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elinoracia · 11 months

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⁑ Someone else flirts with you // Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, f!reader, use of Y/N, not proofread, swearing (censored) Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader, Leander x reader.

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→ [All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more (7th year)] ←

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Context: Following the events that took place during the 5th year, you became more popular without really wanting it. A few people have started to take a closer interest in you. But you still only have eyes for one person since you arrived. However, a boy has started flirting with you and talking to you more and more often. His name is Spencer Rooks. Spencer is the captain of the Hufflepuff quidditch team, also in 7th year. His soft blue eyes, freckles and blond messy hair could make anyone feel flustered around him. But he only has his eyes on you and the person you like took notice of that. Today, Spencer passed you a note to meet him after class. You chose to accept his offer and listen what he had to say to you. Someone seems to not be too pleased by that... (pre-relashionship)

THEIR REACTION:

Sebastian:

Oh he's pissed. You're his! Well...not yet but you are his! He tolerated Spencer's flirting for way too long. He has to intervene.

"Spencer, leave her alone. Can't you see Y/N is not interested?"

All means are good if it makes him leave you alone. But if Spencer insists too much to talk to you, Sebastian will definitely raise his wand at him. He's not scared to be in detention again.

"Let's leave Y/N. He's not worth you time at all." He takes your hand and leads you somewhere else.

"What a prick! Touching you like that and flirting with you. Trust me, he's not good enough for you."

You ask him if he's jealous and you see him frown.

"I am not jealous, I would just prefer if he didn't exist near you! I-I mean...I know you can take care of yourself but- I just don't like others around you that can't respect you."

He'll cross his arms and will stare into your eyes.

"Next time, tell him you're mine. Tell him you're my girlfriend. And if he tries anything, I won't need my wand to hurt him. Besides, I bet he only likes you because you're Hogwarts hero or something like that...NO! I'm not jealous! I just think you deserve better!"

He will make sure that everyone knows you're his, even if you're not yet in a relationship with him.

He WILL be more affectionate and touchy in public.

He's very possessive and will remind you that you both were best friends before you saved Hogwarts and the wizzarding world in general.

"I liked and still like you for you, don't fall for guys like Spencer who only notice you for what you did. He's an opportunist! And you deserve someone who can see how wonderful you are."

Ominis:

Now he is more discreet about his feelings for you and how he handles jealousy. But when Spencer asked you to meet him after class, Ominis couldn't let that happen. He realises he was too slow to be the first to ask you out and he had to do something...quickly.

"Y/N, is that true that you planned to meet Spencer after class? Well...I advice you to reconsider. He does not seem like a very proper gentleman."

You ask him if he's jealous. You see his cheeks redden.

"Jealous? Why should I be jealous Y/N? You obviously are too good for him. And he does not seem like the type of individual you would be into...isn't he?"

He is worried you are into another boy but he tries to keep his composure.

"I heard a few people gossiping about him. Apparently, he has a new girlfriend every month. You deserve to feel special Y/N."

This might be the first time he pays attention to meaningless gossips. But he just has to convince you not to give Spencer a chance.

"Besides, I might need your help after class to prepare myself for our next potion exam. My concoctions are still utter rubbish and you seem to be the only one who actually make me improve my skills."

Any reason is a good reason if it makes you stay away from the Hufflepuff.

He will sit next to you in every class to make everyone understand you are with him, even if you're not his girlfriend yet...

He will frown everytime he hears you talking to another guy. And if Spencer dares to speak to you, he will drag you away and find an excuse to justify it.

"I hope he was not bothering you. I can make the Headmater expel him if he tries anything inappropriate. Just tell me if anything happens."

He didn't mind boys talking to you but when Spencer got a little to close to you for his liking, he became a bit more protective of you. He doesn't want to let that happen again.

Garreth:

He is not usually the jealous type because he knows you're not interested by the other boys/girls who are flirting with you on a daily basis. But Spencer seemed to have your attention for some reason... And when Garreth is jealous, he is not very classy about it.

"What is going on with Spencer and you? I heard you two whispering during class. Since when the both of you are that close?"

You explain to him you planned to meet up with Spencer after class because he had something to tell you. You hear the red-haired boy scoff.

"I bet he'll confess to you...that idiot. Hum...please tell me you don't reciprocate his feelings?"

He'll try to invite you somewhere else so you don't join Spencer after class. He thinks he is being sneaky about it.

"Please I can't find those ingredients without you, it's very urgent matters! Screw Spencer! Besides, you'd rather spend time with me than him...right?"

You're making the poor boy anxious. He is scared you might find Spencer better than him.

"I can also play quidditch you know? And I bet Spencer is not a talented potionist like I am! I'm just saying..."

You ask him if he's maybe...jealous? He left you no time to finish your last word that he quickly retorts.

"Me? Jealous? Please Y/N, you can't be serious. Why would I be jealous? We're...friends... and he is just some guy. I simply don't want you to shift your attention on him and forget about me, alright?"

You try to reassure him with some light-hearted teasing that he was your favorite flirt and that you couldn't possibly forget about him, even if you tried.

"Well...now I know. Could you maybe repeat the part where you said you could never forget me?"

Amit:

He is really not the jealous type because he understands why and how popular you became. But when he is jealous, he does not dare to talk about it to not seem possessive or selfish. But the way Spencer acts around you doesn't sit right with him...

"Y/N? I hope you don't mind if I bring up a rather...private subject. It's about you and Spencer. I noticed you two during class... Are you perhaps- please stop me if you do not feel comfortable sharing- b-but are you two...together?"

You ask him if he's just curious or maybe... jealous? You see him stiffen at your question.

"J-Jealous? I'm really not! I swear! I just think he might not be the right fit for you... You deserve someone who sees you for who you really are; the shiniest star in the sky. Nothing less..."

You reassure him by certifying that you were not in a relationship with Spencer. You then explain he just asked you to meet you up after class to tell you something. You see Amit slightly frown.

"I...I don't think you should meet with him."

He then instantly apologizes. His facial expression is a mix between confusion and fear. He's torn between telling you not to go or let you do what you want...

Out of the blue, he gently grabs your hand.

"What if I said I also... wanted to see you? Who would you choose?"

You can't help but let out a small chuckle. Of course you would choose Amit over him...over anyone actually. But he is so cute when he is jealous. But you finally give in to his request.

"R-really? You'd rather be with me? Then let's go to Honeydukes after class! I could also let you try the new lense of my telescope!"

Seeing him compete for you attention definitely made you feel really hot... He is so adorable.

Poppy:

She is way too obvious when she is jealous. She just can't hide it. This Spencer boy is seriously getting on her nerves...Why can't he just leave you alone? She's the only one who has the right to be glued to Y/N!

"Hum...Y/N...Are you and Spencer a thing? Because he seems really interested and you don't seem to mind it. I-I'm just curious, that's all! You know you can tell me anything."

She looks nervous and you can see it. She is twisting a strand of her hair between her fingers.

You tell her that Spencer actually asked you to meet him after class. Seeing the look on Poppy's face, you might have actually thought she saw a ghost. She was petrified.

"M-Meet him after class? Does he like you? Do you think he'll confess? Oh Merlin... Do you like this guy?"

She bombards you with questions. You're trying your best to reassure her but she doesn't seem to focus on what you're saying. You then take her hands into yours to calm her down.

"I-I'm sorry. But, as your friend... of course... I am just worried this guy is just not any good for you at all. He doesn't seem like the type to treat you right or anything. And you're worth so much better!"

"And who do I deserve then Poppy?" You asked with a playful giggle. You like to see her all flustered. It was so cute.

"W-Well...maybe someone who like you before all the stuff that happened during 5th year...A-Anyway! It's not about that, we are talking about Spencer here!"

She pouts at your light teasing. She is so terribly obvious about how she feels.

You have to reassure her and tell her that you don't feel anything for the Hufflepuff boy. She lets out a big sigh of relief.

"Good...So...does that mean you're free after class? Wanna do something with me?"

Natty:

Now Natty is very mature and can handle her jealousy very well...that's what she thought until Spencer grew a little too close to you. She usually doesn't mind your multiple admirers but this time it felt different. She has to do something...

"Y/N, I was wondering... Spencer seems quite persistent. Maybe you need help to tell him off?"

You explain to Natty he actually became a good friend and that he wanted to talk to you after class. She keeps a neutral face, not wanting her emotions to get the best of her.

"That is good to hear. I wonder what he has to say to you."

Natty knew exactly what Spencer wanted to talk to you about. But she felt selfish... She was biting her tongue to not say anything more.

"I hope he is not in love with you Y/N. I heard he was quite a flirtatious guys and that he treated his ex-girlfriends very poorly... Yes those are gossips but sometimes they are right! Well...maybe he is just pretending to be nice to you for now, you know how boys are."

She would let you meet Spencer after school but she would overthink about what your response to his confession would be.

"So? What did he say? Tell me everything!" She was trying to keep a smile on her face but she was really really anxious.

As you explained to her, you see her gently relaxing her shoulders. You don't share the same feelings as Spencer, to her delight.

"That's good. He was not right for you anyway." You then dare to ask her why she was so happy you didn't reciprocated his feelings. She was taken aback.

"P-please don't think I was jealous. I just know you well enough to assume he was not your type at all. You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess."

She has never been more relieved you rejected someone. She will keep a close eye on you the next time someone talks to you. She can't let that happen again.

Imelda:

When she is jealous, she usually just bullies you. She hates to see you with other people no matter who they are. So, you can be certain that she cannot stand Spencer being all flirty and chatty with you.

"He just can't leave you alone, can he? Always trying to get your attention. It's so pathetic. Don't give him the time of the day, he's a twat."

You tell her that Spencer asked you to meet him after class. You see her almost explode of rage in front of your very eyes.

"What the f*ck? Who does he think he is? I mean, please let him embarrass himself, I know he doesn't stand a chance...right? Don't tell me you like him? Oh good...not that I care or anything, you do you."

You ask her if she's jealous. She lets out the meanest laugh you've ever heard. Ouch...

"Me? Jealous of him? I can prove it to you that I am, in fact, better than him. I'm also a MUCH better quidditch player. Just saying... Don't look at me like that! I'm not jealous! Just stop hanging out with him, that's all!"

She might sound agressive but she really just needs to be reassured.

"And you promised me to be there at every one of my quidditch practices. And if he doesn't like it, I'm not afraid to punch him in the throat and break his precious broom."

You notice how agitated she is by the fact that Spencer might like you. You say nothing to preserve peace but...how cute it was that she wanted to fight someone for you.

"Forget about him. You deserve a much better contenders for your love. You also deserves someone that is as good as me on a broom. Spencer is way too slow. Why are you smiling at me like that? What did I say?"

She'll make sure you only look at her during practice and during other classes. She'll make sure to remind you that she is the best person to hang out with you.

Leander:

Now he will go about it the hard way to keep people who are interested in you away. He usually straight up lies and tells everyone you are actually his girlfriend so nobody will flirt with you. But Spencer just directly asked you...not fair. He has to do something about it... and now.

"What? He asked you to meet him after class? Well...just don't go? Or tell him you have a boyfriend? Oh come on, it's just a little white lie."

He tries to convince you not to go. But you still want to hear what Spencer has to say.

"Okay but only if I go with you. I can't leave you alone with that creep. Do we have a deal?"

When you wait for Spencer after class, Leander was waiting with you. Leander just couldn't hold back the urge to mark his territory and show that you were his...not officially but in his mind your were his.

"So, please tell us what you wanted to say. Don't be shy."

Leander is touching VERY inappropriately while Spencer tries to speak. He runs his hands down your back, around your shoulders and…on your hips.

You want to stop it but you can't. You...like it. It makes you feel all nervous and you feel your cheeks redden.

At the end, the poor Spencer just gave up and excused himself from the conversation.

"I think he got the message. You're not interested by him and you'll never be. I was helpful, see? "

You scold him gently, telling him how innapropriate that was. He just smirks and chuckles at you. He's so childish...

"Oh don't pretend you didn't like it Y/N. Maybe I should do it more often, that seems to keep the others away."

You stroked his ego unintentionally.

But...what if...nobody stopped you from going?

Spencer:

He waits for you after class. He looks so nonchalent, you almost refuse to think he might confess to you.

"You came! What a relief. I just wanted to tell you that...I know that we've not been friends for long but...hum...I like you. I almost lost my last quidditch match because you were the only thing on my mind."

You were just speechless. Your face was burning up and your cheeks were red. He took notice of that.

"Sorry, I just blurted it out but I'm really serious. I like you Y/N. And if you just let me one chance to prove that I'm worthy of your affection, you won't regret it! Does it sound too corny? I just really like you sorry, I'm letting my heart speak for me right now."

The Hufflepuff's face was also red. He looks so sincere. His blue eyes staring right into yours.

"Do you need time to think about it? I can give you some space. I just... I would give you the world if you ask me to. You're just...so wonderful. But I'll give you the time you want to think about it! Or maybe we could go on a date? Just to make sure I'm your type."

He lets out tiny nervous chuckles as he speaks. He is a blushing mess and he is trying his hardest to speak clearly and not be overwhelmed by his emtions.

Will you give him a chance?

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scribble-dribble-writes · 8 months

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Hello! Would you do a mild angst Buggy x Reader fic? With some fluff at the end? Where Buggy and Reader where a fling back in the day when she suddently disapeared. When raiding a village one day years later he meets a boy that looks like the perfect mix of him and his former lover- finding out that he's his son and she died long ago? Her only legacy was this boy.

Buggy as a father omg AHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭

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One Night

It wasn't enough searching the seas on his own, he wanted to deploy every ship possible. He wanted to dive into the depths of the ocean even if it paralysed him just so he could find the truth about your disappearance. It pulled apart his mind like no other trauma he had ever faced. He drank till he could see the stars or if he was lucky, your face. As a pirate captain, he had been with endless women. Faces he never recognized, voices that never mattered because all they ever did was hold him for the night but you.

He pushed away from the railing, he wanted to scream, to throw this bottle in his hands and break it into shards. His tears weren't enough, he tugged on those gloves as if they were his armour, preventing his fingers from yearning for your warmth. You were the one that slipped away.

A young merchant by a seaside port he had docked once. He had come by your stall demanding you hand over your wages when you stood your ground, looked him in the eye and said no. His henchmen cracked their knuckles behind him as they edged closer but he remembered his hand shooting up, telling them to stop because something within him had shifted.

Noticing his intrigue you had brokered a deal with him instead. To trade all your hand made lanterns instead of the money because no one was buying them and there was no room for you to stock them anymore.

He tilted his head, all the signs pointing towards the fact that you were closing down your shop.

"I have no need for your lanterns.", He scoffed but you shrugged your shoulders, continuing to wipe the glass in your hands.

His crew began to murmur and laugh behind you at your audacity.

"I have a need for the money I've earned. You seem to be doing well for yourself.", you responded looking behind him at his ship and his crew.

He couldn't understand you. You were at his mercy but why was he feeling like he was at yours?

You were an enigma, a map he couldn't read and that was enough of a challenge for him to concoct a plan. Although a pirate, his life was mundane. The same raids, the same celebrations but you were a spark. A different colour he had never seen.

"That is true.", he rolled back on his heels as a smile threatened to spread across his face.

"You can keep your money.", he said turning to catch your eyes again, he heard the silent gasp amongst his crew mates. He had never been this generous before.

"But I would like to hire your services.", he spoke picking up one of your glass lanterns. It puzzled you, you stopped what you were doing as you focused on him, your nervousness now turning into confusion.

"What for?", you asked.

"My circus lights are in need of an upgrade and the quality of your glass is spectacular, along with it's workmanship.", he held the glass up to the light to inspect it.

"I need you to replace all the lights on the ship.", he looked at you and you gasped.

All the lights on the ship, that was two months of work plus the wages. You didn't have to go to bed hungry. Pirate or not, it was honest work and you needed it. So without making him wait for long, you took up the offer.

"When do I start?", you asked.

"The sooner the better.", he hummed flashing you a smile and for second you forgot who he was.

The beauty about the circus was the magic and he embodied it. Never letting you know who he was, elusive like a rabbit in a hat, here one moment, gone the next.

