#why was this drawing so quick erm

[heartgumz]

the mysterious pink hair in the bar

this is actually my business au!!! they just went clubbing but it kinda went crazy hehehe

i was inspired by this song!

[ellecdc]

hii!! i saw that ur requests were open and i was like omgomgomg. i was wondering if you could do poly!jegulus x reader (in ravenclaw/hufflepuff) and its like the cliche tie switch type of thing where they all end up with eachothers tie colours (like james gets a green tie, reg gets a blue tie, and reader gets a red tie). and omg pls feel free to ignore this ik its an odd one. anywhosies i love your fics !! you truly have such a talent for writing :)

soooo cute hehehe, thanks for your request! hope I did the trope justice <3

poly!jegulus x fem!reader who all swap ties [819 words]

CW: somewhat secret relationship (at least James' involvement), accidental outing of that relationship, reader is portrayed as shy and Ravenclaw

You were shy. 

Certainly far shier than Sirius, shier than Remus, and perhaps even shier than Regulus. 

And it was because you were so shy that Sirius almost felt bad for saying something. 

Almost. 

“Oi, Rem,” Sirius started whilst keeping his salacious smirk pointed at you, completely unawares of the piss being taken at your expense, “I think you might need to take 10 points from Ravenclaw for being out of uniform.”

Remus looked up from the article he’d been reading as the piece of toast that had been on its way to his mouth paused midair, and you furrowed your brows as you looked up at Sirius from under your lashes. 

“Me?” You nearly squeaked when you realised Sirius’ predatory gaze was pointed at you, though Remus had the grace to smile at you apologetically. 

“Your tie, love.” Remus explained gently, but that didn’t seem to clear things up for you.

“But…I have my tie on?” You argued in the form of the question, hand migrating unconsciously to the well-tied knot at your neck when James’ voice permeated the atmosphere.

“Angel!” He called out breathlessly as he made it over to the Gryffindor table. “I, erm, I think there might have been a mix up.” 

Sirius watched you turn your head - which only served to draw further attention to the fact that you were not wearing your own house colours - to see James loosening the blue and copper tie from around his own neck. 

Sirius couldn’t even enjoy the widening of your eyes or the slacking of your jaw when he realised something.

“Wha- wait, no, wait, hang on.” Sirius sputtered as Remus nearly choked on his tea. “Why do you have her tie?”

Your hand quickly began to loosen the tie situated around your neck, though your movements slowed when you realised-

“For Salazar’s sake, Potter.” They heard Regulus hiss as he stalked over from the Slytherin table; Barty, Evan, and Dorcas cackling, seemingly at his expense (to the point that Barty actually slipped off the bench in a fit of laughter), as he ripped the red and gold tie from around his neck.

“What the fuck!?” Sirius shrieked as you finally pulled the green and silver tie off of your person and timidly held it out to your boyfriend. 

“Can’t believe you were so quick to blame it on me, Reggie.” James teased; easily replacing his own house tie to his neck and casually fixing the collar of his shirt whilst Regulus turned a completely new shade of pink and you looked like you were hoping for the floor of the Great Hall to simply swallow you up. “It takes two to tango.”

“Or three.” Remus chuckled under his breath, wincing when his boyfriends ire turned towards him. 

“Did you know!?” Sirius asked his maybe possibly soon to be ex boyfriend (or certainly his boyfriend who would be getting no cuddles or chocolates from Honeydukes for the next foreseeable future). 

“I…had a hunch?” Remus tried.

“The three of you!?” Sirius barked at the three of you then, though you and Regulus seemed to understand the question was for James. 

“Yeah!” James responded easily. “We’re pretty cute together, huh?”

Your shoulders migrated impossibly higher at the attention as you tried to cave in on yourself, and Regulus simply rolled his eyes at what he clearly felt was a Gryffindor brand of nonsense. 

Sirius had no response to that, though it didn’t appear James was waiting for one. James - the sod - simply pressed a kiss to the side of your head before doing much the same for Regulus and continuing back out of the Great Hall for his meeting with McGonagall as the Headboy. 

Regulus let out a frustrated huff and narrowed his eyes at his brother as if just daring him to say anything, though Sirius watched his face soften significantly when he turned his attention to you. 

“D’accord, amour?” He murmured quietly. (translation: alright?)

“Ouais.” You offered quickly. “But, erm, can you go away now?” 

Sirius sort of expected Regulus to huff in offence or chide you for being quite rude, but Regulus seemed to understand that you simply did not like the attention right now and actually smiled at you. 

What the fuck was happening right now!? 

“Tu vas bien, mon amour.” (translation: you're okay, my love) Regulus whispered into the side of your head where he pressed his lips before he departed, but the expression on your face made it look as though you very much disagreed with that. 

“Oh my gods?!” Sirius let out then when it was just Remus, you, and himself. 

“What’s that saying?” Remus asked as he looked back at his newspaper with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Curiosity killed the kneazle?”

“I wasn’t curious, Moons. I was trying to take the piss.” Sirius pouted.

Remus simply hummed at his petulant boyfriend as he winked at you over the Daily Prophet. “Call it karma, then.”

[ronwestbreeze]

NONBELIEVER | viktor

summary: you would think two zaunites would come together and change the world. but perhaps fate had other plans for the two...

word count: 5.7k

warning: no use of y/n, angst and ambiguous endings???

author's note: so act 3 really messed me up lol but enjoy some angsty viktor because why not? the gif is from this set!!

ACT I: MOB

Like Viktor, you lived and breathed the Undercity just not in the same way.

Your face used to be what artists would paint, even for a revolutionary.

But now it was stained with blood of your own. Beaten out of you mercilessly until cool shackles were clamped onto your hands and steel bars shielded you from the world. You have been in prison for some time now. Months, maybe a year? These days you’ve lost count. The only way you could tell how much time had passed was the growth of your hair. That was the price of being a revolutionary. That was the price of taking risks no one else would. Now you tasted blood and smelled old pipes. That was life in Stillwater Hold.

How you got here was the same story as any other inmate. You had planned to destroy a part of Piltover to make a point. To show that the people of the Undercity would not rest or become the ants under their boots. Most of your comrades had escaped from Enforcers, others were killed in the explosion, and then there was you. It was a sacrifice so that your comrades could have time to escape. And you’ve long accepted your fate.

That is until a certain professor decided to mess with fate.

After being forced out of your cell to meet this Professor Heimer—something, you weren’t really sure about. All you knew was that these Enforcers really liked to manhandle you especially roughly and took pleasure in seeing the black eye and blood on your teeth. That you were used to.

“Oh dear, could we please get her a towel at least?” The professor chided with a shake of his head. “Goodness, at least have her be presentable!”

Eventually, you got the rag, albeit it was thrown at you. After spitting on one of the Enforcer’s shoes, you wiped the blood and dirt from your face as the professor began speaking.

“Well, you certainly live up to your name. The Rebel Moon, is it? You may or may not have heard of me, but I am Professor Cecil. B. Heimerdinger and I are here as a Piltover Academy representative!”

A beat of silence went by. You realized then he was waiting for a response. You rolled your shoulder back and rubbed your aching jaw. “What are you meeting with me for?”

Professor Heimerdinger cleared his throat awkwardly, “Well….it seems you’ve left yourself a bit of a…reputation. I specifically admire your work on the bridge a year ago—marvelous work!” Sarcasm. You didn’t quite appreciate the condescension either. Seeing the unimpressed expression on your face, he quickly continued, “What I mean to get at is that we found some of your…erm, blueprints and I was surprised to see that most of them had been handwritten yourself, is that right?”

One of the Enforcers placed down a file filled with your old blueprints. They were mostly a copy of the Piltover Bridge, others were for weapons that your previous comrades built off of your drawings. Then there were the private drawings. The ones filled with naïve dreams of rebuilding the Undercity, changing it to a place where it was safe for everyone.

You snatched the files and hid those drawings in the file earning a quick yank from one of the Enforcers holding your chain. But after a subtle look from the professor, the chain loosened, and you frowned, anger boiling in your blood. “Where did you get this?”

Heimerdinger raised his hands, “I come in good faith, child, that I can promise.”

“I don’t particularly care about your promises—”

“Oh yes, very true,” The professor tapped the table thoughtfully. “But I do think you will like the proposition I have for you.”

Apparently, you had the potential talent of being an architect. One of the best in your generation it seemed—which somehow, he got from just looking at your old blueprints. And now he was convinced that you should join his Academy and that this was the perfect opportunity for you to change your life. To start over. To—

“Become one of you people?” You frowned and pushed the file away from you. “I’ll take my chances in here.”

 Heimerdinger, of course, was quite the persistent man.  “Imagine what you could do with your talents, Miss Moon. You’re still so young, you don’t have to waste your life behind bars. You can start anew!”

“I’m not wasting away in here.” You say simply, your shoulders are heavy and your face still sore. Carefully and slowly, you leaned back in the chair you were sitting in,  trying not to put too much stress on your recently dislocated arm. “That’s the thing with you Upsiders. You all don’t know anything about what it is to fight. And what it is to sacrifice just so your people can see the light of day. I don’t need your handouts. I’m doing just fine here. It’s where I belong.”

At that, he frowned. “I’m afraid I disagree with you, Miss Moon.” He pushed the file back toward you. “You have the chance to create something beautiful for your city, for your people. You have the chance to help them live. You have the chance to be something greater.”

Greater. You weren’t great. It was either great or nothing.

Somehow, Heimerdinger managed to strike a deal and get you out of Stillwater despite your rejection. For some reason, he was so determined to make you into something that you weren’t. And you were determined to fail. You were determined to prove him wrong. Even if he tried to impress you with the new uniform, the scenery, and the architect of Piltover—just to inspire you—you would not break.

If anything, seeing all this luxury only made you angrier. Even if they preached about you now being free with new chances, there were still shackles clamped on your wrists, imprinting themselves like a tattoo. To remind you that even if you’ve gotten this chance, there is always a chance for you to go back. And they wouldn’t hesitate to send you back once you mess up. Which was what you were counting on.

But it seemed that Heimerdinger was a lot more astute than you expected. The professor had you in his study during the day to work and look over some blueprints for new housing at the Academy. It left you with very little time to plan something reckless that would have you sent back to prison. Which, you guessed, was what Heimerdinger wanted. So, you entertained him and worked on the stupid blueprints, redesigning everything as fast as you could so you could get done faster and have more time on your hands.

