#i was gonna post a series next but i got this one-shot request and i couldn’t stop thinking about it
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looking to score (one-shot)
pairing footballcaptain! rafe cameron x female headcheerleader! reader
rating explicit 18+
summary rafe has been flirting with you all season long. just when you think he’s never going to actually seal the deal, you do something to make him dangerously jealous and he realizes he’ll need you to prove who you’re loyal to.
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The state championship game coming up means there are two sure things you can count on.
One, you have to hold twice as many cheerleading practices to make sure your routines are clean and flawless.
And two, everyone on campus has Rafe Cameron’s name in their mouth.
He’s the starting quarterback, the captain of the football team, the fucking pride and joy of your college. For him, it’s awesome. He loves the attention. As for you, you’ve given up on trying to stifle your eye-rolls any time someone mentions him.
Rafe is the cockiest man you’ve ever known. Your interactions with him have been limited, but telling. He’s been teasing you all season, flirting and acting like he’ll finally put a move on you. But then he never does.
Before every home game, as team captains, you stand first in your respective line in the tunnelled corridor that leads out to the football field. This gives Rafe a nice few minutes to flirt with you and does he love to lay it on thick.
Today, finally, it’s the day of the championship game, and your college is hosting. The campus is buzzing with excitement, colorful signs in the stands, every parking lot full.
You’re waiting in your usual spot. The crowds in the stands outside are roaring and the conversations of cheerleaders and college staff are bouncing around the concrete tunnel.
The players aren’t here yet, but you know it’s only a matter of minutes before Rafe leads them down the hall, pausing next to you, messing with you like always.
It’s almost torment the way he works you up, then does nothing about it. Nonetheless, you look forward to this little routine you two have and hope he puts his money where his mouth is one day.
Rafe lives for the buzz before a home meet. The local fame he amasses, the promise of an hour-long game where he’s celebrated for his aggression, the opportunity to talk to you before he steps out onto the field… it’s electrifying.
When he saunters down the corridor towards you, all height and breadth and fucking ego, his eyes trail down your body like he’s imagining what’s underneath your cheerleading uniform.
“Damn,” he lowly mutters to you. “I swear, that skirt keeps getting shorter.” He leans back against the hard wall, waiting for his cue to rush the field.
“Wishful thinking,” you reply, crossing your arms.
Rafe soaks in the sight of your cleavage, the way your tits press together under your v-neck top when you stand like that. His blood runs hot like it always does when he sees you.
“This is a big game,” he says. He’s rolling his helmet in his big hands, his shoulder pads wide, the red of his jersey somehow making his blue eyes look even bluer. “You shouldn’t be distracting me.”
“Do you ever give it a rest?” you ask. He bites his lip, gaze dropping to your legs.
“We both know you don’t want that.” His smirk is so cocky, his dimples so taunting, that you have to look away from him. He’s almost too hot.
“Got me there, Rafe,” you say sarcastically. When you roll your eyes at him, his dirty mind immediately imagines you doing that from pleasure while he fucks you.
“Good, get used to saying my name,” he chuckles.
“Because I’ll be screaming it later, right?” you quip. “Original.” Regardless, you feel yourself flush a little when you imagine him on top of you.
“I’m just sayin’, be prepared,” he says, amused as hell. The band starts playing the familiar entrance music in the stands, prompting you to get ready to run out.
“You want me so bad, it’s embarrassing.” You kneel over to pick your pompoms off the ground, purposely perking your ass in his direction. He feels his groin tighten at the view.
“I’m not embarrassed,” he says. You meet his eyes and can’t stifle the smile on your face, shaking your head as he pulls his helmet over his head.
Goddamn, he wish he knew if he actually had a chance with you. But he hasn’t ever made a real move, sure you’d reject him in a heartbeat. It’d be too big a blow to his ego.
The game is a close one through all four periods. You and your team cheer on the sidelines as the sun starts to set, trying to weaken the thick tension that stretches across the field.
Rafe plays fast and rough like usual, but you’ve noticed he has a sudden rivalry with one of the opposing players. Every time he gets even remotely close to number 33, who’s clearly been tasked with taking Rafe down, he’s shouting at him or shoving him.
His aggression is hot. Always has been. You look away from the field as if someone can read your mind.
Of course, it’s Rafe’s touchdown that wins the game for the home team. You’re elated, the cheering and applause and energy around you magnetizing.
You and the other cheerleaders storm the field, followed by the marching band and everyone on the coaching team.
In the crowd, you see Rafe with his helmet off, smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen. The stadium lights are strong, washing him in a bright light, showcasing the handsome planes of his face.
“Don’t rub it in, huh?” you hear. You turn to see a player from the other team smirking at you, his helmet hanging off his fingers.
“Kind of my job,” you reply, gesturing to your pompoms. He laughs, nodding as he looks down. Okay, he’s cute.
Rafe’s impulse is to look for you, brag to you about his win and about how you have no choice but to cheer for him.
When his eyes land on you, you’re standing on the field looking so fucking cute with your hip cocked, smiling at…
His blood boils. You’re smiling at another guy. The guy who’s been dogging him and pissing him off the whole game. Number 33. Why the fuck are you smiling at him?
Rafe can’t control himself. He starts to push through the crowd to get you the hell away from that asshole, when the coach stops him, talking to him about their play.
He loses sight of you and it makes every sore muscle in his body tense.
When the team heads inside, Rafe doesn’t even have the patience to peel off his muddy uniform. He leaves his helmet in his locker and rushes out of the room to find you.
He’s pissed off at your lack of loyalty. He’d like to think it’s because he cares about the team that much, but no. You’re his. Some dickhead, especially one on the opposing team, isn’t going to flirt his way into your pants.
When he spots you walking through one of the hallways that surrounds the stadium, he rushes to you and grabs your wrist.
You look up to see Rafe staring down at you with hard eyes.
“Why were you talking to that asshole?” he asks over the sound of the chattering crowds surrounding you.
Excitement burns through you. Is he talking about the player who flirted with you? Damn. He’s jealous. You give him a gratified smile.
“Only asshole I talked to today was you,” you reply.
“What did he say?” he demands, voice low. What’s worse is that you fucking smiled at him, a smile that should only be reserved for him, but he won’t say that out loud.
“He was hitting on me,” you reply, smirking. “Hopefully he’ll actually do something about it. Unlike you.”
Your response throws him for a second. If you want him to follow through, to finally resolve months of sexual tension, he’ll gladly fucking do it.
He angrily yanks you towards him and you allow him to guide you through the throngs of spectators.
Rafe has one thing in mind. He knows where the visiting teams park their bus. And he’s taking you there.
He roughly pushes open the heavy door to the back parking lot, pulling you behind him. The evening air is warm and the area is dark and fenced up and all you can hear is his panting.
Hard hands find your hips and push you against the cold, metal wall of the bus. Rafe’s finally facing you again, his stare penetrating. Your heart is hammering with anticipation.
“You want me to do something about it, huh?” he rasps. He pushes his hips against yours, grinding against you.
“Fucking finally,” you breathe.
His lips are on yours as he huffs a chuckle, unable to believe that you’re crumbling for him this damn easily.
His tongue runs against yours and his body feels so firm, the smell of his sweat musky and so fucking sexy. You feel the bulge of his hardening cock against your groin and you buck against him.
His hand eagerly runs up your thigh, below your skirt. When his fingers press against your cunt, you jolt, your breath stopping for a second.
“You wet for me?” he asks, pads of his fingers pushing up against your entrance. His breath is hot, his nose nudging yours. Arousal coils in your stomach, tight and hot.
You feel so soft and moist through your panties. Rafe knows he won’t be able to simply touch you for much longer. He needs to be inside you.
“Mhm,” you can only desperately hum.
His other hand moves from your hip to your face, squeezing your cheeks together as he looks down at you.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Yes,” you reply clearly, eyes boring into his.
Excitement pools in you when he moves his hands away to pull down his pants. You eagerly hike up your skirt and yank down your underwear.
It’s so fucking insane to be doing this out here. Someone could come through the door in a second. But the risk of it just adds to the thrill.
You revel in the sight of Rafe’s hard, curved cock in his hand. He’s fucking huge. You can admit the ego is warranted.
Rafe loves your expression, the way your lips are parted in surprise.
“Damn, look at you,” he huffs with a smirk. “You want this dick so bad.”
You eagerly lift your knee for him and he takes the invitation immediately, holding your leg up against his hip.
The feeling of him lining himself up against your cunt is mind-blowing. He pushes into you slowly, every inch feeling better than the last.
“How long have you wanted this?” he grunts once he bottoms out.
“Feels like fucking forever,” you admit breathlessly. “What took you so long?”
“Just be grateful you’re getting it,” Rafe replies. So cocky. Typical.
He pulls back then thrusts into you. Hard. You let out a strained sob and he inhales sharply at how nicely you’re squeezing around him.
“Oh, my God,” you whimper. The leg holding you up is wobbly already, making you grateful his hand is firmly hooked underneath your knee.
“You think that idiot can fuck you like this?” he says, driving in and out of you.
“No,” you say, and you mean it. You’re not sure anybody can pound into you so effortlessly, with so much passion.
You dip your head back, eyes squeezed shut while he fucks you.
“Don’t fucking talk to him again,” he orders, his hand rubbing over your chest and roughly kneading your tits.
This jealousy, this ownership, is so fucking hot. He continues to pull in and out so hard and so fast that you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.
“I won’t,” you promise. He’s so big inside you, stretching you so nicely, that you feel your stomach tightening already. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it loudly,” he says with a self-satisfied laugh. “And say my name.”
You obey, and when the orgasm rocks through you, your blood runs hot and sparks go off through your entire body. Rafe feels you squeezing him even tighter and he groans, cumming inside you in hot waves, twitching.
You bite your lip as he pulls out, feeling aftershocks of pleasure rocking through you.
Realizing what you’ve just done, that you’re in a fully public area, you frantically pull up your panties and readjust your skirt. Rafe looks amused by your nervousness, slowly getting dressed again.
“That was…” you begin, but you don’t have the words. Rafe leans down, capturing your face in his hands again to kiss you deeply.
A loud bang forces you apart. You see a player from the opposing team stepping out the door, trailed by the rest of his team.
A few seconds earlier, and you’d have been mortified. But Rafe takes the opportunity to kiss you again before taking your hand and pulling you through the door, past the group of guys.
“Get home safe,” Rafe mutters to them with a smirk, his tone taunting and entirely disingenuous. He spots number 33 and smiles at him with nothing but contempt.
He squeezes your hand and tilts his head towards you as the two of you walk by the sullen man.
“Looks like you lost,” Rafe half-laughs, very clearly not talking about the game.
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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two
Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI
A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA
Wow. Just...wow.
You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.
If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.
The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.
Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.
"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"
The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.
What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".
"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."
Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"
"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!
Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.
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Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston
Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins.
He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.
Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist.
But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.
Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit.
Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history.
And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son.
After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment.
Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands.
And then he’d met you.
Yes, you.
The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.
At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.
By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase.
Just like now.
But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.
At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move.
And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.
Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own.
But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip.
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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)
You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.
Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.
Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes.
No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.
And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man.
You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.
You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him.
To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.
And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.
Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.
That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.
However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–
Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.
Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”
“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”
“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish.
“Okay.”
“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.
“What?”
You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…
“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.
Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.
“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”
“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No!”
“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.
No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?”
“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…”
“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”
“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”
“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life.
“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.
“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door.
Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.
The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside.
He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend.
Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck!
You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?
Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it.
“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”
“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.
“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone.
“Happy Wednesday, baby.”
God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure?
“Sure.”
“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.”
“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head.
“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.
“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!”
The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.
And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that.
Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan.
You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather.
Thank goodness for small favors.
The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.
But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.
To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory.
You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.
Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.
Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.
Mm. A perfect cup.
“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”
“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”
“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter.
“I did, Andy.” So much.
“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?”
How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…
“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”
“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”
“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.”
His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines.
And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time.
“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”
Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous.
“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”
“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.
“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”
You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly.
“Did you?”
You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.
“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”
He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that.
“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.
“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”
“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience.
“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.
“I was.”
“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.
“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.
“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”
“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”
Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.
Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way.
When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.
The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission.
“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.
“Because I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal.
Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…
“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”
Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.
“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came.
Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.
“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.
You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.
“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.”
You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”
“I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”
“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say.
In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.
A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.
“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”
Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.
Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.
“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”
No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.
“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”
“I get it, sweetheart.”
Wait. He did? Just like that?
“You do?”
“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin.
He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.
Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”
“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.”
“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time.
But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again.
Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly.
“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.
“Goodbye, baby girl.”
“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.”
He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster.
You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…
He needed to go make a call.
