#why did metal fans stop dressing like this???

[yaggerdangs-remedy]

Geezer Butler at the Woburn Abbey Festival 1967

[nvuy]

do u think boothill would be obsessed w readers waist . literally holding it pinching it using it to move them around etc he makes me a little crazy

yup.

always has an arm around your waist. and he always has to call you my man/my lady, otherwise it’s ‘honey’ and i’m not elaborating. he thinks he’s so smooth (dont tell him you can hear the fans whirring below his body). you’re, what, 2 years into this relationship and he’s still blushing at the ears and stuttering when you smile at him.

he can be smooth, sometimes. it’s all in the southern drawl, and also just him being quite touchy in general. has also like, 100% said, “well, hello, nurse” once or twice with a whistle when you walked in the room.

he’s not the biggest hand holder—he doesn’t like his hands at all—so he’d rather just squash you in tight next to him as much as he can.

he’s basically your guard dog. he’s always attached to you somehow, will bark and bite at anything that he doesn’t like coming close to you, and he feels like the king of the world knowing that he, some stupid hunk of scrap metal and junk, bagged you. nobody knows how he did it. he doesn’t even know. sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming.

he’s feel like an absolute gentleman as well, so there’s that too. he’s going to tickle you at any given opportunity, as well as give you a little squeeze. he’s got that sort of cuteness aggression inside him i think. if your back is turned, he’ll pinch your sides and nip at your neck like a puppy. he’s like that.

speaking of your back, somebody’s gotta call the mechanic if you’re wearing a top with a low or exposed back, or if you just take the damn shirt off entirely. he’s like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time if he sees even an inch of your spine. why are you seducing him like this. please stop staring at him with heart eyes when he’s stumbling over his words.

he can’t join you on beach days unfortunately—sand and water not great for the robo-body—but he will be reluctant to let you leave, considering you’ve got basically nothing on and he wants you all to himself.

he also loves your legs. please swing them on his lap and use his as a foot stool. he won’t even complain. don’t get him wrong, he loves you in formal wear; suit, dress, whatever you want, but by the gods when you wear shorts or a skirt his brain melts.

appreciates nice shoes as well. fancy formal wear sort of stuff. he’s a total sucker for it.

if you wear heels, he loves those too (makes you look taller so rawr) (he will do that cat purr rolling tongue noise i have no clue what it’s called) (also he knows any sort of fancy shoes hurt your feet so YAY he gets to carry you home!!!!!! he wins!!!!!!!!!) (he’ll hold your shoes in one hand and carry you like you’re made of glass. doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. to be fair, he thinks you deserve to be carried everywhere. you’re way too ethereal to be touching the floor in any sort of way).

i just like the idea that he’s the biggest most loserish simp in the world. loves his partner more than anything in the world. whipped to all hell. will put a bullet in his head if it would make you smile.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Curiously enough, it was quite easy to get into the villain's lair.

On their way in, the hero had made sure to dress as their civilian persona - simply, to avoid as much attention as possible. Additionally, (they weren't proud of this) they had asked some of their colleagues to stage a bank robbery, with their best friend even wearing their suit.

It was a necessary measure, even though the hero felt horrible. Everyone included was just acting; heroes and civilians alike knew that it wasn't real. So, they hoped no one was actually getting hurt by accident.

Once the hero was in the villain's lair, they followed the dark hallways and hoped they wouldn't end up being cut into pieces by hidden lasers. They looked behind themselves every now and then to make sure they were alone but their paranoia was unfounded.

It was just them.

Eventually, they came to a stop in front of a giant metallic door and prepared themselves to somehow break through it. However, it opened immediately, without them having to lift a finger. They hurried through the door and found themselves in a giant hall with several workingspaces - one looked like a lab filled with several ongoing experiments, one was clearly for machine construction and the last one, full with monitors and here, the hero found them.

They were watching the live footage of the "bank robbery," but they didn't seem to be invested.

"...hey," the hero said. They couldn't believe their voice was shaking.

The villain turned around in their chair and looked at them, brows furrowing.

"That's quite a bit of trouble you went through to see me," the villain said. They stood up but the hero's eyes were still on the screen, following their friend's moves. It wasn't until the villain came to a stop right in front of them that they looked up at them.

"Oh, yeah. I...I really needed to speak with you in private. Thanks for letting me in." It would have never been easy to get into this place if the villain hadn't observed them the entire time. The villain gave them a once-over and it was almost comical how the both of them looked like two normal people.

Both in jogpants.

As if there was anything normal about this relationship.

"My pleasure." The villain stared at them, their gaze boring into the hero with curiosity. "You look a little pale."

"Yeah, sorry. I..." God, the hero didn't know where to begin. It was so embarrassing, so stupid that they were here. They supposed it was a mistake to bother the villain with something this trivial, this unnecessary. "I...fuck."

The hero let their gaze wander to the ceiling, desperate for the uprising tears not to drop.

"Hey, easy," the villain said. Their voice was gentle and the hero felt - even though they shouldn't have - so incredibly safe in here. Wasn't that stupid, too? That the hero felt safe with the villain?

"This is so stupid," the hero whispered under their breath. They hadn't expected to get this emotional. They usually never did when they talked about it. They closed their eyes and pressed their palm into their eye socket, taking in a deep breath. "I kinda need your help with something."

They took out their phone and showed the villain the picture.

"This person is stalking me," they said. Their voice was thin. They swallowed. "It's creepy. It's weird. They somehow got a job within the agency last week and it's been getting worse. A month ago, I saved them from, I don't know, something and ever since they have tried to get closer to me. Now, they know my identity, where I live, my friends, my pet, they know stuff from my past and they follow me around, they take pictures of me, I can't-"

The villain's gaze on the picture hardened.

"I can't get rid of them. I can't really defend myself. If the public finds out that I was rude or even aggressive towards a fan..."

"Do you want me to kill them for you?" the villain asked and the hero blinked a few times.

It dawned on them that they didn't really know why they were here in the first place. Sure, they wanted this problem of theirs to be gone, but they didn't know if they wanted this person to be eliminated.

"I don't know, I...I just can't do this anymore. I have talked to the agency and they told me they can't do anything without evidence. And I can't kill them, I can't...I'm just so tired of it. I am scared they will leak my identity or my address. Or they will take pictures of me when I am not careful enough. I've never felt this powerless in my entire life."

"This charade-" the villain pointed at the footage of the hero's friend with their thumb "-is to distract them, I presume?"

"Yeah, I've asked my friends and they are willing to help me, but they can't do anything either. I don't want them to get into trouble."

The villain was quiet for a moment. They stared at the screen where the hero's friend announced heroically that the danger was over.

"I understand if you don't want to get involved. Or if this is too much trouble for you. I don't expect anything," the hero clarified. "But if you have an idea or a suggestion on how I could deal with this, I'd be more than grateful."

"They think the both of you are friends, right?"

"Something along those lines," the hero said. It was actually more than that but they didn't want the villain to know about the repulsive flirting. The hero took a step towards them and reached for the villain's forearm.

Something to hold onto. Something to stabilize them.

"I'm...I am sorry," they said. They looked at the ground, embarrassed, and turned towards the door. "I shouldn't have come here."

The villain grabbed their hip.

"If you truly think I will let you walk back out there after everything you've just told me..." Their eyes were boring through the hero, demanding attention. "...if you truly believe I will let you be exposed to such abhorrence, you're truly dumber than I ever anticipated."

The hero stared at them, eyes wide.

"I...I can't ask you to kill someone for me. It's not right, it's not, it's-" The hero swallowed. They truly didn't want to cry in front of the villain. "What kind of hero does that make me? Some fucked up hero who asks their nemesis to kill people they don't like?"

"Do I look like I need to kill someone to get my point across?" the villain asked. They smiled gently. "Let me take care of it. You can stay here if you want to. For as long as you want to. I'll pick up your cat. I can get some stuff from your place."

"Don't you think that's pathetic?" the hero asked. "That I can't deal with this? I mean, I'm supposed to be one of the most powerful people in the city and sometimes I feel like I can barely breathe when I see this person."

The villain made a grimace, almost as if the hero had just asked them a question that deserved a slap.

"You tend to forget that you're human. Power doesn't replace fear. Most people think it does. But power only fuels anger. Or in your case..." The villain had never looked softer. "...kindness."

Silence.

"I believe it takes great courage to ask for help. And you being here means it's really bad," the villain said. They touched the hero's cheek, careful not to make any quick moves. "I won't kill them because it's your wish. But I will take care of this."

It was decided, then.

[notintattooine]

if only for a night

pairing: padmé amidala x anakin skywalker x fem!reader 

warnings: 18+, polyamorous relationship, sexual content (ffm). not proofread bc i overthink <3

a/n: this was shorter and sluttier than intended...i actually took months to finish this....anyway!!! enjoy!!!!<3

inspo credits to @bimbo-baggins17 <3 you made me realize i could absolutely post this :)

the gilded elegance of the senate meeting room felt like a dramatic contrast to the sterile meeting areas the council seemed to favor. you’d been trying to focus on anything but the ethereal beauty of the woman in front of you, senator padmé amidala. she was really impressive��… with a wonderful taste in windows, you thought to yourself. you’d (really) tried your best to listen to the discussion occurring but found yourself drifting into a daydream. finally, master windu suggested beginning preparing a celebration that was to be thrown later. you’d practically shot out of your seat- anything to regain the sense of control you 're supposed to have instilled into your being. (maybe that’s why you and anakin got along so well) 

of course the jedi goodbyes had begun, pleasantries engaged back and forth until obi wan finally put you out of your misery. accomplishing this by dragging you and anakin out, or (rather) trying to persuade the two of you to join in. padmé was talking about the celebration as she finally made her way over to the three of you, catching you first.

“and y/n, you’ll be there?” her voice had a slight hopefulness to it as her soft amber eyes met yours. “you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” the last part was low enough for only your ears to catch as she grazed her forearm against yours. her perfectly glossed lips pressed up into a smile as she placed her hand on the small of your back to lead you toward anakin. it was as if she’d electrocuted you, excitement trickled through every nerve in your body as you approached. 

anakin’s gaze shifted to something less friendly and more…playful as you two approached. his grin widened and his body language softened, welcoming you and padmé into his personal space. “we were hoping you’d join us?” 

“oh- of course” you managed to get out, flustered by the attention from the hottest couple in the galaxy. “i would love to.” 

-

“you’ll join anakin and me, won’t you?” padmé’s question had gripped your mind since it left her  lips. would you join them? it was risky, taboo, maybe even wrong. of course you would.

your mind seemed to be elsewhere while you laid out a dress from your closet, running your fingers along the silky fabric. deciding to put it on, slipping it onto your figure, you turned to the mirror. a smile crept upon your face as you admired the dress and its delicately embroidered lace details. it was rather flattering in the way it ruched and flowed in all the right places- it had been a birthday gift from padmé years ago. the color matched the sea foam green waters of naboo and brought fond memories of your youth along with it. fleeting moments of confessions in castle corridors and years of forbidden longing. 

-

you’d managed to make it to the celebration, eyes scanning the crowd of jedi for a set of more familiar faces. as you did, a metallic hand placed itself on your lower back. anakin smiled down at you, eyes traveling over your body.

“care to grab a drink?” his signature smile graced his face. “padmé will be here soon.”

you followed him to the bar, his hand sitting comfortably on your waist. you took a seat next to him before he ordered.

“two of my usuals.” he smiled, holding up two fingers. “thank you.”

you shrugged as the drinks arrived, hoping his taste in alcohol was as decent as his taste in women. you held the glass up to your lips before taking a sip.

you grimaced “oh stars-  anakin, what was that…. jet juice?”  his lips upturned in amusement. “not a fan?” he mused, wiping at the droplet that fell from your lip. 

“anakin, stop tormenting the poor girl,” padmé’s amused voice called as she approached, her figure resting gently against the bar counter. “you’ll scare her away.” 

-

“you sure?” padmé asked again as anakin’s teeth grazed your collarbone, intrusive thoughts winning as he sunk his teeth into the flesh. eliciting a yelp from you, swallowed by padmé’s kiss.

“never been so sure about anything.” you pulled back mumbling against her lips. switching to suck slightly on her bottom lip as you reconnected. 

anakin’s deft fingers slipped under your dress straps, urging it off. he gawked for a second, marveling at the sight of your nipples hardening against the cool air mixed with the aching in your core. mischief crossed his face as he attached himself to one of the nubs, licking a stripe then biting and repeating. your hands were searching for his hair as padmé slipped her tongue into your mouth. anakin tugged at the perked flesh, eliciting a moan that was straight of a holopad midnight porno from your lips. desperate for relief, your hips bucked, getting the message, anakin shoved his knee between your legs to part them. staring at you like he was going to consume you, he used his metal arm to bunch your dress up to your stomach, his fingers lightly grazing over the soaked fabric of your panties. 

“oh padmé, come look at this.” anakin grinned, looking at his wife. “she’s fucking soaked.” 

padmé smiled widely, “we’ll take care of you, y/n. won’t we ani?” anakin nodded in agreement. 

before you knew it padmé had her hips positioned over your face, your mouth watering at the sight. anakin aligned himself with your dripping sex, reaching to grip your hips as he began to sink his length in. holy shit. you could die right here right now. whining almost pathetically as he sunk in, your mind went blank only brought back to reality when you remembered the brunette above you. padmé let out a shaky moan as your breath fanned on her pussy. without warning you began, licking a fat stripe from her clit to her entrance and back. 

“maker mae, you taste fucking divine.” you mumbled into her, flattening and curling your tongue as she began rocking her hips. 

anakin watched, his dick growing impossibly harder at the sight of you devouring his wife. he removed a hand from your hips to rub your clit, to prepare he brought his fingers to padmé’s lips to wet them. you involuntarily clenched when you heard her mouth release his fingers with a pop. the mental image of what you heard was enough to make your eyes roll. anakin had set a brutal pace after entering you, the squelching of how wet you were would be embarrassing if you didn’t feel so wanted.

