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Ensnaring Marks

Eris week day one: Bargains

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Rhys’ sister!Reader

Summary: Reader and Azriel decide to take part in Eris’s coronation, only to end up in one of the new High Lords traps.

Warnings: Mentions of UTM | petnames (bunny, love) | reader is lonely

A.Note: I wrote this last year as a one off so it might be a bit… well, not good, but I promise the rest of the week will be better 🙏😭

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I sat on the hardwood floors, leaning against the base of the couch, Azriel seated behind me as he flitted through a chapter book. I had my head back on the cushion, waiting for his chapter to end so he could finally give me attention, this silence was beginning to grow deafening.

I stared at the elegant panes of his face, his sharp nose and his hazel eyes scanning the words on the pages rapidly. My eyes trail down to his hands that clutched the book, sickening scars trailing from his wrist down to his fingertips. The white marring was a pattern I've memorized, trailing my hands along the grooves when I got too anxious and occasionally a small kiss to his knuckles to remind him that he shouldn't be ashamed of them.

"You're staring." He grumbled and a small grin formed on my face as shadows curled through my hair.

"You make it hard not to, Shadowsinger." I tease, it was no secret that Azriel was the most attractive of the three Illyrian brothers, no matter what your type was— Azriel was quite the stunner. He closed his book and put it on the armrest beside him.

"What is it that you want then?" He arched a manicured brow and my grin widened as I pulled myself up onto the couch, swinging my legs over his lap as I lounged back.

"I'd like you to tell me something," I ask as shadows come to swirl around my ankles. "Tell you what?" He mutters confused.

"Anything you want, what's on your mind?" I tilt my head and he closes his eyes like he needs to sift through his thoughts before he can answer.

"Beron died." He muttered and I rolled my eyes.

"Old news." I wave him off, the event happening weeks ago.

"Eris's coronation is tomorrow. He asked me to come." Azriel crosses his arms over his chest like the invitation was a threat of some sort. My smile dropped.

"Will you?" My brows knot together and he gives me an incredulous look.

"He invited everyone from the inner circle, but it felt more like a mockery than anything," Azriel grumbled. He knew that talking bad about the people of the Court of Dreams got under my skin more than anything and I had a newfound urge to choke out a certain redhead.

"We should go." My eyes light up and he looks at me like I'm insane, but stays silent, looking down at my feet in his lap. "If he invited us as a joke, we should go." I snort and he shakes his head in protest. "It'll be funny! Not to mention the drama it'd stir." I giggle mischievously and Azriel gives me eyes that were a full lecture on their own. "Oh don't act like you're not a total gossip, shadows tell you every secret you want to know." I kick his thigh playfully and he grumbles under his breath as I remember the nights we would share wine and converse over whoever's tittle-tattle that shadows informed him on.

"I don't gossip, I tell the truth." He states and I snort at the ridiculous claim.

"You need a refresher on the definition then because you've just proven yourself to be a pot stirrer Az." I pat his shoulder and he shrugs me off. We stay quiet for a moment, my hum of laughter filling the silence as he mulls over my ludicrous idea.

"Okay." He nods and I raise a brow.

"Okay?" I ask.

"Okay, we can go to his coronation." Azriel hummed and I blinked, confused as to why in the hell he'd ever agree to such things.

As if he'd seen the shock on my face he supplied a reason, "I have to go there to talk about contracts and alliances the day after so why not just arrive a day early?" Azriel poses and I smile excitedly. "This isn't just some ploy to get me out of the house?" I ask with a chuckle but there is some truth to it.

Ever since Rhys left for Under The Mountain I haven't quite been the same. I didn't leave the house unless I was with another, the whispers on the street about the High Princess. Those long hours spent with Keir in the court of nightmares, hosting it while my brother was away. Hating who I was then, cold and distant, both inside the court of nightmares and dreams. It was rare I got out, much less left courts. I didn't like the rumors, the talk on the streets, the theories. Most of it was idle talk, some of it had truth— and it was that minuscule portion that scared me the most.

"Yeah, I'd like that." I nod and he offers me a gentle smile, slightly forced but comforting nonetheless.

"Do you want to invite the others?" He asks and I take a moment to think about it, but decided that if Mor knew she'd be pissed, Rhys wouldn't go, Amren doesn't care, and I'm pretty sure Cassian would rather chop his own hand off. "No," I shake my head. "Just you and I could burn that court to rubble." I intone, crossing my arms like we'll need to do such things. and he raises a brow— that apparently intrigues him. "Joking." I smack his shoulder and a warm grin came to his face, genuine.

"Are you?" He narrows his gaze on me and I look away mischievously.

"I wouldn't mind seeing the prince's face if I took his court." I give him a gleeful smile, something like pride shines in his eyes. "I wouldn't mind seeing the prince's face in general," I grumble afterward, and the pride he held swapped for something of the opposite. "It's not my fault he's hot!" I throw a decorative pillow at him which he swerves with an ease I envied.

"It's your fault you find him attractive." He pushes my feet from his lap dramatically and I giggle at his childish behavior.

"You have to admit, he could turn you." I tease with a smirk and he glares at me. "If he didn't open his loud mouth he'd be perfect." I sigh dreamily, leaning back into the couch, utilizing the entire space as he gets up to put his book away.

"That's always the problem with the men I date. So pretty, until they start speaking." I huff, standing up and following him to the bookcase like one of his own shadows. "Maybe I should go for the quiet ones." I hum. "I ought to practice on you." I wrap my arms around his bicep and he bristles, lightly shoving me off as I cackle.

"You're not funny." He mumbles, walking over to his desk where he has unfinished work to complete.

"Don't act like I'm some sort of monster for teasing. That's all you and Cass do to me." I roll my eyes as I watch him sit on his stool. "You actually get the ladies, it's easier to joke about when it isn't true." I sling an arm around his shoulder and this time he doesn't shove me away.

"You would get males if you left the house." He grumbled in retort and an idea blooms in my head. "That's the idea for going to the coronation." I grin and he grants me a sidelong glance. "Is that why we're going?" He asks and I shake my head. "No!" I squeeze his bicep. "We're good allies, meaning we're there to support him," I argue and he huffs. He could never say no to me, never has. "And also admire his perfect face." I quietly mutter but it's nothing the Shadowsinger wouldn't notice.

"Go pack your bag." He shakes me off of his arm. "Just for one night. We'll find a hotel on the border." He hums and I nod, following his instructions with a new task rather than talking his ear off like usual.

——

It was the first Friday of the month, meaning that family dinner was afoot. Morrigan had spilled her glass of wine all over the Shadowsinger in a dramatic movement of her hands so he had gone to go change, meaning I was subject to sit in the center of the dining room surrounded by couples ogling at each other, they were practically drooling down their chins— and adding wine into the mix, gods it reeked of arousal.

"Horny bastards," I mutter, standing up and throwing my napkin down onto my plate. I bunch my skirts in my hands and make my way toward the hallway.

"Sister! C'mon!" Rhys races after me, following me all the way to the foyer of the large house.

"What?" I look at him confused.

"Won't you stay for dessert?" He says hopefully and I twist my lips to the side.

"I don't know Rhys, I'm tired." I sigh out and his eyes soften.

"You're always tired." His voice was a whisper his words had my feet bolted to where they stood.

"I trained with Cass this morning, I'm actually tired," I stress and he nods in understanding.

"Let me at least take you home." He reaches his hand out.

"I'm fine." I shake my head.

"Please." He pushes his hand toward me further and I look down at it. "Alright." I accept, sliding my hand into his, mostly out of pity.

He doesn't waste time in winnowing us straight to the house of wind, my feet planted solidly on the marble tiling. "I miss you." He uttered and I looked up at him, detaching our hands.

"I miss you too." I offer him a small smile but it doesn't quite reach my eyes the way he wanted it to.

"I wish you'd come by more often." Something in his violet eyes glazed over and my heart cracked.

"It's hard." I rub my hands together anxiously before deciding it best to just cross my arms. "I should be happy." A frown forms on my face and I don't have it in myself to maintain eye contact. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Something's just, missing." I shrug when he doesn't say anything.

"Something or someone?" He prods and I glare up at him.

"My love life isn't our biggest problem." I shake my head.

"But it is bringing you trouble, therefore it's bringing me grief." He mirrors my stance and crosses his own arms.

"Well that's not something we can just fix, it's an internal problem." I muster the courage to look into his familiar violet eyes. The same color as our father's own but held all the love of his mother's gaze.

"I want to be there for Nyx, for you and Feyre too. But I'm selfish and It's difficult for me to be surrounded by something I want for myself." I confess and he releases a soft sigh, then pulls me in for another hug.

"We'll figure it out, promise." He reassured. I allow myself to sink into the warmth of his hug, how similar it was to our mothers. I nod and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he wraps his wings around us and cocooning the both of us in our own little world of darkness.

"Thank you, Rhys," I whisper. "Feels good to talk again." We haven't really said anything to each other beyond small talk after Nyx's birth, and that's nearly a year ago now. I haven't been the same since the war and found it hard to open up since. It's been a long while since he even hugged me.

"I'll see you again soon, okay?" I back away from the embrace and he nods. "Sooner than next month's dinner?" He hopes with an easy grin coming to his face and I nod confidently.

"Sooner than next month's dinner," I assure.

"Good." He smiles before walking towards the edge of the opening where he winnowed us.

"Night, Sister." He flares his wings outward. "Goodnight brother!" I wave him off and he dives off the side of the house, I'd be worried about him if I didn't hear the steady beats of his wings a moment later.

I release a long sigh and retreat to my room.

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I stood in front of my body-length mirror, gazing at the gown I wore. It was a deep blue as an ode to my court, I always wore colors of the night when visiting other courts, and today was no exception. The gown itself was beautiful, soft silk material that moved like water. It had a dipping neckline with curtaining sleeves that hung off my shoulders, the excess fabric draping from my back in two long pieces all the way to the floor where the rest of the dress dragged. The skirt was one long piece but had a cone-like figure, excess material swooping along the sides and attaching to my waist, forming a flattering silhouette. The dress was modest in cleavage though had a long slit ripping up all the way to my hip, the toe of my heel peaking out at the base.

I was putting in a pair of silver dangling earrings when Azriel made his appearance known at my doorway. He released a low whistle and I smiled, turning around to face him. "How do I look?" I ask him. "Like the princess you are." He hums, pushing off the frame and extending his scarred hand towards me. "Do they know we're leaving?" I ask, grabbing my bag. "I don't think they'll notice." He shrugs and I slip my hand into his. Shadows twine up our connected arms and I smile at the temporary binding. "Ready?" He asks and I nod with a grin.

He steps into the shadows and pulls me along with him. I squeeze his hand tighter as we walk through the abyss of darkness. It takes a moment to know if I was even awake or not, but by the time I regain consciousness of where I was we were already back in the real world and now in the autumn court.

"I still don't understand how you do that." A shiver runs down my spine and I let go of his hand. "Here," He takes my overnight bag then it disappears into the shadows. Apart of me wonders where it's gone but I know he wouldn't tell if I asked. "Come on." His hand slips back into mine as he pulls me towards the venue of the autumn lords coronation.

