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fastlikealambo · 2 months

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holy crowns || paul atreides x black! reader

summary: it was supposed to be your sister, your bene gesserit trained sister molded by the great houses, spy for the imperium. with no warning, paul chooses you instead and changes your life forever. some call him messiah, others an abomination, but you will call him husband.this will be a multi chapter work and 18+only. note: hello! this takes place after the events of dune part two and Paul is about to become emperor. Irulan and her father are in exile and Chani is gone. thank you for reading! if you wish to see the story continue on beyond this chapter, please comment or reblog!

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CHAPTER ONE

THE MUAD'DIB CHOOSES A BRIDE.

Blood and roses.

“I told you to be careful.” Your sister chided in a motherly tone, despite being only one year older than you, handing you a small handkerchief. With a mouthful of pins, you uttered a small sound of gratitude and used your non-injured hand to finish the task of placing metal rose hair pins in her braided crown. You’d be Arrakis in less than an hour but your sister wanted her last precious moments alone to be with you.

“There, done. My sister, the jewel of the outer world and now Arrakis, I still can’t believe this is happening. Do you think he will be kind?” You asked, straightening up to face your sister in the mirror.

You shared the same deep brown skin and nose of your father but that was where the similarities ended. Both of your mothers had been models of the Bene Gesserit order but only one of your mothers had been made wife of a Duke, and the other a concubine, no less loved.

Until your mother passed, leaving you alone to face rumors of her madness. As you grew so did the stories of the concubine who lost her way and denied herself spice and in turn, denied you of a mother and the protection of the order that trained her and your sister.

“Paul Atreides is an abomination, a tainted nova and your sister will make him anew, his kindness is of no importance. You may go, your sister and I need to speak.” Reverend Mother Mohiam said from her place in the doorway.

“I only need a few more minutes with my sister Reverend Mother, we’re nearly ready.” Your sister said, hand in yours.

GO.

A thousand and one tiny cuts into your brain, you found yourself outside of your sister’s room frozen in place.

You still remember the day Reverend Mother came to take your sister away to train under the sisterhood.You made the mistake asking why, why could you not go together.

“You carry your mother’s agony. You are not sufficient, there is no bite within you, human child. My order has no need of sentient infirmity.”

The Reverend Mother was correct.

What was to be your life after your sister was gone?

Where would your path lead?

There was no place for agony among the stars.

The heat of Arrakis resembled a distraught lover, sloppy kisses of sweat covered your body, the breeze that accompanied the opening of your ship doors held no comfort.

You stood behind your sister, poised to pick up the train of her gown the moment your house would disembark the ship but for some reason, no one could leave yet.

Over her shoulder, your sister smiled, stretching her hand behind her back for you one last time. Yet before you could take it, your sister froze, a sudden faraway look in her eyes. Through your veil you watched her eyes widen, her hands clenched into fists.

“He’s coming here! The Muad'Dib is boarding the ship!” A guard whispered fiercely to another.

No one seemed to notice what was happening but before you took a step towards your sister, her gaze was fixed on you. Despite the heat, you were freezing beneath her stare, unsure if it was your sister or the Bene Gesserit acolyte looking upon you.

The sound of marching feet and chanting distracted you both and all aboard the ship including fell to their knees, the Reverend Mother the only exception. You stood with the others, eyes to the floor, hands shaking as someone made their way down the line, your father making introductions as an attempt at conversation but there was only silence in return.

You waited for the footsteps to end at your sister but they continued on, barely masked gasps filled the now crowded ship and a pair of boots entered your line of vision.

REMOVE YOUR VEIL.

The trembling in your fingers instantly vanished and with otherworldly precision, you removed the veil from your face, the silk sliding down the back of your braids and to the floor.

The Muad’Dib was looking at you.

“Her.”

One by one, every Feydakin behind him took a knee and your house got over their confusion quickly, copying the motion, your sister, eyes wet, included.

Paul Atreides bowed before you, blue within blue eyes never leaving yours.

“Welcome to Arrakis.”

That’s our first chapter, I hope you like it! If you would like to see chapter two, please interact with this chapter, comment or reblog! Thank you for reading.

#paul atreides x you #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x black!reader

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facelesswoman666 · 6 days

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The Beast Blade - Feyd Rautha x Fem! Reader

Hello lovelies, I am back and i have brought to you the product of my many nights spent reading Feyd Rautha smut. I thought i would have a go at it myself. This is part one of a 4 part series. So please enjoy xoxo

Synopsis - There are enemies in every territory. At the request of the emperor, the House Harkonnen and Atreides have been asked to discuss the conditions of a peace treaty, that could subside years of futile conflict. Poised at the centre of this conflict are the young heirs of each house. Na-Baron Rautha and the young Duke Paul Atreides. Under the machinations of their guardians, they must navigate their own claims to leadership and the claims of their newfound allies. Although Rautha is developing a taste for the young Duke’s sister, and he will stop at nothing to claim what he covets. Regardless of the outcome of his desires.