Of course, that plan went quickly out the window when there came more demands for blueprints. Leaving you swapped and buried deep in work you didn’t even want. And yet, admittingly, it was a nice distraction. There was a small part of you—the child you—that enjoyed some of this. You would never admit that to Heimerdinger and yet you couldn’t put the pencil down. Eventually, you began receiving so many different requests for different projects that Heimerdinger got you a lab over your own, so all your stuff didn’t get overcrowded in his study.

Requests were filled with more designs or redesign for specific buildings they were hoping to update to catch up to the times—and then there were a few that had you designing weapons. The more you worked, the more of a reputation you began to build in the Academy. The new Undercity kid. Rebel Moon. Hephaestus. It was all ridiculous.

That’s when another fellow Undercity student finally found you.

“I fear those papers would catch on fire the more you glare at it.”

It was an accented voice that stirred you out of your spinning thoughts. You definitely had been glaring at the blueprints of a recent request for an apartment just a few walks from campus. You briefly glanced over your shoulder toward the man—he seemed a little bit older than you, walked with a cane, intrigued amber eyes, and a small, amused smile tugging at his lips.

“If you’re here for a request then just leave it over there with the rest.” You murmured before turning your attention back to the blueprints after pointing toward a desk in the corner stacked with many more requests.

There was a short breath before he spoke, “Ah, no, I actually already sent a request just a few weeks ago…I’m impressed by your work, the professor has a knack for spotting talent.”

You didn’t respond as you kept staring at the blueprints, twirling the pen in your hand, feeling the weight of the shackle around your wrist.

You heard him clear his throat, “So, you are from the Undercity?”

“What’s it to you?” You grunt before outlining.

“Well, truthfully, I didn’t expect the Academy to accept another one.”

At that, you swirl around in your seat and sized the man up carefully. He was pale, slightly hunched to hide his true height, neatly combed dark hair, and he had very fine cheekbones. “Another one? What, too many Zaunites in your perfect little school?”

“I would’ve thought they had enough once I joined.” He gave a knowing smile that made you pause and narrow your eyes.

“…You’re…from the Undercity?”

He moved toward you; the click of his cane echoed in the quiet room and offered his hand to you. “I’m Viktor. I’ve heard a lot of great things about you, Miss Moon.”

You stared at his hand for a moment, tilting your head, “Great things? That doesn’t sound right.”

Viktor chuckled, still holding his hand out. “Eh, some people might have a few opinions about you. Unfortunately, it made me all the keener to meet you in person.”

“Am I what you expected then?” You asked as you eventually shook his hand, your shackles clinking a bit.

With a small smile, he squeezed your hand, “No. Not at all.”

Your brow twitched as you studied him. He was delicate-looking. But his hand was a bit larger yet slender. They were calloused, just like yours yet warm compared to your coldness. It was then you realized that your hand was still in his and you pulled it away and turned back to your work.

“My name’s not ‘Miss Moon’ by the way.” You grunt as you refocus.

There was another soft chuckle and a click of his cane before he was gone. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder and stare at the doorway, a little bit too intrigued.

After that, you didn’t stop seeing Viktor. At least twice every week you’d get a request for him to polish some designs for his work. Sometimes he’d send his assistant, Sky, and sometimes he’d come in person himself.  At first, you weren’t entirely sure about him. But the fact that he was from the Undercity along with his assistant was slightly comforting. At least you weren’t alone here. Still, it was odd. Foreign.

“Have you ever gone out to see the finished product of your work?” Viktor asked you one day, deciding to linger even after delivering yet another request for something to do with a Hexcore.

“No.”

“Why?”

You frown and glance toward him. He was looking over some of your finished blueprints with a strange look accompanied by a smile. “I’m just not interested.”

Viktor blinked and met your eyes with a small frown. You didn’t say much more—truthfully there wasn’t much more to be said about it.

“Well, it’s one of the most beautiful designs I’ve ever seen. If that’s any consolation.”

You felt something in your chest at his words. Perhaps some of you did want to see the finished products of your design. And yet you were always rooted in this lab. In the dark under one lamp, barely seen by other students. Hephaestus.

Viktor tapped your workbench thoughtfully and hummed, “I’ll leave you to it, Miss Moon.”

You rolled your eyes, “That’s not my name.”

He laughed and left your lab.

On another day he came into your lab in quite a hurry. He left his requests as usual before rushing out. Only he left a ring behind. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you glanced at the ring on the floor and toward your workbench before sighing. After grabbing the ring, you pushed up from your stool and left your lab. This was the first time you’ve walked around campus or went anywhere besides your lab or Heimerdinger’s study.

You asked around for Viktor’s lab until you stopped on a bridge, spotting something quite familiar.

It was the newly remodeled dorms. They glistened like gold in the sun. Build just like how you imagined them in your head. Just like how you outlined it on paper. Only in your dreams could you imagine what they would look like. But seeing it….It was real. And it was beautiful. And it came from your mind.

“Ah, Miss Moon, odd seeing you here!” Viktor approached you quite smugly from across the bridge. He glanced toward the dorms and gave a grin, “They just got done with it last week. What do you think, hmm?”

You narrow your eyes, “You scheming little eel.”

Viktor blinked almost too innocently, “I haven’t a clue what you mean—ah, I was looking for that.”

He gestured toward the ring in your hand. You gave it back to him while your eyes couldn’t help but draw back to the dorms. There was a tightness in your chest and a small ache behind your eyes.

“Glorious, isn’t it?” Viktor asked, his voice gentle as always.

You snapped out of your reserved awe and cleared your throat. “They did okay, I guess.”

With that, you darted back to your lab, the dorms imprinting themselves in your mind.

It became a routine at some point. Viktor began visiting your lab a little more often. At first, you didn’t notice this. But some days he’d come back to your lab a second time that day just to linger and see what else you were working on. At first, you thought you found it annoying. But as the days carried on and turned into weeks, you began to begrudgingly look forward to his visits.

“At least make yourself useful. Look over my work and see if there’s anything I missed.” You tried grunting when he leaned a little closer than usual to look at the blueprint you were working on.

“Hmm, I can try.” Viktor hummed as he flicked his eyes over the finished prints. “But they’re all probably perfect as usual.”

“Don’t you have some work to get to?”

“Not particularly, no.”

For some reason, he started leaving shit in your lab. Which would lead to you having to go and find him and return his stuff. Stuff like a screwdriver or some paperwork. Today it was a journal as you trudged through the campus and finally found his lab.

“Vik, I understand you’re a busy man, but you can’t keep leaving your shit in my area.” You huffed, throwing his journal onto his workbench, breaking him from his focus.

“Oh, Miss Moon,” He looked genuinely surprised to see you. “I wasn’t expecting you…”

“Yeah, right, so you didn’t leave this in my lab on purpose? You just happen to leave it there for me to find and bring to you?” You hummed, tilting your head as you got a good look at what he’s been working on—something a lot longer than what you’ve been doing. The Hexcore was what he called it. You didn’t understand it yourself—or cared much to learn about it. But you did notice some of your designs were used for his work.

“Mmm, you make me sound like a calculating stalker.” Viktor hummed as he got to his feet, joining your side. So, close his arm brushed against yours.

“Are you?” You quipped dryly while studying the Hexcore.

His slender fingers gently brush along your elbow. “I wouldn’t call myself a stalker, no. Are you interested?”

You glanced at him and realized he was talking about the Hexcore. “No. Just give me the why.”

Viktor hummed once more and leaned against the table, his fingers still brushing gently along your elbow. “For our home.” At that, you felt a tightness within your chest, your features falling slightly. Viktor, who had become very astute with your expression, gently grabbed your arm and squeezed it. “What’s with that face?”

You remember your life before the Academy. You remember your determination to prove Heimerdinger wrong. “Sometimes…I feel as if I’ve gotten too comfortable…too used to all of this….”

In the end, it was always your people above everything else. A revolutionary never dies, that was the simple truth.

“I think I’ve gotten too comfortable too.” Viktor frowned softly, tilting his head a bit to get a better look at your eyes when you averted your gaze. “And it’s all your fault, Miss Moon.”

You rolled your eyes only for him to lean forward and capture your lips with his. A lick of fire had been rekindled within you, breathing life into your soul, into your body. When he brought his hand to the back of your neck, when he practically cradled your face and brought you closer so he could deepen the kiss, when he touched you so gently as he always did, it was as if for a moment that heavy weight on your shoulders had been lifted. Leaving you weightless for even just a moment. That bit of relief was a breath of fresh oxygen in your lungs.

The heat from his lips moved from your mouth and down to your jaw and to the crook of your neck. Your back was pressed against the workbench as he practically clung and draped himself over you. And you let him. Even when he desperately wanted to feel you and kiss you all over, he was gentle. He always was.

The days didn’t change much except for whenever he was free, he’d head straight for your lab. Whether on a break or in a hurry, he’d always stop by and pepper your face with quiet kisses and touches before leaving for his lab. It was routine. You were getting comfortable. Comfortable in his warmth. In his gentle hold.

“Just stay,” Viktor murmured against your jaw as you examined some of his work with the Hexcore. “Your presence is better than that tea Jayce always makes.”

“I can’t, Heimerdinger wants to meet with me soon, and I got a bunch more new requests on my desk.” You hummed while looking through Viktor’s partner, Jayce’s, notes. “I think that Jayce guy requested some designs for a hammer of some kind—that’s been taking up most of my time as of lately so I can’t necessarily—”

“I know, I know,” Viktor rested his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment as he slumped against you.

His health had gotten worse, which was something you and everyone else noticed. It did worry you how much he was working lately without much sleep, but you quickly learned how much of a stubborn man he was—especially when it came to his work.

“What do you think Heimerdinger wants to meet with you about?” He voiced your constant question out loud.

“Don’t know.” You murmured, trying not to think too much about it—or his health right now. “Won’t know until I get there. Probably wants to send me back to Stillwater.”

At that, he pinched your waist, “Don’t joke like that.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“Losing you is not funny to me.”

You placed Jayce’s scribbles down and wrapped your arms carefully around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder with a soft hum. He instantly relaxed in into your hold, but of course, you could tell his mind was still half Hexcore and half you at the moment. “Be sure to get some rest, okay?”

As usual, he gave a half-assed noise of slight agreement.

ACT II: REBEL MOON

It wasn’t long before Jayce Talis became the Man of Progress and Viktor became buried in his work. And then you were promoted. The lead architect of a very important project for Piltover. No longer the Rebel Moon but Hephaestus, Piltover’s future.

But.

But.

Everyone saw you as the kid saved from the Undercity and made a new. Everyone saw you as the future of their city. You were part of the progress of tomorrow. And you kept chasing Viktor, trying to keep up with his mind but he—he had become so work driven—so ambitious on the Hexcore dream that he had forgotten everything else.

