#whit h

[iconsumedmygoldfish]

drdt fandom please revive i made a thing

is this at all accurate

[amberinn]

Sorry for the shit quality babes i think im on an artblock and for some reason i cant find myself to be interested in anything, and have any energy to move and take care of my responsibilities

I think David Chiem projected with mind beams his lack of motivation onto me

Charwhit 💖

I wanna post about them more

[quinntell]

literally all of his songs are so amazing and catchy

Hot Shit | Tom Cardy

[arc-misadventures]

Can we get team RWBY's reaction to Jaune helping Whitley get a date and actually start to bulk up

Do You Even Lift, Bro?!

: GrrRRrrrRRR?! RAAHHHH?!!

(Thud!)

: Ha haa haaa...

: H-How did I do...?

: Congratulations, you've managed to do half of a push up.

: I'm making progress!

: Yeah...

Jaune Arc, Huntsmen, Atlasian Specialist, and stuck between a love triangle of imaginable possibilities, both good, and bad. He was stuck on what was slowly becoming an impossible task: Training the twig of a human being, Whitely Schnee to bulk up, more so for his personal imagine, than anything else. His crush would probably like it if he bulked up a bit, but, Fiona didn't strike him as the type who was into muscles.

Jaune: Granted not being able to do a pushup, to being able to do half of a push up is an improvement. All be it an insignificant one...

Jaune: Okay, get up, we'll move on to weights...

Jaune offered, Whitely a hand who took it. Jaune effortlessly lifted him up, even getting some air in the process. Jaune was starting to think he needed to see a doctor, the boy was so light, he was starting to fear he was underweight, or something else.

Jaune: Okay, there's like... no strength in your arms, so we'll work on some dumbbells. Let's start with... five pounds. Okay?

Whitely: Okay!

Jaune handed over one five pound dumbbell, and when he grabbed it what happened, Jaune had expected to happen.

Whitely: Wa-Ahh?!

(Thud!)

Jaune: ...

Jaune watched as, Whitely effortlessly, and helplessly dropped the dumbbell, because it weighed too much, and the kid couldn't hold it in the air for one second.

Jaune: Haa... Okay... We'll start with a, two pound dumbbell...

Whitely: Okay...

Jaune handed, Whitely a two pound dumbbell, and while he was struggling to hold it, he didn't drop it at least.

Jaune: This is going to be harder than I expected...

Weiss: Jaune? Jaune is that you? What are you doing hereeeeeeeee...?

Jaune turned to see, Weiss staring at him with a faint blush across her face. Jaune was dressed in shorts, and a tight tee-shirt showing off his definitive muscles he gained from his life as a huntsmen.

Yang: Ahh, Weiss here you are what are you...?

Blake: Is something going on... Oh..

Ruby: Damn...

Jaune: Girls, can I help you?

Weiss: Ahh... y-yeah... What are you doing here... in the families home gym... and, since when did we have one?

Jaune: Oh, I'm just helping, Whit start his exercise routine.

Blake: Whit?

Jaune moved to the side to see, Whitely Schnee lifting a dumbbell. At least trying to that is.

Weiss: Whitely?!

Whitely: Hmm...? Oh, hi, Weiss!

Weiss: W-What are you doing here?

Whitely: Oh... I'm bulking up!

Weiss: Why?

Whitely: Well... Okay... Can you guys guess my age?

Ruby: Uhh... thirteen?

Blake: I'd say thirteen.

Yang: I agree, I'd guess your thirteen years old.

Whitely: Oh gods...

Weiss: What?! He's seventeen?!

Ruby: What?!

Yang: Seventeen...? This baby faced twig...?!

Blake: Bullshit.

Jaune: Yeah... I thought he was fourteen too. I recommended he change his diet, and bulk up so people don't think he's a kid. That, and he needs to put on some weight, this kid is as light a feather... See?

Whitely: Wha...? No, not again!

Jaune once again effortlessly picked up, Whitely by the scruff of his shirt, and held him in the air.

RWBY: ...

Yang: Ouch...

Weiss: How much do you weigh?!

Jaune: Hmmm...?

Weiss: Whoa...? Hey?!

Jaune grabbed, Weiss by her shirt, and held her in the air like he did with, Whitely. Jaune shook the pair up, and down for a moment.

Jaune: A little less then what, Weiss does.

Yang: Okay...

Blake: He didn't even have to try...?

Weiss: Put me down you brute?!

Jaune: Whoops. Sorry.

Jaune then let the to go, with, Weiss landing gracefully on her feet, while, Whitely fell flat on his ass.

Whitely: Ow!

Jaune: Oh, sorry, Whit.

Whitely: It's okay. I should have been prepared for the drop.

Blake: Why are you calling him, Whit?

Jaune: It's just a nickname I gave him. And, also a cover for when he goes down to, Mantle again.

Weiss: You've been to, Mantle?!

Whitely: Hasn't everyone?

Weiss: It's a dangerous place with lots of people that would harm you!

Whitely: I know that. Do you think I go dressed as in my suit when I go down there, no, I looked like some skater kid when I'm down there. No one recognizes me. You didn't recognize me when I 'bumped' into you.

Weiss: You bumped into me when we're were in, Mantle?

Ruby: Were you the guy that almost made, Weiss trip?

Whitely: Yep! That was me~!

Weiss: You...?! I almost fell into a pool of dirty water, because of you?!

Whitely: Really? I hadn't notice that.

Weiss: Grr! Why you little twerp?!

Jaune: You nearly did that? Maybe you should bulk up too, Weiss.

Weiss: Excuse me?!

Jaune: Now then, is there something we can help you with? Otherwise, Whitely needs to continue his exercises. Get back to it, Whit!

Whitely: Okay.

Blake: No, we were just here because we heard you voice, and we were curious about what you were doing here.

Jaune: Okay.

Whitely: How many of these should I do?

Jaune: When it starts to hurt, count to twenty.

Whitely: But, it already hurts!

Jaune: Then start counting!

Whitely: Grrr...

Ruby: Well, we're going to some shoppes in, Atlas... do you... do you want to come with us...?

Jaune: No thank you, I don't need anything.

Ruby: Oh... o-okay...

Yang, Blake, and Weiss shared a look before making a silent agreement that they needed to end this, and leave before anything happened.

Blake: We better get going...

Weiss: Yeah, don't want to miss the next airship.

Yang: Well, good luck, Whitely!

Whitely: Thank you!

Yang: And, Jaune, keep on looking fine, and hoooooowwWWW?!

: He's looking like what, Yang?

Weiss: W-Winter?

The members of team, RWBY turned to see, Winter Schnee. Smiling a warmthless smile as she was crushing, Yang shoulder.

Yang: H-He's looking...?! Looking...?! Owowowowowo! Please let me go!

Winter: Looking like what, Yang~?

Yang: H-He's looking like a strong, and dependable senior helping out his young disciple?!

Winter: That's right~!

Winter smiled as she walked past, Yang letting go of her shoulder in the process.

Yang: Ahhh?! Ha haaa...?!

Blake: Are you okay?

Yang: Woman's got a grip like a mechanical vice?!