“oh she liked that.” anakin chuckled, shooting padmé a cocky grin. “gripping me like a fucking vice.” 

padmé’s grip on your hair combined with anakin’s grip on your hips had you reeling, no wet dream or dirty fantasy could amount to the real thing. you’d gotten off to the fantasy more times than you could count. you were here, padmé’s wetness dripping down your chin and anakin’s dick so far in you, your brain hurt. 

you worked at padmé’s pussy, sucking on her puffed clit before tongue fucking her and repeating. she was on the brink of tears with how fucking close she was, all she wanted was to see you fall apart on anakin. 

“y/n.” she warned, “y/n im close,” her hips were slowing but she was trying. you moved your hands to her thighs, bringing her impossibly closer to your mouth. moans from how close anakin had you were spilling into her. 

“me too.” you mumbled, nose bumping her clit over and over. with a cry she came, releasing on your tongue. you let her ride it out, peppering kisses to her thighs. 

anakin was fully slamming in and out of you, the heaviness of his balls, slapping against your pussy. you had your nails dug into padmé’s thighs, still lapping at her when your orgasm hit you. white hot pleasure sent you collapsing into the bed, completely limp as anakin fucked you through it. 

as you recovered, padmé held your face in her hands, peppering kisses against your face. anakin sighed, breaking you out of your haze. he was still painfully hard, his tip angry and leaking.

“oh ani.” you sighed, rolling over onto your stomach, “should we help him?” you turned to padmé. she grinned, gripping his length in her hand, looking towards you.

“spit on it.” she said, “please y/n.” anakin answered , looking down at you with furrowed eyebrows and eyes watering. who were you to deny him?

with a grin, you spit into padme’s hand, before lowering yourself to play with his balls. with a smile graced upon your swollen lips you grinned up at him. he looked ethereal, his curly brunette hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his lip pulled between his teeth. padme worked his cock.

"switch" he panted, "want to fuck your face." he grabbed your chin.

with your pupils blown and drool pooling in your mouth, you obliged. you relaxed your throat the best you could, gagging as you tried to take all of him. he make a makeshift ponytail with your hair, his balls slapping your face as he fucked your throat. his hips started to stutter as padmé kissed him, the lewd noises of their makeout make your thighs clench together. you pulled out all the stops, gagging, drooling and moaning all around him. you knew you had him when he pushed you to the base of his cock, the coarse hairs tickling your face. he came with a cry, spilling down your throat.

you eased off him, resting back on your heels to take a second to catch your breath. padmé pulled you up to her, "you gonna share?" holy fuck, of course you would. you tapped her cheek signaling for her to open up before making a show of spitting his cum into her mouth.

anakin growled. his eyes wide and his mouth agape. he really was the chosen one. as if it couldn’t get any better, padmè lowered her face back to yours spitting it into your mouth. “swallow.” she said, hand gripping your chin.

anakin pulled you into them until you were a pile of limbs, soft kisses being peppered along your skin. “you were great baby.” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “so good for us.” padmé agreed, kissing the tip of your nose.

it was nice to be theirs, if only for a night.

[sirenologyyy]

LOST MY HEART!

street racer!carlos sainz x fem leclerc!reader

✴ summary: where you somehow found yourself in a skimpy maroon cocktail dress watching cars race eachother in the heart of the city and where carlos sainz found himself wondering what on earth had been keeping you from him all these years?

✴ warnings: swearing, google translated french, asshole-ish carlos kinda, mentions of murder, injuries, death, & suicide, blood, police chases.

✴ author's note: so uhh I guess this is me on my first attempt at entering the f1 side of tumblr LMAO. If you see any spelling or grammatical errors, no you didn't. Was this inspired by 2 Fast 2 Furious? Yeah.

The foul stench of decade old nail polish is like a good sock to the face. You had been sitting on the windowsill as the balmy summer air wafts in and out of your quaint little studio apartment, your tailbone nestled awkwardly against the ridges of the windowsill making you shift positions every 10 seconds instead of simply choosing to continue your business on your bed where your mattress and pillows were far more forgiving than the metal windowsill. You carefully and meticulously coat each of your bare fingernails with wine red nail polish as some 70s reality show continues to play in your TV in the background; the dialogue blurring with the faint buzzing of the electric fan rotating on its axis, the only reason why you weren't melting at this very moment.

You were on the last finger, carefully spreading the polish around so as not to get it to stick on one of your cuticles until your phone started to ring, you see your phone light up in the distance and you scramble to get to it. It had been Alexandra calling, you recognise the picture of her face before you even see the name.

You couldn't help but glance up at the upper left most corner of your phone and your eyes widen a centimeter as you slide the button to accept her call. "Where are you? Are you okay?" You demand and when she didn't answer in all but the 3 seconds you gave her you leapt off the windowsill and began scurrying around your apartment, beginning to gather your things to leave the house.

Then, you hear her tinkly laugh on the other end of the call. "Would you calm down? Everything's alright here chérie, no one has died."

You halt to a stop in the middle of your apartment. "Are you aware what time it is Alex?"

"Yes, I am." She replies, hearing the giant grin through her voice along with her velveteen monegasque accent that tickled anybody's brain.

You look at your wallclock, 2:45. "So why on Earth are you still awake?"

Before she could even respond, the obnoxious sounds of cars revving their engines answered for her. You roll your eyes as you pressed the video feature waiting for her to finally accept, and when she did you were greeted by your friend grinning cheekily at you along with throngs of people whooping and cheering behind three sports cars lined up and ready to race. "Come on," Alex says, giggling blithely at your disdainful expression. "You promised to come today!"

You visibly stiff. Oh yeah, you did. A week or so ago when you made her try Filipino street food for the first time, you hastily agreed to come to one of the street races so she would try kwek-kwek dipped in spicy vinegar, you've completely forgotten about it.

"You've forgotten, haven't you?-" Alex mused, voicing your conscience.

Your brows thread. "-Of course not!" You're quick to defend as she laughs at you once more and she gives you this sort of endearing look that made you feel bad. "Fine, what if I have?" You say, giving up. You walk back to the windowsill in hopes to finish off your nails.

"Make it up to me, come to the race today. I'll even pick you up!" Says Alex.

You guffaw as you twist the nailpolish bottle closed. "That's not likely."

"I'm serious!" Alex persists as she moves away from the boisterous crowd, hearing their voices fade away more and more by the second. She sits down somewhere and places the camera in front of her face, prompting you to do the same. "Come on, Y/N/N, come today! Support Charles! You know how much it would mean to him if you came and cheered him on! You haven't been to one of his races since Jules."

Your jaw tightens, your chest begins to feel immensely heavy, and your stomach churns. Not in that particular order. "I didn't have it in me."

Alex sighs. "I'm not forcing you to come, I'm just... heavily encouraging you."

"I know, I know" you reply somewhat distantly, though barely enough for Alexandra to notice; and as she speaks to somebody else about a lychee martini presumably ordering one from the 24 hour bar beside the track, you begin to weigh your options. It would just be one race, and anyway Suzuka was 9 years ago, it wouldn't kill you if you came today.

It wasn't like you had a sleeping schedule to maintain.

"You're thinking so hard you look like you're gunna bust a vein." Alex quipped, ultimately pulling you out of your reverie and causing you to blink repeatedly.

"I'm warming up to it." You confessed, jerking your right shoulder upwards. Suddenly, a notification pops up saying Charles was calling you and your eyes widened. "Why the fuck is he calling?"

"Who is?" Alex wonders.

"I'll be right back Alex, hold on." You replied, distracted.

"30 minutes." She says, pointing at you.

You roll your eyes as you laugh through your nose. "No promises."

She blows you a kiss, you do the same before you ended the call and accepted Charles'.

It automatically sends the both of you into video and you see Charles inside a car, your mood sours even more than it already has. "Chou, come today." You hear him say with a stern look in his eyes while the edges of his mouth curl up into a grin you recognise all too well.

You scowled at him. "Alex called me, she tried winning me over too. She's a great negotiator."

He lights up at the prospect of you finally coming to one of his street races. "So you're coming?"

"If I do will you finally propose?"

"That's not fair!" He exclaimed, laughing at you.

"You whore! The amount of testosterone I had to live with in my 23 years of existence was appalling! Enzo's settled down, Arthur is seeing that girl he met in Milos, what about you?" You demand, your older brother watches you berate him with a fond smile on his face, wondering just how fast time flies.

"I'm waiting for the right moment, you can't blame me." He replies simply making you scoff.

"That's bullshit and you know it."

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Language."

"Is Arthur there?"

He adjusts the grip on his phone. "No, that's why I want you to come."

"But you have Alex, isn't she enough?" You fought.

Charles sighed. "She's just my girlfriend Y/N not my sister, at the end of the day it's still drastically different."

You raise a quizzical brow. "Just your girlfriend? Wait til she hears this-"

"Come on chou, one race." Charles pressed, and you can feel yourself losing restraint as each second evades you. 9 years of hearing about Charles' accomplishments and failures instead of being able to witness them firsthand, tonight was the night where the incessant begging of Charles, Alex, and even your twin brother Arthur on the rare occasion would finally change all that. "juste une course." Just one race.

"One race." You found yourself saying, Charles smiles.

"I'll see you in an hour." You shook your head at him giving him a shrewd little smile. "You stink."

"Not as much as you, Chou." He replies swiftly. You flip him off, hearing the last remnants of his laugh reach your end before you grunt a quick 'bye' and finally end the call. By the time Alex arrives in your apartment, (also known as her breaking and entering because you forgot to tell her you've changed locks and hadn't given her a new key yet.) You've gotten yourself dolled up in a new maroon cocktail dress you found while thrifting a few weeks back, wearing it for the second time around. Alex did your makeup since she insisted she wanted to try a new eyeshadow hack she saw off of TikTok and you styled your hair.

As you two are about to leave, she stops you from putting on your black ballet flats and pulls you back to the vanity.

"One last thing." She says to you before she lines your lips with a crimson lip liner and then filling it in with a red lipstick you had lying around. She turns you around fixing your gold heart necklace so that the clasp would be hidden in the back. You turn back around to face yourself in the mirror, checking yourself out. "Now you're ready." Alex grinned. "That way you're less inclined to smoke because I spent a good 10 minutes on your lips!"

You snort as you throw on your deep brown leather jacket. "Let's see about that."

Within an hour the both of you are out the door, you had the radio on full blast with the pair of you screaming the lyrics to Love by Keyshia Cole. The roof of Alex's silver convertible had been down, allowing the crisp dusk air to billow through your tresses as you sped through the otherwise empty streets save for the few cars that hung back and watched as you two zoomed past them, eventually stopping at the closed off avenue where the race was located. It took Alexandra 20 minutes to parallel park (with you cheerfully taking a video of your best friend visibly struggling and in dire need of help to send to your brother.)

Once she has surmounted such a great feat you two were off to find your brother who, funnily enough, chanced upon you first.

Charles takes off his amber tinted sunglasses, donning his signature baggy jeans that flopped as he waltzed towards the pair of you. "do my eyes deceive me or is my baby sister finally at a race???"

You smirk as you entrap him in a fleeting hug. "No this is Papa, I've come to take you with me."

Charles harshly pokes your side making you recoil. "Agh Putain! " You hissed, clutching your left rib as you scowl at your older brother.

"I see you haven't outgrown your foul-mouthed tendencies." Charles mused, boxing his arms in front of his chest.

You raised a quizzical brow as Alexandra giggled loudly beside you. "You do know who I grew up with, right?"

"It's great to have you here, Chou." Charles beamed fondly at you, causing the ends of your lips to curl upwards into a smile, a sudden wave of melancholy overcoming you. "Can't believe it's been this long since you've watched me race."

"Me too." You replied, returning his smile. "I'm excited to see if you still like to shred the side of your car against the sides of the track like when you were 14."

The tip of Charles' ears turn crimson at the sound of Alex's tinkly giggles. "You're never letting me live that down are you?" You giggle loudly as you shook your head at him.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, look, I'm in the lineup for the next race. If they'd known I left my car minutes before I'm set to compete I'm toast."

You rolled your eyes. "Alors dépêches toi, I'll see you later." Hurry up then.

He began to retreat towards the starting line. "Watch me win that fat stack of cash, and once I do I'll take you out for ice cream." He assured you oh so confidently in the true Leclerc fashion, pointing at your face.

"You better, or I'm cracking your head open on the asphalt like an egg." You call after him, watching as he danced his way through the crowd. "We'll see about that." You caught wind of him saying causing you and Alex to burst out into a fit of giggles, which were promptly drowned out by the arrival of two cars that had presumably been racing since before you got here. The crowd's thunderous cheering and whistling made you wince as Alex started whooping along with glee.

The drivers each exit their cars slamming their doors rather harshly. You stood silently as you watch one of them shove the other one in the chest causing him to stumble backwards and collide with his car, a Honda S2000. The cheers drastically begin to fall in a decrescendo when the crowd notices they start to get into a heated argument, from your vantage point one of the men with features so sharp it could cut diamonds seemed like he was berating his opponent that looked defensive, with his eyebrows furrowed as they exchanged sides.

One of your brother's friends, Pierre, who helped organise street races like these quickly intervened and told them to walk it off, dismissing the crowd who had just began to cheer for a fight telling them that if they were here for one they should take their business elsewhere.

"Yeesh," Alex makes a face as your eyes trail after one of the men. "There he goes again, all dark and broody."

"You know him or something?" You wonder, turning to Alex.

Alex looks at you. "He and Charles are leading in wins, his name's Carlos." She tells you, you turn your head to the direction he previously was in to find that he was gone.