18+ MINORS DNI. Sexual contact warnings

This part is short, sorry xo

Part 1 - A dove and a dog

He was Harkonnen, the perversities of his nature knew no human bounds and yet his composure was impeccable. The lone blade, they called him, hushed in opulent halls and whispered around feasting tables too grand for proper representation. Better translated to ‘Beast Blade’ in the native tongue. His character was primal, unfiltered, raw, and those who were favoured enough to appear in his presence frequently, knew of his interests.

A select few suffered them recurrently.

Na-Baron Feyd Rautha was a petulant man. Yet desirable in the traditions of the House Harkonnen. His body an expanse of heavily built muscle tissue and sheer skin, with a hue of spectre white. The rotated assortment of precious things that followed, nipping at his heels and fawning over his body were ever lingering in his presence. Although not today.

Feyd found himself, today, in an unfamiliar setting, an uncomfortable one at that. Traipsing soft footed around the halls of the Arrakeen castle, now under the jurisdiction of House Atreides. Thieving bastards he thought, and imagined his blade studying the soft pale skin of the eldest atreides child. Weak as a crib bound babe was Paul. His rumination’s shifted to the youngest atreides daughter, a girl of 18 and whether it would be pleasant to ruin her in the short time he would spend here.

The ruining of the princess was far from possibility, considering the minute truth that was she despised his bloodline, along with him. The complexities of this sand wrought cavernous abode was not lost on him, seeing as his former years as a youth had been spent causing deviltry about these halls. His hand slid over the walls; it reminded him of the past.

A servant girl began to cross his path, hurriedly skipping on tapping feet to an unknown destination. It was decided.

The Na-Baron expressed his internal sentiments ‘A dove has entered the dog’s pit’ Her chin rotated in his direction and she replied ‘And does the dove not have wings?’ Her overt defiance to a superior amused him ‘The dove has wings and the dog has teeth’ He gave in to her rebuttal. Her smile stretched small against her pretty face ‘The dove is slight’ Feyd studied the girl with intense curiosity.

‘Dogs eat birds’ The words dripped from his poison lips; he did not indulge in their recreation of the folk tale. His boredom grew within him.

She stepped closer, bringing forth the beauty of a youthful face into a light which did not shadow the most adored features. What a strange specimen, he noted, allowing her momentary pauses from his scrutiny. His eyed lowered to the tunic she wore, draped lazily over her skin and the perfect tits that hung on her chest underneath it. She noticed Rautha’s eyes darting from peak to peak across her chest. His tongue subsequently sliding over his bottom lip. He spoke ‘Do all caladan women have such perky tits? Or is it primarily you?’ Rautha smirked

The girl was not accustomed to such a word and she imagined it held its own brutality for this man. Her mother had always referred to them as breasts. The Na-Baron suppressed the urge to reach out, to skim them with his fingers. The pretty little servants on his home-world would have welcomed his hands to their chest but little did he care for those white mounds of flesh. These things were delicate, flush from exertion and begging to be touched. She, taken aback by his statement, breathed a gasp and stumbled back a pace. Was he truly so bold?

The girl stood in puzzlement of the living statue positioned before her. Slithers of yellow light filtering through the windows, washing over him as though a wave of ocean cascading. It illuminated his form for brief bursts of remark “I asked you a question” he repeated simply “And by what means do you expect me to provide an answer” She clipped her tone, speaking candidly. Feyd stilled himself, the initial spouts of rage fighting their way to heat the skin of his arms. He presented his smile, blackened teeth, gums writhing over them like tar and pressed her further “Are all caladan women blessed with perky tits? Or and i repeat, is it primarily you?”

She would not play pawn in this righteous amusement of power and lust. Her mouth kept in a hard line, to the Na-Baron’s annoyance. He reached his fingers to her in an untamed prediction of violence. The thumb and forefinger of this looming figure came to rest on her neck, pressuring the area. His other hand grasping the flesh of her ass in it claws, he craned his neck, and stretched downwards to whisper against the shell of her ear ‘I will take these tits in my mouth until they ache with pleasure and the distortions of lust cloud your feeble mind. There is no one you can run to that will affirm this ever happened. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded slowly, heaving breaths racking her lungs. Hips bucking in a childish display of discomposure, into where his pelvic bone struck against hers.