At the entrance, we were greeted by two guards with bright red hair and faces that were nearly identical. Eris was a fool to think these two men could hold off Azriel alone. "Court and name?" The guard with a clipboard asked and I rolled my eyes at the extravagance of it, this isn't a wedding. "Night Court. I'm probably titled the Shadowsinger." Azriel hums, his hand squeezing mine a little tighter as the guard flips through the list, going all the way to the bottom where our section resided. "You're here, and the girl?" He glances at me carelessly. "I'm the princess of night, I don't know what the lord would put me down as." I crease my brows and lean over to peer down at the clipboard. Spotting the names put down as high lord of night, high lady, lord of bloodshed— and "Bunny." He glances up at me and my stomach twists. "Section B, seats four and five. Proceed." The two guards step aside. "Enjoy, Bunny." The other guard teases me with a malicious smile and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes.

"I forgot how much I hate Eris." I huff.

"I forgot he calls you that." Azriel chuckles and I playfully bumped his shoulder. "He clearly doesn't know that bunnies are animals of Spring not Night," I grumble, picking apart the idiocracy of it.

"What sort of a nickname is owl though?" He defends and I roll my eyes, continuing my march down the long corridor, chairs passing each side of me.

"We're awfully close to the front," I mutter as Azriel sits down in the seat we were told to. Second front row and nearly center.

"Eris's motives are always a mystery." He sighed as I sat next to him.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come," I mutter. "I mean, is this rude of us?" I whisper.

"He's the one that invited us." He shrugs.

"And it was funny at the time, maybe we should go." I offer but before he can reply the music is starting and people immediately settle. Theres nobody to the right side of me, but people sit beside Azriel. Meaning the rest of my family was supposed to be lined along my right.

Royal coronations aren't nearly as fun as mating ceremonies. The best part of them was admiring the venue and all the dresses others came in. I was nearly asleep until Eris finally came out, on the dais with a priestess.

He wore a dark green tunic, nearly black. His dark red hair was stark against the cream-colored background of the manor walls. His golden eyes were practically glowing with power and I was intent on staring right at them as the ceremony went. The golden irises trailed over the crowd, across his mother, Lucien, and his other brothers who were some distance apart, a group of advisors who used to work under Beron huddled in the back, and then finally me. Our eyes locked right when the golden leaf crown was placed atop of his head and I swore it was pure power that shone in his eyes as he became High Lord. Finally high lord.

He didn't tear his gaze from mine. Not when he accepted the crown and definitely not when he sat on that throne, the one that looked as if it could swallow me whole but when he sat in it he was the one to dominate it, an absurd amount of manspreading at play as he lounged back in it. The flawless picture of a careless king.

A smile curved his lips as everyone stood to cheer. Azriel and I stood, but we did not clap, and he didn't look away even for a second as everyone bowed, and I kept my chin held high.

——

The chairs were cleared out and something like a party began, an extravagant ball morphed from a coronation. A long line of men women and children alike filed down the side of the wall, all leading up to the dais where Eris sat and answered any questions the civilians might have had. Who knew the next time they'd get the chance to speak with a high lord?

"We should probably go," I say, sipping from my wine glass. "I wanted to say something to him but there's not a chance I'm waiting in that line." I huff and Azriel hums in reply, sipping from his own whiskey. The autumn court had the best liquor and the best food. The court was always in harvest and the vineyards were always in fresh bloom. I would visit all the time if it weren't for the male that now ruled this place.

"We can go to the inn if you're feeling tired, if not I'd like to eat more." He plucks a grape from a bowl and pops it into his mouth. "I'm going to find a bathroom or whatever place I can be alone in for a moment." I excuse myself and he nods, bidding me a goodbye.

I failed at finding a bathroom but after trying a few doors I managed to find an empty room, the one for holding the guests' coats, but it was quiet nonetheless.

I release a deep sigh and shuffle through the coats, curiously passing time until the Shadowsinger is ready to go. The door of the closet swings open and I freeze as someone enters, getting caught for stealing when I was actually just hiding would be mighty embarrassing.

But I wasn't met with a guard I was met with a worn-out high lord, his head back against the door with the top of his shirt buttons unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. "Running from your own party?" I scoffed and he startled, whipping his head to me.

"Hello, Bunny." He gave a foxlike grin.

"Don't call me that." I cross my arms but his smirk only broadens.

"It's fitting," He leans closer and flicks my nose. I flinch back but there's a lot less room in this closet with both of us in here. "Is that why you call me it then?" I stumble back as he comes closer.

"Do you know what a fox's favorite thing to hunt is?" He questions and I take another step back, my body pressing flush against the cold wall.

"I don't know, mice?" I raise a brow.

"Hm, would you like me to call you mouse instead?" His long legs close the distance between us in one stride and I'm looking right up at him. He reaches towards me and brushes his hand along the column of my throat, his thumb coming to my bottom lip.

"No," I swat his hand away but it comes right back to where it was.

"Because you're a bunny, and you're all alone with me in here, caught in my snare." His smile is malicious if not a little seductive. "I want a bargain with you." He hummed, his eyes flashing something like mischief in his eyes.

"You have nothing I want." I cross my arms in front of me.

"I have plenty of what you want." His thumb caresses against my jaw. "Your little family needs my alliance to succeed in their peace treaty," He hums knowingly. "Tamlin will go down in a feeble attempt at a fight but he'll give in. But me? With my army and skill set, it'd be war." He purrs and my skin alights with his warm touch. We would win, with the Night Courts allies we would win. But war means death no matter what, and that's the last thing we need. If I can avoid that and make sure he stays true to his word with a bargain I was willing to risk anything.

"What do you want from me?" Bargaining with Eris is tricky. He's beyond smart so any loophole he could find in whatever I make him do must be eliminated.

"I want you," His long finger trails from my ear to my lips where his thumb swipes over the bottom one.

"Me?" I scoff with a raised brow.

"Yes, you." He nods.

"Specify," I command him.

"I want you at my side for three days a week, and I'll sign your brother's little peace treaty." He nods, and my stomach drops to the floor. To give up half my freedom to ensure war won't break out— if he even would. I debate my options. I need Rhys or Amren to make this decision for me. I try to think of what they would do, and how they would approach the situation.

I know deep down they'd both sacrifice themselves and a lot more to ensure the safety of our family. So I think about my terms. "Why?" I ask.

"Does it matter?" He hums with a smile. "It's a yes or no." He shrugs.

"So if I agree to this, you'll never call out a war against my court?" I ask. He nods. "You'll sign the peace treaty and stay true to it?" My brow raises and he dips his head again. "You won't hurt any of them?" My voice is a little more soft. His nod repeats. I go quiet, thinking it over.

"Three days a week, whatever days you want." He hums like that gives me any sort of flexibility. "But you have to be by my side." He crosses his muscular arms that strained beneath his tunic.

"Deal," I mutter and his eyes glow in the dark of the closet. I gasp as ink begins to carve up my thigh. I move it out from my skirt where the slit is, revealing a deep maroon color swirling from the back of my knee all the way up and along to my inner thigh. I've never seen a bargain's ink another color than black, I suppose the cauldron liked the high lord. His pale hand came to my golden skin and brushed over the new tattoo, right along my bare thigh. When I realized what he was doing I moved my leg back under my skirt. He looks back up to me with a smirk curving his lips.

"Your neck," I reach up and brush the back of my hand along the new ink forming there, disappearing beneath his shirt. "Mine is a lot easier to hide." I hum.

"Who said I was going to hide it?" He arches a perfectly manicured brow. "I want yours on display when you're in my court," He grabs my wrist before I can pull my hand away from his neck.

"You're a fool if you think I'm ever letting it show." I snarl.

He smirks. "When your brother asks about where you got it, what you bargained to earn it, what will you tell him?"

I swallow thickly, keeping eye contact with his golden irises.

His smile widens when I don't reply. "I'll see you tomorrow, Princess," He mocks a bow and I narrow my eyes on him, about to retort but— cauldron-willed, bargains were unbreakable. I had no other choice. "Tomorrow," I whisper softly, mostly to myself but I know he heard it. How in the hell was I ever going to explain this mark to Rhys?

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im so sorry if i start spamming you with requests 💔💔 anywaays dom 2010 bill maybe?? with like an f reader you can ddcide like the plot n shit i dont wanna control you 🙏🙏

just you wait til i get you home - b.k

✮ synopsis - you and bill are at dinner with your friends and you take the time to tease him under the table. Pissed off, bill makes you suck him off in the bathroom.

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.2k

✮ content warning - nsfw, fem!sub!reader, dom!2010!bill, semi public freakiness 👅, slight choking if you squint, praise, oral (m!receiving) cum swallowing idfk, gagging, teasing, bills mad pissed at y/n 😞, use of pet names, let me know if i missed anything

✮ 1 request out of 3 done, thank fuck… 2 more fics coming soon guys trust 😭 (ive already started the 2nd one) bonus points if anyone can recognise the lyrics in the tittle

“Why can’t we just stay inside tonight, Bill? I don’t wanna go out!” You whined as you held up your dress in front of the mirror, debating whether or not to put it on.

“As much as I’d love to, schatz, we were invited to this dinner.” Bill started. “We can’t say no just because we don’t feel like it. That’s not fair on our friends.” Blah blah blah..

“But-“

“No buts, Y/N!”

You slumped down on the edge of the bed and watched as your boyfriend buttoned his shirt up. He didn’t look too keen on going out to dinner either. Reluctantly, you slid out of your comfy pyjamas and put on the dress that you had been so eager to wear. Just not tonight. You admired yourself in the mirror for a minute, checking yourself out. It really was a beautiful dress. And Bill had picked it out just for you. Sleek, black, silk hugged your figure perfectly. It was practically tailored for you. You were under the idea that you could easily distract Bill with just a few touches. And when you looked like that? Surely…

“Wouldn’t it be so much easier if we just… called in sick?“ You began, speaking in a slow tone. You walk up behind Bill, wrapping your arms around his waist and fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt. You started to unbutton them one by one, but unfortunately, Bill wasn’t in the mood to put up with your antics as he pushed your hands right off him.

“Easier, maybe. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. Now hurry up and finish getting ready. We need to be there by 6.”

—

You knew it was risky. A dangerous game to be playing, yet you were willing to risk it all just for the result. But you knew it was over for you once you met Bill's gaze and saw that look his eyes. A look that either said “I’m gonna kill you when we get home” or “I’m gonna ruin you when we get home”. Nonetheless, the thrill had you soaked already.

Bill’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt your hand caress his thigh underneath the table, getting recklessly close to his crotch. He shot you a subtle glare, which only landed him a proud smile from you. Fortunately for him, nobody noticed. Yet. It was your mission to get him as worked up as possible, to the point where he couldn’t contain it and had to get up and leave. (And obviously take you with him)

You spent the evening making pointless conversation with your work friends, small talk about work and how life was going. Really nothing interesting, and the lack of stimuli was driving you insane. You had let Bill eat and talk in peace for about an hour and a half before you began to feel bored again. Both of you had finished your meals so it’s not like you had anything else to do besides tease him again. As you two let out forced laughs at your friend’s unfunny jokes, you subtly placed your hand on his thigh again, rubbing it gently. Bill didn’t seem to take too much notice of it, which was good. It meant you could get away with more, easier. You smirked to yourself as your hand started to palm him through his tight jeans, this was where Bill finally started to notice what you were up to. He turned to you, not with an angry expression but with a confused one. You felt as he started to get hard in your hands, and you continued to palm him, ever so subtly slipping your hand underneath his jeans and rubbing his now slightly clothed dick. Bill let out a cough to cover up the moan he almost let slip, a bit of an unrealistic one unfortunately.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” A friend asked.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” He said bluntly, never once taking his eyes off you. You simply giggled and continued to rub him over his boxers under the table. Beads of sweat started to form on his brow as it began harder and harder to hide what was going on. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and covered his mouth, removing himself from the conversation as best he could. Before long, it was too difficult to stay quiet, he had let you get away with too much. Out of nowhere, Bill pulled your hand out of his pants, and stood up.