You were angry. Angry at Piltover. Angry at what you’ve become. Angry at Viktor. This wasn’t the life you had chosen. All of this was envisioned for you. This wasn’t for you. You had nearly gotten so swept up in all the glamour and success that you had nearly forgotten—

No. You would never forget your people.

So, when your lab went up in smoke when you destroyed the project that you had been assigned to as lead architect, when the Enforcers tackled you to the ground and arrested you on the spot, when one of them grinned as if they’d been waiting—waiting for you to finally mess up, you knew right then that you would never be what Heimerdinger, what Viktor, or what anyone saw for you. You were a Zaunite after all. And a revolutionary. A rebel. Always.

It wasn’t long before you were placed back in Stillwater Hold. In the same cell. With the same shackles. You didn’t even get to tell Viktor goodbye. Would he have even realized it? Or perhaps, it was better off to leave him to his Hexcore dream. Perhaps, that was best. Yes.

But your mind was no longer settled with just staying in a cell and living out your sentence. One thing Piltover did give back to you was your fighting spirit. Rekindled your fire. And breathed life into your dead soul. And so, you weren’t quiet in the cell. You made noise. Cried out for war until the rest of the prisoners joined you. It wasn’t long before a riot broke out. The prisoners overpowered the guards, and you led them to escape.

The streets of Zaun were screaming for the Rebel Moon once more. Even now more so than ever when rumors began flying around about a rocket hitting Piltover, resulting in a few councilmembers’ deaths. Your thoughts wandered to Viktor, you wondered if he was okay, if he hadn’t killed himself working so hard. But your focus went back to your people. To the escaped prisoners as you all went into hiding underground. They followed you. Their chosen leader. You had no wish to be a leader, but you did want to be free and help your people.

ACT III: NONBELIEVER

Hiding in the Underground for months began to wear everyone down, even you—their supposed fearless leader. The sickness in the Undercity knew no bounds. Many of your people were getting sicker and dying as the days passed. You did your very best trying to supply and care for them—but you could only do so much.

That’s when you started hearing strange rumors about some healer in the Undercity. A herald or whatever that meant. At first, you didn’t think much of these rumors while being so focused on caring for your people.

Soon, sightings of strange people began appearing. Shouting about the Herald and how he could save their people. You were…wary of this. It almost seemed too good to be true. And you hadn’t seen these strange people yourself, so you thought it was all fake, stories made up to give the people false hope.

You came back from the small local market with more food than you could scrape up. Somehow, you’d have to figure out how to make it last throughout the month. But there were so many people. So many people are coming for refuge, and so many people in need of help.

“Are you the Rebel Moon?”

At the voice, you stop and glance over your shoulder, only to find no one there. Had you imagined it? Were you too wary after months of people coming to you and seeking refuge? The name Rebel Moon became a beacon of hope as much as it was for the name Jinx or that Herald.

Deciding it was just exhaustion messing with your head, you turn to continue forward, only to gasp and stop when you nearly ran into someone standing directly in front of you.

And they had appeared out of nowhere. It was a man that you didn’t know. His face void of any emotion except for a simple smile on his face, strange crystal-like fixtures embedded into his skin, while wearing white fabric far too clean to have come from the Undercity.

“You are Miss Moon, yes?” The man asked.

You stiffened. No one had called you that in a while. No one except… “Whose asking?”

The smile remained on the man’s face, “The Herald has been searching for you, Miss Moon. And he would like to speak with you.”

You gripped the basket of fruit and near stale bread in your hand and gritted your teeth, “I’m not interested, thanks.”

Just as you nudged past the man to continue down the crowded street, he spoke again. Only this time it wasn’t his voice coming from his mouth.

“You’re a hard woman to track, Miss Moon.”

It was like the air had been stolen from you as you whirled around to stare wide-eyed at the man with Viktor’s voice. The basket fell from your grasp, but the man was quick to catch it—somehow so fast—as he handed it back to you. “V-Vik?”

He nodded and slowly blinked, “I feared I wouldn’t see you again. You disappeared so suddenly, almost as if you weren’t there to begin with.” The man’s hand came up to gently brush his fingers along your jaw sending a sharp shiver down your spine. “Almost as if you never existed.”

You flinched almost and stepped back. Thoughts swirled within your mind as you tried to reel from the man speaking in Viktor’s voice. “What…what is this? How are you doing this?”

“I don’t want you to be frightened of me.” He instead said, taking another step forward but didn’t reach out to touch you again. “I only want to help you. I can save those people from that sickness.” You opened your mouth, ready to ask how he knew but stopped yourself which allowed him to continue, his voice gentle. “Only if you let me.”

“You’re the Herald.” It was mostly confirmation for yourself as you let the words slip out.

The man smiled softly, “I wish to see you again, Miss Moon. There is so much I wish to show you. But I will come to you first.”

Before you could ask what, he meant by that, the man’s voice returned, and Viktor’s voice was gone. “The Herald will come tomorrow, Miss Moon.”

And with that, watched this vessel of a man walk away. Leaving you feeling as if you were in some type of nightmare. No, alternate reality. It must’ve been some hallucination. Yes. That had to be it.

Only when the next day came, one of the children at your camp came running to you about the Herald being here, did you know right then and there that this was not a hallucination.

You watched as he entered your camp with those lifeless people that followed him.  Viktor had changed. Covered in indigo metallic skin, his hair slightly longer, his posture straighter yet still relying on a cane—or staff in this case.

Viktor’s eyes found yours almost instantly as if they were magnetically drawn to you. It looked like him.

“Miss Moon.” He hummed as he drew closer, staring at you with the same gentleness despite the distance in his expression.

It sounded like him.

You led him to the tent he would be staying in, watching the lifeless people tend to your people with baskets of fresh fruit and food. Viktor called your name in his accented voice, drawing your attention back to him, finding him already staring at you with an intense expression.

Even in this form, Viktor’s body couldn’t help but be pulled toward you. He let the staff rest while his hands slowly came up to trace and feel this human skin. Distantly he was all too aware of it. How he still reacted to you. With the remnants of Sky lingering in his mind, his thoughts had always wandered back to you. The image of your divine being. If he could still dream, it would’ve only been you he would’ve seen.

There was a strong pull that led him to you. Perhaps sensations of desperation. Even as he leaned his forehead against yours, feeling the little warmth coming from your body against his metallic yet pallid skin—he still wished to mold himself to you. To never stop touching you. To never let you slip from his fingers again

And then there was that look on your face. The furrow in your brow running heavy with exhaustion—you hadn’t slept. At that realization, his hand gently squeezed the side of your neck absently.

“You’re so quiet.” Viktor hummed finally, quietly for only you and him to hear in the stillness of the tent. His thumb traced your cheekbone. “You’re always keeping your thoughts from me.”

You tilted your head, trying to stir yourself out from the haze of his touch. “Are those…those people….are they the ones you ‘saved’?”

“Yet, so honest.” There was a hint of a smile on his face as he selfishly pulled your hand against his chest, keeping it there, selfishly. “Yes. They’re healed. No more…senseless pain. I can offer your people this peace. And you can come to stay at our new home. I think…you’d like it. You need peace.” He rubbed his thumb under your eye, making your shoulders grow heavier. “And rest.”

You couldn’t come up with a response. His lips linger on your mouth, and your jaw, and your neck. His fingers thread through your hair which had grown longer since the last time he had seen you. Gentle traces, cool breath fanning along your skin, his arms wrapping around your weathered and scarred form. Even your fingers traced his new skin. Refamiliarizing yourself with him.

But.

But.

It wasn’t him.

Even when his lips pressed gently yet hastily against yours, his body clinging to your human flesh, it still felt like a stranger. Familiar yet unfamiliar.

Confliction warred at your mind as you watched him move through the camp, your people looking at him as if he were a savior. As if the gods had sent him when it was only magic and remnants of the Hexcore embedded into his body. Your eyes couldn’t stop falling onto the lifeless people he ‘saved’. The ones that followed him without much thought. Would your people look like this? Void of themselves? No breath. No heartbeat?

But then you wanted Viktor. You wanted to go to this peaceful land he had created for himself and these people. You wanted to be with him. To be wrapped in his gentle embrace once more. To hear his voice whisper gently into your ear, easing the exhaustion from your muscles.

But.

But.

But.

Viktor reached out toward a boy. Sparks danced along his fingertips. The boy stared in awe. It was instant, your reaction.

Your hand grasped his wrist, stopping him. Viktor’s gaze met yours in an instant. You didn’t know what your face looked like, but it made Viktor falter.

Viktor saw your face and absolute dread filled him. A sense of it at least. It made his body go slack in your grasp—surrendering to you instantly. The glassiness of your gaze and that expression. He had never seen such a thing on your face. Fear. Desperation. Hurt. Sorrow. Grief.

He’d lost you. No. No. He’d…He’d get you back. He couldn’t let you go again…he couldn’t let…

What was this strange feeling in his chest?

You pulled him away from the boy and Viktor allowed himself to follow you. Gazes unwavering. But you forced the words out of your mouth. “This isn’t what I want for these people. This…this isn’t saving them…”

He couldn’t let you slip from his fingers.

You couldn’t let him take your people’s humanity.

He needed to keep you. To keep his humanity.

“Revolutions never rest.” Was your whisper as you released his wrist.

He called your name, but you forced yourself to turn your back on him.

“Show him out.” You murmur to one of the stronger men in your camp. You couldn’t turn back. You couldn’t look him in his eyes. If you did….

Then this conflict would disappear in an instant.

Viktor and his followers left without much problem. Maybe that hurts too.

The yearning for Viktor never left you and yet it wasn’t your job to bring him back. This Hexcore…all of it was beyond you. Maybe all of it wasn’t meant to be for you. Maybe…Maybe he wasn’t meant to be yours….

Days later you had heard the Herald had changed.

Days later the Herald was gone from this world.

Days later your exhaustion and grief wore on your shoulders.

Days later you’re trudging through the Undercity, more baskets filled with fruit in your arms.

Days later, you find a blue shard on the ground, somewhere near where Viktor’s utopia had been.

You picked it up from the ground, a remnant of what remained of Viktor and his work. You saw the manmade tents that were now abandoned, the builds similar to your past designs of what you wanted for the Undercity.

Silent tears fell from your cheeks as you gripped the shard. And you clutched the shard so tight in your hand that you could’ve sworn you felt a soft hum from it. Or maybe you were imagining things. Maybe you were too exhausted. Maybe you really did need rest.

And then.

You heard that accented voice.

“Miss Moon.”

Your breath hitched as the shard suddenly began to glow.