Duncan idaho rounded the corner, spotting the pair immediately and his eyed betrayed cause for concern. She sensed his presence to her side although Feyd Rautha did not conclude his oppression of her even under the eyes of the Duke Leto’s most trusted adviser. “My lady” The firm query of Idaho concealed layers only known to the girl and her family. Feyd released her at the realisation of the name Idaho gave to her. Lady, he pondered, interesting. The Na-Baron watched keenly as the little creature before him wandered off, tailed by Idaho.

The Na-Baron revelled in the accusing glance Duncan speared him with upon departure.

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beoneofus · 2 months

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“ d’aw, wook at da’ wittle baby! ” a certain blonde cooed, reaching to poke fun at the messy braids made in your hair by the little boy that left the room just minutes ago only to grab a few things to finish off his masterpiece — the masterpiece known as your disastrous hair .

you see, laddie was innocent and recently met a new friend amongst the boardwalk. this friend just so happened to be a girl, and this girl gave him the lovely idea of doing up ones hair. she experimented on his head; brushing his hair to the side with the comb she had, along with applying a clip out of her own hair, to his. laddie had loved it, so she let him play with her hair as well.

he was given a demonstration of how to braid — and, low and behold, that demonstration was brought back to the cave.

now, you have no problem with spoiling the child. you love laddie, you all do; you just... really love your hair as well and now, after it being so tangled, you're afraid you may have to cut it.

and paul's fucking teasing isn't helping-

your narrowed eyes darted onto his figure, which was crouched beside your sat one —you were on the floor— mockingly, only to growl and lunge towards him; grabbing onto the front of his jacket, golden buttons pressing tightly against your palm. “ say one more word, and I'll shave your head in your sleep. ”

paul's eyes widened at the threat — usually he wouldn't take your words to heart, he'd laugh them off, but his hair was precious to him and you looked pissed. that's why he gulped, shaking his head in a nod. “ okay, okay! ” he pulled himself away, yanking your hands off of his front. “ jeez.. saw-rry, ms pissy. ”

you huffed in irritation. marko, who was nearby reading a comic, burst into a small fit of snickers from seeing paul so scared. you were just a mere human; what real damage could you actually do?

“ I know what you're thinking, ” you shot his way, giving the other male an annoyed look. “ and if you want to find out what I'm capable of, go ahead and piss me off. ”

marko's hands shot up in surrender, the comic dropping. “ hey, ” his green-blue eyes flickered to you, lips twisting in an upwards pointed position. “ I didn't do anything, baby cakes. I'm on your side, here. ”

the nickname made your eye twitch, but you didn't say anything.

just as you were about to retort though, laddie came running back into the room, “ y/n!! ” he laughed, grinning wide. “ look! I found some of star's old hair-clips! ”

blinking, you snatched your gaze away from the diabolical duo, pinning your now curious eyes onto the two clips laddie held. paul saw that as his ticket to flea, so he did.

one was a bronze, metal clip with glittery, silver stars decorating the center. it was plain, but pretty, and definitely something you could see star wearing.

the other one was one of those snap-clips. it was black, a small paper-like butterfly complimenting the tip. it looked old, the way the black paint was chipping off the end, the little ornament barely hanging on. still, you thought it was cute — it probably looked more durable when she first got it.

“ I'm guessing you're using those in my hair? ” you raised a brow, giving laddie a playful grin. no surprise that you had quickly calmed down. despite being mad about your hair, there's no way you had it in you to take it our on the kid. he was just an innocent sweetheart.

“ yep! ” laddie chirped, only to skid his way behind your sitting form once more. you felt his small hands place themselves among the sides of your head, only to reposition your head, until you were looking forward once again. “ now hold still! ”

you sighed, but smiled to yourself. looks like you'd have to risk your hair to make him happy... oh well.

but, that smile of yours quickly vanished as you saw paul and marko on the couch, looking at you, holding in their laughter.

oh, you're definitely killing them later.

hi, enjoy this since I've been gone for fucking decades.

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animesmolbean · 22 days

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Hope you enjoy it! ♥️

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Chapter 2: Training

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The pair were walking in the Atreides hangers, hand in hand. They finished their business with the ceremony and were happy to have time to themselves now.

(Your Name) was messing with Paul's hair which was now a little messier. “While you look good with your hair pushed out of your face, you look better with messy hair.”

Paul chuckled. “Thanks.”