Winter: Now then, why don't you run along girls. I will help, Jaune here with, Whitely's training.

Ruby: A-Are you sure you don't want our help...?!

Winter then turned bending down as she placed her hands on, Ruby's shoulder. Introducing her to her mechanical vice like grip as she stared daggers at, Ruby.

Winter: Listen here you little pipsqueak! I understand you want to make amends with, Jaune. But, my shows about to begin, and I don't want some little brat interrupting me, and my himbo hunk of a white knight! So kindly turn around, and get the fuck out of here! Okay~?

Ruby: O-O-O-Okay?!

Winter: Wonderful~!

With that, Team RWBY made a swift escape, unless they deal with the wrath of a woman in love.

Winter: Ahh~! Say, Jaune?

Jaune: Yeah?

Winter: I can help set up a proper training regium for, Whitely. Why don't you get some exercise yourself; Might I recommend the barbell?

Jaune: Sure, that wouldn't hurt.

Jaune walked over to the barbell, put it on his shoulders, and started doing some lifts. White, Jaune was doing this, Winter stared on, biting her lips as she watched his muscles bulge as he exerted them.

Winter: Mmmm~! Mama likey~!

Whitely: Sister, can you not do that in front of me?

Winter: Let me salivate over my man, or I'll tell, Weiss about your date with, Fiona.

Whitely: Very good, have a nice day, Winter.