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hello! good night! i was scrolling down and i saw your post about requests... and i was going to ask if i could do one even though i didnt follow you before realizing you were the luffy angst writter!!! that i follow for that series/three-shot!!! anyways;
could you do something about a reader (f! or gn! reader, the one you prefer) getting a tattoo? (a tramp stamp to be more specific, if you can) with robin, shanks, luffy and crocodile? it can be platonic or romantic/suggestive! i had the idea of getting one for a little while and i couldnt resist the temptation of having some thoughts w/them...
thank you very much! i love your writing! 💖
elo aequarea! thank you for the compliment 🫶🏻🫶🏻! unfortunately i've put the luffy angst fic on hiatus until i decide to finish off y/n fate.
forethoughts: sickness update- i can breathe through my nose now! but i got a stupid cough and sore throat still :(. yes i'm still sick and writing with a migraine. thanks for all the wishes and lovely messages you've given me <3! going back to sleep after posting this.
notes: this is my first time writing for shanks and crocodile, so apologies if inaccurate or not good. all gn!reader, smut-ish for crocodile and robin.
Robin
When you told Robin you wanted a tramp stamp, she didn’t make any comments, and only wanted to know your reason behind it. She saw her fair share of tramp stamps back at her time in Baroque Works; she wasn’t shocked at the concept of it. She was rather intrigued at your desire to have one.
After learning why you wanted one, she grabbed her stuff, and took you to the tattoo shop to get one for you.
She knew you weren’t that good with pain, so the entire time you were getting your tattoo, you squeezed her hand, while she nonchalantly read a book.
Robin didn’t care that her fingers were turning purple, she was reading her book.
She’d occasionally smile at you and give you some words of encouragement, squeezing your hand back before getting back to her book.
Once you were done, she’d coo you and help you recover, making sure it doesn’t get infected or smushed, giving you the best tattoo aftercare ever.
Once it was fully healed, she’d use it to tease you, brushing a finger over it, knowing you’re sensitive in that area. She’d tease the living daylight out of you in bed, making you cry out her name to stop the teasing.
Shanks
Shanks would first be confused by what a tramp stamp is, but once he digs into his memory, he remembers what it is and what it means.
He’d 100% want to choose the design or be a part of choosing the design because if he’s going to stare at it all day, he’d want it to be a beautiful sight.
As you’re getting your tattoo, he’s by your side, telling you a bunch of stories about his days on sea, trying to distract you from the needles poking into your skin.
He ignores your cries and screams and his fingers turning purple simply by raising his voice over your screams.
Once you were done with your tattoo, Shanks immediately turned into a father figure, caring for you and treating your tattoo until it was fully healed.
Once it was fully healed, he’d always make sure to make a comment about it, especially in bed. He’d show it off to his crew and friends, boasting about how his partner got a tramp stamp for him (you did not get a tramp stamp for him).
All in all, Shanks adores the tattoo and loves it on your body, and maybe if you convince him with two bottles of alcohol in his system, he might get one too.
Luffy
100% when you tell Luffy you want to get a tramp stamp he’s gonna get it with you.
Boy doesn’t even know what it is, he just wants to match with you and get the same tramp stamp.
When it’s time to get it, he sits on the chair next to you, holding your hand to comfort you as you were both getting the tramp stamp.
Little did you know he’d be the one squeezing the blood out of your fingers when the tattoo started.
For someone who’s fought a warlord and the World Government, he was squirming in his seat, waiting for the tattoo to end.
Once it did end, he was thrilled and hyped, since the two of you got matching tattoos.
Oh, the poor Straw Hats who had to listen to Luffy yap about the tramp stamp and how it matches with yours.
Crocodile
Crocodile really didn’t care when you told him you wanted a tramp stamp. He was busy with his work, still trying to take down Alabasta and making sure it was a foolproof plan.
He wasn’t also a fan of getting a tramp stamp, since he knew what it meant and he didn’t want the world to know his partner was associated with promiscuity.
He relented eventually, after you brought Miss All Sunday to join the argument, as Crocodile had no choice but to let you get the tramp stamp.
You went to the shop with Miss All Sunday, since Crocodile didn’t want to be seen with you inside a tattoo shop getting a tramp stamp, but he didn’t want you to go alone with you would be in danger, so he sent Miss All Sunday to go with you.
You got the tattoo with the woman, talking about some random things to pass the time.
Once you were done, you showed Crocodile, who initially had a strong reluctance in the tattoo.
But now that you got it, he was in love with the tattoo. He loves to use his hook to grab your waist, running the hook against your tattoo, loving your reaction and how it looked against your skin.
Yes he will use his hook to grab your waist while he’s pumping into you from behind and calling you a whore and living up to your tattoo.
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Hi soda I'm the Nacht HC requesting anon. How did you discover black clover?.
Hello there fellow Nacht loving Anon! And boy is that a question. I probably have already answered this kind of thing in the past. But I’m not gonna make you look for that post or find whatever post it is myself just to lazily link it as my answer.
So! Soda History Lesson!
I kinda discovered Black Clover twice, if that makes sense.
I first discovered it back in high school, when the anime had just begun airing. There was an “anime club” at my high school (and I use the term very loosely since there were 5 socially awkward people at most and we mostly just talked about anime over lunch in a classroom). Anyways, one day someone brought up newly airing animes and even suggested we try watching an episode during lunch. The new anime that we watched was Black Clover.
All I remember from watching BC that day was that Asta was really yell-y. Didn’t give it much thought after that.
I discovered BC a second time in college. My IRL buddy Steph (@cringeyvanillamilk) unknowingly got me into the series. I was scrolling through one of her art accounts and saw art of two of her BC ocs. Their designs were cool and Steph had already introduced me to another series I love (Demon Slayer) so I thought “to better appreciate my friend’s ocs and because she already recommended a good series, I will give BC a shot.”
And I ended up eating the manga within a week. Legit. I was looking back at some DMs between me and Steph… One day I’m talking about only being on chapter 7, and the literal next week I’m going “devils are super op and Clover’s judicial system sucks.”
So yeah, I really got into the series!
I’m really glad I met Steph. That she introduced me to KnY leading me to trust her taste in media. And that she posted her ocs online for me to see and want to know more about (the ocs directly and the series they were made for). All that brought me to where I am today.
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Get Me to the Church On Time Pt. 1
Series Summary: It's Dean and Julie's wedding day. What could go wrong?
Chapter Summary: Dean is nervous and stressed about the big day. His friends and family are not helping.
Series Warnings/Explicit 18+: Some show level violence, eventual smut, fluff, smidge of angst. Chapters will have individual warnings.
Chapter Warnings: None, Dean being an anxious bean, fluff.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Julie)
Word Count: 991
A/N: Dean and Julie are back! Each part will vary between 500+ and 2000+ words. I will be releasing all the parts today, September 15th, as part of my 1K follower celebration! 😊💓
The parts will be released as follows:
Part 1 - 8:00 AM
Part 2 - 10:00 AM
Part 3 - 12:00 PM
Part 4 - 3:00 PM
Part 5 - 6:00 PM ||
*Times are all based on CST*
A/N 2: So, as I stated this mini-series is part of my 1K followers celebration. For the celebration I asked people to send in gif prompts, or requests for me to write, all of which would be posted on my birthday, which is TODAY! 🎉
I only ended up with 6 prompts/requests, so I thought I would mix the prompts in with my own ideas, and I decided to write this little mini-series as well as a (hopefully) special surprise for those who enjoyed Dean and Julie in Green is My Favorite Color.
At 7:00 PM, I will post my last fic for the celebration, the first chapter of my sequel series, I Will Find You in the Dark!
Hope you enjoy my contributions for the day! 😘😘
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"What time is it, Sammy?"
"It's one minute and thirty-six seconds from the last time you asked me."
Sam looked up from the game of chess he was playing with Benny. "We're still like twenty minutes away from even leaving for the church, Dean. Relax."
He took out Benny's bishop and then looked back at Dean, a wide, teasing smile on his face. "If she's hung in this long, Julie's not likely to drop you in the last hour."
Dean shot his little brother a look. "You don't know that for sure. Maybe today's the day she finally comes to her senses."
Sam nodded as though he was contemplating that possibility. "Well, we'll just have to wait and see, I guess."
He raised his voice as he looked around the cheap motel room they were waiting in. "Who else wants to get in on this action? Five to one odds that Julie doesn't show up today at the church! Who's betting?"
Benny reached in his pocket, and pulled out a ten. "I'll take that action." Dean scowled at him and Benny just shrugged. "Sorry, Chief, but that pretty lady is just too good for you "
Kevin and Garth stood up and put a few bucks down in favor of Dean being left at the altar.
Dean gave them all a supremely unimpressed look. "Seriously?"
Garth grinned. "Sorry, Amigo, but I've been planning on marrying Julie since we teamed up back in Apocalypse Number One. If she stands you up, maybe I've got a chance."
Everyone laughed, and Dean gave a fake chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. But you're all gonna feel like crap when she really does come to her senses and I'm left standing there like an idiot."
He turned away, to stare out the window at the empty parking lot. The group of men, (Best Man Sam, Groomsman Benny, and guests Kevin and Garth) began a loud conversation all about the horror stories they'd heard or read, where grooms got left waiting for a runaway bride.
When the teasing ended though, they came, one by one to pound him on the back, and quietly reassure him.
Benny came up first and offered him a sip from his flask, which Dean gladly accepted. "My friend, I watched that little girl fight with every breath in her body to keep you safe, to keep you alive. I watched her nearly die alongside you when you were bleeding into the ground of purgatory."
He thumped Dean's back with his big, meaty hand and smiled with a slightly wistful air. "I'm gonna be out ten bucks, I can promise you that."
Next Kevin came up and stood right in front of him. "You don't notice it because, well, because you're you, but I've seen how Julie watches you, and..."
The young prophet looked down at the floor, a hopeful smile on his face. "Well, let's just say I sure hope someone looks at me like that one day."
Garth slung an arm around Dean's shoulder as they looked out the window together. "I knew from the first minute I met her that I didn't stand a chance with Julie Taylor, in spite of my winning ways and charm. Know how I knew?"
Dean's mouth lifted at the corner. "No, how?"
"We were fighting all them demons together, trying to keep the world spinnin' while the devil tried to take hold of Sam, remember?"
"Vaguely." Dean said, voice thick with sarcasm.
"Well, the group of us, we got to talkin' about you Winchesters, and that girl lit up like a firefly every time your name came up. Course, she was sorta sad too, cause you were bein' a idiot, and wouldn't date her."
Dean scowled at him and Garth shrugged. "Annie told me. God rest her soul. My point is, she's been in love with you as long as I've known her, and I knew I never stood a chance."
He squeezed Dean's shoulders in a sideways hug and moved off.
Sam came to stand silently beside him for a while before he simply said. "Julie has been in love with you for most of her life, Dean. What are the chances she stops that today?"
Dean shrugged and crossed his arms. "Pretty unlikely." He said quietly.
Sam nodded. "Exactly." He pulled his brother into a quick, reluctant hug, pulling back to clap his big hand against the side of Dean's neck.
"You're getting married today, man. I'm so, unbelievably happy for you."
Dean ducked his head, avoiding Sam's earnest and warm expression. But he gave a shy smile and nodded. "Thanks, Sammy."
Dean's smile continued as Sam left with a final pat on his back. They were right, and he knew it, deep down.
Julie loved him more than the air in her lungs. He just never understood why, so it was easy to imagine her waking up one morning and deciding she'd been seeing things in him that weren't there.
A few minutes later Cas opened the door. "All right, everyone, the church is ready, and the bride is there and waiting, so we should go now."
The ragtag group, three hunters, a vampire, one angel and a prophet all clamored to leave at once, sounding like a stampede as they rushed forward. Dean was left alone in the room for minute as they ran out to their vehicles and he took a deep breath.
Cas stuck his head back in the door. "Dean, you have to come with us now. Julie said, and I quote, "Cas, if you don't get Dean to that church on time, I'm gonna see if I can toss an angel into Hell."
He frowned. "Of course, I assume she was speaking metaphorically, since it would be physically impossible for her to lift me up and throw me anywhere. Especially not hell, since she doesn't actually know how-"
"Okay, Cas!" Dean interrupted, grinning. "I'm coming."
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WIP Wednesday Weekend
i got tagged (ish? i'm counting it :P) by @shares-a-vest in this, and a) i forever wanna share what i'm writing, i genuinely LOVE these tag games and b) maybe the yay squishy feelings from people interacting w my post will unfuck my writers block, so IM DOIN IT YAAA
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My WIPS:
On The Mundane (Sarge Series)
LET'S DO THE TIME LOOP AGAIN
Broken Crown
The Will Camping Fic (Sarge Series)
The "what if Eddie was only on the periphery of S4?"
Snippet:
so this one was actually supposed to be for a birthday... in may... but the writers block did the writers block thing, and also chronic illness and other life stuff, blah blah blah. anyway, Deanna, look away. Anyhow so this is from the "On The Mundane" fic, which is really just a collection of mundane lil one shots from my Sarge Series :) Y'know, the kind of thing that isn't gon be big enough to be a fic fic, but lil minor updates on their lives. Here ya go:
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“Hey, I heard a loud noise. You okay in here, dude?” He said.
“Just peachy!” Said Robin, trying not to voice the irritation she felt.
“Is Steve okay?”
Robin froze.