But with every day you boarded the gaudy vessel by the docks, you grew to understand there was more to him. The quiet nights you spent when the town and crew were asleep, to screw on the bulbs and fuse the glass pieces. He kept you company. He wouldn't talk much, but he snuck glances at you and you did the same.

The distance between you, lessened as the days went by and soon he was seated by your side holding up the tools you needed. His soft eyes gazing into yours before looking away. This was a side no one could witness cause he had it sealed. This version of him wasn't up for display.

The nights had become his favourite now, he didn't have to utter a word, make up a joke, exert his authority, he could just sit by your side and listen to sound of the waves. Watch you mix the colours and bring to life the ideas in your head just like he did with his shows and strategies. He didn't have to peel away his clothes to feel seen, your knowing smile after he pulled a stunt or threw a tantrum was enough.

But it was when you had told him it wasn't his fault for all the hurt he carried, after a night he had a little too much to drink and began to writhe in his self hatred, you were there. To hold him up, to quiten these thoughts that were loud in his head and though his vision was blurry, he could never forget the moment you had kissed him then.

You did in the hopes that when he woke up the next morning he would have forgotten about it, but the days after that he looked at you like he had remembered all of it.

It was the final night, the ship rocked gently but the deck was alive. Your lights brought a new life to this ship, it's crew smiling for the first time since you've been here and while you stood in the middle admiring your work, yours eyes found his. There up by the helm, his head resting in his hands with his eyes set only on you.

That was the night, you could never forget. The truth behind you shutting down your shop was not because of poor sales but because you were sick. Only you knew, and you were set to spend the money you had travelling or doing good of some kind, to leave a mark before your time had come.

So this was perfect. Your lanterns would adorn this ship always. You didn't want to bring down the mood of everyone around, so you held this moment to yourself. Nothing could top this feeling of satisfaction.

You stood by the railing, looking out at the sea, the waters dancing under the moonlight and the soft colourful glow from the ship, when he bumped his shoulder gently into yours.

"I feel like we've become friends after all this time.", he said sweetly and you smiled. It was true, he had become your friend. The only man who made you laugh.

But the moment his eyes lingered on yours it was as if he could read your sadness, he jutted his chin towards you in a manner of asking you what was wrong but you shook your head to put him at ease.

"Just that this is my last day on this beautiful ship.", you pushed away to spin around as soft music played. When you came to a halt, your smile so full on your face that when you saw him looking at you, you were certain he was in love. In love with you.

Your tried to hide the sinking feeling but he only made it worse by walking towards you to catch your hands in his, guiding you into a dance that the warmth in his gloves felt soothing from the cold of the night.

"You've made it beautiful.", he said confidently and it stung you. The truth you knew, that you didn't have all the time to offer him.

"You'll always be welcome here.", he continued and you could gauge where this was going.

"Buggy.", you whispered his name, trying to interrupt him but your heart didn't. When would be the next time you would feel loved? You didn't know. So you stayed, documenting his words so that you carry it with you till the end.

"In fact I feel it's time I come clean about about our deal.", He said and his eyes reflected the colour of the lights.

"Somewhere in between these two months, from the first moment I saw you, I've fallen in love with you.", he said, the rhythm picking up in the song that he twirled you around as though you were a star and he was your admirer.

You forgot about the pain in your life and let your heart roam free. Just for this night. When morning came you will cage it and disappear.

You danced around him, escaping from his hold because you couldn't tell him you had fallen for him too. Because that would break him. But he reached for you again, his hands pulling your arms to him that now you couldn't evade him any longer. A vacuum settling over him and you drowning out the music as you gazed into his eyes.

"Say something.", he laughed nervously as though he had put his entire life on the line.

"I cannot offer you an eternity.", you spoke, your smile dying away.

"but I can give you one night.", you let your fingers hold the sides of his face and watched him unravel.

"One night of your love?", he questioned and you nodded your head, sure that he was going to laugh at you.

"That is more love than I've ever received in my life.", he flashed smile just like yours, one mixed with peace and melancholy.

With that he pulled you in, his lips kissing you where he pleased as he stubbled along with you into his quarters, kicking his boots off like he was a drunken sailor, taking you with him as he fell into the bed.

One night, that changed the course of your lives.

Now those memories won't die, in fact they insisted on pestering him, drowning him in the frustration that your words were something he could never hear again.

"Captain, land up ahead.", his crewmate approached him.

"What do you want me to do with that information?", he barked back angrily.

"Do we put down our anchor or pass it by?", the boy answered nervously.

Buggy looked at the island, the lights near the docks reminding him of you again. He groaned.

"Raid it, you fools!", he ordered, stomping away to the helm.

The citizens were wary of his arrival. They scattered away from him as he walked down the streets. Everyone left, except for a little boy. He was by the street corner, juggling glass lanterns as he balanced himself on a unicycle. Buggy stopped in his tracks, the boy's face resembling yours and his dark blue hair looking a lot like his.

"Do we burn down the town?", a deckhand asked him.

"Go back to the ship.", Buggy ordered leaving his crew in confusion. They were reluctant to act on his word that he turned back to yell at them. Telling them to leave.

As they went away, he approached the boy.

"Good day to you, sir. Would you like to see a magic trick?", the boy beamed at him.

Buggy fought back tears, as he crouched down.

"I would.", he said softly and watched as the boy pulled out a card, he tried to hide the card within his tiny fingers to then flip it around quickly to hold up a golden coin instead.

Buggy's heart stopped. The gold coin wasn't an ordinary coin. It carried the seal of his Jolly Roger. One given to crew mates and friends as a means to let people know that they were under his protection.

He tried to take it from the kid but the boy closed his fists on it and drew it back.

"I can't give it to you, sir. It was my mother's.", he stared Buggy down. His eyes the same as yours that Buggy couldn't help but let out a knowing laugh.

"Do you know that coin could fetch you a lot of berry, boy?", he asked to which the boy grew silent, his eyes falling to the floor as sadness seeped into his tiny face.

"I know. But my mother said if I kept it safe, my father will come in search for me.", his sweet words broke through Buggy's facade.

"Where is she?", he asked instantly, wanting to take you and your son home with him. He looked around the market, his heart picking up it's pace in the hopes that he could see you once again.

"She's not here. She's gone home to the clouds, that's what the doctor told me. She can't come back from there.", he heard the boy say and understood what it meant that he broke down to sit on the dirt road. The innocence in the boy's face now replaced with a grief he was too young to understand.

Buggy reached for the lanterns the boy owned, it looked similar to the ones you had made.

"Would you like to buy them? I know how to make more of those.", the boy chirped, his eyes looking up at Buggy with the expectation of making money.

Now that made him feel like he was looking straight into a mirror, he smiled.

"Did your mother tell you about your father?", he asked only for the boy to jump up.

"Oh yes. He owned a huge ship. Travelled across all the seas, fought bad guys and sea monsters. He also had blue hair just like me.", The kid said with evident excitement.

Buggy reminisced your presence, that you left your mark in everything and everyone. That even now, you had made sure the boy knew him as someone good and that was how you had seen him. Buggy met the expectant eyes of the boy and slowly removed his captain's hat.

"Blue hair like mine?", he asked and watch the gears turn in his head.

The kid reached for his hat to run his finger over the crest. Placing the coin next to it, he drew in a gasp. It was a match. The crest was the same as the one on the coin. Buggy prepared himself to explain more, but all he felt was the sudden force with which the child ran into his arms. He wrapped his hands around him and Buggy knew he was never going to be the same again.

"You came. You came for me.", the boy cried and Buggy couldn't help but let the tears he held back roll down his cheek.

He had found you, a part of you and that was all he could ask for.

He wiped away the tears as he carried the boy.

"Now come on, I've got to show you my ship.", he said with a dramatic flair as he walked down the street with his son in his arms.

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many-shades-of-violence · 8 months

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being part of their crew I Heart Pirates

characters: Law, Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, Ikkaku

content: fluff, slice-off life, mention of Law x Reader

a/n: I made a fanfiction out of this headcanon. Read the first chapter here or continue on AO3

You met the Heart Pirates under unique circumstances, being saved by them in your hometown, when some goons trampled on your cherished log report to taunt you.

Law quickly recognized your potential when he returned you the trampled log report, snatching only a quick but convincing glance that promised him the log keeper he was on the lookout for.

What first began as a quick treatment of your wounds on his side, ended in an invitation to join his crew. Even though you were a bit hesitant at first, the promise of a very own embroidered boiler suit, a study to write in and a polar bear on board, quickly convinced you.

You've integrated into the Heart Pirates as the crew's dedicated log keeper, entrusted with the crucial responsibility of meticulously documenting their tumultuous journey through the wild waters of the Grand Line.

Your exceptional talent for capturing the essence of each battle and encounter solidified your role as an indispensable member of the crew very quickly. Your journal becomes a repository of the crew's adventures, preserving their legacy and tales for the future.

Recognizing your wistful mind, Law starts to invite you to join him in crafting intricate battle strategies. The symbiotic relationship you share forms an unparalleled strategy duo, consistently outwitting opponents.

Shachi and Penguin, adopting the roles of protective older brothers, extend their watchful care over you. Their playful teasing is underpinned by genuine affection, and they find solace in your presence, appreciating the warmth you contribute to the crew's dynamic. Although their antics might occasionally test your patience, once having made the fault to snatch your log book without consent, they remain steadfast companions.

When it comes to culinary endeavors, chaos ensues when you, Penguin, and Shachi venture into the kitchen. Laughter reverberates as you navigate through culinary mishaps. However, beware of crossing the line, as Law's stern reprimand awaits those who push the boundaries of chaos too far, especially when he´s studying.

Your bond with Bepo deepens as you share books, knowledge on information processing and delight in mutual indulgence in sweet snacks. You assist Bepo in honing his navigation skills, acquiring knowledge that bolsters your own capabilities as you become his dependable aide during moments of crisis e.g. smudged ink on a newly drawn map.

Ikkaku, the accomplished mechanic of the crew, becomes your confidante and partner in gossip, relaying intriguing stories she picks up along the way. As she has a reputation to uphold as one of the few female crew members, her tendency for shopping sprees occasionally takes her away on the mainland. If you ever decide to embrace a more glamorous appearance, Ikkaku is your go-to stylist, although candid remarks from Penguin and Shachi's might follow, much to Law's nonchalant displeasure.

As time marches on, an unspoken connection blossoms between you, the crew and particularly the captain. Stolen glances and subtle gestures with the latter convey sentiments that words have yet to articulate. If the crew, - and especially Penguin and Shachi- catches wind of the blossoming romance and endeavors, they’ll play matchmaker in their idiosyncratic ways. Be ready for a lot of precipitating moments that range from heartwarming to utterly chaotic.

Bound by the aspiration to compile the quintessential travel log leading to the One Piece, you share a dream of unraveling the enigmas concealed within the treasure and the Void Century.

You're well aware that there are numerous contenders for this goal, with the Straw Hat and Kid Pirates being the most prominent among the Worst Generation. Nevertheless, you are confident that your crew will be the one to achieve it, and you willingly and wholeheartedly devote yourself to that cause.

#one piece #op #heart pirates #shachi #penguin #bepo #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #my stuff #writing #heart pirates x reader #swallow island gang #ikkaku

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Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):

September 1 - Free Space

September 2 - First Flight | Riley

September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana

September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam

September 5 - Fishing | Camping

September 6 - Day Off | Vacation

September 7 - Memories | The Future

September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day

September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Captain America Week:

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

September 11 - Workout | Team Training

September 12 - Shield | Legacy

September 13 - Interview | Rumor

September 14 - Magic | Multiverse

September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia

September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor

AU Week:

September 17 - Wings | Angel

September 18 - Western AU | Cowboy

September 19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU

September 20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing

September 21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU

September 22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

September 23 - Birthday 🎂🧁

Canon Week:

September 24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.

September 25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run

September 26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda

September 27 - Post-Blip | TFATWS

September 28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat

September 29 - Uniform | Cap Suit

September 30 - Sam Wilson

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month.

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you!

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!

#samtember2023 #sam wilson #sam wilson event #fan event #marvel #captain america #tfatws #captain america 4 #the falcon and the winter soldier

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averagewriter-inthedark · 1 year

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AverageWriter-InTheDark’s Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Link to my other Masterlists

Key: 🤍 - Personal favs, ♥️ - popular works, 📝 - series in progress, 💌 - series completed, ⏳- coming soon, 🧸 - OC not y/n, 📨 - requested works (currently open) rules for requests

Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Series

Living Up To The ‘Legacy’ 🧸🤍♥️💌

Imagines:

The Parent Trap 🤍♥️

Lover 📨♥️

My Heart Will Go On | Titanic AU 🤍♥️

Headcanon:

Rooster’s Ballerina ♥️

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines):⏳

Her Lover

Lt. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Imagines:

She’s Still Preoccupied With 1985 🤍♥️

Got Ink? 📨♥️

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet

In The Name Of Love

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines):

Queen of the Uneven Bars (FHOTB)

The 1985s

Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Imagines:

I Want My MTV 📨♥️

Barbie Girl 📨🤍♥️

Time of Our Lives | Dirty Dancing AU 📨🤍

Now That We Don’t Talk

Headcanons:

SFW Alphabet

Social media au:

The High Note Princess (IWMM)

Y/n Likes The Snow

Lt. Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

Imagines:

Love Rises From The Ashes 📨

Headcanons:

Fluffy headcanons

Social Media AUs:

Resident Bad Boy ⏳

Lt. Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia

Imagines:

His Reason to Fanboy 📨

Headcanons:

On The Floor

Lt. Javy “Coyote” Machado

Imagines:

Hollywood’s Angel 📨

Headcanons:

Fluff headcanons

Social Media AUs

Surf n Turf

Lt. Ruben ‘Payback’ Fitch

Headcanons:

Different Type of Runway | Model!reader

Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell

Series

Living Up To The ‘Legacy’ (daughter!OC)🧸🤍♥️💌

Always The One 🧸⏳

Imagines:

It’s A Long Way To The Top 🤍♥️

The Rockstar, Her Husband, & Their Dagger Ducklings

Daughter of Rock N Roll 📨

Strut Like You Mean It 📨

The Doc is In 📨

Social Media au (goes with series/imagines)

Y/n & The Romantics (IALWTTT)

Multiple Characters

Imagines:

Bigger Than The Whole Sky 🤍♥️

Parabellum | John Wick AU 🤍

When It’s Cold, I’d Like To Die

Before He Cheats 📨

They Did The Monster Mash

Athlete!reader inserts:

For The Gold | Track & Field | Hangman pairing 🤍♥️

Flying High…On The Bars P.2 | Gymnastics | Bob pairing🤍♥️

Winging It | Soccer | Fanboy pairing ⏳

You’re My Grand Slam | Tennis | Phoenix pairing ⏳

Spike It Baby | Beach Volleyball | Coyote Pairing ⏳

Queen Of The Halfpipe | Snowboarder | Hangman pairing 📨♥️

Formula To My Heart | F1 Diver | Maverick pairing 📨

Ridin’ The Waves | Surfing | Coyote Pairing 📨

Dribbling for Love | Basketball | Payback Pairing ⏳

Headcanons:

The Dagger Squad Takes Universal Studios 🤍

Dagger Baby ♥️

The Dagger Squad as the Great Houses of Westeros

It’s Snuggle Time 📨

Last updated: 30 October 23

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Tag list: @avaleineandafryingpan, @caitsymichelle13, @poppyalice2001, @cutelittlepotatofry, @luckyladycreator2, @americaarse, @elenavampire21, @back-tooo-black, @wildellaa, @artemissunn, @pinkpantheris, @kmc1989

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weaper-reaper · 1 year

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Eventuality Pt.6

NSFW CONTENT // MINORS DNI

1, 2, 3+4, 5

Wc~3400 CW: Fluff, Smut, BJ’s, Angst, but only kinda, outside smhucking

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Captain Price hadn’t taken me out on a mission since then. He either thought it was too risky, or that I was the risk. Hardly twenty hours passed since I woke before pulled me into his office and chastised me, reminding me of my real role here; and he was right. I was here to help, yet all I’d really accomplished was endanger everyone else that night. Something he said then stuck with me for the rest of the week.

‘Your father would never have let that happen.’