Winter: Mmmm~! Eat your heart out, Robyn~! He's all mine for today~!

~~~

Fiona: What's wrong with blue balloons?

Robyn: My colours are red, and green, also some browns, but red, and green balloons are what's needed for my victory celebration, not...?!

Fiona: ...

Fiona: R-Robyn? Is something wrong?

Robyn: I can feel it!

Fiona: Feel what...?

Robyn: That bitch is trying to steal my man!

Fiona: ...

Fiona: Okay.

[thinkingaboutevans]

✨️ Porn links F1 edition ✨️

Porn links, mainly Charles leclerc and others drivers i simp for, whit this i visualising better whenever im reading smuts. English is not my first language, so im sorry if i wrote something wrong.

last update: 24 May 2024

C H A R L E S   L E C L E R C

Charles having fun with his little girl | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

Sub!Charles | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Dom!Charles | 2 |

Charles is obsessed with your boobs | 2 |

Making love | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Charles wants to be a daddy (bre3ding k!nk) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Eating pussy | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Im a family guy, I love familiar (breeding k1nk) | 3 |

Prema!Charles | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

Tits job

Supporting Ferrari strategy |

We fight we fuck

Kissies | 2 |

L E W I S H A M I L T O N

Cuming inside

C A R L O S S A I N Z

Size kink | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

Take your frustrations out on me after a Long Day at work

Breakfast

D A N I E L R I C C I A R D O

Cowgirl |

T O T O W O L F F

like a fine wine better with age

F1

[spiderthesenutz]

(S/H/N) means superhero name!

This was requested by @cadelinhadochoso

Hey can you do Pavitr prabhakar x reader like some headcanons whit reader being also a super hero?

Pavitr Prabhakar x superhero! Reader

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

You’ve got similar powers to doctor strange- but you wear a mask because you know for a fact if Pavitr saw you in danger- powers or not- he would immediately get you the fuck outta dodge

I feel like you know he’s Spider-Man but he doesn’t know you’re (S/H/N)

You definitely go out of your way to flirt with him just to watch him get indignant

“Hey handsome after this would you like to get coffee”

“FOR THE LAST TIME I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND”

He does figure it out eventually

Because I’m dramatic I imagine the reveal being like this:

Pavitr: *barges into your room without knocking*

Y/n: *using their powers to turn back time on a broken tv*

Pavitr:

Y/n:

Pavitr: YOUVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH ME THIS ENTIRE TIME?!?!?!

Y/n: yes.

Y’all become the power duo of the city

Seeing as you have an enchanted cape that can make you fly- you definitely race to see what’s faster- swinging, or flying!

[whymaige]

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[rachelcommitscrimes]

Random physical traits i think the DRDT cast has (headcanons)

TW for S/H

Hu- somewhat traditional chinese makeup (idk what its called), muffin top/pudgy stomach, stretch marks, fangs (trust me on this one guys)

Teruko- A LOT of scars/scratches, leg/arm hair (doesn’t shave much bc she’s scared she’ll get cut)

David- Self harm scars on forearm (faded), light makeup/contouring (he dislikes his face)

Levi- Stubble, silver tooth at the back

Ace- Crooked/abnormal teeth, short nails from biting, thinning hair

Charles- BRACES!!!

Xander- Light facial hair, bruises, scratches

Nico- Self harm scars, animal bites/scratches

Arturo- Braces, long fingers, manicured nails

Whit- several ear piercings, colored contact lenses

J- Freckles, gap tooth, snake bites

Arei- Contact lenses, faded wounds from bullying

Rose- Dark circles, eyebags, messy hands

Eden- Dimples, gap tooth

Veronika- she at least has a little chub trust me guys, sh scars on thigh, fake fangs, occasional elaborate makeup, eyebrow piercing

Min- HEAVY eyebags, dark circles, underweight

[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 17

Prompt: Morning

Words: 900

TW: Explicit Sex, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha Relationship, Intersex Alphas, Knotting (Not sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

I hadn't realized, but we're now over halfway through Ghoaptober! Time flies.

Another smut entry, but fluffy abo stuff this time. This was just meant to be cockwarming, but the devious hindbrain demanded abo.

Enjoy!

Soap was pulled from his blissful sleep by a shard of the morning sun sneaking into the room through a -previously insignificantly- small gap in the curtains to assault Soap’s eyes. Grumbling, he turned his head down, hiding from the light by nuzzling into the warm skin between Ghost’s shoulder blades. Last night had been one of the rare times that Ghost had wanted to be the little spoon in their cuddling and Soap was basking in the heart-melting feeling of having the warm weight of his Mate safely held in his arms. 

Soap was knocked from his renewed dozing by Ghost grinding his hips back against Soap’s very interested morning wood. 

“Si?” He mumbled blearily, not wanting to take advantage of Ghost if he was moving unconsciously, “Ye up?”

“Yeah.” Came the rasp of Ghost’s morning voice, his head turning just enough on the pillow to peek at Soap with one lovely brown eye. 

“Feelin’ guid?” Soap gripped at Ghost’s hip as the bigger Alpha kept rocking back against him, a lovestruck smile climbing onto his lips at the content little affirming hum Ghost gave him, “Did ye wannae ge’ off jus’ like this?” 

Soap slid a hand around to cradle the hot weight of Ghost’s cock through the little hoochie shorts the man liked wearing to bed. Ghost gave a negating whine, but couldn't resist humping forward to chase the warm grip of his Mate’s hand. 

“Want you in me,” He mumbled, turning his head away to burrow into the pillow, but reaching a hand back to clamp needily on Soap’s hip. 

“Alrigh’, mo chridhe.” Soap soothed, “Ah’ll give ye whit ye wan’.”

He pulled down his and Ghost’s bottoms then patted around for the lube. Once he'd found it he coated his fingers and backed his hips up so he could reach down in between them. He touched gently, teasing his fingers behind Ghost's balls then dragging them back to pet over his slit. 

“This whit ye wan’?” Soap asked, he had taken Ghost’s slit last night so he should still be loose enough to not need too much prep, unless he wanted to have Soap in his ass instead. 

Ghost nodded wordlessly into the pillow, grinding down and clamping his thick thighs together to trap Soap’s hand where it was. Soap pushed forward with two fingers, Ghost’s moan raking a shiver down his spine. Ghost’s slit was wondrously sensitive on a normal day, after how hard he’d ridden Soap’s dick yesterday it must be especially tender this morning. Soap thrust just long enough to spread the lube around, then withdrew his hand and rocked his hips forward to notch the head of his cock against the small gape of Ghost’s entrance. Ghost’s hips juddered with hungry anticipation and he dug his fingers into the hip he still hadn’t released, his claws prickling over Soap’s skin

Gently easing forward until his balls tapped the back of Ghost’s thighs, Soap reveled in the hot wet clutch of Ghost’s welcoming insides and obeyed his instincts to lick mindlessly over Ghost’s shoulders, paying special attention to the scar of their Mating Bite. 

“No, no.” Ghost protested when Johnny pulled back and gave a few thrusts. Urging him back in by the hip until they were thigh-to-thigh, then giving a demonstrative grind, keeping Soap’s cock fully seated in his channel, “Like this.”

“Any’hing ye wan’, mo chridhe.” Soap acquiesced and began grinding his hips to rock his dick into Ghost without pulling free. He reached forward to wrap his arm over Ghost’s chest again, pressing their torso’s tight together. 

The delicious heat of Johnny’s cock stretching him out coupled with the firm cherishing way he kept squeezing Ghost and kissing at his nape had the bigger Alpha purring embarrassingly quickly. The blissful rumble immediately pulling a shameless returning purr from Soap. 

Soap fell into a mindless doze, overwhelmed by the smell of his happy horny Mate, his Alphaic hindbrain extremely pleased that he was taking such good care of his Mate, but the feeling of his knot starting to swell knocked him from his haze.

“Wan’ tae be knotted, mo chridhe?” He asked, ready to pull out if Ghost didn’t want to be tied this morning. 

“Please,” Ghost whined, tipping his head to look back at Soap with big pleading eyes, arching his neck to tempt his Mate with his bared Mating Gland. 

Soap let loose a possessive growl, Ghost knew exactly how to push his buttons and get what he wanted. He snapped forward to gnaw at the offered skin and ground his hips in tight to make sure his knot was properly past Ghost’s rim so he wouldn’t tear him. The sweet moans pouring from Ghost as he stretched over Soap’s knot only tossed gas onto the raging fire of instincts that were demanding Soap claim his Mate.

His Mate. His alone. He’d tear apart anyone else that tried to touch him. Kill anyone that looked. 

Ghost increasingly lecherous mewls clued Soap into the fact that he’d been muttering all that aloud. Not that he could stop himself.