“I’m not feeling too well, I’m gonna head to the bathroom…” He said, somewhat nonchalantly. Your friends gave him a weird look of disbelief, then they turned to you with the same expression. You watched as Bill walked away. He looked behind him and made direct eye contact with you. Though he didn’t say anything, you could tell he wanted to follow him. And that there’d be bigger problems if you didn’t.

“Uh, I’m gonna go check on him..” You said nervously as you excused yourself from your seat. Your heart was racing as you caught up to Bill, who hadn’t yet entered the bathroom. As soon as you got close enough to him, he seized your wrist tightly and dragged you into a stall, locking the door behind him. Thankfully nobody was in the bathroom at the same time as you guys. Once the door was locked, Bill slammed you up against the bathroom stall door, pinning your hands to each side of your head as his lips attached themselves to your neck. You let out a gasp of pleasure as he began to suck harshly on the sensitive part of your neck. After a minute, he pulled away, admiring the hickies he had left.

“What’s got you so worked up, huh?” You asked sarcastically.

“You think you’re fuckin funny? So fuckin clever?” Bill said, his pent up anger clear in his tone

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, hoping to gain some sort of ease.

Bill’s eyes narrowed at you as his hand moved up to wrap gently around your throat. “Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N.” He whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat the more he talked. “You think teasing me back there in front of our friends, and total strangers was funny? Is this all because I wouldn’t let us stay home tonight? I nearly fucking blew it thanks to you.”

Bill pressed his body against you as you tried to squirm free of his grasp. “Stop struggling, slut. You wanted this.” He growled under his breath as he held you firmly in place. Once you had stopped moving, you looked at the floor anxiously, the regret from teasing him already setting in. Bill grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “On your knees. Now.” He ordered. You immediately complied, not wanting to piss him off any more. Bill smirked proudly as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him. You wasted no time to undo his belt and pull his jeans down along with his boxers, where you could see stains of precum. Part of you was rather pleased with how your teasing really did a number on him. Even though you hadn’t done much. You took his cock in your hands, gently kissing the tip while pumping him ever so slightly.

“Think about teasing me for another minute and I swear you’ll regret it.” His words sent shivers down your spine. You trembled beneath him as you finally took him into your mouth, gaining a guttural moan from Bill. He leaned against the stall door, tilting his head back. “Mmm, that’s it, baby. Good girl..” He groaned.

You bobbed your head up and down his dick, slowly building a steady pace. But it seemed like Bill wasn’t having it. He grabbed a fistfull of your hair, turning it into a makeshift ponytail for him to pull your head down. You gagged as you felt his tip reach the back of your throat, and his balls hit your chin slightly. You rested your hands on Bill’s thighs for support, dragging your nails down his pale skin. Even after deepthroating him, Bill didn’t let you go. He kept your hair gripped firmly in his fist, controlling your rhythm completely. You let out a muffled whine as you tried to come up for air, which only gained you a scowl from the man looking down at you.

“Who said you could stop, huh?” He snapped. He raised his eyebrow, waiting for your pathetic response.

“I just-” You stuttered as you began to speak, however you were swiftly cut off by Bill forcing your head back down onto his throbbing dick. It caught you by such surprise, you felt tears piercing the corners of your eyes.

“You’re crying now? I thought you could take it. Aren’t you my good girl?” He queried, raising his eyebrow. You nodded rapidly as you moved your head along with the rhythm Bill had forced upon you. He moaned out soft praises as he felt you swirl your tongue around him, every now and then grazing it over his slit. You felt him twitch in your mouth, his orgasm catching up to him. “Scheiße, liebe..” Bill felt his knees begin to weaken as he got closer. He savoured every second of your warm mouth around his cock, savoured every muffled sob from you, every choked moan.

Tears fell down your cheeks, not only from how much you were trying not to gag, (and failing) but from now hard Bill was pulling on your hair. Your knees began to ache from the cold, hard, bathroom floor. They’d surely be bruised the next morning. And you were sure the floor had torn a small hole in one of your knee high socks. Which was a shame, they were quite pretty.

“Fuck, gonna cum, baby…” Bill moaned, barely getting his words out. “And you better fucking swallow…” You felt the hair on the back of your neck stand at his demand. He was so hot when he was like this. Dominant and commanding. You wished he would be like this more often, even if it meant week long aches in your throat, legs, or back. Bill threw his head back with one final, loud moan as he released his hot cum down your throat. You whined, doing your best not to let a single drop waste. You adored his taste. You swallowed as much of him as you could. After you pulled off his dick, you continued to lick his slit, gathering the rest of his cum. Once you were done you looked up to see your boyfriend's expression of approval.

Bill smiled warmly as he gave you a light pat on the head. “Atta girl.” He praised. “You did so well for me, took my dick so fuckin good.”

You panted heavily, taking in as much air as you could. Bill’s taste lingered in the back of your throat and on your tongue, the last thing you were about to do was complain about that.

Bill reached out a hand to help pull you up. He looked down at your knees and frowned. You were confused about what he seemed so sad about, until you looked down yourself to see the very prominent tear in your right sock. Guess you were right.

“And they were the ones you bought me, too…” You grimaced.

“It’s okay, schatzi, I’ll buy you a new pair. Or you can keep wearing them to remind yourself of what a slut you were for me tonight.” He smirked.

You blushed profusely at his comment, somewhat enjoying that idea.

“Do you think our friends are gonna be suspicious when we go back out…” You reluctantly asked.

Bill sighed, remembering what they were doing in a public bathroom in the first place. He scratched the back of his neck in disappointment. “Yeah, most likely. You got an excuse?”

“To make up for your flushed face and my bruised knees? Not a clue.”

He giggled. Bill led you out of the stall, making sure nobody was lurking. You had a glance at yourself in the mirror, and after seeing the state of disarray your hair was in and about $60 worth of makeup smudged across your face from where you had cried, you realised you two were both definitely fucked.

AHHH i’m sorry this was so ass i’m not used to writing for sub reader 🤧 hopefully it wasn’t gut wrenchingly bad though!! i’m so sorry to keep people who have requested waiting but i’m juggling a lot right now so i haven’t had the time or motivation to do anything productive in the last month 😝😝

[marieracingteam]

How Lance became Lancey – ls.18

stepdad!Lance Stroll | series

word count: 1305

summary: Lily’s first time at the paddock could be something challenging but, luckly for everyone, Lance had everything undercontroll. Will he win the race or will he win a tittle even more important than that?

Since Lance had asked Lily for permission to date her mother, the girl's life had changed a lot and not that much at the same time. The change had largely been for the better, except for the noise of the mixer early in the morning, which was usually offset by pancakes waiting for her when she woke up.

The biggest change, however, had been Lance's constant presence at her house. It wasn't that Lily was complaining, obviously she liked the Canadian and always having him near her, but it was a little confusing having him within reach for a few days and then going other days without seeing him.

Without meaning to, every time Lance left, Lily couldn't help but think about her father, whom she hadn't seen in months and about whom she didn't know anything most of the time.

The main problem was that, as happened when Lance left or when she saw her father on a rare afternoon, her life continued as if nothing had happened after that. She barely had any memories that it had even happened to hold onto. Or even a hope that it would happen again.

Her mom had explained to her that Lance was just travelling for work and she could see him every night through her mother's cell phone. But it wasn’t the same.

And Lance had quickly realized this when he saw how the girl behaved when he left and when he returned.

The couple had promised not to run for Lily's sake, but Lance lived for speed, so it was hard for him not to ask them to move in with him as soon as they started dating. However, now he didn't see a better option to make the girl see that he was always going to come back for her and her mother.

He had thought a lot about how to ask his girlfriend. He was aware of how crazy his life was, but they had both already seen traces of it and had not run away, so he thought he had nothing to fear.

He just needed one last test to show them it could work. And that test was going to be the Canadian Grand Prix. His home race.

His father had even helped him prepare everything for their visit. They had decorated a small part of his side of the garage and had brought different things to keep the girl entertained during the race.

Everything had to be perfect for his two girls.

His father had even had a small racing suit made especially for the girl. Green decorated with white flowers, obviously. And of course a matching hat for her mom.

And when the weekend started, half the garage was more worried and excited about Lily and her mother's first race than about the improvements they brought to the drivers' cars.

What Lance hadn't taken into account was that his weekend duties would keep him so busy that he wouldn't be able to spend all the time he wanted with them.

On Friday he had only been able to spend a little time with them before starting the weekend. He had only had time to give them a quick tour and put the little girl in his car –and take too many photos of her there with her little outfit.

“Lilybug!” Lawrence exclaimed as the girl jumped into his arms. “What's this I have heard about you becoming a driver? Do I have to sign you on my team?”

“I did! I got into Lance’s car! Right mommy?” said the girl bouncing in the man’s arms. “Want to draw with me, flower?” she asked once she calmed down.

“Sure! That's why I came to work today.”

At the end of Saturday, Lily was already exhausted from those days of action. So tired that she hadn't even realized how poorly Lance had classified on the qualy.

“It's okay, Lance. You'll bounce back tomorrow, I'm sure. You've had a very good weekend. Lily was delighted watching you run on the screens.” his girlfriend said as they headed to the driver's car.

Lily was asleep in his arms, her head on his shoulder leaving a small wet spot on his team shirt. His father had drained her while they waited for qualifying to start by playing outside, which Lance was very grateful for.

“I wanted this weekend to be perfect. I guess I forgot to plan that I would have to drive well” he confessed when he made sure little ears were not going to hear and be disappointed.

“Don't be so hard on yourself. We are so proud of you,” she whispered, giving him a quick kiss when they got to the car. “And you have nothing to worry about, this is being the best weekend, so close to our first getaway to the beach”.

“At least I haven't been attacked by any crabs here” Lance joked, causing his girlfriend to laugh as they buckled Lily into her seat.

“Don't claim victory, there is still tomorrow.”

And like every time she said something, his girlfriend was always right. After a difficult start, Lance had come back with precision, ready to show his audience today that they had not chosen wrong by choosing him.

And when Lance crossed the finish line in fifth position, climbing more than ten positions, it almost tasted like a podium.

Arriving at park fermé, Lance was welcomed by his girl, his dad and his little bug in his dad’s arms.

“You were sooo fast, Lance!” Lily said excited after shouting at him.

“Did you see, baby?” he asked grabbing her in his arms “I wanted to do it right for you and mom”.

“And flower” the girl reminded him pointing at his dad, whose suit was covered in white flowers stickers much like her little racing suit.

“Yeah, and flower too” Lance corrected himself. “But I wanted to do it super well so that mom and you would want to come with me more times”.

“Are you going to invite us more times?” Lily asked with hope filling her eyes.

“More than that. If you want and mom says yes, I would like to invite you all of the time. And when you can't come, I would like you to be waiting for me at home. In our house, wherever it may be” he finally ask.

Despite all the planning, Lance still wasn't sure how he was going to ask them to live together. He had doubts, but having Lily in his arms and his girlfriend hugging his side cleared them up.

And the smile of his girlfriend said it all “You want us to move together?”

“I want it all together, love”

With a laught, the woman looked at her daughter “What do you say, Lily? Will you want Lance living with us all the time”

"Will he always come back then?" she asked shyly. Suddenly all her energy was contained. She shrank into Lance's chest and avoided eye contact.

