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daydreaming-nerd · 2 months

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Lipstick Kisses (Azriel x Female! reader)

AN: while I LOVED my last Azriel fic I felt kinda bad about how it ended to so even though this was supposed to be a Cassian fic I thought I would switch it up just to say I’m sorry lol

Summary: You and Azriel weren’t together. But you also weren’t not together. Sure he warmed your bed nightly, but he had made it clear that he was hesitant to date his best friend, Rhysand’s, little sister. You were content to play the game until one night a certain princess got so far under your skin you couldn’t see straight.

Warnings: jealousy, unprotected sex, cockwarming if you squint?

Word Count: 2496

(all pics are from pinterest)

Rita’s had never been so busy before. Packed from wall to wall with members of every court here to celebrate the week leading up to Starfall. A tradition my brother had long since put on. Everyone seemed to be merry and happy, even Azriel who stood at the bar with the Princess of Adriata.

Azriel and I had been hot and heavy for a couple of months. My whole life the shadowsinger and I had danced around one another, flirting here and there but never acting. It wasn’t until one night when I ran into the spymaster in the hallway of the House of Wind, when we couldn’t stay away from one another. It was a mess of hands, teeth, tongues and kisses as he took me against the wall. From that moment on Azriel sought to warm my bed nightly, but nothing more and I never thought to ask him why for fear of losing him. We weren’t together, weren’t not together. And I had no right to stare daggers at the Princess of Adriata, yet here I stood, at the edge of the room doing just that.

“Looking a little tense there y/n,” Cassain drawled, nudging my shoulder.

“I am not tense,” I gritted out.

“Then why does it look like you’re about to shatter that glass with your bare hand?” he retorts. I look to where my polished fingers are gripping my cocktail in rage.

“I’m just scared someone is going to knock my drink out of my hand, it’s super busy in here,” I say, loosening my grip on the glass.

Cassian let out a chuckle, “You sure it has nothing to do with the way Az is looking at the Princess of Adriata?” he smirked. While Az and I hadn’t told anyone about our nightly escapades, poor Cassain was practically forced to have the knowledge as his room was next to mine.

I meet Cassian’s eyes in a sideways glare causing him to laugh again.

“Of course he wants The Princess of Adriata,” I sneer at her name.

“You’re a Princess too y/n,” Cassian reminds me.

“Yeah well apparently not the right type,” I huff, turning around so I don’t have to watch them smile and flirt anymore.

“You should get him back,” Cassian muses.

“If you’re trying to take me into your bed again it won’t work.” I laugh while sipping my drink, remembering a different drunken night, or a few of them, that Cassian and I had shared at Rita’s.

“You wound me Princess, you can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself all those years ago,” he smirked, bumping my shoulder again.

“Illyrians really are sensitive babies. Now what kind of revenge did you have in mind?” I smirk into my glass.

“You got some red lipstick in that bag?” his eyes gleamed.

I rummage around through the mess of trinkets in my purse till I find the red rouge sitting in the bottom and pull it out. “Looks like I do,” I say, holding it up for him to see.

“Perfect, now put it on,” he says standing in front of me so I can use his siphon as a mirror as I always had for years anytime I needed to fix my makeup or hair. He used to hate it, but now I think it makes him feel special.

“I fail to see where this is going,” I contest putting the lipstick back in my bag.

Cassian didn’t say anything, he just pointed to his cheek asking for me to kiss it. I rolled my eyes and obliged. When I pulled back a bright red lipstick stain adorned his cheek and I realized what he was doing now.

“Cassian, you're a genius,” I laugh.

“Well I am a specialist in war tactics after all. Now go around and say hello to every Lord in here and greet them with one of your sweet kisses. The second Az looks around he’s going to lose his mind.” he explains.

“Thanks Cass,” I laugh before turning away but I feel his hand on my arm.

“I think I might deserve a little more thanks than that Princess,” he says playfully.

“Fine you big baby,” I roll my eyes before placing a quick kiss on his lips seeing the lipstick residue there.

“You’re welcome princess,” he smirks triumphantly before turning away.

I turn to the crowd of people in front of me scanning the hundreds of happy faces packed into the tavern. Like a beacon of hope I find Thesan conversing with two other Lords, the perfect target.

“Thesan!” I cheer, “My brother and I are honored to have you here in our court,” I greet him sweetly, pressing a discreet kiss to his cheek.

“Princess it’s always a pleasure to be in your presence,” Thesan smiles warmly. “May I present Lord Baylor and Lord Suffolk.”

Both Lords reach their hands out to mine and I push them away, “Please I’ve never been fond of handshakes,” I smile gently, embracing each of them and pressing kisses to their cheeks as well.

“We are honored to be here Princess y/n, the stories of your beauty still don’t do you justice,” Lord Baylor smiled.

“You all flatter me too much, it’s going to go straight to my head,” I tease playfully before excusing myself to mingle with the other lords.

I continue my charade until my drink empties and I’m forced to retreat to the bar for another. I be sure to pass right by where Azriel and The Princess of Adriata are talking before leaning against the bartop and requesting my regular. I try to hide the smirk when I feel a certain scarred hand graze my elbow.

“Is there a reason why those red lips have been on the cheek of every man here tonight Princess?” Azriel says lowly into my ear.

“I’m just being a good host Az,” I say, not keeping my eye off the bartender making my drink.

“More than good the way I see it,” he grits and his hands trace the backs of my arms. The bartender brings my drink over and I leave a large tip in his jar. I finally turn to meet Azriel’s intense gaze.

“Don’t be so jealous Azriel, after all we aren’t even together,” I tilt my head before sauntering off.

When I get back to the House of Wind that night I’m utterly exhausted. I open the door to my bedroom and kick my shoes off sending them flying across the room. My dress is the next to go, falling in a pile on the floor. I wash up, and slip on my nightgown before falling into my bed with a sigh, too lazy to turn off the small fae light next to me. I try to sleep but it’s not the same without a certain Illyrian next to me.

A half hour later I hear the door open slowly, I pretend to still be asleep not wanting to even speak to Azriel. When I had left Rita’s he was still talking with The Princess of Adriata, and this time she had a hand on his bicep.

I heard daggers and leathers falling to the ground as the bed sank behind me.

“Scooch over Princess, there's no room for me,” he whispered into my ear as his arms circled around me to move me over.

“Get off me Az, I don’t remember inviting you to my bed tonight,” I grumble, not moving an inch.

He doesn’t move, “I’ve been sleeping here for three months y/n what do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want The Princess of Adriata’s sloppy seconds sleeping in my bed, now go to your own room,” I huff, slamming my head down on my pillow for emphasis.

Azriel scoffs, “This is about Cressida?” he asks in disbelief.

“Oh good for you, you’re on a first name basis with the oh so perfect princess,” I say donning the same mocking tone I used to Cassian.

“You do know that you’re also a Princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“So I’ve heard,” I roll my eyes, moving my shoulder away from him. “Now get out.”

“Y/n, I didn’t sleep with her,” Azriel says, pressing another kiss to my shoulder.

“Yeah right,” I scoff.

“She did try, but I told her I was seeing someone,” he continued kissing my arm.

“Oh really?” I sneer.

“Yes my love,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “You.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be with me, I thought you just wanted to fuck me,” I grumble trying not to enjoy his lips on my body.

“I never said that,” he states and I can feel his agitation.

“Well you didn’t not say it either, what am I supposed to think when I only see you at night?” I argue.

“Fine, I’ll admit it, I was scared.” he grumbled, moving to lean back on the pillows.

I sit up to face him and find him pressing the heels of his hands into his forehead like he has the largest migraine to ever be known to man.

“Scared of what?” I scoff in disbelief. He was Azriel, my spymaster and a shadowsinger. I had seen his fierceness on a battlefield countless times, seen him slaughter enemies of my court. What could possibly scare him?

“I was scared that one day you’d wake up and realize what I truly am, a lowborn nobody. You’re a princess for gods sakes y/n. The most beautiful woman in Prythian. You should be with a prince like Varian, not me. And even though I knew that I couldn’t stay away from you. You smell so good and your skin is so soft and the way you look at me sometimes? It would’ve taken all seven High Lords to keep me from your bed, especially when you invite me to it so willingly. I was scared that if we made our relationship something more than just pleasure that you would realize that, and that’s a blow I couldn’t handle.” Azriel confessed, finally ripping his hands off his forehead to stare at the ceiling.

“Azriel I-”

“It’s okay you don’t have to say anything,” he sighed, getting out of bed.

“Az,” I plead, but he keeps walking.

“Azriel stop!” I scream not the request of a lover, but the order of a princess. I see his wings twitch as he stops moving, still not turning to meet my eye.

“Azriel I love you,” I confess.

He whips around to meet my eyes, using his years of reading people to try and decipher whether or not I’m telling the truth. He finds no trace of a lie and before I know it he’s standing over the bed and bringing his lips to mine. His knees sink to the bed and I use his off balance to push him down into the pillows so I can straddle his lap.

“Do you mean it?” he asks as I lean back to look at him, his eyes blown out and on cloud nine.

“I’ve loved you for years Az, just ask my brother. When I thought you didn’t want to do anything but bed me my heart was broken, but I was willing to take whatever I could get.” I explained.

“You have all of me y/n, you always will,” he smiles, leaning up to kiss me. “But I’m still mighty jealous of all those lipstick prints, especially the ones I saw on Cassian.” he smirks against my skin.

“I think I can make it up to you,” I smile before reaching over to my bedside table to retrieve the lipstick from my discarded clutch. I keep our eyes locked as I put the cherry red color all over my lips and I swear I feel his cock twitch under me.

I lean down to leave a kiss on his cheek, then his forehead, his jaw, his chin and then I give the other side of his face the same treatment. I move my lips down either side of his neck earning a low groan from him. I smile and continue my assault all over his bare chest and shoulders.

“Fuck y/n,” he moans and I can tell he’s trying not to flip me over and pound me into the mattress.

I leave lipstick marks all over his abs and when I reach his boxers I pull the waistband down just enough to leave a kiss right above his aching cock.

“Fuck this I need to be inside you,” he grunts and I’m quickly being hauled up by my arms and tossed on my back. Within moments he slams his cock inside me.

“Oh fuck Azriel!” I scream, raking my nails down his back.

The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping as Azriel thrusts inside me at a brutal pace. Both seeking his own pleasure and to claim.

“Your turn Princess,” he smirks before sucking the skin of my neck into his mouth. My hands fly to his hair pulling him closer to me as his teeth sink into my neck.

“Azriel,” I breathe into his ear and he spurs his hips even faster. I feel him leave a light lick soothing the skin he bit into.

“Mine,” he growls before leaning back to admire his work. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders to hit me even deeper making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Azriel!” I scream practically in subspace.

“That’s right Princess, let everyone know who owns this little pussy,” he grins with male pride.

“Yours Az all yours,” I breathe, unable to find my words.

“Good girl,” he says before reaching down to rub circles into my clit. The sudden sensation is enough to have me arching my back and cumming on his cock, a string of curses and his name falling off my lips.

Azriel continues thrusting into me seaking his own pleasure before spilling into me with a moan that practically shakes the doors. His head burrows into my neck and I run my hands through his hair pressing kisses to his face. I look up at him to see the lipstick marks all over him and I can’t help but laugh.

He rolls us to the side taking me with him so his cock is still inside me.

“Do you think Rhys is gonna kill me when he finds out?” Azriel asks jokingly but I can tell he’s genuinely wondering.

“Well he was pissed at Cassian but he got over it so I’d say we’re good,” I sigh tracing the lipstick marks left on his chest.

“Wait, you slept with Cassian?” he asks, stunned.

“Yeah like 105 years ago, you didn’t know?” I laugh.

“No I didn’t,” he says, throwing his arms around me and standing up making sure his cock doesn’t leave its spot nestled inside me.

“What are you doing?” I giggle playing with his hair as I feel my back hit the far wall of my room.

“Fucking you against Cassian’s bedroom wall,” he smirks kissing me deeply. “Gotta let him know we’re official now.”

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versadies · 1 year

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would’ve could’ve should’ve (alhaitham x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. would’ve could’ve should’ve

ADDRESSED. alhaitham (w/ gn!reader)

STAMPS. in which you break up with alhaitham and he sees you again one year later.

CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, ooc!alhaitham (?), break-up, grammar errors, it’s mentioned that alhaitham has past lovers (which are not canon)

POST-SCRIPT. expect more angst fics coming soon while waiting for evermore <33 !!

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Alhaitham is a rational man.

It’s what helps him focus on important things that benefit him. It’s what helps him know what’s necessary or not. It’s what helps him seek truths and knowledge. It’s what helps him choose decisions without his emotions getting in the way. It’s what makes him not an emotional man.

That’s why it’s easy for him to oblige and agree when you ask for a break up. To him, relationships are just partnerships that bring beneficial things. He expected this relationship to end just like his other ones, so he wasn’t too surprised with your request.

Alhaitham could only watch you pack your things and leave the place as he bids you goodbye and wishes you well. That’s the last time he ever saw you.

He thought you’re like everyone else who got to be in a relationship with him — and for your information, he makes sure to treat them all well — you enjoy your time with him, and then break up with him.

However, unlike the relationships he had, his relationship with you is… different.

Unlike with his other relationships, his relationship with you was the longest one — to the point where you even moved in with him in his home and spent time together working in his office.

When you left, his home was a bit… emptier and quiet. He tells himself that it’s just because he got used to your presence around this place. It’s not like he misses the sounds of you humming to a song while working in his office.

It’s not like he misses seeing you in the kitchen looking through the refrigerator. It’s not like he misses seeing you in the living room reading a book, nor does he miss seeing you in the bedroom waiting for him, reading yet another novel that sparks your interest.

It’s not like he misses you dragging him outside to take him to restaurants or shops, nor does he miss you hugging him from behind and watching him work.

Besides that, his office feels strangely suffocating. He always finds himself glancing at a certain spot, only to find nothing there. He couldn’t stand staying in his office for too long, and he doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t miss anything from your relationship. Not at all.

Even when he always expects to hear the sounds of you rushing towards him for a hug when he comes home, even when he expects to see you in the bedroom, and even when he’s always reminded of you whenever he goes out, remembering the times when you took him out.

He doesn’t know why you’re different from his other exes, but he regretted it when he found out.

It took him exactly 1 year, 2 months and 1 day, when he finally saw you again after the break-up.