Eventually, they both calmed. Their instincts contented after Soap’s knot had fully inflated and securely tied them together, they settled down into their sleepy warm dozing again. 

“Tha gaol agam ort, mo chridhe.” Soap murmured against Ghost’s skin. 

“Love you, Johnny.” Ghost returned, and released Johnny's hip to grab his hand, bringing it up to plant an adoring kiss on his palm.

Thank You For Reading!

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[rekino2114]

Is Valentine's Day prompt: 10 🩷 Chocolate lipstick for teruko tawaki from Danganronpa despair time on the board?

Teruko testing chocolate lipstick on you

Pairing:teruko tawaki x gn reader

Prompts list

"I.....uh.....don't wear lipstick"

"Whaaaat? No way,why?, I think you'd look way prettier with it"

Teruko glared at whit but decided to ignore his remark

"I never wipe it right, and it always gets on my teeth. One time, I got sick because some of it somehow ended up in my stomach"

".........how?"

"I'd like to know that too"

"Anyway you won't have to worry about that, cause this is edible........probably"

"What do you mean probably?"

"It's chocolate lipstick so it's gotta be......I think"

"It's lipstick......made of chocolate?"

"No it's probably just chocolate flavored lipstick"

"Why would anyone want flavored lipstick? much less chocolate flavored lipstick"

"Cause it makes kisses have flavor, who wouldn't want that? Also, because of valentine's day"

"Whatever, I don't want it anyway"

"I mean, you were the one to ask me for romantic stuff to do for y/n"

"Yeah, cause I have no idea what to do, I've checked everywhere, and literally all of the chocolates and flowers are sold out, and with my terrible handwriting, there's no way I can write a cute love letter that's readable"

"Then you should have made plans earlier"

"I DID but somehow everything got sold just when I went there to buy everything"

"Oh yeah......forgot about your luck problem"

"If you're not gonna be helpful then leave"

"I am being helpful. The chocolate lipstick is a good idea. You like kissing y/n, right?"

His question causes teruko to blush and look away

"Y-yeah"

"Now you can kiss them and make it chocolate flavored, isn’t that neat?"

"That's dumb...........but-"

Teruko took the lipstick out of whit's hand and looked it over before sighing

"I have literally no other option and don't wanna seem like a bad girlfriend so.....thanks I guess"

"No problem, if you ever need relationship help just remember your favorite matchmaker is always available"

"You're.....the only matchmaker I know"

"So? I'm still your favorite"

Teruko sighed and went to the bathroom to try the lipstick on. She found that it didn't make her lips stand out that much on her already tan skin but maybe that was for the better.

She went outside and found you standing on a bench using your phone, she got closer and sat next to you

"Oh hi teru, what's up?"

"Nothing much, u-uh h-happy valentine's day by the way"

"Oh hehe, thank you, don't think I forgot about that, I already have the gifts ready, I just wanted to give them to you after class"

"Y-yeah thanks, i-i have something for you too"

"Really? What is it?"

"Uh......t-this"

Teruko blushed even harder and got closer to you kissing your cheek and leaving a brown kiss mark on it

"Oh, you're wearing lipstick. That's unusual, but you look really pretty and your kisses are amazing either way"

"Thanks but it's not just......normal lipstick"

"What is it?"

"Let me know if you can taste it"

The ultimate lucky student kissed you again, on the lips this time, you kissed her back for a moment before realizing something and pulling back

"Oh it tastes like......chocolate?"

"Yeah, it's chocolate flavored lipstick, whit gave it to me, I know it's dumb but I really wanted to do something for you today and all my plans got ruined so-"

"I don't think it's dumb teru, I love chocolate and your kisses so this is perfect"

"R-really?"

"Yeah, by the way, you could have gotten nothing and I still wouldn't have said anything, I love you and anything you do for me is great in my opinion"

"No, getting you nothing would have just made me feel shitty, but I'm still glad you like it.......i-i love you too"

"That's great"

You got up and kisses her cheek, making her blush again

"Now how about we continue this chocolate flavored kissing session in my dorm later, I can give you the gifts and we can make out"

"That sounds great, I'll give you something special there, it's the least I could do"

"Hehe, I really can't wait teru"

[moonlightstardemon]

HYBRID RESERVATIN

Shark, Werewolf, Pantger x hybrid bird reader

This is my first post so please forgove any mistakes or of it's poor wrriten😅

Being a hybrid in the new world is hard. Some are forced into slavery, some are made pets. Humans see their sibling-species as a lower life form, and therefore treat them like one. You used to happily live out in the forest as an eighteen year old fox hybrid, smaller than most, but not quite a runt.

But a few days ago you were captured by large men in black uniforms. They carried large guns and barely spoke at all. You were transported to a holding cell where you were tested for aggressiveness and your overall health was checked. After determining that you would be fit for the large hybrid pens, you were guided through long white hallways and corridors until eventually reaching a large metal door. A few men in white coats with clipboards stand off to the side by a window you can’t see past.

The doors slide open with a beep, and you’re kicked into the room.

Hybrids of all sizes and species roam around the room, training in one area, relaxing in another. A few wolf hybrids recline in the middle, glancing your way when the doors slam shut. Looks like you’re trapped here.

You look around curiosly and you fly up and build a comfortabel nest for yourself and you curl it in

As you settle into your cozy little nest, you notice a few of the other hybrids eyeing you with interest. Thorne, the largest wolf hybrid, lets out a low growl and pads closer, his muscular frame towering over yours. His sharp teeth glint in the fluorescent lighting as he sniffs the air near you.

Ajax, the massive shark hybrid, swims lazily around his tank, occasionally breaching the surface to snap his powerful jaws. He seems more amused than threatening, but you know better than to underestimate him.

Kael, a sleek black panther, lounges nearby, his piercing green eyes fixed on you. He stretches languidly, his tail swishing back and forth. You get the feeling he might pounce if given the chance.

You look at Thorne Ajax and Kael as you smile and you wave at the three of them

Thorne's ears flatten against his head as he growls again, baring his teeth. He takes a step closer, his hot breath washing over you. It's clear he doesn't appreciate your friendly gesture.

Ajax, however, seems intrigued. He surfaces from the water and regards you with a curious expression, his sharp teeth gleaming. He tilts his head to the side, almost as if asking a question.

Kael remains still, his emerald gaze never leaving yours. He seems to be sizing you up, assessing whether you're worth approaching or not. After a moment, he rises to his feet and pads over to you, his movements fluid and graceful.

Once close enough, he leans down, his whiskers brushing against your face as he sniffs you.

You smile and chuckle as Kael's whiskers brush against your face

"Hey it tickles!"

Kael's ears perk up at your laughter, and he gives a soft chuff, clearly pleased by your reaction. He nuzzles your cheek gently before standing back up and regarding you with a curious expression.

Thorne, still looking grumpy, huffs and turns away, clearly uninterested in your attempts at friendliness. Ajax watches the interaction with rapt attention, his fins slicing through the water as he moves closer to the glass separating his enclosure from the rest of the room.

A scientist in a white coat approaches, clipboard in hand. He scans the room, his gaze landing on you and the hybrids surrounding you. With a nod, he makes a notation on his paper before moving on to observe the others.

It's clear that you've caught the attention of at least a few of the hybrids, and possibly the staff as well.

You look at the Scientist and smile as you hug him

"PAPA!"

It was true after all your mouther was a beautiful paradise bird whit little to no human features and him a human

You nuzzle his neck cause you missed him

The scientist freezes, his eyes widening in shock as you embrace him and call him "Papa". He stammers, trying to pull away from your affectionate nuzzle, but you hold tight.

Around you, the other hybrids watch the scene unfold with varying degrees of curiosity and alarm. Thorne growls low in his throat, while Kael's ears flatten against his head. Ajax simply observes, seemingly unconcerned by the sudden development.

After a moment, the scientist manages to extricate himself from your grasp, holding you at arm's length. He looks at you with a mix of surprise, concern, and something akin to fear.

"Sorry sweety that i have to put you in here, but bad humans are distroing the forests so i can not leave out there but..." He trails off, clearly struggling to process this revelation.