“I heard the window, man, you know you guys don’t have to hide from me, right? I’m cool.” Argyle frowned. “You don’t think I’m like, a prude or anything, right? I’m not gonna tell anybody’s mom.”
“Uh. No. There’s just nobody here, just me and the open window, because it’s cold, I mean hot, my room was just stuffy, so I wanted the window open to make it colder. That’s all.”
“But I heard the fire escape?”
“Neighbour has a fat cat.”
“We’re not allowed to have pets.”
“We’re also not allowed to smoke weed.”
Argyle shrugged, turning back around. “Show me the fat cat next time, I wanna pet it.”
“I’ll try. It’s shy.”
He closed the door closed behind him.
Robin rolled to her side and peered underneath the bed, meeting Vickie’s sparkling eyes and shining smile.
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Ta-daaaaaaaa okay this was fun, I tag @dreamwatch (thank u for tagging me last time), @eddiequinns, and @atmilliways :D and also anyone else who wants to do it, i genuinely love love love these things.
#fanfic#stranger things#rovickie#stranger things vickie#stranger things fanfiction#amboolents originals#robin and argyle are roommates in my sarge series if yall are confused btw lol#Amboolents Fic
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Aww, thanks mate <3 I'm gonna count 'written' as 'finished' or we'd be here all day hemming and hawing about which ones are my favourite. <3 This narrows it down to 5 of 65 instead of 102, which... i think you'll understand why I needed to do that. Pls. Sanity. I need that. That's something I need to keep having. (Also, no repeat ships/fandoms, just to let my other works shine. Teen wolf has a major bias otherwise, with 40 of my fics being for that show)
In no particular order;
For When The Sunset Turns To Gold - Chronicles of Narnia (Movies), Gen. Minor crossovers with Torchwood and Harry Potter, but mostly negligible. More about the Pevensies post-film lives (because they DO NOT DIE, BOOKS, THANKS) than anything else.
To note, I am incredibly proud of this fic! I love the feeling it's got. I was very emotional when I wrote it because I'd just watched Prince Caspian and got reminded of the very sticky ends each of these people meet and i was like NOPE OKAY and wrote this to make myself feel better. I'm pretty sure I cried when I was writing it. Actually, I'm tearing up rn. Onto the next one very quickly-
Keeping This. - Teen Wolf, Stiles/Theo, post-series AU. Soulmate AU, too.
Started in my Journey Across the Dimensions fic/let collection, finished here. This one was interesting because of how long it got, lol, for a one-shot. I ended up using it for my Steoday fic, and I'm still really happy with it. I just think this is some solid character work, and some extra-solid character dynamics work. I'm not so good with the building up romance thing, and I think this is one of the times where I did an actually good job with it, instead of just an ok one. Trying to get more comfortable establishing relationships than having them already established, since that's what I prefer to read anyway esp for non-canon fare. Anyway, I'm pleased with this one. As an AU i think it works, and i think it works more for being pretty canon-compliant. It's simple and it's easy and it's actually quite soft, which is rare for me. Especially when it comes to these two fellas. Stiles and Theo as written by me are... rarely soft. So this is a nice reprieve. Especially since I think I did a good job keeping them accurate despite the sweetness. I'm also pretty sure I managed to keep the tense consistent! But don't quote me on that. Same for all of these, actually. (Working on it, working on it...)
A Muggle Cliché (thank you for making me write this, lol) - Harry Potter, Ron/Harry, coffee shop/squib!harry/no voldemort AU! (Also background Dumbledore time travelled AU, but shhhh not important nobody ic knows that. The fic is fluffy and happy and great and the shadowy background history of the AU is not even remotely addressed.) I am halfway through writing a technical-sequel to this fic that's Cho/Ginny, stay tuned! (I know it's taking forever and the request came in before Easter, but to the person who sent in the prompt, I promise i'm literally like, halfway there. Should be done by the end of summer, at max.)
Obviously you know this one, since you made me write it, lol. Thank you for the prompt, again! I think this is my strongest ronarry excluding your other prompt, but I mean, like, non-canon ronarry is hard for me because i'm super attached to their canon selves, so this was a work in characterisation where I could see how an AU like this would change them without them being totally different people who we don't care about because it's like, in name only shit (which I'm never fond of, as a rule). So, yeah! This is one of the most saccharine things I've written. Good lord. Did pay you back for that, though.... sorry.
Somebody to Someone. - Slaughterhouse Rulez, Don/Willoughby, post-movie AU. Thank the entire Slaughterhouse Rulez discord for this one lol like a few years back. Man, how time flies... I was 17 when the film came out.... i'm 21.... gosh... anyway fluffy Christmastime goodness.
Yeah, I mean, I said it there. fluffy christmastime goodness. Don't blame that part on me, though, I had a lot of help writing this one. I'm proud of the parts I wrote and I'm super grateful for the help from the discord, you guys are great! So I guess this is my first fic that's a collaboration (that's actually a fic - we won't talk about the other one...) so, uh, yeah! Awesome! Collabs are fun. Working with other people on a fic can be a great experience. And I'm very happy with the outcome! Slaughterhouse Rulez is one of my favourite movies. If you take anything from me, it's that you should watch it and also join the discord server. It's a fandom of like 15 people. We need mooooorrrrreeeeeeeeeee-
In Another Universe (Maybe We Were Happy.) - Assassin's Creed, Desmond/Clay, 5 aus in which they (eventually, at least) get together romantically, and one in which they don't. Obviously varies wildly between angst and not angst, as is my M.O. To note I am working on that other AC fic (the soulmate au one) but it's taking forever bc i need to replay ac3. Dumb dumb moment here. Literally forgot the plot *facepalm.* Anway, somehow hoping these 44k words are enough to tide over the literal years people have been waiting for me to finish that other fic... ack.
This one is super nostalgic which is weird since it's not even that old, but I'm really fond of it. One of my first long-fics that i actually finished, which is also cool. Each chapter is it's own AU, so really I'm not sure if this is a fic per se or more a fic anthology, but either way, I'd never done the 5 + 1 format before and I thought it'd be cool. It was a good way for me to work through my characterisation of these guys, who I'd not written before, and my thoughts on the AC universe, which I'd also not written before. I think it's some solid writing and it's got one of my best AUs and romances, in chapter 2, with the coffee shop assassins AU where the Templars are Starbucks. Yeah, I know, I think something about coffee must trigger my romantic sensibilities which are usually stuck somewhere else in hibernation. Or fear. Or something. I'm bad at romance, anyway. The last chapter is some good Angst and I think some of my best angst, so there's that. It's a mite bit confusing if you don't know AC, though, but then that's the case for most fanfics of media. (I've read fanfics of media I've never consumed, though, that made perfect sense to me, so...) Anyway. Uh, yeah. Love this one. Very fond of it. Love my boys <3 Claysmond probably in the top ten for my otps. May even be top five, depending on the day. (Today? Yes.) Desmond and Clay are definitely in my top ten characters, anyway. I could not tell you where they sit, though.
Cheating to add Ginny Weasley, Veteran of War, Time Traveller, Defeater of Dark Lords, and Dark, but Good., which is a series and not a fic, and I don't think the components work as well on their lonesome. Technically hinny but for the first two fics he's dead. (actually, he's still dead in the last fic, it's just that ginny is as well. Not a spoiler.) Basically, well, read the series title: she time travels, she kills voldy, she's a bit fucked up and she's done some fucked up shit but she's still Ginny Weasley, and she's a good person at heart. Anyway, love these fics. Might've cried a little when writing. Might not. Can't prove shit you weren't there! (I did. I definitely did.) Anyway. Mostly Gen with Minor/Background Relationships. Contains Fantastic Beasts canon up to the second movie and kinda including, but veers very AU, and written before the third (which I wouldn't have acknowledged anyway, since i'm not planning on ever viewing it with mine eyes). Uh, yeah. (Premise of this fic series could actually lead to other fics/aus stemming from it..... given how Ginny gets back in the past in the first place. Sooooo that's fun!)
Thanks again!
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I'm gonna be taking a break for a lil bit and the queue is full up so I'll have posts coming out
There is a Missing Case today so look out for that!!
The next update to my work on Ao3 will be tomorrow and I'm working on other fics that are prooobably going to end up as oneshots
let me know if you want to be added to tag lists or anything while I am away, I don't mind searching through my notes or askbox for requests!
Under the cut is all about my said "other fics"
Have a lovely day everyone!!
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So I've got these currently and actively in the works:
Serial Killer John, lowkey obsessed right now because I'm getting to play into that calm demeanor in the face of danger
John has a nightmare about the fall and goes to sherlock's room to make sure he's still there but Sherlock wakes up and fluffy emotions ensue
Five times Mycroft helped Shelrock and One time Sherlock took care of Mycroft
Crack fic about the Holmes boys and their extended family
Mycroft is a badass government agent who assassinates people, especially the ones who mess with his family
Deaf Sherlock getting cochlear implants and having a field day with all the noises, and how he takes hearing breaks, John is also a really good boyfriend in this one
Crack fic about Sherlock being a vitamin deficient bitch and whining about it
an old flame friend calls up Sherlock from France (his name is Basil *nudge nudge wink wink* if you know you know) about a series of murders that have been terrorising his neighborhood and Sherlock brings John and the gang to investigate
Mycroft gets shot and Sherlock freaks out
Aftermath of a boys night out and a tequila-fueled punch to the nose from Sherlock to an ex of his
John and Sherlock are dating and they're having the best time fucking with the Yarders because they're too clueless to realise
John is openly flirting with Sherlock after they have a few too many glasses of wine at Angelos and Sherlock is oblivious until John says "You're not very good at this, fliriting with you for the past decade has been a nightmare. So just come here and kiss me you sod."
Ink!lock fic where Sherlock is the tattoo artist and John is a top-class surgeon (cardiothoracic to be precise) looking to get a coverup. He slowly figures out that Sherlock is working with NSY and they end up dating and doing cases together and Gladstone is also in this one
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Ah, there’s a lot of interesting ones. I guess I’ll split it into 5 per ask? 1, 2, 3, 12, 14 please
-🖤
1. favorite fic you wrote this year
okay this is a really hard one since everything i’ve written on this blog is from this year.. but devil that i know is my baby and although it’s my least popular series it’s what started my blog so it’s always gonna be my favorite and i absolutely adore writing it
as for favorite one shot.. helping hands— the feedback i got from it as well, i was over the moon because i don’t think i’d received such nice comments before and i loved writing it, i loved their relationship as well
2. least favorite fic you wrote this year
because i love you— and i plan to rewrite it when i have time because i really don’t like it but i needed the idea out of my head
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
this one was really hard :’) it was between the final scenes of ‘to build a home’ and this paragraph, but this paragraph feels like the best way to describe jungkook’s character so this might just take the top spot, i also just loves this whole ‘scene’ as well if you could even call it that
— If Jeon Jungkook was a colour, he would be grey. Muted, his character unimposing until you peel back the layers upon layers that he shields his being with only to find black. Onyx. A dark plain that can only be described as Jeon Jungkook, the ghost of a hand pulling you into his warm embrace until you settle down and thin sticky vines trap you beside him with no escape, remaining by his side for the rest of his eternal life.
12. favorite character to write about this year
i loved all of them :( if i had to really pick all the ‘to build a home’ characters, they were all so precious. jimin was fun to write, especially when he was first introduced
(my love will always be DTIK jungkook, and someone commented on ao3 how he was their least favorite character and i just :’) because yeah he’s a morally grey piece of shit but come on— i love writing him)
14. a fic you didn’t expect to write
omg confession time, “open” and henceforth literally every other request i’ve done up until now
i can finally get this off my chest, literally “open” was a joke, that bully ask was a haha funny joke between me and my bestie. she sent that ask in and i was like lmao what if i actually wrote it? and then we could giggle about our little inside joke a little more but then people loved it? like i woke up the morning after posting it and i was so scared because why were people actually liking it. and then others started sending in requests and then i think it was our little secret that came out next? and that did better than “open”, like to this day months later i get multiple people liking it a day and it always baffles me because girl what the hell, and i think it’s all just escalated from there so uhh yeah— secrets out, it was all meant to be a joke
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I got tagged by @welightthefire (thank you for the tag!!)
1. How do you feel 2022 has gone in terms of writing?
Well, considering I started writing for this fandom back in February and managed to fill up my master list (as well as write two series holy cow!) I'd say it was a rather productive year!
2. What pieces are you proudest of this year? It can be a shot/blurb/headcannon, a whole series or even a specific chapter.
Too Pretty For War is the first one that comes to mind, however I am also immensely proud of Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines as well as Everything Leaves You Hungry
3. Is there anything you posted that you wish had reached more people? (No such thing as a flop here!) Shout it out, it might catch a new pair of eyes!
Truthfully, all of my fics for Daniel.
4. Can you give us a hint of anything coming before the end of the year? Maybe even a little taster?
Too Pretty For War Chapter 9 teaser incoming!
Two months. Two months it took for Athens to get a new king. It was through no fault of the kingdom’s that such a gap in leadership occurred, rather due to the fact that Princess Y/N requested that they wait until her family could make the trip from Sparta. It was not as if the kingdom was left ungoverned, Sam was just running the kingdom without the official title.