You look different, but in a good way. You look happier than before, and you seem pleasantly surprised to bump into him.

“Hello, Alhaitham.” You spoke to him softly with a smile. A smile which made his heart feel things.

“Hello as well, ( Name ).” He replied, his shoulders relaxing. “How are you?”

You look a bit surprised from his question, only for your eyes to soften. “I’ve been doing well. How about you? How are things going for you as the Acting Grand Sage?”

“I’ve been doing well, but it’s quite a hassle to be in such a position.” He says with a huff.

He hears you laughing lightly from his comment, which causes his lips to twitch a little from the sound. “I see you’re still you as always.. I’m glad.” You said.

Alhaitham couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to say more things to you. He wants to tell you how his home feels emptier since you left, how things aren’t the same as it used to be before he met you, and how much he misses y—

He stops himself before he could admit it.

“I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Alhaitham.” You said with a smile. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

“...Take care, ( Name ). It was nice seeing you as well.”

And with that, he watches you walk away. Conflict runs through his thoughts, unsure whether or not he should stop you and admit it.

“…( Name ), wait.”

You immediately stop your tracks and look back at Alhaitham in confusion. “Yes?”

Alhaitham hesitates for a moment, still unsure what to say. I love you. I miss you. I was a fool for letting you go.

With so many things he wanted to say to you, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“…I’m sorry for what I did last year.” was all he could say. He realized it’s better to let you go, so that you could be with someone else who could make you happier than he can.

You’re surprised by his words, thinking of what to say next.

“..It’s all in the past. There’s nothing for you to apologize for since you didn’t do anything wrong.” You said with an assuring smile. “I.. I’m sorry too. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

You then turn around. “See you next time, Alhaitham.”

And then you’re gone.

Alhaitham kept his mouth shut. Although his face remains as stoic as it can be, his feelings weren’t.

Because all in all, he did find someone who makes him happy.

It’s you.

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chaosisalwayscrying · 4 months

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i NEEEEEED a chris or matt x british reader cos there just never is any and i just want. i’ve asked before but they lowkey just kept on saying “it’s chewsday innit” over and over again 😭

LONDON GIRL

⇥ synopsis : matt goes to with his girlfriend to the place she grew up, london

⇥ warnings : none :)!

⇥ extra : ummm i hate this 😝 its been pushed back sm cause of school AND i rewrote it sm cause i hated it. i hope this is good enough 😕 ty for the request anon!!

⇥ masterlist !

⇥ taglist !

you and matt had met at an influencer party, after you had just moved in with friends in LA from london. they were big in the influencer scene and decided to drag you out. of course, they ditched you in favor of drinking and flirting with whoever possible, but you weren't interested in even speaking until matt ran into you.

when you turned, it was like love at first sight. he frantically apologized for almost knocking you over, and when you spoke and he heard your accent, he fell harder. your thick accent was so attractive to him, and he was asking for your number before his brain could even process it.

you gave it to him, figuring that nows the time to make new friends.

and now, a year later, you're in a happy 8-month long relationship. matt was nothing short of amazing, he pampered you and make you feel special every day.

so, when you decided to go back to london for week to visit, you drag matt, chris, and nick with you too.

"are you sure its ok we come back to london with you pretty? dont you want to visit family and go around alone?" matt asks, watching you from his place on the bed.

"i wanna show you all my favorite places matt, and we can explore and shop with your brothers!" you return, a wide grin on your face as you turn to look at him. you were in the middle of packing you and matts clothes in a suitcase.

matts heart swells as you smile at him, before asking for the tenth time if you wanted him to help.

"no it’s ok, i like to pack stuff. plus i wanna organize it. we already set out our outfits so i just have to pack them" you say, turning back to the suitcase and placing a shirt on your side.

"oh! actually, can you go pack the toiletries? i wrote out a list of all the stuff, it should be on the vanity with the bag" you ask, not turning as you hear him get up and shuffle around.

"of course, ill be back" he said, coming up behind you and kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“thank youuu!” you say in a sing-song voice as he walks out, blush burning on your cheeks from his actions.

by the time you had packed you and matts things, it felt as if your whole wardrobe was packed up all over again. when you had gone upstairs to check on chris and nick, nick was sat on top of the suitcase as chris tried to zip it, making you laugh for a good few minutes.

once you stopped laughing at their expense, they practically begged you to help them reorganize and pack, to which you obliged with a smile.

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landing in london was like sweet relief, the plane was uncomfortable and there was a lot of turbulence, and you had gotten so dizzy and nauseous at a point you had to lock yourself in the plane bathroom.

the plane rides were brutal, from la to boston, then to london in the same trip was sure to take a toll on anyone, but the triplets had never flown that long before and it was definitely taking its toll. chris could barely order the uber for all of you, and matt almost missed your shared luggage and grabbed someone elses.

the next few days were chaotic, magical, and felt completely unreal. you and the boys started off your week by exploring some little shops close to the hotel, not wanting to go too far because of the jetlag still wearing off.

the day after that, you dragged the boys around to all the tourist locations possible. nick and chris were so eager to get cool pictures and film for their channel, that you and matt were able to have nice quiet moments and cute pictures (courtesy of nick and chris).

when you were near big ben, chris and nick had gone off to an obvious tourist shop to get stupid shirts and whatever else they could find, leaving you and matt on a bridge nearby as the sun began setting.

"y'know," matt began, turning from the sunset to look in your eyes. "i’m really happy you invited us on this trip. seeing the place you grew up from your perspective and exploring your favorite spots feels so special. i love you" he smiled, leaning in for a kiss right after.

the kiss was soft and sweet, matt holding your hips as your hands rest on his cheeks. as you part, you hear obnoxious cheers from certain boys a few feet away. you blush furiously as matt turned around with a playful scowl on his lips.

“you guys suck!” he calls, a chuckle breaking his angry facade. he turns back to you and playfully rolls his eyes, though in his head he was hoping his brothers got photos of them in front of the sunset.

“im glad you’re having fun, matty. i was scared you’d hate london” you smile, finally responding to his previous comment. matts expression morphed into disbelief, which made you laugh.

“hate london? i love it here! minus most of the food, but other than that i love it here baby, im so happy you invited us.” he smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.

you smiled too, happy that he and his brothers were having so much fun in london, a place so beautiful and near to your heart.

ove the next few days, you and the boys explored the city some more, finding cute boutiques and cringey tourist shops alike. all the shopping you did made it hard to repack your bags and fit everything, and you had to get nick and chris to sit on your suitcases to get them shut.

you would say the trip was a success, you got to revisit all your favorite places and make them even more special as you made new memories there.

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bonny-kookoo · 7 months

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Bonny if possible I'd love to know how the Stereotypes couple will face the new bond situation. Does it change anything else apart from being able to reach the O? Are they both happy and comfortable with it despite not having talked about the possibility beforehand (so was my impression at least)?

After Yoongi had taken a good look at your now shared bond, it's pretty clear that it's a proper one. A permanent one- because even now, after days, the scar still remains none of your body's usually fast healing affecting it whatsoever.

And another thing that's happened, is that it stopped.

No longer are you both being perceived as nothing but prey- no one dares to go after you no more, scent having mixed to a new one that clearly tells the fact of a mated couple, rather than two mingling omegas. But even that is not all.

Jungkook had gone on a trip with friends, despite Yoongi's warning to not go by himself. You didn't feel too great having Jungkook gone, but you managed, somewhat- not wanting to ruin his fun just because he's now mated.

But it's obvious that when Jungkook returns, that he now knows exactly what Yoongi was warning him about.

He had fun, he really did- but he couldn't sleep well if at all, he constantly felt an odd constricting feeling in his throat that just worsened the longer he was gone, mind constantly coming up with new reasons to worry about you back home, constant messages increasing towards you, anxiety growing if you didn't respond right away.

And now that he's back home, he's clingy, constantly attached to you, seeking any affection you can offer him.

Jimin laughs as he watches the young omega sleepily scent you yet again, moving around to properly hold you, both of you occupying the newly bonded couple's home. Yoongi has offered to let you stay with him and Jimin during the last day of Jungkook's trip- your side effects from not having your freshly bonded mate close having caused you great distress you don't want to admit to Jungkook.

You don't want him to feel bad- but you've been absolutely miserable, especially during the last day- crying until you felt nauseous, hidden away under blankets and Jungkook's clothes.

So now, earlier, when Jungkook came over to technically pick you up, you both fell into a different mindset- clinging onto one another to make up for lost time. You literally are touch-starved, and since you're both omegas, neither of you are currently really conscious enough to be left alone. Or at least, that's what Yoongi said- Jimin is convinced the alpha just feels protective with both of your distressed scents around.

And, since you're considered part of his 'pack', he feels almost obligated to offer help.

"How are the two?" The alpha wonders, entering the living room after having finished some stuff in his office, watching how Jimin puts a blanket over Jungkook and you who are finally able to find proper sleep. "I told him to take her with him.." Yoongi shakes his head.

"He has to learn, like you said." His mate offers. "He can't replace an alpha, neither can she. They have to figure things out themselves, and that's by trial and error." He shrugs.

"Still." Yoongi huffs, though he decides to no longer push the subject. "You gonna come to bed?" He asks, eyes still on you and Jungkook.

"I think we'll sleep downstairs here too, no?" Jimin purrs teasingly, hugging Yoongi. "I know for a fact you won't be able to sleep properly if you can't watch over them." He jokes, and Yoongi rolls his eyes-

though he does walk up to get some blankets and a sleeping mat for the living room.

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ladykailitha · 8 months

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Well Met By Moonlight Part 3

Hi!! So I can't link to part 2 (well I can, but that whole section remains lost) at the moment because the damn post is broke and can't be edited and according the belabored staff it was an issue for a lot of people that posted during that seven hour window when the tags were down last Thursday. So they have a shit ton of help tickets to wade through, though they have assured me they are looking into it.

But as soon as they have it figured out I will link back to the original post, until then I'll link the fixed reposted version for now and apologize profusely for the fuck up.

I have the whole back story plotted out for what happened and why, I'm just not sure where the story is going to go to get to those reveals. However this means you get enjoy the ride with me.

So without further ado, Steve gets his man vampire.

Part 1 Part 2

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Steve turned to Robin. “Telling you to leave, too isn’t going to work, is it?” he asked with a sigh.

She grinned at him. “Nope!”

He turned to Eddie who had been watching the whole interaction with a curious tilt to his head. Steve thought he looked like a puppy like that. Big brown eyes, adorable head tilt, the hair being a stand-in for floppy ears...

Puppy.

He was also one hundred percent sure that Eddie would have been offended by the comparison.

“What’s got you smiling like that, sweetheart?” Eddie asked.

“You,” Steve replied truthfully.

Robin faked retching. “Oh my god, I’m going to gag on the absolute sap oozing off the both of you.”

Steve blushed, but Eddie wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

“That’s it,” Robin said, throwing her arms in the air. “I’m out of here. Steve, don’t die. Eddie, you hurt my best friend and not even all the vampires in the coven and all the wolves in this pack would be able to stop me from ripping you to pieces, do you understand?”

Eddie smiled with just his lips, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “I read you loud and clear.”

Robin nodded and then marched back into the trees.

Suddenly Steve could feel the importance of it just being the two of them.

He cleared his throat and scratched his cheek nervously. “I wanted to thank you for the rescue. I was so sure I was going to die that night.”

Eddie grinned, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I’m glad Uncle Wayne sent me.”

Steve felt his insides turn cold. “Oh. You only came to my rescue because Wayne sent you?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side thoughtfully as he took in the question. “Sweetheart, I think you misunderstand something. Rescuing you was an obligation to the pack leader, loyalty to my uncle and maker, and a sign of my love and devotion for you. I don’t need to have a single reason. I’m allowed multiple reasons for doing something.” He wagged his eyebrows suggestively. “For doing you.”

Steve snorted, but the ice was beginning to melt in his gut. Eddie took a step closer and then another when Steve didn’t flinch or take a step back. Soon they were inches from each other.

“I am worried,” Eddie murmured gently. “What kind of trouble a turned vampire and a werewolf alpha would cause in a town that is already balanced on the edge of a knife.”

Steve nodded, carefully taking Eddie’s face into his hands. “I’m worried too. But I think we’re going to need band together not just turned vampires like you and your uncle and my pack, but the coven, too. What happened to me was just the tip of the iceberg and the new sheriff seems shockingly anti-supernatural.”

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded. “God, do you know how much I’ve wanted to stand here with you like this? To have you see me?”

Steve brought their foreheads together. “I did see you, Eds. I did. But I wasn’t the alpha then and you were a mere mortal.”

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shuddering breath. “It’s why I asked Wayne to change me, you know. Because if Hopper was afraid of him then made if he made me, Hopper would have to let me near you.”

“Oh, darling...” Steve murmured. “I wish you didn’t have to do that, but I don’t think your uncle would have appreciated me turning you into a werewolf, so...”

Eddie threw back his head a laugh. “Oh god! The look on his face would have been priceless. I almost wish I had waited until I was twenty-one to ask, just for that reason.”

Steve smiled. “Yes, but then it would have been Wayne that rescued me and I wouldn’t gotten to see how sexy you are when you chase your prey.”

Eddie’s face transformed under the feral grin that spread over his features. “You get a little hot and bothered watching me defend you, baby?”

Steve bit his bottom lip and shook his head.

“No?” Eddie asked tilting his head to side, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah...” Steve said, dragging the word out slowly. “To say I was a little hot and bothered would be a little like calling a tornado a gentle breeze.”

Eddie laughed and turned his head away, pulling gently out of Steve’s hands. He looked back at Steve who now shared his dopey grin. “And people in this town call me the menace.”

Steve laughed too. “I just get to hide my weirdness under the guise of being a werewolf.”

“I’d really like to kiss you now,” Eddie murmured.

Steve stepped into his space, their chests nearly touching. “I was wondering when you were going ask.”

Eddie chuckled and tangled his hands into Steve’s hair, drawing their faces close. Their lips were a literal breath away when Eddie stopped, just taking in the mingling of their air as they were already panting.

Steve closed the remaining distance and finally, finally they were kissing. It lit every nerve ending in Steve’s body up like a firework. He never knew kissing could feel like this. He gripped the back of Eddie’s leather jacket and held on for dear life.