Lance's heart broke at her doubt and uncertainty about him, even if it wasn't really about him.

"I will always come back to you and mom, bug" Lance promised.

He wanted to tell her more, to tell her that he wasn't like her dad, to promise her that he would never leave like he did. But that wasn't the place and he knew actions spoke louder than words.

"I love you, Lancey" she murmured hugging his neck tightly.

“Lancey?” her mom asked surprised by the affectionate nickname.

“Yeah, my mommy and my Lancey” the girl explained, hugging her mom too from the arms of the driver, who only hugged them tighter while trying to stop the tears of happiness from falling from his eyes.

That sounded right, he thought. That sounded a lot like a family.

[nunununuy]

Part 7

Part 6 Part 8

Prince x Fem Reader

Tittle: Changing the fate of the Third Prince

Today was the farewell event for the delegation, a grand occasion meant to solidify the alliance between kingdoms. It was Prince Rafael’s first major event, a responsibility entrusted to him by the emperor. This would be his debut as the main host, and he had worked tirelessly for days, with the help of Princess Seraphina. Over time, their close working relationship had turned into a solid friendship.

As the sun set, the palace began to fill with nobles and the foreign delegates who had been staying for the past few days. The event took place in the grand, luxurious hall of the palace, decorated meticulously by Rafael himself. The nobles who arrived could not stop praising the elaborate decorations and the exquisite food served at the banquet.

The success of the event was undeniable, and so was the growing reputation of Prince Rafael. Once overlooked and shunned, Rafael now found himself in the center of attention. The emperor and his brothers, the first and second princes, no longer ignored or treated him coldly, and the nobles, who had once dismissed him, now clamored for his favor. Their attitudes had shifted, and many who had once belittled him were now eager to be in his good graces.

When the emperor officially declared the event open, guests mingled, exchanging pleasantries and alliances. The hall was soon filled with the soft sound of music, signaling the beginning of the night’s dances. As couples paired off and the music swelled, Rafael stood by, scanning the crowd. His hand instinctively brushed the small pouch in his pocket. Inside was the gift he had chosen with care—a necklace for the one who held his heart.

But as the night progressed, Rafael’s expression grew more anxious. His eyes searched for a particular figure, one he hadn’t seen yet among the gathered guests. He scanned the crowd again and again, but still, there was no sign of you.

Finally, he spotted his older brother, the first prince, standing with his fiancée, Selina. Without hesitation, Rafael approached them, a sense of urgency in his steps. He greeted his brother hurriedly, which caused the first prince to raise an eyebrow in confusion. Rafael wasn’t usually one to rush, especially at such a formal event.

"Selina," Rafael said, his voice laced with impatience. "Where is she? Where’s..." He hesitated, almost unwilling to voice your name, as if saying it would confirm his worst fears. "Where is she? I haven’t seen her all night."

Selina blinked in surprise. "You... you don’t know?"

Rafael's heart skipped a beat. "Know what?"

Selina, now equally confused, replied, "She’s gone. She went back to her family’s estate. Didn’t she tell you? She was only here for her debut and my engagement. Now that those events are over, she had no reason to stay any longer."

Rafael froze, his mind reeling. “She... left?” His voice dropped, disbelieving. “Why didn’t she tell me? We haven’t even spoken in nearly two weeks. She left without a word to me?”

The shock and confusion twisted Rafael’s usually composed expression into something raw. His mask, the calm and cold demeanor he wore in front of everyone, cracked completely. He stared at Selina, waiting for her to explain what had just happened.

“I thought she told you,” Selina said slowly, beginning to realize just how deep Rafael’s feelings ran. “She left about three days ago. By now, she should have already reached her home.”

A cold weight settled in Rafael’s chest, darkening his expression. She had left. She had left without saying goodbye. It was as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath him, leaving him with nothing but the hollow echo of her absence.

Anger surged through him, mixing with an overwhelming sense of betrayal and abandonment. How could she have done this? How could she leave without a word? The last two weeks of silence suddenly made sense—she had been planning her departure, and he had been too preoccupied to notice. Too focused on preparing a surprise for her birthday, on making everything perfect for her, to realize she was slipping away.

His mind raced with questions. Had he done something wrong? Was she angry with him for not reaching out sooner? Had he hurt her without realizing it? But none of it made sense. He had been planning to surprise her, to confess his feelings and give her the gift he had chosen with so much care. How could everything have gone so wrong?

But it was more than confusion, more than anger—it was the familiar sting of abandonment. The same feeling he had experienced as a child, when his family had distanced themselves from him after his mother’s death. And now, you had done the same thing—left him behind without a word, without an explanation.

No. No, he couldn’t accept this. You were his. You had been the only person who ever truly saw him, the only one who had gotten close enough to break through his walls. And now, you were gone.

But he wouldn’t let you leave him. He couldn’t. Not when you were the only light in his life, the only thing keeping him from the darkness that had consumed him for so long. You were his—his to protect, his to hold, his to love.

Rafael’s expression hardened, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He wouldn’t let this be the end. He couldn’t lose you. No matter what it took, no matter the cost, he would find a way to bring you back. You belonged with him. You always had.

And he would do whatever it took to make sure you never left him again.

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[julianalvarez9]

if we ever broke up / mason mount

summary: a conversation shared between two lovers in the past and the cruel reality of where things stand now.

pairing: mason mount x footballer!reader

warning: this is all fake!!!!! especially the fabrizio tweets please keep this in mind 😭 i hated doing that so much

author's note: me not making anything for mason and then two fics in 24 hours 😂 tittle inspired by the song if we ever broke up by royal sadness.

wc: 430 words (it's short, so i added a socmed au too :))

fc: esme morgan.

"what would you do if we ever broke up?".

the topic mason brought to bed isn't what you would normally expect, so it raises suspicions. "why are you thinking about it?" you laugh, still drawing circles in his bare skin. he laughs a bit too, and since your head is resting on his chest, your whole upper half vibrates with him until his laughter dies off.

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"ben just broke up with his girl," he explains, and you get off him, instead supporting your weight with your arm on the pillow by his side, positioning yourself better to see his face. your brows are furrowed in preoccupation, since ben is practically your best friend at this point, and you weren't aware that he was going through this. "he's okay, don't worry," he smiled reassuringly, palm going to your cheek and caressing it in a soft and loving gesture.

"it's just, he's thinking about renovating his whole house, getting another dog, i don't know. made me think of what i would do if we ever broke up".

your eyebrows go up now, clearly interested in the topic. "and what would you do?" you ask, genuinely curious about it. "i don't know to be honest. if you broke up with me, i'd try to get you back" mason shrugs, and you roll your eyes, clearly displeased with his answer since he isn't really answering your question. "that's off the table".

"i don't know! maybe changing my hair?" he says unconvincingly, taking his hand that was previously resting on your cheek to sort out his hair. you like this hair on mason the best, with the top of his hair fluffy and the sides just a little bit faded out. not too much, though. "no! i would hate that," you pout, and he's looking at you with the biggest smirk on his face, shaking his head in disbelief, remembering that you almost broke down crying when he buzzed it last summer. "i love your hair like it is".

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"maybe that's the whole point, no?" he questions, and your face sours in confusion. "what?" you ask, only to answer yourself the second after. "doing things i'd hate? like some sort of revenge?". mason lifts his palms up, like a kid that needs to prove his innocence. "i don't know!".

"if that's the goal, you going to united would definitely put you on the black list," you laugh, and the topic ends with a peck on his lips, and you settling down into your spot on his chest again, finally tired enough to sleep the night.

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[lilac-rose-writes]

Hey....Can you do some..... Cindix or felozzy hcs.....dies...

i don't think i've ever actually made cindix hcs before! here you gooo <333

cindy likes to write him love letters even as they continue to get older. they go from colourful scribbles to cute little legible messages. cindy always puts hearts in place of the tittles on her is, but when she's writing to felix, she doodles extras around or as a border. she has a stack of pink & blue paper to write them up onto. she likes slipping him little love notes in class when they're in high school and watching him turn bright red in the desk beside her. felix ends up picking up the same habit, writing long winding flowery letters in pretentious cursive with his rich boy fountain pen for her

when cindy plays house, she always calls the mother & father dolls cindy & felix. he finds out and is flustered beyond belief. she declares he's a father now of this cheap little woolen doll and he immediately becomes far too attached. ted is so confused. "i'm a father now, teddy, i don't have time to deal with your petulant whining". felix loves ditching him to spend time with cindy <3

felix likes to pamper cindy. she's always loved anything shiny & accessories, so he buys her all sorts of little gifts and trinkets to show he cares about her. felix struggles with saying "i love you" itself aloud, but he does his best to convey it in other ways like holding her hand or offering a fancy necklace whenever they spend time together

despite felix's struggle with saying "i love you" itself, he is a sucker for sappy nicknames. they are absolutely godawful. honeysuckle, sugarplum, my angelic flower, etc. cindy calls him babe and he comes out with "of course, my darling, delicate rosebud". felix is so unbearably smitten

cindy & felix are the definition of "ily" "i love me too" & it works both ways <3

they adopt a cat. you cannot tell me that felix isn't a cat person. cindy gets gravy and he is immediately attached. he insists that if they ever break up, he still gets visiting rights. he buys gravy all the best cat food, toys & beds. "why call the poor thing gravy?" "i didn't! the dumpster hag named her before i took her in" "wh- dumpster hag?!"

they bully children on roblox together. watch out seven-year-olds on dress to impress, cindix are here and they are slaying. their outfits are top tier. cindy keeps trying to bypass the swear filter, everything she makes is pink. felix falsely reports everyone who insults cindy. he gives everybody one star at most then cindy 5/5. (i have never played dress to impress, i am going off of knowledge from fashion famous when i was 7 and a duncanyounot video my sister showed me)

for all felix cares for cindy, he cannot stand her gum chewing. any chewing sets him off, he despises the sound of it. she does her best to remember not to have any around him, but it's a bit of a struggle when she nearly always has some in her mouth

cindy doesn't like the -ilys and felix immediately picks up on that. they aren't poor so he can't bully them for being urchins, but that's not enough to quell his disdain. he sees lily in the school debate team and immediately declares them arch-rivals (lily is so confused). he taunts billy about having "lost" cindy to him (billy could not care less). he's so proud of himself every time he thinks up a new insult for them

cindy admires felix's flamboyance, felix admires cindy's strong will. cindy doesn't know how he manages to keep so many words in his brain, but it sure is useful when she needs some help with her homework. felix doesn't see her as lesser for not understanding it; as much as he belittles ted for being in the "dumb class", he respects cindy far too much to do the same to her. his extravagant bows, entrances and hand waves make cindy giggle a lot

[zafirosreverie]

"Would you go out with me?…I meant romantically" (Lovecraft x F!Reader)/(Poe x F!Reader)

for @stygianoir hope you like it!

H.P. Lovecraft:

He's been here for a long, long time, but he wasn't really interested in humans beyond the occasional sacrifices and tributes. There was nothing the human race could teach him, they didn't bring anything new, not even amusing for him. Until he met you.

He had been with the Guild for a long time, following orders, no matter how bloodthirsty or inhumane (after all, what did he care about the moral laws of a society that would soon disappear like so many others?), simply waiting for his contract to end so he could go back to sleep at the bottom of the ocean. But then you joined the Guild, and everything changed.