They get to the hangers and see a familiar ship arrive inside the docking lobby. The childhood best friends shared a knowing look. (Your Name) ran towards the ship, smiling widely; her actions making Paul smile fondly.

“Duncan!” The girl yelled in excitement.

The said guy's head lifted up at the sound of the voice, before a smile stretched onto his face when he saw who was sprinting towards him. “(Your Name), my girl!”

She jumped into Duncan's arms, causing the man to lift her up, holding her in a hug. He placed her back on the ground afterwards.

“Look at you! All big and strong now!” He placed his hand on top of the girl's head.

(Your Name) smiled widely. “I do my best.”

Duncan laughed loudly, ruffling the girl's hair, messing it up a little; she didn't mind. Duncan then turned to see Paul standing there with them.

“Paul, my boy!” Duncan brought him into a side hug, which Paul returned. (Your Name) smiled at two of her most precious people.

“I'll let you two catch up. I have some training to do.” (Your Name) told the boys as she waved at them with a big smile as she walked away. As she did, she didn't notice the dreamy expression and smile on Paul's face.

Duncan chuckled knowingly, “Still haven't told her, huh?”

Paul let out a soft scoff, feeling his cheeks heat up, “Uh, Uh, um… well-” He shook his head, ridding himself of his flustered state and asked, “So, you're going to Arrakis tomorrow, with the advance team?”

Duncan pushed hair out of his face, and nodded, “Yes, I am going to Arrakis tomorrow with the advance team.”

“I'd like you to take me with you.” Paul stated, watching Duncan put equipment away.

“You would?”

Paul nodded.

“That's too bad, cause no.” Duncan denied, lightly hitting Paul's arm as he went to his ship.

“Duncan…” Paul sighed.

“Are you trying to get me court-martial? Plus, I don't think (Your Name) would be alright with you going.” Duncan stated as he started fixing his ship, opening a panel.

“Can I trust you with something?” Paul asked.

“Always. You know that.”

Paul was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I've been having dreams… about (Your Name)... Arrakis and the Freman…”

“Okay so?” Duncan asked, not fully understanding.

“I saw you. With the Freman.” Paul added.

Duncan turned hearing this and smiled “So I do find them? There you go. That's a good omen right there, right?” He went back to working.

But Paul wasn't finished.

“He looked down at the floor before continuing, “I saw you lying dead. Fallen in battle. I felt like if me and (Your Name) had been there, you'd be alive.”

Duncan paused his work, hearing Paul's words. He walked up to the younger male, “First off, I'm not gonna die.”

“You're not taking me seriously-”

“That's why you wanna come with me?” Duncan interrupted, placing a hand on Paul's shoulder. “Listen, dreams make great stories, but everything important happens when we're awake, because that's where we make things happen.”

Duncan squeezed Paul's arms, “Look at you, put on some muscles?”

“I did?” Paul asked, looking at his arms.

“No.” Duncan replied, shooting down Paul's hopes. He turned and started to walk away but turned around as he did to say, “Hey, see you in Arrakis, my boy.” He walked a bit further away, turned his head and yelled, “And hurry up and tell (Your Name) how you feel! Nothing will happen if you don't! I have a feeling she likes you too!”

Paul's eyes went wide at this, looking around to see if anyone - specifically (Your Name) - heard that. Luckily, (Your Name) wasn't here. The brown haired boy gave Duncan a glare and walked away quickly, embarrassed.

Duncan laughed at this.

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Paul was walking down the hallways after a talk with his father outside. He changed into different clothes and headed to the training room. Once he got there, the male heard noises coming from inside.

He walked into the room and saw (Your Name) in clothes similar to his, training. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her; he loved watching her train.

She slashed at the practice dummy with her sword multiple times, jumping and spinning a little, landing another slash before she landed back onto her feet. She moved with fluidity, like some sort of magic was helping her move. But for as long as Paul could remember, she always was this agile.

“Look at you go.” Paul's deep voice made (Your Name) pause and turn around, seeing her best friend standing by the door.

“Oh, hey Paul.” She wiped the sweat on her face with a towel and walked over to the weapons on the table. “Want to have a match again?”

This offer made Paul smirk, walking over to the center of the training room. “Sure lovely, let's hope you win this time.” He teased.

(Your Name) scoffed and got into a fighting stance, “You wish I'd lose, pretty boy.”

Paul got into a fighting stance as well, “All right. Come on. Show me what you got.” He taunted.

The girl narrowed her eyes at him, running forward to attack. She aimed a punch at his stomach which he blocked, but used her other hand to strike at his face. Paul swiftly dodged the attack and punched her stomach.

