
āYeah.ā
The two boys exchange a rather disbelieving, giddy look.
āUh, how does the Three Broomsticks at seven tonight sound?ā
āWorks for me,ā you shrug, a pleased smile slowly creeping onto your face.
āOh! Here. We- we got this for you. In case you said yes,ā Mattheo digs through his pockets, pulling out a small, rectangular box, like the kind that watches come in. āBut, you have to promise youāll wait to get back to your dorm room before you open it.ā
You laugh, shrugging. āOkay, sure. I promise.ā
Theo narrows his eyes at you before sticking out his pinky finger. āPinky promise?ā
You laugh again at the way his serious look contrasts with his childish request, obliging and wrapping your pinky around his. āPinky promise.ā
~~~
You shut your dorm door behind you, dropping your bag on the floor and collapsing onto your bed. You, true to your word, waited to open the box, pulling it out of your pocket only just now.
It was small, simple gift box, with a scrap of folded parchment taped to the top.
Y/N ā
Thought you might like this. Weād love to see you wear it on our date.
ā MR & TN
You raise your eyebrows, setting the note aside and lifting the lid, unsure of what to expect.
You were not expecting there to be a blue cat collar inside, the dangling metal tag reading:
Virgil
If lost, return to either
Theo Nott or Mattheo Riddle
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I'm excited ur taking requests!! Would you be able to do a cute n fluffy little killer x reader? Say... A soft intimate moment alone; maybe something about how big his hands are, and the way they would so perfectly wrap around the one he loves so safely, so securely. š«£ You know, hands that can kill yet choose so be so gentle. š
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It never ceased to amaze you how gentle Killer was with you.
Hands that could rip a man's head clean from his body held you with the utmost tenderness, the power in his grip never more than what you could handle.
Watching him crush pirates left and right with a cheerful cackle always sent shivers over your skin, sometimes distracting you from your own fight as you sliced men down.
It was the moments at night that reminded you just how gentle this giant could be, cradling your body to his as if you were made of porcelain. You weren't small or dainty; you were hardy and fit in your own way, your skin scarred and full of stretch marks, but every time, Killer would trace your flesh with the softest touch.
You'd had to beg him many times while being intimate for him to let loose, to let his inhibitions run wild as he devoured you whole, but he never gave in, always clenching his teeth and hissing through them as he made love to you. He would bury his face in your neck, breathing you in and murmuring promises of protecting you and loving you for the rest of his life.
Tonight was no different.
Breathing heavily, you laid half on his body, your face smushed into his chest as he held you to him almost too tight, one of his hands wrapped around your back and arms, keeping you to him while the other ran thick fingers through your hair. You traced idle shapes over his massive chest with a tired hand, watching with half lidded eyes as he moved his hand from your hair to lift your hand to his lips, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin.
āKilā¦ā
There's a soft hum from the man, his mind still wandering as he continues to kiss your hand.
ā... Killer.ā
Finally, he gives you a side-eyed glance for less than a moment before letting his eyes close again.
āYes, my love?ā
You frown slightly, shifting your body so you're resting over top of him, your face hovering over his as you stare him down. His arm moves from your shoulder to your waist as he tries to fight the slow grin that rises but is unable to, giving a dramatic sigh as he snaps his eyes open to give you a mocking look in return.
"Yes?ā He presses again, raising an eyebrow at the expression on your face. You continue to stare down at him for a few moments before finally asking,
āWhy are you so afraid to get rough with me?ā
Killer freezes under you, his eyes slowly reopening to stare up at you as his thoughts begin to race. His mouth opens to respond, but nothing comes out, just a mildly choked sound that barely escapes his throat.
You tilt your head slightly, brows furrowing as you continue,
āDo you think you'll hurt me or something?ā
āOf course I do.ā
His response nearly cuts you off, worry and anxiety laced in his words as you stare at each other. You felt your heart sink slowly as you murmur sadly,
ā... do you think I'm weak?ā
Killer sits up so fast that he almost flings you off him, if not for his grip around your waist. You give a sound of surprise, clinging to his shoulders as he sits you in his naked lap.
āNever in a million years would I think so lowly of you,ā he barely gets out, holding your hips tightly in his massive hands, his thumbs rubbing small circles into your flesh. āNever would I think that you're weak. I justā¦ā
You wait patiently for him to keep going, your hands slowly rubbing up and down his forearms tenderly.
ā... I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.ā
You hummed softly at his words, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his as you asked,
āNot even if I wanted you to hurt me?ā
He pulled away to gawk at you, horrified conviction across his face as he snapped,
"Are you insane? What kind of person would want that?"
You shrugged, glancing to the side before murmuring,
āI would, if it's you. I trust you,ā You looked back to him as you continued, āI love you, but you act like I'm made of glass, as if you'd shatter me into a million pieces if you fucked me too hard.ā
Killer simply stares, blinking a few times as he mulled over your words. You took his silence as rejection, giving a soft sigh as you tried to reason with him.
āI love you, regardless. I justā¦ I don't know, sometimes I justā¦ want more. I love being with you, and being intimate with you is something I'll never take for granted, I just wish you trusted yourself the way I trust you.ā
Killer remains silent, his hands still caressing your hips as he takes in your plea. He gives a heavy sigh before leaning in and capturing your lips in his, only pulling away to murmur,
āI love you.ā
You gave him a warm smile in return, kissing him back and clinging to him as he wraps you in his arms, your bare front pressing into his.
ā... maybe one day,ā he murmurs into your throat, pressing a few kisses to your neck as his hands run up and down your back lovingly.
You grin into his shoulder, humming in agreement as you comment softly,
āMaybe one day.ā
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liv hi!!!! so. my mfl is 20 pages currently. thatās like. 400 fics. and most of them are from your recs! but i shanāt stop i am filled with endless drarry greed and iāve come to ask you for more š¤²
since itās summer, iāve been really craving stories set by the seaside! tbh any body of water will do, lakes/oceans/waterfalls/muddy puddles in concrete?? letās say water-centric!
if you or your followers have any recs for me iād be sooo delighted āļøš sending love & my eternal thanks
Hi anon! Omg sounds like youāve got a lot on your plate and I love that youāre looking for even more reads š I miss the good old days, now Iām in the eternal āso much to read, so little timeā loop :(
thank you for the great ask, I hope you enjoy these fics!