You were kind, gentle, a little distracted and radiated a pure and innocent aura, one that inevitably caught his attention. You know what they say, the darkness is always attracted to the light. He tried to approach you, the only important thing humanity had created, he needed to be near you, like a moth to the light, but it wasn't easy, you were just as shy or shyer than Alcott and Poe, which was saying a lot, and Lovecraft could see that his presence made you nervous.

However, he also felt that you weren't afraid of him, you just didn't know how to approach him. So he followed you around like a stray cat, waiting for you to get used to his presence. It wasn't his brightest move, nor the most dignified, but for an evil and ancient god, the prize often mattered more than the means, and you were definitely the prize he had longed for the most in his long, long existence.

Finally, after many months, you gave him the chance to make his move that he had been waiting for. He witnessed Twain's attempts to woo you, and although it bothered him, he had never done anything about it because you didn't really seem interested. Until one afternoon you went to him for help, saying how those flirtations and advances were really bothering you and that you wished the other man would stop. That's when Lovecraft decided to intervene, mark his territory and let the world know that you were the one to whom the eldritch horror would hand over his existence.

Listen, you knew he wasn't one for soft or cheesy talk, he just told you what he thought, direct and without embellishment and you had gotten used to it, you even appreciated his direct way of speaking because then you didn't need to try to read him or find out if the things he told you were true or if he was just being nice (you already knew he had a soft spot for you).

That's why he surprised you when one afternoon, while you sat in your study drawing, with Lovecraft's head in your lap, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked into your soul.

"Would you be my human?" he asked

"Huh?!" You blinked in confusion "I-I...I'm sure John already took that tittle"

Lovecraft frowned, as if the very idea was ridiculous and you were pretty sure he was judging you, even though his face showed no further emotion. You cleared your throat as an idea began to form in your mind, one that you really wanted to be true, but that you didn't dare say out loud.

"I mean-...you already have humans, what about the rest of the Guild? Or the people who still worship you?"

"They're not my humans" he said, as if it was something obvious "they're humans that I tolerate around me"

"You toletare me too?" you smiled a little, even as you felt your face blushing.

"I don't tolerate you. I actively seek your company" he corrected.

"…coming from you, I feel like that's an immense honor" you said sincerely, letting one of your hands caress his hair.

"It is" he replied, closing his eyes again.

You stayed silent for a while, your drawing already forgotten and abandoned while you simply looked at the impassive face of the man in your lap. Just when you thought he had fallen back asleep, you heard a soft whisper that you weren't sure if it was in your mind or he had actually said it.

"Would you be MY human?"

Clear images flashed through your mind, confirming the thought you had earlier. There was no mistaking the intentions of the horror in your arms, and as you timidly whispered a yes, you could feel as if an ancient, inhuman force surrounded you, warm and protective. The pact had been closed.

Edgar Allan Poe:

"Did she say yes again?"

Poe sighed as he sat next to Francis at the bar at the Guild base. It wasn't that they were close, he wasn't even completely sure he liked the man, but he was the only one in the organization who really had any notions of love and romantic relationships, so he was the only one who could help in his attempts to woo you.

The poor man hadn't been able to stop thinking about you from the moment he saw you. After all, you were the only reason he agreed to join the new Guild. After the disaster in Yokohama and Fitzgerald's surprising resurgence, the blonde had contacted his former employees again, in an attempt to regain the original strength of the Guild or even make it stronger.

As expected, some didn't accept. Steinbeck basically gave the man the middle finger, while Mitchell had decided to return home despite her embarrassment at not being able to regain the family's honor, and Montgomery had not even been considered for it. By the time Alcott had gone to look for him, they only had Melville, Twain, and herself on board (and Poe was sure that Herman had simply accepted out of a strange paternal sense toward Fitzgerald).

For a moment he had decided to reject the offer and wash his hands of Guild, but Louisa had asked him to at least just go see the new base, so that Francis would see that she had at least tried. It was a favor as "partners in shyness" that he had not been able to refuse. It was then that he met you.

When he and Louisa had arrived at the base, Fitzgerald had his back to the door, talking animatedly to someone. When he turned around, his eyes lit up at the sight of Poe and he quickly thanked him for coming back. Before Edgar could correct him and say that he was just visiting, Francis introduced you, and then his entire world stopped.

You were small (compared to him), pretty, young, your eyes didn't seem to be able to leave the ground and your cheeks were tinted a healthy and beautiful pink. Poe felt his heart begin to beat faster and he almost feared he had died, because there was no other explanation for being in the presence of such an angel.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N" Francis had said, breaking him out of his reverie "She will share the position of master architect with you."

The man had continued to babble further explanations, but Poe stopped listening again, simply staring at you behind the curtains of hair that hid his eyes. You were clinging to someone's arm, and it wasn't until he was able to regain control of the rest of his senses that Poe realized that you had, in fact, managed to bring two more members of the former Guild with you (although he never had the courage to ask you how the hell you'd contacted Lovecraft, or how you'd convinced Hawthorne to come back (honestly, part of him wasn't sure he wanted to know)).

And the moment you lifted your face a little to give him that smile, that damn shy smile, that had pierced his soul, Poe knew that there was no way in the world he could leave you. Not even Ranpo had been able to convince him to join the agency and abandon the new Guild. He just couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again.

So he stayed and got to know you better. You two actually worked well together, and when Louisa joined the equation, the new Guild soon became the most influential organization in all of Japan (even the Port mafia had tried to do business with them).

It was easy to see the difference between this Guild and the old one, and for Poe, it was equally easy to discern why. It was you. Despite your shy and socially awkward nature, you were a little ray of sunshine to everyone, you knew how to keep a friendly conversation with anyone (as long as it was only one person, maximum two. Any more than that and you wouldn't talk anymore), help with their problems, you were a good listener and your silent company was always a source of tranquility and calm.

It was no wonder that Lovecraft loved sleeping near you, or that Hawthorne spent his afternoons reading next to you in your office. And for Poe, his favorite time were the nights, those in which you would timidly knock on his door and read his novels, those that he had abandoned in his obsession to defeat Ranpo and that thanks to you he had taken up again.

You had given him back a part of himself that he hadn't even realized he had lost, and because of that, he had decided to face his fears and try to establish a more intimate relationship with you.

The problem was that you just didn't take the hints. Whenever Poe tried to ask you out, you said yes, but then you would ask Louisa to join, so it was clear that you thought of it as a favor he was doing you, as part of the "partners in shyness" club.

Poe, being part of said squad as well, could never say no or correct you, so he ended up accepting the friendly solution. Louisa had apologized to him many times for that, but he knew it wasn't her fault.

"Why don't you write her something?" Francis asked, taking him out of his thoughts "You're a writer after all"

"I already tried, but I don't know how to write romance novels, and I don't think a crime scene is a good setting for a date."

"I meant letters, not a whole novel. Go back to the classics!"

That…that made sense. Edgar actually felt a little silly for not thinking of it sooner, but hey, it was better late than never, right? Days later, on one of the nights you visited him in his office, he asked you to help with something. But instead of the manuscript you had expected, he gave you a letter where he confessed everything he felt for you.

At that moment, you couldn't misunderstand anything, and all the kind invitations he had made to you before came back to your mind. You hid your face in your hands as you felt your cheeks heat up and apologized profusely for being so blind, but Poe quickly assured you that it was okay, he had still enjoyed those outings even if they hadn't been what he had planned.

“So… uhm…” he shifted uncomfortably next to you.

"I'll go out with you…romantically this time" you joked awkwardly and smiled shyly at him.

__________________________

"Oh, it's about time, you two," Mark joked when he saw you walking hand in hand. "Aw, don't blush, now that two of you are dating, you just need to adopt Louisa."

"Mark!"

[angel-2408]

His light

Yandere Bruce banner x male reader

Bruce was looking out at the city from the tower. He was thinking about how irritating it was that people who act like sane , normal people are the one's that loves to criticized everything.

Bruce knew not all people do that but some those that were annoying as hell still does. He heard a soft and gentle call from behind.

"Bruce? What are you doing", Bruce turn away from the window showcasing the city and look behind him where you , his adorable, kind and gentle boyfriend lay on the bed looking at him sleepily.

Bruce smile walking towards his lover "Nothing love i was just thinking".

You tittled your head at him and snuggle up to him when he climb on the bed " Like what Bruce?".

Bruce smile kissing your forehead "Don't worry that little head of yours it's nothing important".

You pout laying down on his chest and start humming slowly, Bruce smile knowing you were trying to lulled him to sleep.

Bruce has told you about his nightmare and how he can't sleep and you were always trying to help him with tea,lullaby, songs and even honey milk.

Bruce loves you very much his sweet adorable boyfriend who's gentle and kind, it's just that he don't like the people around you, who's always trying to take advantage of you.

You were the only light in his endless darkness, an only star that shines so beautiful in his galaxy Bruce was lucky that you even felt the same as him, reciprocate his feeling.

He doesn't understand how can someone love Or even tolerate a monster like him but here you are, you not only love him genuinely but also except his alter ego wholeheartedly.

There's one thing that Bruce or even hulk can't tolerate that it's you getting hurt or crying.

Everything that Bruce does always revolves around you from the moment he meet you.

When you first meet Bruce you had came up to him introducing yourself and had ask 'why he was angry' surprising Bruce.

You had look at him with interest and said "𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨".

Surprisingly when you both were introducing each other, shaking hands at that brief moment when he held your soft hand which was small and slender compared to his big and rough one, He felt calm.

An emotion confusing to Bruce during that short period of skin contact,he felt calm. Which has become a scared too Bruce since the moment he had become hulk.

Bruce wanted to know more about you so he ask Romanoff , the red head Russian. She simply shrug saying that she herself didn't know much about you and that you were someone who is with director Fury although the red head Russian seem casual he can also see for brief moment of curiousity on herself as to who you exactly where.

After the fight in the new York against loki and the chitauri , You were the one who had actually approach hulk calming him down and turning him back to Bruce.

Everyone was baffled and had tried to stop you when you approach the angry hulk but you didn't listen and help him transform from hulk to Bruce instead.

He had thanked you and had later ask why aren't you afraid of the hulk to which you simply smile charmingly and said "𝘏𝘶𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯".

It was understandable that Bruce was shock to say the least he had never expected hulk to tolerate much less like someone.

But Bruce can't help but smile seeing your gentle and carefree nature.

Bruce looks at you humming softly in his chest trying to lulled him to sleep he close his eyes smiling to himself hugging you Protectively in his arm.

You were one of the best thing that has ever happened to Bruce in his whole entire life.

[First time writing a fanfic (*´꒳`*)

Tell me if you like this if you do I may upload more (⁠人⁠⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)]

[redheadloverr]

Asking them to be “flings”

i have no other way to really tittle this idea but heres the concept;

randomly hitting genshin boys up (separately ofc!) saying you want a ‘fling’ and you end up confessing to them!

gn!reader x anemo boys!

quick A/N! I’ll check grammar/misspellings later, also trying a new style to my blogs so pls let me know if you like this style better! <3

Heizou

at first he thought you were joking. he completely laughs in your face, unaware that this would be something you’d actually want.

“you’re funny, y/n.” he says with a chuckle, ignoring you and going back to his work. after he realizes you’re serious, he looks up at you examining your expression.

“you’re serious?” he asks, still examining you. you nod at him and he continues. “we’ll, I’m not opposed to that idea. I never thought you’d be the type to ask something like that, though. so tell me, what’s your motive?”

you stare at him shyly, not knowing what to say. you couldn’t just tell him you had a crush on him this whole time and that you only want to hook up because you’re too scared to get rejected by him.

he notices your long pause and continues, trying to tease you. “don’t tell me you have a crush on me~”

you stiffen. you know he’s teasing you yet the thought that he may or may not know is eating you up inside. you’re unable to speak, your cheeks turn a light pink.