Half-way across the world from where I saw him for the last time, and yet I could never escape his ghost. His eternal legacy followed me everywhere, and I stood inferior in his wake. I cried that night too, for the first time in a long time alone in an empty room. Tears of frustration over my own idiotic fuckeups. I compromised the safety of the same people I took an oath to protect.

My heart ached to reach out for comfort, but Konig had been sent out on another recon mission days prior. Price found some kind of technology on our target from before, and it alerted them to a second location. I was practically lowest on the totem pole, so any relevant information anyone might have had regarding the captain and the other KORTAC men, were no more than rumors drifting around the empty base by the few soldiers that remained. The sandy dunes felt even more barren with so many gone. I hadn’t interacted with anyone outside of my work, so by the end of my shift I returned to my equally as barren room- loathing the lonely simplicity.

I tossed my jacket onto the steel desk welded to the wall, door swinging shut behind me. Just as it clicked a paper slid from out my breast pocket. I watched in silence as it floated to the floor face down. It settled on the hard ground, a starch white sheet collected with the dust. I stared at it there, kicked my boots from my feet and eventually turned to enter the bathroom. So the photo stayed there, another three days. Everyday I came back, or passed it when I woke, I thought about picking it up. Binding it tight within my jacket again.

But it was too heavy.

Price’s group returned eventually, the mission went smoothly from what I heard echoed in the halls. No hiccups, save for some typical scrapes and scratches I offered to help clean up.

I was in the infirmary when Soap crashed through my doors yelling.

“Right where I left ya!” He was loud, and I could tell even from my distance that he had too much to drink. His breath stunk of whiskey, or scotch. I couldn’t tell. That stupid smile plastered over his blotched face. “It’s like you haven’t even moved,” he laughed out, hand smacked flat against my desk when he approached. Besides his thickening accent, his movements were smooth and slow and I knew he was drunk off his ass, a displeased look was probably evident on my face. I said nothing.

“Come’on Mack~” He purred, pulling me up from my seat by my bicep. “Am going out on the randan! eh.. night troops, och!” His toe stubbed the edge of a cot, and the movement jerked me towards him suddenly.

We fell back onto the cot, but I caught myself on my arms extended above him. He flailed lazily underneath me, laughing, “Oops.” He shrugged out, and a hand rested on my hip. I scoffed and made a move to push off him, but the hand at the top of my jeans tightened and pulled me that much closer to his hard and toned body.

“Oi where you off to Bonnie lass..” He cooed and I shoved his hand off me, a noise scratched at the doorway behind us. I turned my head to look, but Soap replaced his hand over the small of my back and tugged, pulling me down on top of him harshly. His other free arm reached out and tugged the curtain that hung from the wall around us with a loud ‘shhhuck’. He laughed again and shouted out, “A bit of privacy here, eh mate?”

My brows raised, someone was at the door. I scrambled to my feet, and Soap let me go this time- his fun over. I swung the curtain back and the chain scratched against its railing. Konig hovered in the doorway and my stomach dropped. We made eye contact only briefly before he curtly turned to leave. His body disappeared down the hallway and I moved to chase him.

“Konig!” I shouted, adjusting my shirt and rushing after him. The length of his legs let him reach the end of the hallway before I was even out of the door. He made a sharp turn right and continued his way out of the main building. “K-Konig!” I shouted again, following him out.

The entrance doors slammed shut behind me, the cold and brisk air pricked at my skin, drawing away all the heat my body provided me. It pulled my emotions up angrily, and I skirted to a stop, “Konig! Stop, please.” I practically begged out into the pitch black night.

He did, a few feet in front of me, a cloth mask shadowing his face making it appear even more dark and distant than normal. I huffed when he stopped moving, back towards me. I approached him slowly, until I was but an arms distance from his front. His head turned off to the side and he avoided looking down at me. His eyes were cloaked in the dark, two holes mirrored the empty pit in my stomach.

“You didn’t tell me you were back.” I spoke softly, searching for every slight movement he didn’t make. Standing as still as usual, as if any moment he would turn into stone and never have to face me. Was he embarrassed about what happened between us before? Was it a lapse in judgment at the time for him? Adrenaline running, looking for any kind of release.

I cleared my throat when he didn’t respond. “Uhm, nothing happened with Soap just then..” I cast my eyes down at our boots. I wondered if he wore them when he was out of uniform too.

“He’s,” I faltered, “He’s just drunk, all the guys got back and talked about a liquor stash and-“ I stopped myself from rambling. I glanced up at Konig again, his face had turned slightly towards me, watching me talk but his eyes were still dark and unreadable. I licked at my chapped lips, the cold desert doing me no favors.

“Konig,” I whispered out for the upteenth time, leaning closer to him. “Please, talk to me.”

The door behind us slammed open again, and I was quickly pulled around the corner of the building, Konig’s hands either side of my face. He huffed angrily above me, watching the small drunk crowd that stumbled their way over the courtyard. My breath caught in my throat when his eyes met mine, after the wasted soldiers faded from view. For the first time in weeks I saw the steel blue of his eyes again. I greedily drank the sight of him in, hunched low over me so that I could meet his gaze without having to crane my head up too far. His large body encompassed mine completely. I must’ve been just an afterthought when God made him, a boulder- no, an entire cliff face made from the purest carved stone, and I was just a speck in the sea that sat below him. Dreaming all my life that I could see over the top of his enormity.

Those eyes bore through mine, and I itched to touch him again. He was so close. I reached a shaky hand up to where the warmth radiated out of his chest. His gloved hand caught my wrist before it could touch him, but his heat burned through the dense cloth anyway, warming up all the goosebumps that shivered their way up my arm.

Frustration coursed through my blood, “What the hell is wrong with you!” I shouted more than asked. “You were practically begging for my touch a week ago, and now you can’t even look at me.”

“I waited,” I continued, words spilling as my patience faded, “Since you left me in that cot, Konig, I waited for you for so long.” Tears brimmed the corner of my eyes, and I blinked them away angrily. “You’ve been back for how many days now and you didn’t even bother to come see me.” I tugged at my wrist, attempting to pull it away from his hold, but he didn’t budge even in the slightest. Soaking up my words. I huffed again and threw my head up at the sky.

“Nothing even happened with Soap, you just have shitty timi-“

His lips were on mine.

Warm, wet, desperate lips smothering mine. I kissed him back without hesitation, arms pulling his neck down, a frantic attempt to pull him closer to me. We made out half-hazardously like this until my lips burned and his tongue grew scorching hot. Both of his giant arms caged my body against his, chest to chest until the outside was no longer cold. I could feel the beat of his heart as it pounded into my own rib cage, syncing with the rapid beating of my own. He’d thrown his mask down, I saw it over his bicep on the dirty ground. The scruff of his hair scratched my cheek when he buried his face in my neck. He didn’t have a balaclava on like usual, and if it was possible, my heart thumped faster. Not even when I helped patch him up that first day had I seen his face, yet here he was. Completely exposed to only me and the night sky.

He started to pull back and I squeezed my eyes shut. He puffed a laugh out into the air when he retreated from me, arms still wrapped tight around my center. The only noise that he let fill the air for what felt like forever and I swooned. The melodic noise coaxing my eyes open. The moon was nowhere to be found in the night sky, and the floodlights did nothing from round the corner. The only distinct features I could see were those bright steel eyes, and the tip of his strong hooked nose. He stood up tall and straight and I creened my neck up to remain close to him.

“Maus..” He whispered into the air between us, like it was a breath, barely audible. But all of my senses were focused into him, and I ached to share the same space as him. His thumb came up to wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. Gentle and slowly he pulled me from him to look me over head to toe. I let him do his little examination. His hands hovered over the side of my temple, only a slight pain remained.

“I’m fine, Konig.”

“Say it again.” He spoke after me, immediately.

I paused, “What?”

He tipped his head to the side and I swooned.

“My name.”

“Konig.” I said slowly, letting each syllable form whole in my mouth.

His lips were on mine again, considerably more gentle and light then before. Every bit of him threw me for a spiral. He wanted me, he didn’t, he ‘couldn’t stay away from me’ but then made me chase after him. My head spun, but I had no choice other than play his game and go at whatever page he set. I was ready for this, I craved all my life for someone’s love and attention, and I wouldn’t deny him his if he asked for it.

His body pressed me tight against the cold wall, pinned between his furnace-hot warmth and the bite of the cold stone made my bones shiver. I let my hand slide from the back of his neck to his lower stomach and he groaned, deep and guttural. It made my insides twitch. He placed a large hand flat over mine when it lowered, cupping his rapid growing hardness with both our hands and forcing mine still.

“I’m sorry,” he bit out embarrassed.

“What for?” I asked, he twitched under me at the sound of my voice. I bit back a smile.

He sighed out heavily, and it sounded more like a whine then anything. His fingers held my hand still and he breathed out heavy, forehead returning to my shoulder.

“I can’t,” He bit back, “I can’t control it around you.”

His voice shaky and innocent, it took everything in me to not moan out loud right there. Here this giant hunk of a man stood, twelve times the size of any average Joe, and quivered under my touch. I clenched my palm closed around him and another breathy huff escaped him. He shook his head in my neck, pressing soft kisses and whispers there.

His hands fisted into my sides and his voice was strained as he spoke, “Maus, wait.” He pulled his hips back, forcing my hand to drop from the length of him. “I want to do it properly, you deserve-

“Babe,” I interrupted, and he stilled at the use of the name, I used his hesitation to grab at his belt and tug his to me. The bulge in his pants stuck rough against the center of my stomach, just below my belly button.

“Are you able to calm down then?” I questioned, eyeing the comically obvious thing below us. I didn’t get to look at him when we fooled around before, but even through his pants he looked massive. Like every other part of him, and with what I remembered- my hands tingled.

He shook his head, “You smell good, my little Maus. You surround me.” My face heated up when he spoke. He talked like this sometimes, as if it was a normal thing to say and it ruined any composure I thought I had.

I dropped to my knees and unzipped his tan cargo pants in a swift movement, palming him through his boxers.

“Scheiße! What are you doing?” He yelped, hands reaching to the pits of my arms in an attempt to pull me up. I wiggled out of his grasp and centered his hips in front of me. “M-Mau-

“Shut up Konig.” I mumbled, bringing my face close to his pelvis, planting gentle kisses against his clothed length. “We have to get you calmed down somehow, right?”

He choked back a moan and settled both of his hands palm flat against the wall behind me, still hunched over.

With an new invigorated courage I pulled the waistband of his boxers down, and his hardness sprung out into the cold air- glistening with wetness, a glob of pre dripped down from the tip of his slit and I tapped at it with the pad of my finger, then placing it flat on my tongue. Konig made a noise in his throat above me, and bent forward even more, leaning the most of his weight over his forearms on the wall. He was swollen and shaking, cock an angry dark color.

I wrapped my hand around his base, stroking upwards once. The statue above me tensed, and I could see his abdomen quake in direct line of my sight. I didn’t bother to look up at him, knowing the moment I did I’d loose all confidence.

Sticking my tongue out I let the head of him fall against the muscle, he was salty and hollow. He tasted like sweat, and more pre-weaped from him so much that I thought for a second he finished just then. There was a sharp inhale from above me as I wrapped my mouth closed around his tip. His hips recoiled slightly, and I followed his movement back, taking more of him in my mouth.

“S-so warm.” He whispered out, hand finding the top of my shoulder to slow how much I pushed into him. “Scheisse.. so so so warm.” He muttered curses in German over and over again, egging me to pull more of those noises from needy form. His thumb caressed up the bottom of my jaw, rubbing at where it stretched open wide. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he stared down at me, but I let my eyes close instead focusing on opening up my throat to let the entire thickness of him in.

There was another groan either he or I made when the tip of his dick touched at the back of my throat. I choked over his girth and my eyes glossed over behind their lids. He pulled almost all the way out when the dirty noise reached him, afraid he hurt me probably. I fisted the base tighter, and started a slow rhythm- my hand reaching my lips every time as he slid back across my tongue. One of his knees popped loose, and he involuntarily jerked the entire length of himself down my throat. I flexed back an inch before grabbing at his hip bones to pull him back into me.

He muttered apologies down at me, stumbling over his words. “Can you do that again, Liebling?” He asked finally, hand sliding up my cheek, settling on cupping down my jaw, just under my ear. He moaned again when I hummed in agreement around him, taking him almost completely into my mouth and hovering for a moment- my throat clenching in effort to swallow all of him down.

We did that a handful of times until he was a mess above me, and I was able to take him all the way in. I pulled back countless times to gasp for breath, and every time he let me regain my composure. Slinging praises down at me, telling me how good I felt around him and asking if I was okay.

He helped set the pace for me too, sliding his hips in and out of the tight seal my mouth made- wet noises squelching when he went just a little bit too far, groans always quickly following.

Both hands cupped my face now, and he pulled his cock almost completely from my overstretched mouth, then slid back in slowly, inching my face to take him deeper and deeper. My teeth scraped at his base and he whined, I was afraid I hurt him for a moment.

“Bitte, Mause, please again.” He begged, and I let my hands wrap around the mass of his muscled and tense thighs, taking him deeper until I couldn’t breath and grind the tips of my teeth at his rough base. His pubic hair scratched at my face and he apologized again for it, asking for more more more.

I could tell he was close now, his muscle twitched underneath me and he moved his hands from my face, settled at my shoulders, attemping to nudge me away. “Maus, slow down.” He pleaded and I hesitated a moment before taking him all the way inside me once more.

I kept him lodged deep as he came, whisper-shouting German curses up at the sky, fingers and thighs twitching with his release. His warmth spread in my mouth and I swallowed as much I could, the rest pooled out of the corner of my mouth, dribbling down my front.

After a second he pulled himself from me with a ‘smack’ and wrapped his large hand around himself, tugging at it rougher than I had. More of his thick cum seeped from him, and drooped down into the ground below. He tucked himself back into his pants and reached down to pull me up to him, nose buried in my hair grabbing me taut against the lean muscle of his body.

He hugged me, one hand at the back of my head, the other wrapped around both of my hips. Gently, like I would fall apart in his arms if he squeezed me too hard. “Danke, Liebling,” he sighed content, “You are too good to me, little Maus.” I hummed into him, my throat aching too much to speak any good words. I latched onto the fabric of his shirt and pressed my body against him.

A noise scuffed around the courtyard and we both whipped our heads over to look- clinging to the other.

Soap made his way out of the building and into the dark, one foot stumbling over the other. Konig and I held each other still in the shadows- half praying he didn’t look over. He was singing something in Gaelic under his breath, but ultimately made his way over to the barracks where he disappeared behind yet another door.

We both let out a laugh, tension escaping out bodies in waves. He scooped me up into his arms after my heaves died down and spun me in a circle, then set my feet gently back down onto the ground, scooping up his discarded mask along the way. I put my mouth up to his ear when he rose back up.

“Take me back to my room, Konig.” I whispered, and he obliged happily, trailing behind me so close I could feel his thighs brush against the back of mine with every step.

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miela · 7 months

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Shattered Memories • Chapter X: The Return of a Hero • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Heartfelt Angst, F L O O F Y Fluff Chapter Warnings: back to a regular-sized chapters lmao Extra: next chapter is gonna be smut and it might be posted before the next update. Word Count: 3.4k

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It’s been no more than fifteen minutes since Peter left and you were in the conference room holding the Helmet of the Iron Suit of your late father. You were sitting on the table again as you looked out the window at the New York City skyline in contemplation as the ghosts of Peter’s words echoed and danced around your head.

Me, a hero, you thought.

You knew that you used to be an Avenger. You used to be a damn good one actually, but that didn’t mean that you were a good hero. Anyone can save a life but not everyone can truly be a hero. And now that you think about it, you don’t think you ever saw yourself as a true hero.

You didn’t see yourself like how you saw Steve.

You didn’t see yourself like how you saw Nat.

You didn’t see yourself like you saw your dad.

And you certainly didn’t see yourself like how you saw Peter.

You were meant to be a legacy, not a hero. You were meant to change the world through business and philanthropy. That was your place.

You were Corporate America, not Captain America.

If Peter really knew what happened five years ago, he would understand why you couldn't see yourself as a hero. If he knew how you're responsible for the pain and loss and downfall of many people because of your selfishness, he would understand why you tucked your suit in a far corner. You were doing a favor by staying in your place as an American Sweetheart and not an American Hero.