Beautiful Madness by @phdmama (E, 3k)
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Draco takes up wild swimming. Harry joins him.
Sun Stroke by @peachpety (E, 4k)
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Sun, Sand and Sambuca by JulietsEmoPhase (E, 6k)
Holiday romance where Harry and Draco are best men for their respective stag dos, but still want to find time to sneak a moment for themselves. Muggle AU Drarry.
But no Man moved Me ā till the Tide by @aibidil (E, 7k)
Harry bursts into Draco's office one morning and drags him away for an impromptu beach holiday. Draco knows something's happened, and wonders if Harry will open up to him. Featuring a Muggle bed and breakfast, wizards at the beach, Draco's house-elf who loves Harry, Muggle paperbacks, and the scary and exhilarating feeling of complete freedom and possibility.
Saltwater Stain by @the-starryknight (M, 9k)
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Maelstrom, the water told me by onbeinganangel (E, 11k)
Maelstrom (noun, /ĖmeÉŖl.strÉm/, from the Dutch maalstroom): 1. a large powerful whirlpool 2. a turbulent tidal current 3. an agitated and/or confusing situation or state of mind 4. a magical core disturbance occurring on an adult, not directly caused by trauma
the way you make me glow by softlystarstruck (M, 11k)
In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps itās been there all along.
The Isle of Ogygia by @citrusses (E, 13k)
There is an island, far out in the sea.
Take My Hand by daisymondays (E, 13k)
Draco has long resigned himself to pining after Harry... that is until an invite on the annual Ministry holiday gives him a chance to change everything.
what the body wants is coolness by lastontheboat (T, 13k)
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The Oceans They Did Rise by disapparater (M, 18k)
Finding post-war life more difficult than he'd imagined, Harry travels halfway around the world to find some peace. He also finds Malfoy, art, adventure, the ocean, and himself. (Not necessarily in that order.)
The Isle of Discussion by @shealwaysreads (E, 22k)
Harry and Draco arrive at the shores of Loch Leven to record the magical history of the land. Theyāre friends now, but up there in the Highlands, amidst the trees and sky and that wild expanse of water their own past is more present than ever; a gap they still canāt bridge. Magic illuminates the truth, but it is Harry and Draco who have to speak it. Happily, it turns out that honesty is, in fact, the best policy.
What Shall Not Be Unearthed by @iero0 (E, 49k)
At the northernmost point of Shetland, surrounded by pointed cliffs, towers the Ootsta Lighthouse on a small isle in the middle of the open sea. Little does Harry know that he's not the only new lighthouse keeper. Draco Malfoy is as obnoxious as he always was, with his posh tone of voice and his luxury yacht jumpers. Harry tries his best to avoid the gitāwho knows what he's up to anyway?
Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)
On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoyās Muggle life in Britainās gay capital, Harryās curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.
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Harry and Draco are sent on an undercover assignment to catch a Dark wizard ā which might not be so bad if it weren't at a Muggle nudist resort.
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Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.
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prompt 5 with Satan, please? š¤²š
hello!! yes of course :)
enjoy <3
prompt 5 w/ Satan
āMc, how much sugar in your tea?ā Satan called to you from the kitchen. You were seated in the living room, texting friends.
āNot too much. Like, a spoonful or two. If I have too much sugar Iāll never be able to fall asleep.ā You looked up from your phone, but he wasnāt in the room.
āThank you. Youāre amazing.ā You heard him laugh a little from the kitchen. He went back to preparing the tea, and you momentarily went back to messaging your friends. You were chatting about menial, unimportant, random stuff. As soon as you mentioned you had to go because you agreed to spend time with Satan, they began to tease you. They all make jokes about the two of you kissing and what not. This had become something of a regular routine, as this was something you did with Satan often. Whenever you told them you had plans with a different brother or were spending the night doing something else, they were shocked. You really didnāt spend that much time with him in the evenings like this, but part of you wished you could more.
āReady?ā He entered the living room with two mugs in hand. One was his favorite mug. It was a light gray covered in little cats doing various cat things. It had been a gift from Mammon, and after confirming he got it in a legit way, it became the only mug he used ever. The other one was a mug that was mostly Luciferās, but he allowed you to use it when you wanted. However, when he sees that itās missing and youāre not the one using it, he never says anything, even though itās most certainly Satan at that point.
āYep!ā You got up from your chair and followed him back to his room. You couldnāt lie, you were giddy to spend time with him. Even if the two of you were just spending time in each others vicinity, both doing separate activities, it made you happy. You tried to take one of the mugs from him, but he wouldnāt let you. You didnāt want it to spill, so you let it go and resolved to holding the doors open for him instead.
You made your way into his room. He set the mugs on his side table, and debated on what book to read. He seemed to be midway through a few of them. You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you wanted to do. Youād borrowed one of Leviās Devilswitchs and had been slowly, but surely making you way through one of his games. The device was sitting on his bed, exactly where youād left it. Eager to pick your game back up, you threw yourself onto his bed and booted it back up. Satan eventually settled down next to you with his book in hand.
āWhat blend did you pick today?ā You asked, inhaling deeply and trying to place the scent.
āThat new one you brought for me when you got back from visiting home.ā He didnāt look over at you, but you could tell how excited he had gotten over that fact.
āAw, youāre really sharing it with me? Iām honored.ā You carefully sipped it since it was still a little hot. He'd handed you the mug that was usually his. It was quite a cute mug, and the gesture moved you.
āOf course I am. You gave it to me, so I figured it was only fair. It reminds me of you, anyways.ā He opened his book and began reading. You started playing your game, and the time flew while you were together. You drifted closer and closer to him, until eventually you were laying with your head on his shoulder. You rolled over to the device wasnāt so much in his face.