Your eyebrows thread. "Sounds like you can't trust him with your drink."

Alex snorts. "With your ex-girlfriends either, once he learns you and your girlfriend have broken up he swoops right in and sleeps with her."

"That sounds a little dramatic." You say, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Alex gives you a pointed look as she places her hands atop your shoulders. "Chérie, trust me. I know you, you do not wanna get mixed up with that guy."

Your eyes widen, as you look at her almost scandalised. "What are you talking about???"

"I'm just saying!" She laughed, shrugging. "Just- be careful."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at your friend and instead you give her a comforting smile. "Fine, I'll steer clear of him. I promise." You assure her.

As the minutes ticked on and your brother, who was seated in his custom Ferrari 360 modena had sped off into the distance with his opponents, you had covertly slipped away whilst Alex had began mingling with the other racers' girlfriends (she was too scared to leave you alone but you insisted you'd be fine.) to light one up.

Walking off to a secluded part of the track, you take out your cigarettes and lighter from the pocket within your jacket. After a series of attempts of igniting your lighter and to no avail, you grew irritated.

"Allez... allez allume. Come on you stupid little thing." You mutter, obstructed by the cigarette trapped in between your lips. Come on... come on light up.

"No use in forcing it if its that stubborn." Your eyes traverse from your lighter and towards the voice, a man's voice. Your heart so traitorously skipped a beat as you laid your eyes on him, approaching you as he takes his cigarette away from his plump lips. "Have mine." He tells you.

Clad in a shiny leather jacket, a white shirt, and deep blue jeans, he takes out his lighter from his front pocket and ignites it before your very eyes. The blistering amber flame danced as the wind dared to put it out which otherwise gave life to his eyes. In which you thought were dark fathomless pits of naught were apparently balmy and tantalising, doe-like and pleasant. "Do you mind if I join you?" He wonders.

"No not at all." You answered, lips still pinching that cigarette together. He laughed a little, making you grin out of awkwardness.

This was the same man you were warned to avoid and yet pleasant was the word that came to mind when you thought of his eyes that soon meet yours, and you didn't quite find it in yourself to pull away.

Only when you heard the familiar sizzle of your cigarette coming to life was when you take a hit and then promptly pulled it away from your lips.

You exhaled a cloud of smoke, a foul, gaseous barrier that stood in between the two of you. "Honestly I could've done it myself." You refuted, avoiding his eyes. You didn't want to fall victim to the ironclad grip of his warm gaze like you so foolishly allowed yourself to succumb to before.

He chuckles in a low baritone. "What can I say? My mother raised a gentleman." He replies in his sultry Spanish accent that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Oh pull yourself together, he's just a man.

You hummed at him, clearly amused. "A gentleman sure, but not a very good sportsman."

He grinned at you. "I take it you saw that little spat earlier, no?"

Your finally look at him once more. "Me? Everybody did. You looked like you were about to choke him until his eyeballs pop outta their sockets."

He chuckles at that, a sound that made your smile widen, even if it was just a tad. "He was being too aggressive during the lap, drove right into me from behind. Like uhh, the bumper cars." He recalls, snapping his fingers gleefully. "Almost had me flying."

"You still won though." You postulate, paying close attention to his reaction. Through the darkness you saw a light blush spread across his sun-kissed cheeks as he brought his cigarette towards his lips. "Why, are you glad I did?"

A scoff left your lips as you shook your head, the ends of your lips curlong upwards a tad to form some semblance of a smile before you stopped it from growing wider. "Don't get ahead of yourself."

This gets a chuckle out of him, glancing over at you. "My mistake I guess."

You rolled your eyes, before they carefully combed through the area to see if Alex had chanced upon you and caught you fraternising with your brother's competitor. Oh the absolute horror. "Oh poor you, I bet everytime you do donuts you're convinced it'd get all the girls to drop their panties for you."

Carlos blinked. "I wouldn't know myself," He juts his right shoulder upwards before taking yet another hit of his cigarette. "D'you wanna test that theory?" He asks you, smoke leaving his mouth and nostrils like a dragon.

"Oh you're a real treat aren't you?" You feigned a smile.

"Just about." He replied, cheekily grinning at you.

You furrow your brows at him. "Funny." You said. "Don't push your luck, connard." Jerk. You cussed as you shook your head. Finally, the sad baby cow eyes effect were wearing off, you thought. But then again, this was a street racer you were talking to. Even your brother had his questionable moments at times.

"Ahh, tough luck I guess. Usually the French love me." You hear him say as you checked the time on the dainty watch that once belonged to your Maman's wrapped around your wrist.

"Thank God I'm Monegasque then." You humored, causing him to raise an eyebrow and nod, almost piecing something together. You drop your cigarette to the ground, mercilessly crushing it up beneath your ballerina flats. "I guess I'll see you around?" You ask him politely, a light drawl hanging off your tone, but he offers you a polite smile in return.

"Can I expect you to come to another race soon?" He wondered as you slowly retreated back to where Alexandra had left you. It made you think all of a sudden.

"Don't hold your breath." You answered him.

He makes a face. "I don't have a lot of things to hope on."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you took a few slow steps backwards. "Dosen't sound like my problem." Carlos grinned at you as you pivot on your heel and walked off trying to suppress a grin, hands inside your jacket pockets as you quickly made it back to find Alexandra. Only for her to find you first.

"Where have you been?" She asks you, grabbing your shoulder and turning you around swiftly. "I was looking everywhere for you! Cha finished first you know, he's competing against the previous race winners right now. We were wondering where you ran off to!" Alexandra exclaimed.

"I was just walking around, doing some people watching. The usual." You lied casually, causing her to make a face at you.

"That dosen't explain why you smell like cigarettes again." She says, causing you to grimace inwardly. You forgot to shove some mints in your purse before leaving your apartment. Usually chucking a couple of them into your mouth would help cover your tracks, but your carelessness has bitten you in the ass once more.

"It's a street race Alex, it's bound to get a little dusty." You tell her laughing. "You dont get to talk either, you smell like you bathed in a vat of lychee martinis when you left."

She hummed, crossing her hands over her chest. "Touché"

You look back at her, sporting a victorious little grin one to which she rolled her eyes that faded oh so quickly when someone from behind you suddenly made you stumble forward, you were about to cuss them off when the infamous red and blue lights of police cars drew nearer and nearer alongside the blaring sirens.

"Holy shit." Alexandra gasped as she took a hold of your hand while everybody started bolting the other way like disturbed garden bugs once residing underneath an overturned rock.

"Jesus Christ-" You said before you began squeezing yourself into the distressed crowd. People were ramming into the pair of you from different directions as you tried to make your escape, you hear the police officers making arrests in the far off distance as you continued to fight your way through the throngs of people. Only when you finally ran off to where you had smoked a cigarette prior to the arrival of the police had you realized Alex hadn't followed you out like you so foolishly hoped she did.

The churning in your stomach only worsens when you hear more police cars arrive on the scene. "ALEX?! Jesus Christ- ALEX???" You yelled, trying to find her amidst the sea of people running for their lives, quite literally. "ALEX?!? ALEX WHERE ARE YOU?!?"

You unceremoniously jumped out of your skin when you hear a car pull up behind you causing you to gear up to try and run away, that was until the shotgun window rolled down and there was Carlos strapped in the driver's seat. "Get in!"

You were apalled. "I- I can't find my friend! I don't know where she is!" You shout back.

"Less likely of a chance you'll be able to find her when you're behind bars, come on!" The man insisted with a caring sense of urgency in his eyes.

Your frown deepened as you looked behind you, the sirens were starting to sound nearer. "Carlos I have to find her!" You say, turning back to look at him.

You saw a bulge form on his temple as his fingers flexed around the leather of his steering wheel. "I'll help you find her after the heat dies down, but please do yourself a favor and get in the car!" Carlos yelled before you open the door to the shot gun half-heartedly. You threw yourself inside and before you could even close the door he zoomed off. It felt like you had been suctioned onto the back of the seat as you were sure Carlos had floored it. You turn to look at him, only now you realize how dry your mouth felt, how your tongue felt foreign and rough like sand paper. "Thank you... for that."

"Don't mention it." He replied, dancing past the other cars that ran the speed limit as he drove the pair of you into the highway.

"You're right your ego'll inflate so much to the point it'll slow us down." You equipped, trying to ease the situation a little.

Even Carlos' hard exterior crumbles at that as you hear him chuckle. "Are you always this sweet to people who save your ass?"

"Usually, why?" You replied looking at him who shrugged, smiling ever so slightly. "Can't blame a guy for being curious."

That gets a little chuckle out of you which was promptly interjected by the sounds of sirens coming from behind you. You whip your head around to see at least 3- no, 4 police cars making their way through the traffic behind you. You turn to Carlos, mouth parted to warn him but it seems that he was a step ahead of you was the car went faster.

"They're right on us Carlos." You tell him, trying your hardest to keep your breakfast down as he deliberately ran a red light, causing a collision on the intersection, the car narrowly missing it.

"You doing okay? You don't sound like it." He asks you, taking a few seconds to look at you before they are back on the road as you force yourself to nod.

"Mm-hm, I just love the way car-chases make my knees weak."

"You sure it's the car and not me, hermosa?" He asks you mischievously. You giggled loudly at that. You're not a school-girl get it together. "Shut up, it almost sounds like you want us to get arrested."

He shrugged, smiling a shrewd smile. "Hey, it would be a killer story to relive and laugh about over some dinner sometime."

You glare at him and even in the dark you can see the distinct mischievous glint in his brown eyes. "Did you really just ask me out on a date? Now? While we're this close to being incarcerated???" You interrogate him loudly.

"If we get outta this alive and unscathed? I mean... it couldn't be the worst thing, no?"

You guffawed at his statement turning to him as he sped through yet another red light. "Yes it would, it seems like the only viable option for me now is to jump outta the car and surrender myself to the police."

He laughs boisterously at that. "Dios Mío, you're so mean!" Carlos exclaimed, sporting a boyish smile with his brows furrowed that made your heart do a somersault. "Speaking of police... I think we've lost them." He announces, switching his gaze from his riverview mirror to his sidemirror, with a victorious grin.

"Really??? Jesus Christ that was," you stopped to chuckle in disbelief, wiping the sweat of of your temples. "Exhilirating." You finish, finally landing on a word.

"Eh, same old, same old." Carlos sang dismissively, his face causing you to giggle. "When you've managed to accidentally rob a liquor store at 15 with your friends before school only for you to crash your dad's car into the river and have it blow up in flames all while avoiding being caught by the police, nothing surprises you anymore."

You snort. "How do you accidentally rob a liquor store?"

"Too long a story, I won't bother you with such details." He answers you, drawing a line with the air using his hand. "But the bottom line is that I'm never going to try and see how many bottles of cerveza fit inside my dad's military grade duffel bag."

You sucked in air through your teeth, shaking your head amusedly. "Christ, that behavior warrants you into being the favorite then, dosen't it?"

He hummed at you delightfully. "Look at that, we've only met tonight and yet it seems like I've known you forever." Carlos mused with a genuine smile on his face. "How do you do it?"

"Easy, I was the favorite growing up too." You replied. "Like calls to like after all."

"You're the oldest daughter followed by boys aren't you?"

"No, I was the one that followed boys, 3 of them. After years and years of trying Maman and Papa finally got the daughter they so desperately wished to have." You say, with a distant smile.

"Wow, I'm not good at this." Carlos replied dismally, raking a hand over his face with dread causing you to laugh at him again. "Hats off to them then, their daughter's pretty special."

"If I ever meet your parents I'd say the exact same thing." You replied.

He looks at you teasingly. "No you wouldn't."

"No, I wouldn't." You laughed, causing him to laugh too.

The night further blurred after that, to the point that even now several hours later you couldn't exactly pinpoint where you and Carlos have gone after you exited the highway, what you have done, what you have said.

Based off of the egregious headache you were nursing, a wadded up paper bag of chic-fil-a on the chair beside you, and a familiar soreness emanating through your limbs you finally pieced everything together.

Of course, the second you came home to your apartment a call from Charles lit up your phone screen. As much as you wanted to let your phone ring into oblivion, you begrudgingly answered his call.

"vous plaisantez j'espère? c'est la millionième fois que je t'appelle et pourtant tu ne réponds que maintenant à ton téléphone?" Charles practically bellowed the second your call came through. You try not to roll your eyes in front of him. are you kidding me? this is the millionth time i've called you and yet you only answer your phone now?

"laisse-moi mettre fin à l'appel alors, essayons d'atteindre cent millions." You bounced back, pausing your show to divert your full attention to your distressed brother who had probably not even slept a wink since last night... well, earlier this morning. let me end the call then, let's try and reach a hundred million.

"quel ennui tu es! je n'ai pas dormi du tout depuis que tu as décidé de disparaître après la course et de ne pas me dire, ni à Arthur, ni à Enzo, ni même à Alex où tu étais allé!" Charles reasoned loudly making you flinch at the volume of his voice, having to calibrate your own volume settings so your head dosen't explode. what a pain you are! i havent slept at all since you decided you'd disappear after the race and not tell me, or Arthur, or Enzo or even Alex where you'd gone!

"Chill the fuck out will you? I've arrived in my apartment in one piece. I haven't been taken by the police, I don't have any injuries. Je vais parfairtement bien." I'm perfectly fine. You managed, massaging your temple off camera.

"Where were you?" Charles asks you now. "And where did your necklace go? That used to be Mamans."

"I took it off, Jesus." You lied quickly. In truth, you didn't know where the hell it was, but you decided to lie to not make the conversation last any longer than it should. "And I was off with someone- I don't- Why do I have to tell you these things? I'm as old as Arthur aren't I? I don't see you grilling him when he comes home late, in fact your fucking praise him for it!" You defend, finding it in yourself to finally raise your voice at you brother. Who scratched his head in frustration.

