NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin.
“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”
My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky.
He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a
fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him
disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that
I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never
wanted to do anything but watch movies, and freaked out if I
suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about
breaking up with him for weeks now, but was putting it off because I
knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.
it took me like three years but i finally got a commission from @johannathemad !!! she was sweet enough to do some Yorkalina fanart for me and I absolutely have not stopped screaming since I saw it, holy shit
“When was the last time you went on a proper date?” Jeff asked Harry. The two of them were sitting across the room from another tossing a hacky sack to each other.
Harry caught the sack and stopped to think for a little bit, “Mmm. I think the last time was back in December.” He threw the sack back over to Jeff.
Jeff sat up on the couch with wide eyes. “Mate! That’s over six months!” Harry laughed while getting up and heading over to the kitchen, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ve just haven’t been interested.
Jeff followed his friend and sat on the counter. “Well now’s the perfect time to start dating. You’ve finished your album. You don’t start tour for a couple of months. You can give your right hand a bit of a break.”
“My right han-..” Harry glanced down. “Oh. Yeah. My right hand.”
Jeff laughed and hopped off the counter and grabbed the water bottle Harry had in his hand. “Listen, I know the perfect girl. Met her down at the bookstore. Her name’s Y/N. Really down to earth kind of girl. Reckon you guys will get along great.”
Harry looked at Jeff with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew how to read.”
Jeff glared at Harry while Harry laughed softly, “Mate, I’m just not interested in dating right now. Wanna focus on the album. Wanna focus on the tour.”
“Yeah but one date wouldn’t hurt would it? I’ll visit her tomorrow. Tell her you’re interested.”
Harry scratched the back of his neck while leaning against the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Blind dates are kind of..lame aren’t they?”
“Yeah but you’re lame yourself so why not?”
The bell ringing against the door caused you to look up from the book you were reading behind the cash register. “Hey Jeff! Need to pick up some more journals?” You smiled at your new friend. While Jeff was in town, Harry texted him and asked if he could bring more empty journals. Harry claims he was in the “writing mood.” With a huff of annoyance, Jeff eventually agreed and found a family owned bookstore not to far from where he was. He went in and met Y/N who was honestly a breath of fresh air. She was sweet and charming. She was everything Harry needed in a girl.
“Hey Y/N! No, I’m fine. I came in to talk to you actually.” Jeff connected his hands together and placed them on the counter, as if he was in some kind of business deal.
Y/N dog eared the page she was reading and squinted her eyes slightly at Jeff. “What do you want?”
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jeff sighed. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms and looked at the tall man in front of her.
Jeff gave her a smile and opened his mouth and then closed it. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”…
“Get on with it!” Y/N chuckled.
Jeff chuckled himself, “Alright! Alright. How would you feel about going on a date with this guy I know? Really nice. Sweet. Easy on the eyes…”
Y/N placed her hand on her chin and pretended to ponder about the idea of being set up. “Pass.”
Jeff clapped his hands together, “Great! He can pick you up at your place or you guys could meet- Wait. Pass? Why not!”
Y/N walked out from behind the counter and picked up a pile of books that needed to be put away. “I don’t know. The idea of a blind date seems kind of lame.” Jeff quickly followed her and grabbed the books from her arms. “Why does everyone think it’s so lame! You’re lame!” Y/N gave Jeff a look as she put a book onto the shelf. Jeff gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry that was crude of me. What I mean to say is it’s not lame! I find it rather cute. And what if you guys end up getting married. You can say ‘My dearest friend, the noblest man I know, the most handsome guy that walked on this Earth; set me and your father up’ to your children.” Jeff was shaking his head while staring into the distance, thinking about how much of a hero he’ll look to everyone for setting up the perfect couple.
Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Jeff’s face, “Jeff!”
Jeff quickly came back to Earth and looked at Y/N, “So what do you say?”
Y/N sighed while grabbing the books he was holding back into her arms. “I-..”
“Great! I’ll text you the details!” Jeff shouted while running out of the store before you could object.
Y/N was sitting at the bar of the hotel lobby Jeff texted you to meet Harry at. Being put on a blind date by someone you just met and didn’t even know the last name of required a little alcohol help.
“Gin and tonic, please” a voice called out to the bartender. The stranger sighed and ran his hair through his hair.
You chuckled softly while staring at your wine glass. “Rough night?”
The stranger and looked down at the rings on his hands, “I uh. I don’t know yet. Maybe.”
And on que the both of you looked at each other properly. Harry gasped. You were surely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your eyes were instantly wide. Harry Styles was the beautiful man you were going on a date with. Surely he was just in the neighborhood.
Suddenly Harry felt like he needed to explain his every move to you. “I uh..I’m just waiting for my blind date to arrive but I’m a bit nervous.”
Y/N chuckled at Harry’s words. “Are you Harry?” You quickly scolded yourself in your head and blushed. Of course he was.
Harry laughed at your mental face palm look on your face and nodded. “Are you, Y/N?”
You gave Harry a small smile and nodded, “I am.”
Harry quickly gave himself a high-five in his head for getting to spend the privilege of getting to be on a date with someone as beautiful as you.
The bartender came over and placed Harry’s drink in front of him. Harry gave him a quick thank you and proceeded to look at you. He smiled and placed his hand out towards the restaurant on the other side of the hotel. “Should we get this blind date started?”