It was nice, laying there with him. The quiet sound of Satan flipping pages was the only sound you could hear beside the occasional shuffling outside the room. You donāt know when it started, but at some point, you started to fall asleep. Your eye lids grew heavy, and every time you felt them close for a moment too long, you tried your best to snap them back open. But soon, you stopped resisting and fell asleep.
It took Satan a little while to notice you were asleep. Only after he heard your gentle snoring did he realize you were knocked out. He couldnāt help but smile at the sight. He took the switch from your hand and set it down on his side table next to your tea. Youād gotten so into your game that youād barely touched it. He couldnāt fault you though; he tended to do the same from time to time when he was really into a book. He returned to reading, trying his best to hold still.
Some hours later, he was still reading the same book when you started began to stir. Or, thatās what he assumed. You began to twitch and shift around. At first, he thought it was cute. Your breathing picked up, and your brows furrowed. Your features grew steadily more concerned. He knew something was wrong. He wasnāt sure how intense your nightmare was, but it pained him to watch you suffer. He knew he shouldnāt wake you though. Instead, he held you close and soothing stroked your hair. Even if you wouldnāt remember it was him, he wanted to comfort you. All that mattered to him is that you felt secure.
You woke up with a start, breathing heavily and gripping him tightly. You seemed a little confused, but you didnāt want to let go of him. āIām here. Youāre safe with me.ā You melted into him once you heard his voice. It was the confirmation you needed. He continued to tell you comforting things until you were calm again. At some point, he wasnāt sure if you were awake or asleep anymore. āMc?ā He whispered. Since you didnāt respond, he knew you mustāve been asleep or had a good reason to be so still and silent. He didnāt mind though. He liked that amount of trust you put in him to fall asleep on him twice.
He was happy to have met you.
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may i have headcanons about vere with a fox mc pls šš¤²š¤² i had a vision of him being kinda more at ease with them or like biting their ears as a joke if they are close enough
your writing is so scrumptious
OMG Y E S and thank you so much šš
Disclaimer! They/them for MC because we love inclusivity!
ā¦ Background
Vere is at least a hundred years old but heās also a divine being. With that said, let's put the MC at their ināgame age.
ā¦ First meeting
During their first encounter in the Amaryllis District, the MC would immediately sense Vere's presence, which might have prevented the cunning Monster from snatching their key (30/70). Since they are both foxian, it would make Vere's ego slightly defloat from being unable to catch the MC offāguard like in the demo.
ā¦ Slowly but surely, a familiarity began to develop between the two. The MC found themselves drawn to Vere's mysterious aura and sharp wit, while Vere was intrigued by the MC's resilience and quick thinking. As they spent more time together, Vere's competitive nature softened and the MC's guard came down. They started to understand each other's strengths and weaknesses, forming aā¦ unique bond that neither of them (nor anyone else in Eridia) could have anticipated.Ā
ā¦ Abilities
The MC's heightened senses allowed them to anticipate Vere's movements and stay one step ahead and away. Vere, on the other hand, was impressed by the MC's quick reflexes and agility.
ā¦ Smell
It played a significant role in their interactions, as the MC's keen sense of smell picked up on Vere's subtle shifts in emotions, while Vere's own ability to discern scents helped them understand the MC's mood without the need for words. (The MC understood now how bad Leander's after-shave situation was.)
ā¦ Ears
Since younger foxes get easily overstimulated by loud noises, Vere made sure to speak softly and avoid sudden sounds around MC. Vere's trained ears allowed him to pick up on subtle sounds that could potentially trigger MC's sensory overload.
Additionally, the MC noticed how Vere's ears would subtly twitch when he was deep in thought, providing a visual cue to his inner workings.Ā
ā¦ āØChompāØ
It's a calm morning; the sun rises slowly over the horizon, the birds chirp softly, and a light breeze rustles through the trees.
The MC wakes up to a small tinge of pain in their ear. They try to shake off the discomfort, but it persists, causing them to wonder if they might have slept on it wrong. As they reach up to touch their ear, they feel a pair of fangsā¦ and a mouthā¦ and a noseā¦
A familiar scent fills their nose.
It's Vere. Vere is biting their ear with a grin.
"ā¦WHAT the FUCK are you doing here?"
Vere chuckles mischievously, "Just thought I'd drop by for a little wake-up call."
The MC groans. Then Vere bites them again. MC pushes Vere away, rubbing their throbbing ear.
"I can't believe you snuck into my room just to bite my ear," they mutter, feeling a mix of annoyance and amusement.
Vere just laughs, clearly finding it hilarious. "You know you love it," Vere teases, flashing a playful smile.
The MC just looks at him before biting his ear.
"OW YOU-"
ā¦ Habits
The MC found themselves studying Vere's habits, trying to piece together the puzzle of who he really was beneath the calm exterior. The swaying of his tail when irritated, the way he meticulously soothed the fur on his tail after a stressful encounter, and the slight tilt of his head when listening intently.
The MC would perhaps imitate some of Vere's habits, and the other way around, finding solace in each other's quirks and idiosyncrasies.
ā¦ Play fight
The playful banter between the MC and Vere often escalates into mock fights, with each trying to outwit the other. It's a way for them to release pent-up tension; their movements fluid and coordinated as they danced around each other in a playful display of strength.
This includes scratching, biting, shoving, and even some light wrestling.
Despite the roughhousing, there is always an underlying sense of trust that they won't kill each otherā¦ right?
ā¦ Nuzzling
One habit that particularly intrigued Vere was the way the MC would nuzzle their cheek against his hand when seeking comfort. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about how far the two had come. Vere found himself reciprocating the gesture, soon cuddling up next to the MC whenever he needed a moment of calm. Vere's warm breath against the MC's skin, the gentle nuzzling of their noses together, their tails wrapping around each other.
ā¦ Taleācare
Vere is very particular about his tail-care. He would spend hours grooming and preening his luxurious tail, making sure every strand was in place and shining brightly. The MC, on the other hand, was more laid-back when it came to their own tail-care routine. Vere would often tease them about their lack of attention to detail, but the MC would just laugh it off and carry on with their day.