(Your Name) grunted, backing away after the punch. She clenched her teeth and swung her leg towards his legs to knock him down. However, Paul anticipated this and jumped up, dodging. (Your Name) tried to lunge and grab his legs while he recovered from jumping, but Paul backed away in time, making the girl fall forward. She got up, getting into position again.

“Ready to give up yet?” Paul taunted her again. He loved teasing her, knowing she was incredibly strong. She was just holding back because she loved and adored Paul and didn't want to hurt him.

“No way.” She grunted, clenching her teeth again. Paul ran towards her, about to attack. Tired of playing nice, she dodged Paul's attack and ran towards the table, and jumped on. Paul went after her and (Your Name) took the chance to place her hands on his shoulders and flip over him. Once she landed, she quickly turned and kicked a surprised Paul in his lower back.

The young man groaned and turned, seeing his friend playfully smiling. Paul let out a playful scoff and ran towards her again, throwing a punch. This time, she ducked and quickly crawled behind him before jumping onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

Paul stumbled around with the new weight on his back, trying to shake the girl off of him. He eventually did, making her fall onto her back. When he launched to attack, (Your Name) took this chance to use her legs and placed her feet on Paul's stomach and with all her strength, she pushed him up while simultaneously flipping him and kicking him up. Paul wasn't expecting this move. He landed on his back with a groan in pain. Before he could get back up, (Your Name) quickly got up and straddled Paul's waist, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to keep him from using his hands.

The two of them were panting softly. (Your Name) smirked playfully. “See? I won this time.”

Paul leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against the side of the girl's neck. The sudden action surprised her, making her loosen her grip on his wrists. Paul took this chance to free himself and grabbed her waist, knowing it was one of her weak spots. (Your Name) gasped softly, tensing up. He switched their positions, and now (Your Name) was on the ground with Paul straddling her waist and her hands pinned above her head.

(Your Name) blinked once, then twice, before letting out a defeated groan when she realized what happened. “Oh come on…”

Paul smirked at his accomplishment and leaned down, close to her ear, “Guess I really do have an effect on you.” He rasped, his lips caressing the shell of her ear, like he was about to kiss the area.

(Your Name) let out a soft, high-pitched gasp at the feeling. Paul laughed and pulled away, pressing a kiss onto her forehead before getting off of her.

She sat up, a blush on her cheeks, and panting softly. She glared at her best friend. “You cheater!”

Paul laughed, shrugging his shoulders, before he helped her up. “There's no such thing as a fair fight.” He teased, poking her waist. (Your Name) let out a yelp, covering her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. Paul chuckled in amusement as he went to the weapons table.

(Your Name) sat off to the side. She watched Paul choose a weapon, and went over to the practice dummy.

Time went by, Paul was still practicing by himself. (Your Name) sat nearby, watching him, a soft smile on her face. She couldn't help but think he looked so attractive while training.

“Don't stand with your back to the door. How many times do I have to tell you?” A strict voice spoke as they asked into the room.

(Your Name) scratched the back of her head sheepishly, recognizing the voice of one of her favorite mentors.

“We could tell it was you by your footsteps, Gurney Halleck.” Paul shot back as he continued practicing.

“Someone might imitate my stride.” Gurney fired back, placing weapons down onto the table.

Deciding to speak up, (Your Name) got up from where she was sitting, “We know the difference. Are you the new weapons master?” She asked. She poured a glass of water and offered it to Paul, who whispered a “Thanks.”

“With Duncan Idaho gone, I must make do as best as I can,” Gurney removed his jacket, “Choose your blade.”

“I had quite a day, Gurney. Give us a song instead.” Paul spoke before drinking his water.

Gurney threw a blade and it went into the side of the table, nearly missing Paul. (Your Name) flinched in surprise. Paul peeked over his shoulder, “That's rude.”

His eyes went wide when Gurney came to attack him. He quickly dodged the blade. Gurney got into a fighting stance, swinging his blade before activating the device around his wrist, turning on his shield. Paul followed suit and turned his on too.

(Your Name) watched the men fight. Paul was getting some good attacks in and defending himself from Gurney’s attacks very well.

“Come on. Come on.” Gurney urged the boy.

“Old man.” Paul taunted back in a low voice.

Gurney tilted his head at the taunt, swinging his blade forward at Paul's, who blocked it with his own, and once again, they were back into it.

(Your Name) would never say this out loud or tell anyone, but she loved watching Paul fight. Dear God, he looked so attractive.

The fight continued until Paul tripped over Gurney with his leg and got down to where the older man was holding his blade to his throat, the shield beeping and turning red.

