⋆⭒˚.⋆ Didn't Mean To Say I Love You ⋆⭒˚.⋆
⋆。‧˚˚ Yandere!Acolyte Men x Reader ˚˚‧。⋆
⋆ ˚。♡ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈 ♡ ˚。⋆
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✩彡 Master Sol - Bittersuite | استاد سول
I can't fall in love with you.
He's choking on his guilt again. Scorching memories reciting hymns of fire and black smoke. He can not love, he can not pine, his romances always end in doom. End in bitter blood drenching stars and ghosts scattered across solar systems. Sol can not love you, he must not love you. You're safer out of his reach.
L'amour de ma vie.
He wants to be the one, etching galaxies across your heart and spilling stars into your bones with every kiss. Your smile dips his world in midday pink, all roses and sun blooms. Your voice trails after him, haunting halls and abandoned training rooms. Your name sticks inside his throat, sticky caramel abrading his tongue to be let loose. Love of his life.
Love so bittersweet.
There are other universes, he likes to think, where his mistakes are little and he has the right to hold you in his arms. You call out to him during missions, all epithets and formality, he longs to hear to say 'Sol'. just 'Sol'.
Longs to kiss you in the dark where his memories can't reach him. You're so bittersweet…
"(Y/n)…"
⭒⭒✮ Yord Fandar - Halley’s Comet | یورد فندار
I don't want it.
He chews on the thought of you, sour under his tongue. He watches you parry under the stars, saber humming orthodox hymns. He can spill lies from his lips like coronal rain. But the confession never sticks, he shouldn't want this, want you.
And I don't want to want you.
In his dreams he's more honest, leaving a galaxy of love bites across the vast expansion of your essence. Kissing the dark corners of your eyes and sucking tenderly on the pearls of your spine, open-mouthed when he reaches your nape. Curling fingers in the nebula of your hair. You sing his name so freely it has him seeing stars.
But you're all it takes to break a promise.
He kisses you, against the temple wall, drinking in your devotion like elysian ichor. The stars in your eyes explode, whispering tenets between each breath. He feels the force reverberating between your bones, holy, ethereal. This is wrong, fundamentally, spiritual, he doesn't want to want you…But he has to.
"I, I need you."
༻。。☾ Qimir - Bossa Nova | قیمیر
Love when it makes you lose your bearings.
His love is an asteroid field, cataclysmic and labyrinthine, always dodging bullets aimed point blank at tattered hearts. He's always caught wondering who's truly lost. You or him. Swimming through wandering stars and pretending it's just a force-willed romance. But love doesn't lie to keep one compliant. Caging you between quasars and stella novae.
Some information is not for sharing.
"Eyes down, you've not yet earned to see my face"
You obey, little lamb that you are. Eyes tracing the ebony of his boots. He wonders if he should tell you, grasp your chin, and force his mask off. Shatter your world with his eyes. But you're too cute like this, pining after your master and playing little lovers with Qimir. It's torture most sweetly, he traces the crown of your hair with metal instead of lips, whispering sabbath shibboleths into your head. His love is red in every way.
A lot can change in twenty seconds. A lot can happen in the dark.
The cave is pitch dark, hidden from prying moonlight. It's in the dark that Sith revel in the dark that they renew. Qimir knows some things can only be confessed in blood. That's why he pushes the jagged edges of stars between your lips. Apex of your throat in hand forcing you beneath him. You giggle stardust as he marrs your bones, kissing cuts and open wounds. He lets his mask slide off, to the tune of your heartbeat. Savoring its clank and all it entails. Your shock and fear taste delicious on his tongue as does your fruitless struggle. He kisses you again all passion and possession. He likes you better when you taste of horror and shattered realities.
"You belong to me..."
✧࿐ Torbin - Birds of a Feather | توربین
We should stick together.
You pull him through the temple, laughing as you run away from another angry master. Torbin follows lovestruck, he sees peace in your eyes, in your smile. Hears it in the candance of your voice. He kisses your knuckles when you beat him at saber practice and passes you heart-shaped sticky notes during lessons. He wants to be here with you forever. Together in an eternal blush.
I'd never think I wasn't better alone.
He whispers your name between breaths, kissing each syllable. He traces your face in the stars, cursing the remote planets he's been sent to. He misses you, but the phrase is never quite worded right, his master can never know, never understand the rhyme behind his eagerness.
Home, home, home. He repeats the words with frantic reverence. Home is where the lights paint you in their heavenly glow. Where you hold his hand and kiss fireflies across his cheek. Home is you, it's always been you…
I'll love you 'til the day that I die.
You trace the scar across his eye, dejected. Torbin kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in your presence. He made it back to you, that's all that matters. Not the witches or the massacred planet. Not the disappointment of his master or Sol's new apprentice. You're the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that has ever mattered.
"Stay with me forever my love."
Happy final week of the Acolyte!! It's been a great 7 weeks ~💜
Catching the Golden Trio staring at you
Pairing: Poly golden trio x reader
You’re in the great hall eating dinner when you feel like somebody is staring at you.
You turn around and your eyes instantly fall onto the golden trio, who are all looking at you.
Harry spits out his drink and quickly looks done at his food pretending like he hadn’t just been staring at you.
Hermione quickly gives you a quick smile then pulls Ron closer to her to get him to stop looking at you like a deer caught in headlights.
You turn around, suddenly feeling self conscience.
This is Dominique Pélicot. The husband behind the most harrowing rape case in France. Inspite of Gisèle (wife) being the epitome of courage right now and choosing to go for a public trial to warn and educate other women of such perpetrators, the husband's pic is not being shared in most of the new articles. This is Dominique Pélicot, who must be shamed.