Until one day, Vere's self-restraint broke, and he offered to help the MC with their tail-care routine, the "proper way," as he called it. The two spent hours together, Vere teaching the MC how to properly care for their tail, demonstrating his meticulous techniques, and explaining the importance of maintaining a healthy, groomed, nice-smelling tail. That was also the one and only time Vere brushed their tail for them, and never again.
ā¦ Hunting and Food
Foxes eat at least half their weight a day. Depending on how carnivorous the MC feels; they might join Vere in a hunt. They had never considered themselves to be violent or predatory, but there was something primal and exhilarating about the thought of stalking prey alongside someone as skilled as Vere.Ā
In the end, food ended up becoming a common ground for the two, with Vere introducing the MC to exotic dishes from different regions of Eridia. The MC, in turn, shared their favorite comfort foods and recipes from their own homeland. (Did Vere eat any of it? Wellā¦)
ā¦ Hair hair HAIR
Grooming became another shared interest between them, with Vere insisting on helping the MC style their hair to match their unique foxian features.Ā
ā¦ Double trouble
Chaos follows them like a shadow. Eridia is barely able to handle one of them alongside all the other messed up divine-ish murderous beingsāimagine having twoā¦ A pure whirlwind of confusion and mayhem is left in their wake. Their partnership becomes a force to be reckoned with. TĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ SĢ¶eĢ¶nĢ¶oĢ¶bĢ¶iĢ¶uĢ¶mĢ¶ wĢ¶oĢ¶uĢ¶lĢ¶dĢ¶ hĢ¶uĢ¶nĢ¶tĢ¶ aĢ¶nĢ¶dĢ¶ kĢ¶iĢ¶lĢ¶lĢ¶ tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ wĢ¶eĢ¶aĢ¶kĢ¶eĢ¶sĢ¶tĢ¶ oĢ¶fĢ¶ tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ tĢ¶wĢ¶oĢ¶, fĢ¶oĢ¶rĢ¶cĢ¶iĢ¶nĢ¶gĢ¶ tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ oĢ¶tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶rĢ¶ tĢ¶oĢ¶ wĢ¶eĢ¶aĢ¶rĢ¶ tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ cĢ¶oĢ¶lĢ¶lĢ¶aĢ¶rĢ¶ aĢ¶nĢ¶dĢ¶ cĢ¶oĢ¶nĢ¶tĢ¶iĢ¶nĢ¶uĢ¶eĢ¶ tĢ¶hĢ¶eĢ¶ aĢ¶sĢ¶sĢ¶aĢ¶sĢ¶sĢ¶iĢ¶nĢ¶aĢ¶tĢ¶iĢ¶oĢ¶nĢ¶sĢ¶.
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ARUUUU water ghoul dew š„ŗ water ghoul dewey talk pretty please gimme the droplet pleeeeease š¤²
FISHY TIME!!!!!! RRRAAAAAAA!!!!!!
Dew was the one who got Alpha into doing pushups with someone on his back. They had been roughhousing, and Dew managed to get on his back, just laughing up until Alpha pushed himself up. How Dewdrop clang so tightly each time Alpha did it, it just made him happy and low-key opened a new interest for him. He's also got into the habit of picking Dew up, kinda like how Delta does with Pebble. Was Dew's first topside as well, and his first mate!! While they don't renew their bond anymore, they still consider each other a mate unofficially. Alpha can't be around as much because of his sickness, but Dew always makes an attempt to see him as much as possible.
Delta had a really strong habit for otter holding Dewdrop when they swam together, and he didn't mind it. Just curled up wether floating or at the bottom of the lake resting so comfortably. They had a really strange relationship that went deeper than just mates, but didn't know how to label or process it. When Delta had his transition that went wacked, Dew felt like their connection had been severed so severely. Tried everything but nothing felt the same anymore. On a softer note, besides almost mauling each other first time they met, were super attached to the hips after. Two water ghouls in sync with their heat/rut is VERY loud and everyone had to deal with it LMAO. Always seen practicing together no matter what, and had to be in their own booth as when they'd sing, they'd cause too many accidents to those that passed by.
Sometimes when their schedules aligned, Dew and Pebble would sneak to the practice room and just run through setlists or simply have fun with their own sheet music they liked working on together. Pebble kept making the joke that they could pull of the two men in a trenchcoat trick and they attempted it once... Yeahh they ended up eating dirt when trying to go down stairs, but it was still funny to them wjsjdj. During swimming outings, they'd totem on Omega's shoulders and announced themselves as the kings of the lake. Of course until Omega decided it was time to flop backwards and make them all fall. Constantly seen curled up together during tour.
AĆ«r was a strange one, to Dew. He never really talked or had much expression, but it was obvious when he'd get flustered easy. He'd just stare really hard whenever Dewdrop would talk to them, face turning red, and then quickly walk away. He figured out that, to spend time with AĆ«r, it just had to be quiet. Maybe music, if he was lucky. AĆ«r was really into knitting, so Dew would rest across the room reading a new book Papa had recommended him. A lot of their encounters were sexual, however. While AĆ«r never really fucked Dew (he didn't with anyone), a LOT of toys were involved and it's the only times AĆ«r would speak non-stop, saying things you'd never expect and it got Dew ALWAYS blushy and squirmy.
Before their relationship went sour, Omega was up there with Alpha. Dew would constantly peek into his study and quietly step in. It was a game to see if Omega could sense him or if he was too focused on his work. Scared him maybe 3 times, but usually before Dew could even get past the threshold; "Yes, little fish?" They read together a lot, and Dew would sometimes bring Omega agate from the lake with just the brightest smile and soso proud. There's be times Dew would lay on Omega's back and just ramble about whatever he wanted, as Omega enjoyed the pressure and always made for good company. Their tails always ended up intertwined.