However, that was set to change today. On the most blasted hot day of the entire summer. It was sweltering, sweat dripping off one’s skin from the moment the sun rose. There was no reprieve. Even basking in the shade was nothing more than a slight improvement. Samuel and his wife were forced to stand in the stifling heat for the entirety of the day. Once the ceremony was over and Samuel was officially king, the first thing he would do would be to demolish the long ceremony.
5. Are you setting any writing goals for next year, or just going with the flow? If you are, what are they?
I'm just gonna go with the flow like I always do <3
6. Do you have any one shots or finished pieces you're tempted to expand on or revisit next year?
Well... I did leave the ELYH saga on a cliffhanger.... and it has been calling my name as of late.... but who knows. And I still have that bonus chapter for Too Pretty For War that I promised!
7. Is there anything new you're tempted to try out? A new style/trope/AU/another person in the fandom?
I do have an old Grease AU that I started for a different fandom and I have been thinking about revisiting it. I'm fairly certain someone else in the fandom has written a Grease fic and I'd have to ask them if they'd feel comfortable with me also posting one before I'd even think about posting mine. Oh! I also have an Indiana Jones AU I've been chipping away at for months (and another AU that I'm going to keep a secret until I've written enough to post a teaser).
8. Now to hype some other writers! What's a piece you read back in the first half of the year that you can shout out?
Westerberg: A Cautionary Tale by @t00turnttrauma Girl I still couldn't believe what you did to Sam in the 4th chapter I was shook as hell. I remember texting one of my friends being like "ain't no way she's actually gonna do it" and then you DID
9. And how about something you've read more recently?
Well, the stuff I have enjoyed the most is actually unreleased fics from @t00turnttrauma and @ofthecaravel of which I am not at liberty to disclose, but just know they're so amazing and awesome and I cannot wait until their stuff is released so I can gush about it freely. (Kim I am begging so nice on my hands and knees to take another crack at the Coven one please please please - but don't feel pressured)
10. A fun one to finish...If you could insert yourself into any fic in the fandom, which would it be and what do you think would happen?
I'd have to go with Sinister by @godlygreta because I love angst that much apparently. Also the whole vibe of that fic is so immaculate and I think about this fic all the time. (If I were to go with one of my own fics I'd pick Too Pretty For War I just wanna see Sam in a toga everyday)
Tagging @t00turnttrauma :)
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I have a few followers now... really not any big number, but I wanted to say HI, AND I APPRECIATE YOU DEARLY! It's fun to see there are some folks truly interested.
That said, I wanted to let you know:
The Brooklyn Boys are all that I've been posting so far, so I'm assuming that's why y'all are here, and the rest of that series is coming fairly soon - probably by the end of the month - BUT
I WILL BE POSTING SOMETHING NEW AND WITH A VERY DIFFERENT TONE maybe tomorrow or the next day - it's a Winter Soldier x reader, and I wouldn't say it's dark, but maybe...morally grey Winter Soldier... and it's got some smut. But the idea for it popped into my head last March, it was about half-written, then it went to the back burner for the Brooklyn Boys and a few other fics, but this week it's really consumed my brain again. It's been kinda fun, so I hope some of you like it - I know it definitely won't be for everyone.
My ask box is open, and I'm totally down for having some fun with asks if anyone happened to want to throw some in the box. Anonymous is fine. No haterade and I'm gonna say no straight up requests because I can't promise I'll get to them, but if you want to know head canons or have Steve or Bucky plot bunnies you want to throw out into the wild or are interested in some imagines, etc, want to dump gifs or photos my way, LET THE GAMES AND THE FUN BEGIN!
I've got about 7 stories I'm hacking away at - Brooklyn Boys, the morally grey Winter Soldier smut one-shot I just mentioned, a mafia!Steve one-shot, a cabin in the woods encounter for Bucky right after CA:WS, a mafia!bucky series, a Steve doesn't leave at the end of Endgame story/series of one-shots, and a post-FATWS that I'm wanting to keep mostly MCU compliant series but I'm debating whether or not to wait until Wakanda Forever is released because there were some elements/interactions I wanted to incorporate into my narrative for Wakanda and the Wakandans that I'm POSITIVE I won't be able to work into what the new movie brings... (but maybe I can get enough of it done that I could post before the movie comes out...)
I think that's it for this Sunday night.
I'm seriously pumped to have you, my dear followers, around to actually have some fun around here. I'm writing for me, but other people jumping onto this train obviously makes it more exciting, so... here we go!
Thank you to everyone who has reblogged and left any comments so far! Each time I see those notifications I literally
so just HI. LET'S DO THIS, FRIENDS!
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can i request a fluffy hunter x gender neutral reader where he goes to them for comfort and sort of just shows up at their house unannounced bc he needs a hug ☺️🫶
Thank you sm for the request! I literally loved this so much! So here you go!!! 💗💗💗💗
You came home frustrated, you’d gotten a bad grade on a test and things just weren’t going your way. Hunter wasn’t really paying any attention to you because he was caught up with battle of the bands. When you would come over it would just be him working on guitar riffs from Machinery of Torment or listening to him and Kevin practice.
You were glad that you didn’t have any classes after sixth hour. So without any notice to anyone you just left school.
You sat down on your couch and grabbed the TV remote, turning the TV on. Your phone started to vibrate inconsistently. You sighed and pulled out your phone seeing a series of texts from Hunter.
Hunter<3:
Can we meet in the library during my eighth hour commons?
Hunter<3:
Do you wanna go get coffee tonight?
Hunter<3:
Did I do something wrong?
You:
Sorry I went home after my painting class. I was frustrated.
Hunter<3:
Oh, I think me and Kevin are gonna chill tonight but you’re more than welcome to come over any time. Love you!
You:
Love you too.
You set your phone down and turned on something random you’d seen a hundred times before. You laid down on the couch and scrolled through instagram. Mindlessly liking posts you smiled as you saw some tour announcements for some bands you and Hunter both liked. You screen shotted them to show Hunter later and to talk to your parents about it.
You switched over to tik tok. What better way to pass time than to scroll on tik tok. The TV becoming background noise at this point.
You jumped slightly as there was knocks on your door and repeated ringing of the doorbell. You looked at the time in the corner of your phone and seen over a half an hour had passed.
“Who the fuck is here?” You wondered out loud. School wasn’t out yet and you’d be damned if Hunter skipped class. You opened the door and it was none other than your dark, long haired boyfriend.
Except something was different, Hunter's eyes were bloodshot red, he repeatedly was sniffling, and his hair was uneven and looked like a botched haircut on one side.
The rain ran down his body soaking him, “Hunter…hun what happened?” You pulled him into your house.
“Tell me what happened love?” You sat him down next to you on the couch. You turned off the TV and held both of his hands giving him your full attention.
“Skip Hoffman happened,” Hunter sniffled again. He let out another sobbed and you wrapped your arms around him tight. You felt like you were holding him together, his arms were bare and felt cold from the rainy day.
“That fucking pig,” you scoffed from where you were pulled into him, “I’m gonna kill him actually!”
“He got suspended, two weeks. But they’re totally gonna ass rape me when they get back for getting them suspended.” Hunter sighed, choking on sobs and sniffles.
“Well it’s not your fault he got what he deserved,” You sighed and pulled out of the hug. You gently wiped your thumbs under his eyes, wiping his tears away. You grabbed the kleenex box off of the end table and put it in his hands.
“I’m gonna go get you some water and what do you wanna do about your hair?”
“Can you cut it?” Hunter sighed, pulling out a tissue from the box.
“Okay, I’ll do it just tell me what you want honey bee,” You nodded and walked into your kitchen filling a cup with cold water. You brought it back to him and handed him the cup. He took a few drinks and set it on the coffee table. “Can you shave this side of my head?” Hunter ran his hands through his hair.
“Yeah, yeah totally like Dave Navarro's one haircut?” You asked him and ran your hand through his hair.
“Yeah,” Hunter giggled and looked down with a small smile spreading onto his face.
“Okay come on up to my bathroom and I’ll do your hair,” You smiled taking his hand and leading him up the stairs to your bathroom.
You knew what you were doing; you'd always had an interest in cutting hair. So Hunter usually trusted you to cut his hair.
“Okay sit,” You pointed to the edge of the bathtub. You smiled and gently tugged his shirt off.
“Oh thank you,” Hunter smiled and looked up at you as you got out your clippers.
You chuckled and draped a towel around his shoulders and kissed his forehead.
You turned on the clippers and you saw Hunter cringe a little but you began shaving off the uneven cut black hair.
Hunter watched as you concentrated on doing his hair. The way that you gently bit on your lip and narrowed your eyes a bit.
“What?” You giggled realizing he was staring at you.
“It’s cute when you’re concentrating.” Hunter had a proud smirk on his face. You finished his hair and blew dry the extra hair off of him.
“Okay take a look hun,” you took the towel off of him and shook it off in the bathtub.
“Love, this looks amazing!” Hunter ran his hand over it then pushed his hair back a bit.
“You look totally badass,” You hugged him again leaning against his bare chest.
“Thank you, thank you for everything love. I’m really sorry that I’ve been really distracted with the battle of the bands. I'm going to try and do better.” Hunter rested his chin on the top of your head and squeezed you tighter in a hug.
“That means a lot to me,” You leaned into him, “But I also want to see you do amazing and kick everyone's asses.” You giggled.
“And we’re totally going to.” Hunter pressed a kiss to the top of your head and let the hug continue.
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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)
In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)
Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 I’ll be working on requests after this.
Also, no beta we die like Lilith.
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Lucifer
➼ Never sleeps, e v e r
➼ His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep
➼Took a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this
➼ His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once
➼ You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep
➼ You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadn’t slept the night before due to his workload
➼ Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that
➼ You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation
➼ You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept
➼ He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldn’t turn around
➼ Smart bastard
➼ If you complain about it he’ll laugh at you
➼ Hey, at least you get cuddles
➼ Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, it’s adorable
➼ No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping
➼ He’s a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours
➼ He thanks you
➼ He’s well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day
➼ His brothers obviously take advantage of that
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Mammon
➼ Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)
➼ However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldn’t say no
➼ Well, he’d say no, but then say yes immediately after
➼ “Whaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?”
➼ Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual
➼ “Fine, I’ll go nap with him, then.”
➼ “Oi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!”
➼ Tsundere baby
➼ Obviously, you tease him about it
➼ “Jealous, huh? I thought that was Levi’s thing.”
“Shut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?”
“I said nap, not cuddle.”
➼ Cue the pout
➼ The definition of the 🥺 face
➼ Please love this child
➼ “I’m kidding, of course we’re gonna cuddle.”
➼ Usually a little spoon
➼ Unless he’s in a jealous mood
➼ If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.
➼ More teasing, obviously
➼ If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar
➼ Poor baby wants love
➼ New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby
➼ I shot of water, I know you’re dehydrated
➼ Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles
➼ Either you’re holding him to you or he’s holding you to him
➼ f o r e h e a d k i s s e s
➼ Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Leviathan
➼ “Levi, did you sleep at all last night?”
➼ Obviously not
➼ He was up all night binge watching the latest season of “The Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girl”’s spin-off series
➼ Why would you even ask?
➼ “Levi, did you stay up all night?”
➼ He looked away, a little embarrassed. “Uh, yeah.”
➼ “Levi, honey. You need to sleep. It’s not good for your health to be staying up so late.”
➼ Leviathan.exe has stopped working
➼ You’re worrying about him?????
➼ And you’re calling him honey?????
➼ Are you trying to kill him?????
➼ “You must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?”
“Oh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.”
“Alright. We should go to my room, since there’s more room on my bed than in your tub.”
➼ Wait you meant a nap together????
➼ You’re really trying to kill him.
➼ Usually, he’d make fun of you and call you a normie.
➼ But he was currently too busy dying.
➼ If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then you’d know this shy boi is a little spoon.
➼ Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldn’t.
➼ He’s blushing like crazy the whole time.
➼ “Levi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.”
“No!”
➼ He does sleep eventually.
➼ Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.
➼ Wholesome af
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Satan
➼ As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesn’t normally take naps.
➼ However, if you ask him to, he’ll agree.
➼ If it makes you happy he’ll do it <3
➼ He’s not really touchy-feely and won’t initiate any cuddling.
➼ Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.
➼ Nah bro, you just want cuddles.
➼ While he won’t initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, he’ll give them to you.
➼ Big spoon
➼ If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but he’ll be flustered af.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Asmodeus
➼ “Asmo, wanna sleep together?”
➼ Could you have made a poorer word choice?
➼ No, you could not.
➼ This boy literally made the lenny face.
➼ “Asmo, I meant a nap.”
“Well, I suppose that’ll satisfy me for now.”
➼ You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.
“Hey! Don’t mess up my hair!”
➼ You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.
➼ It’s a process.
➼ Cuddle’s tf out of you.
➼ He’ll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesn’t matter to him, so you can decide.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Beelzebub
➼ Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.
➼ Pre-nap snack first, though.