You chuckled and nodded your head. “We shall.” You picked up your things and stood up.
Harry gestured you to go first, “After you.”
As you started to walk away, Harry quickly took his drink and gulped it down. He hissed at the burning alcohol and jogged after you.
You threw your head back in laughter and held your stomach while Harry was laughing pretty loudly himself. “How did you not notice you had a brown stair on your white pants!” You managed to get out in between laughs.
Harry held his hands out in defense, “I thought everyone was staring because they wanted to talk to me! And! I thought they were thinking ‘Wow. How stylish of him to wear those white pants!’”
Y/N finally settled down and wiped a tear from her eyes from laughing so much, “Well it’s good to know my date has such high confidence in himself.”
Harry looked down at his empty plate and chuckled softly, “It is.”
You gave him a smile to which he returned. Suddenly your waiter walked up to you guys, interrupting you guys from admiring one another. “Was there anything else I can do for you guys?”
Harry quickly gave him his credit card. “Go ahead and charge it.” You quickly tried to grab your wallet from your purse, “Here let me.”
Harry shook his head at you. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He then gave a nod to the waiter.
“Harry, you didn’t even look at the bill. Let me at least help.” You said while taking out your credit card. Harry reached over and grabbed your hand, “I got it, love.” Your heart melted at the pet name and both yours and Harry’s hands tinged from one another.
Not wanting the date to end, you and Harry decided to walk to your apartment that was about two blocks away. The whole time getting to know each other more and telling each other incredibly funny stories. Finally the two of you ended up at the front of your door. You turned and looked at Harry who was already smiling down at you. “I had a great time, Harry.”
Harry nodded his head, “I did too.” The two of you started leaning in when Harry was the one that finally brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around your neck. When the both of you pulled away, Harry rested his forehead against yours. “I usually don’t have the first kiss until the third date..” You whispered. Harry smiled, “Guess we’ll have to have another date then. You smiled and nodded, this time you were the one to kiss him first.
With one last kiss and the promise of another date, Harry left and you walked into your apartment. Both of you had the same smile and the same thought in your head, “Have to thank Jeff for that.”
Maybe blind dates weren’t that lame after all.
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International Soccer Player Star Lexa au is and forever will be my dream
The heat rolled off of the pavement in the afternoon. Stagnant and ornery, it listlessly bullied everyone in the streets until they were just as uncomfortable and oppressed, just as mad, just as sweaty and tired and beat up like the harsh summer day. The bustle of the street didn’t stop though, despite the heat, despite the heaviness. Instead, people milled about as best the could, fanning themselves with their hands or papers or ducking into stores, eating ice cream, and failing against nature itself.
@xxtorchxx made this gorgeous manip and it lit a fire of inspiration in me. She was kind and generous enough to allow me to lend my words to her perfect image. Just bask in this brilliance for awhile.
As should go without saying, do not repost, re-use or claim this work as your own. If you like it, use that little reblog button in the bottom right corner of the post.
A million thank-yous @xxtorchxx for your talent and creativity and for your thoughts on this little fic to complement it.
A note about this little fic. Mon-El was never Kara’s boyfriend. In this little world, he was the funny, goofy, sidekick pal we all deserved him to be. Kara misses him and does have to deal with the loss of a friend, but he did not have the dominating presence in her life he was given in canon.
“It was actually in this episode, when I’m in the
kitchen with Letty and we’re having a conversation about the book that she’s
writing and I’m telling her that she needs to find a title, I
couldn’t do that scene without laughing. The dialogue and the way that Michelle
was looking at me, it was just so funny. We had to do it like a million times.
I just couldn’t stop laughing and that was hard.” - Juan Diego Botto
Can you write an imagine where Archie likes a girl but he thinks she likes Reggie so he does nothing about it but then he drunkenly confesses to her after a party?
I absolutely adore Archie so much and I’m going to miss Ross Butler as Reggie Mantle 😭 but I’m happy that his career is taking off too. Anyway, enjoy this one!
‘Why him, Jug? Why?’ I slurred, drinking from my red solo cup whilst watching the girl who I was in love with, Y/N, sweet talking with my suppose best friend, Reggie Mantle.
Her face lit up every time he made her laugh and smile, managing to have an effect on her that I wish I had.
What was so special about Reggie? Oh - right, he was the captain of the football team, which I could’ve been. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting frustrated watching the two interact. They looked like a couple which infuriated me.
'Arch, you need to chill out.’ Jughead interrupted my thought process. 'How do you know they’re not just talking like normal people do? I mean - it’s basic human interaction, right?’
'Because she’s looking at him all googly eyed and he’s looking at her like a piece of meat,’ I slurred, downing the rest of my drink. 'I need to do something.’
'No, no you don’t,’ Jughead stood up, trying to hold me back. 'Uh - Betty! Little help!’ I tried shoving him off of me, but Betty soon stepped in front, blocking my view of Y/N.
'Archie, what the hell are you doing?’ Betty asked, pushing at my chest to push me back.
'I need to tell - to tell her how I feel…’
'Y/N!’ I exclaimed, getting shushed by Betty and Jughead. I noticed Y/N peered her head over in our direction, frowning in confusion before excusing herself from talking with Reggie.