Papa? PHEW. Could confuse them for siblings of you wanted to, sometimes. While Dew was quiet a lot, Terzo could very easily break that shell and they'd quickly match energy. Papa joined them for dinner one night, assisting to make it and he threw flour on Dew. Very quickly got a whole egg thrown back and a food war started until Alpha plucked both of them up, still attempting to throw jelly at each other while laughing. Terzo loOOVVED Dewdrop! Never seen him as an accident, "You were always meant to be my ghoul." Didn't like when higher-ups would bad talk him, and kept reminding that he was Papa and he wouldn't stand for his ghouls being mistreated. He'd give some of his old clothes to Dew that didn't fit anymore. Always made him SO happy.
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š¤ ART TAG š¤
Hey to all artists! I want to talk about our art journey. Some of us have a long path, some have started only recently, but each of us has had our own individual path and I think it's really important to remember how we all started. And it's also important to share it with others so that no one would be scared to start their own journey and just create.
How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?
As everyone I'll say I've been drawing since early childhood, but I think the end of 2019 is my beginning. Because that's the time I started to practice actively.
When you felt the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?
Maybe it's always been? I think for the first time I posted something traditional drawn on my personal social media. I started my art socials in 2020.
Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?
It's hard to track my very first drawing, but here are the early traditional drawings and my very first digital hand drawing. It was before I got a tablet, so it was drawn with a mouse. My impressions? My hand was tired... But if seriously back then it looked like something cool to me and I was surprised that I could draw something like that. Now, of course, I can see all my mistakes. But let's be honest, any mistake is a move forward.
š§ ALARM š§
My very first attempts after getting a tablet.
Should I mention that I was upset at the first second that it didn't work out on the first try?
Your first fanart ever
I had a lot of traditional drawings of Adventure Time (I'm a big fan of Marceline). It's roughly a little over a decade ago.
But in digital, I guess this? Snufkin and The Groke from Moomin stories. [aug 8, 2020]
Your first gallavich fanart
Hi babies! This post and this post.
[nov 27, 2023] - oh my god it's almost a year???
But what if I told you that my sister asked me to draw Cameron Monaghanā¦ Who knew that ten years later I'd be drawing him once again...
When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?
I just need to rest, try again, or think about what exactly goes wrong. When I started my path as a digital artist I was very inspired by the older work by 'big artists'. No one is perfect at the first moment and there is always a long road of striving and practice behind cool works. And I knew that the more I tried, the more I could consider myself 'cool' too. (spoiler: that feeling is still with me)
Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.
It's a hard choice. I stopped liking a lot of my work after a time, but this one was initially a struggle. I really didn't like how it looked in the end. I wasn't able to draw it as I wanted, and had problems with the face and dynamics. But the background is cool! (A lot of the work you don't like has some good in it!)
Renee and Andrew from AFTG [dec 5, 2021]
Show your old piece that you very like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?
I love the shading and the face, especially eyes. And i still love this drawing! Face looks better than previous and hair has a dynamic, and the expression is really good.
Buck Toothsome from School for vampires [nov 8, 2021]
Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.
I really loved this study redraw!
Ginny with Marcus from Ginny & Georgia [june 22, 2021]
Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?
I've started to do it recently! I'd forgotten how many sketches I made in sketchbooks when I was studying drawing.
I tried to change the pen pressure.
Sketch vs Final. Show your process.
Actually, it's been a tough process.
Your most recent drawing.
I'm working on my secret santa's gift right now, so I can't share it š¤But here's my last sketch during warm-up session š¤²š¤
Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!
I just want to say that four years ago I would've been shocked by my current drawings. I've really improved in drawing faces and anatomy, I'm trying new interesting composition, trying to learn new things and use it in my works.
Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?
Do more thinking while creating your art. Do a sketches warm-ups before digging into the big work. Don't be afraid to draw it again if something doesn't work. Take breaks to physically exercise!
Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.
I want to improve facial expressions. Make a professional portfolio. Keep growing and enjoying drawing.
I want to see more your drawings...
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Could you do a Diluc x reader (one sided on readers part) and she sees he falls out of love with her (inspired by La gata bajo la lluvia-RocĆo Durcal) make it as angsty as you can!! š„²š¤²
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(Diluc x g/n reader angst Songfic)
Note: finally finished this. it feels maybe a little repetitive at the end but I'm still satisfied with it overall. the lyrics might be a bit off because I had to get the translation for it and that might not be totally accurate! Anyways enjoy and criticism and reblogs are appreciated!!!! requests are open!
TW: nothing much just angst no comfort, not proofread :<
āMy love don't worry I wont bother you, and I know there's a torrent running through your mindā
He was different, ever since he had come back. You could feel the distance between you two. The words left unsaid, the late nights at the tavern, the times you woke up in the middle of the night and he wasn't in the bed, the way his smile strained when he looked at you. It had been quite some time since you guys went on any dates, or even just sat down to eat breakfast together. The distance between you two expanded every day and all you did is watch, watch as the love of your life drifted away from you.
āDon't fear there's no reason ,I don't blame you for the past.ā
You watched him build his walls.. He quit the knights. He pushed Kaeya away too. When he had told you that he needed to go away from Monstadt to clear his mind, you had thought it would be fine, that he just needed space after his father's accident. And though you wanted to be there for him, if he wanted to mourn alone, you would respect that. āI'll be waiting for you when you come back, no matter how long it takesā, you had told him. It took months, and he returned but also not at the same time. It was as if he had aged decades in that time. He was no longer the Diluc you that had fallen for you. You had smiled and hugged him, tears falling from your eyes, and he had hugged you back too, but his embrace no longer felt warm. You had held hope, maybe things would get better, he just needed some time, things would return to normal. And now, as you sat in the empty room you and him shared, it finally hit you, things were never going to be the same.Ā
"Love, I know, honestly don't say anything. If you see any tears, I'm sorry I know that you didn't want to make an injured cat cry."Ā
You were going to end things with him. It wasn't because you didn't love him anymore. No, far from it, you loved him too much, and he, didn't love you enough. Not anymore. But you knew he didn't want the same hurt you. Even after everything you knew he was still that kind boy you had fallen for, the one who would rather stay with you even when he didn't have feelings for you anymore just so you won't get hurt. But you couldn't do that to him. To chain him down. Maybe this was your last gift to him, your last act of love. You were going to let him go, even if it would tear your soul apart to do so.