And Viktor’s voice came from it.

“May I show you something?”

And then. There was a bright blue flash.

@sadderall-xr @renn-pumkin-head @aise-30 @callingstars

[luvrrszn]

know no bounds

STANFORD!ART DONALDSON x STANDFORD! FEM READER x STANDFORD!PATRICK ZWEIG (18+)

summary your two best friends have zero boundaries—especially when it comes to you

warnings slight nsfw (smut), erm probably a shit ton of challengers inaccuracies, art and patrick r not in love !!!!!!!!!!@#!@#!@

a/n art and patrick are not in love !! there's nothing wrong with two hot people kissing and doing the hankypanky every now and then...right... also there is like little to no mention of tashi for my sanity while writing this also i'm trying out writing with proper capitalisation let's see how it goes lolsies ALSO plzzzz send requests loveya

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You spend most of your free time with your best friends.

Hanging out in their dorm, or doing your homework in the stands while they had tennis practice.

Wherever they were, you were never far. (more like wherever YOU were, they weren't far......)

There are traces of you everywhere and traces of them everywhere. In your dorm room, your corkboard frame has several pictures of the three of you, and half of your clothes drawers are comprised of Art and Patrick's t-shirts. For some reason, you even have some of Art's textbooks at your table. In their dorm room, your hair ties are everywhere. On the bathroom sink counter, on Art's nightstand, even on Patrick's wrist.

Because the three of you were so close, your bond knew no bounds. or no boundaries.

—

It wasn't unusual for you to hang out in Art and Patrick's dorm room even when they weren't there.

So, it was only natural that when the AC in your dorm room was busted, and the heat was unbearable, you used the spare key they had given you to let yourself into their room. You were sprawled on Art's bed, books open as you finished up your assignment due that week.

At some point, you got stuck on your work. You groaned in frustration, deciding to take a shower and hope that you'd be able to continue once you were done.

And that's exactly what you did. You rifled around Art's drawers of clothes, looking for the comfiest-looking shirt. You beelined towards the bathroom once you finally decided what shirt to wear. You strip, leaving your clothes in a messy, yet neat, pile on the floor.

Humming, you draw the shower curtain shut, and as soon as the hot water hits your back, your entire body relaxes. You reach for your shampoo on your shelf (yes!! you have a shelf!!), but clumsily drop the bottle on the floor with a loud smack. That's why you don't hear the jingle of keys as Art (or Patrick,...but probably Art) opens the door, or the two consecutive thuds as both Patrick and Art drop their tennis duffels on the floor.

So just imagine your surprise when the shower curtain gets pulled open and Patrick steps in behind you. You squeak and your hands immediately move to cover yourself as you exclaim "What the fuck!"

Patrick is smirking as he replies, "Aw c'mon, I need to shower. Plus, it's nothing I haven't seen before." (another story for another time)

You start to move aside so Patrick can get under the water, but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the curve of your neck. You're used to something like this coming from Art, but Patrick?

"Hey, you okay? Bad day?" You ask, voice soft.

"Real bad," He whispered back, pressing soft kisses against your neck.

"Well, maybe I can help." You whisper as you turn to face him, and slowly drop to your knees.

With zero hesitation, Patrick's fingers tangle in your hair, his thumb pressed against the side of your cheek. He's already hard, beads of precum dripping out of his tip. No matter how many times you've seen little Patrick Jr., which is in fact anything but little, you always have to take a moment to even adjust to the sight of it.

Outside the bathroom, Art groans in annoyance, mumbling something under his breath about "noisy friends" and "not sharing the joy".

Oops.

—

"the fucking ac in my room is busted again !!! i'm coming over :')"

You sent Art a quick text before making your way over to their room. You curse under your breath, why on earth was your room always in shambles?

You made a mental note to feedback to maintenance as you let yourself into the boys' room. Art and Patrick are sitting on Art's bed, backs against the wall as they watch a movie on Patrick's laptop. Patrick's in nothing but his boxers, and Art is shirtless in shorts.

"Hey, I just saw your text. Our AC's busted too." Art says, offering a sympathetic smile. You notice two fans blowing in their direction and decide you just have to enjoy the breeze too.

Art scooches over to make room for you, and you rest your back against his chest, with one of his arms around your shoulder and the other splayed across your stomach.

After a while, the heat becomes almost unbearable, so you decide to just take off your shirt.

You don't miss the way both boys' eyes dart to your chest, but it's truly just too hot to care.

[sugudollz]

corrupting virgin suguru 🧎🏽‍♀️

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Corrupting virgin Suguru? Hm… yeah.

MDNI!! Virginity loss (Suguru obv). Big dick Suguru lmao. He refers to you only as “baby” (even though I was ITCHING to make him call you “mamas” I had to restrain myself. It just didn’t feel right.) AFAB reader. Experienced! Reader. Virgin Suguru has been on my mind since foreverrr 😩. Not proofread lol. I have a discussion due later today but erm. Um anon sorry if this is disappointing ummm THIS IS SO RUSHED SOMETHING CAME UP BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO MAKE YOU WAIT 😭. This was supposed to be so different bro…

“BABY, WAIT—” Suguru pants, watching as your hands reach down for the zipper of his jeans. His big hand shoots down for your wrists, holding them in a firm grip as he tries to recollect himself.

You bat your lashes up at him, feigning innocence and obliviousness. Giving him the prettiest look you can muster, you ask him in a sweet voice, “what? What’s wrong, Sugu?”

And of course it’s that look you pull every time you want something from Suguru. He loves it, your pretty eyes, gorgeous lips, except he hates it at the same time because he can never say no to that sweet look.

“Just… wait a sec…” Suguru mutters, cocking his head to the side as he takes in deep breaths. You pout but listen to him anyways. However, your eyes stayed glued to the obvious outline of his hard cock, how strained it looks and how tight it must feel.

Tonight, like every other night, was supposed to end in a few kisses after a nice, relaxing shower and comforting cuddles. Then go straight to bed. Like always, as if routine. The only thing different? You were feeling a little… impatient.

While your lips were pressed against Suguru’s, you slid your tongue right past his, then proceeded to scoot up on his lap. Your hands wandered from his chest to the back of his neck, securing your balance to push yourself closer against Suguru’s body. In the process, your clothed pussy rubs against his half hard dick, making you giggle and him gasp.

“Lemme do this, Sugu,” you mumble in the crook of his neck, your lips right against his flesh and your lashes tickling it. ��Please?”

The way you speak so gently is so enticing; what is Suguru meant to do? Say no? Sighing, he lets go of your wrists and leans back, looking down at you as he notices an eager smile embrace your features.

Of course, Suguru has been thinking about this day ever since he met you. The feeling of your little hands wrapped around his length, or the feeling of your warm cunt enveloping his dick and clamping down on it. It’s what he’s fisted himself to every night before bed. Why wouldn’t he?

“Mm… mkay…” he mumbles, nodding his head and relaxing his body against the headboard of the bed. You jump from his lap to stand on your knees, legs on either side of him and hovering over him. Your hands make quick work of reaching for his zipper and undoing it, mouth practically salivating from the thought of fucking him.

After undoing his zipper, Suguru lifts up his hips to allow you to shimmy down his jeans. He watches in anticipation as you do your thing, sweat building at his forehead and in between his knitted brows as he sinks his teeth so harsh into his lower lip it almost draws blood.

Slowly, you rid Suguru of his boxers, your eyes aimed at him the whole time. Then, your eyes dart down to his freed cock when you hear his breath hitch.

“F-fuck…” he mumbles, throwing his head back as his hand flies to the sheets of the bed, clenching them tightly. Your eyes shine with lust, biting down on your tongue to suppress any unnecessary noises. You can feel your panties getting damp just from touching him, squeezing your thighs together for some friction.

After more and more gradually aggressive strokes, you come to an end and remove your hands. Suguru watches you attentively, eyeing the way you slide your skirt off of your waist, followed by teasingly removing your panties.

With your wet pussy almost fully exposed to Suguru, he gulps, eyes following as you take his cock and line it up with your pussy. After taking in a deep breath, you gently lower yourself on his length, gasping when you feel his tip enter you.

“Shit…!” Suguru pants, doing his best to keep watching the way you lower yourself onto his dick. You’re watching it as well, the way your wet cunt sucks him in, sweat forming between your knitted eyebrows.

“Mmph—Suguru, you’re so deep—” you whine, sucking your stomach in as if that’d make it any easier to take him fully. “So big…” you mumble.

That’s when Suguru is as deep in as you can take, already on the verge of whining.

“You feel so…” he trails off, already lost in the feeling of your tight walls hugging his cock in every right way. That was new, obviously, your juices dripping down on his length.

“M gonna start moving now, ‘Kay, pretty boy?” You whisper sweetly, but your eyes are telling a different story. Suguru takes a few seconds to collect himself before he nods and breathes out a quiet, “okay,”

You start moving your hips up and down, Suguru’s hands flying for whatever stability he can find to keep him grounded to earth. As much as he tries to keep his attention on your pretty face, he just can’t because the way your pussy grips him like a vice is too overwhelming he just has to squeeze his eyes shut.

His cock stretches you out so well, and he didn’t even know it. Murmurs of “fuck,” slip past Suguru’s lips repeatedly, his shirt riding up his torso and exposing his skin.

Suguru never thought this is where his day would end, but he’s glad it did. After months of getting himself off to unrealistic and repetitive porn videos, he’s finally feeling the godsent gift that is your warm pussy sucking his cock in, and it seems like you’re enjoying it too.

Suguru has never touched a woman sexually. He doesn’t know how to move his hips to give you pleasure. But of course he wants to help you, so he bucks his hips up into you, groaning when your walks clamp down on him. You whimper at the stimulation, throwing your hands on Suguru’s sweaty chest, digging your nails into the flesh.

“F-fuck, Sugu—don’t do that—” you whine and your head drops as you pant, putting a halt to your hips. Suguru nods and slowly opens his eyes to meet your sweaty body.

“Alright, shit, my bad.” And you start bouncing again, fucking your pussy onto his cock steadily, your tits jiggling from the effort. You can feel the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making you moan with every push. “Feels so good…” he says that quietly, almost inaudibly, and he can feel his dick twitching inside of you, as can you.

Suguru then realizes that this is way better than fucking his own cock at night—the way your walls easily get stretched out from the sheer size of his girth, the warmth of your cunt, just the feel of it, it had his eyes rolling back. Being a sorcerer all of his Highschool years and even after, his never had the chance to get laid or any of the sort, so this is a thrilling new feeling. He can already feel his lower abdomen tightening, legs twitching and breaths shaky.