➼ Then he’s ready.
➼ Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether he’s a big spoon or little spoon.
➼ If you’re happy, he’s happy <3
➼ You kiss his face a lot.
➼ He thinks you’re the cutest little human ever when you do that.
➼ I’d say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?
➼ Not counting the custard incident
➼ He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.
➼ He definitely snores.
➼ It takes some getting used to, but you’re not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.
➼ It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.
➼ Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.
➼ Overall just really soft.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Belphegor
➼ You don’t even need to ask. He’s the king of naps.
➼ Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.
➼ You’re not sure if it’s because he’s sleep or if it’s because he has some sort of sleep-power.
➼ Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.
➼ Do I even have to say it?
➼ S m a l l s p o o n
➼ The smallest spoon.
➼ As the youngest, he’s the most spoiled, so he’s really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever you’re doing at any given time to nap with him.
➼ I mean, you’d probably do it even if he didn’t expect you to.
➼ He does this adorable thing when he’s sleepy and he sees you nearby where he’ll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say “Sleep, please.”
➼ You will stop whatever you’re doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.
➼ Not an exaggeration. It’s happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.
➼ It was obviously intentional
➼ But how can you say no to his cute face?
➼ He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own
➼ Softest boi
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Simeon
➼ While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pure™
➼ Anything you want, you’ll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?
➼ He can’t.
➼ You want naps? You get naps.
➼ You want cuddles? You get cuddles.
➼ You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.
➼ Hotel? Trivago.
➼ But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.
➼ Especially forehead kisses.
➼ Big spoon. He likes to hold you.
➼ Sweet boy loves you so much 🥺
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Luke (Platonically)
➼ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.
➼ You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man can’t figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.
➼ Not that any of you mind, of course.
➼ Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)
➼ Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.
➼ Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.
➼ Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.
➼ Solomon obviously made fun of him.
➼ “Looks like it’s naptime for the little chihuahua.”
“Don’t tease him!” You say, defending Luke.
➼ At some point, Luke shifts so that he’s leaning against you in his sleep.
➼ You coo at how cute the ‘lil cherub looks.
➼ Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.
➼ You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).
➼ Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.
➼ HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER
➼ You assumed Simeon didn’t want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too
➼ Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Solomon
➼ Purgatory Hall sleepover!
➼ Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if he’d be alright with you two sleeping together.
➼ Not a good idea.
➼ You’re both settled in his bed and you’re about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.
➼ You s h r e i k
➼ “Solomon!”
➼ “Keep your voice down, dear. You wouldn’t want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?”
➼ The s m a c c you gave him though-
➼ “Can I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?”
“You know you love me.” He grinned.
“Well, duh. But I also love sleep.”
➼ He does let you sleep after that.
➼ You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.
➼ You’re so p r e c i o u s.
➼ He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.
➼ He’s a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Diavolo
➼ It wasn’t intentional for you to fall asleep, really.
➼ You’d had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.
➼ It wasn’t like what he was saying was boring.
➼ No, it’s just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.
➼ It didn’t help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.
➼ You couldn’t help yourself. You dozed off.
➼ Diavolo continued talking, and probably would’ve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadn’t cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.
➼ If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.
➼ But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.
➼ “It seems they’ve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.” Said Barbatos.
“Of course. I wouldn’t dream of disturbing them.” Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didn’t move and break it in your sleep.
➼ Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.
➼ Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.
➼ He didn’t say anything, though.
➼ Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.
➼ After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.
➼ He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.
➼ He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Barbatos
➼ Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)
➼ You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.
➼ It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.
➼ At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.
➼ You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.
➼ It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.
➼ Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.
➼ You made your way to Barbatos’ room and knocked softly.
➼ Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.
➼ You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didn’t seem to faze him.
➼ “Hello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?”
➼ Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.
➼ “Sorry, it’s nothing. I apologize for bothering you. I’ll leave.” You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“You never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?” He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.
“Yes. I would like that.”
“Is something bothering you?”
You blushed. “I had a nightmare. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. I know, it’s silly.”
“Of course it isn’t.”
“Can I... Can I stay here with you tonight?”
“If it would make you feel better, you may.”
➼ Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.
➼ “Goodnight, my dear.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
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Winter In The Shade XXXI
Part XXXI
Sirius Black x Female Ravenclaw Reader
W.C. : 8090
Requested by @milkiane : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?
Warnings: Eating and mentions of food, cursing, blood status themes, mild violence, torture through a potion, pain, descriptions of wounds and blood, angst. A flicker of fluff.
A/N: We're almost there! The part before the final part and this series oficially ends. I'm gonna be honest, I am in denial and haven't written the official ending or the two alternative endings. So It might not end this Wednesday but next Sunday (February 6th). Just be ready.
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“I see we’re all here again.” Mia noticed, entering the kitchen with her ever big smile, her hands full with a basket filled with all types of tools and flowers, her hands still gloved and sprinkling dirt wherever she walked. It wasn’t everyday that you got to see Euphemia Potter in such a casual state. “Two sons, two best friends, check. I saw you all last night before I went to bed.” she counted, dropping the basket with a thud in one small wooden table on the far end of the kitchen, “Lily and Y/N, my sweet girls. How are you?” she asked, clasping her hands in front of her as you both smiled back. But then her head turned to your side, her head tilting with kindness “I don’t believe I know you, dear.” she said, genuine concern in her voice.
You were about to speak up, your body leaning forward with anticipation when James' voice stopped you, making you turn to him. “That’s Sirius’ brother, mum.” he said simply, no further explanation needed. “He and Y/N visited yesterday, you didn’t catch them but dad took them back to Y/N’s.”
Her smile faltered for a second, her mouth open slightly as her wide eyes turned to Regulus, not once hiding her shock. “He did mention it.” she whispered, a soft smile coming back to her “This is him?” she asked again, turning to Sirius for confirmation. At his subtle nod, a breathy laugh left her lips, going around the counter to the stool where he sat. Regulus watched her carefully, weary of her movements as he did not know what to expect. Her eyes roamed his face like it was a painting, a beautiful painting that still smelled of fresh paint and that she was the first expector of, one that brought emotions that hid in the depths of her eyes. “Regulus.” she whispered, her knuckles brushing along his cheekbone as she leaned in, stiffening his body in a warm embrace, “Sweet boy.” she muttered, only him being able to listen.
When she pulled from him, a soft sniff could be heard from her. “About time I got to meet this charming boy.” she said, turning to the group of people currently watching her, soft smiles and weird out looks meeting her. She waved her hand too fast, shaking her head as she made a funny look, “Don’t let me interrupt you, I’m sure you’re all here for a reason.” she said, taking her basket and walking to the room at the end of the kitchen. However she stopped before she was out of ear shot, turning her head “Whatever you do, be safe about it. No more Quidditch, especially you, Y/N.”
You chuckled softly, shrinking in your spot. “Sure thing, Mia.” you said.
As soon as the door closed Regulus turned his head slowly to you, raised eyebrows and a questioning look in his face, “You played Quidditch?” he asked.
You smiled tightly, “Not really.”
“Is the night you kidnapped her, you idiot. We had to make up an excuse.” Sirius said flatly, his arm finding its way around your shoulder as you snuggled into it, looking up to see his face softening.
“She did play Quidditch before that,” James commented, wiggling his eyebrows in your direction “She’s no good.”
“Were you any good when you first started flying a broom, Potter?” you asked with the raise of one eyebrow.
He blew air out his mouth, a smirk on his lips as he winked in your direction “The best, it’s called talent.” he said.
You couldn’t help your smile, shaking your head “Show off.” you muttered, Lily agreeing with a smile and the roll of her eyes. But Sirius had fallen silent, your hand going to hold his hand hanging on your shoulder, shaking the glare of his face with the squeeze of his hand. You followed the direction of his eyes, leading you to Regulus at your opposite side. “Stop.” you whispered, turning back to him.
Sirius shook his head, “He’s staring at Lily flower.” he said, pointing with his chin to the redhead who had turned to Remus and Peter. “I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like anything that involves Regulus.” you established for him, turning to your side as you nudge Regulus with your elbow, “Stop staring.” you whispered, cocking your head towards your back to where Lily was.
He looked at them for one second, before blinking away and turning his head to you, his movements too precise, too calculated. His chest raised with a big breath, “What exactly are we waiting for?” he asked.
You laughed softly, seeing as James walked out of the same room Mia had walked in with three boxes in each arm. You looked at him, Regulus turning as your eyes focused over his shoulder, “Breakfast.” you said, standing to help James, taking some of the boxes from him.
“We should be gone.” he argued, taking one of the boxes from you and slapping it in Sirius’ chest while taking the other one from your hand. He stared at it, reading the label, “No one should have these many cereal options.” he said, placing it on the counter.
“Dad loves them,” James said as Remus got the bowls from the tall shelf he couldn’t reach, “Loves going to the stores Muggles go to do their shopping.”
“Grocery stores.” Lily said, turning to Regulus “Besides, you can’t go look for the locket on an empty stomach.”
He narrowed his eyes, “I’ve had coffee.” he said matter-of-factly, making you snort as you placed a bowl in front of him.
Lily smiled too, the action reaching her eyes as she poured cereal in her bowl, raising her green eyes to look at him, “That is not even the start of a breakfast, Regulus.” she chuckled, passing the cereal to Peter who was making grabby hands at her.
Regulus tilted his head, an amused look on his eyes as he blinked rapidly in her direction.
“What are you doing?” Sirius asked, gathering the attention of everyone around the counter where you had settled, glancing between him and his questioning look at Regulus.
You took the box in Regulus’ hands, giving it to James who had a waiting hand stretched in your direction. “Leave him alone, Sirius.” you said, turning to face a confused and empty handed Regulus “That one has cinnamon, you don’t like it.”
He hummed, looking up from his hands “Do you have any idea what I have achieved with just a cup of coffee, Evans?” Regulus asked, taking your bowl from you.
Lily turned to him surprised, spoon in her mouth. “Great things I’m sure,” she said after, “But I’m sure you were at Hogwarts then, which meant less worries, less responsibilities and more hours of sleep. When was the last time you got any of those?”
You smiled smugly, eating from Sirius’ bowl as you got too lazy to get another one yourself.
Regulus stared again, his clean spoon pointed at Lily “Touché.” he whispered, getting the first spoon out of his cereal.
*******
“Stop drinking coffee.” James said as he entered the kitchen again, taking the cup from the counter, “You’ll be a shaking mess if you keep it up.”
Regulus only stared up for a brief second, slamming his hand on the counter to hold the piece of parchment the cup helped hold straight. “I’m already one.” he muttered, continuing with his writing.
The sound captured James’ attention, making him walk to the side as he tried to get a look on what he was doing. “What are you writing? Is it a note?” he asked, moving his head in time to Regulus’ hand that tried to cover his handwriting.
Regulus turned sharply to him, holding his gaze. “Would you stop?” he asked, getting a chuckle from James at his frustrated look. “What’s so funny?” he asked, folding the note and placing it inside his replica of the locket.
James just watched him, “You make funny faces when you’re annoyed.” he commented, trying his best to put on a serious face and then his best impressions of Regulus.
“You’ve always had a talent for being annoying.” Regulus murmured, crossing his arms over his chest.
The sound of his chuckle echoed in the room, eyes lowered “You think?” James asked, looking up at him, “I think of it as charming. No, wait, you’re the charming one. I am adorable.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, “You’re the only one who’s ever called me that.” he said flatly, “The world seems to strongly disagree.”
James nodded slowly, arms resting on the counter “One day they’ll see.”
“Like you did?” Regulus asked, lifting his chin up slightly. “Like Y/N did?”
James limited to shrug, “Maybe all it takes is trying to defeat one evil wizard.” he offered, drumming his fingers against the cold counter. “Can I ask you something?”
Regulus thought about it, blinking slowly as he lowered his eyes “I’m the one sitting in your kitchen, I suppose you can.”
Shifting his weight, James got more comfortable, pressing his lips together before he looked down “What were you apologising for? Yesterday when you came here.”
A silence fell over both of them, Regulus biting the inside of his cheeks as he lifted his eyes, finding James already looking at him. “Isn’t Lily waiting for you? She is lovely, by the way. Beyond kind and caring.”
James sighed bitterly, face turned sideways as he turned his back on Regulus. “Not what I asked,” he muttered.
“You don’t need it.” Regulus said calmly.
“But what if I do?” he asked harshly, turning on his spot to look at him.
With one look, Regulus considered him, words on the tip of his tongue. But then his ears perked up, glancing at the door as James too looked to the door with a groan. “Someone’s coming.”
“Yeah,” James said, marching to the door as he barely avoided clashing his shoulder with Sirius.
Sirius turned with surprise, watching his best friend go to the backyard all alone. “What did you say to him?” Sirius asked, his eyes hardened as turned to Regulus.
“Believe it or not, I did nothing.” he answered, “Where is Y/N?”
Sirius walked past the stools, jumping on the counter to sit there. “Getting last minute lessons from Moony.”
Regulus watched him carefully, how he sat on top of surfaces, how he moved around the house, recalling how Euphemia Potter had referred to him as her son. Was this what Sirius had always been meant to be, what he could have looked like if their parents weren’t their parents.