“Wow.” Eddie felt like he had been forced to run the mile in gym. He couldn’t breath, his heart was beating erratically, and every muscle burned. It was amazing. He dived back in and kissed Steve again. He couldn’t get enough.

Steve had never felt like this in his life. It was deep and sensual and everything he had been told growing up that love should be. And now he was standing on the edge of precipice waiting for that last gust of wind to knock him over the cliff and into Eddie’s strong arms.

“Fuck, Eds,” he breathed when they stopped for breath. “You smell, taste, and feel amazing. God, I don’t want to stop.”

Eddie let out a growl, deep from his throat. “I know, baby. I know. But if we don’t your entire pack is going to get an eyeful.”

Steve chuckled. “Nudity isn’t a problem with packs. All the shifting makes it hard on clothes.”

Eddie’s growl turned into groan. “You can’t just say shit like that when my dick is that hard. It’s gone soft thinking about seeing Murray or Hopper naked.”

Steve laugh startled out of him. “Yeah, I could see that having an effect. I do know a place we could be alone if you wanted.”

Eddie smiled. “I like the way you think, sweetheart.”

Steve let out an ear piercing whistle and a large black, shaggy wolf came running up through the tree line. The wolf sat down and wagged its tail happily.

Steve laughed. “I figured it would be you. You’re on sentry duty until I get back at dawn. I’m going to Skull Rock.”

“You got it, alpha,” the black wolf said his voice thick with a barely contained giggle.

Steve knelt down and they hugged each other with their necks, allowing their scents to mingle.

“I’m glad you’re still the alpha,” the wolf whispered.

Steve stood up. “I will protect this pack with everything in my power. I promise you that.”

The wolf nodded solemnly.

Steve turned to Eddie. “Come on. I’ll race you to Skull Rock.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, but before he retort, Steve had shifted and was sprinting in the direction of the local landmark.

The wolf let out a breathy laugh that only wolves could make. “You better start flapping those wings, lover boy. Otherwise Steve will beat you.”

Eddie shook his head and took flight, transforming as he leapt into the air.

Eddie managed to barely pull out a win by tackling Steve right before the rock out cropping and rolled to the finish line.

Steve ended up on top of the vampire fully human with bright laugh bubbling from his lips. “You cheated.”

Eddie grinned. “Of course I did. It’s the only way to win, babe.”

“It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

Eddie hummed, his hands roaming over Steve’s bare skin, calloused fingers catching on the smooth expanse.

“Feels good,” Steve murmured, nosing Eddie’s throat.

Eddie’s hands continued their trek down his back, to cup his ass. “You feel amazing, sweetheart. How did I get so lucky?”

Steve gasped, grinding down into Eddie’s hips. “I’m the lucky one. I never thought I would find someone who gets me the way you do.”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “You werewolves go fast, don’t you?”

“We have to,” Steve murmured. “We might live longer than humans, but we don’t live nearly as long as you vampires do. If we don’t move fast we might lose a chance to breed and that would hurt the pack in the long run.”

Eddie’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, babe. I wasn’t thinking when I said that. Are you going to have to breed with someone as the alpha?”

Steve buried his head deeper into Eddie’s neck. “I don’t want to. I want the Harrington line to die with me. But as the alpha I might have to.”

Eddie’s hands went back to roaming over Steve’s skin, this time to comfort. “What made you decide to go for the alpha position after Hopper was declared dead?”

Steve raised his head. “Because I looked at the other options and knew that if I didn’t, the pack would be stuck in the old ways and people like Carver would kill us all.” He gave Eddie a peck on the lips. “Would you want to be in a pack under Ted Wheeler or Murray Bauman?”

“Wait,” Eddie said raising both eyebrows in surprise, “those were your two options ultra-conservative Ted Wheeler or super conspiracy nut Murray Bauman?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. It was insane.”

“What about Derek Sinclair or oh...” Eddie’s brain finally caught up to his mouth. “Oh shit. It was literally you or the old guard, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Steve said. “And then when Joyce got supplanted by Nancy as alpha female, her and Murray conspired to bring Hopper back so that things could go back to the way things were before.”

“That’s messed up,” Eddie said. “Could you banish them for that?”

Steve sighed, rolling off Eddie to lie next to him on the ground. “I’ve thought about it a lot, I won’t lie. But I worry how Jonathan and Will are going to react to their own mother getting banished. Would I end up having to banish them too? Could I split up a family like that? Would they willingly go with her?”

“That’s a lot to think about,” Eddie agreed, rolling over on his side and propping his head up by his elbow. “Especially for someone so young.”

“I’m not a fan of Billy Hargrove, the racist, homophobic asshole that he is,” Steve said, “but he is the reason I tried for the alpha role in the first place. If he could take over the coven at the young age of eighteen, then I could take over the pack at the tender age of nineteen.”

“Wayne told me that the amount of supe on supe violence has gone down since you took over,” Eddie said. “The coven respects the pack and the pack respects the coven.”

Steve nodded. “I still wouldn’t mind having outside voices from the pack. The echo chamber has gotten so loud that we get bullshit like the pack tearing apart a vampire that wandered into the encampment instead of helping him or accepting his help, in the case of you rescuing me.”

Eddie nodded. “It’s that suspicion that breeds contempt and allows people like Jason Carver to stir up the town against its supernatural founders.”

Steve sighed. “I worry about the undercurrent of distrust that’s been building for god knows how long.”

“Let me help you forget about it for awhile, baby,” Eddie murmured.

A shiver ran down Steve’s spine in anticipation. “Yes, please.”

Eddie leaned for a kiss and then pulled Steve back over on him.

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Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Yes, everyone, Billy is in this and while he still is all the things that made him repugnant, Steve still respects him. But we'll get more into that at later date.

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beepersteeper · 2 months

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Mirror -- Astarion x Tav Fluff

“I thought that vampires couldn't see their reflection?” Tav asked walking up to astarions tent from the side.

“What?" He instinctively asked, startled before actually answering her question. “They can't, but I was hoping that our new friend might have reversed that too." He taps the hand mirror on his temple before throwing it to the ground angry. “I haven't seen this face since it's eyes turned red and it grew fangs. Just another thing I've lost."

“I could be your mirror." Tav shrugs

"Okay… “ he pauses his half smirk creeping onto his face "I'll humor you, what do you see?”

"Gorgeous eyes, that crease when you actually smile.”

"go on… " he drawls playfully rolling his eyes egging her to play into his petty vanity.

“The way your hair curls just around your ears, I know you try so hard to make it look effortless, it works."

“Anything else?" He spins around playfully.

“A beautiful man who feels like he's not worth more than petty vanity." She smiles and shoves her hands in her pockets.

"ugh” he grunts "just tell me I'm beautiful and let's call it a day.” He sighs as he feels the edges of his mind tugged to Tav's as she trys to connect their tadpoles. He reluctantly obliges. The visions he saw caused his chest to tighten and sent him reeling.

He saw a handsome, pale elf. With perfectly placed silver wavy hair to look like he just woke up that way. Creases around his eyes from smiling and from his nose to his mouth for the same reason. He sees beautiful red eyes that shine as he looks from side to side and rolling his eyes. He sees soft lips curing into a smirk undoubtedly saying something snarky, with straight white teeth peaking out slightly. He sees himself smiling wide, laughing as an unheard joke, letting his fangs appear from his lips. They aren't as off-putting as he imagined.

Astarion joking with shadowheart about the owlbear bringing something fresher for dinner.

Him lying in the bright sun, shirtless basking like a cat on a warm day. The light flushing his skin slightly and making his form look ethereal.

Astarion walks cockily up to countless locks spinning his favorite lockpick between his fingers, then unlocking the locks with ease before putting the pick back into his boot where he has a special pocket for the pick.

He watched himself teaching Tav how to lock pick. “You don't need to call me for every single lock you find." He said putting his hands over hers and guiding her through the motions “not that I mind being needed, but you're more than capable darling." The way the word darling sounds like a song shocks him.

Astarion sat around the fire with the rest of camp carefully sewing closed holes in articles of clothing that weren't his own.

Astarion doing slight of hand magic for the tiefling children to distract them from the commotion of the adults packing for the long trip to baldur's gate. Making coins and rings appear and disappear. Him beaming watching the children check his hands and pockets for the missing baubles.

He saw himself sneaking to Gale's foot locker with a hat in one hand and a glowing ring in the other. Smiling thinking no one saw him sneak over to stash away a few magic items for Gale to have, so he might not feel the hunger he's felt. He chuckles because the tadpole connection has taught him he's not as careful as he thought he was. Or that Tav is looking for him when he's unaware.

Astarions face soured first when he was hugged tightly by Karlach and then softening into a sigh and smile, welcoming the warm touch. Even if it was short lived because it burned a little more than anticipated.

“That's enough," he says, severing the connection. Shaking his head. “I get it you think I'm a wonderful darling."

"Give me two more.” She says reaching out for his hand.

He takes her hand and reconnects their minds humoring her

He sees himself sitting up through the night in the dying fire light. Eying the dark horizon keeping watch to make sure his new friends can sleep safely through the night.

He feels anxiety threatening to tear his chest into shreds. Bile creeping up his throat and a ringing in his ears. He also feels tender circles being rubbed on a back that wasn't his own. The vision's eyes turn to the side to see himself sitting next to the body he's in. He was nodding and saying "you don't have to be strong all of the time. Nobody here expects you to be perfect. You are doing so well keeping all of us alive as much as it seems like we're not helping our own cause. If you asked anybody here who they trust the most in this camp they would all say you. You're allowed to feel like you're being asked to do too much, because you are. But you can do hard things.”

The connection is lost and their eyes meet both burning with the threat of tears.

“Is that really how you see me?" He asks, grabbing one of her hands with both of his like he was holding onto the last shreds of hope he had.

“Those are all the real you.” she urges “The you that you try your best to hide for some reason. You can be stubborn, and selfish and sometimes frankly impossible to understand but through all of the shit you've been through there is still a good, caring person. And that's what I see when I look at you.”

"a stubborn man.” He scoffs covering his surprise with sarcasm.

"A person who feels like he needs to hide just how good he can be.” She pushes him back slightly "your secret is safe with me.” She winks "we wouldn't want everyone to know that you're more than just a pretty face. they might expect decency from you.”

"I can't have that.” He puts his hand over his chest feigning offense but smiling. “Thanks Tav." He adds sincerely. "It has been 200 years. First you give me your blood, I thought that was the best gift someone would give me… but this. You've given me my face back. My identity.”

She smiles and shrugs "I told you I'd be your mirror. What shitty kind of mirror wouldn't let you see your own face.”

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unloved-cadillac · 11 months

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Extra Help. (Alhaitham x Reader)

Summary: sexy time with Alhaitham.

Hi everyone. Caddy here. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Got some more fics ready to be published with new characters that I started writing for. Thanks for all your support for the past 2 and a half years. I love every single one of you <3

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Things were quiet in the House of Daena. Less than 10 people were around, reading, researching and writing. You were no different. A particular problem required mindless research and now it started to get on your nerves. Running your hands through your hair, you lean back in your chair and gently exhale. ‘I can feel my body giving out already.’ You think to yourself, closing your eyes.

“But, Scribe Alhaitham. How do we proceed with these documents?” You hear a scholar ask, making you open your eyes and look around. Your eyes land on a man in his usual Akademiya uniform and the other he was talking to.

“Complete them. You’ll get your answers in the 117th aisle. It’ll take some time so get someone to help you. I got some other things to do.” Alhaitham says making the scholar walk away, past you. You watch him go to said aisle then turn your attention back to the Akademiya’s scribe.

He was quite pleasing to the eye, one can admit. You had a few conversations with him in the past and to say his mind was filled with interesting thoughts and ways was an understatement. His outlook on life was one of a simple one but it wasn’t to everyone’s liking. Maybe that’s why he was disliked. Geniuses were lunatics in the eyes of fools.

Smiling to yourself, you look back at your books and continue to study.

Time went by fairly quickly. People began to leave the library and now it was just you and the scribe. You looked up to see the time and it was past dinnertime. “What?” You say to yourself quite loudly making Alhaitham look at you. He knew you. Y/n L/n. One of the few people who could hold a conversation without making it unbearable.

Closing your book, you begin to pack up your things when his voice echoes.

“You were here till quite late, Y/n.” He says, making you abruptly stop. “Scribe Alhaitham. Yes, I had a lot of work to do.” You say and he nods. “For who?”

You walk to him and show him the papers from your peers. He takes it and briefly reads over it. “This took you more than two hours?” He asks and you frown. “Unfortunately not all of us are as gifted as the great scribe.” You take the paper back and put it in your bag. Alhaitham remains quiet and you take it as your que to leave. “Goodnight, Scribe Alhaitham.” You say and begin to walk away.

“Y/n.”

He calls and you stop. His voice. Him saying your name just did something to you. Shaking off those thoughts you look at him. “Yeah?”

“I can help you. If you ask.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and a small smile paints your face. “Really?” He nods and motions for you to come to him. You oblige and pull up a chair to sit next to him. “Luckily there’s not much left to do but I would appreciate any input you have.” You say as you begin to take out the papers.

Alhaitham watches you shuffle everything around and notices how jittery you were.

“The guy who gave me this assignment said that these books won’t be much help and that he looked around but obviously he didn’t look hard enough. I mean, you said it yourself, it shouldn't have taken more than two hours.”

You continue as you flip through your notes.

“You talk a lot.” Alhaitham suddenly says and you look at him a little shocked. “Oh. I’m sorry. I must be really tired. I’m losing my mind a bit.” You jokingly say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Stress. It can cause uneasiness in the mind and body.” He says and you meet his eyes. You’re quiet as you think. He is too. After a short amount of time, he leans towards you and then gets one of your papers in his hand and leans back. You exhale a breath you were holding and close your legs, trying to stop the beating down there and watch him read.

“This is your summary, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You got everything down that you need. And some extra information that isn’t as needed as the rest. What else do you need?”

You wet your bottom lip to stop the dryness and clear your throat. “Um, I don’t think I need anything else.”

Alhaitham looks at you, a faint glint in his visible eye. “Are you sure?” He asks as he leans a bit closer. “Nothing I can do?”

Hugging your bag, you blink at him and also lean closer. You close your eyes and wait for his lips to touch yours but it never comes. So you open your eyes and look at him. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me.” He says and you nod. “Tell me what you want me to do, Y/n.” He softly says.