Of course, you can feel the change in his body language and demeanor. Smiling smugly, you lean down to his ear, attempting to keep the steady rhythm of your hips as you breathe into his ear.

“Gonna cum?” The words roll of your tongue with a hint of playfulness laced in your tone. Suguru huffs and grunts, nodding his head as if he was tired.

“Yeah,” his voice is breathy when he utters this. You giggle and raise your hips just before aggressively slamming back down to his pelvic bone, the cock hitting all the right spots. Suguru’s hands immediately fly for your waist, digging his fingers into the flesh but he tries to keep his hold gentle.

Continuing with your sly movements, you can feel a knot in your tummy tying. Suguru, as with every other thing about you, notices the way your pussy grips tightly onto his girth and the way your hips get sloppy and exhausted.

“Cum, Suguru,” you whisper sensually, and in response, Suguru’s head snaps your way, confusion painted on his face.

“I-in you…?” It’s obvious he’s a bit nervous, since of course he doesn’t want to put a baby in you the first time he’s entered your pussy.

“Mhm,” you hum and to that Suguru just exhales deeply. In just seconds, Suguru is emptying his load inside of you, groaning and moaning the whole way. His head is thrown back in the process, his teeth sunken into his lower lip. He repeats your name under his breath like a prayer, along with murmurs of “fuck” and “so good”.

It’s a great feeling, the sensation of orgasming. His eyes roll to the back of his head and you’re fucking him the whole way through, which is what brings you to your climax. You’re gushing all over his cock, whines and whimpers falling from your parted lips. Burying your head in his neck, your sweat drips down onto his skin.

Your juices coat his dick, and Suguru opens his eyes just to watch it—but they soon wander to your pretty face like it was second nature, and it’s there he sees how gorgeous you look as you come down from your high.

“I love you so much,” Suguru pants and from the sudden confession you’re caught off guard, but smile lovingly anyways and kiss his neck.

“I love you, too,”

You carefully bend your upper body over Suguru’s, your face in the slope of his neck and Suguru doesn’t even think to mention the fact that his cock is still buried in your sweet pussy.

© 2023 sugudollz only on Tumblr — do not copy, repost, translate, or steal.

[hunnysahara]

⊱✿ 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 ✿⊰

Hamzah x reader imagine

In which you and Hamzah adopt two cats.

Requested by this ask!

"We are not calling them Red and Blue," You state firmly. You stand in the kitchen, watching the tabby stretch out on the windowsill, already looking like she owns the place. The white-faced cat, meanwhile, is still exploring every nook and cranny, pausing occasionally to swat at one of the crinkly toys scattered around. Hamzah stands beside you, hands on his hips, looking rather proud of himself though his face is quick to drop at your words.

"What, why?" Hamzah sounded almost offended, his eyebrows drawing together. 

"Erm, they're orange?" You gesture to the cats skeptically exploring.

Hamzah shrugs, undeterred. "Exactly! It's ironic, which makes it cool," he argues, his grin widening. "Like, who'd expect an orange cat to be named Blue? It's clever."

You shake your head, holding back a laugh. "We can do better than blue and red."

"Then what would you name them?" He says, pointedly.

"Like Mango and Pumpkin," You're unsure of the answer yourself but anything seems better than the names he's picked.

"Dude."

"What?"

"Mango and Pumpkin? You know how many orange cats are named that?" He shakes his head.

Your eyebrows furrow, "Not a lot, I'd think."

"C'mon, we're parents now, we gotta be on the same page. Who is naming their cats Red and Blue?" He tries to reason, settling into a firm tone like he's trying to win a debate.

"No one and for good reason." You are quick to answer. 

He raises his hands in exasperation "But look! It's perfect, it fits them so well."

You watch the cats scamper across the living room, tails high and paws tapping eagerly against the hardwood, clearly not seeing what your boyfriend sees. "How?" 

"Okay, because-" He pauses abruptly, this is his attempt to coherently gather his thoughts. Hamzah gestures at the scrawny orange tabby "Red because he's all fired up and badass and stuff." 

You raise an eyebrow, looking at one of the cats now casually rolling on his back in the middle of the living room. "Yeah, because nothing screams 'badass' like a cat belly-up, begging for scratches."

"Hey, don't make fun of him," Hamzah says, tone serious as ever. "This is Red we're talking about. He's just lulling you into a false sense of security."

You can't help but smile, shaking your head. "Okay, okay, so what's the other one's deal then? Why is she Blue?"

He glances at the other cat, who's now swatting at a toy mouse with laser focus. "He's contemplative, you know? Like, deep. He's got that mysterious, brooding vibe. Like Edward Cullen."

You stare at him, both amused and skeptical. "Like Edward Cullen? He's a kitten, Hamzah."

"What's better than Red and Blue?"

"Brutus and Ceaser," You shrug. 

Hamzah pauses for a moment, looking at you "That's good," He shrugs, grinning once again. Your idea is shaken from his head in a matter of seconds, Hamzah's already made up his mind. "Doesn't matter. Look at him, planning her next move like some sort of mastermind. He's Blue."

You huff, trying to look unimpressed, but his enthusiasm is starting to chip away at your resolve. "Alright, you win. Red and Blue it is," you concede, throwing up your hands. "But we're going to get weird looks when people ask us why we named them that. I'm telling you now, the next pet we get is going to have a normal name, and you're not allowed to argue."

He gasps in mock offence, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. Beneath the satire, you can tell he's ecstatic, near biting back a smile. "Normal? Are you saying my ideas aren't normal?"

"Nope, nothing you do is normal."

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

Tattoo

Written for @jilymicrofics using August prompt no. 26

James and Lily react very differently to teenage Harry's new body art!

890 words, rated T (though I'm being very cautious there, it's probably really Gen)

Read below, or on AO3

“Harry James Potter!” Lily Potter stopped dead in the doorway to her seventeen year old son’s bedroom. “What the hell is that?”

Harry scrabbled into the t-shirt he’d just snagged from his wardrobe and spun around to face his mother. “What is what?” he asked, brows pinched in a convincing imitation of confusion.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Harry!” Lily replied sharply. “I know what I saw.”

Quick as a flash, Harry shifted gears. “Then why are you asking?”

Lily’s eyes narrowed. “If you don’t cut the attitude, we’re going to have a serious problem here.”

“Actually, the problem is that you didn’t knock before barging into my room,” Harry shrugged. “Perhaps we ought to discuss your lack of respect for my privacy?”

“That is NOT the point, Harry!” Lily struggled to keep her temper under control. “We need to talk about this.” 

“No, we don’t,” Harry told her, flatly. “I’m of age now. It’s none of your business.”

“I think you’ll find it’s very much my business while you live under my roof!”

“Really? What happened to ‘my body, my rules’?” countered Harry.

“Harry, that is enough!” she snapped back.

Unsurprisingly, the rising volume of their discussion drew James from his study. “What’s going on?” he enquired. 

“Your son,” she told him, “has got himself a tattoo!”

James’s eyes widened. “Have you really? What did you get? Where is it?” 

“James!” Lily admonished him, though she was silently cursing herself for not anticipating his response.

James’s hazel eyes radiated innocence. “What? I’m only showing a fatherly interest!” He almost managed not to smile as gestured towards Harry. “Well, come on then - show me!”

With a sly grin at his mother, Harry slipped the t-shirt off again and turned around, displaying an intricate line drawing of a dragon that twisted down his left shoulder blade. “It’s a Hungarian Horntail.”

“Oh Harry,” she sighed. “What on earth possessed you?”

Harry looked a bit sheepish. “Erm… Ginny said she thought it would look good.”

“Ginny said…” Lily paused as she tried to wrap her head around this new bombshell. “Harry, you went and got a tattoo because a girl told you to? Of all the idiotic, irresponsible…. James, help me out here!”

“I’m hardly in any position to criticise, am I?” laughed James, lifting his shirt to flash the tattoo that sprawled across his ribs - a bouquet of lilies entwined around their wedding date, just above Harry’s name and his date of birth.

“That’s different!” spluttered Lily. “That means something. You didn’t get it on a whim because a girl said so!”

“No,” he conceded. “But I got the first one on a whim because me and my mates got pissed one night and thought it would be a laugh, which is arguably worse.”

Harry’s eyes lit up, ever eager for stories of his father’s juvenile misbehaviour. “Really? You never told me that.”

“Yeah. The one on my arm,” James explained, referring to the words Mischief Managed that wrapped around his bicep, bordered by a trail of paw and hoof prints. “I was the same age as you are now. Me, Sirius, Remus and Peter all got the same one. Your Nanna hit the roof when she saw it.”

“I can understand why,” muttered Lily.

“I seem to remember you telling me it was sexy the first time you saw it.” James’s lips twitched with amusement and Lily felt her cheeks colour at the memory of exactly what had happened immediately after her then-boyfriend had showed her his new tattoo.

Harry, as sharp as ever, did not miss the double standard. “So you like Dad’s tattoos, but there’s something wrong with mine? You know how ridiculous that is, right?”

Lily was forced to concede that he had a point. “I’m sorry, darling,” she sighed. “It’s just that you’ll always be my baby boy, and I want to protect you. I hate to think of you doing something you’ll regret.”

“But I don’t regret it!” Harry replied, hotly. “How do you know that I ever will?”

Lily held up her hands, placating him. “I don’t. And I don’t think your father has ever regretted any of his.“ 

“Nope,” James confirmed. 

“Then what’s the problem?” Harry hauled his t-shirt back on, clearly frustrated. “I really love it, you know. The dragon was Ginny’s idea, but I’ve wanted a tattoo for ages. I didn’t get it on a whim.”

“Harry, I think you’re perfect just as you are,” she explained, “and the idea of you changing anything about yourself feels uncomfortable to me. But I know that you’re old enough to make your own choices, and despite the impression I just gave you, I do respect that.”

Harry shuffled his feet awkwardly. “Thanks, Mum.”

“For what it’s worth, I do think that it’s a beautiful drawing.” In lieu of an olive branch, Lily held out her arms, and her son obliged her with a hug. “So. What did Ginny think?”

Pink spots formed on Harry’s cheeks. He shoved his hand through his hair, and the familiarity of the gesture, so very like his father, made Lily’s heart swell. “She… um… she liked it.” 

James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at his son. “Oh, I bet she did.”

Harry flushed an even deeper shade of pink. “Dad!”

Lily laughed. “I like that girl. She has good taste.”

[themultifandomgal]

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt3

“Morning” Mer says walking up to me with Lexie smiling

“Morning” I sigh feeling sick to my stomach

“Everything ok?”