“So it’s Moony.” he commented triumphantly, suppressing the grin rising on his face at the sharp turn Sirius’ head took, “Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.”
“What did you say?” Sirius flared, turning his body to face his brother.
“You’re nicknames.” he said, tilting his head “I’m sure they have a meaning. They all have an animalistic sound to them, something along those lines?” he asked, a mischievous look on his eyes “Do you perhaps identify with some animal? Some kind of dog?”
Sirius was holding back all instinct to not attack Regulus in that same spot. A pan to his right looking too tentative as he saw a target form in the side of his brother's head. Instead playing it cool, narrowing his eyes “You’ve been watching me all this time. Creepy, but I’ll let it slide. You’ve always been obsessed.”
Regulus smiled, nodding softly “Being creepy, as you say, has gotten me places you could only dream of. You act without analysing as I watch and then act.”
“Yes, because getting a dark mark is the dream of every young boy.” Sirius mocked, raising his eyebrows in amusement.
“Your problem is that you are too present, you don’t see the big picture.” he said, almost pitying. “By the time this is over this will only be a scar, a reminder of all I did for the sake of the wizarding world.”
Sirius scoffed humorlessly, “You want all the glory.”
“I want to live in a world where the ones I care about are safe.” he said, all smugness erased from his face as he leaned forward, “If I save millions or if I just save Y/N, it won’t matter. But we know chances are that I’ll do more than that.”
“You both will.” Sirius added, watching as Regulus held his eyes “You and Y/N will do it. And that is what I want to talk to you about.”
“What?” Regulus asked.
“Tell me the truth.” Sirius said, “Is it dangerous?”
“Not for her.” he assured him.
Sirius nodded, still watching him “And for you?”
Regulus smiled bitterly, moving his gaze away “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“But is it dangerous?” he asked again, insistently.
Regulus turned to him, narrowing his eyes “It will be painful, but it won’t kill me.”
A frown settled on Sirius’ forehead, backing away slightly. After a couple of seconds he nodded surely, jumping down from the counter. He stood before Regulus, looking down with something none of them could place nor name, “Make sure to bring her back,” he said, “Make sure you both come back.”
*******
“Think of your happiest memory.” Remus told you, walking around you with his wand in hand “Let it fill you as if you were reliving every single thing you felt in that moment, whether be a bursting feeling in your chest or the cold feeling or tears running down your eyes because of how hard you were laughing. Let it all fill you.” he stopped at your back, looking over your head as you remained with your eyes closed.
Once you opened them again, Lily and Peter were giving you thumbs up and silently clapping, cheerin on you from their spots in the grass. You smiled, giving a firm nod “Ready.”
“Now say it,” Remus instructed, the smile audible in his voice “Expecto patronum.”
You took one breath in, pointing your wand up, letting the air softly out of your mouth, you said it “Expecto patronum.” It wasn’t hard to get lost in the feelings when one of your happiest memories happened barely two hours ago.
The door to the Potter’s Manor opened and it took longer for the door to be completely open than for you being brought to the ground by the tackling hug Sirius attacked you with. You both fell with a thud, the air out of his chest as he managed to twist both of you in the air so you would fall safely on top of him. Regulus, of course, walked over you, muttering under his breath as he entered the house.
“Hi,” you smiled down at him, peeking him on the lips.
“Hi, love.” he said back, his arms tightening around you.
You looked at him, tilting your head “You have to let me go, Sirius.”
“Not yet.” he said, letting you get to your feet and as soon as you were safe on the ground his arms were back around you. “We might not have time later.” he whispered, leading you to the grass in front of the house.
“Time for what?” you asked, following close.
“Our next song.” he said as if it was obvious, “We have to say a proper goodbye.”
You chuckled, still placing your hands around his neck “I won’t be gone that long. I will probably be back and the sun won’t have set yet.”
He looked down at you, glaring “Are you putting up excuses not to dance?” he asked, an offended look taking over him.
You gasped, tightening your grip “Never.” you said, resting your chin on his shoulder as he swayed you slowly, to the rhythm of his humming. When his song ended, he didn’t let go. His hands found yours, intertwining your fingers together as you both danced. He made you twirl, bringing you back to his chest and spinning you back. You traded places, jumping from one place to another to then gracefully take steps around. Your giggles were heard as he spun you in the air and then placed you back on the ground.
Foreheads touched each other, smiles bright and mirrored between both of you. “Do you love me?” he asked.
Your smile only grew, eyes closing “I do. Do you love me?”
“More than you know.” he answered.
The tip of your wand remained untouched. The space before you empty of any bright light Remus had described with his own words. You scrunched up your nose, turning to him, “My memory was the happiest.”
He stared at the empty space too, tilting his head with a tight smile “I don’t believe you’ll be facing dementors.” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’re good to go.”
“What a hell of a teacher Moony.” Peter said, clapping as he and Lily walked to you. Remus mocked a laugh, a genuine laugh bursting as Lily slapped his arm.
“Don’t be mean, Pete.” She said, “I’m sure it’s just a matter of practice.”
Just then, Regulus walked outside, turning in all directions as his eyes settled on you. He walked until he was standing close enough so you could hear him, giving a nod directed to you “It’s time.” he said.
“Okay,” you whispered. The warm feeling of a hand came to wrap around yours, a soft squeeze making you turn to your left as you saw Lily standing there with a smile. Her hold never wavered, walking next to you to the opposite side of the house, arms brushing together as you descended the stairs of the front door.
“Are you completely sure we can’t go with you?” Remus asked, eyes trained on the back of Regulus’ head.
You shook your head apologetically, “I wish you could, but Regulus isn’t the trusting kind.”
Regulus had fallen behind on his steps as you followed him, “Neither is the dark lord.” he said while keeping up his walk next to Peter “He will have the place where his soul is hidden under some kind of protection, we will not risk him finding out about it by leading an excursion there as if it is Hogsmeade.”
The four of you turned to Regulus with wide eyed looks, the knot in your stomach tightening “Reassuring.” you mumbled.
“See, things like that makes me not trust you,” Remus said with a sour mood “You call him dark lord.”
Regulus just shrugged, “It’s a fitting title,” he said, turning up to look at Remus “Would you prefer I call him by his name?”
“And he won’t notice you?” Peter intervened, not allowing Remus to say anything as he shakily glanced at his forearm.
Regulus' small smile didn’t go unnoticed by Peter, “It’s less likely.”
One by one, you said your goodbyes to everyone. A line of young soldiers all there to bid you goodbye for a couple of hours that they were sure to feel like days and days with no end near in sight. Remus hugged you with the promise you could do the patronus charm if you tried again, Peter promised hot meals and a fire burning for you both when you got back, Lily and James buried you in a crushing hug like two parents seeing their child go on her first day of school.
“No goodbye from you?” you asked Sirius with your arms crossed.
He waved his hand, kicking a rock too hard as his eyes followed it across the tall grass, “Nah, it won’t be that long. I’ll take a nap and you’ll be back to wake me up.”
You smiled softly, placing your hand on his shoulder as you stood on your tiptoes, “‘til our next song.” you whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek.
You didn’t get one step away, his hand on your waist turning you to him, arms immediately wrapped around you. “I bought some records for us, so you better not be late.” he whispered in your ear, letting go of you as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
You smiled on the kiss, hearing the distinctive groan of Regulus “Two minutes.” he called.
You turned to him with a glare, his finger pointing to his watch. “I won’t be late.” you promised to Sirius, leaving his side as you walked to Regulus. “What’s with the rush, you old man?”
His eyes never moved from his watch, “Thirty seconds.” he said.
You gave him a funny look, but ignored him all the same. Turning up to look at all your friends.
“No funny business, you two.” James said, “Don’t play heroes, you see something that tickles you the wrong way, you get out of there.”
You grinned, “You’re one to say that,” you teased, getting a disapproving look from him. Your hands were raised in the air, “Yes, mum.” you mumbled, turning to Regulus’ watch.
Just then the clock ticked a new hour and before you a swirl appeared, materialising in the form of Kreacher.
“Master Regulus.” he greeted, taking in his surroundings. He let out a low groan, his eyes scanning all people before him as he turned back to Regulus with a scowl.
Regulus took his hand out, offering it to you as his eyes remained in brown ones. “Take us there, Kreacher.” he asked.
His small fingers snapped in the air before any word could leave your mouth. The next thing you knew, you dropped to firm ground, the sound of waves crashing against solid material and the fresh breeze of the sea hitting your face. You stood tall, letting go of your hold in Regulus' hand. You turned all around you, gathering all the details you could.
“Where are we?” you asked, turning to him.
“Some cave, I’m not sure.” he answered, your stomach turning inside of you. “You are certain this is the place, Kreacher?” he asked, watching as the elf took a couple of steps in.
“Yes.” he answered, voice low and bitter “Kreacher is certain.” he growled.
Regulus nodded, motioning you to follow. As usual he offered his arm, and even if the situation felt out of place to walk like that with him, the place was awfully freaking you out, your arm around his in an instant as your wand was tightly secured on your other hand. “You weren’t sure this was the place?” you asked in a whisper, trying to keep eyes on Kreacher at all times.
“Kreacher was here with him.” he explained, raising his wand as you got further in the cave, the light becoming lesser until it was almost impossible to see. “I had started to believe he didn’t have the greatest ideas when mother got scared. She would keep her distance, only meet him or other death eaters when necessary. When he asked for a house elf, I offered Kreacher to have some insight on what he was doing.”
You giggled, “Kreacher spied for you?” you asked, looking at the small creature you now followed. You could see it, how it was easy to underestimate him.
“He listened, told me all he heard.” he said, narrowing his eyes as it was becoming more difficult to see “I had to make sense of all he gave me, like an incredibly confusing puzzle.”
You turned to him, an offended look on your face. “You could have asked for help.”
“I did, just not from you.” he said, making you let go of his arm. “What?” he asked, turning to you with confusion.
“Who did you ask for help?” you asked in a hissing whisper, wand up and lighting the path for Kreacher who kept on mumbling under his breath a couple of steps from you.
Echoes from the cave started to surround you, the fall of small things making an almost thunderous sound that kept you on edge. You and Regulus now walked sideways, back against back as you tried to follow Kreacher only by his voice.
“Professor Dumbledore.” he answered at last.
You glanced briefly over your shoulder, looking at Regulus “He knows?” you asked in disbelief.
“He knows what I let him know.” he whispered confidently “But he truly is brilliant, I’m sure he’s connected all the dots by now. However he doesn’t have all the pieces, or a spy.”
“And we do.” you said smugly with a smile, your voice dropping as you stopped, “Still you should have asked for my- Hey, is that a wall?” you asked, pointed at the dead end you reached.
“Is this it, Kreacher?” Regulus asked, looking down to him as he moved to his side.
Kreacher neared the stone wall wearily, extending his hand at the seemingly end of the cave with a scowl in his face, “Yes,” he murmured, palm placed flat on the cold stone as he turned to look at Regulus, “He said it when he brought Kreacher here, a sacrifice to weaken the foolish.”
“Sacrifice?” you asked, turning to Regulus.
Regulus gave you a side glance, kneeling so he could uncover his leg, a small knife glistening from inside his sock, pulling out with a swift movement. Instinctively, you took one step back, watching as he took a step forward. Your grip on your wand tightened, capturing his attention with a low scoff.
“Have you come to think that low of me?” he asked.
“No one has died for being cautious-” Your words were cut short, seeing as he placed the blade in his palm, his hand closing around it as he pulled the knife from his hand harshly, red drops following the silver as a drowned groan surged from him.
“Damn it,” you muttered as he walked to the wall, quickly ripping the end of your shirt as he dragged his hand all along the stone. It was a blink, the sound of the tearing of your cloth leading your eyes down and then back. In front of Regulus appeared an opening deeper into the cave, a greater space that the poor lighting and the distance didn’t allow you to see entirely.
“Here,” you said, reaching your hand at him as your eyes remained in the distance. The warmth on his palm made you look down to his hand, the bright red more noticeable on his pale skin. You glanced doubtfully at him through your lashes, biting on the inside of your cheek. Placing your wand in between your teeth, you bandage his hand carefully.
You asked him a question, your words funny with your wand in your mouth. He looked weirdly at you, taking your wand from your mouth as he motioned for you to talk again. “Do you carry a knife everywhere you go?” you repeated, this time understandable.
“I took it from the kitchen.” he said, making you frown.
“The kitchen? What-” the you looked up at him in disbelief, “Did you steal one of Mia’s kitchen knives?” you asked.
“Borrowed.” he corrected, holding his wand close to your face, giving you enough light to work with, “I will return it.” then he paused, giving you back your wand as he moved his bandaged hand in the air, “Thank you.” he said once you let go of him.
You wanted to apologise for your reaction, opening your mouth when he spoke first, motioning for you to follow as apparently Kreacher seemed to be in a hurry when he seemingly didn’t wait for you to even finish bandaging Regulus’ hand. Regulus didn’t say anything, narrowed eyes in the distance with his wand securely placed in front of him.