āLove, if one day , we see each other out there, invite me to a coffee and make me loveā
You stood in front of your house, with your bags packed, the rain falling on you. It made your heart clench. The memories you had with him flooding your mind. You felt like a cat in the rain, left outside, with no purpose or home. Because that is what he was to you, home. You had left a letter on the table, breaking it off and telling him to not look for you. It had hurt so much to write those bitter words, but for him you'd do anything. You were going to leave Monstadt and go far away, so that you could not convince yourself to change your mind. Maybe one day youād return, when both of you have grown and his wounds wouldnāt hurt so much anymore. Maybe he would finally let you nurse them. Let you in again. Maybe one day you would be home again.
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counterpunch Ā· a punch thrown in return for one received.
ą³ amira speaks.į : for some reason I felt extremely nervous while writing this,, I hope this is what you guys expected for the prologue of Counterpunch??? š„ŗš¤² I thought starting it this way would be the best, to, you know, show how they met from moment zero. Already writing chapter one, by the wayā I swear I am doing my very best for all of you, my loves. š«” ĖĖĖ ź° summary : ravens come and go, threatens between the blacks and greens come and go, deaths come and goā¦ war comes, and it never goes. you had seen everything; past, present, future. your dreams had shown you almost all about the rise & fall of House Targaryenā which gained you the title of ā(y/n) the dreamerā. however, the only one who would attentively listen to your visions was Prince Jacaerys, your childhood best friend. and when war arrives, the only solace you both can find amidst all the conflicts, is in your continously blooming relationship. ĖĖĖ ź° word count : 1.0k
ĖĖĖ ź° genre : chaptered series. some angst & fluff in the future, maybe. ĖĖĖ ź° pairing : Jacaerys Velaryon x Dreamer!Best Friend!Reader.
COUNTERPUNCH MASTERLIST.
The nearly overhwelming silence had been interrupted, as loud baby wails overtook the private chambers; bringing a sigh of relief to anyone who had been witnessing and assisting to your birth.
With a soft cotton muslin, ivory coloured blanket, a maid had gently wrapped your fragile body as you wailed. āItās a girl, my Lady.ā the maid muttered, delicately rocking you on her arms, with the ghost of a wide grin forming at the corner of her lips as she approached your mother to pass you to her. Your mother lovingly took you in her arms, relief washing over her as your wail echoed through the chambers; drops of sweat running across her features after an ardous birthing.
It had been quite a special birth. One that brought several wide smiles to members of your own House, and everyone who had alliances with your House by simply taking a glimpse of your sleeping face, or a brief glimpse into your bright innocent eyes. A birth that, as soon as it was announced, Princess Rhaenyra rushed to visit both you, and your motherā and her arms didnāt go empty, as she took baby Jace, her heir, with her to meet you.
House Targaryenās close bond and alliance to your House was one that rooted back many, many years ago. The realmās delight and your mother got along together exceptionally wellā with your House vehemently supporting her birthright as the true heir to the Iron Throne, and having known each other as young girls. There was no doubt that the Targaryen princess would be swift in paying your mother ā and you, a sweet little babe ā a visit, as your own mother had done with the birth of her firstborn son.
Resting on a large, velvet lounge sofa, a tranquil expression was spread all across your motherās features, with a toothy grin beginning to form on her lips as Rhaenyra returned back the gestureā holding a young Jacaerys in her arms, while your own small body was wrapped in a soft blanket, being held by your mother. āSheās very beautiful, congratulations.ā the platinum haired woman spoke, tilting her head slightly as her gaze fixed on your features. Her grin could only increase as you would coo to her, offering a toothless baby smile.
The young Velaryon boy, who was only several moons older than you ā almost a year ā, innocently copied his motherās actions; his coffee eyes staring at you with curiousity, as your coos were faintly heard in the background. A chuckle spurred from your motherās lips, moving down her stare to admire you, using her index finger to delicately caress your cheek. āShe is, isnāt she? We have decided to name her (y/n).ā in her tone, vibrated a notorious pride. One that could only be understoodā you were quite a little gift. A joy.
āThank you very much, Princess. Especially for taking the time to visit us.ā the Targaryen princess softly sat by your motherās side, allowing a huff to escape from her, as she tried to keep Jace properly in her armsā the boy continuing to curiously look at you. āI could never not visit you... And your little girl now, of course.ā she said. A lighthearted mood loomed in the atmosphere almost endearingly, which, felt refreshing for her.
Rhaenyra turned around briefly, directing her stare at the young heir in her arms, āJace, why donāt you greet (y/n)?ā she muttered gently, inciting her son to approach you in any possible way. The firstborn Velaryon could notice your big baby eyes attentively, and curiously, observing him as you kept cooing quietly, enveloped in the warmth of the blanketsā his hand immediately waved at you in a kind manner, doing as his mother insisted, kindly smiling at the sight of you. Another faint baby grin appeared on your lips as he waved, while both your mothers observed the interactions you shared together.
āIām certain theyāll both grow to be close friends. I can tell, already.ā your mother remarked to Rhaenyra, gleefully, causing the platinum-haired woman to chuckle in response.
Both of you were practically babies, with mere several moons of differenceā and despite having exchanged a simple childish interaction for now, considering how much of a close, strengthened bond your Houses had, it was most likely that you both would almost grow together and meet each other frequently.
Your mother wasnāt wrong at all, when she mentioned that you both would grow to become each otherās close friendsā you had grown to be best friends, accompanying one another for every single little thing. Playing together, having the privilege of meeting his younger siblings the moment they were born, being the only ones who would really know your thoughts and feelings, and even rooting for him eagerly whenever you travelled to Kingās Landing and watched him swordtrain with Ser Strong.
And the older you grew, the more accompanied you were by each otherās presence constantly. Particularly, during the moments where confusion overwhelmed you at the things you began frequently dreaming of and envisioned as you maturedā almost hauntingly, as every experience you lived and went through, everywhere you went to, it seemed as if you had already been there, being left to expect the worst outcome. You had nowhere to run to.