Oh shit - what did I just do? She must’ve heard me say her name. Her name was gorgeous though so I didn’t care.
'Oh sure, now you’ve done it…’ Jughead muttered, frowning at me.
Y/N walked over, her face glowing, making me blush unintentionally. 'What’s wrong with Arch?’ She asked, studying me up and down.
'He’s had far too much to drink, he needs to go home.’ Betty explained, giving me wide eyes of annoyance.
'I’m…I’m fine…’ I dragged out, chuckling a little before almost falling over, Y/N catching me before I fell.
'I’ve got him guys, let him sleep for a little before taking him home. Go have fun.’ Y/N smiled, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Betty and Jughead watched me closely, walking away from them with Y/N inside.
It was finally peaceful and quiet, since everyone was outside and partying, the quiet caused my head to spin. 'You okay there, Arch?’ Y/N asked, sitting me on the black leather couch and sitting next to me, closely may I add.
I stared at her, her Y/E/C eyes gazing at me in wonder. She had an effect on me that no one else had, and I was okay with that.
'Why Reggie?’ I asked, blinking slowly.
She stared at me like a confused puppy. 'What? What do you mean “why Reggie?”, Arch you make no sense?’ She chuckled, that adorable little laugh.
'What does he have that I don’t?’ I asked, getting agitated. She frowned at me, but soon turned into a small smirk.
'That attitude of someone who is too up himself for his own good,’ she laughed, placing her hand on my knee.
Wait - what?
'Huh?’ I asked, causing her to laugh again, shaking her head.
'Archie, I have no feelings for Reggie - in fact he’s nowhere near my type.’ She explained.
I had a chance, I finally had a chance!
'What is your type?’ I asked, leaning closer to her face, watching her give me a small smile back.
'Someone who is sweet, kind, gentle - I don’t know.’ She shrugged.
'Well, I like you. I like you a lot actually.’ My drunk mouth spilled.
I finally admitted my confession. I told Y/N I like her.
'Really?’ She asked, her smile turning to a grin, 'you? Archie Andrews actually like me?’ She asked.
'I’ve liked you forever!’ I over exaggerated falling back into the couch.
'Well I like you too, Archie.’ She went to lean in, kissing me before I stopped her, kissing her forehead instead. She frowned a little, tilting her head. 'Why did you do that?’
'I’m not sober,’ I yawned, closing my eyes. 'I wanna remember our first kiss together…’ I dragged out, feeling sleep starting to consume me.
'Now I know why I fell for you, Archie Andrews.’ And that was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
lay on the bed, groaning, struggling, and gritting your teeth, “Come
on. Come on, please!” Your body tenses and your back arches, and finally
you collapse out of breath then exhale in frustration, “Just zip
already you damn pants!” You sit up, still able to see over your swollen
belly to your legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Your pants sit on
your hips, button undone, your fly having slid back down to the bottom,
and your belt waiting in the loops for your attempt to fasten it. Your
shirt, no longer fit perfectly, instead it now pulls tight across your
pregnant middle. Flutters rise in your belly as you glared, “Oh you
think that’s funny, forcing your father out of his clothes already?” You
knew your clothes would eventually betray you, but your were not
expecting it to happen literally over night. “Dear,” your wife speaks up
having watched your failed attempt with mild amusement, “Why not just
put on the new clothes the tailor made. He promised they would last the
full nine months.” “The emperor never surrenders!” You declare trying to
sound triumphant, “My belt! The buckle is large enough. If I can get it
closed I can surely hide-” You strain again unable to thread the end
tip through into the buckle, “Et tu belt!” You growl and continue to try
and force your belt to thread together. In vain you try to suck in your
stomach but it went no where. Your child was perfectly content within
your womb and refused to be squeezed. Again your breath runs out and you
let go of your belt. Defeated, you lean back on your hands looking down
at your front with a frown. More flutters came causing you to smirk and
gently rub your belly, “Alright, you win this round.” Your empress
suddenly perks up, “Are they moving?” Without waiting for an answer, her
hand was placed against your swell, “I… don’t feel anything,” she notes
disappointed. “Still to small yet,” You remark placing one hand over
your wife’s, “Only four months along. I can barely feel our child at
times.” In breathe deeply in defeat once more and lean your head back,
“Where did the tailor put those clothes?” The new set of clothes fit
comfortably, and were a little loose for the time being. Both pants and
shirts had panels along the sides hidden by your cloak that would
stretch with your swelling womb. The accompanying belt appeared much to
long at first but it too fit several notches above the tightest setting.
You grimace as your investigate the new clothes wondering just how big
your were going to get. Word had gotten around that your empire would
have a new prince or princess soon. Of course, along with it came the
argument of who was carrying the heir, the emperor or the empress. Many
of your subjects assumed the latter. Regardless, it was information you
would rather not expose until it could no longer be hidden. Anymore
growth spurts like that one and the truth would have to come out sooner
than later. Some nobles were already growing suspicious that it was you
who was pregnant due to a sudden shift in your behavior. Once you were
more than willing to leave the safety of the capital and observe the far
reaches of your empire. However, now carrying a heir in your belly was
made you much more cautious, more protective of yourself, as well as
more selective of how far you wondered from the safety of the palace.