“So professor Dumbledore helped you?” you asked, mirroring his stance as you too held your wand up, the two lights not enough to look two metres from where you stood.
He nodded, eyes falling to Kreacher. “He probably thinks I’m planning something awful,” he commented with an amused smile, “The type of readings I did were not something a student our age would be interested in. I’m not sure what he thinks I’m doing, not that I care.” his face suddenly fell, brow furrowed “He still helped me.”
You were looking at him intently, the worry in your eyes never washing away. “Don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.
He raised his hand, stopping you a couple of steps behind him as he stood taller. “I didn’t stop to think about it.” he murmured, stretching his hand in the air.
You took a couple of steps to stand beside him, focusing your eyes in the distance, “What is that?” you asked, the small source of light far away from you being the only thing that you could properly see, still not knowing what it was.
Regulus swallowed hard, taking the image before him in and staring at it like he would people who dared question him, with disdain and coldness.
“That’s our destination,” he said, taking the shift of your weight as nerves “The locket is there.”
You laughed nervously, moving to stand in front of him. “Regulus” you said, making him look down at you “Do you remember last year when you got us a month's worth of detention?” you asked, raising your eyebrows, “Do you?” you insisted, watching as tilted his head. He was holding your gaze, your nerves burning into some type of anger as he said nothing. “Does this situation perhaps bring back memories of you pushing me inside the bloody black lake?”
A smile grew on his face, his eyes falling to his chest as he bit back the laugh that threatened to escape him. “We’re taking a boat.” he explained, walking past you as he reached his hand for a chain lying in the ground. Kreacher was soon at his side, helping him as you only stared.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you said, closing your eyes. You might start crying sooner than you thought. “Reg-”
“Listen to me,” he said, turning to you sternly “We’ll be inside the boat, nothing is going to happen until we get to that island. When we’re there,” he started, his voice severely strict, pausing for a second with a deep breath “Once we are there, you’re gonna have to give me a potion that will weaken me. You must make sure I drink the whole thing to get the locket. Understood?”
Your face had hardened, the worry trying to break through it. “I understand.”
He nodded, walking to the boat as you followed, his hand stretched to you “And whatever you do,” he said, helping you inside the boat, “Don’t touch the water.”
You scoffed bitterly, watching as the boat started to move, making you glance hesitantly over the brim of the boat. “Trust me, I’m staying away from the water.” you murmured miserably, moving back as your reflection in the water made shivers run down your spine. The water was so dark you could barely see it, the ghost of what you looked like staring back at you, fear reflecting in your eyes. You had to pull yourself together, you needed to be ready for what came next.
“You’re not telling me everything,” you said, moving softly as you turned to him. He glanced down at you briefly, resting his knee on the small bench where he was supposed to be seated, his eyes in the distance as if he was some sort of sailor in his mighty ship. Disappointing ship, if you were allowed to comment.
“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked.
“You have a tendency of keeping things from me-”
“Will you let it go?” he asked looking at you, a frustrated look in his eyes “I did it to protect you.”
“Will you let me finish?” you asked equally frustrated, “You do it to protect me, I know. Like when you let it slip that the Slytherin common room is under the black lake and I spent weeks worried that you might drown in your sleep.”
He suddenly looked amused, the corner of his mouth turning up. “It is a magic castle, the windows aren’t likely to break and drown a fourth of the students there.”
“Have you seen the pranks Sirius pulls on the students that go unpunished?” you asked with a small laugh, “Safety is not a Hogwarts priority.” you said, rolling your eyes. Regulus was no longer looking at you, his eyes trained in the distance. You gulped, toying with your fingers “You’re not telling me things right now. I’m hoping it is because you don’t want me to be scared.”
His perfect posture faltered, his shoulders dropping in sync with his eyes. “Why else would I do it?”
“So you are keeping things from me.” you said triumphantly, grinning.
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re braver than you think.” he said after a beat, “But you tend to overthink everything. You have a big heart and you think with it, led by instinct and your gut. When you don’t see things coming to you, you are able to improvise, to think and act simultaneously, which is not the best but you always seem to pull off gracefully.” You smiled without him seeing you, his attention drifting from time to time. “You’ll find out everything in due time. Talk about anything else.” he said.
“Fine,” you agreed, “But you have to answer.” He frowned, giving you a weird look but no answer “What were you doing yesterday morning in James’ home?”
His body visibly tensed, his hand stiff as the rest of his body relaxed.
You wanted to say there was no point in denying it, you had seen him and he had been discovered. He answered before any argument in your favour left your lips.
“I went there to apologise.” he admitted.
You thought you heard him wrong, the words mumbled by Kreacher on the opposite end of the boat getting mixed with what Regulus had said. “Apologise…To James?” you asked.
“Yes,” he said, his chest raising, “You were not the first to try and wake some sense in me.”
“What?” you asked in a whisper.
He had a sad smile drawn on his face, getting his knee down as he sat down in front of you with a sigh. “If you weren’t as incredibly clever as you are and James wasn’t as furiously arrogant as he is, you both would belong to Hufflepuff.” he stated, looking down to his hands. “The amount of kindness and heart you two have should be prohibited, you’re like two rays of sunshine pulled from outer space.”
You wanted to chuckle, warm cheeks hidden in the cold cave, but his own confessions were like small pieces finally fitting in the puzzle. “He helped you?”
He raised both his eyebrows, “Tried.” he murmured, lifting his head but not his eyes, “As stubborn as he is, there is only so much a person can take.” he then turned to you, his eyes finding yours with a void in them “You know me, you know how I can be. I don’t realise what I have until they slip from my fingers, until it’s too late.” With a pause, he shook his head, “It was too big of a risk. I pushed you away so mother would see exactly what she wanted, and I was left in the dark. I didn’t realise how much I needed my sunshine.” he laughed sadly, his voice breaking as he turned his head to the side.
“Oh, Regulus.” you whispered, moving to sit beside him. You placed your arm around his back, your head resting on his shoulder. A comforting silence fell around you both, even in the growing cave that never seemed to end, the poor warmth you two had was enough to envelop you in a secure blanket that no one could take away.
“I understand what Sirius sees in you, I’m not an idiot. ” he said, taking your hand in his, “But you will always be the annoying Ravenclaw who talks to herself while studying. You know, if we are being technical, you’re officially my sister now. In law, but my sister.”
A laugh burst out of you, small yet genuine, “I’ve always been your sister.” Your hand went to squeeze his, looking at his side as you hand went to cup his cheek caringly “You deserve so much more.” you said, him leaning into your touch “When this is all over, we’ll be a proper family.”
For the first time, Regulus Black looked raw before you.
“Of course.” he whispered with a nod.
Beneath you, the smooth feeling of the water changed, the bumpy feeling as the boat started to clash against the island. “Stop the boat, Kreacher.” Regulus asked, standing as he let go of your hand.
“This is it, Master.” Kreacher said, pointing his hand up, “The locket is hidden there.”
You took Regulus’ bag, crossing it across your shoulder as you walked to the edge of the boat. Regulus helped you down, both of you turning to look at Kreacher already climbing to get to the basin on top of the island.
“Let’s get away from the water,” Regulus instructed, looking at it wearily as he followed you up.
Standing right behind you, Regulus could feel your hesitance as you stared down to the basin, both hands placed on each side of it as you raised one single eyebrow. “I’ve never heard of this potion before.” you said, turning to him.
He walked to you, opening the satchel as he moved the red fabric covering most of the space inside “I doubt they would want to teach this potion in school.” he said, getting the fake locket from the depths of his satchel. Regulus placed the replica in your hand.
“What do you mean, what does it do?” you asked, closing your hand on the locket as you followed him with your eyes.
He took one breath in, eyes shining green with the colour of the potion reflecting on his face, “It’s some kind of torturing potion. A protection for the locket.”
“You said I had to make sure you drink all the potion.” you said, panic starting to fill you, “No.” you said firmly, shaking your head “Absolutely not, you're not drinking that. I will drink it.”
“You’re not drinking it.” Regulus stated.
“It’s a torturous potion!” you blurted out.
“And that’s exactly why you are not drinking it.” he said, giving you the small shell sitting there. “I made promises I intend to keep.”
“Fuck your promises.” you told him, placing the shell down. “I can’t do it.”
“One of us has to drink this potion or this entire thing would have been in vain. I am telling you, you are not drinking this potion and that is final.” he said harshly, voice firm and louder than he first started.
You stared at him daringly, glancing at the basin. “Good luck stopping me.”
He had seen right through you, his wand pointed at you two steps into getting to the basin. “Incarcerous.”
You fell to your side with a shriek and a thudding sound. “Regulus Black, don’t you dare touch that potion.” you yelled, turning to your back as he looked down at you with disdain.
“Free her as soon as I take the first drink of the potion, Kreacher.” He told him, the elf moving to the side of your head as he seemed too gleeful to your liking at your current state.
You let it slide, fighting your bindings as Regulus got the shell on his hands, dipping it on the potion as the light grew stronger as he neared it to his face. “Regulus!” you called strongly, turning sharply to Kreacher, “Get me out, now.”
Kreacher ignored you, Regulus ignored your call. “All the potion must be drunk.” he reminded you, eyes turning down to the shining liquid. He took all the content of the shell in one go, his eyes shut tight. When he lowered his face again, the confusion was visible, his eyes looking for you as he frowned. Kreacher was already working on the bounds, your eyes glued to Regulus. The shell fell from his hands with a clicking sound, a choking sound surged from him, his hands immediately on the basin looking for support as he fell to his knees.
You shook yourself from the ropes still around your body, rushing to his side in an instant. “Regulus.” you whispered. He was doubling over himself, shutting his eyes closed as he swallowed the cries threatening to leave him.
“Keep going.” he fought to say hoarsely, finally letting all his weight fall to the ground. His back rested against the basin, your lips sealed tight as you left his side, running to get the shell from where it fell. You had to move fast, the quicker you were, the sooner it would be over.
You got the shell full to the brim, shaky hands carrying it to Regulus as you kneeled beside him. “Here.” you said, capturing his attention as his eyes snapped open, moving his mouth to the shell. He downed it all, bursting into a fit of coughs as soon it was running down his throat. You looked down at his fists, closed tightly as he seemed unable to stop shaking, resisting the effects of the potion making it even more unbearable. He started to groan lowly, shaking his head while bitter words rolled from his tongue.
“Stop.” The words registered in your brain, gulping as you went to get more of the potion. He kept repeating the word, over and over until it was the only thing you could hear. When you moved back to his side, he was shaking his head again, refusing to open his eyes as he threw his head back, the veins in his neck more prominent as low cries left his mouth. “I can’t.” he managed to say at the sky.
You felt your throat close, his voice tearing you apart from the inside. “You have to.” you say softly, offering the shell to his mouth, “Remember what you said, you have to finish it all.”
His breathing was audible, rest moving rapidly as he snapped his head to you, eyes scanning you, “Y/N?” he asked, confused, blinking rapidly at you. You nodded your head, a sad smile on your face. He was about to return the smile when he began to cough, a sudden scream making him collapse again.
You couldn’t start crying there, the knot in your stomach tightening as you saw him fall, the pressure in your throat and nose signalling the tears were already pooling on your eyes ready to burst. The shell filled with potion was forgotten on the edge of the basin, sliding to Regulus and supporting him on your side. “Just a couple more.” you said, trying to say encouragingly.
He was shaking his head furiously, barely able to keep it up. “Stop, please.” his eyes mirrored your own. “Mother, please. Stop.” he pleaded.
Your hands tightened around the shell, frozen on the spot where you stood as you realised he wasn’t asking you to stop. One of your tears created a loop on the potion as it fell on the content of the shell, mouth slightly open as your eyes fell on the emerald liquid. He was asking his mother to stop.
“Regulus,” you called, kneeling in front of him, “Regulus.” you said again, shell placed at his side as your hands went to tap softly on his cheeks, making him look at your eyes. “It’s me, Y/N.”
“Y/N.” he repeated in a shaky breath.
“Yeah,” you whispered, reaching for the shell again. “You have to drink more.”
His head dropped, body shaking “No,” he said softly, letting your free hand lift his face, “It hurts.”
“I know.” you said with a broken voice, your cheeks tear stained, “I know it hurts but we’ll be out of here soon. I’ll bake you all the cookies you want and you’ll move in with me and we’ll annoy Sirius together, you just have to finish it.”
Defeated, he nodded. He helped you guide the shell to his mouth, a burning sensation on his throat as he swallowed the entire content.
It became impossible to give him the potion when he began to scream.
Emptying the contents of the basin only increased Regulus’ pain, fueling the intensity of his screams until they were burned in your mind. The life of Regulus Black had fallen from his own lips in the form of pleas, his regrets taking the names of those who plagued his mind. You didn’t notice where the sweat ended and the tears bagan, you couldn’t tell what percentage of his shaking was provoked from the pain and what part surged from fear, your mind couldn’t comprehend when his begs for his mother to stop had turned to whispered apologies dripping with regret.