“Kiss me.” You breathily say and his lips are on yours in a heartbeat. Moaning as the kiss deepens, you throw your bag to the side and hug his neck. His kneeling on the ground but isn’t for long as you push yourself into him and straddle him.

Alhaitham’s hands make its way up your skirt and under your panties, softly squeezing the flesh there. You break the kiss to let out a moan and his lips are on your neck as you do.

“More?” He mumbles against your neck for you to hear and you nod. Alhaitham quickly leaves your neck and looks at your face. “Say it.”

“More, Alhaitham. Please.” You whisper and he’s quick to undo his belt and lifts your skirt up. You help by moving your panties to the side and he feels the wetness of your cunt with his tip. A soft groan is sounded from his throat when he makes contact with it but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Leaning up and taking his cock in your hand, you guide him into you making you bite your lip from moaning too loud.

“ ‘Haitham. Too big.” You whimper and he puts his fingers to your mouth. “Spit.” He commands and you obey him and let a good amount of saliva be on his hands.

He rubs the remainder of his cock and gently pushes you down on him. “Fuck.” He whispers and leans up to kiss you. Alhaithams hands remain on your waist and start setting a rhythm for you both.

Back and forth on his waist, your clit gets friction from your panties, overstimulating yourself. You grip his shoulders, face falling on the side of his head.

“I’m getting close.” You whisper and Alhaitham stops, making you snap out of euphoria.

“Alhaitham?” You call and he gently pries you off his cock.

You were confused and embarrassed when he stopped. You hadn’t had a cock in you for so long it made it fast for you to reach your climax. But then Alhaitham held you and lifted you both off the ground and planted you on his desk.

He leans down and takes off your panties and spreads your lips wide open for him to see.

Your flushed face became even redder when he looked at your pulsing cunt.

Suddenly, you feel his lips on your clit and tongue dancing on and all around it. You threw your head back and moaned, surprised at the feeling. Your hands made their way to his grey locks and his hands held your thighs. He only focused on your clit and he knew exactly what he was doing.

Alhaitham french kisses you until he decides enough is enough and gets up to plant his wet kisses on your lips. He takes his cock and slams into you making you suddenly jerk at the force. Alhaitham doesn’t waste time in wrapping your legs around his waist and mercifully thrusts into you.

He swallows your moans while feeling your walls grip around him. The table is shaking, papers are falling and all you could think about it cumming.

“Cum when I say.” Alhaitham says against your lips and you nod as his pace gets faster. He takes nine hand and reaches between you to rub your swollen clit making you grip him.

Your knot in your stomach gets tighter and you rack your nails across his back.

“C-Close!” You say and he shakes his head. “Wait.”

You bite your lip hard to control yourself but he was fucking you too good and too much for you not to cum.

“ ‘Haitham! Please!” You say and he has a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Do it.” Is all it took for him today to let you burst and he cums deep inside you at the same time. His softly groans into your ear and you hold him as you ride out your high. You close your eyes and hum as you feel his lips on your neck.

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“Y/n! Y/n!!” A voice urgently calls you and you open your eyes and look up.

“Marishka? What..?” You rub your eyes and slowly get up from the table you were studying at.

“I was looking all over for you. Have you any idea what the time is?” Marishka says and you look at the clock. “Almost one, apparently.” You say and shake your head. What just happened? Were you..asleep?

“No matter how many times I tell you not to overwork you just go ahead and do it anyway. Honestly if it wasn’t for scribe Alhaitham I wouldn’t have found you.”

You perk up at the sound of his name. “Scribe Alhaitham? What did he do?” You ask.

I walked past him on the way here and ask if he saw you anywhere. He told me you were sleeping here and not to disturb you and handed me the paper you were working on.”

Furrowing your eyebrows you look around the desk to see the books you had gone and just your bag neatly next to you. “I didn’t complete that paper.”

Marishka tilts her head. “But he told me it was. Anyway, that was two hours ago. I need to get you home. Come on.”

Marishka helps pack your things and you walk with her home. When you enter your bedroom, you sit on your bed and hold your head. That dream. How were you going to face him now? Maybe ignoring him would be best. But you couldn’t get the feel of his hands on your skin, his lips on your sensitive neck or his cock deep in you.

Shaking your head you get ready for bed but a knock disturbs you. When you answer it, the man who invaded your headspace, stood.

“May I come in?”

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“I need him. And his co-”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham genshin #genshin impact fiction #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #alhaitham #alhaitham genshin impact #alhaitham fanfic #genshin smut

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ashleigghh · 5 months

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Day 8: glitter- raising harry, 1004 words.

Harry James Potter was born at 5:14 am, the sun had been rising but the stars were still visible in the sky, and flowers were in full bloom. He was brought into the world crying, little sobs escaping his tiny face, but he was quickly comforted, he had four parents after all, and he was completely surrounded by love.

Harry had been blessed with two mothers and two fathers, all who would have moved heaven and hell just to see him smile. It wasn’t always smooth sailing, James and Mary would bicker about what Harry wore, if he was warm enough, what if he was too warm? Well, it isn’t like he’ll be able to tell us, leaning over Harry peering down as if trying to read his mind while he giggled and waved his hands around.

Lily and James would whisper in hushed tones, snapping at each other while trying not to wake Harry, bickering about who would get up with him in the night, who would buy the next set of clothes, who would go out to buy more supplies, who was going to host dinner this week.

Regulus would coddle Harry, and everyone would beg him to hand Harry over and stop hogging him, you’re going to make him think you’re his favourite, he shouldn’t have favourites.

They had been adamant from day one, making promises (mainly for Regulus’ benefit) that they would never, ever let Harry doubt the pure adoration they held for him, he would grow up so loved and so happy that he would brighten up the world.

His first Christmas had been extravagant, all four had gone all out to provide him with the best, leading to a pile of presents taller than the tree and an absurd amount of days out, decked in one of his many many winter sets. They had agreed to coordinate more, and reel in their excessive spending.

That hadn't happened, and now, three years later, Lily and Regulus were walking Harry around a Christmas fair…the third one they had been to this month.

“Be careful Harry, don’t go too far!” Lily called after him, laughing as he tried to run, the place too packed and his winter gear wrapped so thick he couldn’t get very far. Regulus smiled softly, watching with wary joy as Harry enjoyed every second, yet still cautious of him getting hurt.

Harry gasped suddenly, turning to them with his mouth open wide in shock, eyes pleading before he even pointed out where he wanted to go. He used a mittened hand to push his glasses up his nose, the other pointing to what had caught his attention.

“Can we do it, can we, can we!” He yelled, running and attaching himself to Regulus’ leg, waiting for him to pick him up. He obliged, holding him tightly as he attempted to swing off of him to hold Lily as well. Lily grabbed him too, keeping him from trying to throw himself to the ground.

“I want to make a card, please!” Harry wiggled in their grip, so excited his whole face was split wide open in a grin that looked identical to James’.

“Of course we can, do you want to go now or wait and have some food first,” Regulus asks, readjusting his grip so he can straighten Harry’s hat with one hand. Harry hums, scrunching up his face as he tries to decide,

“Cards first, food later,” He answers seriously with a solemn nod as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, causing both Lily and Regulus to laugh gently, sending Harry into fits of pleased giggles as they walk over to the card-making booth.

They’re greeted by a bored-looking teenager, whose gaze lingers on Lily like she’s an angel in front of them, looking at her in awe, leaving Regulus to clear his throat quietly to gain their attention. He pays them, trying not to make them feel embarrassed that he noticed.

“Mum, come help me hide it from Papa, he can’t see until I finish his.” Harry grabs his mother’s hand, leaning far forward and dragging her over to a small table in the corner of the tent. Regulus hovers, back turned to Harry so he can be sure Regulus isn’t peeking.

“Okay, I’m done!” Harry claps his hands together, causing Lily to laugh and groan at him to be careful, then there's a small tug on the bottom of Regulus' coat,

“Papa, you can look now,” Regulus turns and looks at the card Harry holds out proudly, it's wonderful, although he might be biased, it’s the most beautiful card he’s ever seen.

“Wow, you made this?” Regulus teases, pinching Harry’s cheek playfully as he kneels to be on the same level, holding one half of the card so he can look over it with his son. “It’s perfect, how lucky am I to have the greatest artist in the world make me a card!” Harry giggles and it fills his heart with joy.

The card is covered in a thick layer of glitter, glitter glue, glitter paint, glitter pen and loose glitter depicting what he assumes is all of them on Christmas morning.

“Thank you, Harry, I'm going to put it up as soon as we get home, I love it,” He kisses Harry’s forehead and bops him on the nose “and I love you.”

Harry reaches up, no doubt getting glitter all over Regulus’’ jacket as he wraps his arms around him, hugging him tightly in a way he clearly learnt from his mother. Regulus closes his eyes, taking in the moment silently before Harry’s little voice whispers in his ear

“Can you help me hide a card from Mum now?” Regulus laughs, getting up to block Lily’s view while Harry has the time of his life throwing every glittery product he can find on the card in front of him. Regulus is just glad Lily and Mary have Harry for the night and have to deal with the mess.

#christmas writing challenge #christmas #marauders era #marauders #jegulus #marylily #jegulus raising harry #marylily raising harry #regulus black #lily evans #harry potter

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skoulsons · 1 year

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“Alright, big brother, you ready?”

“Yep,” he groaned, squatting down to double-check his pack for ammo, protein, and water.

Ellie came down the stairs, a somber look on her face as Tommy noticed her. “Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, his smile fading when she didn’t return it.

Her lack of response caused Joel to turn around, his eyebrows raising as he stood up. “Hey…” he said, approaching her.

She pulled at her fingers. “How long will you be gone?”

Joel sighed, noting her obvious worry of being apart from her. If he was being honest, he was scared out of his mind, too. “Only a few hours-“

Tommy cut in. “Five hours, max,” trying to reassure Ellie. “He’s just learning some routes today, nothing big. Swear it.”

Ellie drew in a breath and exhaled, looking away from Tommy and up at Joel. “Before dark?”

Joel smiled. “Before dark,” he repeated, reaching out for her. She obliged, her arms coming around his middle. He placed his left to her back as his right carded through her auburn hair. “I promise,” he said.

He squeezed her tight, making sure to not take their embrace for granted. “If you die, I’ll kill you,” came from his chest and he couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing her tighter.

“Holdin’ you to that, baby girl.”

They let go (reluctantly, just like every other time before) and Joel kissed her hair, turning to the door and slinging his pack over his shoulders, followed by his rifle.

Tommy watched him, a too wide grin on his face as Joel gave him a look and ushered Tommy out the door.

“What’re you expecting when we get back?”

“Whaddya mean?”

“With your kid, Joel.”

“She’s…” he stopped himself. She really was. The more days he tried to deny it, the more obvious it became. There may not be legal documents or a name change or her calling him “dad,” but she was his kid. And he wouldn’t truly correct anyone over such a mistake when it… wasn’t really a mistake. She was his.

He sighed, a small smile on his lips. Your kid. “A running hug, I’m sure.”

Tommy smiled too, glancing over at Joel. “Looks like she gives good ones.”

Joel turned to him, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, she does.”

They sat in silence for a while, the yellow-orange glow of the sunset highlighting their path home. By the time Jackson was in view again, Tommy spoke.

“How does it feel,” he started, treading lightly, “You know… being one again?”

“You can say the word, Tommy,” he shook his head, slightly amused at Tommy’s attempt at beating around the bush when it comes to deep conversations. Family trait, apparently.

“A father,” Tommy forced out. “I mean you… you were so different. Even the Joel I saw months ago when you two first showed up ain’t the same one I’m talkin’ to now. Somethin’ happened… somethin’ good.”

“She happened. She is that good thing.” Joel chuckled, reminiscing at their journey as he looked over the hill at their new home. “Didn’t think it was possible, brother.

Tommy chuckled. “Me neither. Watching you two before we left felt like a dream.”

Joel turned to him, eyebrows raising.

“Makin’ her a promise? How you hugged her? I mean hell, Joel, you kissed her head. You called her-“ he cut himself off, adjusting his weight as they approached the gates of Jackson. “I just didn’t think it was possible to… get you back.”

“Me neither, Tom.”

“But I’m glad you are. And I’m glad it’s with her. She’s a great kid.”

Joel nodded again, Tommy calling out to the guards stop the Jackson wall to open the gates for them. She’s pretty damn great.

They rode in, dismounting their horses as they walked them back to the stables.

“You deserve it,” Tommy said, giving Joel’s shoulder a squeeze as they approached the stables.

“Joel!”

Before he could react, Ellie was already against his chest, sending him a few steps back as he held on to her. “Hey, kiddo.”

“You didn’t die!” She exclaimed, though unsurprised. She squeezed him tight, still balancing her weight against him after her running hug.

He laughed, the crown of her head catching most of the joyous noise. “Yep, you don’t gotta kill me, now.”

“Good, I didn’t want to have to.”

Tommy stood a few feet from them, watching as Joel rocked them back and forth, his arms secure around her back. Joel turned his head to him, a grateful smile on his face as Tommy returned it. You deserve it.

#Alissa you’re the reason this came to my head #thinking about all of them #the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #tommy miller #L writes

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luvrsux · 9 months

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

❝ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 ❞

other chapters

➠┊word count: 4.1k

➠┊characters: trafalgar law, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, franky, usopp, nami, sabo, perona, mihawk {mentioned}, garp {mentioned}

➠┊cw: fighting, mention of blood, minor swearing

➠┊modern au !!

{colors for dialogue will change//switch//fluctuate as more characters are introduced !!}

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It was a grand population at Grand Ocean High. It was just an ordinary school but it was fairly popular. It wasn’t a run down school with slop to feed the zombies they called students, but it wasn’t prestigious where they treated them like royals. Somewhere in the middle is where it laid.

You, a Junior, couldn’t wait to just graduate already. You pulled into the parking lot with your own car, that was proudly given to your by your single mother. It wasn’t anything expensive, quite run down considering it was a hand-me-down, but it did its job. With a sigh, your stared at the steering wheel, wallowing in the stress that dwelled in your head from the mere presence of the school building.

The year had only just started a few months ago, thus the crisp rigid cold from winter crept along day by day. Your car blasted the heating, you couldn’t stand the cold. The feeling of getting goosebumps and your fingers being stiff made you uncomfortable, hence why you always wore fuzzy attire.