Your middle becoming round from your heir only added more fuel to the
fire. “Well which is it, sire?” a nobleman asks. “Which is what?” you
inquire with confused look. A noblewomen gives an airy laugh from behind
her fan, “My good emperor! Have you not heard? You are the topic of the
rumor mill as of late!” The empress coughs slightly into her tea
shooting a glance towards you then back to her drink, “A-a rumor? Of our
good emperor? Wh-who would make up such tales?” she asks nervously. A
second nobleman answers politely “It was a visual observation which
started it, my emperor. Come now, sire. I hate the be that person but,
erm, have you been enjoying the fruits of your rule a tad too much
lately?” “I beg your pardon?” You ask in a flash of anger, “What exactly
are you implying?” “Oh now, now, my emperor,” the noblewomen answers,
“We do not mean any rudeness. There is no reason to get defensive over
picking up some fat with age.” You stutter a moment at such a vile
accusation, “Fat? Fat! That is the rumor the mill has spat? It is a lie.
I’m not fat.” “My love-” your wife attempts to interject but your
hormones were most certainty in control now. “I’m pregnant!” you shout
not hearing your wife nor catching what you spoke until you speak it.
Your eyes go wide and a look of horror overtakes your face as you clasp
both hands over your mouth, desperate to will away what you just
proclaimed. The room full of gossiping aristocrats became silent enough
one could hear a pin drop as all eyes were suddenly glued to you.
Several shock expressions, along with the exchange of winning bets
filled the room Your wife muffles a groan as she buries her face into
her hands. This was certainty not how both of you had planned to reveal
it as such. In a panic, your eyes dart around the room, you suddenly
feel queasy, “I-I have to go.” You speak quickly then dash from the
room. Your panic fueled run takes you to a quiet corner of the palace
gardens where you finally slow down to catch your breath and hold your
head in anger and frustration, “That was dumb. Heaven and Hell that was
dumb. How did I lose control like that so easily? They’ve undoubtedly
ran off to confirm and spread that bit of news.” You lean against a
wall, running one hand through your hair and idly resting the other
against your swollen middle, “Cat’s out of the bag now little heir. It
was going to happen sooner or later. Guess we’ll be staying under close
watch from now on. Your mother is probably mad at me for doing that.”
You grin and gently rub your stomach, “Granted, I don’t think you care
one way or another, so long as I keep a supply of grapes coming.” You
feel a light flutter and assume it was a yes. With the rumor that you
were carrying the heir confirmed, travel within the capital city was
proving to be more bothersome by the day. Over the next several months
your child grew bigger and stronger, even wrapping your cloak around
your frame failed to fully hide your swollen middle now. Being pregnant
seemed to make everyone forget about your personal boundary and you
being their emperor! And you despised every second of it. You became
overly protective of your heir, shooting a glare at anyone who tried to
get too close without permission and along with a toss from your guards
if needed. Almost constantly when you were in public, even within the
palace you would swivel your eyes and held one hand to your taught
middle. You even accidentally growled at your empress a number of times
when she caught you off guard, although you were quick to apologize for
it each time and she just as easily forgave you. Too make matters worse
an assassination target had been placed on your back. A group known only
as the Carii had made you their prime target. The first attack came
within a week of you carrying the heir becoming public knowledge. Your
would be assassin blended seamlessly with the crowd and once close
enough made a lunge for your back only to be stopped by one of your
loyal guards. You drew your sword to the assassins throat demanding
answers, but the only words he spoke were ‘The Carii shall end your
blood line’ before biting into a cyanide capsule and collapsing. You
were offering a handsome reward for any usable information leading to
the capture of the Carii leader. Several mercenary groups had gone on
the hunt, but the leader remained out of sight. Any members who were
captured gave the same declaration before eating the cyanide capsule.
The royal guard put their top resources on trying to determine where the
Carii could be hiding out as well as keeping you safe. Understandably,
you felt safe hidden away in the palace, away from the public and deep
behind the guard’s defenses. It was becoming harder for you too move
quickly the heavier your child grew and you felt short of breath after a
short period of time of running. Even with this madness, you still had
an empire to rule. You had the trust and respect of your subjects to
maintain even with the Carii threat breathing down your neck. It was
just before sundown when you were finally able to escape your royal
duties and relax in your private quarters with your loving empress. A
antique chaise lounge chair with a nest of pillows had become your
favorite place to relax and allowed you to still gaze out a pair of
heavily locked glass doors leading to a oil lantern lit balcony. “At
last…,” you moan as you sink into the chair, feeling your back pain
being near instantly relieved. Your hands quickly wonder down to your
waist and undo your belt, button and zipper allowing your swollen belly
more room in your lap, “There. Is that better little heir?” you ask
rubbing the tight round mass making up your middle. You smile warmly as a
kick meets your hand and you lean back. The empress takes a moment to
sit between your legs gently places both hands on your belly, “You’re
almost ready little heir, only a little longer now.” she speaks with a
smile as she lovingly traces the child’s movements within you. “Little
doesn’t describe our heir anymore,” you note, “We make big strong ones
if these kicks and punches are any indication.” The empress giggles and
hugs your round middle with beaming smile, “Strong and handsome sons.
Fierce and beautiful daughters.” She carefully slides your shirt up then
plants a kiss just above your navel forcing you to stifle a moan, “Oh?”