Then…if that’s the case why do you feel this yearning? Like you're supposed to be out there doing more?

You sighed and looked down at the helmet that your father once wore. Inside of it was a message that he left for you years ago that you refused to look at because you knew that it was his farewell message to you and that meant that it was final and that he wasn't coming back.

You felt that now was the time to see it.

You activated the system in the helm as a hologram came up through the eyes of the mask. You clicked around until you found the file that read "FOR ELDEST LITTLE ME" which brought a smile to your face.

You took a deep breath and pressed play. A life-sized hologram of your dad came up.

Hey Daughter number one, I hope you never have to see this message. But it’s like you say many times “shit happens, and it’s our responsibility to be prepared for it.” So I’m taking a page out of your book and doing just that. Preparing for the shit that may or may not happen.

If you’re seeing this message that means I’m dead. Or I lived and you got nosey and I forgot to delete this. Whatever. If I’m alive, delete this right now or I’ll hide all your guitars in some off-shore estate of ours. Including the one on your bedroom wall. If I’m dead then…well, stay tuned.

I’m going to cut right to the chase. Don’t blame yourself for my death. None of this is on you. There was nothing you could have done to save me and I mean nothing. Things played out exactly how they were supposed to. You did everything you were supposed to and I’m so proud of you.

I want you to live your life and I want you to be happy. I know you’re gonna love Morgan and I know that you and Pepper will take care of each other. You’re gonna grow to be this powerful person in the world just like you always wanted to be. This world will try and knock you down because you are different and you constantly break the status quo, even if I specifically told you not to. Keep being a swiftie, keep playing guitar, keep dancing, keep creating things, and keep being a little smart ass too. I don’t want you to blame yourself for something that you had no control over.

You will make mistakes, some probably as big as mine and I’m sorry that you have to be left with the mess I made in my lifetime. People will try to knock you down because of me. People will try to discourage you because of me. People will try to destroy you because of me. You will have enemies everywhere and at some point it will probably cause you to be your own worst enemy. So here’s a word of advice from your dear ol’ dad:

“Don’t give up before you can see what happens when you persevere.”

Yes, I came up with that quote because I am a freaking genius.

Remember what I always told you. “Behind that heart of iron, there is gold.” You are headstrong, stubborn and so damn rebellious but it’s because you care about others, you care about making this world a better place, and you care about saving the earth that we all live on.

And for that, you are a hero, whether you believe it or not.

I love you, 3000, (Y/N). When the time comes, I'll see you on the flipside.

By the time the message ended, you were crying. You picked up the Iron mask and leaned your forehead against it. You let out a sob as a wave of emotions washed over you.

“Thank you, dad…” you whisper to the mask. “I love you, 3000.”

You sat there and cried for a good twenty minutes before you calmed down. You took a deep breath, got up, and walked into the office of the penthouse, a place you avoided like the plague because of all the memories of Tony Stark living in it.

You were unlocking all types of bravery today.

When you stepped inside you walked over to the desk and set down the mask right in the center of it before patting it softly two times. You walked around the office and looked around at the different decor and pictures that were placed nicely on shelves and the desk. There was a picture of you, Pepper and Tony and another one with Morgan, Pepper and Tony. They made you smile as you looked over and noticed another two pictures.

One was of you and Peter.

You both were hugging each other cheek to cheek with big smiles on your faces. You noted how young you both looked and how happy you both were with youthful twinkles in your eyes and baby faces much like how you were in the scrapbook pictures. The other picture was of you, Peter, and Harley all making funny faces and wearing Stark Internship tee shirts as a joke (and as proof for Aunt May and Harley's mom that they're doing something other than Avenger's Hero work). You giggled to yourself.

"All the clues I needed, right in here in the only place I didn't look," you smile to yourself. "Figures."

You set the photo back down as a notification popped up on your stark specs.

"A message from Spiderman," FRIDAY chimed. "Or better yet, your boyfriend."

You hummed in amusement with a smile. "Open it please."

"Certainly."

Through the specs, you could see a picture of the Avengers Tower in the distance and a red webbed hand doing a finger heart at it. The caption was a red heart. Your smile widened as you faced the window, did a finger heart at it, and sent him a picture of it with a heart caption back.

You wanted to ask him how patrolling was going, but your mind decided on other things. You made your way to your room down the hall and made a beeline to the walk-in closet filled with your business clothing that you would rather keep there than at home. You walked inside and made your way to the very back and stopped at the long mirror that stood in front of you. You sighed and put your hand on the hidden scanner on the side of the mirror. A blue light Illuminated around your hand.

"Welcome back, Silk," the system said as the mirror turned around and revealed your spider suit. "It's been a long time."

You looked at the white, black, and red one-piece with minimal gold details and minimal blue LED lights. You had almost forgotten what it looked like and you were about to remember what it felt like.

You smiled. "Yeah, it has."

Next thing you know you were in the suit, with your full white mask on and your white hood up. It was just as comfortable as you remembered. It felt liberating, freeing and right wearing the suit and now you were going to put it to the test. You strapped on your web shooters and tested them to make sure that they still work. Then you made your way to the platform outside.

"Shall I notify, Peter?" FRIDAY asked through your mask.

"No," you replied with excitement and nervousness flowing through your body. "I'll surprise him."

You took a deep breath that came out more shaky than you would’ve liked. You haven't done this in so long and you honestly felt like you were going to run into a building or something. And although you can make webs from your fingertips, you haven’t really haven’t used your webs in a while either, so you opted for the web shooters that you also used in combat before.

Oh god, what if the fluid is no good anymore? You thought.

"You're afraid,” FRIDAY stated.

"Is it obvious?” You asked as you took the web fluid container to check it from the web shooter. “I haven't done this in five years."

"Just like your first time, it’s a leap of faith."

“FRI, that leap of faith could have me seeing my father on the flipside much sooner than planned.”

“You could summon an iron suit for emergency purposes.”

"You're right." You took a deep breath and put the container back in the slot of the web shooter. "Here goes faith."

And with that, you ran across the platform and dove off. The fall was terrifying but invigorating. The wind was harsh and cold but in an instant reaction, your suit auto-warmed you. You shot a web from the shooter as it attached to a building and you swung across the veins of the city. Once you got the hang of it from your muscle memory, you flung yourself high up in the sky over some of the buildings and did a flip. You could hear people from down below pointing you out and you waved as you passed by them. You smiled from behind your mask as you swung and ran on the side of buildings, careful to not hit windows. You landed on top of a building and laughed happily to yourself as your heart raced in your chest.

You almost couldn’t believe you gave this up. Almost.

"Man, I missed this."

"Spiderman detected nearby. About five blocks over." FRIDAY stated as she showed you his location.

"Thanks, FRI."

You swung and leaped from building to building until you felt your senses tingle. You land on the building where he was at. He was spider-squatting (as you two called it) on the edge and looking down at the street. You began walking quietly over to him.

"Friend detected," FRIDAY chimed. "Hello Karen."

"Hello FRIDAY," Karen chimed back.

You lay your hands on his shoulders softly and his body instantly relaxed at your touch. You sensed a form of happiness from him.

"You came," you could hear the smile in his voice.

You leaned against him, wrapped your arms around his waist, and hugged him from behind. He turned his head towards you as you rested your chin on his shoulder. He kisses your cheek through his mask as heart emotes pop up on the screen through your mask lenses. Your face burned.

"I did."

"What changed your mind?"

"I wanted to see your ass in the suit again."

Peter laughed in response. “Is that why you made the suit so form-fitting?”

“No,” you replied with a giggle. “But I’m certainly not complaining.”

“I’m not complaining about yours either,” he said lowly in your ear which caused your face to burn even more.

He smirked under his mask knowing what your silence meant.

"How long have you been staking out here?"

"Since I sensed you like three minutes ago," he explained.

You smiled and then moved to sit next to him. "I decided to try the hero thing again. If I'm gonna do it with anyone, I'm glad it's you."

He was looking at you when you looked back at him. He then moved his covered hand to cradle your masked face gently and you leaned into it as your mask showed you closing your eyes. His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek gently and you let out a soft breath at the sweetness of it all.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly with obvious worry in his voice. "I sensed your sadness earlier."

You look up at him with a covered smile. "I'm okay. I just found a message from my dad and it just kinda got to me," you explained and put your hand over his. "But I'm okay."

"You sure?"

You nodded and then stood up.

“Let’s go protect the little guy,” you held your hand. “Together.”

He took your hand and stood up. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

You nodded. “Me too.”

Both of you swung through the streets of New York City. You stopped several things from happening including petty thefts, muggings, car accidents, and children from getting themselves into danger unintentionally. You mostly assisted more than anything, which neither of you minded since it’s been a while since you’ve done any heroic justice work.

After a while, you guys stopped and got some food to replenish the energy you used. Peter settled with a sandwich while you got a wrap and you guys split your food in half and gave it to one another. You both sat on the edge of the roof of a lower-rise building scanning the streets for any suspicious activity.

"You got one thing wrong earlier," you started. "In your big ass rom-com speech."

"Oh?" Peter looked at you. "Enlighten me."

"Draco Malfoy and Aaron Warner aren't my book boyfriends anymore," you smirked. "I've moved on from them."

"Oh really?" Peter mused. "Care to share with the class?"

"Why? So you can feel some type of way about him too? Nah I'm good."

"Oh, come on!"

You giggled and took another bite of your wrap. "I'll tell you once he's ready to meet you."

He scoffed and shook his head with a playful smile. "I'll just ask Morgan."

You snorted. "She probably does know. Speaking of, she told me you helped her out yesterday. Thank you for that."

"Don't mention it," he smiled and took the last bite of his sandwich.

You looked out into the skyline of the city and scanned over its beauty before letting out a sigh. You felt the happy chemicals working through your body over time and smiled to yourself as you finished your food.

"So," you began. "I know this question is annoying as hell but what do you plan on doing after college?"

"I have a few options," Peter started. "But the two that resonate with me most are working in a lab or being an educator."

You look at him. "You wanna become a teacher?"

Peter nodded. "I love science as you know and I have a passion for it. I know it's not for everyone and some kids struggle with it y'know? so I would love to share my passion with them and show them that even though they're not good at the subject they can still get some sort of fulfillment from trying. Like the scientific method. Also, some kids need someone who they can turn to when bullies happen and when they're struggling. I'm no counselor but I could help them connect to one."

Your heart swelled. He is just so pure and too good for this world. You couldn't understand why the universe would ever want to do any harm to him when he's such an angel. All he wanted to do was make this world a better place in the best way he could.

You pouted.

"You're such a sweetheart," you pecked his lips. "My sweet boy."

He blushed. "I-I-It's nothing, really."

"To some kid out there, one day, it'll be everything."

He looked at you again and he could tell that had a loving look in your eye. You both leaned in and kissed each other softly. Kissing Peter had become one of your favorite things in less than twenty-four hours. And if you said it out loud, Peter would agree with you.

"Oh my god!" You heard a shriek from below and both of you reacted by whipping your heads around and pulling down your mask.

There was a group of three girls at the bottom of the building gawking up at the both of you.

"Silk! Is that you?!" The girl who shrieked before asked. She had long braided locs that were tied up in pigtails, dark skin, and big brown eyes that sparkled at the sight of you both. She wore a black long-sleeved turtle neck and a black pleated skirt under a hot pink corset. She has fishnets on her legs and demonias on her feet and several spikes accessories to top the outfit.

She reminded you of Draculaura from Monster High.

You smiled and waved down at them. "Hello," you sang, putting on your best Brooklyn accent.

"You came back!" The girl chimed excitedly. "Everyone thought you were dead!"

"No, they didn't," a girl next to her corrected. She had long wavy brown hair and she wore an oversized maroon sweater that looked nice against her tan skin, with a white flowy skirt, Doc Martens, a denim jacket full of embroideries and patches, and a white beanie on her head. "Spidey said on many occasions that she was taking a break due to unknown reasons."

You looked at Peter who shrugged.

"I didn't know what else to say," he whispered so only you two could hear.

"Are you two dating?" The other girl who was with them asked curiously. She had short blonde hair and wore a green crew neck sweater over a white turtleneck and a pair of loose mom jeans with Doc Martens.

"Uh, duh? Why wouldn't they be?" The Draculaura girl said with a smile. "They're, like, perfect for each other! He picked up the slack so she could take a break! That's sooooo sweet! Iron Spider Duo is the OTP!"

You couldn't help but giggle like an idiot with your hand over the area where your mouth would be as you crossed a leg over the other.

God, she's so cute, Peter thought as he blushed under his mask.

"Where are you girls headed?" You asked. "You shouldn't be walking by yourselves at this hour."

"Oh, we ubered here to this cafe," White beanie replied. "And we should get inside so we can meet up with everyone else!" She urged the other two to go inside.

"Wait, can we get a picture with you?" The blonde asked.

You and Peter exchanged looks and shrugged in a why not manner before jumping down and posing with them. After that, you saluted them a goodnight as they hurried inside to meet up with whoever they were supposed to meet up with.

"We do make a good pair don't we?" You smiled and nudged his arm playfully.

"We sure do," Peter nudged back.

After that, you patrolled some more before calling it a night. When you two finally got back to the tower, it was one in the morning. Nothing big as an Avengers-level threat happened on patrols and so you both still had some energy. But that could also be your senses being happy.

You missed this. You were all smiles and adrenaline high when you walked back in.

"I'll take a shower in the locker room," Peter smiled and before he could turn and walk away you grabbed his arm. He looked at you wondrously in response.

"Why waste water?" You smiled softly looking at him with a longing in your eyes.

Peter's eyes widened slightly as he looked at you. His wild eyes betrayed him as they traced over your body and just as you do a lot of justice in that suit, that suit was doing you a lot of justice.

He pressed his lips together and licked them as he nodded at you. You smiled, taking his hands and walking him towards your bedroom.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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hey, it’s my birthday today :3 so I was wondering if you had any thots on how cl!steve would celebrate legacy’s birthday?

oh my, this is so late bestie, I'm so sorry !! happy belated bday !!

so legacy didn't grow up in the same luxury as steve ofc, and isn't used to big and extravagant celebrations, she prefers to stay in her intimate circle: but steve doesn't care, he throws a huge party at the frat house, showering you in gifts and attention, even making you dress up in something he picked out. he wants to show you off !! but he isn't against punishing you on your bday if you're being ungrateful, you better say all your thank yous and kiss him when he asks, or else you're gonna be embarrassed at your own party 😳😳

#besties birthdays #fic ask #captains legacy ask #captains legacy: fluff #captains legacy: thots #captains legacy: idea #captains legacy drabble

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morelikeravenbore · 8 months

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How to Make a Villain - Sebastian Sallow x FMC

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A comprehensive guide on how to turn the good guys bad.

18+ No smut (tbh there probably will be segs eventually but it'll be geared more toward the emotional end of the scale rather than the explicit), lots of fluff, lots of angst. TW: Mentions of parental loss, family trauma, implied murder, sexual references and mild violence.

A Hogwarts Legacy fic that explores how grief & trauma can fundamentally change the course of a person's entire life.

THE BLURB:

Aurélie Collins wishes she were invisible. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts to be normal, there are a great many unusual things about her. She's the only transfer student Hogwarts has seen in recent memory, she has an absolutely abysmal sense of direction, and - though she desperately wishes she couldn't - she can wield an ancient and highly unstable form of rare magic.

When a tragic event rips her from her life of opulence at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Aurelie is unceremoniously thrust into the freezing cold Scottish highlands to finish her final year at Hogwarts, where the castle's floor plan is impossible to navigate, obsession with blood status runs prevalent among the student body, and it's freezing bloody cold - all the time.

Worse still, she finds herself unable to escape the unwavering attention of Sebastian Sallow. Tall, handsome and infuriating, the Slytherin Quidditch captain is convinced he's the greatest thing to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, is best friends with a Gaunt, and, to Aurélie's endless irritation, does not want to let her out of his sight. Ever.

Read chapter one under the cut.

If Aurélie Collins had to choose one word to best describe herself, she supposed it would be - to put it as delicately as she could - completely and utterly overwhelmed. Granted, that was four words, not one, but as she trudged down yet another unfamiliar corridor, she was just relieved she could string together a coherent sentence at all. After the last few months of hell she'd endured, Aurélie wasn't her usual eloquent self, to say the least.