Charles remains silent for a second before he opens his mouth. "Fine... Fine! je ne te forcerai pas." I wont force it out of you. Charles exclaimed, ultimately giving in.

You fiddle with the remote in silence before you look back at him, bristling on your spot in the couch. "For what it's worth Cha, I'm sorry I made you worry so much. That was insensitive of me."

His face softens a little when he laughs through his nose. "Whatever, whatever. Truce." He mused, trying to sound all irritated when in fact he was not, causing you to giggle. "Don't pull shit like that the next time you come to my races, putain. I can see why Maman was so eager to let you move out."

You scowled. "you're goddamn insane if you really think i'm going to another race."

"See you Chou, take care." Says Charles, sporting a grin you were relieved to see back on his face. You rolled your eyes at him endearingly. "See you soon, Cha." You then end the call.

When you were about to put your phone down to continue watching the show you had paused, you receive a text message from an unknown number. You decide to view it so you could delete it and not have it take space in your phone storage but forgot about all of that when you finally read the message.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Your work inspires me so much!! If its ok, could i request something…? I´m in need of some angsty headcanons, since i dreamed about this particular scenario… How would the kings (who are deeply in love) react after discovering that his beloved MC is madly in love with one of their most faithful subordinates? MC has rejected their romantic advances before, but they are only now realizing why… And that… Hurts. I imagine would be Satan-Sitri, Beel-Bael, Levi-Foras, Mammon-Bimet?, Luci-Marbas? (my heart can't do this with Gami, its his little broo), and Belph-Beleth. Sorry if my english is bad, but thank you so much for your hard work!

WHB kings reaction to their crush liking someone else

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

A/N: Aw, thank you and dw your english is good! ^^

Warning: Some of these get a bit yandere :)

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Well, Satan is seeing red

He's unable to look at Sitri the same

In doing so he spends more time with Amy, which makes Sitri mad

The two eventually end up having an argument about it and if you haven't told Sitri yet, he's in for another shock

Being the good king he is, he won't stand in your relationship as long as you hide it in front of him

If he sees you two together without leaving a space for Jesus, one of you is getting kicked across the whole Hell

Also to add onto the angst: his visits to pubs and heavy drinking get more frequent

At some point it gets so bad that the smell of alcohol just carries with him, but his mind is still sound enough to be a king

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Oh...

Well, this is a first

Wanting something, but he can't have it?

So this is what it's like to be a common peasant

Mammon hates the feeling of that

He would never hurt you, you're his master and you're free to do what you want

Still, that doesn't mean that Bimet won't feel the sting of it

So Mammon gives him less and less change

Bet you feel stupid now, since Bimet has barely any money

Oh, and look... Mammon just so happens to be very hot and fanning himself with a stack of money

Care for a 5* hotel stay at the most expensive spa in all of Hell?

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Full Yandere mode

What, did you expect anything less from the king of Envy?

How foolish you are, really...

Leviathan gets commisioned a golden cage that's installed into his bedroom and that's where you stay

If you try to escape too many times, he'll even go as far as chaining you to the metal construction

For extra security, while he's away, there's at least five of his servants guarding you

If you're to go somewhere, it's only with Leviathan himself

Even Barbatos and Glasyalabolas can't be trusted

Oh, and Foras? He's lucky to even be alive

Anytime they cross paths in the halls, he's hanging from the cieling in a matter of seconds and isn't let go until he's passed out from the lack of oxygen

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Ahahah, nope

That doesn't stop Beel

No, he dosen't even acknowledge the fact

You're his

Bael? You fell for him while he was dressed up as Beel and now you're just confused, silly Y/N.

Is he gaslighting you or himself? Kinda both, actually

Poor Bael is just witnessing the whole thing and can't do anything about it

Beel is just an unstoppable force and nothing can change his mind

It's probably best to just let him forget about his feelings towards you

Let's hope that'll happen within your lifetime, otherwise youv'e got a stalker that defies all natural and supernatural laws

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Now, Belphie might be asleep most of the time, but that still doesn't mean you get to just run around and wanna be with anyone else

Oh, it's Beleth you're into?

Hm, looks like Belphie has to have a lengthy talk with him about it then

Since he hates long convos, it has to be short, sweet and straight to the point

And that's how Beleth finds himself smothered by the king's power as he's practically threatening to make him evaporate if he doesn't back off from you and reject all your advances

(Actually, you can still be in relationship with Beleth outside of the king's palace, but if Belphie finds out from someone else or smells your scent on Beleth, you're both gone)

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Lucifer tries to be as mature as possible, but there's still this jealousy gnawing on him from the inside

Asks Buer to help him with some meditation and breathing excercises to chase away his feelings and the thoughts

As one of the Seraphims, he had to learn to share God's love and this comes in handy

Actualy, what's wrong with having more than one partner? This is Hell, afterall...

The rest of his nobles know not to bring up you or Marbas in the same sentence or even the same context

Luci, being the demon of pride and all, firmly believes, that your feelings for Marbas are just temporary and soon you'll come to realise which demon is superior to that sex-crazed maniac

If things take a little too long for his liking, however, he's not against serving you a special type of tea strained through his underwear to speed things up

But don't worry, he's doing this for your own good :)

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠 🪱 WIGGLY WEDNESDAY 🪱 🧠

Thanks for the tag @stervrucht ! Ended up writing this on my lunch and hiding in the back at work lmaoooo

Because today I’m thinking about…children’s entertainer Eddie Munson and single parent Steve Harrington…

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This is definitely a modern au. Eddie did the whole band thing in high school, and they still get together and play in bars and occasionally at events and things, but now Eddie’s music is…different.

Like…think Johnny Karate different.

Except he’s still Eddie. He still dresses in darker clothing, still keeps the metal influence in his music, it’s just all kid appropriate nowadays. He sings songs that are inspired by DnD and fantasy novels he loved growing up, like The Hobbit and The Last Unicorn. He even has a couple children’s books out based on his songs and stories. (His buddy Jeff illustrates them.)

Now, Eddie’s biggest fan happens to be Dustin Henderson, the young friend of single parent Steve Harrington. Dustin is actually a fan of Corroded Coffin as well, which is how he learned of Eddie’s children entertainment persona, The Freak (so named to show kids it’s good to be different), who sometimes dresses up like a court jester, especially when working a kid’s birthday party, crowning the kid as king or queen or anything else their little heart desires.

Steve has two little kids, twins, a boy and a girl. Their fifth birthday is coming up and Dustin convinces Steve to hire Eddie. After much heeing and hawing, Steve finally agrees, if only because Dustin gets the kids to whine about it too, and Steve honestly can’t say no to any of kids, even the ones that are only fiveish years younger than him.

Eddie comes, dressed in his understated jester costume, and the kids absolutely adore him. He all but beams when the boy staunchly proclaims he wants to be a princess, not a prince, and the little girl decides she wants to be a goblin. But a good one. Eddie grins and tells her to watch out for enchanted crystals.

The kids then decide that if the boy is a princess, then that makes their dad the king, and Eddie grins even wider and flourishes an adult size crown for just this sort of occasion. After a lot of complaining about his hair, Steve finally agrees to wear the crown, feeling oddly flushed when Eddie gets close enough to set it on top his head.

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t mess your hair up too badly. Not until you ask me too,” he whispers just for Steve to hear and winks, even as he quickly jumps away because rule number one is never flirt with a parent when he’s on a job. Something about the single dad is just a little too much for Eddie’s self-restraint, however. Both are blushing.

The rest of the party goes on well, he even gets most of the adults to join in on the ridiculous and repetitive titles, and maybe he showboats a little with his guitar riffs, but Steve’s eyes have barely left him the entire time, and only then when he needed to keep his eyes on the kids.

Eddie is paid and leaves, like he’s supposed to, though not without giving out his business card to some of the other attending parents who want to hire him as well for their own kids’ birthday parties. All in all, a successful night. He gives one last glance at Steve and then he’s gone.

…

Time passes, yeah? Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie. Eddie can’t stop thinking about Steve. They both think that’s the end of it.

And then Dustin, matchmaker extraordinaire who clocked that shit immediately because Steve hasn’t looked at anyone since the kids, convinces Steve to go to a bar with him where a live band is playing.

The band?

Why, what else but Corroded Coffin.

And the lead guitarist? Well he just happens to look beautifully familiar.

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rip fartbuckle

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

No pressure tags: @scoops-aboy86 @endlessmusings1801 @steddieassheg0es @steddiecameraroll @fkinkindagauche (if you’ve already been tagged and posted before, let me know so I can read your stuff!)

[touretticeddiemunson]

“(if i get more pretty) do you think he will like me?” [wayne’s pov]

summary: transmasc eddie trying so hard to be a girl because he likes steve, and as far as he knows, steve is straight. he’s constantly putting his own mental health in jeopardy just because of a stupid boy.

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Wayne wonders why his boy is suddenly curling his hair again, putting on lip gloss, and wearing those little black dresses he once wore when he was in junior high. He watches Eddie come home with mascara stains stuck to his cheeks, a dead giveaway that he’d been crying.

It gets to the point that Eddie asks Wayne to stop calling him “he”.

He tells Wayne he’s not a boy, he was wrong; he wanted to be a girl again.

Wayne had no problem making Eddie comfortable, so he did what she wanted. She wanted to be called Ella again, wanted Wayne to take her shopping for different clothes. But even though Ella insisted, Wayne couldn’t help but notice that “Ella” still wasn’t happy. “She” still came home crying, as unhappy as she was before her transition to male, possibly even moreso.

Eddie never seemed the type to pretend to be something he wasn’t. So why was he doing it now? Eddie seemed to be perfectly happy as Eddie.

One day, Wayne’s boy came home in his old clothes. He looked just as dejected as the days he’d come home crying. Every time he asked what was up, Eddie shut him down. He decided to be “Eddie” again, shouted that he was done pretending, that he would never like him anyway. Despite all the questions Wayne had brewing, he knew better than to ask them. It wasn’t like Eddie would answer them.

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Years went by and his boy still wasn’t happy. He didn’t see him that way until months after the earthquake came and destroyed their house. Even then, he wasn’t himself, and rightfully so. Wayne longed to see his boy the way he was before he was affected by whoever made him question who he wanted to be.

He finally saw Eddie happy again one night. Wayne came home late to find his boy smiling in his sleep on the couch, cheek pressed against the shoulder of the Harrington boy. There was a snuffed joint in the ashtray and a few empty bottles of beer on the floor. He gave Eddie a kiss on the forehead and watched lovingly as the boy shuffled in the other’s strong arms. He wondered if this was the person who’d caused Eddie try to be his old self; the person who made his boy so unhappy. He hoped to whatever god there was that this boy was going to be good to his Eddie, that he wouldn’t make him feel unloved again.

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Over the course of several more years, the two boys grew closer. They didn’t have to say anything to Wayne for him to know they were in love. They moved off to Chicago with Eddie’s band, where they put out their first album.

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In the times Eddie was convincing himself that he was supposed to be a girl, Wayne could hear Eddie picking up his guitar in the dead of night and plucking out chords. He heard his quiet, pained voice fighting against sobs, choking out words to a song Eddie was writing.

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After spending 2 years traveling through America with the band, Corroded Coffin was a household name for metal fans. Eddie became a hot topic in magazines, became a staple of the metal scene. They held their biggest concert at Lollapalooza that year and got Wayne VIP seating.

That evening, they played a new song.

“Is everyone enjoying the show tonight?” Eddie called into the mic. He was met with thunderous cheers, enough to make everyone’s ears ring. “That’s great to hear, you guys. It means a lot that you came out to see us. We’re gonna end the night with a new song and then we’ll turn it over to your next artist, but I have a little to say about it first,” He announced.

The chords took Wayne back to a time he’d never forget. Weeks after the concert, they released their new album containing the song. The album “In the Dead of Night” was a hit everywhere, released on streaming platforms and even printed on vinyl. The moment it hit the record store in Hawkins, Wayne bought the first copy he could get his hands on. He rushed home and put it on his record player, sniffling as the familiar chords reached Wayne’s ears again.

Wayne stood crying in the kitchen next to the record player as he listened to the full product of Eddie’s teenage torment.

“If I get more pretty, do you think he will like me?”

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a/n: i was inspired by the lyrics of “prom queen” by beach bunny for this. the song is originally about developing an ED, but i also thought that it would fit really well as someone going back in the closet pretending to be someone they’re not.

[gojoswhitebabydolllashes]

The fall can be greater once at the top.

Logan howlett x reader

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DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE SPOILERS !!!!

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Warnings: Canon divergence.

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I couldn't say I blamed them. They all wanted to know so much, but I had nothing to tell. Logan didn't remember me. He doesn't. And he may never do again. I may never hear him love me or feel his embrace or cook dinner with him ever again. But that's fine it's fine is in Fi it-

FUCK

The dagger hit the wood stump down the middle, splitting it in two with a crunching crack. This wasn't my Logan. He looked like him yes and smelt like him and stared at me like him. But it Wasn't him.

How the fuck was I going to get him back? The early morning sun burst through the foliage with angelic rays of light that illuminated the grass below me. Like logans late night into early morning log runs. He would gather timber and old wood from the mill and bring it home. Would always say he'd turn it into toys for our children.

But he never did.

And we never had any children.

"Hey you!"

Logan. Still dressed in his suit, he marched through the thick ankle length grass toward me, that infamous scowl still printed on his face. Aged. Beautiful.

I cleared my throat "sorry" I stood up quickly "I can go if you'd prefer-"

"No" he interrupted "stay, you were here first I'm only stopping by to have a drink anyways"

Ever so grumpy and always so soft.

"I'm sure your wondering why I'm wearing the same suit as you huh?"

It was a terrible conversation starter. Because of course he wasn't. Why the fuck would he be?