“Just morning sickness. Whoever decided to call it morning sickness is a dick. It’s all day sickness for me” Mark then walks over to us smiling

“Morning”

“I hate you” I say crossing my arms

“Why? What did I do?”

“Knocked her up” Mer says before walking off with Lexie

“Feeling sick again?”

“Threw up twice already this morning and it’s only 10am”

“At least we know little one is safe and happy in there” Mark places his hand gently on my stomach

“Hmmm” I hum before getting paged “I gotta go”

“Lunch date later?” Mark asks. I give him a smile and small nod

“Yeah I’d like that”

“I was thinking that maybe we could get back together”

“I…. I erm” I feel so off guard right now “I gotta go” with this I turn and leave as quick as I can.

“Dad?” I say walking into a patient room

“Hi pumpkin”

“Why didn’t you call to say you were sick?” I ask pulling over a tray and putting some gloves on

“The pain comes and goes”

“So you thought you could sneak in without making a fuss? God dad you could be rejecting Mers liver”

“Calm down. Please”

“Your telling a pregnant woman to calm down when her dads in hospital?”

“YN please. There’s something I need to talk to you about that I should have told you. I go to AA a couple times a week”

“Congratulations dad. You want a gold star”

“Just listen will you. Sometimes you have to get up in front of everyone and say your peace” I take the ribbon to go around his arm while I draw blood and tighten it “and then maybe there’s a person there who talks to you and then maybe you go out to coffee with them”

“So a sponsor?”

“No not a sponsor….”

“Sorry I got turned then I ended up back in the lobby” a woman walks in and before I know it she kisses dad

“Not a sponsor”

“Oh god. No Ew no. How old is she? You look younger than me no oh god” i quickly take the blood sample and start to pack up

“This isn’t how I wanted to meet you”

“Mr Grey… oh hello”

“Dr Bailey this is my dads errrm…. Woman”

“Danni”

“When did the pain start?”

“12 days ago” danni replies

“She’s good with details”

“Any fevers. Changes in your urine or stool”

“No fevers, but there was a pain incident last week… actually you might not want to be here for this part” Danni turns to me

“I’m a doctor”

“Alright well we were being intimate”

“Oh god. Yep ok Dr Bailey you ok to carry on?”

“Yeah, are you ok you look pale”

“For the first time in 8 weeks I want to vomit not from morning sickness” with that I leave the room.

“Mer you have to see dad” I say walking into the break room

“Does he want more organs”

“He didn’t say, he was to busy loving up on a tattooed 20 year old” Mer looks at me with raised brows

“I can’t deal with dad right now I’m to busy dealing with mom”

“Please go and see him, I’m meant to having lunch with Mark and I’ve just thrown up again and mark wants to get back together and all I want to do is go home and cry….”

“Woah woah woah slow down Mark wants to get back together with you?” Christina says “and you don’t want to?”

“That’s the problem I want to but we broke up and now I’m pregnant and it’s complicated and now dad has a 20 year old girlfriend who’s clearly younger than Lexie and….”

“Ok ok stop stressing. Go find Lexie and send her to dads room. I’ll talk to him. You sit down, Christina will find Mark. I think you both need to talk”

Within 10 minutes Mark rushes in with a bottle of water looking panicked

“What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

“No” I burst out crying

“What’s going on?” Mark pulls me into him and let’s me cry on his chest

“Stupid hormones. Dads back in hospital and he’s brought his girlfriend with him and she’s younger than Lexie so it’s now weird and I know you wanted to have lunch but I feel so sick, probably a combination of morning sickness and hearing about my dad doing the dead and this morning you said you wanted to get back together which I didn’t respond to because I’m scared that if I say yes something else will happen that makes us break up but this time there’s a baby involved”

“Ok first of all breath. Take a sip of water and take a deep breath” I do as Mark says “when I said I wanted us to get back together I didn’t mean we immediately move back in and start from where we left things. We have a baby on the way so I know we need to be carful, but I never stoped loving you and I truly want to try again”

“I never stoped loving you either” I say looking up at Mark “I want us to try again as well”

“Then we take things slow. Now I know you said you feel sick, but you gotta eat something. So what do you fancy?”

“Pickles with Nutella” I sat after thinking about it

“Pickles and Nutella it is”

[phoenixisobsessed]

I'M SO GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HATES TFO SENTINEL

I would only buy the toy so I can chuck him across my room grhgsgrghr

I would rip off his head like a barbiedoll

This is how he’d be if I had him. Holy fuck. A message to everybody who simps for him: I am extremely convinced you all have deep rooted unresolved trauma. Xoxo hope you get better soon heart you all. It’s one thing to have a degradation kink and another thing to be attracted to an asshole piece of shit egomaniac who will love nobody but themselves, manipulate you as well as be just a little bit upset that slavery isn’t allowed. Anyway goodnight y’all sleep well and dream about ANYBODY but this man I am begging. I’m not usually one to judge who people simp for but oh my god 💞 you guys genuinely worry me hahahhahaha!!!!!!!!

(Edit because erm somebody brought to my attention: I don’t hate Sentinel Prime as a character. He’s actually an amazing character. Love the depth of it. Sometimes we need a truly evil character. I am just expressing the fact I do not understand genuinely liking him ✨ just quick clarification. Because yes, I do hate him, because he’s designed to be a very unlikable guy deep down. Doesn’t mean it’s a bad character. Sorry if this post seemed too mean idk erm. Also Edit 2 rq: I tend to write my posts very non thought out and just write whatever comes to mind when I am writing it, (and also always VERY lighthearted, not very serious. I hate being rude and mean generally) and now reading it back, I realised this may have seemed like a personal attack on Sentinel Prime enjoyers. I have accidentally expressed my confusion as hatred. I know this is probably not an excuse but oh well, I’m just trying to clarify. And I won’t edit my previous words because eh, whatever. Just wanna let you know, I’m not judging anybody for liking him, I won’t hate on anybody for liking him, I even like most of the drawings I see of him that are absolutely loving on him, I just don’t understand why somebody would ever like him. Does not mean I am saying you are an awful person for doing so. Pure confusion. Trying to understand. Please help me. Sentinel enjoyers please educate me here why is he so great I want to understand. Apologies for any sentinel enjoyers who felt personally attacked by this. Y’all just keep on loving Sentinel please don’t let anybody stop you but tell me why I’m begging I am so genuinely curious.)

[charmercharm3r]

Study Buddy

SCB

Masterlist

word count: 1.7k

Synopsis: Changbin gives you a helping hand for your studies.

warnings: smut, sexual explicit content, softdom!changbin, oral (f receiving), praise, slight edging, brief pussy slapping

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Changbin was home by 5:30 p.m. for the first time in what felt like ages. His being home meant he finally got to cook you dinner, cuddle on the couch, maybe run you both a bath and be in bed by eleven. He was washing the vegetables when he heard a thump coming from the dining table, followed by a pained groan.

“Baby?” He called out, quickly washing his hands and setting aside the dinner task in lieu of checking on you. You’d warned him when he got home that you were neck deep in homework, finals were just around the corner and you planned to burn the knowledge into your brain. It had been hours since you set up camp at the dining table, where you usually did when Changbin wasn’t home. It’s been a while since he’s been home early enough to catch you studying, usually voicing that when he was here, you wanted all of your attention to be on him. With such limited time together, Changbin didn’t bother protesting.

Rounding the corner, Changbin found you with your forehead planted against the plane of the table, body looking entirely too limp for the amount of empty energy drinks scattered around. He laughed to himself at the scene in front of him, unable to help snapping a quick picture of you in this disheveled state. After all, it was the domesticity he lacked in his glamorous life. With you, that’s all he felt, at home.

“Are you okay?” Hints of giggles lingered in his tone. You turned your head in his direction, cheek squished against the wood.

“I can’t feel my brain.”

Changbin skipped over to you and pulled out the closest seat, scooting the chair even closer. There were textbooks and notes spread all around, nowhere to put anything down that wasn’t school related. “Is that why you hit your head so hard I heard it from the next room?” Your weak attempt to nod made him smile again and plant a sweet kiss to your temple. “Oh, don’t do that, baby. You’ll hurt your pretty head and even prettier brain.”

A hand raked softly through your hair, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Even when you were overwhelmed and exhausted, Changbin’s presence was always soothing. You groaned again when he stopped and let you sit up.

“I took so many notes and still don’t understand. I even made flashcards as if that would help.” You rolled your head around to stretch your neck, eyes closing momentarily.

“You’ve been sitting here for hours. Let me help,” Changbin stood, walking behind you and feeling his big hands slide up your shoulders. You instantly relaxed into his touch, almost melting upon his body radiating heat like a furnace. “What are you stuck on?”

The question almost didn’t register, too lost in the way his thumbs now massaged the knots in your neck. “Theories of first language acquisition.”

“What’s the first theory you remember?”

“Um– oh, oh.” Lips attached to the junction of your shoulder, lightly, slowly making its way up your neck.

“Answer, baby,” he mumbled against your skin. The smallest of touches had your mind going foggy, distracting from the work in front of you.

“Erm– m– mediation theory.”

Hand coming around to cup your face, Changbin knelt at your side and kissed you gently, briefly. He barely allowed you to fully fall into it before pulling your chair back and crawling under the table. While he did, he laid more kisses to the expanse of your legs, thighs, wherever skin was exposed. You suddenly regret putting on the shorts knowing with your boyfriend home, they’d be off soon enough.

Except he stopped upon coming face to face with your core, smirking to himself as he watched you scoot forward and spread your legs more. “Tell me about it.” Changbin grazed his fingers over the inside of your thigh, drawing gentle shapes and slowly coming closer to where you wanted him most.

“It’s, um…” Your mind genuinely couldn’t think of an answer.

At your pause, Changbin peaked his head out from under the table, “I don’t wanna stop, baby. But if you can’t answer then I’m gonna have to.” The sudden fear of the loss of his touch made your eyes grow wide, shaking your head no. He grinned, ducking between your legs again. “Continue.”

“Mediation theory,” the same gentle fingers traced the outline of your cunt through your shorts, feeling a gush of arousal seep through. Just as the tip of his finger ran over the sensitive bundle of nerves, your entire body shivered. A teasing laugh sounded from beneath the table. With a shaky voice, you answered, “s– self stimulating response t–to a word or sentence.” It came out in one rushed breath.

With a satisfied hum, Changbin leaned in and ran his tongue over your clothed pussy, faintly tasting your essence. You moaned out, throat suddenly dry. Reaching under to grab at his hair, Changbin gently swatted your hands away. “No touching. Focus on your studies, baby.”