She hadn't always been that way - overwhelmed, that is. In fact, if asked only a few months ago to describe herself, she would've said she was dutiful, quick-witted, and, if not brave, then definitely unafraid of facing challenges head-on. She'd been a confident girl once; she got good grades, always did as she was asked and never stepped a toe out of line, and everyone - from her parents and teachers to her friends and peers - knew that Aurélie Collins would go on to achieve whatever she set her mind to.

Now, though? Well, nowadays she was too exhausted to set her mind on anything. Since she'd been forced to start a new school in a new country - in the seventh and final year of her magical education at that - Aurélie felt that the only substantial thing about her was the crushing sadness that pervaded her every waking thought, as if every other part of her had been utterly annihilated by grief. Not that she allowed herself to feel any of that grief if she could help it - but it was always there, pervasive and relentless, weighing her down like a heavy wet blanket as she tried to swim through the rapidly changing currents of her new life.

Breathe, Aurélie, she told herself as she trekked ever deeper into the immense stone castle that was her new school. You've handled worse than this.

But this was a lie; she hadn't handled anything worse than this. The truth was that she was adrift in a perpetual ocean of grief that constantly threatened to consume her. She had no anchor, nothing to tether her to anything solid.

And this new school of hers certainly wasn't doing anything to improve her situation.

Bloody Hogwarts.

Of all places she'd ever imagined herself living, the freezing cold Scottish highlands was absolutely not one of them. But, then again, she wouldn't have believed that she'd be an orphan at seventeen either, yet here she was.

Hogwarts was famous, of course. Heralded as the pinnacle of magical education and the top school in the wizarding world, most witches and wizards were honoured to attend such a prestigious establishment. But Aurélie Collins was of the opinion that every bloody thing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was confusing, unnecessary, or just downright nonsensical. From the ever-changing floorplan to the myriad of talking portraits - all of whom gave wildly conflicting directions to her classes depending on which ones she asked - nothing about Hogwarts made any sense.

Aurélie was almost in tears by the time she reached another dead end. It was simply impossible to find one's way around a school like this; there were too many floors to navigate, too many disused classrooms and far too many staircases that led to absolutely nowhere. Not to mention, beyond its confusing floorplan and unbearably draughty rooms, the ancient hulking castle was rather ugly - by Aurélie's standards at least. The monolithic Gothic castle was so far removed from the elegance and charm of Beauxbatons that it seemed almost cruel that she should be forced to endure it at all. She could almost hear her best friend Céleste's reaction if she were with her now. 'Ugh, it's so awfully medieval,' she would say. 'Stone Gargoyles? And all those uncouth English boys? I don't know which I find more barbaric!'

She almost smiled at the thought. But only almost - for thinking of her best friend only made her sad.

Aurélie shook herself mentally, shifting the heavy weight of her books from one arm to the other. She did not like thinking about her old life, least of all on her first day of school while she was lost in the labyrinth of never-ending corridors and endless classrooms. She had the distinct and slightly alarming sense that she was headed in completely the wrong direction as she tried to find her first class of the day, but, having never set foot in Hogwarts until the night before, found herself without any point of reference with which to correct her course.

'Which Merlin-forsaken floor is this, anyway?' she muttered to herself in French as a group of first years skittered around her, giggling obnoxiously as they hurried down the long corridor. They were wearing the green and silver colours of Slytherin house. She knew of Slytherin house only because her father had attended Hogwarts in his youth; though he'd been a Hufflepuff - a badger, not a snake.

Aurélie's heart gave an awful lurch at the thought of her father. Oh, her wonderful father: patient and good-humoured and endlessly curious and -

Dead. He's dead, Aurélie. Stop thinking about him.

She swallowed down the hard lump in her throat and trudged on determinedly, descending what felt like the hundredth set of stairs she'd already followed that morning. She could feel disappointment and embarrassment roiling in the pit of her stomach; she wasn't used to failing at anything let alone something as simple as getting to class on time. Even the bloody first years knew where they were going, for crying out loud, and they'd been here for just as short a time as she had.

When at last she found herself facing yet another dead end, she finally conceded defeat. Trying very hard not to cry, she adjusted her unflattering black robes (oh, to be dressed in fine blue silk again) and began to seriously consider how much trouble she'd be in if she just went back to bed. Or, more tempting still, how badly she'd be punished if she fled back to France and never returned to Hogwarts again, graduation be damned.

But no, she couldn't leave Hogwarts; it was the safest place for her since her parents had died, and Professor Weasley, the deputy headmistress, had evoked the power of Merlin himself to secure her a place here at such short notice. Apparently, it had not been an easy feat convincing Headmaster Black to take on a student with her reputation.

Aurélie sighed and squeezed her eyes closed. 'It's just for one year,' she muttered under her breath, repeating the phrase that had become her mantra. 'Just one year, that's all.'

'Unless you're trying to break into the Slytherin common room,' said an unexpected voice behind her, 'I'm going to assume you're lost.'

Aurélie whirled around so fast she whipped herself in the face with her long auburn braid. She hadn't always been a jumpy sort of person, but losing both parents at the same time had a way of making one rather fearful of unexpected voices in unfamiliar corridors.

The boy who stood before her had his wand held aloft; its tip glowed brightly red in front of his face, casting an ominous-looking hue over his pale skin. Aurélie's mind immediately conjured visions of dark shadows and searing red pain, and for one dreadful moment, she thought he was about to curse her. Her palms tingled; a telltale sign that the forbidden magic that flowed through her veins was still very much alive - and very much wanted to be used.

She took an automatic step backwards, clenching her fists tight. Thankfully, the boy made no move to attack; instead, he simply stared at her. No, that wasn't right, he wasn't staring at her - he was staring through her. It was then that Aurélie noticed his eyes; milky white and translucent, they gleamed like ghostly orbs in his angular face.

The boy was blind.

'Sorry,' Aurélie said, a little breathlessly. 'I'm trying to get to my Defence Against the Dark Arts class, but I'm afraid I have no idea where I am.'

The boy laughed, and though the sound was pleasant enough, it was undoubtedly more incredulous than amused. 'Oh my, you are lost, aren't you?'

A small badge engraved with the words Head Boy was pinned to the breast pocket of his immaculate robes. Even bathed under the red glow of his wand light, she could clearly make out the tiny snake etched onto its gleaming surface. Another Slytherin. She'd known very little about the four Hogwarts houses before coming here, but when the sorting hat had asked her if she had a preference, all she could think was that she didn't want to be part of a house whose emblem was a snake.

When Aurélie did not reply, the boy heaved an impatient sigh.

'You're the new Ravenclaw,' he said matter-of-factly. 'I must say, I didn't expect to find you all the way down here.'

The boy had a rather aristocratic air about him - haughty and vaguely displeased as all aristocratic types were loath to be, with silvery hair slicked back from his face, high cheekbones, and a sharp jawline that screamed of fine magical breeding. Aurélie wondered vaguely which noble family he was from, for she certainly knew a wealthy pureblood when she saw one; half of Beauxbatons was full of old ennobled wizarding families.

As she opened her mouth to ask him how he knew who she was - being blind and all - he spoke again.

'I recognise your accent,' he explained as if he'd read her thoughts. 'There aren't any other French students at Hogwarts.' His sharp, clipped voice was a stark contrast to his delicate features, and yet, there was something strangely ominous about it that stirred something inside her. Something familiar. Something... unpleasant.

'Half French,' she corrected him, pushing the thought away. 'My father was English, mother was French. But - er, yes, I suppose I do sound different to everyone else.'

Having been duo lingual all her life, Aurélie spoke both English and French perfectly - but apparently, her French accent wasn't as undetectable as she'd hoped. She smoothed her clammy hands down the front of her awfully drab robes, acutely aware of how the boy's unseeing eyes seemed to be looking right at her with surprising intensity.

'Yes, well,' he drawled in a tone that suggested that he didn't particularly care about the finer details of her heritage. 'You're absolutely nowhere near the Defence floor. In fact, you're almost in the dungeons. Frankly, I'm baffled you managed to make it here from the Great Hall all by yourself. Why weren't you following your classmates?'

'Oh. I wasn't in the Great Hall. I came straight from my common room.'

Not entirely trusting that anything she ate would stay down for long, she'd opted to skip breakfast in the hall with the other students that morning and head straight to class instead. Though the few Ravenclaw's she'd met so far had seemed friendly enough, their interest in the new foreign transfer student made her uncomfortable. One particularly brazen Ravenclaw boy - whose name she couldn't remember - had ogled her like she were some sort of exotic beast and told her that Hogwarts never got transfer students - not ever. 'If I'd been made to be sorted in front of the entire school as a seventh year,' he had said, 'I would have died of humiliation.'

Inwardly, Aurélie had agreed with him, for she certainly didn't count the sorting ceremony as one of her favourite life experiences. Outwardly though, she had only smiled politely and told him it hadn't been so bad before excusing herself to a quiet corner of the common room to sit alone.

She had no intention of making any friends during her single year at Hogwarts. In fact, she'd made a promise to herself that she wouldn't. After all, she was planning on heading straight back to France the moment she graduated, and the thought of saying goodbye to any more people she cared about was an ordeal she wasn't sure she could handle. But beyond that, she also feared that should anyone find out why she'd transferred in the first place, their interest in her would only intensify.

As a seventeen-year-old witch who hadn't achieved anything particularly extraordinary, Aurélie didn't think herself interesting by any stretch. But unfortunately, having your family murdered by dark wizards certainly was - and that was not something she wanted to be known for. Better to be invisible than be a source of gossip and speculation.

The boy tilted his head, his translucent pupils a little unnerving under the red glow of his wand. An inexplicable shiver of fear skittered down the back of Aurélie's arms and settled in the pit of her stomach.

'So you're telling me you managed to get yourself from the Ravenclaw common room - one of the highest points in the castle - to the very lowest depths of the dungeons, and you didn't at any point stop to think that perhaps you were headed in the wrong direction?' he said. 'Nor did you think it prudent to eat something before you start studying for your N.E.W.T.s, the most important and difficult exam in a witches educational career?' He shook his head in exasperation. 'And here I was thinking Ravenclaw's were supposed to be intelligent.'

Aurélie didn't know how to react to this outburst but rather thought she'd been right to not want to be in the snake house. When she made no reply, the boy heaved another heavy sigh, clearly annoyed.

'Very well. As Head Boy, I suppose it is my duty to help you - even though you ought to be old enough by now to look after yourself. Come along, then.'

With a small shake of his head and a mild sneer, the boy turned on his heel and strode purposefully down the empty corridor. Despite her chagrin, Aurélie couldn't help but marvel at the way his wand seemed to act as a proxy for his sight; pulsing like a heartbeat, it lead him effortlessly through the maze of corridors that even she - with her perfect vision - couldn't seem to navigate. She hurried after him, silently chastising herself for being so useless that she had to be led to class by a blind boy.

'Ominis Gaunt, by the way,' he said once she'd caught up to him; he was rather a fast walker for someone who couldn't see where they were going.

'Oh, er - hello, I'm Aurélie -'

'Collins - yes, I know who you are. Now, do pay attention, won't you? Defence Against the Dark Arts class is on the third floor, not in the dungeons. Even I can tell this isn't the third floor, and I'm blind.'

Aurélie flushed. Perhaps the sorting hat had made a mistake putting her into a house whose members were valued for being clever.

'So... you're Head Boy?' she asked timidly.

'That is what I said, isn't it?' came his sharp reply. 'And I'll have you know that I've quite enough to be getting on with today without needing to rescue stray Ravenclaws from the dungeons.'

'I didn't need rescuing,' she muttered under her breath. Ominis only ignored her, and after a very tense silence and several staircases later, they came to a stop outside the correct classroom on the third floor.

'Do try not to get yourself so embarrassingly lost again, won't you?' he said tersely. 'I don't have time to babysit seventh years, I've enough first-year drama to deal with as it is.'

And with that, he was away again, muttering darkly about Ravenclaw's and incompetence as he went, leaving Aurélie standing dumbfounded in his wake.

#hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfic #soft sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fandom #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #slytherin x ravenclaw #Slytherin x Ravenclaw pairing

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funficwriter · 9 months

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Gin Ichimaru x Subordinate who likes to write :3

A/N: Welp, this turned out much longer than I expected. Also you gotta love how I switch back and forth between darkfic to fluff. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None for this one

Ever since you joined the 3rd Division, it was typical of Gin to be curious about the type of person you are outside of work.

So imagine his spiking curiosity when he hears excited chatter among the other seated officers about compelling characters and beautifully executed tragedies. I HC he's very much into literature, so you can bet he'll extend an ear.

"Hanako-san has to be the only antagonist I ever felt bad for! That twist regarding her child's death in the winter! And her last lines! That newbie here is something, eh?".

His mind jogs and traces it back to another subject of his curiosity. So you write well, eh? Why did he not know? No matter, he had a plan to see more.

You were assigned some documenting work. After a while, you decided to steal a little time working on your novel. As you confirmed no one was around and scribbled away, you thought of how a lot would be needed to bring you back into the real world...

Or just your captain's appearance.

Your trance was snapped once you saw a thin hand emerge into your field of vision, which was taken by your notebook, point to a line of dialogue: "My, my... You've already aroused the reader's curiosity in Hanako-san's legacy. Well done".

Before you could even think of saying 'thanks', your notebook was gone. It didn't take a genius to know who took it: "Sorry, little Y/N. I'm a fan of yours, but I'm still a captain and I can't let anyone slack off. You can expect it back by tomorrow.".

Generally, he doesn't do much with confiscated items, but you'd be so so wrong to think the same applied to your novel. No, he finished everything for the day, wore his comfiest kimono, brewed some tea... The minute he started to read, he was gone. Even Kira could barely hold his attention for any remaining matters.

The next morning, you find your notebook back in your room, next to a few persimmons, chocolate and a note in his beautiful handwriting: "I don't think I can go on without knowing how the story ends. I noticed you were free this evening. Please join me for a cup of tea so we can discuss further.".

And so, a new bond forged not of official relations, but a shared interest, began.

From then on, you two often had tea and snacks together, discussing books you liked, characters that stuck with you... You liked Gin's taste, even incorporating a bit of it in your next chapters. Sometimes, you two would get Izuru to join you.

Gin would totally encourage you to write for the Seireitei Communication. It's clear to the 3rd that you're gifted with words; Why hide it from the rest? And if you're nervous about the quality of your work, he'll gladly sit you down for one of his writing seshs, letting you look over his work and he yours.

Speaking of which, assuming he's older, ergo had more writing years than you, he's a pretty great mentor. He likes to praise but never gives it so easily so you're incentivized to keep getting better. He's also great if you feel that a piece isn't living up to its potential, but you can't tell why.

"I see... The set-up is exquisite, but I think you're preoccupied with the recurring details to a point where it harms the climax. Remember to let that shine on its own.".

There's also times where you two compete, whether it be on who can write the more coherent story, the more sorrowful character...

Congrats, you are now his much-touted 'writing companion'. If he wants to fluster you, though, it's 'writing playmate'.

After a while, some might notice that Gin's column and yours are... Answering each other? Like, if he brought up a certain topic, you would bounce off of it whether in terms of agreement or heated debate. Many readers expressed that they enjoy this exchange of ideas.

Once you two are close, it's not at all unusual for him to sneak up behind you while you write like the first time, sometimes even hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder. Careful not to let him see the growing blush~

One night, you were writing a romance scene. Out of nowhere (as usual), you hear his low chuckle: "How dreamy~"

You turned back to see him grinning at you. Trying to keep stoic, you decided to ask: "I thought that they had good chemistry, unless you think otherwise?".

"Not at all! It was obvious, but just one detail I must point out; When you got to the confession point, you started to skim out on a lot of detail that could endear the reader to this moment.".

He had a point. Were you getting bashful about it?

"But don't worry, Y/N. There's nothing that improves writing like experience. If you ever need a real life example of such scenes, you can always ask me~".

Did he just... Allude to romantic moments between you two? With time, you find that yes, this darned fox couldn't let you know he was interested in you without teasing you.

For one, let's say that after you got together your romance scenes became... Much better.