“is that the case?” he asks you firmly, trying to read your face before continuing.

you weakly nod and wait for his reaction. he closes his eyes, thinking for a moment.

“if that’s the case, I don’t want to be ‘flings’.” he says, finally looking at you. “if you want to date, I’m more than happy to oblige.”

you two smile at each other before setting up dinner plans for later that evening. you feel so happy you could die!

Kazuha

“no.” he says seconds after you ask him, completely crushing you.

you awkwardly turn to leave the room when he reaches for your hand.

“wait-“ he pauses, “don’t ask anyone else, though.”

“I won’t, I only wanted to do it with you” you’re immediately shocked that you’d even confess something like that to kazuha of all people. you cover your mouth, turning away from him to hide your embarrassment.

he turns his head, confused at you. “what do you mean, Y/N? why only with me?”

you take a deep breath before speaking. “I like you kazuha, I’ve liked you for a while now. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe I would just ask if you’d want to hook up and maybe something will happen out of that..” you were rambling at this point.

he silently nods while listening to you, his expression not changing once. when you finish talking, he smiles at you. “you should’ve said that from the beginning. I don’t do those ‘flings’ but I’d be more than happy to take you out for dinner and see where things go from there.” his smile is warm and genuine. he gently pats your head before he speaks again. “are you free this weekend? I know a spot.”

Scaramouche

he drops what he’s doing and gives you a death stare, sending shivers down your spine. “excuse me?”

you flinch a little at his words, not knowing what else to say. “repeat yourself.” he says firmly. you tell him again, in a smaller voice.

“I thought that was what you said.” he said with a sigh. “what’s your reasoning? you’re not the type that usually asks me for such a.. request.” he looks you up at down trying to read you.

“well.. I just.. I like you.” you say shyly, almost scared.

“what?” he stares at you again, but he stares at you a lot softer.

“I like you, I’ve been trying to confess to you for a while now but you just never got the hits.. I know you hook up with people casually so I thought maybe I could try that route instead.” you go on, rambling.

“stop.” he says, and you tighten up. “you like me?” he asks. you shyly nod. “are you sure?” he says, more so asking himself.

“of course I’m sure!” you say, wondering why he would even ask that. he takes a moment to process everything.

“I like you too.” he says, now shyly. “I didn’t think you’d like someone like.. someone like me.” he says.

you chuckle, “of course you’d say that! you’re far more than just your title and your past, scara. I want to get to know every side of you.”

he shyly moves closer to you, holding your hands, looking at them. “thank you.” he says before he looks up at you and smiles.

Venti

venti giggles at you, shaking his head. “oh Y/N, I know you’re way too innocent to ever want to have a ‘fling’ with someone randomly.” he holds your hand, looking into your eyes. “so, why all of a sudden have you asked for such a thing?”

venti was so good at reading you he knew, he didn’t even have to look at you to know this isn’t the type of thing you’d ever do. you felt like you had no choice but to be honest with him. making up a lie wouldn’t help this situation.

you take a deep breath, “venti, I have a crush on you.” you look at him, waiting for a response before continuing.

he nods, waiting for you to keep talking, so you do. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, I thought this would be the best way to ease my way in..”

he sighs, placing his hand on your shoulder. “oh Y/N. you should’ve just told me, it would’ve been a lot less more embarrassing on your part and a lot easier.” he walks towards a tree, patting the ground next to him, hinting you sit next to him.

you take a seat next to him as he continues. “I have no clue why you decided to ask me that of all things, but I’m glad it wasn’t the reasons most people ask others for such a thing.” he smiles at you, holding your hand. “with that being said, I like you too. I don’t know when I started liking you, but I did and I still do. you amaze me everyday, even now. If I had to spend the rest of a lifetime with someone, you’d be my first choice.” he looks at you, waiting for you’re response now.

your cheeks turn a deep red shade. he chuckled at your reaction. he leans over saying “I hope we can be more than friends after this” before moving your head towards him, kissing you.

Xiao

xiao has no words, he just stares at you. dumbfounded. he couldn’t believe you had just said that, and he couldn’t believe he was blushing because you said that. he blinks before asking you “can you say that again? I don’t think I heard you right?”

you shyly nod, repeating the same request you had asked him just a couple seconds ago. he covers his mouth, looking around to see if anyone was around.

“why? who put you up to this?” he seems a bit angry, annoyed. he grabs your wrist, and takes you to a private area.

“no one put me up to this!” you tell xiao as he continues to pull you along with him. “I’m the only one who made myself say that, and now I regret saying anything at all.” he stops walking and looks back at you.

“why did you say it then?” he says eager to know the reason. “I like you, xiao. I didn’t know how to tell you so I thought maybe this could help me a little? It was dumb I know but..” “It’s not dumb!” he cuts you off, “I think it’s kind of cute, and I’m flattered you would.. like me” he says the last part shyly

“of course I like you, xiao. I’ve liked you for a while now, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me..” you say shyly

he smiles, “and you’re the best thing that’s happened to me as well. but please, don’t scare me like that again.” you both chuckle.

“would you like to go out later today?”

[gracelaurie]

Lover | Patrick Wilson x fem!Reader

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

A/N : Just like the tittle, it’s a fluffy story :D the most romantic fanfic that i ever write tbh. There’s no warning :))

*Patrick didn’t have a wife in this story*

CHAPTER 1/2 ➡️(Chapter 2) sequel 18+

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CHAPTER 1.

Today is the most hectic day. You have to wake up at dawn to go to the airport. When you arrive at the airport you have to take care of your aunt’s two twin babies, then when it gets to noon you take the babies to go to the talk show.

When you arrive at the shooting location, you hope that your uncle will at least meet you and help you take care of his own children, but apparently not. That annoying old man even just looks at you who’s taking care of his 2 babies, nods, then goes back to minding his business as host.

Now the babies are quiet and asleep in their own stroller- after they cried for a long time and you have held them one by one so they fall asleep. It’s really tiring work for a 6 month pregnant mother. Actually it’s not a job, more like a favor to a relative in your family. No one else can help them except you, you actually don't mind because you don't want your family to think that pregnant women like you can't do any work.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Talk About It!” You heard your uncle’s voice from behind the screen.

You don’t care about things like that, but when your gaze accidentally looks at the huge Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom film poster displayed, you look confused. Your feelings are mixed. You seem to know the blonde man on the film poster. But deep in your heart, you deny it. Maybe you’re just hallucinating because you are very hungry and tired.

You try to peek through the window to see who is the guest star at the event. But you gasped when you saw who was there.

“…it is our guy Patrick Wilson… Patrick welcome back TAT.” the audience applauded then Patrick said there, “thank you..” with a big smile

You feel like this is like a dream. You’re confused, this is all very difficult for you to digest. You walk away from that place feeling dazed, your body is getting weaker, not only because you haven’t eaten, but because you know that the man who had a One Night Stand with you and impregnated you until your stomach was this big… is a famous actor.

When you walked backwards, your body almost fell, a crew member swiftly held your body and helped you. “oh my gosh, who are you, why are you here?” She grabbed your arm and led you to a seat beside the stairs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.. I’m fine...” you said while looking at Patrick from afar, “he’s my uncle, today I'm taking care of his baby. His wife told me to go to this shooting location and after this event finished he immediately invited us to hang out. You know… it’s a holiday.” you said while pointing at your uncle who was the host.

“You look really pale, and you're pregnant,” she looked really worried about you. Then he stood up and invited one of his teammates to chat. After a short chat, he came over to you again and said, “please come with me. You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

You shook your head weakly.

“But… what about the babies? I have to keep looking after them... otherwise my uncle will get angry...”

“Don't worry, my friend will look after the babies.” She said with a sincere smile. She is a stranger who works there as a crew but she seems to have a motherly heart.

That kind crew helped you to stand up. You carry your very big stomach to walk out of that very crowded place. Somehow you can feel that your stomach is very big, even though it’s only 6 months, but your stomach looks like it’s more than that.

“Andrew is so mean,” she said in an annoyed tone, “how can he and his wife tell you to look after their babies? Don’t they see your condition?”

“Thank you,” you smiled faintly, and grabbed the water bottle she had given you, “I’m fine. Besides, this isn't the first time. Sometimes I help them whenever they need my help.”

“Yes, but it’s the same. They should know that you are pregnant with twins and they shouldn’t be bossing you around like this.” she said irritably then stood at the end of the room and took her lunch.

“Wait, how do you know I'm pregnant with twins when I haven't checked myself?” you asked in confusion.

“I don't know… just look at the shape,” she said lightly then sat back down next to you and handed you his lunch, “please eat. I know it's not much, but if you want to wait for Andrew, he's still very long and you You have to fill your stomach now.”

“Thank you,” you said then accepted the food, “Sorry for bothering you, I...”

“Please don't apologize. You’re a pregnant mother. I have seen that you are tired from taking care of the babies. I have been wanting to meet you for a long time, because I was afraid that something would happen to you." She said worriedly.

While you were eating, someone knocked on the door of the room and told him to go back to work.

“I'm sorry, I have to go, you can stay here to rest as long as you need.” She said with a smile.

After you finish your food. You grabbed your cellphone that was on the table and opened your Google. You are a woman who likes gardening and raising livestock. You don't even have social media, only send messages to your family and neighbors. The only reason you were going to a nightclub and losing your virginity to a guy you didn’t know is because you’re really stressed. You have just lost your older brother who is the only biological family who is still alive and lives with you.

And now you’re pregnant with someone's baby who took your virginity off in a nightclub and it turns out that person is a famous person. You’re typing “Patrick Wilson” in Google and it turns out...

You gasped in surprise. you still don’t know what to say. You think to yourself that maybe Patrick already has a wife or girlfriend, and maybe Patrick doesn’t know you anymore...

In the middle of that daydream, suddenly the door opened wide and your uncle was standing near the door with a guilty face.

“Y/N... I'm sorry. I'll take you home...”

You smiled, “it's okay, I'm just late eating.”

Your uncle smiled as he looked at your stomach, “how old are you in your pregnancy?”

“6 months... but it looks bigger, don't know why...” you whispered.

“You haven't seen a obstetricians recently, have you?" your uncle asked then you shook your head, “come here, before I take the twins to the park, we can check them first--"

“Let me." said a man mysteriously behind your uncle.

Your uncle turned and gasped, “Patrick-uh Patrick what are you doing here?”

Patrick laughed softly, “I know I shouldn’t have done this behind the scenes, but I am the man who got your niece pregnant,” Patrick’s words suddenly shocked your Uncle, so shocked that it was even difficult to digest everything.

“Y/N... is that true?"

You inhale and exhale. You find this situation very difficult to digest. “Yes, Uncle Andrew. He is the father of my child.”

Patrick smiled at you. But you can see that he feels guilty for all this. He didn’t know that all this time there was a woman who was pregnant with his child but he wasn’t there.

Your uncle turned to Patrick then turned to you. He massaged his forehead, then exhaled. “Okay, I’ll give you some time. Please...” said your uncle while patting Patrick on the shoulder.

You got up from your seat when Patrick had closed the door to the room. The two of you face each other and stand now.

“I’m sorry..”

“No, this is not your fault. We were strangers having a one night stand. I understand, this is not your responsibility, please don't feel that you have to do all this. I could have aborted the pregnancy from day one, but—"

“But you don’t have the heart to do that. You have a very kind heart to raise the child of someone you don’t know. And regarding responsibility, I have full responsibility for my child.” Patrick said in a firm voice. He sighed, then walked over to you.