"I was at first. But now I'm just thinking your some kind of fan" i sipped the liquid in his drink.

A fan.

a fan. A fucking fan. He looks at me like a fan. I took a bullet for him. I lost limbs and lost an eye. I kept secrets from my own family to protect Logan. Almost died protecting my own mind from Xavier to keep Logan safe. I killed myself so that Magneto couldn't trace him. Destroyed myself from the inside out for the possibility that it could save Logan. Helped him regain some memories back when he lost them. Stitched him up when he lost the ability to regenerate. Snapped a lot of metal bones back into place. Held him when he had nightmares and snuck out of bed. Trying to not wake him in the middle of the night to stitch the wound his claws had given me so that he wouldn't panic.

I held him in my arms while he died bleeding from the mouth. Choking. Coughing as I sobbed onto his clothing soaking my face in delicate tears of agony.

But what would I know I'm just a fucking fan.

"No. No, I'm no fan. I actually come from another earth like Wade. I'm the first female wolverine to grace the earth in that universe. Feels pretty amazing sometimes"

For a moment, I saw a glint of smile on his lips. "Damn, a female wolverine, huh? So, do I still exist or at all in your universe?"

Oh. Oh yes, does he exist. He's amazing. Oh, Logan, if only I could express it to you. Not even Odin above or any Oracle could give me the power to tell you about my wolverine.

"You do. Infact we know each other"

It was a risk. Fuck it was a massive risk doing this. I felt like I was going to throw up or worse faint. I thought death must be kinder than this.

"We do?" He furrowed his brows "hard to imagine anyone would even fucking look at me in Any other world" he drank his drink again.

"In," I sighed and scratched my head nervously. "In my universe, you're actually my husband"

Logan could have dropped his glass onto metal in a soundproof room, and it would have been quieter than the silence that fell upon the forest as I spoke. He shifted his head slightly.

"Sorry i-"

"No, no, you don't have to be sorry," he chuckled.

He actually chuckled.

"You look like her. My wife. I'm my universe. She's dead. She died saving me. You have her hair, her eyes. Hell, you even fucking smell like her"

He stared at the grass by his feet. I felt his thoughts working in his brain. I felt him try to pick what to say and how to say it. Like the earth was spinning, and he was the only one standing still. I just focused on him. That's all I could do

"I wish just once," he started, "that it could actually be her. Passed the hallucinations and the nightmares and the dreams and the constant agony. I just wish once that whoever is standing up there in the heavens would just let me see her again"

But you are. I'm right here. I'm right fucking here. The woman who died for you in your universe. The woman who saved you and lived in mine. The woman you married and loved and adore.

But of course, it's not actually her. I'm not his me. And he's not my him. It's all just one big agonising dream, isn't it? It's all just a tortuous slow and painful circle that we must endure to live peacefully.

"I'm sorry I wasted your time." he gruffly cleared his throat and walked away.

I should have grabbed his fucking hand.

But I watched him leave.

[axelsagewrites]

Ramsay Bolton*Appreciate You

Pairing: ramsay x f!commoner!reader

Kintober Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Word count: 1148

Warnings: kidnap, dubcon, kidnapping, praise, questionable intensions. threats, restraints, fingering, smut 18+

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“People will realise I’m gone,” you tried to sound tough, but your voice came out more like a whimper. “They’ll come looking for me,” you cried out as the hooded man paced the room.

You weren’t sure where you were just that this chamber was cold and that the rusty cuffs around your wrist were keeping you from leaving the bed. There were only three candles and the longer you waited, heart pounding and a chill beginning to set in, you wondered if they would burn out before you could escape.

“I wouldn’t be so sure darling,” the man said, stopping his paces to sit in the sole 231q

 across from the bed. It was almost as if he’d made his cloak too big so that his hood covered all but his lower face but still you could see a smirk on his lips, “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You didn’t even notice did you?” he asked and you shook your head no, afraid to even speak, “No and why would you? after all you’re used to no one watching you,” he paused for a moment before leaning in, resting his elbows on his knees, “No one appreciating you,”

His words sent shivers down your spine, “What do you want from me?”

“All I want,” he said slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, “is you. your touch,” he said, his hand reaching out to slowly stroke up your arm. You tried to jerk away only to be met with the sounds of metal clinking at the mystery man’s chuckle, “your affection even. After all us bastards have to stick together,”

“Who are you?” you asked, your eyebrows knitting together as you wondered if you’d heard that voice before. He paused for a moment before his hand went to his hood, pulling the fabric off his head, “Ramsay?” you asked, your voice a whisper as you stared at him in shock.

“In the flesh,” he said, standing from his chair to sit on the edge of your bed, “What a pretty little thing you are. You know at first, I thought your beauty was impossible. Perhaps only so sightly from a distance but now,” he said, his fingers stroking your cheek making you flinch, “I realise the men around simply have no taste,”

You hated the way your skin grew hot. They were not sweet words. They were twisted and dark and tainted with his faint smirk but still they made it hard to look away from him. “Where am I?” you whispered.

“Somewhere no one can hurt you,” he whispered back, almost smiling you notice but not quite. Still his words made it hard not to laugh when the cold metal around your wrists brought you to reality. Ramsay leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your cold cheeks as he pushed the hair out of your face, “Don’t be afraid sweetheart,” he assured, voice dripping with tenderness, “I treat my pets very well,”

“I’m not a pet,” you tried to argue, to be defiant, not to fall for his tricks.

Ramsay’s eyes darkened, his hand grabbing a fistful of hair making you gasp, “Did I say you could speak?” he barked before his lips suddenly crashed onto yours. you gasped into the kiss which only allowed him to deepen it.

Your wrists tugged on the restraints, metal clanking as Ramsay removed his cloak, tossing it to the side without breaking his kiss. His fist tightened around your hair making you wince however once you felt yourself kissing back his grip released.

His lips left yours only to trail harsh marks and bites down your neck to the neckline of your dress. Without warning his hands took hold of the fabric, tearing it in two. You gasped, the cold air washing over your body making your nipples harden.

His hands took hold of your breasts, squeezing them as he moved to rest his legs over yours, his hard cock evident through his trousers. You gasped when he pinched your sensitive buds, rolling them between your fingers.

You mentally cursed the wetness growing in between your legs, your thighs instinctively clamping together. this however made Ramsay smirk, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he asked, a glimmer in his eye.

“No,” you said meekly but when his hand wrapped around your throat you found yourself stuttering for words.

“Never,” he cut your stammers off, speaking slow as if chastising a child, “lie to me again. I will always know,” he scolded, and you nodded quickly. You whimpered as you felt his hand trail up your thighs, “Open them,” Ramsay ordered and after a second and a telling look on his face you complied.

You shivered when you felt his finger run up your slit, “What a little liar,” Ramsay laughed, “Look how wet you are,” he mocked as his finger teased your hole making you whine, “and desperate too,” he said, his lips returning back to your neck as he slipped his fingers in. he curled them with precision and you hated the way your hip bucked and chills went up your spine as he moved his thumb over your clit.

His lips found your nipples, sucking them harshly before grazing them with his teeth making you gasp. Your arms tugged at your restraints, desperate to touch him or push him away you weren’t sure, but you could feel your cunt tightening around his fingers as your orgasm threatened to spill.

It didn’t take much more, another curl of his fingers and another bite to your sensitive bud and you felt your body tighten, your arms tugging on the restraints till the metal bruised your wrists as your peak washed over you. “Such a pretty little thing,” Ramsay cooed as he pulled himself away from you only to stroke his hand over your cheek once more before standing.

“Where are you going?” you asked, breathless as you gazed across the room at him, still bare from where he had torn your dress.

“I have other matters to attend to,” he said as he walked to a chest and unlocked it, “but I will be back, don’t you worry sweetheart,” he said as he threw a grin over his shoulder your way and suddenly self-consciousness began to wash over you as he pulled something out of the chest. He tossed the furs over your body as he walked to the side of the bed, undoing your wrist chains so now only your ankles kept you connected to the bed.

“What are you going to do with me?” you asked again, this time less fear in your voice but you were still nervous to meet his gaze as he cupped your cheek.

“Oh, I think you know sweetheart,” he grinned, that twinkle returning to his eyes, “Don’t worry, I won’t go far. Neither will you,”

Taglist: @clairacassidy @nyotamalfoy  @valeskafics

[thegreengnome]

Could I request aunt!Rhaenyra x niece!reader where they’ve always shared a strong bond, and one day during a tourney or feast Nyra gets possessive/protective when *her* reader is flirted with by some lord while reader is confused but basks in her Muña’s affections anyway?

Y/N detested tourneys. The overzealous crowd that cheered and booed at every little thing. The uneasy but pleasing bloodshed that made her wish the dress she had picked for the occasion was not so light in colour. But the worst thing about these so-called events was the heat.

It was certainly not a pleasant heat; it was sticky and sweltering and it made the whole thing unbelievably unbearable. Unfortunately, due to her royal status Y.N had to endure. Those should be her house words.

Y/N was sure that this was why the ladies’ fan was created. Said fan was waving at her face in a steady pace but it was simply not doing the trick. Perhaps one of the ogling lords could fan her, mayhap even two of them. At least they would be doing something useful instead of ‘discreetly’ placing bets on rivel houses.

“Are you feeling alright dearest?” Stopping her fan as elegantly as possible, Y/N brings her attention to her aunt.

Rhaenyra Targaryen truly was the realms delight, the hair surrounding her head made her seem otherworldly and her eyes glowed as she glanced at her niece. Rhaenyra was the one family member Y/N could confidently say she loves although her younger cousins could sometimes be entertaining.

“Yes, I am fine. the heat is getting to me today is all”

The look of worry makes Y/N’s heart clench. Its not a look one should see on the face of the heir to the throne. It made the girl want to reach out and take her aunt into her arms. Instead, she reaches for her hand. Y/N clasps it between her own moving her thumb over the back of it.

“Do not worry about me aunty”

Rhaenyra chuckles “I cannot help it” Rhaenyra brushes a wisp of hair from Y/N’s brow. Y/N cannot decipher the look that passes over her aunts face as she sweeps the hair but only a second later that look is forgotten by the neigh of an approaching horse.

The hand holding her own tightens painfully as the knight speaks out to the royal box.

“It would be a great honour if the princess Y/N bestowed her Favor onto me” ignoring the amused chuckles around her the young royal removes her hand from the ever-growing grip and grabs the Favor she had spent the previous night crafting with her younger cousins.

Y/N looks back at her aunt and pauses. Her once angelic face looks unusually angry. Her lips pursed, her brows furrowed and her eyes facing forward. Not acknowledging the girl next to her.

Y/N knew what her duty was. To please the lords and ladies of the realm so she makes sure a smile graces her lips. She smiles prettily down at the knight, a smattering of chuckles thrown in.  “I wish you good fortune to you ser”

The knight bows his head in thanks and makes his way back to the competition. Y/N could not see the knights face but from the proud looking stag on his dented shield, she could take an educated guess.

The look had yet to fall from her aunts face as she made her way back to her seat “Sodjisto”

Ignoring the sounds of metal on wood, Y/N faces her aunt determined to get a reaction out of her.

“I’m fine sweetling” Y/N had never known that tone of voice come from the women next to her before, well never aimed towards her. While Y/N had achieved her end her aunts’ eyes had yet to move from the knight.

An almost bubbling feeling started in Y/N’s stomach, a feeling of dread. Why was her aunt watching this knight like that? Why was it not her that was being looked at?

These feelings were new and confusing. The young girl did not know what to do. A touch on her hand distracted her from her thoughts. Rhaenyra had grabbed the hand next to her, her thumb rubbing the back of it. The weight was comforting.

Unbeknownst to Y/N. Her aunt was weighing the pros and cons of having the knight taken out by someone loyal to her.  

[endmeenby]

Chapter 1 of a Overlord Husk/Angel Dust fan fic inspired by @celestialalpacaron's Overlord AU (I love it so much thank you). Also pasted below incase you don't like a03

A Gamble, A Deal, A Promise

Chapter 1

It really wasn’t that different from the sound stage. Bright white lights, mechanical whirling. The stagnant smell of old and fresh cigarettes. The chirps of laughter mixed with the cries of despair.

“Do you like it, Angel?” Valentino purred in his ear.

“Yes, Val.”

“Good, because by the end of tonight, it will all belong to me.”

What a stupid fucking idea, taking over Hell’s only casino. Angel hadn’t asked how. He didn’t care why. When Valentino ordered him to dress nice, they were going out, Angel had just smiled and nodded.

Val led him by Angel’s collar (chain really, artfully designed to look like jewelry at first glance) deeper into the building. They passed slots, crabs, poker. Laughing demons holding money or drinks or ass. Angel spotted one sobbing into their hands as the dealer expressionlessly scooped up a mountain of chips.

Each table was full, except for one at the very back, the one that Valentino stopped at. He sat and motioned for Angel to sit right besides him. Besides him, not at his feet or forcing Angel on to his knees. Oh, now he knew where this was going. Now he knew why Val had brought him here.

Angel grinned a charming grin as he sat on one of the high stools. He rested his chin on his palm, manuvering in a way that the spaghetti strap of his dress fell off his shoulder. The dealer didn’t even glance up. He had been shuffling his deck before they showed up, and he hadn’t stopped.

“One hundred to cash in.” The dealer said. He was devislishly handsome, if Angel could say so himself. Short salt and pepper dreads and goatee, dressed in a tuxe matching every other dealer in the casino. The things Angel would do to him.

“Starting so low,” Valentino crooned.

“If you want to raise it, be my guest,” the dealer said. And his voice, deep and smokey. Oh the things Angel would do.

“Angel baby, you got my money?”

“Of course Daddy.” He leaned forward to give the dealer a view as he pulled a clip of hundreds from the top of his dress. Fuckin’ finally. The metal clip had been irritating his skin. The dealer didn’t even look up.