You two would also use each other as characters in all sorts of writing. To fluster you, Gin would enjoy doing so in old-fashioned style romances. Sometimes he foreshadows dates through that!

If you're feeling petty, you can always present a story where he's the main character and gets beat down by a force of nature he can't control :p

By the time you finish your novel, there's probably a pair that is a lot like you two anyway.

Analyzing each other's work!

Gifting each other fine ink and writing tools!

Seeing who can write the most intense love letter to the other!

All in all, this is my brainrot and I'm gonna go hyperfixate bye bye :3

#gin ichimaru x reader #gin ichimaru fluff #bleach x reader #bleach fanfiction

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mariaofdoranelle · 2 years

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Silver Fox

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Hi. I’ve got terrible flu and decided to heal myself with some self-indulgent Rowaelin (mostly) fluff. If you end up hating this, I’m totally blaming the meds lol who would’ve thought one of its side effects was poor editing?

I’d also like to thank @leiawritesstories for letting me use her professor’s Einstein joke. Absolutely priceless.

Word count: 6,2k

CW: swear words, drinking, mentions of cheating.

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That’s it. I’m going to fuck his dad.

That was Aelin’s first thought when she saw the picture Lysandra sent of Chaol in a club with his hand under a girl’s skirt. With an attached message saying they left the party together.

At that point, Aelin was truly and thoroughly pissed. Their relationship wasn’t very fulfilling and she didn’t love him, but he had been a comfortable constant in her life for the past few months, specially since dating could be a handful when one’s not in a serious relationship already, with all the games, bad experiences and walking on eggshells. She couldn’t afford this now, getting through college was her main goal. But Chaol and her were supposed to be partners. Aelin could deal with a lot of things, but betrayal wasn’t one of them.

It was Saturday, so she woke up late to find the picture, and stayed a lot of time frozen in place, just reeling. To then start pacing around the house. Her third reaction to the betrayal was to forward her cheating (ex) boyfriend the picture and text “Don’t you dare trying to fix this.” when he started to apologize and request a conversation. Immediately after, she calmly laid in her bathtub, used her finest oils and lavender soap, put on a black lacy lingerie, black dress that was flirty but not too revealing, and red lipstick. She wasn’t getting ready to fuck Chaol’s dad, no. She was getting ready to have her revenge.

Her mind was on fire as she started driving to Anielle. Was she sure about that? Almost. Mr. Westfall never really liked her, but he and her parents were all politicians, and at least she was respected for the weight of her last name and her family’s legacy. Besides, even though they disagreed on everything, she had incredible assets. Aelin was confident enough to admit her looks made her hard to refuse. When added to the fact that Mr. Westfall didn’t care enough about his son to have this kind of loyalty to him, her mission was almost too easy. She didn’t care if Chaol’s dad was one of the most hateful people she ever met, getting revenge was enough to get her off. Her friends were always trying to warn her about him.

Aelin, his looks don’t make up for his personality.

Aelin, he’s too boring for you.

Aelin, he’s not a boyfriend, he’s a charity case.

And what did she gain from dating Chaol? Exac—

“What the fuck?”

When she looked up, there was a car in front of hers. One she just hit. Fuck. And it also wasn’t looking good. Aelin was starting to panic when she saw Rowan Whitethorn getting out of the car she just hit. Great. Her ex’s roommate. He was actually a sore spot on Chaol’s life, but she never figured it out besides not making it into the hockey team which Whitethorn was captain. Still, she wanted nothing to do with the people in Chaol’s life. Besides his dad, for one night. And the two friends they had in common. She was shutting the bastard out.

She left the car, looking intently at the damage until Rowan’s snap at her became impossible not to notice. “Seriously, Aelin? How fast were you going?”

“Oh, please. It’s not my fault you drive like an old lady.” Aelin couldn’t help the snarky comment. Without a car, her avenge was ten times more difficult to achieve now.

She watched Rowan close his eyes and breathe in and out a few times, deeply. Then he ran a hand through his silvery-blonde hair and asked “Are you injured? I’m fine so I’m just going to call insurance if you’re good as well.” It would be a jerk move to be sassy now, so she just told him to go ahead and make the call, and they decided to wait on the sidewalk while someone came to pick up their cars. They really were lucky no one got hurt. Both of the cars looked like a raisin where they crashed.

She was also really lucky Rowan wasn’t pressing charges. Actually, he didn’t even seem overly pissed, just mildly so. She knew him very little, but as Rowan was definitely the quiet type, he was never rude to her, which made her try harder to understand Chaol’s spite toward him. She looked sideways and saw her crashmate look up, breathe deep and think hard on something. Probably trying not to be pissed at her, the person who wasn’t looking where she was going and bumped into his car. Which now looked like the outside of a passion fruit. By now, she was actually thinking he was too nice.

At first, they didn’t say a thing. Just stayed sat on the sidewalk, slowly breathing while waiting for someone from the insurance company to come. At some point, Rowan silently offered her his water bottle, which she gladly took and then cleaned the lipstick smudge left there. She didn’t really know Rowan, but his steady presence was soothing. People watching on the street, with a breeze cooling her down, and breathing evenly for the first time since she found out she was being cheated on, Rowan probably had no idea how much this was calming her down. She was still mad at Chaol, but it was good to clear her head a little. Aelin wasn’t even counting the time, she was just happy to see it pass by her. At this moment, she didn’t feel like controlling anything.

A while later, Rowan broke the silence. “So, where were you going in such a hurry?” Even though his question was snarky, he kept a gentle tone.

Aelin wasn’t a very open person, and she didn’t feel ready yet to talk to any of her friends about the downfall of her relationship, but something about Rowan made him seem approachable. Safe, even. So she told him the truth.

“I was driving to fuck Mr. Westfall”.

Rowan’s cheeks flushed a little, but he kept his gaze intent on her. “You call your own boyfriend by his last name?”

“No, I mean his dad.”

At that, Rowan just gaped and stared at her, as if waiting for the clarification that it was a joke. Except that it wasn’t. She just raised one eyebrow at him and waited for his brain to start working again.

“I met him only once and he’s one of the most unpleasant people I know. You can’t be serious.”

“I never thought of him that way. In fact, I kind of always hated him, but Chaol and I broke up and I’m so mad at him I just feel like sleeping with his dad out of spite.”

He looked up a little and asked quietly “Can I be honest with you?”

“Always.”

He watched her a little and uttered with a small crooked smile “I always thought you were dating down by being with him.” Sounds like this was everyone’s opinion on her relationship. “Ugh, I know. My friends told me this at least a thousand times, but I didn’t really listen. You and my cousin Aedion are teammates, right?”

He peered at her, unsure where she was going. “Sure.”

“You know his girlfriend?”

“Yeah. Alyssa?”

For the first time that day, Aelin laughed. “Lysandra, yes.” Then she remembered where the conversation was going and the mood sobered. “So, she sent me last night a picture of him with another girl at a club, and told me they left together. I saw it this morning, forwarded to him and he didn’t even deny he cheated, just tried to mend our relationship. The rest you already know.”

Rowan looked thoughtful while processing the information, then asked “and you think sleeping with someone you dislike with help you somehow? I’d prefer to go for Dorian if I were in your shoes.”

“I’m really just doing it out of spite, and Mr. Westfall is the person Chaol has the strongest feelings, even though it’s hate. Besides, I had a quick fling with Dorian before dating Chaol and the three of us dealt well with it, it wouldn’t make that big impact.”

Rowan still looked quizzically at her, but he seemed amused. “I’m still not sure your big impact makes up for sleeping with someone that repulsing, but I’m sorry my slowness delayed your revenge. I would never purposefully come between a girl and her evil masterplans.”

Aelin just laughed, but didn’t want to stop the conversation. So they started to tentatively ask each other about college, which developed to an exchanging of funny stories. The pink tones of the sunset were reflected on Rowan’s face as Aelin did an impression of her professor. “And he said” —she took a moment as trying not to laugh— “Einstein. Yeah, sure, do the Einstein thing: grossly irresponsible research that’s gonna kill us all,” and then she lost it, both of them laughing so much they had to take gulps of air after.

In fact, they were having such a good time they missed when the crew came to take their cars. Not wanting their little encounter to be over, they decided on going to eat a burger together nearby. Casually. As two new friends who liked spending time together. Aelin was definitely not thinking about the way Rowan’s body made his shirt stretch, or how his scent of pine and snow hit her when he held the door for her, and it reminded her of home. When they sat on the table, she was decided to toss these thoughts aside. She should go with the basics. And fast, since he was looking intently at her silent figure as if trying to figure her out.

“What’s your favorite color?”

He looked surprised, but quickly answered. “Green.”

“Fitting.”

“How so?”

“You smell like pine.” So much for her ability to shove dangerous thoughts aside.

“Oh.” —he still had that dumbfounded expression on his gorgeous gorgeous face— “It’s probably from my shampoo or something. I hadn’t really noticed it before.”

Genuinely curious, Aelin couldn’t seem to shut up. “Is your hair naturally that color? It’s like you were born a Benjamin Button except that your hair stayed that way,” Rowan looked at a loss of words, so she added, “But I mean it in a good way! It’s quite cute, actually.”

Ignoring completely everything besides the last phrase, he just blushed and sheepishly asked “You think I’m cute?” Great. Aelin had her mouth opened as she tried to come up with an appropriate answer and they both were blushing now. With a much appreciated intervention, Rowan’s phone starting to vibrate endlessly and he rolled his eyes at whatever was happening on his screen.

“That would be Fenrys. He refuses to call me, but keeps sending a thread of meaningless texts until he has my attention.” He seemed fondly exasperated at his friend, which just made Aelin cackle more.

“But is it serious?”

Still texting this Fenrys guy, he replied “Of course not. He just want us to go clubbing with him.”

Her eyes widened. “Us?”

“Yeah, I told him I’m already busy and he told me to bring whoever I’m with. In my defense, he would invite my mom if it meant he would get his way. And he’d totally own it because he’s that kind of social butterfly.” The way he talked about Fenrys kind of reminded Aelin about her relationship with Aedion, like he was fondly exasperated of his annoying little brother. That only piked her interest even more.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Rowan looked at her as if trying to understand. “Clubbing with Fenrys?”

“Sure, why not? I’m already dressed like I was going to, anyway.” She was laughing at her own joke while Rowan’s eyes roamed through her. Aelin didn’t know exactly what it meant, but the heat in his eyes burned on her skin, and the feeling was exhilarating because it had been a while since she last felt desired. Her thing with Chaol had been mundane, driven by routine. Hot team captain that looked at her like this? Aelin could deal with that.

When the food came, Aelin realized she was starving. She didn’t remember eating anything the whole day, probably forgetting to do so since finding out about being cheated on. And that burger was so good it should be illegal.

“That good, huh?” Rowan mused.

Oh, fuck. She was blushing now. Had she been eating too greedily? Did she forget to clean something off her face? Aelin was about to apologize when she noticed Rowan wasn’t reprimanding her, he actually looked amused. Wow. That was a new one. Still feeling shy and without knowing what to do, she just gave him a small smile. And received a full grin back.

“So… Were you going to see your friends when I slammed into your car?”

“Actually, I was going to my dad’s birthday. It’s only tomorrow, but I like to talk to my parents a little before the very chaotic part of the family arrives.”

She couldn’t help the giggle that came. “I don’t have a big family, but I’m very familiar with the ‘chaotic’ part. By the way, sorry for the crash. I hope you still make it tomorrow.”

“My cousin already offered to give me a ride tomorrow, don’t worry. I’m not half as mad as I should be about that crash. In fact, I’m not mad at all.” He tilted his head and seemed to be confused at himself, but both of them looked pleased. Good. She was liking this evening far too much for Rowan to have normal feelings about an accident that was totally her fault.

Talking to Rowan was easy. She didn’t know how to describe it. Aelin had been on so many dates —was that a date?— where she had to scramble her mind to find something to keep conversation going at least for another hour or so. Honestly, she didn’t know if she could do this after such a long day, but keeping a conversation with Rowan wasn’t an effort at all. They just jumped from one topic to another without even realizing it. It felt like they were in sync.

When the time came, they requested a car ride that dropped them in a place that definitely didn’t look like a club. Not the ones she frequented, at least. It was a big house that didn’t look like a frat, with a mechanical bull out front and a lot of drunk people. Rowan just said they should look for Fenrys and whoever was with him and held her hand. It was probably a meaningless thing, just trying not to lose each other in the crowd, but the moment his calloused hand gripped hers, Aelin could feel her whole body set alight just by that small act. She felt like an early teen getting noticed by her school crush. They only stopped walking when reached a table with two guys that looked a lot alike and… Elide and Lorcan? What the hell?

It turns out that Fenrys was a blonde guy with a brunette twin that left Aelin dying to ask if one of them painted their hair. They had been friends with Lorcan and Rowan forever, and even though Elide had only been seeing Lorcan for a few months, they acted like an old married couple so she already knew everyone in his life. After they were sat, Rowan carefully scooped closer to her, but didn’t go further because Lorcan suddenly snapped at her.

“Aren’t you dating that Kale guy?” No wonder why he had looked more annoyed than usual since she appeared holding hands with Rowan.

“Kale guy and I broke up.”

With an almost imperceptible smirk, he prompted “Good riddance.”

“Agreed.”

A bit after that, Elide asked Aelin to go get new drinks with her. When Lorcan and Rowan offered to do it, she shot daggers at both of them, leading to an apprehensive retreat. She meant business, them. After they had their Mojitos ready, Elide carefully stopped her from going back and whispered “Are you sure you’re okay? Lys told Aedion and I what happened, we were worried about you.”

“No need to fuss, losing my mind over that breakup is very six hours ago Aelin. I’m a new person now.” Aelin said that as a joke, but it was kind of true. She did feel different. Lighter. Anyway, she didn’t know what Elide saw in her at that moment, but it was enough to leave it alone for now. “Just don’t drink too much alcohol, you know the reactions it gives you.”

Aelin was genuinely confused now. “What reactions?”

“It makes your legs spread.” Elide wiggled her eyebrows and it was enough to make both of them crack up. The laughter had subsided a little when they reached the table, but Connall still asked what they were laughing about.

“We” —a brief pause. She couldn’t possibly tell the joke in front of Rowan now— “were wondering what exactly is this party.”

“A graduation party” Fenrys proudly answered.

“Cool. Who’s graduating?”

“I don’t know.”

The whole table seemed to stop a that. “What?”

“I’ve been going out with someone. Casually. She invited me to come to her friend’s graduation party but I asked her if I could bring a friend, since I’m only going to see her later.” A slow smirk. “So here y’all are. Enjoy the party.”

The whole crew still looked ashen a few beats later, when Rowan asked “So your version of ‘a friend’ is five people that girl doesn’t know?”

Fenrys looked completely confident when he smiled and answered “No need to fake outrage, you’re loving the free drinks.”

Honestly? She was. The drinks were flowing and Rowan’s friend group was really fun to be around. Except for Dorian and Nehemia, Chaol’s friends were always looking down on her for her life choices or political opinions. This change of scenario was refreshing.

Aelin couldn’t remember how many drinks she had, but she did remember promising Fenrys she’d ride the mechanical bull later. Apparently, ‘later’ was now. At first, she couldn’t get up on the bull, so Rowan went to her rescue and propped his hands so she could step on them to get her right leg on the other side of it. But they probably had the same idea on getting her momentum, because when Aelin jumped to ride the bull, Rowan also pushed her feet up, which sent her airborne until she landed on the other side of the air mattress. Aelin could barely distinguish Rowan’s voice asking if she was okay from all the laughter in the room, and it turns out she was laughing too. In fact, she really hoped Elide had it on camera.

On their second try she managed to land properly on the bull, and she felt glorious until that thing started moving. Aelin had no idea how much time she managed to stay sat on the bull, the only thing she knew was that she managed a few seconds before lying on it and holding on its neck with both arms like her life depended on it. She was really grateful for the spandex shorts Elide had brought for the occasion and ended up lending her, because otherwise she would be flashing everyone now. It probably wasn’t a long time after, but it certainly felt like a lifetime when the bull made a particularly sharp move and she finally fell. She would be grateful if her thigh didn’t hit one of the bull’s horns on her way down, which was likely to bruise soon.