“You thought I didn’t see you from far away, right?”Patrick took both of your hands and held them, “the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the person I slept with that night. And I had a strong feeling that the child you were carrying was mine.”

“Y/N... thank you…” Patrick said in a very low tone. His blue eyes looked very happy, “I’m the happiest man in this world…. the most important thing of all is, I want to really get to know the mother who is carrying my child.”

[rey-jake-therapist]

I'm dying at charlie trying to minimize galadriel's importance to sauron by saying that he wanted her as his number #2 not as an equal as if queens weren't exactly this to kings since the inception of royalty I mean, there's a reason Elizabeth II was married to a prince/duke and not a king

Queen and King is not only tittle but also rank and yes contrary to what charlie have also said in the past a queen is the wife of the king That's the very definition of it In fact, when queens have ruled in their own right people were very confused about how to address them Marguereth of Denmark was called lady king while Cristina of Sweeden were referred to with male pronouns/as king in official documents because you see you wouldn't use the title of the wife of a king to adress a reigning monarch

Charlie is a troll (evil laugther) 😈

He is really out him staying that he didn't want her as his equal only as hid wife but not as a wife

It's hysterical funny 😁

HAHAHAH lol exactly what I was thinking the other day !

Actually, making him his secretary/assistant would even be an upgrade comparing to the role that what most king's wives had in history... King's wives were generally expected to give their king a male heir, to be pretty and to not engage in politics. They were also lucky when they actually loved their husband and were loved by him, because their marriage was always planned by other people than themselves 🥴

So there's nothing really extraordinary, let alone a proof of Sauron's *evilness*, in having that sort of plan for Galadriel in his head. He would just be your average misogynistic dude, and he's corrupted af anyway so he could have good intentions in the beginning but would just dismiss any attempt from Galadriel to actually rule 😂

I feel like when Charlie speaks like that, or when he insists that Sauron "can't love" because he's too evil yada yada, it's mostly PR strategy and self protection. I think it's easy to forget that any male actor who plays a villain, especially one as Sauron who won't get a redemption arc, is in a tricky position when it comes to discuss his character's feelings. If Charlie, a white straight man, even suggested that Sauron loves Galadriel, and even if he added that he did love her in a very unhealthy way, "not the way to treat a girl you love in real life guys don't do it" style, he would immediately receive a shit ton of hate from all the antis and other lore-bros who would call him "abuse apologists". You know it would happen.

So he could of course say that Sauron would want Galadriel to be a stay at home mum who also takes care of the paperwork, but it would acknowledge the romantic relationship of the relationship... and I totally understand why he's reluctant to do that.

Now I'd just like him to say the same thing in a joint interview with Morfydd, and hear Miv mock Sauron for even wanting to try to tame Galadriel 😂 Not saying she (Miv) would, but every time I personally think of Sauron trying to "tame" Galadriel and ruling by himself, I also imagine cosmic domestic squabbles.... And even more intense cosmic reconciliation sex 😏😇

[soulsnatcher0xx]

Yandere Bully X Reader

Tittle: Prince Charming

It all started when you started going to your new school at 12grade just when your school is about to end but you have no choice but to switch schools because of your living situation. Your dad dies when you were a young age and ever since then your mother was a new person who started to whore herself out and soon enough, she hooks into drugs. Now you are working at a car shop to pay for your trailer home while you also go to school because of this you never bring friends over, not that you have friends anyway. You love learning, its the only things that keeps your mind off of thing but your smartness never go unnoticed by one person, and he was your school bully. Ever since you transfer school his green eyes was set on you. He was known as the troublemaker, drugs dealer of the school but smart when needed to be. He didn't understand why at first why he like you so much but he understands why when he saw you helping pick up books someone drop and you give them a warm smile. It make his pants tight and he cant wait to have fun with you and slowly watch you break because of him. He want to be the reason why you are crying every night. 

You sit alone at lunch every day, a table to yourself because it seems like no one wants to be friend with you and hated you. Until a boy with brown hair and deep forest green eyes came your way and sit right in front of you. your cheeks turn a shade of red because of this but not because you have a crush on him but no one care to be your friends and that makes your heart warm. You didn't say no words and continue looking down on your hand in your lap and you think the reason noone want to be your friends is because you are weird and not good on the eyes but to Shawn you were more then what meet the eyes. The past few days you got to know him and his family life and you notice he always seem to have friends unlike you but unknowing to you he have been following you and stalking you home. Weeks later his attitude toward you seem to change and he become more aggressive and mean to you and that kind of hurt because you have grown found of him. One day he lock you into the boys locker room and no one came to help you. He left you there though out the whole night and when he finally come back for you. He saw your eyes filling with tears and your cheeks red from all that crying. You push pass him and you swear on your dead father you never want to see him ever again. 

Since that day you stop going to school to give yourself time to think and in those times Shawn really started to miss you deeply. He kind of regret bullying you into tear. 

He went to your tailer home that day and for the first time he finally saw how you were living, and he felt guilt in his heart for all the time he push you around like some lost dog. He swear to himself that he would treat you better form now on. 

You were in your room, trying to take a nap, tired form all the work you been doing to pay the bills. you lay there with your hair spread out on your pillow, your eyes closed. When suddenly something grabs your ankle and before you can scream the tip of the blade was pressed against your windpipe and a hand cover your eyes. The person behind you press his chest closer to your back before speaking, “ shut up” was all he said before letting his hand fall and you blink your eyes to adjust to the light. “Shawn?” you ask him all confuse while he dig though your closet before you can question him anymore he came back with a piece of cloth in his hand and tied it around your eyes. He told you to turn around but when you didn't turn around he pushed you onto your bed and flip you over and man handling you. Forcing your arms painfully behind your back and then tying them up. You trash around but all that ever help was raise your skirt up and he can now see your black lace underwear. For a monument he just stood behind you before he speaks again, he inhale a deep breath and said 

“I want to take you far away from the world.” 

[jiecomic]

Chapter 8- Perfect

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After Jie told Monkey King about her deal with Iron Fan he took her to some room, which she never saw before.

For Jie this place was nothing different than a garbage. She understood that her master had been definitively too lazy to clean this mess, but for a demoness who is really used to tidy places and has a sensitive smell, that place was a real nightmare.

' The faster I find something the better'

So she started digging in.

" How about this?" Asked Monkey King showing her some mirror with the yin-yang symbol on the other side

" It's a demon revealing mirror, how do you think will she take it when I show it to her?" Jie answered picking something into her hand "Oh! That looks cool!" She said showing her master the golden spear

" Good, but not as powerful as your blade- how about the mystical vase?"

Jie looked at him and then at the vase.

" I've got a feeling like it's better to keep it" she stated and then something caught her attention " What is that?" She muttered to herself looking at the dark scroll

Before she realised Monkey King took the scroll and throw it somewhere far away.

" That's nothing" he explained with bright smile on his face and continued searching as if nothing happened, Jie did the same

" Would be easier if most of the heaven artefacts weren't taken away from me" Wukong pondered

" I think you already have enough of them" Jie remarked while checking some rusty swords

" Tell me something about your weapon!"

" About the mirror blade?" Jie stopped everything to look at him " Now?"

" Why not?- I'm curious cause it's the first time I heard it's name"

" Alright... Well the mirror blade was actually my first booty of my first fight with a strong demon- who was the Fox Demon King. I didn't want it but the second it was in my reach... I heard it calling for me, as if I was the one it was searching for... and I guess I was. When I lost it it was my first defeat from a long time... at that time I lost everything- my tittle, my allies, my freedom, half of my powers, my weapon and..." she stopped for a while feeling the painful memory in her mind, she hold tighter to the jade necklace" The mirror blade is the only thing that I can get back"

For a moment it was silent, Jie didn't expect herself to open up that much... she didn't like it. Every time she did that she felt as if she was crossing the line that she had drawn herself. Her master on the other hand seemed not to notice this line. For Jie that was something new and it was making her feel anxious.

" I remembered about something!" Monkey King shouted " Wait here"

She looked confused at her master who was trying to climb on the big stock of garbage, throwing many things in the process. When he was at the top, the stock started shaking which made Jie feel unsafe, but Wukong for sure knows what he is doing... right?

" Aha!" He shouted pointing something to the sky

Crack

Suddenly the stock started collapsing.

Everything: rusty swords, spears some scrolls and even more strange things started to fall on the place when Jie was standing, all she could do was trying to dodge them and she did it very well. When everything seemed to already fall she looked at her master (who got out of the ruins) and as she started heading towards him she felt something hitting her on the head.

" OUCH! Crumbs..." she muttered before collapsing on the ground

MK felt that something was wrong, first Pigsy was kind, he even get along with Tang! Sandy is also acting a little bit off and Mei... let's not talk about this. Even Monkey King acts strange... well there was only one more person to check!

MK was too far from her house so he looked around and started yelling:

" MS JIEEEEE!"

He was repeating himself for a long time till he noticed something, the energy ball that Jie uses!

Not knowing what to do MK had tried to touch it but just before that the energy ball exploded into the cloud of smoke, from which a pair of fox ears could be seen.

" Crumbs, my head..." Jie muttered to herself while brushing the back of her head " Uhm... Monkey Boy?"

Jie looked confused at MK who was looking at her from behind of some metal box with suspicious eyes.

" Say something what Jie would say!" He screamed waving his arm at her

" huh?"

Jie decided to stay calm.

" You think I have no other things to do?! What do you want, play with me in hide and seek?!"

Alright she was annoyed.

" Get off my tail!" She hissed ready to disappear but suddenly felt something squeezing her waist

" That's really you!" MK whimpered into her hanfu " Thanks noodles it's you!"

Before Jie was able to say anything she started to turn to dust in the places when MK touched her, with made the boy freak out.

" GAH! JIE YOU ARE A GHOST!" He screamed in terror

" NO- I'm not you monkey brain!" Jie scolded him by pitching his cheek " I'm just a spirit projection!"

" I'm ssowwwy" MK murmured to her 'but isn't that what the ghosts are?'

Jie let go of his face and started looking around.

" So... Where are we?" She asked flicking her fox ear

" That's right! Something is wrong with all my friends! They are acting just... too perfect?"

'That's bad?'

"Wait a minute" Jie stated with a serious look as she started sneezing the air

Her face turned to be so disturbing as if she just eaten the worst meal in her life. Her nose started to flinch as she covered it.

" Did you use your golden vision?"

"Oh!"

"..."

" What do you mean 'oh!'" She continued pitching his cheeks " You forgot again didn't you?!"

She let him go when his cheeks started to turn slightly red and swollen.

MK finally used his golden sight to see everything around him only to see...

" There is nothing here" he said turning his eyes back to normal "Nothing of this is real... just like the time when you used illusion on me!"

" That's right, when I started to smell the air I didn't smell anything from this environment 'only your smell', thanks to the illusion you can fool the eyes but not the rest of you senses... that's what master is trying to teach you right?"

" He said something about trusting my instincts... wait! If it's illusion then how am I going to break free?!" He started to panic again

" Firstly calm down" Jie navigated him " You know when the illusion stops being illusion?"

" When I do some magic stuff to make it disappear?"

" No. When you realise that all you see is fake"

" Okay..." MK calmed down a little " What should I do next?"

" It's easy. You just need to-

PUFF

The image of Jie disappeared.

" Jie?"

"JIE?!"