“How am I supposed to focus with your head between my legs?” It was a legit question, one that made Changbin evilly chuckle knowing what he wanted from you was going to be impossible.

“Because if you don’t, I’m going to leave you here high and dry. And I really, really don’t wanna do that. Think of every step closer as a reward.”

“A reward?” The word made your thighs clench around his head. In normal settings, Changbin would gladly take it. But right now, he wanted to push you a bit. It took a little bit of force to get your thighs to release him, but bit a loving and proud mark into the flesh all the same.

“Only if you can answer my questions. Remember, we’re studying.”

“Mhm, mhm. Sure. Studying.” You guided his head back to wear it was before, right before your throbbing core.

A pleased sigh, he continued his mission. “Tell me about another theory.”

Changbin poked his tongue out, drawing tight circles to your clit. He was only in this position for maybe five minutes and you were already soaked. Curiosity got the best of him, pulling the garment to the side to reveal your bare, dripping pussy. A short laugh fanned his breath over your sensitive nerves, another shiver rippling through your body.

The tip of his finger slicked through your folds, he hummed to get your attention back on track. “Behavioralism supports ch– children being born with no p– preconceived notions.”

He quickly flattened his tongue over your cunt, taking long licks and circling your entrance. A hum of approval made you whimper. “Another,” he demanded.

“Constructivism combats that by saying children are born with innate–” two large fingers pressed into your hole, cutting off your sentence entirely and sucking in a deep breath. “Oh, fuck.”

Changbin instantly stopped, stilling his motions and looking up at you through his lashes. “If you stop again, so will I.”

“No, no! Please don’t! I know this, I promise. Just please, don’t stop.” He happily chuckled, mostly at how desperate you already were. He couldn’t blame you, though. Changbin could feel his own dick throbbing to the point of almost painful, so incredibly turned on by how well you were doing for him.

Taking his position again, Changbin began to move his fingers again, slowly fucking them in and out while simultaneously lapping at your clit like a dog. It was almost too much, yet not enough at the same time. Yet, your head was falling closer to empty with every passing second.

“Constructivism.” He demanded louder against your cunt.

“Born with innate knowledge a– and learn to function through in– interaction.”

He took your clit between his lips and sucked hard, drawing a loud moan. Popping off for a moment, “good girl. Good fucking girl,” and went to town. The slurping noises bouncing off the walls was obscene, borderline pornographic when paired with your cries of pleasure. It was almost as though Changbin could feel how good you felt, his own noises muffled by your pussy almost just as loud.

The build up felt like it had been happening forever. That, or you were so worked up and sensitive that you felt like coming in mere minutes. Moreso, the latter.

“Gonna– gonna cum–”

“Hold it,” he ordered, slowing his fingers and going back to rubbing figure eights with his tongue. “One more question and you’ll get your reward.”

You trusted him with your life, but you were starting to think he wasn’t going to give it to you. Changbin was dragging it out as long as he possibly could, avoiding suckling on your clit because he knew your body better than you did. You didn’t need much more to fall over the edge.

“W– what’s the last question?” You gripped the edge of the seat, leaning back and feet instinctively raising off the ground. He tried his hardest not to press his free hand into his cock, distracting himself by draping your legs over his shoulders and anchoring onto your thigh. The small pinches he left to your skin was only egging you closer and closer. He loved the way your walls clenched around his fingers, adding a third just because you were so enthusiastic.

“Which do you believe?”

“What?”

“Behavioralism or constructivism. Which do you believe?” He wound tighter circles into your clit, curling his fingers just right to lightly brush against your g-spot.

You were going to answer, you swear. But one good, accidental flick of his tongue made your thighs clamp around his head again, trapping Changbin in place while white clouded your vision and heat suffocated your skin. There was no stopping your orgasm now, so he gave in and suckled on your nub to help you ride out the high.

When you finally came down and released him, he licked the same fingers that were in your pussy and clapped a smack to your overly sensitive sex. It made you flinch and your knees shot up to hit the underside of the table. Your boyfriend took ahold of your ankles and forced them back around his neck as he came back in close to your core. Changbin delivered a few more wet slaps before soothing over it with his tongue.

“You failed, baby. Guess we’ll have to keep going.”

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A/N: I have so many longer wips that I've been working on. Hope you all have been enjoying these shorter stories!

[hunieday]

Iori, Yuki, Touma 2024 Shuffle talk RabbiTV Episode 3

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: ...I thought we were supposed to take a bus to the flower field…

Izumi Iori: We came by bus to the foot of the mountain. We've only been walking for about ten minutes.

Inumaru Touma: Well, a little stroll ain’t so bad, is it? We'll be there in no time if we chat in the meantime!

Yuki: Yeah, if we chat... So then, tell us something interesting.

Inumaru Touma: Huh!? Interesting...!? That's too sudden!

Inumaru Touma: Um, well let me tell you something that happened backstage the other day...

Yuki: You came up with something pretty quick for a sudden request.

Izumi Iori: Indeed, Inumaru-san's responsiveness is impressive, but is it appropriate to share that story here?

Inumaru Touma: Ahaha! It's fine, don’t worry! I just wanna say that we’ve never seen our manager laugh so hard before.

Inumaru Touma: So, I tried my best to show off my weirdest face but everyone recoiled... Do you wanna see it?

Yuki: Yes I do.

Izumi Iori: Your reactions are quick too...

Yuki: I forget because Momo does it quite often, but I think idols making funny faces are quite rare.

Izumi Iori: Hmm... I don't quite understand, but I am certainly curious about a weird face that makes people recoil.

Inumaru Touma: Alright, here goes! ...Gyuu!

Yuki ＆ Izumi Iori: ...!

Izumi Iori: What on earth happened to your facial features...!? How is it even possible that they’re all concentrated in the middle like that...?

Inumaru Touma: E-erm, please stop inspecting me from this close...

Yuki: …pfft, hahaha... Touma-kun's weird face and Iori-kun analyzing it on top of it is hilarious…

Inumaru Touma: T-Thanks for praising my weird face! ...Phew. Can I stop now...? Izumi...

Izumi Iori: I'm sorry. I have witnessed the wonders of the human body.

Yuki: Alright, your turn Iori-kun. Do something entertaining.

Izumi Iori: I refuse.

Inumaru Touma: Quick reaction!

Izumi Iori: Unfortunately I do not possess such talents.

Yuki: Even though it's your senpai's order...

Izumi Iori: ... I won a "Seasonal Vegetable Assortment Set" in a lucky draw the other day. Would you like to come over and eat some? Nii-san will be cooking something delicious for us.

Yuki: I'm in.

Inumaru Touma: Yuki-san is bribed with vegetables...!

Yuki: Mitsuki-kun's cooking is delicious. Touma-kun, why don't you come over too?

Izumi Iori: By all means. There's plenty to go around.

Inumaru Touma: Seriously!? I'm so happy! Thank you...!

Yuki: Oh, look, you two. A flower field!

Inumaru Touma ＆ Yuki ＆ Izumi Iori: Wow...!

Izumi Iori: The view is magnificent. There are hydrangeas in shades of light blue and pale purple as far as the eye can see...

Yuki: It truly is like a "carpet of flowers". It must feel amazing to lie down there.

Inumaru Touma: I'm glad I came here...!

Staff: Congratulations, everyone. Mission accomplished!

Staff: Thank you very much for your hard work even in this hot weather. There are benches here, so feel free to take a break and enjoy the scenery!

Izumi Iori: Yes, thank you very much.

Inumaru Touma: I feel a great sense of accomplishment...

Izumi Iori: ...Indeed. I've discovered how invigorating mountain climbing can be.

Inumaru Touma: No matter how tough the journey is, all the hardships will blow away if there’s a view this beautiful waiting for you!

Yuki: ...Sounds the same as being an idol.

Inumaru Touma: Oh, maybe! Even if we're struggling with lessons and work every day, seeing the smiles of our fans makes us feel like we can keep going the next day!

Izumi Iori: Speaking of mountain climbing, have you heard this phrase?

Izumi Iori: "Life is like climbing a mountain. Once you've climbed it, you have to come down eventually. If you keep climbing without descending, then you lose."

Yuki: ...It’s hard for people to maintain their spot when they achieve something and reach the top, they have to come down eventually to aim for the next peak.

Inumaru Touma: ...That's deep...

Izumi Iori: Yuki-san mentioning that it sounds like our job reminded me of it.

Inumaru Touma: Does Re:vale ever have a thing called going down a mountain?

Yuki: Of course we do. But it's not about descending the mountain. It's about not resting on our laurels and continuing to strive to create something great, one song at a time.

Yuki: Isn't that true for you guys too?

Inumaru Touma: …! Yes... I want to challenge myself more and more with us four in ŹOOĻ.

Izumi Iori: It’s the same for us in IDOLiSH7. Each member's composition and choreography skills are improving, but we still haven't seen the end goal yet.

Yuki: Fufu, that's scary. Re:vale can't just sit back and relax when we have such strong-willed children.

Inumaru Touma: I'm really glad I came here.We were able to talk about the future together because of it.

Izumi Iori: We'll be rivals again tomorrow.

Yuki: Can't we be friends for today? I don’t think I can go down this mountain without Iori-kun and Touma-kun.

Inumaru Touma: Haha! Of course! Let's talk as we go down!

Yuki: That's good to hear. Then I wanna see Iori-kun's weird face on our way down.

Izumi Iori: I-I thought the vegetables were enough...!?

Izumi Iori: ...I'll have to resort to my last trick. How about looking at a photo of Nanase-san's weird face instead?

Yuki: Wait. Even the concept is already funny. I really wanna see it.

Inumaru Touma: You guys take photos of each other’s weird faces!? That's awesome...!

Izumi Iori: They were sent by my brother during a party.

Yuki: Thanks. I think we can still have fun thanks to you two.

End of Episode 3.