Val laid 5 bills out. The dealer scooped them up and tucked them into the inside of his jacket. From under the table he pulled 10 red and black chips. 5 he pushed towards Val, 5 he pushed towards Angel. He then flicked two cards at Valentino. Both stopped perfectly in front of him face up, a Jack and a 2. He did the same for Angel, a Queen and an Ace.

“Well aren’t you lucky,” the dealer said as he laid his own cards down, one face down one up right (A, 5). Angel morphed his scoff into a light giggle. Lucky, fucking lucky.

Val’s hand covered the Queen and the Ace. “He’s not playing.”

“Then why the fuck is he sitting at my table?”

“You said it yourself,” Val slid the cards back towards the dealer. “He’s lucky.”

Val won the first round, and the second, and the third. His shit eating grin growing with each chip that was tossed his way. Angel wondered why he had even needed him, he was doing just fine on his own.

Soon there was a mountain of chips in front of him. “I’m starting to get bored, Husky. How about we make this a little more interesting?”

Husky? Husk? The Gambling Demon? That can’t be right. No way would the Gambling Demon lose 20 times in a row in his own casino.

But now, the dealer, the Gambling Demon, Husk, looked Val in the eyes. “What are you suggesting?”

“You have such a lovely place here! It makes me a little jealous, you know?”

“You’re asking for a cut of my casino.”

“No, no, Husky don’t get me wrong, I don’t want a cut.” Valentino folded his hands on the table. “I want the whole damn thing.”

Angel wanted to laugh. He had seen Val act recklessly. The things he would do for power, the people he would kill, the spirits he would break. But this, this was just fucking stupid.

Husker split his deck in half and folded them back together. “If you’re coming for my job, you better understand the risks.”

“I know Husky. I’ll put up all the rights to my movies. The revenue, it would all be yours.”

Husk scowled. “I don’t want your pornos man. I said my job is on the line. You got to bet something actually worth a damn. Something that would actually sting to lose.”

Valentino’s grin flipped. Angel had never seen him like this. Val was actually thinking. He was debating what to do. Angel’s entire body was tense. He didn’t know how to deal with a Val that didn’t already have his next step planned out.

Valentino came to a decision. He snapped his fingers and a golden scroll appeared in his hand. A contract. Angel’s contract. He put it down on top of the pile of chips.

Angel felt like he was choking on his on tongue. “V-val, what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” Val said through clenched teeth. “Daddy’s got this.”

Husker laid the cards out. “Now, we can play.”

[the-ghost-of-a-spirit]

watching MHA 2 heros

@maidofdarkness23

starting off, this feels so old, but its only from 2018

why does that guy have a plus ultra cape

WHY DOES YOUNG ALMIGHT LOOK LIKE THAT

i am not loving (am dying inside) this style. like why is it like this. save me, please get better

okay, so deku is here now, the style is still irritating me (dunno why) but deku helps (maybe cause he makes it seem more normal)

11 minutes in and im finally ok

almight getting stopped by the fans, and returning covered in kisses

oh hey, its mellisa

almight is the extrovert between dave and him.

there are nobel quirk prizes

"monster hero godzillo" what next, gorrila hero kang?

oh hey, its jiro, momo and uraraka

kaminari and mineta are waiters??

is the whole class gonna be there

ida exist here too

i was wondering when bakugo and kirashima were gonna come

imagine if, like, miriyo or aizawa or some other non-1A person come

todoroki is here to, was waiting for him. so all the girls came with momo i think, so that just leaves (finds list of students) aoyama, ojiro, koda, sato, shojo and tokoyami.

how did i just realise how skinny not-buff-almight it.

melissa is really pretty in the dress

sero and sato is also here

tokoyami and shoji too

ah yes, go into a room filled with pros, people who's entire job is stopping villans, that'll end well

okay, so they still have uno

we got a purple hulk now. we also had duolingo birds before

i forgot this was a while before where i'm up to and tat deku doesn't use his legs and todoroki doesn't use fire

deku should have thrown him out the window (technically hole in wall)

i've made it to the boing scene

WAIT, DAVE IS EVIL?

what if dave/almight

what if dave/sam

almight's phone made normal noise. why

y'know what i want. everyone to just be chilling. it'll be funny

what i dont get is all this school pride, like why is everyone so "plus ultra" all the time. normal people literally dont care abt school mottos

afo kinda looks like centipeder.

big metal monster guy got defeated

[thisnameisnotspokenfor]

💯🎵

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Cepheus- star music is his favorite. Ofc they differ from court to court.

In terms of human music I think if he were living during our times he’d be a MASSIVE fan of David Bowie and Prince.

Asha- I imagine she’d have a wide yet structured taste of music that she likes to listen to depending on her mood (the side of Rosa’s where she’s from exposes her to a lot of different music while she grew up like Flamenco, and a ton of music from all over the world that sort of developed her tastes and Rosas' musical identity.) As a child, Asha always participated in school plays especially musical theatres, so a lot of her tastes in music also stem from there (she tends to like dramatic or dynamic music). ((Her favorite instrument is the violin!)) In modern times, I imagine that she'd love to listen to anything ranging from classical music (like Swan Lake, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata) to smooth jazz, to even Gorillaz (her favorite album is a tie between Demon Dayz and Plastic Beach- but I can see her leaning towards Demon Dayz).

Valentino: loves heavy metal- (jk)

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Lol I'll give you six because I'm feeling strangely creative today.

Asha:

-Asha is a better fighter than you think she is. Growing up as the granddaughter of the captain of the guard, Asha's been practically training in self-defense for as long as she could remember. Sabino's taught her a variety of stuff- but the martial arts she uses is heavily based off of those that many warriors from Rosas' predecessors learned. She's pretty good at it (I honestly hope she'd be at this point, considering that she's been training in it since she was 5) but there's a reason why Safi, Nachos and Dario would not want to square up with Asha, despite all being bigger than her.

-Asha invented Nachos cookies! (This will probably be revealed in the story) So in one chapter Asha reveals that when she was sick the prince came to visit. She was devastated that she didn't meet him (yes- a younger Asha did have a crush on Ignacio) and when he came back, she stayed up all night to make Ignacio cookies. Long story short, he ended up spending the whole day annoying Dahlia and never got to try the cookies. (Asha then lost her crush on him)

-Asha hates astrology. No seriously- integrating magic with astronomy? It irks her to no end, which was probably why Magnifico tried to make her study it along side magic. When he found out that she had no potential for magic, he stopped trying to teach her. If you ever want to make an enemy out of Asha just tell her astrology > astronomy.

-Young Asha always dreamed of being a princess. Now when she was super little, it was admittedly for the castle, adventures and sparkly dresses. But as she grew older, it was not necessarily for the affluence, but simply because deep down, I think she saw it as a 'it's not the treasure, it's the quest sort of ordeal.' I believe that in this world, royalty has always had a sort of 'divine' connotation to it. You're given the right to rule via birthright through divine power- (Magnifico will talk about this in the upcoming chapter) so there are people born into this world to lead and the rest to follow.

Asha as a peasant girl didn't really buy into this idea- simply because she looked up to her father- a man void of all noble blood, but was crucial in helping Magnifico establish Rosas. Which, not to go on a tangent is another reason why his loss hurt Asha so much. Her father was pretty much an inspiration to Asha that you didn't need to have a rank, wealth, or magical powers to help and impact those around you, something which she aspires to do now, even though she's more or less assimilated the classist views into her self-perception.

But let's get back on track to the princess part, shall we? As a child Asha admired princesses, because of what they did to either become a princess or achieve a goal. They always defied the odds to save/inspire those who they loved or change things for the better.

I'm not sure if this dream persists- as the discovery that she couldn't do magic along with the passing of her grandmother/father definitely took a toll.

Asha's grandmother taught her how to sing! When Asha was little her grandmother would take her outside and teach her to sing!

-Asha sleeps with weapons underneath her bed.

Cepheus: (only 2 facts here because I really can't spoil anything)

-Contrary to popular opinion, Cepheus did not like Asha that much when they first met: Now I know you're probably thinking- wait but wasn't he super friendly and curious when meeting her? Yes. He was. But I'm talking about that night on the ship when after reuniting, Asha fell asleep. Cepheus is finally left alone with his thoughts and begins thinking about his situation/Asha herself. None of which I can really divulge because it's rather, ya know, spoiler-y. But I can confidently say that his opinions on her has changed.

But they're still complicated.

-Cepheus is on good terms with his nannies now. It took a lot of time to track them all down and apologize, but they're 'even' now.

-Cepheus says that annoying Asha is like six months of therapy for him.

Geeze....That's literally the only things I can share.....*nervously glances at Ceph's legal team*

[arc-misadventures]

(Idea) nightmarish monstrosity jaune experimented on by ironwood and jacques but with some girls of your choice for smut or fluff

The Hybrid

Jacques: Stay away! Stay away!

The head of the SDC ran down the halls of his secret laboratory, fear powering his steps as a monster hunted him like a deer in the wilds.

Jacques tripped, and fell upon the ground, as he struggled to his feet he found the pistol of one of the dead guards who once protected these halls. He grabbed the pistol, and ran towards the landing pads, a frantic pace in his steps as he ran. He fired the pistol twice behind him as he heard the faintest of a growl behind him.

Jacques once impeccable dress suit was now a tattered, and ruin piece of fabric, smeared red with the blood of his employees. As he reached the empty landing bay, he let out a laugh of relief before turning around, and gave a scream of a life time.

Jacques: AHHH-GRK?!!

The monster had hunted him with ease, the path he followed was one of simplicity, and certainly. It was easy for any, Huntsman to follow. Or, at least for what once was a, Huntsman.

Or, what was once considered a human.

: Jacques…!!!

The gun effortlessly fell from his hands as he felt a vice like grip tighten around his throat. He failed to pry the fingers off of him.

Jacques: Pleaseeee…! L-Let me go!

The monster chuckled softly, his voice like a burning axe being dragged along freezing cold ice. He may appear to be some sort of monster. But, he was created to be a monster, for whatever sick game this thing did to turn him into this. Well, whatever creature with a dark, and a depraved mind to turn one into such a beast was the true monster here.

: Oh, you’re begging me to let you goo? Tell me, how many beg you to let them go? How many beg for mercy! How many beg for you to stop! How many did you answer! Hmm?!

Jacques: I… C-C-Can’t breath?!

: None! You let none go free! The morgue of this hell hole is filled with the dozens of innocent victims you defiled! And, for what?! Power, wealth, influence! What brought your mind to commit such atrocities?!

Jacques: I-I!

: Ahh… Who cares… The living will determine what you did… But, worry not, you will not die by their hands… But, by my hands you will die… slowly as the last thing you will ever see is the nightmare that you have created…!

Before the beast could tighten its grasp any further, the door to the hanger exploded. Sending metal fragments flying, and yet all the beast did was hold the throat of the dying monster within its grasp.

The beast paid no mind to the swarm of, Atlas soldiers fanning about him. All that mattered was killing this monster slowly in his grasp, but his grip loosened as an all too familiar voice called out to him.

Ironwood: We have you surrounded! Surrender now, or we will be forced to use force.

The Beast growled in rage. But, steadied itself, not allowing itself be consumed by its newfound unbridled rage.

: Before I surrender… Can I at least kill this monster…?

Winter: Why does he sound so familiar…?

Ironwood: I’m afraid I must ask you not to do so; We need him alive.

: And, why is that?

Ironwood: We need to interrogate him; Find out if he was working for anyone, who he was working with, anything he may have done to create… you.

: Will he die for what he has done to me? And, all those who were experimented on that now lay dead in the morgue!

Ironwood: How many are dead?

: Too many…

Ironwood: I can’t promise for certain whether, or not he will die, but if he did this to you, and many others. I doubt he will live for long.

: You swear?

Ironwood: I’m sorry?

: Do you swear it! Swear that this monster will die for the crimes it has committed against humanity, and nature! SWEAR IT!!!

The soldiers about the, General shifted nervously as they kept their weapons trained on the beast before them. The General steadied himself before speaking, his voice filled with honesty, and firm determination.

Ironwood: I swear upon the cities of, Mantle, and Atlas, of which I have sworn to give my life to protect them. I will see to it that, Jacques Schnee will die for the crimes he has committed.

The beast looked at the General from pools of black with blood red iris’s out of the corner of its eyes before letting out a deep, rolling sigh as he relented. Tossing, Jacques wretched body before his feet, before turning to face the, General.

: See to that you do. Or, else I will come to kill him myself…

The Specialists who had come along with the, General for this mission lowered their weapons with an audible gasp of shock, and fear. The voice was deeper, and even with a partially cover face of grimm bone plate in the shape of a humans skull with a horn protruding out of the top of it. With skin as pale as a corpse, and dull golden locks, they could all still recognize one that they had all come to know, and care for all to well. But, to see him like this was not something anyone dreamed to see.

Winter: J-Jaune…?

Jaune: Hello, Winter. You’re looking well…

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: We the members of the Supreme Court of Atlas; Hereby find the accused; Jacques Gelé, to be guilty of kidnapping, murder, illegal genetic experimentation, and several other crimes that can only be described as; crimes against humanity. The court hereby sentences for, Jacques Gele to be sentenced to death for these heinous acts against nature! (Slam, slam!) Court dismissed!

The screen was soon shut off as one individual breathed a sigh of relief as he gazed upon his horrid reflection in the screen.

It had taken nearly half a year, but it was finally done. Jacques Gelé was finally dead.

Kidnapping, and experimenting on people, trying to turn them into Grimm/Human hybrid abominations for gods know what. Fortunately they had finally stopped him, but nearly a hundred lives; human, faunas. Man, and women. Young, and old had perished due to this man experiments. And, out of all of them only one subject succeeded. And, that poor soul was one, Jaune Arc.