"WHAT SHOULD I DO?!"

Jie started to slowly receive her vision, though everything was still blurry to her. She felt something wet on her cheek and a warm breath.

" Gou..." she murmured trying to see her pet more clearly

After a while she came back to her senses but was still to weak to get up, she looked up into the light with was blinding her, until some shadow covered it.

" Good morning!" Monkey looked at her from above with a smirk on his face

'I want to punch him for some reason'

" I fainted didn't I?" She muttered trying to stand, Wukong reached a hand to her and helped her stand

" Yeah, I thought you died" he answered casually

She just give him a furrowed look as the answer.

" You found something?" She asked him still feeling a little dizzy

" Huh?"

" When you run on this stock, you said you found something"

" Ah, right!"

Monkey King had dived in the garbage to then come back with a ceramic jar.

" What is inside?" Jie asked ready for some big reveal

" That's..." Monkey King had slowly opened the jar " THE BEST COOKIES I HAVE EVER EATEN IN CENTURIES!" He shouted while showing Jie the snack, which then ended in Wukong's mouth

Jie glared with unbelief at her master who was eating all happy and carefree.

" I wonder what Monkey Boy jumped in again..." she whispered to herself

" Hm?"

" While I was unconscious the kid called me out, so my spiritual form had transported to him, looks like someone trapped him in illusion or something"

" Wait, you can become a ghost?"

" ... No- it's a- you know what, never mind" she sighed " I'm just surprised because normally I could smell the scent from the real environment, but then I couldn't as if he was..."

" trapped" Monkey King stated with a serious tone, which attracted Jie's attention "I once saw something like that, it's called the calabash. It's an old, powerful artefact with can trap anyone who-

" WAIT!" Jie interrupted him " Did you say that it's OLD and POWERFUL?"

" Yeah, pretty much" spoke Wukong while leaning for more cookies " Would you like one?"

But when he offered her the cookie all that was left was just a pink dust.

Bark!

... aaaand Gou

"..."

" I won't share with you"

Jie had teleported to MK as soon as she could, when she finally found the house she bumped into the building to see MK standing before a pair of demons. What mattered to her was that MK was now out of calabash.

" Ah! Ms. Jie!" MK waved to her

" ha ha... seem like we have more audience..."

" Let's introduce ourselves again..."

The two twins demons smirked to each other.

" We are your worst nightmare Jin..." Started the orange demon

" And Yin..." Added the blue one

" THE GOLDEN SILVER- WOAH!- HEY!"

The brothers yelled as Jie pushed them away and walked between them.

" HEY AT LEAST LET AS FINISH!" Jin screamed at her, but Jie didn't seem to care at all

In fact Jie only cared about the calabash... or rather it's pieces...

" Look like it can't be undone, huh?" Suddenly some dark aura started to cover her, but no one noticed since the twins were too busy with MK.

When MK was ready to fight them Jin and Yin seemed not to be so confident anymore so they used some smoke bombs to create the occasion to escape.

Unlucky for them...

When the smoke had cleaned MK could still see them- standing in the same place but being carried by their collars by no one other than Jie.

Only now everyone felt the dark atmosphere in the room, yeah... Jie was not happy...

" Monkey Boy... go back to your friends" Jie stated "I'll take care of these two" she added with her red eyes burning with anger

"O- okay so... THANK YOU BYEE!" MK ran away as fast as possible feeling as if something was about to chase him

Meanwhile the brothers... were scared to death.

Jie let them sit on their own before her freely, but they didn't dare to move even a finger.

" So... you are the ones who caught the apprentice of my master, huh?" She asked calmly

" W-well we... we just-

" IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

" THAT'S THE WORST THING YOU COULD COME UP WITH!"

" AND WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!"

"Be quiet"

The moment Jie spoke both of them calmed down. While Jie sighed loudly.

" For once I wanted to do something in the fair way... Crumbs..." she muttered to herself

" You two, are you related to huli jings?"

At this moment brothers looked at her with their eyes wide open, Jin then pointed to his brother in the direction of the fox tale behind Jie.

" Y- you are the Huli Jing! Same as mother!" Yin almost shouted

" You know for what you did I should already drag your souls into the underworld, right?" Jie's glare became more sharp

The twins started to shake in fear and hug themselves.

"... But I guess this auntie can make one exception!" She said with a completely different mood!

Before the air around Jie was cold and heavy, but it turned to be, warm and sparking!

The twins looked at her with tears flowing from their eyes.

" THANKS AUNTIE!" They we're about to hug her when Jie had stopped them with her hands

" one more moment..." the red light had slowly came back in her eyes, her warm smile turned into mischievous smirk" You need to do something for me first..."

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[hikaritakaishi]

✨ Digimon Adventure Tri Short-Stories Collection ✨

Hi Digi-friends! ✨

I decided to start a serie of Digimon Adventure Tri short-stories with some hidden details from the series. All the chapters will be small and independent from each other.

If you want to follow it you can have them all together on my fanfiction.net page: https://www.fanfiction.net/~hikayagamitakaishi

I will be posting them under the tittle " In between the lines " because I think it is enough self-explanatory.

Here I will leave you the first chapter, I hope you like it! ✨

[Happens in between the 2nd and the 3rd Episodes of Digimon Tri Reunion. The morning after the fight at the Haneda airport.]

Odaiba, Japan

7:30

- Ohayo, Hikari-chan!

A familiar voice catches her attention, making her stop and turn around. Softly, he approaches her with a warm smile. Every morning, they met on their way to school to go together. On that particular morning, they both wanted to talk about the events that had occurred the night before.

-Ohayo, Takeru-kun. How are you feeling today? Did you manage to get some rest?

- Physically yes, but mentally I still feel exhausted.

- I understand, I feel the same.

They both walked together across the bridge, at a very slow pace. There was still some time until the beginning of classes.

- I bet Taichi’s football match was cancelled. Maybe next time I will be able to go. - Takeru starts speaking lightly, not wanting to put much weight on the main topic: the digimon incident.

- Oh, I think it may have been. I actually wasn’t there.

- Didn’t you go to your brother’s football match? Did something happen?

Well, that was surprising. Hikari usually do not miss any major event that involves her friends or her brother.

- Ah… no, I just… had another thing planned already.

- You… had a date planned as well?

- What do you mean by… as well?

Takeru slowed down and chose carefully his next words. He had told her that he did invite a girl friend to his brother’s concert… didn’t he? Did she forget? Perhaps, after all... maybe it didn't really bother her anyway.

- I… told you. I invited… a friend to my brother’s concert. Which was also cancelled. So, nothing… really… happened.

- I believe that she will understand if you explain it to her. Maybe invite her again, for the movies or… something else.

He felt trapped. Wouldn’t it be better to just tell the truth? That he didn't invite any special friend to the show, but a group of almost 30 people. Just to sell as much tickets as possible and make Yamato happy? How silly of you, Takeru Takaishi.

- And what about you? Are you planning on reschedule your date? - Time, he needed time to think about a good explanation for all of that.

Hikari laughed slightly. He looked confused and, for some reason she was trying to unveil, concerned.

- It was not a date, Takeru. It was just a birthday. Of a friend. And it was not even a party, was just a small meeting.

- Oh. Really?

- Yes, the only person who referred “dates” here was you! I bet you were excited to meet this girl. Do I know her?

- Ah… about that…I don’t…

- Ah?

- It was… never a date, to begin with.

Hikari coughed.

What in the world was wrong with him?

- How was it never a date to begin with?

- I lied. I am sorry.

- What? Why?

They stopped. Face to face. Takeru had his mouth slightly open, but his throat was caught. How does he undo this knot now? Hikari was visibly confused, but internally relieved. And was finding it all too ironic. Because not only did she go to her friend’s birthday upset with herself for failing her brother, but also because she was indeed, jealous of that date. A date that never existed to begin with.

-Because... I wanted to see how you would react... to the possibility of me going on a date with someone else.

- Takeru… I… don’t know what to say…

- I know, and I am sorry. That was stupid, that was very, very stupid of me.

Hikari looked into his puppy sorrowful eyes and decided that it was impossible to be mad at him.

- You could have invited me. And I would go.

- To the concert? But I told you that if…

- No, not to the concert. To a date.

- A date?

- If we continue walking at this pace, we will be late for class. - She bypassed him and tried to go on her way alone.

- Hikari, wait. - He reached for her arm, and she was forced to look again into his eyes. When did he get so tall? Her cheeks turned slightly red when she felt his warm touch on her arm. Maybe she should have kept silent about all of that. – Is that for real?

- Yes… I mean, if – She trembled in her words. Hikari, please stop talking, she begged herself.

- I literally made this whole thing up simply to try to understand if you would be upset with me dating other people. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do, I should have been honest. But… I didn’t know how.

- Don’t worry about it. Everything is clear now.

- And that means…that if I invite you for a date, after today’s reunion, you will accept?

- Well, maybe.

- Maybe?

He saw her satisfaction smile. No formal confirmation was needed. Everything was indeed clear now. He felt her pulling his arm. They had classes. And time was running out for them to get there. In fact, they adored each other, and those little flirtatious games were part of their way of existing together.

[kenjakusbraincum]

Bout that painter s/o that one anon mentioned, imagine reader gained immortality since they're Sukuna's and got separated when he split his fingers and never seen each other since then.

Back to modern time where Yuji became his vessel, Gojo thought of taking the kids to an art museum. Idk just for fun he said and the trio had a good time, seeing naked sculptures,

(i bet they did that one meme where four ppl copied a sculpture that dramatically fainted and the other catches them)

And other pieces of beautiful art till Yuji wandered a bit to far and reached a quite corner of the place, only a few ppl were there. Gojo and the others were nowhere so Yuji just looked around for a bit when he saw a big painting, portrait even on the exhibit. Except, its a portrait of Sukuna's true form that got him froze. Four arms, two face and a mouth belly. He doesn't even know how to react, either scared or in awe bcuz the portrait was beautifully breath taking.

Sukuna, who was watching the entire time since he valuable arts and cultures, also left almost speechless bcuz he knew, HE KNEW, who painted this. H-how? Why is there a portrait of him in the art museum? And by looking at the date it was painted was many years ago, the painting basically ANCIENT. That explains the glass around it.

Since all painting have a tittle, he looked over to it and it wrote, "My Master, My Muse" Signed by-

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Yuji jumped from his spot and saw a stranger looking fondly at the portrait before them. He thought of responding but they just smiled at him and he got that sense of deja vu washing over him. The stranger just looked at him but at the same time, he feels they're not. Like, they are looking at someone else.

Meanwhile Sukuna was just stunned as he felt the stranger looking straight into his soul. Those same eyes as they focus on painting him in Heian era. Before he could blink, the stranger just walk away and as they did, Yuji studied their appearance for a bit. Modern clothes but a lot of paint stained, especially the red color that was turning brownish like. He blinked and they were gone.

Dying as i wrote this, coughing and all(vows fr coming for me) i had time for this but not for my drafts😭

Please this is SO CUTE!!! 🥺 His pet/lover/s/o eternalizing HIM through a painting despite the fact that for some he would be remembered forever anyways...

Yuji as a poor bystander who is completely confused and doesn't understand anything in this situation, and Sukuna who is just getting a thousand year old wound reopened as he remembers the good old times when someone loved him so much they made a beautiful painting of him 😭

Anon thank you for sharing these scenarios and thoughts with me!! Pls let me know if you're doing any better now 🥺 (if you don't i'll be scared vows got you a little too realistically if you know what i mean..)