Aelin had only a few seconds to lie down and reevaluate all her life choices that led to this mechanical bull until Rowan appeared before her. “Hey, you okay?” He looked concerned. Adorable. Little did he know she felt like she had died and came back by divine intervention. He checked her up and decided she was fine enough to go on, but the party started to fade away before she finished applying the ice pack that seemed to materialize on Rowan’s hand. The only thing he said to stop her complaining was “You’re injured, it’s absolutely necessary.” She wasn’t actually minding the hovering, but it was fun to tease him.

Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys already had plans that didn’t include them, but Connall was meeting his boyfriend Vaughan at another party and invited them along. Before making a decision, she quietly whispered to Rowan, “I don’t want to go to another party, but I really don’t want tonight to be over.”

“I live close by, we could go to my place if you feel like it,” Rowan suggested tentatively, but then quickly started to rectify his intentions “and I don’t mean anything by it, you know? We could just talk. Or not talk, really. Shit. I didn’t mean it like that.” —his cheeks reddened more each sentence— “What I’m trying to say is that whatever you want to do, I’ll be happy to oblige.” Rowan look positively ill by the end of his babble. She wondered if she’d ever see him that flustered without the booze.

The fact that Aelin would be going to her ex’s house was just a fleeting afterthought when she accepted the invitation.

They were very close to the exit of the house when a girl wearing a mortarboard hat and a bodycon dress bumped into them. Her shoulder slammed against Aelin’s, but she could smell a heavy scent of beer in her. The hostess, then. She looked confused to see both of them, but perked up again when Aelin started cheering her on. “Congratulations! And thank you for having us, we’re heading out now”

The girl sent Rowan a glance that didn’t hide she liked what she saw, then winked at Aelin before saying “You go ride that bull, girl.” The only answer she received was Aelin’s bark of laughter and Rowan’s mortified face.

Aelin decided his place was close enough to go by foot, but Rowan only agreed to it before checking how bad her bruises were looking and lending her his jacket so she wouldn’t catch a cold. She didn’t have the heart to tell him his jacket wasn’t going to stop a virus from entering her body.

Aelin looked up and sighed. “God, I could use a snack now.”

“There’s a 24-hour store nearby, wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What are you craving?”

She weighted her options a little before answering firmly “Cake.”

“Please don’t tell me you make those boxed cakes.” He looked horrified.

“Wrong. I don’t make any cakes. I’m very good at eating them, though.”

Rowan’s eyes glistened when he replied “Good to know. I’m very good at baking from scratch, but I’m not good at eating them.”

Aelin’s jaw was on the floor. She couldn’t have heard it right. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

He was laughing at her disbelief, which made her even more confused. How dare he. “I like to cook basically anything, but I find baking particularly relaxing when I’m stressed out, so I do it and then give it to someone else. I don’t like sweets.”

Oh my God. Was he even real? One person who only liked to bake, and another who only liked to eat. It was like they were meant to be. Aelin would never consider dating someone who didn’t like sweets, but this scenario turned out to be the best one she could imagine.

Inside the store, they settled for popcorn and also some booze.

“What do you want to drink?” Rowan asked her while reading the labels.

“Impress me.”

“Are you okay with red wine?”

“Red wine?” She tilted her head. “Are you trying to seduce me, Whitethorn?”

He had the gall to look sheepishly at her. “Only if you want me to.”

That made Aelin’s grin become predatory. “So you should know I’m a Pinot Noir kind of girl.” They only stared at each other for a while, the air heavy with the meaning of the words left unsaid. Then Rowan cleared his throat and chose some bottles.

When they finally got to the place he shared with Chaol and other two students, everything was dark and deadly quiet. Once in the kitchen, Aelin quickly settled into the role of sous chef. Except that this sous chef only helped when separating the ingredients and by giving moral support, but neither of them were calling her out on this. After baking, they happily sat on the kitchen floor with one bowl of popcorn and two glasses of wine while waiting for the chocolate cake to be ready —the one Rowan made from scratch, specially for her. She couldn’t get over this part—.

“So, don’t get me wrong, but your parents are those two big names in Terrasen’s politics. What made you go to med school?” People meddling in her career was a bit of a sour spot in her life, but he didn’t sound judgy, only curious. That was probably why she managed to give him a real answer, without being snarky.

“Honestly? I don’t know. The idea of healing people excited me, so I told my parents I wanted to be a doctor when I was eight years old. That never changed, and they were surprisingly cool about it. I’ve never felt like a rebel because I always had a choice.” Rowan looked proudly at her, so she prompted. “You?”

“I’ve never felt a huge calling for any profession. When the time came, I chose International Relations because it felt right. I wanted to be a bird when I was a kid.”

Aelin cackled hard at that. “Yes! How is this so fitting? You hover like an old Buzzard.”

He looked confused, until he was laughing along with her. If Aelin was sober, she’d worry about enjoying Rowan’s company way too much. She settled with the thought that it was just refreshing to spend time with someone who actually laughed at her jokes, that was all. When she came back to the moment, he was looking thoughtfully at her and running his thumb along her hand. She used her free hand to caress his cheek and he broke the silence a beat later.

“Are you still going after your ex’s dad?” Seriously? That was what he was thinking about?

Aelin’s hand that was resting on Rowan’s cheeks traveled to his silvery-blonde hair while she answered “I could really go for a silver fox now.”

His eyes widened slightly. “Mr. Westfall’s hair is not silver.”

“I know.” She was just glad he didn’t notice how terrible that pick up line was. Rowan just blinked as his whole face flushed. His mind was probably scrambling to something to say or do when they were interrupted.

“What. The. Fuck?” Said a very familiar voice.

She immediately noticed a smell of vodka and women’s perfume. When they looked up, Chaol was fuming on the kitchen entrance.

Rowan decided to start things peacefully. “Hey. I didn’t know you’d be here, you never stay in on the weekends.”

This was news to Aelin. “What does he mean you never stay home on the weekends?” Was she really that stupid?

“Get the fuck out of my relationship, Whitethorn—“

“Um, we broke up” Apparently, she still had to remind Chaol of this slight detail.

But he detected the smell of cake and continued. “Are you fucking baking for her? This is trying too hard to get in a girl’s pants, even for you.” Right now, Aelin’s only concern was on the oven. Was the cake ready? It smelled ready. She needed Chaol out of the kitchen soon. She was going to summon Rowan when she glanced at him and noticed he looked positively murderous.

“Seriously? You and the guys are the ones who eat my stuff the most. In fact, I’m practically the only one who cooks in this house. I saw you eat half a cake by yourself the other month, but you only tolerate me when it’s handy for you.”

“Can you blame me for not tolerating you when you’re foreplaying my girlfriend with chocolate cake? How long have you been planning this?” Aelin really couldn’t tell if Chaol was more pissed about her being with Rowan, or about her being fed by Rowan. But she decided to sort that out later, not wanting the cake to burn. She helped Rowan do it, it felt like it was her baby. Their baby. Whoa, too soon. She had too much to drink tonight. But then something clicked.

“Are you telling me you had access to half a cake and didn’t care to share with me, Chaol?”

He looked at her like she was a petulant child. “Aelin, we should go to my room and talk about this. I told you we can work things out. Going after Whitethorn just to spite me was a low blow, but I get why you’re angry. I see you, baby. It was just one mistake and honestly? It’d help a lot if your friends just stayed out of our relationship and—“

She had completely tuned him out by that point. Aelin was just nodding her head up and down, trying to distract him from Rowan and the cake. And Chaol seemed to believe her magnificent drunk acting. But then his red angry face and continuous babble —that actually meant something, but she didn’t feel like acknowledging it— reminded her of a tomato. Even better, of one of those Annoying Orange videos she used to watch a decade ago. She was trying not to laugh, but her shoulders were already shaking, and when Annoying Chaol stopped his speech and really looked at her, she couldn’t keep it together and started cracking up. Rowan sent her a confused look at first, but then started laughing too when he saw her amused expression.

Defeated, but too proud to assume so, Chaol just rolled his eyes and said “Come talk when you stop acting like a child.” before slamming the door and leaving the house. Both Rowan and Aelin managed to recompose themselves a bit before looking at the spot her ex was in and cackling again.

As she imagined, the cake was delicious. She was trying to eat as much as she could, but stopped when Rowan said she could take the whole thing home. He watched her in awe as she stood up, put both of her hands on the table and proudly announced “I’m going to take my ex’s advice and stop acting like a child. Do you want to see my last childish act, Buzzard?” Reluctantly pleased, he agreed and followed her up the stairs with two closed wine bottles.

Aelin couldn’t decide if it was a waste of Pinot Noir or not when she entered Chaol’s bedroom and painted his drawer with red wine. Shirts? Check. Underwear? Check. Very white socks? Check, check, check. Was tie dye still trending? She certainly hoped so.

She found Rowan propped against the doorframe, looking completely astonished. When she arched an eyebrow, waiting for a reproach, he just indulged her more. “You know, his bedsheets are looking awfully clean.”

“Remarkable observation, Buzzard.” Then she threw a bit more than half a bottle all over his bed, hoping it would stain not only the sheets. Two bottles of red wine spent on petty revenge, completely worth it. She hoped his other woman (or was it women?) would like the new theme. He could say he entered his new era. Finishing her abstract artwork, she schooled her face into a surprised look and said “Oh no! Now there’s only three beds! What are we going to do?”

“Do you think your ex will mind being the big spoon?” She cackled. Hard. It was difficult to picture tall, broody and brawny Rowan Whitethorn being the little spoon. He just put an offended hand on his chest and looked at Aelin in mock outrage. “Sexist much, Ace?” —Her new nickname falling like honey from his lips—, “Actually, I’m not even familiar with the wonders of little spooning. Girls always assume I’m going to be the big one.” Now, both of them were laughing, and somewhere between that and catching their breaths, Aelin held his hand and led him to his own room. He looked even more confused when she told him to lie down on his side. Rowan didn’t seem to catch up on her plans, but apparently he trusted her enough to oblige.

Their drunken mirth subsided at the same rate the tension grew. By the time Aelin laid behind Rowan, the room was deadly quiet. But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, she felt… comfortable. It felt good to wrap one arm below Rowan’s neck and the other above his waist. At this point, she was certain they felt like two pieces falling into place. Aelin started using one of her arms to stroke his hair.

“Are you liking little spooning so far?”

The only answer she received was a grunt. “You are no better than a house cat.” was the only thing she said while continuing her work. She just wasn’t certain about her next step. He probably felt like this too, by the way his body shivered when she accidentally tucked her nose behind his neck and breathed right on his spine. So when he started lazily stroking her thigh from behind, the only warning she gave him was saying “Tell me if you want to stop,” before kissing down his neck.

His breathing turned heavier and she loved inhaling deeply his pine scent while kissing such a soft patch of skin. Rowan turned around, held himself up with one hand and brushed Aelin’s skin before dipping down and kissing her.

It was brief and tentative, but enough to feel the softness of his lips. For a beat they only looked at each other. She could see the gentle breeze coming from the window mess with a few wild strands of Rowan’s hair. When she focused back on his eyes, they were intent on her, its green shade even darker under the moonlight. He silently dipped his head and kissed her for real this time. And heaven didn’t get close to how she felt.

She could swear he was the oxygen that set her body on fire. She dragged her nails through the back of his scalp, making him shudder again and kiss her harder. Since Aelin had already learned his weak spots, it was only fair he learned hers. She moved them until she was straddling his thighs, grabbed a fistful of his hair and made him look into her eyes. Rowan looked completely captivated. Good enough to lead his mouth to her neck. By the time he was lavishing her collarbone, Aelin had started to move her hips against his, deepening the frenzy they were in. When she took his shirt off, she… stopped.

Sensing her hesitation, Rowan gazed at her and his eyes looked understanding. They were both drunk. This wasn’t a ‘now or never’ kind of situation, Aelin was almost certain she would still see a lot of Rowan. Soon. Besides, the little time she had before sunrise wasn’t enough to do all the things she wanted to do to him. Whatever was brewing between them, she had a feeling both of them thought it was going to be great. So she would take her time.

He kissed her forehead. The tip of her nose. Both of her cheekbones. Her chin. And then a peck on her lips. Another few ones. Until he started kissing her again for real, but this time it wasn’t essentially steamy. They were more on the soft side, and Aelin didn’t know which one she preferred. She was feeling hot as well before, but the main feeling she got now was affection. At that moment she was hit by the realization that she had never felt that much cherished by a lover before, and it felt incredible. Her connection with Rowan felt incredible. Even though they hadn’t paid attention to each other until twelve-ish hours ago.

There was some noise from the little movement on the streets, but nothing enough to burst the little bubble they created for themselves. They kissed and talked and laughed until the moonlight that gleamed on them was slowly replaced by the sunlight that was now painting their skins.

“Will you get mad if I tell you I’m actually glad I smashed your car?” Aelin was smiling as if she didn’t know she could get a law suit from this crash.

“No. In fact, I’d be offended if you were sorry at this point.” A brief kiss. “So, I don’t know when I’m getting back from my parents’s because I’m depending on Enda, but maybe I can see you tomorrow?” It was cute how hopeful he sounded.

“Weren’t you supposed to wait three days to text?”

His eyebrows rose dangerously close to his hairline. “You want me to wait three full days? That sounds like a terrible waste of time.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Just kidding. Tomorrow is actually a slow day for me, text me when you’re free so we can figure something out.” She appeased him while saving her number on his phone. To her credit, he looked truly pleased now.

“Good. May I also send you a date suggestion? If it’s completely shit, you can make me wait three days.”

She kissed him for the last time that day.

“Tell me tomorrow.”

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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having insomnia is Great :)) i would like to request mayhaps a scenario where the reader is so sleep deprived that they havent gotten a proper good nights rest and it doesnt help that theyre overwhelmed with some sort of work. precious moth boy notices reader acting all weird and very sleepy than usual that he catches them practically on the verge of passing out one day before they head off to work so he makes the reader go to bed with him and cuddle until they finally get some sleep

hmmm yes i would also like a big Abyss moth to snuggle me to sleep <333

~ * ~ Chasing Dreams

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Fluff Warnings: Mentions of sleeplessness and you being absolutely exhausted (Childe helps though <33)