“You don’t have to apologise.” you cried, giving him small sips of the last of the potion. He could no longer take big gulps, making him spit the potion who immediately returned to the basin, doubling the pain. “You did it. Just one more.”
“I’m sorry.” he sobbed, swinging his head to the side to get one look at you, “I didn’t know when I said those things, I didn’t- I didn’t know.” He could barely lift his hand, the effort taking all his energy as he brushed his knuckles over your cheek. “Now look at you,” his voice turned low, hand falling as he turned away from you “You’ve come to take me too, haven’t you?”
You got up, rushing to his other side while fresh tears sprut out from your eyes “I’ll take you home.” you said, looking down at the last of the potion, “Finish it and I’ll take you home.”
You got the shell to his lips, his head moving back instinctively “I don’t want to leave them, not yet.”
You broke into a sob, your body falling down before him. You couldn’t do it. You had to do it.
“Drink it, Regulus.” you said, holding the back of his head and the potion to his lips. He was shaking his head, a mumbling mess of words as you emptied the remnants of the potion down his throat with encouraging words.
As magic works, as soon as the last drop of potion was drunk, the effects of it wore off of Regulus’ body, slumping against your arms in his weakened state. You threw the shell aside, both arms going to hold him to your chest. His name was called in desperate whispers, begging for him to open his eyes or move his hand.
“Reg,” you called, connecting your foreheads as your tears fell down his cheeks. “Talk to me, Reg.”
Nothing happened. His body was motionless on your arms, the raising of his chest barely there beneath your hand. Then he started to groan.
A startled laugh left your mouth, looking down at him as you moved the hair out of his forehead.
“Don’t fucking do that.” you blurted out, helping him to a sitting position.
“Did we do it?” he asked hoarsely, looking at the basin and the locket around your neck. With you as support, you both walked to the basin. There, stained with tears and sweat, layed a locket identical to the one you wore.
Regulus took it in his hand, holding it before your faces with pride. “We did it.” you confirmed in a breath. One look from Regulus told you everything, a firm nod as you let go of him momentarily, getting the locket off your neck and placing it inside the basin.
“Where is Kreacher?” he asked, looking around him for his friend.
“The boat, I think.” you answered, placing his arm around your shoulder as you both walked to the shore where the boat remained.
Not being precisely silent, the small creature noticed you nearing him immediately, taking in the state of Regulus as he stood. “Master Regulus.” he said, concern being heard for the first time from him.
“Kreacher,” Regulus said, extending his hand with the locket, “Keep it safe, destroy it as soon as you get us out of here.”
He bowed his head softly, agreeing with Regulus’ words as he reached to take the locket. Kreacher didn’t have the chance to take it from his hand when a sudden pull knocked you off your feet.
A scream echoed in the cave. “No!”
#winter in the shade#regulus black#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black x ravenclaw!reader#sirius black#marauders era fanfiction
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Chapter Five: This Will Be The Day (Finale)
Warning: this series features a romantic Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader pairing.
Summary: Everyone has returned but the battle for humanity against Thanos wages on.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
You wake in a coughing fit, the rubble surrounding you sears your lungs. “Natasha.” You call into the rocks and flickering lights. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Natasha!”
“Here, I’m here.” Her voice is rough, pained.
You push yourself toward the sound, through the dust you can make out her hair. “You ok?”
“Mostly.” She’s laying face up, a few scratches visible.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I can’t move.” She nods at the piece of collapsed cement. “My leg is broken, you should go.” Nat says, staring up at the sky.
“I should’ve never let you go to Vormir. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” You try uselessly to budge the blockage over her leg.
“What is Vormir?” She asks.
“Doesn’t matter.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “How much do you remember?”
“The red room.”
“Do you remember getting out?”
“No one gets out.” She shakes her head.
“We did.” You inform her. “Yelena did.”
“Yelena?” Her gaze finds yours. “You know Yelena? Is she here?”
“Yes, I know her.” You press your lips together. “She’s not here though.”
“The rest of this building is coming down. If you were really trained in the red room you have to know that.” Natasha frowns. “You need to leave.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Don’t be a hero.” She whispers. “Let me go, it’s ok.”
“No, it’s not.” You argue. “I won’t do it again.”
“What about Yelena?” Natasha gives you a pointed look.
“She’ll understand.” This is what she would do.
“Hey,” Natasha pushes herself up on her elbows. “Would it be a good thing or a bad thing if a giant man in a metal suit carrying a smaller man and a raccoon appeared behind your head?”
You turn toward the man in question. Scott Lang. “It would be a good thing.”
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Natasha is taken somewhere safe. She can’t fight.
As the strange doctor and his disciples start opening portals you see that you’re not alone. Through one comes Alexei, Melina and Yelena.
Her white suit is pristine, dirty blonde hair held away from her face in ponytails.
On shaky legs you move toward her, taking your rightful place at her side. Facing what lies ahead together.
Yelena catches your hand, “this isn’t much of a welcome home.”
You can’t help but laugh, “pretty cool way to die though.”
“Very,” she agrees. “Natasha?”
“She is a little worse for wear.” You warn her, “but alive…and safe.”
Yelena gives you a watery smile, squeezing your fingers. “And you?”
“A tower fell on me.”
“Of course it did.”
Thanos’ army is nothing to scoff at. Giant airborne creatures hover over his troops. Larger monsters stand in their ranks, space ship overhead ready to destroy.
Steve is almost unrecognizable, covered in dirt, his shield battered and broken. But you know it is time when he gives the order. “Avengers, assemble.”
Fighting is easy, it’s what you know. What you were trained to do. Fight to stay alive, fight for what you believe in, fight with Yelena; for Yelena.
The two of you move together like a well oiled machine. Like riding a bike, even after all this time you could never forget.
“We’ve got company to the left.” Yelena says through gritted teeth, kicking at the alien creature beside her. Dropping an empty cartridge to the ground and reloading her gun seamlessly, firing several shots.
Despite everyone’s best efforts they just keep coming. “Do we have a plan here?”
“Getting there,” Steve replies. “Anybody have eyes on the gauntlet?”
“Yeah!” Clint rushes past you with the glove in hand. “What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Get it out of here!” Tony insists.
“What’s happening?” Alexei shouts over the chaos. “I still don’t have ear piece.”
“Just keep their army away from that guy in the tank top.” You grunt, falling backwards from the force of one of Thanos’ soldiers colliding with you.
“We have to get the stones back where they came from.” Rhodey reminds everyone.
“The time space tunnel is completely collapsed.” Tony points out.
“That isn’t our only time machine.” Lang cuts in.
“Does anyone see an ugly brown van out there?” Captain America’s voice hums through the ear bud.
“I do,” a female voice chimes in. “But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.”
After grappling for far too long, you manage to knock the creature from you. Using your knife to dismember it.
“Next time, we get the cool laser guns.” Yelena yells loud enough to be heard by everyone on the network, as she hauls you to your feet.
“Friday, please add laser guns for the ballerinas to my grocery list.” Stark gives his smart ass remark.
“What’s the word on the van?” Rhodey wonders.
“Working on it now.”
The ship at Thanos’ disposal begins raining fire, no regard for their own troops.
“We’ve got people going down!” Rocket hollers.
“Clint,” you call into the microphone. “How’s that gauntlet?”
“Moving down the field.” The archer replies, “I’m alright too, thanks for asking.”
“Good.” You bite back a smile.
Hell continues breaking loose around you. Glowing circular orbs unfold in the air above, providing coverage from the missiles. You’re not sure if this is winning or losing. It feels like a bit of both.
———————————————————————- Thanos and his army are dusted away. Leaving you surprised and still swinging as the shock wears off.
You won. You. Won.
And you lost.
You lost Tony Stark. The man you’d barely known, but offered you clarity that will stay with you forever.
You lost the Natasha you’d come to know over the five years that Yelena was gone. Some parts of the redhead stripped away for the price of the stone.
But she’s still here. Waiting in the wings to be greeted by Yelena and their little makeshift family. You share a look of understanding when your eyes meet over the blonde’s shoulder.
Others come, Banner refuses to leave her side. Despite the fact that Natasha doesn’t remember him.
Clint falls to the ground at her feet. Breaking down at the sight of his friend, his family alive and well. She doesn’t remember him either, but welcomes him into her arms somewhat awkwardly.
Her expressions flicker from happy to overwhelmed. Hesitant to open herself up to the possibility that she is wanted, needed and loved.
Too confusing for the girl who only remembers the red room. Adjusting to this life will take time.
Everyone begins clearing out, their jobs finished. Rushing home to reunite with their loved ones. Tomorrow will bring about new challenges. The world is in shambles, and so are you.
Steve decides that he should be the one to return the stones. His goodbye tells you that he has a bit more in mind. But this is his life. His choices, not yours.
“Well, I guess we should head out too.” You say after a while. Your car is gone, lost in the wreckage from the explosion.
The setting sun is eclipsed, causing all of you to turn your gaze upwards just in time to see the ship’s door open.
“Is that a raccoon?” Melina asks, pointing toward Rocket.
“Do you want a ride or not?” Rocket shoots back.
“Not the avenger’s super jet, but it will do huh?” Alexei smiles, this is his dream.
“This is better!” A man’s voice carries down from the interior.
“Well,” Yelena shrugs, “if you say so.” She leads the pack up the ramp and onto the ship.
“Fanny and the pigs will be expecting dinner soon.”
“How are they?” Melina asks, “have you been taking care of them.”
“That was me!” Alexei says proudly, bending at the waist to gather Natasha into his arms. “Aye honey,” he grunts, hoisting her up. “You are only little girl in my heart.”
Nat pushes against his chest in retaliation.
“Do you mind if I hitch a ride too?” Clint asks.
“The extra stop will cost you,” Nebula stares blankly at him from her seat.
“They always do.” He remarks, trotting up the ramp.
Bruce paces at the foot of the metal grate, watching the rest of you load up. “I gotta hang back, make sure Steve gets there in one piece.”
“After what happened with Scott the first time I’d say that’s probably the best bet.” You agree, standing near the entrance.
“Yeah,” he smiles, kindly. “Keep me posted on Nat, will ya?”
“I will,” you return the smile.
“I’ll see you around.”
You nod, “I’ll see you.”
The captain of the ship introduces himself as Star-lord, and after a moment without response, Quill.
“Any requests?” He asks, finger hovering over the control panel.
Alexei creeps over to the younger man, quietly relaying a message.
“Alright,” Quill nods. Stroking the keys until a familiar set of notes ring out.
“A long, long time ago-“ The singer croons.
You let out a chuckle.
“I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, that I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while.”
“We’re really doing this?” Yelena puts a hand to her head, the corners of her mouth turning upward.
“But February made me shiver, with every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step.” The melody carries on.
“It’s your song.” Natasha turns to her sister.
“I can't remember if I cried. When I read about his widowed bride.” Melina’s eyes are far away, carried back to their years in Ohio. Before the world had been so cruel.
“Something touched me deep inside, the day the music-“
“Died.” Yelena joins in, lulling her head to the side to gage your reaction.
You sigh, all of this beyond surreal. But you allow yourself to live in this moment, because you might not get another. “So bye, bye Miss American Pie…”
“Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry.” The roaring chorus of voices fills the silence you’ve grown used to. Fills the parts of you that were empty for so long. “And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye. Singin', “this’ll be the day that I die.”
“This’ll be the day that I die.” Yelena sings, her face alight with a childlike glee.
——————————————————————-
Melina, Natasha and Alexei stay with you for a while. A few weeks as Natasha heals and becomes acclimated to her life.
She claims to hate the attention, but deep down you know she’s full of it.
The Ohio house is bursting at the seams with five adults, nine pigs and one dog.
That isn’t enough to keep visitors at bay. Namely Clint, his wife Laura and their three children.
Things feel a bit off when everyone begins moving out. Alexei, Melina, and their pigs return to the farm outside of Saint Petersburg.
Natasha finds herself drawn to New York, with Bruce and the makeshift building he’s using as a lab.
You adjust to the steady thrum that is daily life, with Fanny and Yelena.
After dinner you load the dishwasher, drying your hands on the nearby tea towel before selecting a cycle.
“So how does it feel?” Yelena asks, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hmm?” You turn to face her.
“Being a hero.” She clarifies, a smile playing at her lips.
“I’m not-“
“Oh cut the crap, Y/N. You saved the world.” Yelena narrows her eyes at you.
“I did it for you.” You say simply, because it’s true.
Yelena closes the space between you, “why?”
“You know why.” You whisper as she cups your face in her hands, gently stroking her thumb over your cheek. “It’s ok if you wouldn’t have done the same.”
“I’d do more for you, and worse.” She assures you. “But do you really want to spend the rest of your life fumbling around feelings in the dark when you could have someone who-“
“I want you. I only ever want you.” You beckon her closer. “Anyway I can have you, that will be enough for me.”
Sometimes wires get crossed and you want things you never have before. And she provides them before you have a chance to ask. You give back to her tenfold, so that neither glass is ever empty. That is love. True love, the only way you’ve ever known it.
“I am yours…in every way a person can belong to another.” Yelena breathes, “and then some.”
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