No one knew how he survived, much less how he became a Grimm/Human Hybrid. And, no one knew if the process was reversible. Not even the Relic of Creation, and its vast knowledge, and all the data detaining to, Jaune’s transformation could come up with an idea to restore, Jaune to his original form. Jaune was stuck to bare this form until the day he died. And, after being trapped in this form for as long as he had, he had accepted his fate.

He just wished his damn horn would stop getting in his way.

Jaune’s mind was broken from his musing as a familiar figure entered his room, one he had become all to well acquainted with due to these past events.

Jaune: Hello, Ms. Schnee. May I be of some service?

Willow: Hello, Jaune, are you feeling… happy?

Willow Schnee had become an odd, but not unwelcome part of his life since his transformation. Despite having no involvement in what happened to him, she felt obligated to help him however she could. Jaune suspected this had to deal with the fact she was married to that monster. But, she had no part in what happened to it, nor knowledge of anything happening to him, or what it did to all those other poor victims. But, she was helping all of them, and him nonetheless.

The SDC had gone through a complete overturn since, Willow had taken control. Better benefits, and care for employees, setting up a trust fund for all the victims families. Many people said, Willow was doing this to clear the SDC, and the Schnee name. But, Jaune knew it was to help the people who had been hurt, the families destroyed, and the lives ruined because of, Jacques Gelé.

She was doing this to prove she was better than him, and that she will be nothing like that thing. And, Jaune knew she was more than she thought she was, and he looked forward to where she would now go, now that she was free.

Jaune: Happy, happy about what?

Willow: Jacques is being executed; I thought this news would make you feel… happy?

Jaune: It does, and it doesn’t. It is nice to know that, that monster is being put down, but it is too little, too late. Too much suffering was felt by too many, his death doesn’t help anyone. A cold comfort; that is all it is.

Willow looked away from, Jaune hiding the pain she held from him. Jaune; was always so angry now, a believe to be byproduct of his transformation. She hoped his heart would feel at ease at the news of his ex-husband’s soon to be execution.

But, the death of one man could not undo all the damage done upon his mind, body, and soul.

Jaune: So, why are you here, Miss Schnee? I doubt it would be to celebrate the death of someone, even if its that things death.

Willow: Ah yes, I heard from, Winter, General Ironwood offered you a job at, Atlas Academy; is that true?

Jaune: Yes he did. I will be teaching strategy, as well as being an assistant combat instructor when the need arises. Ironwood, was impressed by how I managed to help in the defence of, Atlas when, Salem attacked. And, since I won’t be accompanying my friends as they go to, Vacuo, he offered me a job.

Willow: Why aren’t accompanying them?

Jaune stared down his reflection in the mirror, his eyes staring down his, Grimm half before they returned to adress the, Schnee Matriarch.

Jaune: When, Salem attacked… I could feel her presence clawing at my mind… I’m worried what would happen to me, or my friends if I got too close to her again. So I decided it would be best if we split ways. I do wish I could be with them, but I would rather live by a safe then sorry principle.

Willow: I see… So will you be staying here at, Atlas Academy then?

Jaune: I would prefer not to. I would prefer to stay at a place with more… breathing room.

Willow: Breathing room?

Jaune: This room just feels too cramped, and colourless. I want someplace to stay where I can have a more colourful room, posters, and paintings upon the walls. Something that is mine that I can do whatever the hell I want with it. But I can’t because its, ‘against regulations.’

Willow: Have you had any luck finding such a place.

Jaune: Nope…

Jaune chuckled deeply as he laughed at his bitter state.

Jaune: I need to be close to the, Academy so I need a place in, Atlas. It’s hard enough as it is for a, Faunas to find a place here. But, a being such as myself. Hehe… No such luck.

Willow: Well… You can stay at my house if you would like.

Jaune: What?

Willow: My home has plenty of spare rooms, so you wouldn’t be imposing on me. And, ever since my daughters left, the house has been feeling rather empty. I still have, Whitely with me at home. But, even he agrees that home feels empty. So, if you would like to, you can stay with us.

Jaune looked away from the, Schnee matriarch as his mind was deep in thought. The house was close enough for him to get the, Academy. He wouldn’t have to deal with all the people cowering before him at his appearance. And, it was a rather spacious home to live. All in all, it was a good deal, however…

Jaune: Ms. Schnee, you don’t have…

Willow: I’m not doing this because I feel obligated to do so, Jaune. I’m doing this because I want to. So, will you stay at my home, Jaune, please?

Jaune: Haa… Very Well. I humbly accept your offer, Ms. Schnee. But! I have a few requests I need to be done before I can move in with you.

Willow: Requests?

Jaune: Small things I assure you; I need a rather big bed with a low headboard, and have it away from the wall.

Willow: Let me guess: It’s because of your horn?

Jaune laughed as he shyly rubbed the back of his head with his more human, left hand. His right hand, while it still retained its more human aspects, but the retractable claws, and bone plates on his hand clarified it was no longer a normal human, much less a faunas arm.

Jaune: Damn thing gets in the way more often then I would like it too. I tried cutting it off, but it just grew back. So yeah, if you don’t mind?

Willow smiled warmly at the, Huntsman. She knew his new body had its drawbacks, but he did the best he could with what he had. And, if something as little as a bigger bed away from any walls would make him feel better, well, she was more than happy to oblige.

Willow: I will see to it at once. I will also have someone come to bring you to my home tomorrow, so you better start packing things up.

Jaune: There isn’t much to pack so that shouldn’t take long. Again, thank you for offering me a place to stay at. I look forward to enjoying your hospitality.

Willow: The pleasure is all mine. Now, I must be off, I will see you tomorrow, Jaune.

She made her way to leave before turning back to address, Jaune one more time.

Willow: And, Jaune as I already told you before; Please call me, Willow.

And, with a coy smirk, and a cheeky wink of her eye she left the, Hybrid Huntsman alone to prepare for tomorrow.

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: Oh I am so thrilled to have you staying with us, Mr. Arc. The Lady has been so happy since you agreed to come here. Ahh! Your presence will breath in a new wave of life into this place.

Jaune: Thank you, Klein. I wouldn’t say that, the staff will be spending most of its time just to get used to my… presence. The fresh air will no doubt be a chill down the spines of many who work here.

Jaune enjoyed, Klein Sieben. His semblance was a bit odd, but the faithful butler of the, Schnee family was a comforting presence, one of the few felt in this home while it still resided here.

Klein: Well, that is to be expected, Mr. Arc. I mean no offence; But, your new appearance will leave many of quite unnerved.

Jaune: I’m afraid that is to be expected. So long as they aren’t screaming, and running away in terror when the see my face, it will be fine. Although, I expect it will happen every now, and then.

Klein: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that won’t happen…

Jaune couldn’t help, but smile softly as, Klein adopted his ‘angry side.’ After spending some time around, Klein, Jaune understood why, Weiss valued him. There are some people too good for this world that you just don’t want to let go of.

: Jaune! You’re finally here!

Jaune: Whitely, you’re looking well. Much more muscle on you now, no longer that little twig you were before.

Whitely Schnee; Once a carbon copy in the making of, Jacques Gelé. But, after the crimes of his donor’s came to light, he had broken his molding, and was well on his way to becoming his own man. Both physically, and mentally. One who looked up to, Jaune despite his new appearance, as a brother figure he always needed, and wanted.

Whitely: You’re looking well too. I hope you will be able to enjoy your stay here in, Schnee Manor.

He gave a polite bow towards, Jaune as he welcomed him. All the while the smile on his face was never fading.

Jaune: Where is, Ms… Where is, Willow? I was hoping to see her. Offer her my thanks for letting me stay here.

Whitely: Mother is busy with some company matters. She won’t be back till later. But, she will be able to join us for supper.

Jaune: I see… Well then, in the meantime would you be so kind to show me to my room? I may not have much, but I need to unpack what I have.

Klein: Follow me, Mr. Arc. I will show you to your quarters.

Jaune: Thanks you.

Whitely: Uhh, Jaune?

Jaune: Yes, Whitely?

Whitely: If you have nothing to do, after you finish unpacking, would you like to join me for some gaming?

One of the effects of Jaune, his team, and Team RWBY arrival at, Weiss’s home is that they got, Whitely addicted to video games. Weiss was furious with them for, ‘corrupting’ her little brothers mind by letting him play such things. That would have been the case if they went with any of, Blake’s suggestions for games, luckily however they prevented such a thing from happening.

And, Whitely’s gaming obsession had the added benefit of helping, Whitely relax. They gave him a chance to unwind, because of this he was no longer his rather uptight, and snooty former self. And, he genuinely seemed far happier than before, which mad, Jaune smile as he affectionately rubbed the boys head with his human arm.

Jaune: I would be happy to join you; I will meet you in the gaming room when I finished unpacking. I shouldn’t take too long.

Whitely: That’s great! I’ll see you in the game room later!

Jaune nodded his head as, Klein started to lead, Jaune to his room, but stopped as, Whitely called out to him again.

Whitely: Oh! And, Jaune; If mother… Uhh… if mother…

Jaune: If, Willow, what…?

Whitely: I-It’s not my place to say… I’ll see you later.

Jaune quirked his eyebrow in mild confusion as he saw the young, Schnee heir run away. He was curious what, Whitely had to say, but he would no doubt hear about that later.

But, would he like to hear about it though…?

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Jaune placed, Crocea Mors in its cradle atop his dresser, before gently rubbing his armour. It was the same armour he had before his kidnapping, all be it fully repaired. Jacques sent a small army after him to capture him, to the point his armour was dented, and scratched to hell. He was surprised they managed to repair it all, and yet…

: Something wrong with your armour, Jaune?

Jaune looked over to see, Willow entering his room, she turned to close the door softly before facing the Beast again.

Jaune: It was practically destroyed when they grabbed me, yet they managed to repair it… But, I don’t think I want to wear it anymore… It doesn’t feel right to wear it anymore.

Willow: Too many bad memories?

Jaune: That, and because of my transformation it doesn’t fit well on the rights side of my body anymore. It feels rather tight honestly.

Jaune grimaced as be looked at the bone plate that covered his right arm. He could still wear his armour, but it was rather uncomfortable now.

Willow couldn’t help, but smile softly at, Jaune’s cheeky remark as she walked over next to him to look at his armour.

Jaune: So, I didn’t see you at dinner; did something happen at work today?

Willow: Yes, many members on the board were bought by, Jacques, and are linked to some of the crimes he committed. It’s been five months since we started to purge the company of anything linked to, Jacques, but the more we dig the more wretched it becomes. I had to call in, General Ironwood to help me remove this filth, there are many people who are going arrested for their own series of crimes.

Jaune: Is the damage really that bad?

Willow: A fair portion of, Atlas’s high society had been flipped on his head. Entire families have been destroyed in one form, or another thanks to, Jacques’s actions. And, many of them are angry at what has happened; at me, and their families for what has happened to them.

Jaune: These angry people… Will they try to attack you, seek revenge?

Willow: Doubtful; Some may try, but I doubt they could do anything to actually harm me. Besides, I just got a new guard dog who will protectme~!

Willow ruffled, Jaune’s hair as one would pet a dog. She smiled brightly at him as, Jaune shot her an annoyed scowl at the treatment.

Jaune: Is that why you brought me here? To act like your guard dog?!

Willow recoiled in fear as, Jaune looked above her, his voice filled with a cold, and silent rage as he loomed over her.

Willow: No no no! I was just joking, Jaune. I swear!

Jaune sighed deeply as he too a step back from her. His hand rubbing the tiredness iff his face before he returned his gaze back to, Willow.

Jaune: I’m sorry, Willow. I know you didn’t mean it like that, my temper just got the better of me again. I will watch over you, and Whitely. I promise you that.

Willow: I know you will, its why I trust you so much.

Willow then walked away from him, and gestured to the room they were in with her hands held wide as she addressed him.

Willow: So, what do you think of your new room? Is it as spacious as you wanted it to be? I would have asked them to paint the walls, but that would have taken a while, and I wasn’t certain what colour you would have like. Certainly not some sort of beige colour…?

Jaune: Ha… I don’t care for beige. A green perhaps, a dark green? For now all is fine, maybe some different curtains, different rug? But, such things can wait.

Willow: I see… Oh, yes, the bed! As you can see. I got you a bigger bed, a low headboard, and its at least a foot, just like you asked. Now you don’t have to worry about your horn getting in the way. Hopefully.

Willow gestured towards the bed as she showed everything that she bad done before she sat at the foot of the bed.

Jaune: Hopefully… Thank you, Willow, I appreciate everything that you have done for me.

Willow: My pleasure, Jaune.

Jaune: But, I have to ask… What is your game…?

Willow: What ever do you mean?

Jaune: I can understand why you would invite me to stay at your home, but why are you doing this? Why are you in my room so late into the evening, all alone, why are you so close, and above all; Why did you lock the door behind you…?

Jaune’s eyes, and ears had vastly improved since his transformation, it was far easier for him to notice the small things, such as the small click of a locked door. The way, Willow’s breathing had quickened, yet stilled whenever he loomed over her, or how intently her eye like eyes stared into his blood red ones.

She didn’t answer him verbally, not directly. She stood ip, and kept solid eye contact with him as she grabbed the sash around he waist, and gently pulled him closer unwrapping it, and letting it gently fall upon the ground. Before reaching up, and slowly undoing the buttons on, Jaune’s coat.

Willow: Now what could I be planning, hmm~?

The first button was undone.

Willow: I mean, I’m just a single mother in a room with a young man.

The second button was undone.

Willow: A young man who incidentally freed me from a loveless marriage. How it may have been done we don’t need to worry about that now. I was freed from that monster in the end.

The third button was undone.

Willow: And, now that I am free to do as I please, I can finally be with who I wish to be with.