~ * ~ To live in Teyvat is to toil. It’s the fate you’ve resigned yourself to, of course, as all people of the Harbor have. Every child was taught at a young age by their friends, mentors, and family, “You must work to be successful. Give everything you’ve got, every day, and you will be rewarded.” And everyone keeps that hope in their heart, toiling and working away day after day in hopes of obtaining that hidden prize at the end. A few did reach it- Ladies Ningguang and Keqing, Captain Beidou, Director Hu Tao all found success, although the work never stopped for them. They found their reward. They found their prize. Apparently your reward is sleep deprivation and a mountain of paperwork that never seems to shrink. With a long-suffering groan you slide into your chair, fingers already grasping for your pen- your poor, worn, used pen that’s been molded to the shape of your hand. It’s nearly out of ink, you’ll need to get a new one soon. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you turn your attention to the document before you and banish your weariness to the back of your head. This form is to be submitted tomorrow morning, along with others, and you need to finish it before anything else. Bowing your head towards your desk, you rest the nib of your pen on the paper and begin to write. It’s hours later when you look up, the dawning sun giving way to a hot and bright noon. You can feel the still, warm air in your office, and you wave your hand like a makeshift fan to cool down. The only sound in the room is your pen scratching busily on the document, which quickly fades once you begin to register your joints aching. When you look down, the paper is filled and written, but there’s ink splattered across your fingers. You hiss in irritation, then sigh and shrug. At least it’s not on your paperwork. Your stomach growls, and you feel like growling yourself at the sunbeams that dance against the walls, taunting and mocking you. We’re out here, and you’re in there, working away while we shine and glow and enjoy each other’s company! Silly human, you never learn! You promptly shut the door in the sunlight’s face, almost stalking your way to the kitchen in search of some food. The drifting scent of tea eases the tension in your shoulders, and you close your eyes to take a deep inhale- it’s one of Zhongli’s blends, one of your and Childe’s favorite. Childe… Childe! You run the rest of the way to the kitchen, partially scared your beloved Abyss monster burned himself on the hot water, but also hopeful that you might be able to take a few minutes to snuggle into his fluff for a moment of peace and quiet. When you toss the door open, there he is, sitting at the table fiddling with two mugs full of steaming tea. He glances up and trills happily when he sees you, beaming in pride as he nudges a mug in your general direction. Gratefully you sit, sipping the hot tea and letting your mind wander. It jumps, from place to place, trains of thought starting and ending as soon as they appear in tandem with your tired, exhausted self. Childe chirps, and you blink tiredly, registering it just a moment too late. The chirp turns into a concerned whine, and he rises to come over to your side of the table, sitting beside you and worrying his fluff with his own claws. You reach forward to untangle said claws from his soft fur, and Childe in turn evades your hands to gently cup your face, croon soft and worried. His thumb presses against your cheek, just like the way you run your fingers over his mask when he needs comfort, and you lean into the touch with a silent exhale before looking up and forcing yourself to smile. “I’m okay, really.” Childe chitters, clearly in disagreement, but you simply shake your head and stand, holding your half-empty mug in your hand. You give him a quick peck on the cheek, which he returns with utmost care. But it’s covered by his fretful whimper, and he nudges his forehead against yours a moment too long, whining when you pull away and walk back to your office. You’re too deep in thought to see Childe’s worried gaze fixed upon your retreating figure as you return to your chair and desk, well known to you by now, and get back to work. The next time you glance up from the scattered papers on your desk, the sun is watery and just peeking over the horizon, on its way to carve its usual steady path through the sky. You frown, then wince as the movement sends pain shooting through your head, your previously pushed away weariness making itself very known and clear. You must’ve worked all day and night- at least most of the paperwork is done. Slowly, as to not upset your already-pounding head even more, you pack your bags and brush out your mussed hair. No time for breakfast this morning, you need to submit these documents as soon as possible. You toss on your coat as you make your way to the front door, blinking blearily at the morning light streaming through the windows. Your shoes sit lopsided on the floor where you kicked them off last night, too absorbed in your work to line them up neatly, and you sit to tie the laces, laces that look like little wriggling snakes to your tired, gritty eyes. Your fingers fumbling with your shoes is the last thing you remember before you nod off, right there at the front door, and are subsequently shaken awake and met with frantic chitters and trills. Childe kneels before you, claws grasping your shoulders, and he lets out a relieved coo when he sees you open your eyes. You mumble a “Thank you” before yawning so wide you can hear your jaw crack, and Childe yawns too, much like a cat. Then he crosses his arms, leveling you with a stern glare. He can’t speak, but the way he chirps and trills so seriously gets the message across to you all the same- you need sleep, badly. You rapidly shake your head, holding up the folder full of documents, filled, inked documents you spent so long making sure were perfect and all in order, but Childe huffs and squints at you. What about making sure your health is perfect and all in order? What about taking care of yourself? You can’t find an answer, lapsing into silence again. Childe’s glare softens, and he leans down to pick you up, sweeping your pained body against his own, leaning your aching head against the fluff that you love to spend hours brushing. He carries you to his room, despite your protests. “It won’t work. I can’t sleep.” He pushes open the door, your words falling upon deaf ears as he looks around for the perfect place to set you down. The entire room is covered in soft blankets and pillows, forming a nest of sorts- although it’s rarely used at night. He prefers to snuggle up with you in your bed at those times. But Childe’s room is wonderful for naps and cuddles, and he lowers you into a dip in the covers, perfectly sized for your body. Then he settles next to you, curling his body around yours to press his forehead against yours, his crystal-clear eye gazing into your drowsy, drooping ones. He holds something up to you- your half-full tea mug- and drapes an arm over your torso as you sip, snuggling his horned head on top of yours. A delicate wing flicks itself over your body, starry patterns speckling its surface, and you absentmindedly run your fingers over its edge. Your slow, gentle touch makes Childe purr, and the soothing rumble he makes runs through your body and drains the remaining stress and tension away. You feel yourself go limp, eyes struggling to stay open, but Childe simply croons, each note in his voice filled to bursting with love and affection. He drops a hand over your eyes, blocking out the rapidly-brightening sunlight, and you drowsily nuzzle into his touch like he does to you. Childe’s purrs increase in intensity and volume, and you swear you can pick out a touch of pride in his tone, as wordless as the sound is. A sleepy, content smile plays on your lips as you snuggle deeper into the blankets and finally allow your eyes to drift shut and pull you into slumber. Childe makes sure you’re breathing deeply, comfortably ensnared in sleep, before tightening his grip on you and burying his face in your hair. His own eye blinks tiredly, and closes as he leaves to find you, and join the delighted chase between dreams and stars.

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As seen on my FF.net

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC/? Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Final stretch in guessing who "Nick" is! Also, introducing Nicholas Carrow who's probably gonna be the new "bully" so to speak. Norah reveals her backstory to Ominis then Sebastian. Gryffindor party chapter is coming next!

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Chapter 9

Norah paced back and forth in the Slytherin girls' dormitory the next day. It was officially the last day of Professor Ronen's homework of secret summoning. She laid out all the letters "Nick" had given her, alongside her cluttered rolls of parchment after she just finished her Transfiguration essay, with another homework on ancient runes. Norah quickly closed her ink bottles before she slid off her bed.

Nerida watched her with an amused expression. "I don't know who that 'Nick' is, but my bet is on Sebastian," She said, almost nonchalantly before flipping through the pages of Witch Weekly.

"Possibly, but also possibly not," Norah said. "It could be Garreth, for all we know, or maybe even Leander."

"Or Ominis," Nerida pointed out with a knowing look. "You know, I saw him tell off Nicholas Carrow the other day."

"Carrow? What's he done?"

Nerida put the magazine down, a serious expression on her face. "Carrow's been going around telling people that you're a-" She looked quite pained, scrunching her face in disgust. "Mudblood. Ugh, I hate that word. And the worst thing is he's got some Ravenclaws agreeing. And that boy you've told off for sneaking a kneazle whisker last year."

"What did Ominis say?"

Just then, Imelda went in, having overheard their conversation in time. "Ominis threatened to tell Black, and when Carrow pointed out that Black shares a similar belief against muggle-borns, Ominis threatened to make up something," She said. "Don't think it got through to Carrow as much. Pureblood against pureblood or something like that."

Norah nodded. She realized that she hadn't told anyone much about where she came from. While she appreciated that Ominis defended her, she knew she had yet to tell any of them about her family. "Do you stand for it, Imelda?" She asked curiously.

"Merlin, I would never, it's a disgusting belief," Imelda scoffed. "It's a waste of time, when I could've used that time to practice my turns. If I want to get scouted by the Holyhead Harpies, I had better stay as focused as I can and I intend to."

"Understood," Norah stopped in front of the letters.

"You're surprisingly calm about this," Imelda pointed out.

"Well, it's a shame Carrow's like that. I don't really care about him, but if he goes after people I know, it's going to be a different story," She said.

Imelda and Nerida chuckled, exchanging knowing looks. "That's our Hogwarts heroine," The quidditch team captain grinned. "Besides, Carrow better think twice about his words before uttering mudblood around a lot of us. He probably shouldn't forget how you took down a troll and a goblin warlord. He's easy bait."

The three girls snickered. "And the fact that you could take down groups of Ashwinders without blinking. I'd like to see him try doing what you did in fifth year," Nerida frowned. "We may be under Slytherin house, but we know to knock our own down a peg if needed."

"Too bad Ranrok's dead then," Norah joked.

Her owl suddenly swooped in, carrying yet another letter. "Ooh, speak of the devil, another letter from 'Nick'?" Grace grinned as she went inside. "This might be the last one before the party tomorrow night."

"Probably. Maybe I can reply to Nick directly this time," Norah shrugged, taking the envelope from Starlight's leg and giving her a treat. The owl gave an affectionate nip at her finger and settled herself on her perch.

Norah cleared her things and left the room, wanting to speak with Ominis about what Nerida and Imelda told her. She passed by Violet, who told her about what happened between Ominis and Nicholas. Upon reaching the common room, she saw the small crowd of boys gathered near the Slytherin statue. Among them was Nicholas himself.

Nicholas Carrow looked similar to Harlow in that he looked quite gaunt. While not as tall, he had a dark brown buzzcut. He often looked like he was about to cast curses on anyone who stood in his way.

"Oi! Mudblood!"

The entire common room had gone silent, Norah raising a brow at him. His expression twisted into a grin that she knew was him about to try and provoke her. "Shut it, Carrow!" Grace shot at him, a look of disgust on her features as she heard what happened and went back out.

But the blonde's attempt to silence him did nothing. "What? We're in Slytherin house, not so sure Norah Lee the mudblood belongs in here, though," Nicholas took a few strides.

"Oh, you were referring to me, I'm sorry," Norah spoke, feeling the eyes of everyone else on her now. "What's with the slur all of a sudden?"

"You heard me," Nicholas pointedly replied. "You might have taken out a dark wizard and goblin for all we know. But you being a mudblood will never get you as far. I mean, you came into this school four bloody years late. It's that muggle blood, I suspect."

Norah studied his features. She was relieved this wasn't taking place elsewhere in the castle. She'd hate to see the actual muggle-borns having to witness this. "What do you want, Carrow? Need help with your homework or something?" She asked, wanting to get to the point. "Or are you just going to stand there and call me mudblood all day? If that's what you want, mate, you should find something else to do with your time."

Her remarks set off snickers from many of their fellow housemates. She knew it was only going to fuel the fire Nicholas had going. But she knew if they were to settle this, it was best to get to the point of the name calling and smearing. Nicholas brandished his wand and pointed it at her.

"Expelliarmus!"

In lightning speed, Norah non-verbally cast protego to shield herself. When Nicholas was caught off-guard, Norah non-verbally cast levioso, seeing him floating a few feet from the floor. She approached him. "Hate is too strong an emotion to waste on something you don't like," She said, her voice low but stern. "I don't mind a little duel, but if you ever utter the word mudblood to anyone in this school again, I'll show you what I've been through in fifth year."

Nicholas fell to the floor, seething with rage and humiliation as Norah left the common room. All the more she wanted to talk to Ominis and Sebastian, if he was even around when their argument happened. She went to the Undercroft where she saw the blonde himself, sitting down on one of the plush red couches. He looked furious.

"Norah? Is that you?" Yet his voice didn't seem to show any hint of anger.

"Yeah, I heard about what you did with Carrow. Are you alright?" She said as she approached him, sitting down on the space next to the blonde.

"I am, but I wish I could've done more. The nerve of Carrow to call you such an unspeakable word," Ominis sighed in frustration. It was a word he heard all too often with his family, aside from torturing muggles for sport. "I hope Carrow knows what's good for him. I will not hesitate to use my family's connection to Black to get him expelled if he ever dares utter such words again."

As Ominis was about to say more, he was cut off when Norah wrapped her arms around him in a hug. His body froze, caught off-guard by her warm embrace. His heart was racing, his cheeks were heating up. It was like being thawed out of an icy prison, a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. The only time he felt something similar was when his beloved aunt Noctua Gaunt would give him a hug, protecting him from his own family's abuse while she was around.

"That was very brave of you, what you tried to do to Carrow," She said softly, nuzzling his shoulder. Norah wanted to explain that she also gave him a little telling off before coming to the Undercroft, but somehow, she felt the story would be better told some other time. She leaned back until she pulled away gently, her hands trailing down his arms and on the tops of his hands. "I realized I haven't told you and the others much about me, where I've come from," She chuckled.

Ominis tilted his head. "What do you mean?"

Norah relaxed into the couch. "I am what Professor Garlick would refer to as a late bloomer," She said. "My magical abilities came in very late, to the surprise and relief of my parents. They're both squibs."

The blonde's expression fell slightly at her revelation. Aside from muggle-borns, squibs were also among those that the wizarding world regarded with some prejudice. People who were born into magical families but do not possess magical abilities themselves, they weren't allowed to attend Hogwarts or any other magical school, and more often than not, integrated with the muggles instead.

"My parents worked to live a comfortable life, even amongst the muggles. They live in a classy district in London, something your family might be familiar with. But even if they were well-regarded amongst the muggles, they never forgot all about these things. My mum used to read the Tales of Beetle the Bard to me at night, my dad would talk about the Quidditch teams. They'd buy some storybooks in Diagon Alley with some help, and they'd have it around to remind themselves of where they came from," Norah chuckled as she recalled the details, glancing at Ominis every now and then, who was intently listening and smiling at the memories.

"I attended a muggle school for most of my life, but I didn't make much friends there really, until my 15th birthday, I started seeing those ancient magic traces."

Norah smiled as she remembered. "And that was when I received the Hogwarts letter from Professor Weasley," She said. "A few days later, Professor Fig arrived, and started to teach me the basics of everything, and the rest is history."

"What do they think of what you've done in fifth year?" Ominis asked as carefully as possible.

"Oh, they were incredibly surprised," She laughed. "They couldn't believe that I did all that I did then. Sometimes, whenever I have to talk about it, it surprises me too. Me? Slay trolls? Acromantulas? Take down poachers, ashwinders, and goblin loyalists? Even a goblin warlord? It's what the muggles say, too good to be true."

"They should be proud of you," He said. "I know I would be. And I am."

Norah smiled. "I hope they are. Thank you."

Ominis reached out for her hand, moving up to her wrist instead to gently pat it, which she appreciated. This was one of those times that he desperately wanted to see her face, and really tell her that she was the most amazing person he had ever met. Yet, as only he knew how, he channeled this growing feeling of admiration through this moment between them.

"Have you told this to anyone?" He asked.

"No. Not really. I suspect the teachers all know, but as for the students, I'm not sure," She said. "Sebastian's going to know in time, as will Natty, Poppy, and Amit. And whoever else might hear. If Nicholas finds out, I don't really care."

The mention of the Carrow boy made Ominis frown again. "Norah, don't concern yourself with whatever Carrow's up to, or plans to do," He said. "Frankly, I must admit, he reminds me of my family. Something I have no wish to be part of."

She shook her head, placing her hand over his. "Don't worry. I did threaten him against calling anyone mudblood earlier. He tried to disarm me, but I levitated him first."

"Good girl," A small smirk played across the blonde's face.

Sebastian appeared, looking rather smug upon seeing Norah. "I heard about what you did to Carrow in the common rooms. Merlin, I wish I could've seen it," He said, sitting down on the floor in front of them, putting his bag to the side. "I have to be there next time you tell Carrow off. I heard he's still livid."

The two of them chuckled. "Alright, you will be there if Carrow tries to do anything while I'm around. Ominis has threatened to frame him for something too. Besides, you needed to be here much earlier for another reason," She hummed.

"Really? What?" Sebastian was curious.

It was in this second time that Norah felt more at ease at revealing where she came from. When Natty and Poppy first pressed her on her beginnings, she was a little hesitant, feeling a little embarrassed for entering Hogwarts a little late. While she wasn't really ashamed of her beginnings, Norah remembered what her parents had always told her. That what mattered more was what they chose to make of themselves, and that they worked hard and were always kind.

The Sallow boy was left stunned by her revelation. "The teachers all probably know, as for everyone else, I'm not sure," Norah shrugged.

"Well, I'm always one for the belief that anyone can have magical potential no matter where they come from," Sebastian nodded. "Carrow better watch his mouth from now on. He's not going to be safe even in the common rooms."

"Unfortunately, Carrow's not the only one who shares the same sentiment," Ominis pointed out with a huff.

Norah remembered the letter she received from "Nick." She took it out from her pocket and opened the envelope. Upon reading the message, the suspicions she had long had as to who Nick was clicked. Her heart was suddenly pounding at the confirmation the more she read the note.

To Norah Lee,

The cost of making only the maker knows, Valueless if bought, but sometimes traded. A poor man may give one as easily as a kind. When one is broken, pain and deceit are assured.

Let this final riddle be, The answer to get to me. I look forward to sharing your company, Perhaps at the Gryffindor party. Follow the clues, follow the leads, My beautiful little sleuth, If you want another clue, I shall leave you with this,

My senses are heightened, Except for one. I hope I surprised you. Your name, I have summoned.

Your Nick

By now, Norah knew that Poppy was likely enjoying a little date by the lake with Andrew. Perhaps Henry and Natty finally managed to formally get together, the same with Amit and Samantha. Norah was now looking forward to the Gryffindor party more than ever.

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