She question looking at you, “What was that sound you just made, my
emperor?” You answer with a knowing grin placing both hands atop your
middle, “Nothing.” “You shouldn’t lie to your mistress, my little
emperor,” she replies as she gently rubs the sides of your tight belly
and kisses your navel, “You agree with me, don’t you little heir?” She
asks moving on hand to trace your child’s movements as your belly
distorts, “Papa shouldn’t lie to me now should he.” You clench your jaw
as she strokes your middle, your skin had gotten incredibly sensitive
over the last several months. Mix that with her honey like voice and
surging hormones, it became hard to control yourself at times. Never did
you think being pregnant would be such a turn on for you, “Kiss a bit
lower and maybe I’ll tell you want that sound was.” Your wife grins,
“Oh, playing this game are we?” “Maybe,” you answer with your own grin,
“What can I say. I got a beautiful woman that I love tending to me. Can
you really bl-” You suddenly turn and cough several times, “What was
that for!” You sneer at your belly lightly rubbing the top, “Kicking my
lungs like that, we both need them you know.” Your wife erupts into
laughter and you feel your heir stretch within the confines of your
womb, distorting its round shape briefly before settling again.
“Alright, little heir,” your wife speaks gently rubbing the length of
your stomach and planting one final kiss before pulling your shirt back
over your stomach, “We’ll let you get some rest. It’s been a long day
for you as well.” You huff and and rest your head against the pillows
again, “If anyone needs rest its me from carrying you around. I don’t
know if I can get much bigger.” “You can make it, my love.” She notes
with a loving smile and a kiss, “You’re doing better then what my body
could do.” “My sweet empress, I love you to death,” you reply, looking
at her, “How many times have I reassured you already? We need to use my
womb so we will. Now if I can get rid of the damn Carii I’ll being doing
much better.” You let out a soft grunt and gently rub your swollen
middle again, “Shh, don’t you worry in there. We will never let them get
anywhere close to you.” You then turn your head towards the balcony,
focusing on the heavy lock guarding the door and let out a forlorn sigh,
“It’s a shame, such a beautiful night tonight. I rather be out there
enjoying the breeze and fresh air. We need to get rid of that Carii.”
You look back to your swollen belly again, “So that you can breathe the
fresh air as well without worry.” “Don’t do anything rash honey,” your
empress speaks sitting back upright on the lounge chair with a worried
look, “I can’t bare the thought of losing both of you.” “I’m sure as
hell in no condition to hunt them myself,” you point out, “And I would
much rather not have our child born with a target on their back.” You
breathe deeply in thought, “We’re running out of time though. I’ll have
the guard up their efforts, and reconsider upping the reward.” Your wife
smiles, “In that case, I’ll up my weapon training some more. It’s my
job now, to keep our family safe.” You return the smile then look back
at the stars, idling rubbing your belly as you wish and pray all would
turn out for the better and soon.
You let out a loud but soothing giggle as you snuggled yourself into Joker’s side, the smell of his cologne smothering out your senses. It was a warm day today, not much happening, but alas you both decided to go out and have fun. Because today’s very, very, very important.
Today is Valentine’s day! And Joker wanted to celebrate this marvelous day with you.
“Oh, Daddy! This is so romantic!” You yapped out, fluttering your long eyelashes while you looked Joker in his eyes. He shot you a sly smile, showing off his silver teeth.
“Good, don’t say I never did nothing for ya’!” He chuckled out, holding you closer towards him. You nodded your head as you trace over his many tattoos.
“Yeah, but it’s not every day you get to go to Paris! It’s the city of love, y’know!” You spoke, your eyes sparkling with joy and excitement. “I even learn some French words on the way here!”
“Look at my girl, too cute for her own good.”
He laughed and kiss your forehead.
Je vous remercie! That means ‘thank you’.” You chuckled back, mispronouncing the French words you spoke, but confidence still seep through the awkward French that fell from your mouth.
The savory smell of food flutter through the small but expensive restaurant. You perked up when you saw the waiter come with your food, you happily squealed with delight while the Joker shot the poor man with a terrifying grin. With shaky hands the man carefully put down your food on the wooden table, avoiding eye contact with you or Joker.
“Oh, goodie! Our food has arrived, thank you kind sir!” Joker said, his gruff voice light and playful.
“Please, send the chef our best regards, and remember~” His long, thin fingers held onto a tiny remote that had a large button on it. With one push of the button, the whole place would explode, causing the death of many. The waiter nodded his head, quickly slinking off into the back of the restaurant.
You planted a sloppy kiss onto Joker’s cheek, leaving behind a large lipstick stain on his milky white skin.
“I love you, Mr. J!”
“I know, baby. Believe me I know.”
You two were too wrapped up with each other that you both didn’t notice the loud police sirens that quickly surrounded the building.
Gajeel cursed as he came back inside his cave, the ground vibrating as he stomped his way to where Lily sat.
“I take it they got away?” Lily said as he patched up the last of the fairy’s injuries.
“When they come back I’m turning their asses into iron statues,” Gajeel spat as he laid down next to the roaring fire. “How’s she holding up?” He inquired as he watched his friend clean up and put away the medical supplies.
“Well, she’s still alive, thankfully. Mostly bruises and scrapes, save her wings,” Lily replied, his voice light with optimism. He reached over for a bowl, and filled it with soup, nodding at the dragon.