A knock echoed on your glass window beside you. The shockwave startled your soul due to the deep trance of your own self pity. Your panicked eyes soon dissolved once you realized who called for you. A shaggy, long haired guy that grossly wore a baggy, orange tank in the 50 degree weather. You hated that about him.

All you could focus on him was his hearty laugh once he realized he startled you. You resented on lowering the window, but obliged with a menacing glare.

“Morning”

You grumbled. The muffled laughs grew louder once the window was buried in your car. You watched him relax, the same still expression on your face.

“You looked like a moron!” He teased. You just stood silent, feeling a vein poke out your forehead.

“You look like a moron with that stupid tank top in freezing weather” You snarled. It caused the cowboy looking guy to observe his attire.

“It’s not that cold, is it?” He asked, dumbfounded.

You had enough of Ace’s tomfoolery and just snatched your backpack that laid next to you. The door swung straight into Ace’s body, causing him to grunt in slight pain. Ace tanked it, though, he was an athlete after all.

“Hey, hey watch it!” Ace shook a fist. You just grinned and kicked the door shut. As you strut your body forward to the school entrance, you heard Ace follow on your tail.

You and Ace were rather close since freshman year. See, you weren’t from Grand Ocean, so you were a complete newbie. In the school, everyone knew each other while simultaneously keeping into their own groups, like wolves in a pack. Ace was an overall social butterfly, and made you feel welcome. Ever since then Ace saw you as a little sibling.

Unlike you, though, Ace was a fairly popular student. Everyone adored him and his athletic ability. He was captain of the basket ball team, practically homing in the schools gym. The contrast between the two teenagers was significantly huge, but they managed. You would oftentimes help Ace with academics when Ace would typically slack off. Ace was a senior, though, so after this year you wouldn’t have his presence. It was a blessing but also a curse.

Ace talked your ear off as you two entered the school premises. In the morning, you were like a hermit crab, you resented everyone. ‘Why would anyone be so cheerful this early?’ You’d ponder, looking up at Ace that was lost in his own conversation.

You fumbled your fingers on your designated locker, Ace still by your side as usual. Ace was like a mother duck with ducklings, though. Soon enough, a shaggier boy ran toward the two along with a more well kept blonde trying to catch him. Ace grew a pearly smile as he made eye contact with his brothers. You, on the other hand, felt your eyes twitch. It was too early…

“Ace! Ace!” The smaller boy jumped.

“Luffy, relax! What’d you even have for breakfast this morning…” The blonde looked embarrassed, but still had a smile on his face.

“Morning, Sabo” You waved at Sabo with a frail hand and a small smile. Sabo was the only brother that you could tolerate most of the time. Sabo gleamed at you.

“Mornin’ (F/N)!”

Sabo had a hand raised to greet his friend. They were all a small group, but then again, both Luffy and Ace had more than one group. Arguably, they were the most popular in GOH.

Sabo was sort of tucked in both of their shadows, which slightly disappointed him. Everyone liked Sabo only for the sole purpose that he was related to the two golden boys. You were aware with Sabo’s reputation and tried to make him feel validated as much as possible.

“Ace! I got morning detention!” Luffy cheered. Despite the literal punishment given to him, Luffy was still cheerful and laid back as ever. He never took anything seriously.

“You runt!” Ace chuckled, ruffling Luffy’s messy hair. It seemed like Luffy never did his hair in the morning.

“I tried to stop him but…” Sabo sighed in defeat only to receive another ruffle of the hair by Ace’s rough palm.

“Don’t worry, you’re fine” He smiled. Ace then wrapped his toned arm around you, startling you slightly.

“I’m going to send this one to their class and I’ll see you guys later!” Ace said proudly. Sabo and Luffy watched as you sighed in defeat with a slightly agitated expression.

Sabo waved at you with a soft smile while he practically dragged Luffy away to avoid anymore ruckus and trouble. Ace jerked his body around to pace towards your first period. He knew your schedule from the back of his hand.

“People are going to think we’re dating…” You said with disgust in your voice. You eyed every student that eyed the two of you back. Some people have actually questioned you if you two were a thing. It was becoming a chore to debunk it every time.

“Who cares! I tell everyone we’re basically siblings” Ace replied. He snaked his arm off of you and placed them behind his head. You watched him effortlessly wave and greet random students that you’ve never seen. His popularity was too much for you.

You felt your back being pushed into your designated classroom. You saw a few students already in there chatting with their friends. Luckily, you had another friend share your class.

“I’ll see you in gym, Ace” You’d sigh. Ace drummed you shoulder in response and hooked into a group of guys that you were slightly fond of. It was his basketball group.

The rowdy boys were irrelevant to you, only knowing them from your friend. You jerked your body into the classroom and sat next to the pink haired, gothic looking girl.

She perked her head at you with a smile, you reciprocating it back.

“Morning, (F/N)!” Perona smiled. You eyed her attire and was taken back by how much effort she’d put into it every day.

“Morning, Perona” You sat at your assigned desk that was right next to the gothic girl. You slung your backpack behind your chair.

“I saw you were with Zoro the other day. How’d that go?” You asked as you rested your cheek on your palm.

“It was rather nice, we bumped into each other while he was struggling to find his way back home” Perona explained. You snickered at Zoro’s awful sense of direction, which was a widely known thing throughout the school.

“Then Mihawk wanted to be a party pooper…” Perona grumbled. Perona was closely related to Mihawk. He was basically her father.

“Right, sounds pretty lame of him” You replied. Perona shrugged and fondled with her bright, pink locks.

“I had fun with Zoro anyway, he’s rather cute” She winked. All you could do was roll your eyes with a smirk.

More students began to flood in and fill in the isolated seats. The room went silent as the teacher began to talk on and on about whatever lesson involved Physics.

You scribbled necessary notes on your notebook. You were a little scholar, but you didn’t like it. You despised school and the tsunami level stress it accompanied with it. The room was blessed by the loud school bell saying it was time to transition.

Perona rose her body and sighed in relief.

“(F/N), do you want to go to a bakery someday after school? A new one just opened and I think you’ll love it!” She gleemed. You packed your notebooks away in your back pack, raising your body from the seat.

“Uh, sure” You shrugged. “Hopefully I’m not backed up on homework”

You received an eye roll from Perona.

“You’re never backed up…” Perona giggled, walking away from you.

You sighed and followed behind her to exit the now empty classroom. You peered over your shoulders to expect to see a tall, orange jock but nothing. You exhaled in relief.

“Ace must be caught up doing whatever…” You mumbled.

You felt your shoulder crash into a body, fumbling your balance but not toppling over. Sure the traffic was pretty heavy but not that heavy to completely shove someone. You glared at the culprit only to receive one back. It was taller, raven haired boy. The interaction was so quick that you barely caught a glimpse of him besides his agitated expression.

“Watch it” He snarled.

His remark made you growl in her chest. You didn’t hesitate to jerk her body the other way to keep it moving. ‘What an asshole…’ You thought.

Your morning had only just started and it was nuisance upon nuisance non stop. Annoying teachers, classmates and people walking too slow in the hallways. Soon enough, your more cheerful personality began to seep through your grouchy, morning demeanor. It was basically whiplash.

The afternoon crept which meant lunchtime was starting to begin. You stood by your locker to grab your home-prepped lunch your mother lovingly packed. Kumi usually sat with the brothers for lunch, but considering Ace and Luffy both have different groups besides their own, you just sat with Sabo instead most of the time.

“(F/N)! (F/N)!”

A voice called behind. You snapped your head to the person only to see a red shirt boy sprinting straight toward you. To your surprise, the blonde wasn’t there.

“Luffy?”

“Ace is about to get into a fight in the cafeteria!” Luffy panicked, which was unusual because Luffy is always down for a fight. You’d think he’d jump in by now considering it was his brother.

Your eyes widened at the news. Ace was so well liked, no one would dare to pick a fight with such a charismatic guy. You opened your mouth to at least try to muster up a sentence, but Luffy was impatient.

With a tight grab on your wrist, you were yanked towards the cafeteria with maximum speed. You hadn’t realized how fast Luffy was until now…

“Luffy! Wait a sec-!”

Luffy bursted through the doors that revealed a crowd circling around. You could faintly see a bright, orange cowboy hat through the crowd of nosy people. Luffy pulled you to the front of the crowd.

Ace stood in front of a random student proudly. His expression was serious. It was foreign for you to see such a fiery expression on his face. The random student watched him with petrified eyes.

The other guy, which seemingly started the fight from the beginning, had red hair and a punk-like aesthetic. He was known as Eustass Kid, who was also fairly popular. Kid was somewhat a hotheaded guy who thinks everyone is out for his throat. You were barely surprised.

“Leave the guy alone, Kid” Ace said. His tone seemed annoyed, as if this wasn’t the first time he stated this.

Kid stepped forward to Ace intimidatingly, but Ace didn’t flinch. He didn’t move a single millimeter. He just glared up at the pink guy with eyes ready to punch.

“Don’t make me punch you to the ground, “Fire Fist…” “ Kid mocked. Ace didn’t say a word, just a menacing glare.

The cafeteria was silent. So silent you could hear a pin drop and it’d echo. Some students whispered amongst each other, and some whipped out their cameras to record the tussle. You hesitated on doing something, it’d be embarrassing to get in the middle of this.

Luffy, on the other hand, was itching for a fight but to your surprise he stayed in the sidelines. You assumed that he received a scolding from Ace to pipe down. Luffy would only cause more trouble.

“Seriously, Ace you don’t-“

“Shut up!” Kid spat.

The kid behind Ace jolted at Kid’s hoarse voice in terror. Ace finally shoved Kid away after his sinister demeanor. The crowd gasped.

“Piss off! They didn’t do anything to you!”

Ace had his fists clenched while Kid smiled devilishly. He cracked his fingers and rose his arm only to contact his big fist into Ace’s face. He grunted, stumbling on his body from the impact.

The crowd roared in shock, Luffy just tensed up at the sight of his brother getting decked in his face. You inhaled sharply.

Ace smirked and rubbed his face. He tanked it like a pro, only a red mark on his cheek. Ace stretched his arms while letting out a hearty chuckle.

“Now you just gave me a reason to kick your ass”

In a blink of an eye, Ace reciprocated Kid’s kind gesture which caused an ongoing fight between the two boys. You jolted your body to try to pull Ace off of Kid but felt a lingering hand grip her arm.

“I got yelled at, what makes you think you won’t” Luffy grumbled. Your assumption was right, and you could only sigh in defeat. The crowd roared and cheered the two boys on, mostly them going for Ace. You could clearly see the levels of popularity they both carried.

“Enough!”

Finally, a teacher ran through the absurd crowd to pull off Ace and Kid from nearly killing each other. You made direct eye contact while blood was spilling out of Ace’s nose, but he has a prideful smile on his face. Meanwhile with Kid, he looked livid. He wasn’t ready to conclude the fight.

Teachers proceeded to push the students away and to get back to their regularly scheduled lunch wave, but you protested.

“Ace!”

You called out and broke through the wall of teachers. You stumbled in front of him, analyzing his injuries. It wasn’t anything serious, but that bloody nose was concerning.

“I totally won that…” Ace grunted, a smile still plastered on his face. You had the urge to slap sense into his dense brain but couldn’t due to obvious circumstances.

“Right, and you’re totally injured” You raised a brow. Ace was being apprehended by a staff member until another one pulled Kid away, who was cursing at Ace with a huge chest.

“You have to go, girl” A teacher glared. You glared back and grabbed Ace’s hand.

“Can I take my idiot friend to the nurses office first? Look at his nose!” You spat only to receive a shake of the head. They pulled you aside to see Ace get escorted away from the cafeteria.

You snapped your head to whoever was trying to escort you away from the middle of the cafeteria. The irritation from the staff was about to leach onto whoever grabbed you but you instantly calmed down when you were met with orange locks.

“Stupid teachers…” Nami grumbled under her breath.

You and Nami weren’t close, nothing compared to you and Ace, but still nice friends either way. You were slightly fond of Luffy’s small group. They’d often nickname themselves ‘The Strawhats’.

“Well he’s definitely getting suspended for some time” After Nami brought you to her table, they all adjusted in their chairs. They all had food sitting in front of them.

You sat in an empty space in between the long nosed kid and muscle, blue haired jock. Franky greeted you with a loud laugh while Usopp was much calmer.

You had felt a hand rest on the back of her chair, causing you to turn to finally see Sabo. Sabo had an amused expression while Luffy looked through the roof beside him.

“What even happened?” You finally asked. Nami rested her cheek on her palm and shrugged.

“I had just arrived when the fight sprouted”

Sabo sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ace was trying to protect that student” He finally replied. Everyone grew silent to listen to Sabo explain.

“Apparently Kid was bothering them and Ace decided to intervene. The whole ordeal happened in a span of a few minutes though” Sabo explained. His tone seemed tired, either he was exhausted from scrambling his brothers together or because of the frequent fame overshadowing him.

“Not surprised…” You exhaled.

“He sure does know how to cause a crowd” The moss haired guy stretched his body to seemingly take a nap in the middle of the lunch wave. The blonde that sat next to him looked agitated.

“Say, why are you and Ace so close?” Nami asked you with a smile, you perked your head up at the sudden question.

“Well, he’s been there ever since I moved here. I guess I was just glued to him” You tapped your nails on the table. You watched Nami nod.

“When I see Kid, I’m gonna punch his red face!” Luffy huffed, his clenched fists on his chest. He received a small slap on his head by Sabo.

“No, you’re not… Garp already has to deal with one of you idiots, don’t make it worse” Sabo lectured. Luffy’s puffed cheeks and puffed up anger soon deflated like a sad party balloon.

“Yeah, Luffy,” Usopp folded his arms. “And you’ll probably drag us down the hole with it” He added.

Luffy tussled back and fourth with his group as to why he shouldn’t take matters into his own hands and you’d listen. You couldn’t lie, the scenery was quite amusing. Your phone buzzed, causing you to jolt.

Ace - 12:45 PM

in the nurses office lol! probably gonna get my ass scorched at home

You giggled humorously at the message and decided to pay the fire boy a visit before he’s kicked off on an early vacation. You abruptly got up and excused yourself.

“I’ll see you guys in a bit, just have to do something” You announced. You received a mixture of goodbyes and okays as you turned your body away from the group. You could faintly hear their voices bicker and chatter from behind.

The hallways were quiet, considering the school was tucked inside the cafeteria eating their hearts away. It wasn’t a long walk to the nurses office, so you were there before you knew it.