[melonsharks]

Tell us everything about the parent trap au immediately please please please

to give u an insanely quick rundown with a wip art i have:

aziraphale as elizabeth. wedding dress designer under his pen name A.Z. Fell. (hes an artist as confirmed in s2 and the whole "drawing on napkins" thing elizabeth would do appeals to me immensely)

crowley as nick. owns a vineyard. I NEED HIM TO OWN A VINEYARD SO BAD. shoutout to Old Vines on ao3 for changing me in a fundamental way. he makes wines and he tends to the vines and he is so passionate about it to an abusurdist degree. he yells at his vines when they arent growing right. you already knowwww.

when they meet for the first time, they don’t meet on a boat like in the movie, they actually meet at a wedding party :J crowley was a wine collector, just starting out. he loved offering aziraphale samplings of his most vintage collection out of impulse. (he likes seeing the way aziraphale savors them) (he’s besotted) Wants to own his own vineyard one day. aziraphale, on the other hand, has dreams of becoming a fashion designer of sorts, always drawing ideas on any scraps of paper he can find. his designs are very old fashioned, but thats like… part of the appeal. his work very much reflects who he is, and the people who flock to it understand that.

they enter this kind of… whirlwind relationship, they get married, and then eventually adopt two golden haired blue eyed baby boys. twins. :J warlock and adam.

they break things off because aziraphale leaves... alluding to their recent breakup in season two, the reason he left was because "we both clearly had very different ideas on where our lives were going. so. i packed up and left." (parallel s2 divorce 😋 they don’t know how to talk to each other) (aziraphale throws a book at his head after this argument, like the hairdryer in the movie LOL. it was pride and prejudice. crowley still has it.)

aziraphale leaves with adam. warlock is left with crowley. crowley eventually leaves London because he finds he cant stand being anywhere near Aziraphale (hes just irresistible in that way), and he goes to California where he finally fulfills his dream of owning a vineyard. a nice one on Napa, Northern California.

Aziraphale’s wedding dresses become more and more well known, Adam grows well-adjusted. Same kid you know from the show and book, natural born leader, a good head on his shoulders. (Aziraphale has no idea why Adam is like that, but he is so proud)

Crowley’s vineyard (The Garden Of Eden) grows and grows… Warlock is spoiled rotten, but he does love actually working at the vineyard with Crowley to and he and Crowley have a really good relationship…

Eventually the kids go to a summer camp together in London (i dont know if they . do this in the UK, but suspend your disbelief if you will) Adam meets The Them there, then meets Warlock after a nutty fencing thing, they kind of hate each other at first and the rest is history :J

side characters UM. LOL. idk……. i mean i kind of know but not really? theres just so many possibilities that make the rounds in my head. chessy could be anathema OR nina (ive had people suggest eric too?) and martin could be newt OR maggie (ive also had people suggest muriel????) gestures vaguely.

as for meredith…….erm…………🤷‍♂️ ive had everything under the sun suggested to me and i still……have no idea. LOL. gabriel, lucifer, shaX, FURFUR, THE WIFE FROM THE NON-SPOILER SPOILERS. I DONT KNOW. IT ALL FEELS WRONG. its hard to come up with this role in particular when these gay bitches literally only have eyes for each other. always. forever. u know. i think lucy is like. the classic answer. but idfk.

ask me about . more things if u want. this is consuming my every thought.

anyways the cover im working on for. for something:

[dinosaor826]

Hiii Dinooo!

I just wanted to throw this out there and ask how you regain motivation for most of your comics, and are there any tips for people who are trying to start their own?

hiiiiiiiiiii

so for motivation that's a bit more difficult, since its very much different with different people! What i can suggest is- i guess not to as much as i do HELP I've learned that I'm a freak of nature, and that normal people don't finish 20 comic pages in a day I usually just let motivation make me work on pages, instead of forcing myself to work (which is why i- again can get 20 pages done in a day to not working for months), but erm! that's just how I work, and I don't think I'd recommend working like that for everyone! What I sometimes do for motivation though- is making a spotify playlist with my characters and listening to it (especially the ones I have animatic ideas for, as I like imagining how they would play out while I draw) You can also do things like OC activities (like the OCtober thing I've been (not) doing), or getting commed/traded art of the characters, as I also just like going through my own character's toyhouse galleries sometimes! I also like drawing lots. of lyric art

And for tips on comics, I do have a few! -Do not. for the love of all things make pages complex. I'm begging. (Unless ur crazy or smth) -I would recommend especially at the beginning of your comic, to make it as simple as you can! If you're a good way in, it might be a better time to add more detail (this goes for character design too. if they're complex, make a simple version please. HELP) -Reread your script over at least once! Better if it's like the day after, so you can make sure it's what you want -Write a super quick outline, with a summary of each chapter or event, so that you don't forget anything

-If you're going to upload publicly, I'd recommend a schedule! If you just post them whenever, you might end up with months of nothing -With schedules, I'd recommend having about a month of backlog in case you need a break! -Don't make your schedule too much!!! Just make it maybe like a page a week while you get used to it, or even every other week! You're not going to like your comic if you're always tired of working on it

Remember that this is all just how I do things! If something else works for you, than do that instead!

[fanatical4creation]

They're always very competitive.

That remembered me: YOU BETTA SHOW SOME RESPECT!!1!1!!11!!!

I forgor it was Pride Month for a second, ALSO funfact: this was the last drawing made in my old laptop, maybe that's why there's some anatomy mistakes here and there, because I JUST WANTED TO GET RID OF THAT SHI- anyway-

Btw idk if theres an actual flag for orientated Aegosexual, like gay-aegosexual, I'm still a noob in this lgbtqia+ thing, so, erm-, I just added both separate.

Quick disclaimer: These are headcanons, even though i write and design the characters they're still based on the canon characters, y'know, the sanses, so you can feel free to think whatever you want about my character's sexualities, bc they're not MY characters, they're still based on someone else's.

Oh- that remembered me; Error is also trans i forgor to add the flag 😭 but i'll do a drawing on that later....

Killer (c) Rahafwabas

Error (c) Loverofpiggies

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 9

warnings- swearing

words- 887

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(hey I know this is shitty but I swear it'll get better I just felt like writing something so I could carry on the story, I'm so sorry I haven't updated this since 27th June I honestly didn't realise how Long I'd not updated its but love you all and thank you for being so patient♥︎

I hate hate hate part 9 of all my attention and for the likes it's getting I can see not many people are keen with but I PROMISE YOU it's just a part so I can link the next of the series!

thank you and I am sososoososososososos sorry ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I woke up with the sun shining into my bedroom making my walls glow and glimmer "morning babe" I looked next to me where Tom was lay smiling to me

"good morning" I grinned moving to be closer to him even though his arm was still under my head "sleep okay?" I asked pressing a kiss to his lips

"best sleep of my life, your bed is so much comfier than mine" we laughed, his hand moved to draw lazy shapes on my skin "you feeling okay?" he spoke and I just nodded while still watching his features "good" he hummed kissing my forehead

"this is all so crazy" I giggled staring to the ceiling "like who'd a thought? Tom and Y/n" I sighed "I'm not annoyed its happened though- are you?" he scratched his head trying to hide a smile forming on his face "piss off Kaulitz!" I shoved sitting up and crawling off the bed and standing by the window staring at the back yard where the sun was making the grass shine

"god you're so pretty" he breathed getting up too and hooking his arms around my neck and resting next to my head "what do you want to drink?" he asked letting go and grabbing his shirt from my desk

"erm.. my peach ice tea thing, should be in the fridge and I'll make us some breakfast in two seconds I need to wash my face" he nodded taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it before walking down the hallway.

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10 minuets later I made my way to the kitchen were I saw his frame leant against the counter watching the tv "babe were on the news" my heart dropped- why? why would we be on the news? I quickened my pace and stood by him and watched as our performance was shown on the tv 'Tokio Hotel are the 5th band who have been put forward for the best band in Germany' I turned to Tom who's jaw had dropped like mine

'HOLY SHIT!" I screamed jumping onto him and cheering "WHAT THE FUCK WERE IN FOR AN AWARD!" he nodded jumping us about until hurried knocking came at my front door and we stopped

'"Y/N!" it was Bill, Tom looked to me and I pointed for him to hide in the cabinet under the stairs "Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR QUICK!" sprinting I shoved Tom into the tiny room and fled to the door whipping it open "have you seen the news?"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" I squealed grabbing the boys shoulder "I'm shaking right now like holy shit"

"its crazy! and we've been put on news papers and things already! we might actually win!" Bill laughed coming inside and walking to the kitchen "oh is Tom not with you?" he asked and I panicked remembering that his brother was in the cabinet

"erm no unless he's hiding somewhere, I haven't seen him" the black haired boy laughed shaking his head

"what like he's in here?" his hand went to the door knob of the cabinet and pulled it open 'oh shit' "Tom what the fuck are you doing!" Bill nearly screamed "Y/n you said- what the fuck is going on?" Tom stepped out looking to me but I just stood stunned "did you guys fuck?" I felt my cheeks light up red

"Bill thats enough-" I herd a screech come from the singer and then many loud laughs "man just shut up"

"you guys fucked! oh my god- you slept with Y/n!" I stared at Tom who grabbed his brother and tried to shove him out the house "WAIT NO I'M SORRY DUDE! I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENED" Tom finally let go with a huff and walked back into the kitchen to the living room and fell to the sofa covering his face "so tell me what happened yesterday then" Bill cooed sitting himself across from his brother who looked to me and motioned me to sit with him

"so we went on a date yesterday- our first date and then I brought Y/n home and you know it just all happened from there" Tom breathed grabbing my hand which I gave him squeeze "I'm not even embarrassed or anything I just didn't want to fucking tell you this early after it happened" I nodded understanding what he was trying to get over

"don't tell the others" I began "I know we'll be picked on or something and we really don't need that for when we start our next shows okay and if I find out you've told them I swear to god Bill I'll rip out your eyebrow piercing and shove it up your arse" the boy laughed saying his lips were locked

"I mean us three knew it would happen at some point I mean Georg won the bet" he almost whispered looking away from us with a grin

"you bet on us?" Tom asked with a laugh "fucking weirdos" we all began to giggle and the idea of being betted on like fucking horses

"so what are you guys now?"

[leakedtank]

MY ERM!!! INTRO!! (im so sorry)

IM HAIZLEY/RYKER ⚡️⚡️

•she/he💪💪

• CURRENT INTERESTS/FIXATIONS (* = major, - = not major/on my mind 24/7)

*/-EVOsmp, *Life series, *Hermitcraft, *Ninjago, -Tmnt, and -Cookie run kingdom.

•I DRAW

•MINORR

•🇺🇸 (texan [yeehaw…])

•NOT insane

edit: ASK TO BE MUTALSSSS TEEHEE

basic dni criteria stuff applys and all that ykyk

just some loser in a jay wig

Quick clarification, I’m the ceo #1 of the NAME crossfireshipping, I was not the first to ship them 💪💪

I USE THE TAG “Ryker rambles” 😈😈 What if i do “Haizley hallucinates” LMFAO /j

Note: I tend to lose interest in things that lack content, so it’s common to see me move away from some things. I always come back to Ninjago and Tmnt though!

For things like gravity falls and murder drones: I still like them but with a no content, i don’t have a huge interest in it like i do with ninjago.