Some referred to you as a dreamer, and others, as a madwoman. The only one who would be there by your side when you felt asphyxiated by visions and dreams, and when blood was shed amidst the growing war for his motherās usurped Throne, would be the eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen.
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bestie, now you have to share some noah x face sitting hcs šš¤²
(only if you want to of course)
BESTIE SAY LESS ILL DO SOME RIGHT HERE AAAHHH
OKAY SO!
Bringing it up wise I think he'll just say it out loud or asks you to do it. "babe, would you sit on me?"
"yeah, I already do"
"No, no, I mean on my face"
"0-0 oh-"
OR OR! you like threaten him like "I will sit on you!"
"okay do it then. Right on my face, do it."
I picture him to be the type that would honestly enjoy it.
HATES when you hover >:(
"Y/N, you either sit right now, Or I'm going to hold you down."
even if you do sit down, he's still holding you hips against his face.
HAS A HABIT of stopping if you break eye contact. So he'll keep you there for a good while just teasing, b ringing you VERY CLOSE- then bringing you far away
RIDE HIS FACE! likes when you take some control and just use his face to get off
will leave you dry because he literally licks you clean
call it your special seat š
If you're ever feeling insecure or just not as confident he'll tell you to sit on his face so you could praise and worship you while he pleasures you. will not hesitate to pleasure himself at the same time, because when you feel good so does he
will sometimes lets your cum dry on his face and says your marking your territory.
Thinks he gets more cum this way because its coming downward and he can just keep you in place while he has his way with you
Will moan into you and just makes the experience better
"what if you can't breath, I don't wanna squeeze your head too hard" no matter how many times you say this he will always say
"I'd rather suffocate from eating you out than live"
LOVES when your thighs squeeze his head, as he describes it feels "warm and safe like a weighted blanket"
You may or may not have some pictures and polaroids of him under you. WHICH are hidden in a small box of other memories you have that are only shared with you both šš
has had it slip when around the guys
"gonna get home, Y/N is gonna sit on my face" he was mumbling to himself and Ruffilo was passing by and just stopped and they just kinda stared at each other
"š§āāļø"
"š§āāļø"
"š§āāļø"
It wasn't spoken of again after that, and Noah watched who was around him before he spoke to himself or with you
#noahsebastian#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian smut#noah sebastian#starās anonsāØ#bad omens
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making felix hump one of his plushies while reader degrades him and he cries š¤²š¤²
Pitiful
Warnings: slightly meandom!reader, sub!felix, degrading, plushie fucking, impliedĀ dacryphilia
Word count: 800
A/N: I needed to write something about this after reading it, sorry it took so longšmy writingās kinda shit in this one
18+ minors dni
āP-please,ā
It was pitiful, really.
The fat tears then ran down his flushed pink-stained cheeks, the way his body curled in on itself and twitched in anticipation.
The way his hands tightly gripped onto the poor stuffed animal that was lain victim to his lust, knuckles turning white.Ā
The way he begged for you to help him, whiny and needy, all while muttering over and over to himself how humiliating this was.
And it obviously was. With the way his hips moved at a quick pace, hammering against the poor stuffed toy in such a way that could only remind you of a rabbit in heat.
āPlease what, Lixie?ā
He let out a sob, looking up at you with big pleading eyes, watery and full of unshed tears-searing heat all throughout your body. Teeth worked against your bottom lip. āH-help me,ā
Yes, it was very pitiful indeed.
And you loved it.
āNo.ā
He let out a long whine, comical in how high it was compared to his normal voice. āWhy?ā
Finally you raised to your full height, coming off from where you leaned against the doorway to cross the room. He shivered with each step, goosebumps rising, eyes falling shut, tears escaping through the cracks.Ā
He needed this. Needed this so, so, so bad.Ā
But all that he could do was continue to fuck against the soft velvety fabric of the toy.
You traced a finger from clavicle to navel, nail following along the freckles and ridges of his toned body.
Other hand coming to cup his cheek, you caught a single tear on your finger. āOpen your eyes.ā He shook his head defiantly.Ā āDonāt make this harder on yourself.ā You cooed, smirking as the motions against his abdomen only proved to making him cry harder, his nipples so sensitive, making him so vocal.
Taking his chin in two fingers and stopping his hips with the other, you waited.Ā āCāmon Lix. Wanna see your pretty eyes as you act like a little slut.ā
He whimpered, everything all too much and all too little. Your hand on his waist, gentle but firm in holding back his movements. Your fingers, thumb just under his lips and pointer under his chin, forcing his face up. Your breath fanning over his face, so, so close, heād imagine if he leaned forwardĀ just a littleĀ your lips would be there.Ā
He was all too aware how sensitive his body was in this moment, a single touch from you in the right place could end it here and now.
All too much and all too little.
But he knew you were only gonna get angrier if he continued to act this way so his eyes fell open, greeted by your smile, the warmth in it not quite meeting your eyes.
āPlease.ā
The smile grew, a sense of glee filling your eyes.Ā āNo.ā
Your thumb swiped down, rubbing over his tip, toying with his slit in calculated circles, delectable broken moans flooding out with him, tears beginning to fall quicker and heavier.Ā āW-why?ā
āBecause baby,ā your voice was sickly sweet, sending a violent shudder down his spine as you kiss over the tear stains on his cheeks, the saltiness lingering on your lips. āBecause if youāre gonna break mommyās rules and I have to walk in on you humping your poor stuffy like a little bunny in heat, well,ā You pulled your hand and your lips away, your warmth retracting with it.
His thrusts stuttered and he broke into helpless whimper, trying to chase after your touch. āWell, you might as well just give mommy a full show bun.ā
āL-Lixie will be a good boy, promise!ā You coo at the whine, backing up to the end of the bed, settling yourself comfortably for the show.
āAww, so cute,ā he shivers at the praise, ābut Lixie shouldāve thoughtāve that before he decided to be a little whore.ā
Your icy tone shouldnāt turn him on the way it does, shouldnāt make his pace jolt faster like it does. But it does and all he can do is mewl and accept the fact that the filthy mean things you say to him make him feel this way.