“I have you.”

(Your Name) suppressed a shiver at the sound of Paul's gruff tone.

“Aye.” Gurney grunted, Buy look down, my lord. You'd have joined me in death.”

Paul looked down to see the blade near his stomach, his shield red as well, and returned his gaze to the old man.

“I see you found the mood.”

(Your Name) walked over and helped Gurney up and took the weapons from the mens’ hands and placed them back onto the table.

“How about you fight (Your Name)? Paul suggested, a small smirk on his face.

Gurney scoffed, walking over to said girl and placing a hand on top of her head, “And get my ass handed to me? No, thank you.” He sounded like he spoke from experience.

(Your Name) giggled and crossed her arms. The look on her face said, ‘Good. You know your place’. Gurney chuckled at her and ruffled her hair.

“Will it be that bad?” Paul asked Gurney.

“You don't get it, do you? You both,” Gurney glanced at (Your Name) who was listening too, “Don't really understand the grave nature of what's happening to us. For eighty years, Arrakis belonged to House Harkonnen. Eighty years of owning the spice fields. Can you imagine the wealth?”

The older male moved directly in front of Paul, “In your eyes, I need to see it in your eyes. You never met Harkonners before. I have. They are not human. They're brutal! Not to mention the occasional sightings of small demons with them. They're just as brutal!”

(Your Name) flinched at the sound of his voice becoming louder. Paul just stated at Gurney with a hard expression.

“You guys have to be ready.”

Gurney placed his hands on Paul's jaw, then removed them a few seconds later. He went over to (Your Name), patting her shoulder before leaving the training room, leaving the childhood best friends alone. (Your Name) looked at Paul, shyly playing with her necklace again.

Paul walked over to the girl and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. (Your Name) instinctively wrapped her arms around Paul's torso.

“Let's go back to my room. We need to rest.” Paul's raspy whispers reached her ear.

(Your Name) suppressed another shiver and nodded. “Okay.” She whispered.

The two pulled away and headed back to Paul's room, hand in hand.

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whenlostinthedarkness · 7 months

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Afterglow: Chapter 1 - What I Want

Leader Singer!Reader x Lead Guitarist!Ellie Williams

Summary: You and your band, This Way To Jackson, are headlining your very first tour across the US. Dina, the bass & keys player, Jesse the drummer, Ellie the lead guitarist, and you, the lead singer and back up guitarist, are finally living out the dream you've all always wanted.

Warnings: Some mentions of past relationship drama, but I think that's it.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This chapter introduces the band and the vibe/energy of their live shows. You also get some background into how the band started as well as reader & Ellie's relationship prior to their breakup. Highly suggest listening to What I Want by MUNA to get fully immersed in the experience…and because it’s a great song lol. Listen here.

Chapter Two >>

The lights, the crowd cheering loudly, the fast paced backstage area as you and your band, This Way To Jackson, made your usual walk in unison to side stage ; you found you never grew tired of this high-like feeling.

The moment the crowd started buzzy with anticipation, your mind switched from day-to-day you, to stage persona you. In order to maintain this feeling of energy and excitement, you kept your body bouncing on the balls of your feet, amping yourself up for tonights show that would start in a mere minute or two.

A soft tap on your shoulder took you out of your thoughts as you spun around, coming face to face with your tour manager Annalise.

Silently, you smiled before turning around to get your ritual two second shoulder rub from her and whispers of good luck that she liked to spread around to each member of your band ever since you all had your first show after getting signed to a label.

After Annalise gave her words and a light pat to your back, you turned back around, coming face to face with the other two members of the band-Dina, Jesse, and Ellie-as you all huddled in closer to one another as you prepared for your other infamous nightly ritual of yelling something obscene that usually had nothing to do with the situation at hand, yet always got a big wave of positive energy out of each of you.

You lowered your in-ear so it rested limply along the side of your face as you moved your hand into the center of the circle you and your bandmates had made. One by one, Dina, Jesse, and Ellie followed as you all looked up with smiling faces at one another as you stood in a circle.

"Your turn Ellie," you shouted above the loud chants of the crowd that were just beyond the small entry way that was formed by the steel stage brackets.

Ellie nodded as everyone brought their heads in even closer to each other as the waiting in anticipation for tonights chant began.

"Alright...When I say tits-“

Your expression read “dear god” before Ellie could even finish her statement with that look of mischievous pride in her face.

“-you say ass! Got it?", Ellie finished.

There was a small pause after Ellies outrageous idea of a chant that you knew she had spent precious time conjuring up in her mind-too much time in fact. All of you shared knowing looks and childish grins and giggles before Ellie shouted the start of the chant.