“Tough little shrimp that’s for sure,” Gajeel smirked as he looked over to her, she looked so small in the huge nest. Now that he had a moment to look at her, he saw that she had pointed ears that poked out slightly from the wild blue hair. Her face was delicate and soft, reminding him of the smooth opal stones that he had locked away in his hoard. He realized that he’d have to put some extra measures to prevent her from venturing too far into his hoard; not because he was a territorial dragon, but due to the several black magic items locked away. Items that any human would kill to have even just one of them
“I’ll be leaving tomorrow before sunrise. I’ve made enough ointment to help her heal, but she’ll need warm clothing to leave that bed, or her wings can freeze and shatter. I’m sure you have something considering how much stuff you have in your hoard.” Lily chuckled as he took a sip of his broth.
“Shut up cat!” He growled as he continued to watch the little fairy with curiosity, “Good thing I made sure that I went over to Natsu’ Kingdom and bought enough food to feed a village.”
“Right you are. Well, I’ll see you in the morning, and please for the love of death don’t scare her half to death while I’m gone!” He scolded, earning a chuckle from Gajeel.
“Believe me if anything I’ll fatten her up first!” Gajeel joked as Lily receded to a smaller room that was his private chamber.He looked down at the fairy and saw her shiver; even under the piles of blankets, she was still cold.
“Gosh shrimp, you fairies are definitely not creatures for the cold,” He muttered as he gingerly picked up the thick furs that were scattered along the edges of his nest and laid them down on top of her, hoping that it would help her. He curled himself around the nest, thinking that by shielding her a bit she would have some more warmth.
Never in his life did he ever think that he would care so much about someone other than himself or his best friend, but there was something about her that just seemed to make him want to her keep her alive and happy.
Levy’s body felt like lead as she felt herself drift into conscious. Her arms felt as if though they had been pulled and stretched, but the worst feeling was the dreaded feeling that something had been torn from her. A piece that could never be given back ripped from her violently. She didn’t want to wake up, quiteshe couldn’t handle it if what she feared was true. However, something felt off. The forest never sounded quietor had a rumble to it and the ground never this soft.
She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a large and crudely constructed bed. Sheets and furs entangled her body providing a warm cocoon that felt safe. She saw that her arms were bandaged along with the countless other injuries that she had. Levy quickly sat up and looked back to find that both her wings were enclosed in bandages as well.
“Either I’m dreaming or they are healing my wings to be ripped from me again,” She thought to herself. Nonetheless, she didn’t want to stay and find out and began to untangle herself from the sheets.
“I wouldn’t leave that bed if I were you, Fairy,” a deep voice growled
“Who said that!?” She screamed. Adrenalin shot thru through her body and her blood turned to ice as the looked around for the source of the voice.
“Gihi, why don’t you look next to you?” the voice laughed. She looked to her left and felt the blood leave her face as a blood red slit eye watching her. Gajeel uncurled himself from around the bed and loomed over her, smirking.
“A-a-a-a dragon?!” She quaked with fear. Without thinking, she bolted from the bed and collapsed onto the floor before picking herself back up and charging towards the entrance. She nimbly dodged his first attempted to catch her. Her size made it easy to slip through his claws and bolt away from him.
“Oi stop!” Gajeel yelled as he chased after.
“Not even awake for two seconds and she’s already causing me trouble!” He thought, noticing that as they reached the entrance it was foggy outside. She continued to run not even knowing where she running to.
“Oh fuck! Oi, Fairy! Stop, you’re gonna…!” He yelled just as she slid to a stop, finally realizing there was a cliff in front of her, but not soon enough as she tumbled over the edge screaming.
“I swear, next time I’m tying her to the damn bed,” He groaned to himself as he leaped off the cliff to catch her.
Heights typically never scared the little fairy, but without her wings, there was nothing Levy could do but scream in terror as she plummeted towards the sharp rocks. Just before she hit the ground, she felt something cold snatch her up and lift her back to the sky. She looked up she saw that the dragon had been her savior as he securely held her in his claws. Once they landed, Gajeel brought the fairy up to him so that they can see eye to eye.
“Listen shrimp, next time you jump off that cliff I’m going to let you fall.-”
“I didn’t jump off the cliff, you scared me! And my name is Levy! Not shrimp!” She snapped at him. He raised a brow and chuckled. He liked the spitfire she had.
“Well shrimp, I’ll just tell you this now; we aren’t the bad guys, so next time someone saves your life don’t go jumping off a cliff, got it?” She nodded her head as the cold air started to take its toll on her body. He gently put her down and herded her back to the warmth of the cave, lightly nudging her on with his claw.
“So what’s your name?” Levy asked as the dragon she grabbed a massive bear fur, wrapping herself in it and sat by the fire.
“Name’s Gajeel Redfox, but a lot of people know me as Black Steel.” He said, settling down in front of her
“No way, you’re THE Blacksteel!!? As in the iron dragon who single-handedly defeated Zyair Baleful the ice dragon and took down the northern empire Blacksteel!” She squealed with joy.
“Heck yeah, I’m him! Old Zyair was a piece of cake if you ask me,” he laughed his chest puffing up in pride. Truth be told he had nearly lost to that ice dragon and still had the scars to prove it.