You look up at him and smile and kiss his cheek

"It's ok papa! I still love you papa!"

You let go off him and follow him around the enclouser curiosly

The scientist's cheeks flush red as he rubs the spot where you kissed him, clearly flustered by your display of affection. He glances around nervously, making sure none of the other staff members are witnessing this intimate moment.

"Ah, um, yes, well... Let's just focus on getting you settled in here for now, okay?" He leads you further into the enclosure, gesturing towards a small, enclosed area with a cot and a few personal belongings.

As you enter the space, you notice a few familiar items among the possessions: a stuffed animal, a book, and a photo album. It seems they brought some of your personal effects from home.

"The other hybrids will be joining you soon," the scientist explains, his voice still tinged with uncertainty. "In the meantime, I'll leave you to... acclimate."

"Alredy? But!-"

Before you can finish your sentence, the scientist hurries out of the enclosure, closing the door behind him with a firm click. You hear his footsteps receding down the hallway.

Left alone, you pace back and forth in your small quarters, feeling a growing sense of unease. The door locks automatically, trapping you inside. Outside, the sounds of the other hybrids continue - growls, chirps, splashes, and the occasional bark or meow.

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, followed by a deep, rumbling voice. "Hey, sweetheart. Open up."

You recognize the tone immediately. It's Thorne, the gruff wolf hybrid who seemed so hostile earlier. Despite your reservations, a part of you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words.

You smile and open the door

"Thorne!"

Thorne steps into your quarters, his imposing figure filling the small space. He closes the door behind him and leans against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Well, well, well... Look what we got here," he says, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and predatory interest as his gaze roams over your petite form. "Seems like our little bird has a thing for big, bad wolves."

He takes a step closer, his height and bulk making you feel tiny and vulnerable. Yet, despite the intimidating aura he exudes, there's an undeniable allure to his rugged appearance and confident demeanor.

"So, what's a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this, hmm?" Thorne's warm breath washes over your face as he looms over you, his proximity both thrilling and unnerving.

"I don't know papa sayed i will be liveing here since the other bad humans destryed almost most of the forests"

You say and fly up your nest and look down at him

"Honestly it's better in here i'm safe it's warm i have food"

Thorne chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through the air. He pushes off the door and follows your gaze upwards, his eyes tracking your flight to the nest.

"Oh, is that so?" He questions, his tone laced with skepticism as he studies you perched high above. His gaze is intense, almost piercing, as if trying to read your thoughts.

"Well, I suppose it's understandable, given the circumstances," he concedes, his voice softer now. "But don't think for a second that just because you're safe here, you won't catch my eye."

With that, Thorne begins to undress, revealing his powerful physique bit by bit. His muscles ripple beneath his skin as he sheds his clothing, until he stands before you completely naked, his arousal already evident.

"I'm not like those other humans, sweetheart,"

"I know your a werewolf right?"

Thorne smirks, his sharp canines glinting in the light as he nods. "That's right, baby girl. Full-blooded lupine. And when the moon rises, I transform into a beast unlike any other."

He takes a step closer to the edge of your nest, his eyes gleaming with a primal hunger as he stares up at you. "Imagine being taken by a creature of myth and legend... A wild, untamed force that can't be tamed."

Thorne's massive hands grip the edge of your perch, his fingers brushing against your feathers as he leans in, his hot breath washing over your face once more. "Would you like that, little one? To be claimed by a monster like me?"

His words are a provocative challenge, daring you to submit to his primal desire. You tilt your head quiet oblivious

"Your not a monster

Your just like everybody else you eat you sleep you dream you need a mate

Oh witch reminds me why there are little to no females here?

I mean i saw a few but only thouse that have mates alredy inrest i didn't see any other singel female?"

Thorne's expression darkens at your question, his eyes narrowing as he releases the edge of your nest and takes a step back. "You're right about needing a mate, sweetheart. We hybrids are driven by instinct, especially when it comes to finding a compatible partner."

He runs a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched in thought. "As for the lack of single females, well... Let's just say the scientists here have certain... preferences when it comes to breeding stock."

Thorne's gaze turns calculating, his attention shifting from you to the closed door of your quarters. "But that doesn't mean there aren't opportunities for a clever bird like yourself. If you play your cards right, you might just find yourself mated to one of us sooner rather than later."

He winks, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Well dad sayed i can chouse actuly since i'm the child of a scientist i can chouse"

You say as you play whit my stuffed toy that was a teddybear gifted by ypur father and mouther

Thorne's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your declaration, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Is that so? Well, well, well... Looks like our little princess has some clout after all."

He saunters closer, his movements fluid and predatory, as if sizing you up like prey. "So, which one of us do you think would make the perfect mate, hmm? Maybe you'd fancy a strong, dominant alpha like myself..."

Thorne reaches out, his calloused fingers grazing your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. "...or perhaps you'd prefer someone a bit more... refined, like Ajax over there?"

He jerks his head toward the shark hybrid's enclosure, where the sleek predator circles its tank with a hungry gleam in its eye.

You look at him curiosly then you see him swim throu a tub and in to the lake in your enclouser that aperently has a tube conected to his enclouser

"Hey Ajax!"

You smile and wave then you hear some noises up there and you see Kael somehow fiting in a hole to your enclouser and you look up at him and smile

"Hey Kael!"

Kael grins down at you, his angular features illuminated by the soft glow emanating from the aquarium walls. He's surprisingly agile, easily navigating the narrow access tunnel to reach your enclosure.

"Hey there, cutie," he greets, his voice smooth as silk. "Looks like you've got quite the view up there, huh?"

Kael leans against the glass, his lean frame casting a long shadow across the water below. His eyes, a mesmerizing blend of blue and green, hold yours captive as he speaks.

"You know, I've been watching you, Ariana. Ever since they brought you here, I've been fascinated by your spirit, your fire. It's rare to find someone as bold and beautiful as you in this place."

He tilts his head, studying you intently.

"Do you need help to get out of that hole-"

You see him lazily slip throu the hole and on to a branch clouse to you lazily laying on it

"Guess not

Also i didn't know there was a tube conecting your and mine enclousers Ajax"

Ajax chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that resonates through the water as he floats effortlessly near the glass separating your enclosures. "Nope, don't need any help getting around. Just gotta know how to use these tubes and tunnels to my advantage."

He gives a lazy flick of his tail, sending ripples through the clear liquid surrounding him. "And yeah, the scientists set up these connections between the enclosures. Makes things... interesting, wouldn't you say?"

Ajax's gaze drifts over to Kael, who's still perched on the branch beside you, before returning to meet your eyes once more. "So, what do you think of our little setup here, Ariana? Pretty cozy, huh?"

"Mhm!"

You smile as your bird tail mouves hapily catching Thorne's Jael's and Ajax's attention that you are in a good mode

Thorne and i were talking about mateing! I got lucky since my father is a scientist here i can chouse whit who i mate whit!

"I can chouse from the hybrids in this enclouser to the human scientist! Althou none of the humans have caught my attention

Plus i like to fly a lot so i would need a hybreed mate that keeps up whit my speed!"

Thorne's ears perk up at your announcement, a wide grin spreading across his face as he strides closer to the glass. "Well now, isn't that something? Our little princess gets to pick her own mate!"

He leans in, his reflection distorted by the curved surface of the enclosure as he fixes you with a heated stare. "And let me tell you, sweetheart, I'd be more than happy to keep up with you. In every sense of the word."