The fourth button was undone.

Willow: But, the question remains; Will he have me?

Willow pulled off his jacket letting it fall to the floor. She then ran her slender fingers down his broad chest to the hem of his shirt, she was about to raise it up, when his hands came down and grasped her arms by her wrists, and gently pushed the away.

She turned her head away, fearing she had done something wrong, only to feel a gentle finger under her chin to turn her head to stare into a warm gaze of blood red eyes.

Jaune: But, tell me… Why is she doing this…?

While his left hand cupped her face, forcing her to keep her eyes upon his face as his eyes went downward as his right hand started to undo the buckle on her waist letting it fall with a dull thud.

Jaune: Is she doing this because she wants to, or is it because of a sense of gratitude?

His hand remove the pendant on her scarf, letting it fall with a small clatter, before being cover by her discarded scarf.

Jaune: Does she desire to feel the flesh of the young man upon her flesh. Or, does she feel obligated to do this because he saved her?

His right hand extended one of his claws, and slowly cut off one button after another, until her blouse had been cut undone.

Jaune: Is this a token thank you, or a display for a desire for physical intimacy, and perhaps…

Hiss hands pulled off her vest, and blouse, letting it pile up with the rest of there discarded clothing upon the floor. Leaving the young man to stare at her upper body, enwrapped in a deep lacy blue.

Jaune: A confession of love…?

Willow moved her hands to his waist, and with his help pulled off his shirt. She pushed her bra clad breasts against his chest as she lazily ran her fingers against his hard chest. The only sound being her heavy warm breath against his chest.

Willow: And, if it was a confession, then what?

Jaune: I would ask why…?

Jaune’s hands descended down, Willow’s hour glass body before resting on her full, child bearing hips.

Jaune: Why are you interested in a boy your youngest daughter’s age…?

Willow’s breath hitched as she felt his hands caressed her shapely rear, her breath stilled as she heard the zipper of her skirt being pulled down.

Jaune: Why are you interested in a boy who has been turned into a monster…?

His hands found the top of her skirt, and pulled it down, revealing to him her deep lacy blue. A sight that caught his breath in his throat. All of this was happening, so suddenly, and fast.

And, he never wanted it to stop.

Jaune: I would ask, why do you want to love me? Me? Even after all that I have been through, why would you love me in such a way…?

Willow’s hands reached for his waist, and as she turned to gaze upon his face he could hear the click, and clank of metal as his belt was undone.

Willow: I could give you several answers… Am doing this because I am lonely, and desire a males touch upon my body?

Jaune could feel his pants loosen as her tender hands unbuttoned his pants, and unzip the fly.

Willow: Am doing this because I want to feel what is like when a real man claims me as his own? To become his, and his alone.

Jaune’s breath caught in his throat as he felt her small hand gently rub against his underwear. She duo stared at one another with barely restrained lust, and desire in their eyes, as Willow whispered the words he needed to hear to make him understand why she was doing this. Why she wanted this to happen.

Willow: Or, is it because I want to show you how much I love you? You as you are now.

Jaune: How could you? Even I don’t even know what I am now. How could you live that.

Jaune couldn’t look, Willow in the eyes so he turned away from her, inly for her to gently cup his face in her hands, and force him to stare her in the eyes as she warmly smiled at him.

Willow: You were simply, Weiss’s friend before the incident. Now, you are, Jaune Arc, Huntsman. Saviour of, Atlas, and Mantle. A victim, and the man I truly fell in love with. I don’t care what you look like now, Jaune. All I care is that you know how much it is that I love you, Jaune.

Willow wiped the tears away that fell down, Jaune’s eyes, as he smiled at her. And, for the first time in months he was willing to say, that he actually felt happy.

Jaune: Well… I’m not entirely sure how I feel, Willow. But, if you’ll have me. I would love to see where we could go. So, where to first?

Willow: Here~!

She whispered softly as she pulled his head closer and placed a soft kiss upon his lips. As they broke the kiss their faces were flush red as, the lips clashed again, only this time they were fulled with far more passion, lust, and desire leaving them panting for more.

As their passion increased, and the thirst for there partners lips upon theirs, Jaune’s hands reach down, and lifted, Willow up into the air holding her up by her thighs. They stayed like that for a moment, lip locked before, Jaune tossed, Willow upon the bed. She laughed softly as he eyes watched him make his next move.

Willow: Well, what are you waiting for? Come, and tale what is yours~!

Willow saw a sight that lit a raging inferno within her as she saw what hidden treasure lay beneath his last article of clothing. Her smile soon widening as he climbed atop her, saying the words she had longed tk hear.

Jaune: Well, if you insist~!

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I could not give this prompt just a little bit, and be done with it. I needed to go the whole nine yards.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you lot will bring out next for this, Hybrid AU. Don’t expect persudo smut on all of them. Only when it feels right for the story willI do such things such as this.

Till later then.

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Operation Death Wish | Chapter 3

Masterlist

Synopsis: Jake Seresin knew what it was like to lose people he loved, he’d been losing them his whole life. Yet in the midst of chaos as the world as he knew it ended Jake found somebody he never wanted to lose. But what if he’d already lost her. Warnings: swearing, dystopian descriptions, gore, death, violence, alien descriptions, fighting, sexual images, 18+ (minors dni), angst, some fluff at times.

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The sun had long set when Jake finally made it to bed that night. Gathering supplies had taken longer than expected and with the awkward silence between you, Jake felt like he was suffocating. The air was cool against his tanned skin as he sat on the wall outside, trying to clear his head. How was it possible that in the middle of an apocalypse, the girl he was in love with happened to be engaged and her fiancé was still alive? The odds were like one in a million, Jake wasn’t sure of the actual odds, he’d never been very good at math but he knew the chances had to be low.

The sea was lapping softly against the sand, calming Jake’s thoughts. The mission was at the forefront of everyone’s mind that night but how could he possibly travel across the country with you when he’d lose you at the end? There was no way you’d come back to Miramar and leave your father and fiancé. Jake sighed, pushing himself off the edge of the brick wall and heading over to his barracks. When the base had started taking in civilians the single soldiers were all moved into shared barracks, while the couples and families took the bigger private rooms. Jake was one of the few single guys on base, so there was plenty of room between him and the other guys. That was probably a good thing, as Jake always slept naked. It was too hot overnight for clothes so he sprawled out in all his glory on the top of the sheets. Jake had never had a problem with how he’d looked, he had always known he’d looked good so why should he be ashamed of that? The others had soon gotten used to it and would steer clear of Jake during the mornings and evenings.

Jake lay on his bed, looking up at the fan whirling noisily above him. They weren’t allowed to use the built-in air con units as they used too much power so Jake was stuck listening to the metal blades cutting through thin air all night, not that he would sleep anyway. He was tired and his eyes dropped heavily but his mind fought sleep and he was unable to relax. He watched as the darkness faded and the early morning sun began to peak through the thin curtains. Checking his watch the time read 0500. Jake groaned, easing his aching body off the mattress and propping himself up into a sitting position. He picked up the photo from his bedside table, studying it slowly and smiling. It was a photo of him and his old squadron, everyone was smiling brightly. Despite Jake’s jokes and big man attitude, he really loved each and every one of them. They were the family he’d never had and leaving them had been difficult. He’d been stationed at Miramar 6 months before the End for a special mission. He’d waved them all goodbye, promising he’d be back before Christmas. Sighing Jake put the picture down in his lap. He knew how unlikely it was that he’d ever see any of them again. His chest tightened and he blinked, suddenly trying to stop his tears from falling. Jake had lost everything he’d ever loved so why did he think you’d be any different? He sat for a while, deep in thought when there was a light tap at the door. He furrowed his brow, he wasn’t expecting anyone. Pulling on some boxers he headed for the door. He was shocked at who he found on the other side, dressed in a simple, white nightdress with your hair draped freely over your shoulder. You smiled sweetly at him and Jake had to keep averting his eyes trying not to look at your hard nipples that were protruding through the thin material. You shivered slightly from the cool, early morning breeze and in that moment Jake had never seen anything so perfect.

“Can I come in?” Your voice was soft and comforting, causing Jake to lose all his senses. He opened the door wide and watched as you gracefully walked past him, hips swaying. Jake felt his cock twitching in his boxers as you crawled onto the bed, the thin nightdress rising up and exposing your bare ass cheeks. His breathing became laboured as he tried to contain himself, shutting the door swiftly and making his way over to you. You grinned at him mischievously and Jake had to do everything in his power not to take you right there and then.

“What are you doing here?” He asked a little too bluntly and instantly regretted it. Of course, he wanted you here but after learning your fiancé was alive Jake didn’t think he stood a chance.

“I want you, Jake. It’s always been you and I just can’t hide my feelings any longer. I want you.” You leaned forward, grabbing ahold of Jake’s shoulders and giving him a passionate kiss. Jake froze but as the assault on his lips grew he couldn’t hold back. Pushing you against the sheets he straddled you, his large hands digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You bucked your hips against him eliciting a deep groan from Jake, his hard cock straining against the material of his boxers. Jake watched as your hand reached down between your bodies, palming him gently and causing Jake to grow again. You pulled him down towards you, planting soft kisses against his earlobe before whispering, “don’t worry Big Boy, tonight I’m all yours.”

Jake was jolted awake by the loud knocking on his door. He blinked, looking around the room. It looked exactly the same as it did last night. His flight suit was neatly folded on a chair in the corner, his backpack by the door. Nothing seemed out of place. He rolled over expecting to find your naked form next to him, but the bed was cold and empty. The loud knocking came again, followed by a harsh shout from Admiral Simpson.

“Seresin, I swear to god if you're not ready and by the truck, in 15 minutes I’ll come in there and drag you out of bed myself!” Looking back at his watch the time read 0800. Fuck!

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Jake made it out to the truck in 15 minutes by the skin of his teeth, everyone was waiting for him and the boys cheered as he got closer.

“So who was it this time, Jake? What beautiful babe did you manage to wrestle into your bed last night?” Coyote jested, smacking Jake on the back as he climbed in beside him.

“I wasn’t with anyone. I just overslept.” He grumbled, pulling his backpack close onto his lap. Javy continued to joke beside him but all he could concentrate on was you. You were perched opposite him on the bench on the truck, averting your eyes and pretending you weren’t listening to the guy's conversation. Jake couldn’t tell if it was because you cared if he slept with anyone or if you simply didn’t care. Your eyes shone a little more than normal and Jake wasn’t sure if you were going to cry. Why would you be crying? It’s not like you all wanted to be at North Island and you were going to see your family. Jake watched as you sniffled slightly, wiping your nose in the arm of your jacket and he couldn’t help but feel partly responsible.

Bob and his family had come to wave the group off, along with the admirals. Eugene and Benny, Bob’s sons, were running around and playing excitedly. Admiral Simpson had looked less than impressed and Jo tried to guide them away from the group to play quietly.

“Good luck!” Bob had called, waving frantically as the truck drew away from the base and through the front gates.

You watched until Bob became just a small speck in the distance. This was it. You had left the safety of the base for the complete unknown, there was no saying that any of you would make it out of this alive. And yet you’d all gone into danger willingly.

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Natasha volunteered to drive for the first 2 hours, taking the main route to Cleveland National Forest. The drive was quiet, most of the group staying silent, watching as the world they once knew disappeared in front of their eyes. Despite it having been only 5 months since the End, San Diego looked nothing like its picture postcard appeal anymore. Palm trees littered the streets, cars were abandoned everywhere, and rubbish blew around in the breeze but the bodies were the worst part, strewn across the ground, out of windows. The beach that just a few months ago the team had played Dogfight football on now lay barren. Jake gulped as the scene passed him by, nothing could have prepared them for this. Jake watched as tears began to roll down your cheeks and he reached forward, taking your hand gently into his and squeezing it reassuringly. You looked up at him, eyes brimming with tears. How did this even happen? Jake moved across the gap to sit down next to you, draping his arm lightly around your shoulder. “It’s going to be ok” He whispered, quietly. “We’re gonna get you to your family, ok?” You nodded at him slowly, trying your best to brush the tears off of your cheeks, but they kept coming. Jake held you close into his side, trying to distract you from the view outside by pulling the canvas flap closed. You lay against Jake’s side, resting your head on his shoulder. He began playing with the ends of your hair, carefully pulling it through his fingers as he spoke softly, and before you realised you’d fallen asleep.

Jake watched as your eyes fluttered closed and he sighed contently. You looked so perfect, hair slightly ruffled shielding the side of your face, mouth open slightly. He was in awe. A small chuckle from the other side of the truck made Jake look up. Coyote, Fanboy and Payback were all watching him, amused smiles on their faces.

“What?” Jake murmured, hardly daring to talk any louder in case he woke you.

“You got it bad man. You're smitten.” Javy laughed but he saw the pain on Jake’s face and instantly knew not to push him too far.

“What he means is you're completely in love with her and you won’t even tell her. You’ve had months to tell her.” Mickey chimed in, trying to smooth over the situation.

“She has a fiancé, what the hell was I supposed to tell her?” Jake grumbled, this was starting to feel like an interrogation.

“Yeah, a fiancé you didn’t know about until yesterday, dipshit,” Reuben added. All three men were watching Jake expectantly, causing him to sigh and mumble something into your hair.

“You're gonna have to speak up, Hangman.” Coyote prodded.

“I’m in love with her, ok? I’m so fucking deeply in love with her that I feel like I’ll die if I never see her again. So can you just let me enjoy these last few days before I lose her forever!” Jake snapped at them, he didn’t mean to but all his emotions were running so high that he just couldn’t take it anymore.

Coyote nodded at him slowly, mouthing an apology while Payback and Fanboy fell silent. Jake looked down worriedly, pleased to see you were still asleep. He relaxed a little. What Jake hadn't realised was that you heard everything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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