āAnd Lixie,ā Your sweet tone is intoxicating, dizzying in how it switches over from the cold, mean tone to this, warm and making him feel all fuzzy inside.Ā
You reach over the bed, petting sweat-soaked hair off his face.Ā āNo cumming until I say you can.ā The command has him nodding with a whine, rutting faster, feeling the knot deep in his tummy get tighter.
āJust keep being a pretty little whore and maybe, just maybe Iāll give Lixie a reward.ā
A dumb smile crosses his face.
Truly pitiful.
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Spare some rabastan lestrange for the needy plsš¤² (iām the needy and iād like to know what you think about his dynamic with his brothers)
Sigh, fine Iāll guess Iāll spare some pennies. Thank you for the ask! This is kinda scatter brained and kinda focused on Rodolphus to like parallel/paint how the brothers are together with they are separate and yeah I dunno I threw up
So usually I internalize whatever @florsial (formal apology to you pookie, Im about to act out of line š«¶) says about Rabastan because we tend to agree on things surrounding him but I think we definitely view Rodolphus differently. Which is fine, he barely exists as a character and I think itās just representative of how we fundamentally view sibling relationships differently. Like I donāt know what it is with me, but I feel the need ti make every sibling relationship I write for either fanfiction or my own work complicated as hell.
So Rodolphus Lestrange. I think heās a lot like Orion Black. Like he probably even looked up to him kind of when he grew up, (which is kinda funny because Rodolphus probably isnāt much younger than him if at all considering my headcanon that both walburga and Orion were young when they had both their children to kind of get it out of the way) and you can see that in like a lot of how he just is. Hes āstoicā but actually just doesnāt feel a lot of emotions and doesnāt pretend he does, heās probably like a hair away from being an alcoholic but he doesnāt drink because he knows that (unlike Orion who is very much an alcoholic), hes antisocial and physically annoyed around people because he doesnāt understand why they are as āefficientā as he is and looks down on all of them.
Heās very work oriented, so much so that he doesnāt really have a life outside of it at all. Heās always been the twin the family knew to count on and he always liked having the title so he never had a rebellious stage or any real anger towards his expectations beyond being tired at the end of a particularly grueling work day. I think the only work hes expected to do that he actively doesnāt work towards doing is producing heirs. He doesnāt like kids, he thinks theyāre loud and messy and they get in the way of a schedule. Itās like the only thing him and Bellatrix agree on since she also wants nothing to do with kids. (Also quick note on their marriage, I think they pretty much ignore each other and thatās their idea of what theyāll be like forever. When in public together they put on the ābetter than youā couple mask but in every other scenario they live completely separate lives and actively avoid each other or theyāll find something to fight about.) like the general vibe I could sum him up with is, yes heās Rabastanās twin, but everyone whoās ever talked with him assumes heās like a decade older and just aged well.
So to contrast that with Rabastan, who was never really expected to be anything and never proved anyone wrong, heās the sort of kid his mother defends no matter what but he father actively tries to forget about. The exact sort Rodolphus looks down on. He canāt help itās his brother, heās still below him. And that would be easier to accept if Rabastan stopped proving it over and over. He had to act out in school, he had to move where mother couldnāt find at seventeen, he had to preach to the family that they were āimmoralā or whatever, and then he had to preach it to a child, and then he had to marry the child. Like, Rodolphus isnāt a good man by many means, but his lack of feeling or empathy towards people gives him a more head on view of them. And his head on view of his brother is that heās useless, dramatic, and so desperate to be anything heāll lie to a little girl to get her to view him that way. And not to say Rodolphus is any better since he witnessed first hand what his brother was doing, he literally walked in on the two hiding away to make out in a corner when regulus was still fifteen and his brother was the same age as himself and just turned back around and never mentioned it to anyone. A truly good person probably wouldāve done something. Good thing thatās not what heās trying to be.
(Also unrelated but I wanna circle back to a point @florsial has that I love about how Rabastan and Regulus are a couple who tries to nuclear and domestic but fails, I feel like thatās a joke on its own especially in this context. The idea that Rodolphus is the nuclear working man so Rabastan must parallel him by being a family man, he just isnāt. Yes heās closer with his wife than his brother is, and yes that could be something he has over Rodolphus but pretty much no one in their family is proud of Rabastan for his teenage wife and itās not like their perfect or anything.)
Rodolphus has probably told Rabastan he thinks this only once since heās usually content to be quiet about it. He probably broke and yelled about how Rabastan will never be anything ro even get his shit together and it wonāt matter because no one has hope he will and it hurts because Rodolphus was never given that leeway and it must be fucking nice to have. Rabastan probably doubles back with how much it must be nice for anyone to give a shit about you, to not only exoect things from you but love you even more when you deliver. They probably kept fighting until Rodolphus, as always, gets tired and shuts it down and goes home.
Because even a man who feels nothing has breaking points, especially when Rabastan keeps fucking pushing for one. And that was their relationship a lot of their life, I think. Rabastan desperately wanting to be seen and Rodolphus who is willingly blind. When they were younger that was ok, little kids before hogwarts just played together until father came to take Rodolphus away, growing boys at hogwarts who slowly drift apart when one doubles down on academics and the other found thereās more to do (and not for lack of desperate trying on the seconds behalf.) and then theyāre grown up and neither can place what really happened. Theyāre sure they used to love each other, at least they think so. And they donāt know what happened, because something must have happened. Right?
Yeah I dunno itās hard to continuously explain but I think whatās tragic about them is that itās needless. Rabastan could try ti be better and it would not only help his relationships but himself, Rodolphus could try ti be more and he same would happen to him. If either brother were better at being human then they would be better at loving each other. But theyāre not, so they canāt.
#sorry to tag you twice florsial youāre just so inspirational#theyāre both such failures damn#rabastan lestrange#rodolphus lestrange#Lestrange twins#bellatrix lestrange#trans regulus#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#orion black#the soldier and the violinist#rabastan x regulus#regulus x rabastan
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