“Any visitors allowed?” You asked the secondary nurse in charge with a smile. The nurse sighed in defeat.

“Only for a short moment…” The nurse swung the door open to let you waltz inside.

The office was quite spacious, three resting rooms and their own bathroom. You’d questioned why they would have such a big nurses office.

“I assume you’re here for the boy?” The nurse asked.

After you nodded in agreement, she pointed to one of the three rooms with a blue ballpoint pen. Her face looked unamused and you immediately thought that she assumed you two were dating.

“(F/N)!” Ace said in a tired, hoarse voice. He had an ice pack on his head and a white strip along his nose. His right eye was slightly purple and his cheek was bruised. You thought this guy was beaten to a pulp.

“God, Ace…” You murmured as you approached the injured boy. He just chuckled as if nothing is happening.

“Don’t worry about me, worry about the other guy” He joked, but you just rolled your eyes and got a better look at his injuries.

“How long will you be away?” You asked with folded arms. Ace sighed.

“About a week”

“A week!?”

Ace shushed you after a hearty chuckle. You cupped your mouth in embarrassment, not realizing your pitched volume. You had received a slightly agitated look from the nurse outside.

“Yes, a week” Ace confirmed. You felt your heart sting. How were you going to feel annoyed every morning now?

“Don’t be a pest at home” You giggled.

“I’m deathly offended” Ace joked. “That’s actually my runt little brother who’s a pest” He referred to the scruffy boy he called Luffy.

“He told me you yelled at him before I arrived…” You began. You watched him scoff and roll his eyes.

“Yeah, I did”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want the kid to get in the same boat as me” Ace explained. He brought his feet up on the bed and rested his toned arms on his knees.

“It was my fight anyway, Luffy would’ve made things worse for himself” Ace continued. “Th’boy already goes through enough trouble…”

Ace looked sympathetic towards him. Deep down, he was a kind hearted brother that’d do anything to protect both of his loved ones. Despite his overbearing popularity, he kept the ones that truly mattered under his wing closely. You admired that.

“He’s pretty riled up now” You said with a grin. Ace laughed.

“Don’t doubt it!” He adjusted his ice pack. “Don’t let him do anything stupid though”

“I won’t-“

BAM!!

The nurse shrieked as a ball of pent up anger in a red shirt bursted through the doors with a childish laugh. You snapped your head out the glass window to see what catastrophe happened.

“Ace! Where are you?”

His scruffy voice echoed throughout the room. All you could hear was the nurse scolding at the boy, followed by a ‘Im sorry’ even though he was cheerfully laughing. Sabo seemed like he was chasing after the boy for hours, as he came inside breathing heavily.

“Luffy!” Sabo scolded angrily.

“You were saying?” Ace cooed up at you, your cheeks filled with embarrassment. It was embarrassing for you to even be friends with a ball of energy like Luffy.

Shortly afterwards, they both came in to talk to Ace. Sabo was pleased to see you there, keeping Ace company. Luffy cried to Ace about how he wanted to fight Kid to avenge him but Ace objected

“C’mon! I swear I’ll kick his ass!”

“I said no, moron! For once, use your brain!”

“I am! I’m using my brain by thinking about kicking Kids ass!”

“Luffy, I’m gonna kill you myself!”

Their tussle soon muffled out when you realized lunch was starting to end and their next set of classes were about to begin. You hugged Sabo goodbye, not wanting to interrupt whatever tough brotherly love Ace was giving Luffy.

Once you had exited the room, you crashed your head into a taller chest. Judging by his scent, this was a guy. Speaking of which, his scent was awfully familiar.

“Prick…” You grumbled as you pulled away to examine whoever rudely crashed into you. The raven hair. It was familiar.

“You again? Do you ever watch where you’re going?”

You could finally catch whoever this was that was progressively getting on each individual nerve on your body. He glared down at you with dark circles on his eyes.

“Can say the same for you, asshole…” You mumbled. All you could hear was the amused chuckle that came from his chest.

“Grow a few inches before trying me, sweetheart” With that, he shoved passed her and talked to the nurse. The nurses sour demeanor shifted as soon as the boy approached her. It seemed like that was her assistant, which was odd considering he was also a student.

You felt her eye twitch at his remark and was ready to be the second fight of the day but you choked back. You exhaled and just kept walking.

His rude statement echoed inside your brain. ‘How could he say it with such finesse? He said it in such a soothing tone, you’d forget he was even being a prick in the first place!’ You thought.

You stopped in your tracks for a moment.

“Did he have tattoos…?”

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

✎ ❝ omg yayy the first chapter is out!! i originally had this story presaved in my notes with my personal one piece oc and decided to bring it here for everyone!! i will proudly announce that each chapter is planned out and ready to be written! i really hope i can finish this novel because i genuinely enjoyed simply writing the summaries. i hope the color dialogue wasn’t too confusing, tumblr only has so many colors lolll. anyway remember that requests are open and i’d love to hear whatever you luvies have to offer!! stay sweet!!❞

All licensing and ownership belong to Eiichiro Oda

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lumosandnoxwriting · 3 months

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he loves me not || Fred Weasley

Title: he loves me not Pairing: Fred x Reader Warnings: talking about periods/breast development. Fred is kind of a shit head. Summary: my friends from home don’t know what to say A/N: here it is, the next part in the anthology!! Honestly i actually really love this one even though the structure of the storytelling changed as i wrote, i feel like this ended up just how i imagined it!

Fred is the last person she expected to be standing there when she walked into her favorite bar after the world’s longest day at work.

Y/N does a double take, her steps faltering as she watches him laugh. His head tips back, exposing a pale stretch of skin that she used to imagine pressing her lips to as she daydreamed about what her future might look like. Now it just makes her sick to think about.

He notices her then, his hooded eyes opening wide as they stare at each other across the crowded room. His gaze keeps Y/N rooted to the ground, forcing the people coming in to step around her. Fred seems just as shocked to see her, and his friends start to nudge him, noticing the strange look on his face.

Less than twenty feet separates Y/N from the person she used to know best in this world. The person she’d thought would always be by her side, who’d follow her no matter the path life steered them down. Her best friend in the entire world.

Now they’re just two strangers, staring at each other in a bar.

How the hell did they end up here?

Summertime always smells like freshly cut grass and the lemonade Mrs. Weasley seems to be constantly stirring up to refuel the brood of kids that flit in and out of her house all day - and there is no place in the world Y/N would rather be.

She’s wading through the creek in the Weasley’s backyard, her brand new sneakers so thoroughly soaked and muddy she can practically hear the way her mum will yell when she gets home. But she doesn’t even care about the trouble she’s sure to be in, not when Fred is by her side, laughing wildly as they chase frogs and small fish through the shallow water.

When the school year ended last month Y/N was afraid that this summer would be different than the others. Because when they started Year 8 in September she thought it would be like any other school year - but boy had she been wrong about that.

It seemed overnight all of the girls in their year stopped looking at boys as friends and started to look at them as something more. Crushes is the word they’d used. In between lessons and during lunch girls would crowd around each other, watching the boys with rose tinted cheeks as they whispered about who they thought was cute and who would make the best boyfriend.

Y/N sat with them more out of obligation than anything, since she’d much rather be goofing off with Fred and George and whatever other male classmates decided to join in their games. So instead of playing with her friends she’d sit there and nod along as they whispered about Fred’s eyes and George’s hair and Thomas’ smile, all while the only thing Y/N was thinking about was how things had changed.

Year 8 also brought a lot of personal changes in Y/N’s life.

Suddenly the elastic on the soft cotton training bras her Mum had purchased before Year 6 was digging into her sides hard enough to leave deep red marks on her skin, and at one point she could barely get them over her chest. She’d had to upgrade to an actual real bra before school even began, and by the Christmas holiday she’d already needed to change size twice.

And that year Santa didn’t just bring her a few bras for her newly grown breasts, but it seems her period was packed away under the tree as well. What she thought was a stomach ache leading up to Christmas Day evidently turned out to be the arrival of her so called “womanhood” if the blood staining her Christmas PJs was any indication.

She spent the week between Christmas and New Years carefully waddling around, afraid that too much movement would cause the pad stuck to her underwear to slip and she’d end up bleeding all over herself.

When school started up again in January she no longer knew where she belonged. On one hand she still wanted to be out there with Fred, running amuck and causing trouble when the teacher wasn’t looking. But on the other hand she didn’t quite fit in with the girls in her class either - even if she agreed with Marci Joe that Fred is by far the cutest boy in their Year.

So when school got out for the summer, Y/N had worried that things would be different. Worried that Fred would look at her like the other boys seem to now, that instead of seeing Y/N the girl they grew up playing with they’d see Y/N, the girl who’s boobs they like to stare at. (Even if deep down Y/N really did hope that Fred had noticed her boobs at least a little bit.)

And okay maybe things are a little different.

Like how her cheeks heat up when Fred grabs her hand to help keep her balance as they jump from rock to rock through the creek. And how sometimes she can feel her tummy flip upside down when Fred laughs at something she’s said. And maybe, just maybe, her smile was a little bit too big and she felt a little too proud when Fred turned down Marci Jo’s invitation to the movies to grab some ice cream with Y/N instead.

But none of that matters as long as Fred is still her very best friend. (Even if Y/N hopes in her little heart that someday he might be more than that too.)

“Hey.”

Y/N’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice, and she prays the flush on her cheeks isn’t obvious as she slams her journal shut. She knows there’s no way Fred would be able to read what she’s writing from where he leans against the entrance to her room, but just the thought of him recognizing the scrawl of his name with little hearts doodled by it is embarrassing enough to have her shoving the book under her pillow for good measure.

“What are you doing here?”

The smile that appears on his face causes a surge of butterflies to rock through Y/N’s stomach, and she practically holds her breath as he steps further into her room.

“Is that any way to greet your best friend?” Fred teases.

His easy going demeanor instantly soothes her nerves in a way that only Fred ever seems to be able to, and she rolls his eyes at him.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that. Molly said you and George were spending the night at Thomas’ when I called earlier, I was just surprised to see you here, that’s all.”

Fred waggles his eyebrows at her as he takes a seat on the end of Y/N’s bed. “You called the house looking for me? Y/N I’m blushing.”

Y/N leans over to punch Fred on the arm, desperately trying to cover up the giddy feeling she gets from Fred being here in her room.

Because of course Fred is her best friend in the entire world and he has been since they were four years old. But at some point in the last twelve years she’s started to look at Fred in a different way, and in the last few months she’s decided to stop lying to herself.

Fred will always be her best friend, but she’s no longer afraid to admit that she wishes someday he’d be more than that too.

She remembers thinking how it seemed like a switch flipped overnight when all the girls in their year stopped looking at boys as friends and started having crushes on them, and now it seems another switch has flipped and suddenly everyone now has boyfriends.

Well, everyone except Y/N.

And it’s not like boys haven’t been interested in her. There was Thomas and Lee, and even Danny in the Year above. Turns out once boys grow out of that immature phase where they call boobs flower buds and laugh as they jiggle awkwardly during gym class, they’ll do just about anything to sneak a peek at them.

But when Thomas and Lee had asked, Y/N didn’t even hesitate when she shot them down - giving them both a generic excuse that they’d been friends for too long for her to see them any other way. She’d thought about saying yes to Danny, mainly because at sixteen she’s the only girl in her year who hasn’t been kissed outside of a round of truth or dare or spin the bottle. But then Fred had invited her over to watch a Star Wars marathon and by the time Y/N decided to circle back to the raincheck she’d asked Danny for, he was already dating a girl in his Year.

And it’s not even as if she really wanted to date Danny. It just felt nice to have someone see her as more than just a friend. It felt nice to feel pretty and feminine. To be noticed.

Even if she wasn’t noticed by the boy whose attention she really craves.

“So you never answered my question,” Y/N starts after a few moments of silence. “What are you doing here?”

The wicked grin she gets as a response tells her everything she needs to know.

They’re at the party for an hour before Y/N loses Fred in the crowd. She’s feeling loose from the lukewarm beer and shots that tasted more like ethanol than vodka, and somewhere in the back of her mind she had the hope that tonight would be the night.

Their night.

Sober Y/N is not brave enough to take that next step to push them past the friendship stage, but drunk Y/N is ready, willing and eager to take one for the team. It doesn’t help that Fred had been so sweet and attentive since the moment they arrived at Thomas’. The party was already in full swing, and Fred had held her hand tight as they weaved through the crowd. Every drink she consumed had been given by Fred, each one handed off with a wink and a promise that he’d always take care of her.

Like an idiot she’d let go of his hand, trying to shout over the music that she was going to run to the loo and Fred should wait right there. And to no one’s surprise when she finally found the spot where she left him twenty minutes later, Fred was nowhere to be found. She’d searched the ground floor and the first floor already, and as she stumbles down the stairs into the basement Y/N is sure she’ll find Fred hanging out on a couch ready with some stupid joke about how she finally found his hiding space.

What she doesn’t expect to find is Fred sitting on a couch with Marci Jo, his arms around her waist as they attempt to suck each other’s faces off. She’s not sure if it’s the alcohol or the heartbreak that makes her stomach turn, but suddenly the only thought on her mind is getting the hell out of there as soon as possible.

Turns out tonight was the night. Just not their night.

Things haven’t been the same since the party.

Fred had been everything to Y/N, and now she could barely stand to look at him. It wasn’t just that he’d broken her heart that night, it was that he completely changed after that night. It was no longer just Fred whenever they hung out, it was Fred and Marci Jo. She didn’t even know Fred gave a second thought about Marci Jo, and suddenly she was taking over every aspect of Fred’s life.

Trips to the park, to get ice cream, movie nights at the Weasley’s - anything that Y/N and Fred used to do together now had to include Marci Jo. And Y/N wouldn’t mind her tagging along as much if they weren’t so absorbed in their own little bubble to notice her existence. Too many times she’d left their hangouts early, the two of them too busy making out or whispering to each other to even notice Y/N had gone home.

Losing Fred as a potential romantic partner had been sad, and she shed many tears over that lost possibility. But losing Fred as a best friend had been absolutely devastating. Fred had been the one constant in Y/N’s life, and suddenly without him there she had no idea what she was doing anymore.

“Hey stranger.”

Y/N looks up from the fire, giving Fred a nod. “Fred.”