“I’ve read so much about you! Is it true that you stole all the gold from a dragon named Acnologia and have it buried in a cave that no one can find?” She asked her brown eyes widening with excitement.
“I didn’t know I was that popular in fairy folklore,” He chuckled, “Gihi, I stole that bastards hoard after he stole something my father gave me. So I did him a favor and relieved him of his.” He had kept most of it locked in the lower chambers of his cave as Acnologia had cursed several portions of his hoard, rendering it too dangerous for Gajeel to want to leave it carelessly around.
“Not quite, in fact, most of the the books I read say that dragons are monsters and destructive beings,” she softly said.
“Well they aren’t really wrong,” He grumbled. He looked behind him and saw Lily leading against the black obsidian cave wall watching the duo and smiling.
“I thought I told you not to scare her.” He laughed as he came closer. “Good morning, my name is Panther Lily, Lily for short. I see that you’re feeling a lot better. He didn’t threaten to eat you, did he?” He joked.
“Hey, I like some meat on my humans, not skinny like twigs!” Gajeel retorted before laying his head on his paws.
“Don’t worry unlike most dragons he’s mostly all bark and no bite,” Lily grinned. Levy smiled back the two; they seemed like good friends. Gajeel rolled his eyes in annoyance.
“I’m Levy, I believe I owe both of you a thanks for saving me,” She (thanked)(said) as she pulled the fur tighter around her. Gajeel picked up another blanket off the bed and plopped it on her.
“Gave me something to do instead of patrolling the borders, besides I don’t want people to think I’m going soft.” Gajeel grunted, ignoring the look that Lily gave the fairy, smiling when her eyes widened.
“Well, how about some food for us all before I leave?” Lily smiled as walked over to the fire to began to cook a warm meal for the trio
“So Miss Levy, how is that a Fairy from the Southern Magnolia Forest managed to get herself all the way to the Northern Iron Kingdom?” Lily asked as he chopped up some vegetables.
“I know fairy wings are valuable and all but why were they after you? They seemed pretty pissed that they didn’t get you.” Gajeel chimed in.
“Well, my guess is that I’m the daughter of one of the four Royal Fairy lines.” She stated. Silence claimed the air as both dragon and exceed looked at her in awe.
A Shallura Stargazing fic won by @daydreamsandwikiwalks I had a lot of fun writing this and I really enjoy the Voltron characters. My next prize fic is more Voltron so hopefully, I can keep this rolling.
Shiro stepped out of the base and onto the grass, staring out across the sky before he scanned the field before him. He saw her white hair first, like a breath in the cold. He went towards her with a slight smile on his face.
“5 more minutes, please Scott.” I mumbled sleepily, face buried in pillow.
Scott was waking me up for school, but today I feel so lazy.
“We’re gonna be late.” Scott whined.
“Oh please you go fifteen minutes before school starts anyway.” I mumbled.
“Who’s gonna give you lift then?”
“I will text Theo, now get the hell out and lemme sleep.”
Finally he left. I sighed and reached my phone and texted Theo to give me lift. After few more minutes of snuggling, I unwillingly got out of bed. After getting ready I heard Theo’s car’s beep.
I grabbed two sandwiches from the counter and went outside, Aunt Melissa left early today for her shift.
“Good morning princess.” Theo laughed looking at my state.
My hair was pulled up onto a messy bun, I wore baggy T-shirts with jeans.
“Don’t laugh, I was up all night finishing off the freaking essay.” I groaned.
“Aww, you look cute still.” Theo said smiling softly.
“Sure.” I scoffed and handed him one of the sandwiches.
Once we arrived at the school, we were talking and walking down the hallway. I spotted Scott and Stiles standing in front of my locker.
“Hey guys!” I said.
“Hey,” Stiles said and hugged me.
“The sleeping beauty’s here.” Scott laughed.
“Shut up.” I punched him playfully.
“You look cute today.” Stiles said smiling.
“Uh thanks?” I blushed.
“Theo,are you alright?” Scott asked Theo.
I looked at Theo, he looked tensed, and it was as if he was controlling himself not to wolf out.
“I have to go.” He said and rushed off to his class.
“What’s up with him?” Stiles asked.
“No idea.” I replied confused.
After the classes, it was soon lunch time. Before lunch we had Physics, but Theo was not in the class, I haven’t seen him since this morning and now I was worried.
I sat beside Stiles and began making small talk with Lydia.Then I saw Theo coming towards the table, I sighed in relief and when he sat in the spot next to me, I asked him, ”Where the hell were you?”
“Oh it’s nothing serious, just wanted to take a break from class.” He shrugged.
I placed my hand on him and asked, ”are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.” He said slowly looking into my eyes.
“Y/N, you have to try these fries,” Stiles said and fed me some fries.
“Mhmm, this is good, did they hire new chef or something?” I asked.
“Maybe.” Stiles laughed feeding me some more.
“You two are so cute.” Kira gushed.
“Yeah just date already.” Malia chuckled.
I blushed and looked at Stiles, he was blushing too.
“I gotta go, I just remembered something. ”Theo suddenly said getting up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing serious, I promise, I will call you later.” Theo said rushing off.
Well that was weird.
“No way Lyds!” I said to Lydia, me and her were currently at her place just flipping through fashion magazines.