"Tits?"

"Ass!"

"Tits?"

Ass!"

The chant went on for a couple more rounds, all of you screaming the words 'tits' and 'ass' back and forth and moving your hands up and down in unison before giving one final bump of your hands in the air. With an expression of joy on your lips and in your eyes, all of you shook your hands in the air in a jazz hands motion before ending the before-show huddle with a round of applause from all of you.

"How long did it take you to think of that one?"

Ellie turned around at the sound of your voice, just after picking up her trusty red Les Paul and situating the guitar strap around her shoulder.

"You're just jealous I thought of it first," she mused with a shit eating grin while grabbing the guitar pick that was in her hand and sticking it in between her lips as she made one last tuning adjustment to her instrument.

With a soft smile and light brush of your hand along the bare skin of Ellie's arm, you sat off to the side to allow the other members in the band to take their places before you made your grand entrance.

The venues lights turned from a dimmed, warmth shade of orange, to completely black, making the screams of the crowd take over the noise within the 5,000 capacity venue that was full of people that were all there to see you and your band perform on your next stop of a sold out tour.

The deep one note bass of the pre-recorded entrance music began in time with the bright blue stage lights, causing the crowd to grow even more in volume. Most attendees were either watching in amazement, reach for their phones to record or take a photo, or doing a combination of both. You always found it intriguing how these people were anxiously attempting to record a once in a lifetime memory on their phones, meanwhile this was your job. This was your dream that you got to live out all while taking your your best friends along for the ride.

A rush of joy came over you, making you grin from ear to ear just as your band came to stand inches away from the stage left entrance.

"Go get em", you yelled over the music as they began their decent into the dark fog filled stage.

You knew their shadows must've become visible through the man made smoke as the yells from the crowd turned into full on screams. This energy made every single one of the band members get drunk and full on this feeling of being desired for an art form each of them loved doing.

Dina took her place first, stage right, with her bass in hand as she stood behind the keyboard and microphone. Jesse followed directly behind her and took a seat at the elevated drum kit that had the bands logo printed largely on the kick drum. Last, but certainly not lease, following directly behind Jesse was Ellie with her electric guitar in hand as she took stage left, directly behind the microphone stand that was fitted to her height perfectly.

Dina started things off by holding her fingers down on the keys, creating a chord that vibrated throughout the spacious venue as the lighting shifted along with each note, making the music come to life in visual form.

It was like the venue was alive with a thriving pulse as the stage lights became brighter, giving a clear view of each of the musicians as they were firmly set in their places on the stage.

Before you made your entrance at every show, you couldn't help but peak over to get a glance at the crowd full of various faces. It was absolute insanity to you that this many people with this many separate lives had all somehow made their way into this venue to congregate over a common interest. The fact that it was your band that was the common interest of these literal thousands of people from all over the country truly never sunk into your head as reality. Your bandmates would agree with you without falter.

As your eyes scanned the crowd, one particular face caught your eye. A girl stood at the barricade, who was undeniably attractive, even from the long distance and obscured view of the brightness of lights and smoke. She held a white medium poster that said, "Ellie can I have your guitar pic?" with a few hearts adoring the written words.

You felt it again. That fucking dropping feeling in your chest that you hated to admit existed, in fact you loved to pretend what you were feeling was nothing out of the ordinary...but who knows. You had a show to put on and didn't have to deal with this feeling this time around-something you were extremely thankful for.

Now, the band was in full swing as each of the members- Dina, Jesse, & Ellie, began playing the chord heavy intro music that never failed to get the crowd excited for the rest of the evenings performance.

Right on cue, the heavy music came to a near halt, except for the catchy, disco-like beat that was familiarly in their song 'What I Want'.

This was your cue.

The crowds voices rose, igniting a level of validation and nerves and confidence all swirling into one as you made your way onto the stage for the first time that night with both of your arms raised in the air.

You'd never know, and Ellie thought you would never care, about how much she loved watching you come on to the stage every single night. The sheer, raw joy on your face as walked or skipped or danced out with confidence and looked out into that crowd always made a massive smile appear on Ellie's face and an internal leap form in her heart. One that she too liked to pretend didn't exist..maybe it was just a friendly gesture.

Ellie didn't think she would ever get over how the band started with you and her in your dorm; an acoustic guitar in her hands and a pen in yours. Granted things were very different now than it was back then. Now, you were playing to thousands of people on a nightly basis, back then, you were lucky if you could get 5 people, who weren't drunk of their ass, to catch your open mic performance.