Today was their last day of college, and of course Thomas had to throw a huge party to celebrate. Y/N hadn’t even wanted to go, she’d planned on spending the night up in her room, writing until she finally felt exhausted enough to fall asleep. But this would probably be the last time all of them would be together, before University and adult life took over, and some yearning for the way things used to be coaxed her out of the house tonight.

“That’s how you greet your best friend?” he teases, taking a seat next to Y/N on the bench.

She laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “Okay, sure.”

They’re silent, both of them focused on the way the flames dance to avoid having to look at each other. It’s been a little over a year since they’ve been alone together, and Y/N feels a pang in her chest at how awkward it is to be sitting with Fred, when it used to be as natural as breathing.

Fred is the one who breaks the silence.

“I overheard my Mum talking with yours’ on the phone this morning. London, eh?”

Y/N shivers as he bumps their shoulders together. “Yeah. I leave for my summer program next week.”

“Wow, already?” he blows out a breath. “I can’t imagine this place without you, but I always knew if anyone could make it out of this shithole, it’d be you.”

“Oh fuck off,” she blurts out, shocking them both. Even with them drifting apart Y/N has never been anything but polite with Fred during their short interactions so the anger in her voice is a surprise. But she lets it build, too tired of pretending that she’s okay with what happened between them.

“The only reason I ever thought about sticking around is you, you moron. You love this stupid shithole too much to ever even dream of doing something else with your life. And even though I never had the same dreams as you, my need to leave never outweighed my need to have you in my life. But now I can’t wait to get the hell out of here, and please don’t pretend that you’ll be shedding a tear over my absence.”

“Don’t do this,” Fred seethes, tearing his eyes away from the fire so he can look at the one brewing in Y/N’s eyes. “You’re the one who pulled away, don’t put this on me.”

“And you’re the one who kissed Marci Jo and blew everything up! My heart used to beat for you Fred Weasley, and everyone in this town knew it except, apparently, for you.” She stands up then, the yearning for nostalgia that brought her out tonight fading fast. “You prioritized getting your dick wet over our friendship, so do not blame me for pulling away. Have a nice life, Fred.”

Y/N ignores his calls of her name as she storms away, letting everything she’s lost go with every step away she takes.

Her editor told her not to do it. So did her agent. And her Mother.

But as she stands in the middle of a busy bookstore, seeing her debut novel sitting on a shelf for the very first time, Y/N does not feel an ounce of regret as she takes a copy into her hand and flips to the dedication page.

Fuck you, Fred Weasley - you know what you did.

Y/N can tell the moment Fred decides he’s going to approach her. Even though it’s been years since they last spoke she can still read him like a book, and his thoughts are written across his face in the look he’s giving her.

Watching him take a step towards her breaks Y/N of whatever trance she’d been in, giving her the forethought to step out of the entryway and over to the wall. Whatever conversation she and Fred are about to have shouldn’t be taking place as people shove past them to enter or exit the pub.

The smile on Fred’s face as he approaches is cautious, and Y/N silently wishes she’d at least had the chance to grab a drink before this confrontation. She has a feeling she’ll need it.

“Hey stranger,” Fred greets, knuckles white from how hard he grips the bottle in his hand.

Y/N nods in greeting. “Fred.”

“That how you greet all of your best friends that you haven’t seen in a while?” he attempts to joke, a fleeting smile on his lips. When Y/N does nothing in response but quirk an eyebrow, he lets out a nervous chuckle. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “Just not sure I’d describe us as best friends.”

“Really?” Fred asks, but the tone in his voice suggests he’s anything but surprised at her rejection.

Yes really, Y/N wants to spit back. There’s an anger bubbling in her stomach, a feeling she hasn’t felt in the longest time. A feeling she thought she’d gotten over in the years it’s been since she left her hometown and all of the people in it behind. But it roars back to life, so full of life that she thinks it may have never been dormant.

“Yeah.”

She stopped thinking of Fred Weasley as her best friend a long time ago.

“Guess I deserve that,” Fred admits after a moment of silence. “And I’m not really that surprised considering you dedicated your first book to telling me to fuck off in front of the entire world.”

Y/N snorts a laugh. “Yeah, well. You deserved that too.”

They both just stand there in silence, and while Y/N feels nothing she can tell Fred feels awkward. His jaw twitches, a telltale sign that he’s trying to figure out what to say next. She lets him struggle for another minute before giving him a brief nod.

“Well then. It was,” she hesitates, not wanting to say that it was good to see him again. Because it wasn’t. Y/N could have gone the rest of her life, fully content with never seeing or hearing from Fred Weasley again. “Have a good rest of your night.”

Fred’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something else, but after it hangs there for a few beats he snaps it shut again. With another curt nod Y/N joins the stream of people heading towards the bar, finding that walking away from Fred Weasley the second time is just as easy as it was the first time.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fanfic #harry potter #golden #fw #fred weasley fic

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angels--trumpet · 1 month

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Ngl I'm a bit embarrassed to make this one but worms are worms and @funable-rainy simply has to have one conversation with me to make them wiggle so here we go

This is mostly just a post I had to take down on Twitter cause it keeps trying to kill my account rip

Cw: 185, sfw

Gojo met Yuji when he was 17, Yuji was small, dumb, chubby and annoying but he was also so sincere

So kind, and so bright

Everything Gojo knew that his world would sniff out and crush imminently

Like bloodhounds on a fox

He was called to a mission around where the boy lived and barely prevented the stupid brat from eating the worst kind of poison in the world

One of sukuna fingers

He made sure to give the brat a piece of his mind, and in return, he was given the other half of his packed-up brownie. Yes, he took it. He was hungry, and he ate all the candy he had on him beforehand, so he was running a bit low

He just owed him that's all

A favor for a brownie

Yuji wanted to go to the park and play, so Gojo took him, and they played. Why did this kid had so much energy?

Yuji wanted to go get snacks, so Gojo took him to the corner store and they got snacks

Yuji wanted to sit down and eat his snacks and get told silly stories, so gojo told him the many stupid pranks he's Pulled before, the craziest missions he went on when he didn't have a good handle on his own abilities It's not like the kid would even remember what he said tomorrow anyway.

Gojo didn't stop visiting, and Yuji never forgot what he said, holding onto every word with reverence

Calling Gojo a friend

And the word held weight like it ment something, it wasn't like with Geto or Shoko this was different he loved the boy and wanted to protect him even if he had no obligation too, no reason other than

"This boy is good and I want to keep him alive"

Gojo introduces Yuji to his friends one day, getting permission first from his grandfather to take him on a little field trip. He shows him around campus, his dorm room, he takes him around the city, and Geto even smiles that real smile he has when he truly is happy.

It felt so nice.

Then, the failed mission happened.

He couldn't face Yuji he couldn't face Geto, trained on his own for days, perfecting what he unlocked so nothing could get that close again. He sees something is wrong with his best friend but can't bring his voice out to really dive into what's wrong.

So he leaves it be, thinking the other teen would get over it eventually. He surely has before about other things.

Yuji finds him, had rode all the way out from his home to Gojo campus all by himself. Gojo is grumpy about it, complains, and plays it over dramatic, so the boy giggles a bit dispute, saying sorry and actually meaning it.

But Gojo was also thankful. He's so glad to see Yuji again, even if he avoided him for months now. Geto Despite looking like he has not eaten or slept in days reminds him to call Yuji grandfather to make sure he knows where Yuji is since it was already too late to go and return him. Yuji spends and entire night and evening with Gojo, who just keeps the boy in his lap and lets him watch as many movies as he wants till he passes out.

Joyful screaming and flailing, talking put loud for Gojo to humm a response too.

Geto joins them, and for the first time in days he seems to fall asleep peacefully with the help of Yuji just being as he is. Gojo ends up being a bit more possessive of Yuji afterwords, Geto even seems to enjoy the boy's company more now than ever the only other person Gojo trusts to keep a good safe hold of him when Gojo needs to do things.

In a way Yuji seemed to save them, and all Gojo can give in return is hold a love he horbors in him that was completely inappropriate and not something he wanted to feel, but he cannot stop now.

He denies it and fights against it, never shows it past the regular care and love he usually gives Yuji.

He didn't want to ruin that.

Extra bits

Gojo totally freaks out over the fact that he fell in love with Yuji, who he is essentially co-parenting with Yujis grandpa how much he takes Yuji with him to do things with Geto.

Geto still has this distance for normal people, but it's not too bad because he has yuji reminding him of the good Tho he is secretly trying to get Yuji to use CE so he can become like them but he suspects heavenly pacts because of Yuji unnatural strength.

When Yuji grows older he develops the biggest crush on Gojo, and everyone uses it as like blackmail the one thing that makes the strongest freez up and blush, well less like blackmail and more like a joke that they can finally laugh at this cocky guy. Yuji is Gojos' weakness, so as his best friend Geto makes sure to always keep Yuji protected with one of his curses, he won't admit it's cause he loves Yuji too and wants him to live a long normal life.

Yuji essentially has two scary dogs.

This ended up being a lot more angsty than funny like it originally came out to be when I was chatting in the goyuu server

#goyuu #gojo x yuji #Angels Note Dump

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Try Again

Summary: Feelings don't die without a fight. Words: 1069 Warnings: Fluff A/N: I loved writing this one so much.

The heat of San Diego was hard to handle but it was something Beau Simpson had become accustomed to in his time serving at North Island. Right now, though, the heat building inside him had a different cause. The sight of his ex-wife, the woman he had reconnected with just a few months ago, the only woman who could ever tempt him to leave the Navy, was standing just a few feet away under a gazebo with none other than Pete Mitchell, the biggest troublemaker on base and the biggest thorn in his side.

She knew his feelings towards the man; she’d known how he felt about the insufferable pilot since before they divorced, before they married. The amount of messes that Beau had to clean up from the headstrong, reckless pilot outnumbered the amount of times he’d bought flowers for his wife in the ten years they were together. Though, maybe that wasn’t something to brag about.

As he watched the exchange from beneath the shaded overhang of the building, his brain reminded him of everything he’d ever loved about her. Her willingness to go along with any plan, her incredible ideas when it came to design and engineering, and the biggest heart he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing. The gazebo she was standing under was a volunteer project for the local high school, something set up so that teachers could have a place outside to work on lesson plans in peace.

The moment Mitchell’s arms wrapped around her, he began moving, hurrying across the parking lot where he’d just come from speaking to the principal about the NJROTC program. Mitchell slipped out of the backside of the structure, not sparing a glance in the Admiral’s direction as he approached.

Beau stopped at the entrance of the gazebo and slipped his hands in his pockets, waiting for her to turn around instead of announcing himself. He watched quietly as she packed up her supplies, humming to herself, a sign she was lost in her own thoughts. Beau smiled as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest while his mind reeled with memories of the two of them together years ago, before the end of their romance.

“Beau,” she gasped, pulling him out of his musings and back to the present.

“Hey, Kitten,” he greeted, his voice low.

“I didn’t know you were here. I…I didn’t think…” she trailed off, her eyes locked onto his.

Beau could see something swimming behind her eyes. Maybe it’s the memories of our divorce, he theorized. “How are you?”

“Uh, good. I’m good. How are you, Bobo?”

The old nickname made him chuckle while making his heart squeeze in his chest. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until his eyes landed on her moments ago. “I’ve been better,” he answered honestly. “Can I, uh, give you a hand?”

“It’s just clean up. You don’t have to,” she shrugged.

“I didn’t ask because I feel obligated. I’d like to actually talk to you, see what you’ve been up to the last fifteen years. Find out how you ended up here.”

She studied him for a moment, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. With a sigh, she said, “okay. I’d ask what you’d been doing but I can see it’s been all work, Admiral. Some things don’t change.”

Beau ducked his head momentarily before raising it slightly, looking her in the eyes. “I know I messed up with us. And I will forever regret it. But how did you end up back here?”

“An old friend called in a favor. Her sister teaches here and they passed the project at the last school board meeting. Penny knew that I had the skills they wanted and then some so she called me.”

“And you came.”

“Yeah. Penny even sent a few of the locals to give me a hand. Including her boyfriend.”

“So you did the project with Mitchell today?”

“Mitch - Pete? Yeah, why?”

“No reason. I just didn’t realize you knew him that well.”

“I don’t. He’s Penny’s boyfriend.”

It was at that moment that everything clicked into place for Beau. He remembered that Penny had a history with one of the pilots on base and that he’d heard all about the way the guy kept showing up and disappearing. He didn’t realize at that time that it was the same pilot he’d been cleaning up after.

“You look like the light bulb just went off,” she chuckled smugly, stacking boxes of tools near the doorway.

“It did, actually. Somehow I never put two and two together that your Penny was the Penny Benjamin of The Hard Deck, the one who had been involved off and on with Pete Mitchell, thorn in my side for twenty years,” he agreed.

“I didn’t realize that’s who that was, either.” Her eyes were wide with amusement as her hand covered her mouth, trying to suppress the giggles.

“If, uh, if you’re not busy tonight, would you like to have dinner? With me?” he blurted, unable to contain the urge to spend more time with her.

Her eyes met his and searched, her head tilted as she watched him. He kept eye contact, his gaze softening the longer he stared. He wouldn’t let her know that he’d all but stopped breathing while he waited for her answer, toes tapping the inside of his shoe to keep himself from fidgeting outwardly.

“Will you cook for me, Bobo?”

“Kitten, I’ll do anything you want.”

“There’s no girlfriend or wife to be worried about, is there?”

“Uh, no,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “There hasn’t been anyone serious since you.”

“For me, either,” she admitted as she closed the gap between them. “I never stopped loving you, missing you.”

“No one could ever compare to you. Kitten, will you give me another chance?”

“Will you chase me if I leave this time?”

“Baby, I will follow you to the ends of the earth, Navy court martial be damned.” He reached for her, his hand wrapping her waist and tugging her close. Before she could react, his lips were on hers, kissing her with the pent up longing and realization that came with age. In that moment, they were one again, a team, together against the world.

He vowed then and there that she’d never doubt the way he needed her, wanted her, ever again.

#writercole #cole writes #beau simpson #beau cyclone simpson #beau x kitten #second chance romance #a thin line collection

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specialinterestshows · 8 months

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Pick yourself up and put yourself together with the help of some new friends in this chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Cannabis (weed)

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 33 of ?): Riddle Me This

“Seems like a bit of swelling and light bruising,” the medic says, carefully inspecting your hand while gauging your reactions to pressure in certain areas, “Let me grab an ice pack - it should hurt less once the swelling goes down.”