“I’m telling you Y/N, he was so jealous.” Lydia said.
“Theo and I were a thing when we were kids, that was not even real. Now we’re just friends okay?” I argued back.
Although I said that I couldn’t help but think of Theo more than as a friend, I still had feelings for him. But I can’t risk it, I can’t bear heartbreak again. It’s better if we stay just friends, atleast that way I can still talk with him. Now I wanna focus on future, with Stiles.
“Are you sure about that? I saw the way he looks at you Y/N.” Lydia said smiling.
“Whatever it is. I don’t wanna ruin the thing I have with Stiles now.” I sighed.
“Aw, do what your heart wants, I’ll be here to support you.” Lydia said.
“Do you think Stiles likes me?” I asked blushing.
“Hell yeah he does, he’s head over heels.”
“I really hope he does, he’s so cute and perfect and all.”
“Love is in ze air.” Lydia said laughing.
“Whoa slow down, not love, just crush.”
“Yeah right.” Lydia laughed.
*the next day*
“Finally it’s Friday.” Kira said relieved.
“Guys, let’s go to this party tonight at Sean’s place.” Liam said during lunchtime.
“Yeah it’s been awhile, we should go.” Malia said looking excited.
“Yeah it’ll be fun.” I said.
I’m looking forward to this party to be honest. This week’s been stressful with school work and stuffs.
“Theo, you coming to the party tonight?” I asked Theo as I took a seat beside him during Physics class.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“Please come, it’ll be fun !!” I tried to convince him.
“Total waste of time, I can’t even get drunk.” He said.
“But I’ll be there, c’mon!”
“Uh okay, fine, only for you.”He smiled.
“Yay.” I cheered and he laughed.
“Y/N you look so pretty,” Lydia approached me and hugged me once I went inside the party.
“Thanks, you look great too.” I said smiling.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked her.
“They are in the other room getting us drinks, c’mon,” she said.
“Guys, Y/N is here.” She said as we entered the place where drinks are kept.
“HEY!” They all said cheerfully.
“Do you want a drink?” Stiles asked me.
“Uh no thanks, I’m fine.”I said.
“It sucks I can’t even get drunk.” Malia sighed.
We all just chuckled.
“By the way have you guys seen Theo? I texted him, he said he’s already here.” I asked the pack.
“Yeah I saw him earlier, no idea where’s he now though.” Kira shrugged.
“Okay, let me go find him, I will be right back.” I said as I exited the room.
The place was crowded, I began searching for Theo. The moment I spotted him my face fell. He was kissing a blonde girl. She was straddling him, they were sitting on the couch.
I felt my heart sink and a giant lump form in my throat.
He really doesn’t like me romantically anymore.
What was I thinking? Ofcourse he doesn’t. Silly, stupid Y/N.
I sighed and went outside for fresh air. As soon as the cold air hit me, I felt somewhat refreshed. I walked towards the swing that was just around the corner and took a seat in one of the two swings. The music from inside still loud outside.
Why am I feeling this bad? I shouldn’t, I definitely shouldn’t. But I still couldn’t help but let the tears stream down my face.
“Y/N?” I heard Theo calling me.
I didn’t reply him back, just wiped my tears off and tried to not breakdown. He took a seat beside me in the other swing.
“You’re crying,” he started slowly, “why are you crying, everything okay?”
“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” I lied.
“Oh please, cut it off, what’s wrong?” He asked looking concerned.
“It’s nothing, like I said I’m fine.” I said stubbornly.
“You’re not fine, just tell me, please.” He said taking my hands in his.
I looked the other way, not wanting to see him.
“Look at me, please tell me what’s going on.” Theo pleaded, “did I do something.”
“Oh please Theo, as if you don’t know.” I sniffled.
“What?” He asked confused.
“I-I’m upset because…”I started.
“Because? Just tell me.”
“I saw you kiss some blonde girl !” I said frustrated.
“Oh.” He said slowly, “I had no idea that would bother you.” He shrugged, ”why does it bother you?”
“It-it’s just I was surprised.”
“Being surprised doesn’t make you burst into tears. There’s more to the story.” He stated.
“Just forget it, okay?” I shrugged.
“You still like me, don’t you?” He suddenly asked me.
“Wha-” I was interrupted by him.
“Besides, just to be clear, she was drunk and before I could stop her she started kissing me.”He started, ”If you stayed till the end, you would’ve seen that I pushed her away. I can never look at some other girl, when I already am in love with someone else.” He finished.
“Oh you like someone else? Who is it?” I asked with a pang in my chest.
“You didn’t answer my question yet, do you like me?” He asked.
“Theo….yes I still do, and seeing you kiss someone else just made it more clear.” I sighed.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” He began slowly, “do you have any idea how much I was hurting when you were with Stiles, and everyone adoring you as couple.”
“I wasn’t dating Stiles, I had this crush on him….wait the girl you lik-”
“Is you, Y/N Y/L/N, it’s always been you.” He said looking me at my eyes.
Before I could respond, Theo pulled me closer and kissed me. I immediately kissed him, and boy the sparks I felt was just indescribable. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, the street lights gave enough light for me to see his gorgeous face.
“Promise me, you’ll not leave like you did years ago.” I asked gently.
He cupped my face and looked seriously before saying, “I promise.”