Here are the names of other perpetrators who could be identified till now. Some of these men were HIV+ and/or suffering from other STDs. Gisèle found that she was carrying four STD's.
Shame Must Change Sides.
Gisèle Pélicot, a French national, endured at least 92 sexual assaults committed by over 72 men over 10 years, while she was drugged by her husband, Dominique Pélicot, who documented many of the rapes.
'She could have opted for a closed trial, but that’s what her attackers would have wanted'.
She has courageously decided that the trial of her accused rapists be made public. This is to make other women aware of the excuses and games such men use and to reveal what these men look like: just any other man.
pairing: tim drake x f!reader
In which you're just the graveyard shift employee at Circle K bombarded by vigilantes.
full summary: Working at a convenience store in Gotham City is a thankless and often dangerous job. Especially if you are working the graveyard shift.
You quite liked your brief stint at the Circle K in Keystone City, if only because the Flash could be found taking care of crime before they even happened. Plus, your store was the one he frequented the most for snacks and drinks to replenish his energy.
Even if your friends, Steph and Tim, don’t actually believe that he visited you and in fact said you two were friends. (No, seriously, he did!)
But a surprise visit from him with Red Robin in tow, a pointed insult to the Bats’ general hostility and unwelcoming nature, and suddenly, you have a revolving door of vigilantes at odd hours of the night.
Your most frequent visitor and the one that bothers you for a reason you can’t articulate since it also coincides with Tim Drake’s sudden avoidance of you?
Red Robin.
But it’s probably nothing, right?
contains: canon-typical violence, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, not actually unrequited love, eventual happy ending
ao3 | fic playlist | story tag
🏪 chapter index; completed!
chapter one... on my way to circle k
chapter two... it's getting late
chapter three... this doesn’t feel right
chapter four... walking slow (all alone)
chapter five... i am found on the ground
chapter six... hear the sound of your heart breaking
chapter seven... just get me through the night
chapter eight... where did i go wrong?
chapter nine... i want to make it right
chapter ten... there’s no way to hide it (i know what you’re fighting)
chapter eleven... i am always running back to you
chapter twelve... back to you
Pairing: Dark Adult Neteyam x Fem Human Reader
Summary: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.
PARTS
Introduction
Scramble
Feast
Tremble
Latch
More parts coming soon
Please remember to read the warnings at the beginning of each part
it's 2024 and i still refuse to leave the restaurant
I honestly feel like all Sith lords would love it when their darling kisses their mask. Regardless of all the horrors said mask carries it's still a sign of power, of respect, of the darkness they've come to embrace. I feel like kissing it would be the equivalent of kissing a king's ring. All submission and loyalty. A pledge of love, a pledge of devotion. You belong to him utterly, wholly. Maybe it's more than that, maybe it's not only about the regonization of power. But the acceptance of the power they hold over you. A testament to how they've infected your mind. Morphed and molded you into their perfect little doll. I just know they get high off the power they hold over you. A light mindless kiss to the cold steel hiding away their visage is all the proof they need to how perfectly they've broken you...
Look at him. Three apples tall and sauntering across the Red Keep yard all coquettishly
Larys realizing Aemond won't make him his Hand so immediately he goes back to Aegon like babe
Talks to you about how lonely he was before meeting you.
Tries his best to give you whatever you desire.
Will try his best to cheer you up when you are upset.
Loves when you compliment his outfits.
If someone (a goblin) is confident enough to flirt with you he will 100% make fun of them.
Jareth is clingy. He loves spending time with you.
He loves to dance with you. If you don’t know how to dance, he’ll try to teach you.
Lowkey kinda creepy, but when you're not around and he misses you, he will watch you from his crystal ball.
He loves praising you and loves it when you do too.
He doesn’t like to get messy but if you paint or garden, he would watch you.
Likes to just lay in bed with you and likes to take in all your features. Gently caressing your body and drawing shapes on your skin.
First fanfic on this account! Feel free to send requests.
Touches
Mattheo Riddle:
No matter where you are, Mattheo loves touching you. Pressing kisses onto your neck, placing his hand on your thigh in class, you atop his lap in the common room.
When walking together, Mattheo loves to have an arm wrapped around you, whether it's on your hip, waist or slung around you shoulder, it doesn't matter; Mattheo just needs to know that your there.
Mattheo loves when you play with his hair. It gives him this feeling of safety and domesticity.
Tom Riddle:
Tom is more reserved with his touches when in public, but does enjoy interlocking his hand with yours when walking around Hogwarts. Tom claims it's so you don't try to wander off without him knowing.
He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and scratch at his scalp when he's stressed with his studies. It calms Tom down and gives him a moment of reprieve from his school work.
Tom does enjoying cuddling as well. He likes to have your head resting atop his chest, while one of his hands are wrapped around you, and another is wrapped around a book you're reading together. Once you're both done a page, you'll flip to the next page, since both of Tom's hands are occupied.
Theodore Nott:
Every time Theo sees you, he engulfs you in a hug, surrounding your nose with the smell of cigarettes and lime. He cranes his neck down so he can press a lingering kiss on your forehead.
You're surrounded by Theo's touch; his lips, hands, and chest pressed to yours, and you find that you don't hate it.
During mornings, Theo loves to wrap his arms around you, - pulling you back against his chest - and press small kisses to the area where your shoulder and neck connect, nuzzling into it.
When high, Theo likes to rest his head on your stomach while you gently run your hands through his hair.
She/her. Requests are OPEN for Tom Riddle and Aemond Targaryen! Rude=Blocked.FREE PALESTINEReality shifter, writer, and reader.
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