Thorne's paw reaches out, tracing the outline of your form through the glass as if attempting to touch you. "Just imagine it - soaring through the skies together, free and wild, with nothing but the wind rushing past us. And when we return to this place, I'll show you just how much I can satisfy your needs."

Ajax and Kael had to interfire as possibel suiters

Kael chimes in, his melodic voice carrying an undercurrent of competition as he addresses you. "Now hold on a second, Thorne. Don't go promising things you can't deliver."

He hops off the branch, landing gracefully on the floor of your enclosure, his lithe form moving with feline agility. Kael approaches you slowly, his mismatched eyes locked onto yours. "I may not have wings, Ariana, but I assure you, I can keep pace with you in my own way. My reflexes are lightning-fast, and my stamina is... unmatched."

A sly smirk plays at the corners of his mouth as he continues "Plus, I can offer you experiences that Thorne never could. A different kind of thrill, if you catch my drift."

Then Ajax chimens in not wanting to louse in this compettion

Ajax's powerful tail swishes through the water, creating small waves that lap against the glass as he addresses you, his deep voice tinged with amusement and something darker, more primal. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of leaving you ladies to sort this out alone. Where's the fun in that?"

He propels himself towards the connecting tube, his muscular body gliding effortlessly through the water until he emerges in your enclosure, droplets cascading off his sleek skin. Ajax rises to his full height, towering over both you and Kael, his presence commanding and undeniably.

"Listen up, because I'm only going to say this once," he growls, his eyes flashing with intensity as they bore into yours. "I don't care about keeping pace or offering thrills. What I can give you is raw, unbridled passion."

Thorne, Ajax and Kael bouth look at you waiting to see who will you chouse out of the three of them

So dear reader who will you chouse? A panther? A Shark? Or a werewolf?

I might make a part 2 maybe

[astrylx]

Supernatural S.5 Ep.4 - The End - Liveblog

This episode appears to be a zombie episode. I am intrigued. I'm a very hit or miss person when it comes to zombie type stories. When I like them, they typically either satirize the genre or expand on science behind it. I'm expecting neither from Supernatural.

The demons have the Colt. Interesting. I'm curious how this is going to play out. I love Cas on the phone by the way. Is Castiel actually going to wait there all night?

SAM! He's telling Dean everything, is he? Fuck. The way Dean treats it too, I can't tell how he actually feels. If he's masking his emotions or he's just come to not be able to fully care because of everything that's happened. Or if he's shut himself out of feeling. I can't tell. But them acting like this with one another doesn't feel right.

"Stay away from each other for good." You can't mean that. You don't... actually mean that, right?

Is this Dean's way of protecting Sam, as he always has, as he has always done? Or is it his way of protecting himself?

Now is Dean going to see what it's like when he doesn't have Sam? Is this the Trickster again? Ngl, I kind of hope it is, because I absolutely adore the Trickster and want more of him. He's one of my favorite characters.

Croatoan... Whelp. That helps explain it. Makes sense too. I should have expected it, but I'm not going to lie, I kind of forgot that episode even though I really liked it. Probably because I watched it while sick. I wonder what this means for Sam though, because as previously established, Sam is immune. I also wonder if Dean is immune since even though he doesn't have demon blood, he is the vessel of Michael. I also wonder what demon released the virus. Setting my bets on either Lucifer or more likely, Meg.

Holy shit- the fucking military arsenal-

It's Zachariah, not Trickster. Fuck. Fuck that man, I hate him.

In this world Bobby is dead, isn't he? I hate that. I know eventually in this show Bobby will die, and when he does, that will probably be when this show actually makes me cry.

Castiel is in the photo? I'm confused. This episode is confusing me.

Dean just knocked out Dean? I am so confused.

As I proud hater of time travel (in almost all circumstances, Kurt Vonnegut with Billy being stuck in time, you are an exception), I am already not that big of a fan of this episode. It's two things I tend not to like in one: time travel and zombies. Yet we persist. So it goes.

So Sam is dead. Didn't Lucifer say he would revive him, though?

"You weren't with him?" Dean you literally hung up on him a few hours earlier. You said it was better off apart. No shit you weren't with him. Not to be a hater, of course. I understand how you're feeling. I can see the realization hitting your eyes. I'm assuming by Dean saying they haven't talked in five years that the call from earlier is the last time they talk. Which. Wow what a last talk.

CHUCK! I like Chuck. I don't fully trust him, he gives me odd vibes. I think he's more than we've been told. But I like him! Actually scratch that, idk if I like him because he talks to Becky and I fucking HATE Becky.

Cas sticking by Dean... Curious.

WTF HAPPENED TO CAS- WHAT- W H A T - I AM AGOG - I CAN'T- ORGY? I FEAR I HAVE TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT- I feel bad for him though because I can imagine everything it took to get him to that point.

The Colt.

Okay I think I'm getting it now. Sam isn't dead, Lucifer is in him, future Dean is going to use the Colt to kill Sam.

"Are you coming?" "Of course." Castiel... Oh Castiel...

I was right. Sam is now hosting Lucifer.

Future Dean does care. He wants current Dean not to repeat his mistakes. He wants Dean to say yes to Michael. Me personally, I don't think that's answer and I don't think that's what the priority should be. But hey, that's just me.

Hearing Cas talk like this is so weird to me.

Dean willing to use people as sacrifices... Yike.

SAM AS THE DEVIL HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

I love that they have him in all white. Such a good touch.

This scene is done so incredibly well so far. Lucifer in all white, with the red rose between his fingers? If I had any faith in my art skills I'd draw that honestly. I'm loving the use of colour and framing.

Part of the reason to love humans is for their flaws in my humble opinion. I could go on a whole rant on this, I could. I won't. But I could.

The tears in Dean's voice, the look in Sam/Lucifer's eyes ACK.

"You will always end up here" see I could go on a whole theological/philosophical rant here, bring up topics of free will versus fate, quote some Nietzsche, quote some Calvinism, quote some Aristotle or the Mishnah, but y'all ain't here for that so...

"Nah" I love you, Dean Winchester.

Castiel pulling Dean out. Castiel in this season I could honestly write so much about, he's so interesting to me.

HE'S CALLING SAM HE'S CALLING SAM! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

I always forget just how fucking tall Jared is. Him getting out of the car genuinely shocked me. Like I'm 5'6, he's terrifying to me.

That was a great ending to the episode, them reuniting. Having each other's back. Yea, they are each others weakness. That's part of being a sibling though. They're stronger together.

In all, this episode was not my favorite. Aside from Castiel, and the scene with Lucifer and Dean in the garden (which did give me garden of Eden vibes, I see you Supernatural show writers), I wouldn't watch this episode. I don't like zombie stories or time travel, and this episode did not break that trend. The last 10 minutes are okay though. That's what I'd watch again. That's what was important to me.

I'm done with Supernatural for today. Maybe I'll watch some more tomorrow. It's supposed to snow overnight, I don't believe that. It basically never snows here. Anyway. Have a great night y'all.

[popsicho-is-tired]

I hate myself for this and for also finding it *so* funny.

why whit cake.

W H Y .

[tttovarichhh]

Fuck the polis

Edinburgh has a few simply rules, divided into two categories: rules for all those annoying tourists, blocking the Royal Mile during Fringe and rules for everyone else, who is calling themselves locals.

Brandon settles somewhere in between, paddling around city centre, mostly looking out for some places to find a new girl as well as he follows the main idea of Leith and Muirhouse - fuck the polis. Only one difference, that he’s taking it way to literal, both fucking the polis and being fucked by it regularly.

It all started as they bumped into each other at the hookers. Purely an accident, stupid coincidence that quickly turned out into something way more exciting. That time, Bruce was a first one to pay for an hour with a girl both of them wanted and Brandon spent all that time fucking waiting. Why not to pay for another? Fuck knows. Something inside Sullivan was itching the whole hour, while he was sitting in the old leather sofa, watching men come and go, listening to all the groans and moans from the rooms. And that was killing him.

Next time, he was first, leaving Bruce with the same fate on the sofa behind, but there was the same feeling of itchiness under the ribs, Brandon wasn’t able to understand. Fucking the girl, he didn’t feel the same as usual - no excitement at all, just movements and rapid breath on the skin.