The medic disappears behind a section of wall and you turn to Dominik, who was sitting nearby. The expression on his face was difficult for you to read, but he gave you a reassuring smile when he noticed you looking over.

“Here you go,” the medic says, coming back around with a flexible cold pack and handing it to you, “Not much I can do for the bruising I’m afraid. Try and elevate that hand when you can if it’s still swelling after that gets warm.”

“Thank you for your help!” you call behind them as they turn the corner, catching a quick glimpse of a wave they seemed to give you before quickly disappearing again.

“I want to say thank you to you, too,” you turn to Dominik after placing the cold pack on your hand, “You’ve already done more than you need to, but I wanted to ask…”

“Ask what?” he prompted, looking slightly concerned after you trailed off.

“Do you think I should just avoid Rhea until the match is over?” you ask, looking down at your hand. Saying her name made you feel a wave of melancholy.

Dominik takes a moment to consider the question before answering, “I think that’s a good idea, yeah. Just because of Finn and Damian being… Finn and Damian.”

Nodding, you hop off the exam table and sigh, “I’m definitely going to need to finish that joint from earlier. Should I just go back to my car or is there somewhere around here I can smoke?”

“I don’t really know,” he admits, standing up as well, “But I know who probably does.”

“Dude and dudette!” Matt Riddle greets you and Dominik outside the locker room a short while later, “What’s up? ‘Cause if you want me to join your group, I gotta tell ya” - he rests a hand on Dom’s shoulder - “I’m super flattered, bro, but you guys just don’t know when to chill.”

Noticing Dominik’s patience wearing thin, you decide to explain, “I was just wondering where I could go around here to… y’know…” you leave the cold pack on your hurt hand, freeing the other to make a joint-smoking motion at the side of your mouth.

“Eyyyy, 420!” he said enthusiastically, putting out his hand for a fist-bump. You use your free hand to oblige and watch him try to do the same with Dominik, who stares at him blankly. After a few seconds, Matt gently bumps his fist against Dom’s shoulder instead.

“Right this way, stoner friends,” he said to you and Dominik , gesturing to the locker rooms.

Dom holds up a hand and shakes his head, “I need to check on the rest of the Judgment Day” - then, turning to you - “You good for now?”

You nod, following both men and then just Matt Riddle as Dominik walked off in the other direction.

“Here ya go!” the two of you stop in front of a “family” restroom.

Raising an eyebrow, you ask, “Don’t most bathrooms have smoke detectors?”

Matt looks around conspiratorially before reaching in his pocket and showing you a pair of batteries.

“I do this at most places for pre-game and post-match tokes,” he explains, “and then I just pop ‘em back in after… if I can remember to.”

You laugh, thanking him and entering the restroom, locking the door behind you. Resting your bag on the hook on the inside of the door, you move your uninjured hand through it before brushing against the cigarette box you had filled with a lighter and several joints. Looking around the room, you catch yourself in the mirror as you pull out the box.

Your eyes are a bit puffy from crying and you held your injured hand as if it were in a sling. Thinking of Rhea again, you place the joint between your lips, fighting the sadness that burned behind your eyes.

It’s going to be okay, you try to assure yourself, inhaling as you light the already-burnt end. Holding in the hit as long as you can, you watch the lit end of the joint trail smoke up to the ceiling. Coughing slightly as you exhale the smoke, you try taking another big hit to power through the slight throat spasms that told you to keep coughing. It wasn’t the best idea, but it would definitely get you higher and you were looking for an effective way to disconnect from the situation.

A sharp dryness in the back of your throat forces you to let out the hit earlier than you meant to, coughing into the crook of your arm over and over.

A knock at the door catches your attention.

“Hello?” an unfamiliar woman’s voice asks on the other side of the door. Scrambling, you put out the joint on the bottom of your shoe, dropping the cold pack in the process.

“Are you okay in there?” the voice continued as you shoved your belongings in your bag and tried to stop coughing. Abandoning the cold pack in favor of grabbing your bag and wafting the remaining bits of smoke toward the running vent.

“All good in here!” you say, finally getting the coughing under control before opening the door, “Sorry, it’s all yours now if you need-“

“Oh honey, are you sure you’re okay?” you’re interrupted by the woman now standing in front of you - straight, blonde hair framing her face and worry in her bright blue eyes, “Looks like you’ve been having a rough one.”

Your hesitation makes her say, “Sorry, you probably don’t want to open up to a complete stranger” - she reaches out her open hand for you to shake - “I’m Liv. Liv Morgan.”

[end part thirty-three of ?]

Part 34: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/726951020085870592/absolute-smokeshow-part-34-of-worry-less-liv

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Undiscovered, Underground

A/n: this was supposed to be a short thoughts post, now it's fic length so enjoy lol. A special thank you to @sovaghoul for fueling my thoughts about Delta.

TW: brief discussions of death, brief allusion to animal death (none depicted), excessive prayer, vague descriptions of an infirmary stay

Word Count: 2,075

Thinking about Delta returning from his transition and they can tell something's not entirely right about him, but the ghouls still love him and care for him all the same. Until he starts saying things that are a bit... off. At first they chalked it up to the after affects of going through such a drastic change, a shift in magick types that would scramble anyone's brain.

Until his strangeness continues, the ghoul effectively isolating himself from his loved ones simply by saying what he sees in the stars. What he feels in the streams. What the tea leaves at the bottom of his mug spell out. His pack had abandoned him, the ghoul becoming a shut in, a recluse. All until one of the earth ghouls returns from town with that year's Farmer's Almanac, proving everything he said to be true, albeit still strange.

It's the way the now quintessence ghoul seems to stare through them as they apologize. Even though his pack feels guilt for their actions, they do not embrace him how they used to when he was water. Their touch runs cold, even Alpha's hands are hesitant when they find his shoulder, the grip weak.

Only Pebble looks on at the changed ghoul with a reverence, the same love behind his eyes that used to be mirrored by the ghoul. His calloused palm resting atop Delta's hand, the quintessence ghoul's claws curled around the skull of a jackdaw. He knew Pebble was the ghoul who brought the Almanac back from town, the one who tried to clear Delta's name. Yet he withdraws his hand from Pebble's grip, watching as the light fades from the earth ghoul's eyes.

"Delta, you have to trust me. I know none of us have given you a reason to do so, but please." Pebble sighed before rising from his position across the table, "I'm going into the garden, you can find me if you want. But you're not obligated to."

Delta sat alone in the kitchen, his pack had left him once again. The ghouls had scattered like animals at the sense of an impending landslide. The air hung heavy in the den, tainted by the ghoul's new strange aura. It wasn't his fault that he had come back wrong. He had no control of what horrors he had seen throughout his transition. Returning from death is apt to make anyone the slightest bit crazy, but they didn't understand it. Maybe Alpha did, the pitying hand laid weakly on his shoulder. But even then, their pity and guilt wasn't enough. He wanted remorse, a sign that they still had a shred of love for their family member.

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Pebble figured his offer, like everything else he felt for the ghoul was a lost cause. The earth ghoul was knelt down in the mud of the strawberry patch, fussing over the slow ripening fruits. There was no rhyme or reason to his actions, just an effort to keep his hands busy and his mind off the loss of his companion. That was until he felt a presence, a strong rush of quintessence the ghoul was still learning to control. The earth ghoul kept his eyes down, examining the leaves of a worsening plant and attempting to make a mental note to consult his mentor about it in the morning. The sun was too high to change the care routine now.

"The winter was too dry, berries will fail this year" Delta spoke softly, almost hoping that Pebble's hearing aids didn't catch the frequency at which he spoke. The ghoul feebly searching for an excuse to leave until the small earth ghoul's eyes met his.

"I told Gamma it was foolish to plant, but he insisted. At least the birds and the bugs will get a treat, we might be living off the stash of canned fruits from last season" Pebble spoke, the soft emerald green eyes searching the other ghoul's face. There it was. That spark, a glimmer of the ghoul who once was. Trust. Compassion. Hope. It was all still there, under the swirling surface of stardust and horrors, water was still there. Rushing below the surface, like an underground river that was previously unknown to mankind.

The quintessence ghoul watched his companion, his demeanor slowly softening and allowing the earth ghoul in. "I'm sorry, I know I've said some off-putting things. Made myself untrustworthy, a pariah. I never intend to say them, it just rushes out of me" he tries to explain, feeling those emerald eyes boring into his soul.

"I understand, you've seen things that none of us are still yet to comprehend. Things that would drive any one a little nuts to know, but you had no right to shut me out" Pebble sighed, turning back towards the dirt as a caterpillar began to cross over his hand. The earth ghoul rose slowly, taking the caterpillar towards the stalks of milkweed that grew wild along the side of the planters shed.

Delta didn't say anything, he didn't follow, he didn't attempt to beg for forgiveness. Why would Pebble forgive him? When he was rejected despite spending his every waking moment defending the quintessence ghoul, clinging to imagery of the water he once loved effortlessly. He was at a loss, no one had told him that this would happen when he faced his transition between elements. Maybe no one knew of the effects, a transition to quintessence had never been successfully completed before Delta.

"Pebble, I..." The quintessence ghoul started and then stopped, his words failing him "Why do you still care?"

The earth ghoul stood over him once again, his body language defensive and fearful. It was foolish to show fear in the face of such an unpredictable ghoul, especially when the part of himself that was clinging onto the hope he would find himself again was rapidly waning like the moon. Like the tide receding far into the ocean before a tsunami.

"Maybe you should go play in the creek bed or whatever it is you do now. If you don't find the answer there then I can't help you."

The voice that came out of him was foreign, lacking the adoration and tact that the earth ghoul typically spoke to his pack with. The words dripping in a venom reserved only for those who have committed acts of harm too great to forgive. His voice shook, the weight of the words too great for such a small ghoul to bear.

Delta found himself alone for the third time that day, watching the last vestiges of his home walk down the hillside towards the chapel. A part of him knew that Pebble had a point, that if he couldn't find the answer then he was hopeless. The venom that soaked his words hung in the quintessence ghoul's system, like a neurotoxin laced spear driven into his abdomen. Even when hurt, when terrified and broken, the earth ghoul still showed others a mercy they didn't deserve. Delta sat on the hillside until the earth ghoul was nothing but a speck, yet he could still feel the emotions afflicting the ghoul through their bond. Something he regrets not having broken before the ceremony.

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It was sunset by the time he reached the creek bed, finding it had dried from the weeks they've gone without rain. Yet the quintessence ghoul found himself kneeling amongst the jagged stones, the pain radiating through his joints was well deserved. The ghoul knelt in prayer for hours, the feeling his lower extremities faded into a dull ache before giving way to total numbness.

His gesticulations never faltered through the sensations, believing he was deserving of the pain and more. If only he had declined the transition. If only he had backed out of the ceremony. Then his pack would still be there, they would still love him. It wasn't until the moon reached it's peak in the night sky when he stopped praying, exhaustion curling it's dark fingers around the ghouls mind.

He crawled weakly from the creek bed, finding cramped shelter under a collection of bushes. Comfort was not something the ghoul deserved, a menace like him should not feel safety or satisfaction knowing what he has done. A dreamless sleep rapidly took over the ghoul, keeping him under the brush for a few days.

Delta only awoke when familiar voices cut through the sleep that had engulfed his weakened form. He wanted to bury himself further into the bushes, but two of the voices wouldn't allow him to do so. Slowly pulling the ghoul from the bush, lifting his weak, hunger addled body from the ground. He didn't feel the touch of the third voice until they had lain him on an infirmary cot, the antiseptic scent awakening his senses like a jolt of electricity.

The third voice stayed by his bedside for an unknown amount of time, it could've been a few days or even weeks. Delta knew nothing of the time that passed, delirium and fear gripping his body and soul like a vice. Yet that presence was always next to him, the soft scent of honeysuckle, the calloused hand that held onto his in a death grip, the gentle pressure of a cool damp towel across his brow. The tears spilled, the voice going from watery when pleading for something to be done for the quintessence ghoul, to hoarse from the choked sobs that left it. Soft, loving eyes that caressed the quintessence ghoul when hands could not.

When the fever broke, the delirium began to fade. Once again Delta had passed through the shadow of death and survived, albeit this time he was not concerned if he would come out of it to tell the tale. It was then when he learned that the presence alongside him was Pebble, that he had organized the search party for him. That he spent those nights in the chapel, sleeping in the pews only when the exhaustion was too overwhelming to continue his pleas to the Dark Lord for Delta's safety.

"Why did you stay all this time?" Delta asked softly, his voice gravely and rough from the days spent screaming himself mute.

He felt Pebble's fingers gently pry open his clenched fist, before he felt an all too familiar sign pressed into his palm. I love you. It was repeated over and over until Delta closed his hand around Pebble's, holding onto the earth ghoul tighter than he ever had before.

"That's my one flaw on this Earth, that I will stay. No matter how much pain it will cause for me, because I love you and I refuse to let you break that bond" Pebble spoke, voice quivering with emotion as tears threatened to spill over yet again.

Delta knew he was right, that was the reason he found when he was knelt in the creek bed, crying out for answers. The pain he had felt in those hours and in the weeks in the infirmary were nothing compared to the aching chasm he had left in the earth ghoul's chest. The chasm widening each day he forced the only one who cared away.

"You can't bear all of this alone Delta, you've got to let us help" he said, tears spilling from the emerald eyes that never left his.

"I don't want to be a burden, I've already driven you all away. Why would anyone help now?" Delta spoke coarsely, tears brimming in his own eyes.

Pebble drew in a shuddering sigh before speaking, a hand coming up to card through the few untangled strands of silver hair on Delta's head. "You're not a burden, not to me. Not to us. We always wanted to help, but you didn't allow anyone the grace to face the horrors with you"

Delta's eyes shifted from the earth ghoul's face, forcing the tears down. Attempting to swallow down the pain he felt, the fear that constantly grips his mind. "I don't deserve that, I was barely strong enough to survive the ceremony. Why would anyone care to be saddled with the weight of my mind?"

"It's simple, the same reason I'll come back each time. We love you, truly, we still do despite it all" Pebble cupped his face in his hands, as if pleading him wordlessly to look into his eyes "because I love you. And I dont want you to ever forget that"

#the band ghost #delta ghoul #pebble ghoul

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