Sullivan wanted something more.

He came to Scotland, searching for redemption, promising himself he can change. Start a new chapter, without any addictions and stupid decisions, but Edinburgh had other plans for him. And Brandon was fucked.

Leaving the room, Sullivan lingers his eyes on Bruce, trying to catch at least some glimpse of what causing that burning sensation inside him. Robertson smirks, enjoying that moment of strange curiosity, his eyes meeting Brandon’s.

“Wanna shag her thegither next time?”

Thick accent hits Brandon and he stops, looks over the man again.

“Fine. Tomorrow, the same time.”

There was no redemption for Brandon in this city, only slow death and even more dirtiness, mixed with whiskey and coke. At least, he remembers only that and God knows what else he tried.

They started to go for the threesome every other day, slowly pushing the boundaries of each other. First awkward session quickly changes to confidence and full absence of any shame whatsoever. From guilty glances at each other, while mostly focusing on the girl between them, Bruce and Brandon went to power control, trying to show who is a better lover. Showing off like two stupid teenagers, but even it those moments the difference was there. Bruce, never casually gentle and Brandon, kissing and licking the girl, meaning all that. With every damn kiss he was looking up at Robertson, teasing him and himself with the idea of Bruce being jealous. The problem was that policeman was actually fucking furious by every glance. Not to mention, bloody hard as well.

“Whit are ye daein', eh? Bein' fucking clever?”

The grip on Brandon’s throat makes him smirk. The rain falls down on them as Bruce pins Sullivan to the dirty wall outside.

“Well, I am clever.”

The punch in the stomach hurts, Brandon groans, closes eyes for a brief second before looking back at Robertson. Fuck, those eyes.

“Don’t ye dare think I’ll let ye shag her like that,” Bruce hisses, steps closer. Brandon chokes, but still doesn’t look away. He knows this game and isn’t about to lose.

“D’ye unnerstaun?”

Robertson lets Brandon breathe, steps away. He takes a pack of cigarettes of the pocket and extends his hand to Sullivan, who rubs his fingers over the throat.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Of course ye don’t.”

“You know you are a fucking bastard, yeah?”

Bruce smiles, puffing the cigarette. He leans against the wall and Brandon takes his cigarette for a drag.

“Fucking rubbish,” he mumbles, giving it back, “can’t afford better ones?”

“Fuck off.”

Brandon laughs dryly, looks over Robertson again. This time, with growing curiosity and the same itching feeling under the heart. Bruce glances back at him, flickers the cigarette away and runs his fingers over the wet hair.

“Fuck ye, Brandon, ye dae shag her better.”

“Natural talent,” he smiles, still looking at Bruce. Robertson hisses, slides hands into the pockets.

“You can have her. Enough of that stupid game.”

“And who are ye gonna hae?”

“We both know there are enough girls on this city.”

Bruce nods slowly. Brandon hesitates, wants to say something, but decides not to risk. Robertson glances at him and smirks.

“Wanna come tae mine?”

“Sure.”

Edinburgh has a few rules and as Bruce says, same rules apply to everyone and everything, but fuck the police isn’t open for everyone.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Marriage Law Trope part 4

The little guest house is nestled into the far south corner of the property. There’s a pathway that leads from the front gates, winding around the manor, through the gardens, and past the quidditch pitch. It goes along the pond mother had installed before I was born, filling it with koi fish and lining it with cherry blossoms that are charmed with the perfect temperament year round. Every season, the cherry blossoms bloom. Snow and ice cling to the thing branches and the delicate flowers and even I have to appreciate the sheer beauty of it all. Because the pond freezes over and when my mother was younger and I was just a boy, she’d ice skate and pull me around on a sled tied to a string. I don’t remember it, but she swears I loved it.

The path, it snakes its way through the luxurious estate that I was raised on and it leads to a cottage style home that the earth clings to. The moss grows up the side of the white wood slats of planks and the windows are trimmed with aqua green paint and sweet peas that sprout and bloom along the vines that crawl up the sides of the home.

The guest house has three bedrooms. Only the master bedroom has a bed. I can see mother has been inside. Because, while she does her duty as a good little pureblood wife, what she really wants, is the chance of a grandchild. She wants to see me become a father and I can’t, for the life of me, figure out why. Because I’m the worst. I was raised by the worst father in history.

But, she has come into this place and gutted the two spare bedrooms. She’s taken away the opportunity for us to both gravitate toward the only room with comfort to sleep in.

You enter the cottage and you find yourself in the middle of a space of clean, white furniture that opens up to a large kitchen with white countertops, white cabinipetry and aqua green accents hidden throughout. Like the thin little lines of x’s that are pressed into the white subway tiles behind the stove. Or the little salt and pepper shakers, or the jar meant to hold flour.

But it’s all white and clean and I look at the inside of this cottage and I want to see splashes of colors that don’t make you feel clean. I see the inside of this house all whit and blank and empty and I have to fight the urge to cut open my hand and smear blood against the walls or the couch.

Down the hall, there’s several doors. First, there’s a bathroom, all white and black tiled with a little picture hanging over the toilet that is an old advertisement for soap in French.

Across from the bathroom, is a guest room that is barren. Just wooden floors that are meant to look old and worn but really, they are brand new. The wood planks continue throughout the entire house and down the hall is a laundry room, beside that is another guest room that is full of boxes.

But at the end of the hallway is the master bedroom. It’s where the large, king sized bed is. The bed sits in the middle of the east well. Night stands on either side. Everything in this room is warm earth tones because on the west wall is a wall made entirely of glass that over looks the woods crowding the edge of the house. There’s a sliding door that opens up to a wooden deck. On the deck, there’s a table and two chairs. There’s a hammock attached to the two moderately young oak trees.

And this is where we will live.

This is where our story will take place.

Because, for now, this is our home.

Granger must hate this. Her entire life has been ripped apart and broken down. It’s been broken down and stuffed into boxes with labels that don’t tell you anything about what she has done or what she had been through.

Her life has been broken down and stuffed into boxes like an after thought.

Books, kitchen. Photos, more books.

There’s boxes of clothes, and boxes of shoes. There’s boxes of Knick knacks and sports equipment. I didn’t even know Granger liked sports.

But her life is here, compartmentalized into boxes and they’re lining the hallway of our new home and it’s fucking frightening. Because it’s me and it’s Granger and she’s my wife and I feel the need to snoop through her boxes because I know nothing about her.

Yes, she’s the Golden Girl.

Yes, she’s a swot.

Yes, she’s bossy and had big hair.

Yes, her tits are superb and her lips could kill me.

But, I know nothing else.

Since we were forced to get engaged, I’ve seen her cry over the idea of marrying me, only to kiss me on our wedding day like it was a long time coming. She kissed me like she’s been doing it for years. I’ve seen her stand up to my father, as if they have some sort of ancient history of rivalry.

And now she’s stomping into the master bedroom where I’ve been checking for traps or bugs meant for spying and she’s pouting like a child.

“What are you doing?”

Currently, I’m checking the floorboards for any trap doors or hiding places. So, I roll onto my back and I blow out a sigh before folding my arms under my head.

She standing over me in her little cut off denims and her big baggy sweater and she’s chewing on her fat little lip and all I can do is recall the way it felt to have it against my mouth.

“What?” I ask and she rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms. They fall to her side and her eyes roam over me. The way my plain white shirt rides up, revealing the course hairs that lead from my navel, to below the waistband of my pants. They roam over the tattoo that is branded into my arm. They bounce from my eyes to my cheeks. Theirs sallow and sunken. My skin is pale, my eyes are dark and my lips are almost always chapped. I think, once upon a time, I used to be considered attractive, pretty even. But even the most beautiful sculptures made out of the finest stone can wither away if left out in the elements.

But Grangers eyes are hard to read. They’re always bright and sunny, though something tells me they are dulled, worn down from how they used to be. They’re always guarded.

“I can’t transfigure anything into a bed.”

I suck through my front teeth. “McGonagall would be disappointed.”

“I know how to do it, you arse, but nothing will take.”

I sniff and stare up at her. From here, I can almost see up her shorts. There’s enough of a gap between her skin and the denim that there’s an alluring shadowy space that makes me want to reach my hand out and touch her. It’s enough of a gap and enough shadow to let my imagination go wild. I can imagine a freckle on her inner thigh, oddly shaped like a heart.

Fuck.

I’m not supposed to want to fuck my wife. Not when I was going to marry Astoria and definitely not now that I am married to Granger.

But that kiss.

This witch had cursed me and blessed me. Because despite the never ending attack of ants fueled by anxiety, I feel like I’m alive.

Granger is giving me life and purpose and I hate her for it.

I love it.

It feels good, great even.

She’s looking down at me, expectantly. She’s looking at me like I’m supposed to fix this.

“That,” I prop myself up onto my elbows. “Is most likely due to mother’s meddling.”

“What?” She almost laughs at the idea. Because, yes. Narcissa is a dutiful wife and she does her best to back up her husband but, more than anything, she wants a grandchild.

Something tells me that if I were to have a child, it would somehow give her a chance to do things differently.

Like, shower their child with love and protect them from the patriarchal dictator of a father.

“There is only one bed in this house, for a reason, and something tells me that if one of us was to fall asleep on the couch, it would likely kick us off of it.”

Her lips do that thing, again, where it turns into a little rosebud. She’s staring down at me with unreadable emotions flashing quickly, across her face before she sighs and turns to observe the room. she looks at the wall of windows. She looks at the massive bed. The only bed in the entire house.

“I prefer the side closest to the door.”

Grangers head jerks down and her big golden eyes look down at me with that same unreadable expression. That’s when I realize something.

Granger is occluding. And from what I can tell, it’s only something she’s learned how to do recently.

And I know, I know, it’s because she’s married to me.

And that is when I realize that I’ve been letting my walls down and the longer I’m around her, the harder it is to keep them up.

Trust me, I know.

And now I’m living with this witch. It’s like being behind enemy lines, only the war is over and we have been forced together. We’ve been forced into a new kind of war. One that is all our own and we are the only soldiers, the only collateral and I can’t figure out if there’s even a chance of a winner or a loser.

Granger looks at the bed, the only bed, and I see her swallow as she fights to build those walls back up.

I need to stop her. I need to make this a fair fight. If I cannot keep mine up, then neither can she.

I shift onto one elbow and my other hand lifts to her ankle. My hand wraps around it. Her entire ankle fits inside of my hand. It’s a perfect fit.

And she jerks and her eyes return to me. She takes her eyes and she gives them back to me as I tighten my hold on her.

“This is the chain.” I say, glancing back to my hand. “And me,” I look at her and she’s all wide eyed and her lips are parted as she inhales deeply. “I’m the ball.” I slide my hand up, allowing my fingers to open up as it reachers her calf. “You’re stuck with me.”

I tighten my grip on her calf and she jumps out of my grasp. I grin up at her as she takes a step back and glares down at me.

And before she lifts her chin into the air and stomps away, going back to unpacking her life that has been divided and stuffed into boxes, she almost smirks as she says, “This isn’t going to go the way you think it is, Draco.”

Trust me, I know.

Because she slipped again.

To Granger, I am not Malfoy. To Granger, I am not just the boy who teased her in school.

To Granger, I am something else.

[1moreff-creator]

I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts on Ace and Teruko as friends. Like, I can see it working maybe? Outside of the killing game, preferably. (Given how it's too late for that, in light of recent events)

Hey! Certainly an interesting dynamic! Admittedly, Teruko's bad luck might scare Ace a bit too much for it to easily work, but it might be easier if Teruko can convince him of her apparent immortality. Ace would probably appreciate an immortal friend given his last friendship ended with Tayor six feet under :v

This got longer than I expected so we're putting in a read more!

Once the friendship itself is established (as you requested, outside of the killing game), it would probably be pretty fun! I kinda imagine it as the sort of friendship where they're constantly making fun of each other, to the point where it's hard to tell from afar whether they love (platonic) or hate each other. Just a lot of Teruko deadpanning at Ace's cowardly nature while Ace is constantly yelling at her, only for her to roll her eyes and throw jabs back. How does it work? Only they know.

Teruko's certainly the brains and impulse control of the friendship; Whit would probably joke about her putting a leash on Ace on more than one occasion. Teruko's probably one of the only people who can get Ace to calm down when he's mad at someone.

Meanwhile, Ace is constantly dragging her around, and Teruko enjoys the antics he gets them into. Provided her luck doesn't seriously injure everyone involved :v

There would probably be more gossip than you'd think. With Ace's penchant for eavesdropping, and Teruko not giving enough of a damn to stop him, they would talk so much shit about other people. I could even see Arei joining them on occasion. Though I imagine Teruko would have enough sense to cut the others off if they go a bit too far.

Ace doesn't mesh all that well with the friends Teruko would have in a non-killing game AU, aka Baking Squad + Mai probably (I'm obviously ignoring West Class Teruko theory for logistics purposes), unless Teruko is around. She'd probably be able to reign him in just enough for Min to tolerate him, Rose to vibe in the group, Eden's Eden so she'd try to be friends with Ace anyways, and Mai's Mai. If Teruko isn't around, Mai can substitute for Ace's impulse control since everyone loves her.

Teruko would also help keep the beef with Nico and Levi to a minimum, which probably wouldn't even be that big of an issue outside of the killing game anyways. That would also help Ace keep civil, if not good, relationships with Hu and Xander.

And while Teruko keeps Ace social life healthy, Ace keeps Teruko in good moods. Whenever she's feeling down, all it takes for her to laugh is walking in on Ace burning down the classroom to kill a spider while Nico and Xander are trying to get him to stop, Min is running in with a fire extinguisher, Rose is somehow sleeping through it as Mai and Eden try to wake her up, and Veronika's cheerfully sharing popcorn with a cackling Arei and a "so done with this shit" Arturo. Well, Teruko would probably freak out while the fire is raging, but laugh about it afterwards.

On angstier days, Ace and Teruko could definitely bond over people close to them getting hurt (Taylor and pick someone from Teruko's past) and feeling like they can't fight their fate. I have... no idea how that would work, but I can see a world where Teruko bullies Ace into trying to get his life together while Ace looks up to Teruko's strength in the face of adversity and tells her she has a better chance of changing her future than he has of changing his. Maybe. Really hard to tell how this would go.

Now I'll go over more specific headcanons of certain things I would imagine could happen if they were friends outside the killing game!

One time, when Ace had a race and he was worried he was going to lose to another jockey, Teruko put a bet of a single dollar on said horse/jockey (I don't know how horse betting works), as a joke to get her bad luck to help Ace. The jockey Teruko put a bet on fell off the horse in the race and almost died. They both agreed Teruko should never ever bet on a horse/jockey again.

Ace: Teruko! Get her the hell away from me! Veronika: Teruko! Do you want to join our horror movie marathon? Most of the class is joining! Teruko [not really interested, just wanting to mess with Ace]: What are we watching? Ace: That's not what-! Veronika: Well, I was thinking of starting with the Headless Horseman- Teruko [smirking, grabs Ace by the back of his shirt]: Sure! Ace: AAAH! [Ace ended up hiding behind Levi and Teruko as everyone, Veronika included, talked mad shit about the movie. Ace was the only one who was even remotely scared. The rest of the movie marathon, Ace was passed out, but the rest of the class enjoyed it well enough]

Teruko, hair smoking and soot on her face: Sorry I'm late, my apartment building caught fire an I had to escape the ambulance. I can't really afford a trip to the hospital right now. Ace, genuinely horrified and worried about his friend, look of shock on his face: ... Ace, now smirking: Skill issue. Teruko, smirking back: Fuck you. [They both laughed about it later, after Ace shouted at Teruko to take better care of herself]

Hope that's enough! Thanks for the ask!