Back then you and Ellie were also reveling in the 'helplessly in love college students' feeling and attached to the hip..now, one could still say you both were attached at the hip, but a lack of commitment on Ellie's end and frustration on yours eliminated the kissing and any hope for romance in both of your future together. Now, you were just friends..and Ellie had a girlfriend who she loved very much.

As you made it to center stage, standing directly behind the microphone and straight down the middle of a bright pink light, you felt alive. It was like your exact purpose in life was to do the very thing you were currently doing as your lips graced the very top of the microphone and your hand wrapped around the bottom of it to steady yourself. The second you sang the first word, thousands of voices joined in as you all created a harmonious chorus together.

Your bright smile covered your face as you looked out into the sea of people. Some dancing, some yelling, some standing still and observing the every move of your band for the first time.

Meanwhile, as you looked out of the corner of your eye, glancing from the left to the right, you could make out each of the band members on either side of you. All of you synced together in rhythm as you moved along to the upbeat song that was born to blare at 2am in a gay bar.

Suddenly, Ellie came clear into view on your left side as she simultaneously walked in front of her microphone stand and played her instrument, until she was stopped just at the edge of the stage. Your lips moved along to the words of the song that was basically muscle memory at this point, as your concentration was soon taken over by something else-someone else.

The screams on stage left grew significantly louder as Ellie’s fingers remained strumming on her guitar while she peered out into the crowd of adoring fans.

Ellie was definitely seen as the most popular member of the group, something you honestly didn’t look too far into because you recognized why. Her energy was contagious on stage as she always moved along with the music, gave the appropriate amount of attention to the audience, and knew when to play it up on stage with her other band members in order to gain a positive reaction from the crowd.

While you had been got in a trance like stage, Dina had moved out from behind her keyboard and over to you as she gently nudged you with her hip. With wide eyes, you were suddenly brought back while Dina looked at you curiously, mouthing 'you okay', to which you nodded and masked a smile on your previously straight lined lips.

As the crowd screamed the pre chorus lyric “Thats Just What I Want!” back at you, you found yourself back to being fully aware of your surroundings and back to being one with your stage person..not whoever that person was.

Infectiously, your body moved along with the music as you jumped around the stage while singing the chorus to the queer joy power anthem. Your body first took you to stage right as you sang to the crowd, spending extra time with them to make the performance personal. Then, you made your way to stage left, making eye contact with Ellie as you took the nearly skipping steps over in her direction.

Taking the hint, Ellie moved backwards and in towards the center of the stage, allowing you to move in front of her so you could sing to the concert attendees on the opposite side of the stage.

She watched the way your leathered outfit hugged your form as you jumped to the words of the chorus, but she never let herself linger for too long. It wasn't a secret to others that you and Ellie used to date, she wasn't one to stir that drama up even if she was admiring you in a not so friendly way.

Either way, it was harmless. You were her ex girlfriend so of course, if she found you attractive back then, she was still going to find you attractive now. Especially if you weren't the one who ruined the relationship in the first place-she had zero bad blood to hold above your head.

As the last chord of the song was hit, all of you stood on that stage with smiles on your faces as you attempted to catch all of your breaths. The vibrations of the screaming and applauding crowd hit each one of you and intertwined with the bass of your instruments.

This feeling never got old, and neither of you could ever imagine getting use to it or anything coming in between that dream.

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Pregnancy Nights

You couldn’t sleep, this was your second night in a roll where you would toss and turn but no sleep would come your way. Your back hurts, it got to the point where you couldn’t even handle laying down.

You were seven months pregnant, and laying down or even getting comfortable was starting to be difficult for you. Your husband was beside you in a deep sleep, he too has issues falling asleep but that’s due to sometimes getting nightmares, so you definitely weren’t about to wake him up.

You carefully slide out of bed, grab your cell phone and make sure the nightlight coming from the restroom is still bright enough for him. You then poke your head into your daughter's bedroom to see she was laying on her tummy, arms spread out wide, just like her father.

Before you made it to the living room, your stomach started growling, so since it was three in the morning, you decided on a snack.

You made your way into the kitchen and pulled out the jar of dilled pickles, cut it into pieces and sprinkled some tajin on top. You then grabbed a water bottle and made your way into the living room and started watching your comfort show.

******

An hour later Jack is stirring in bed, he’s reaching out for you but feels your spot is empty and cold. That has him sit up and look around the bedroom.

“Babe?” He pushes open the bathroom door completely to see if you were in there. “Y/N?”

He starts making his way downstairs and sees you sitting on the couch with a blanket on your feet. “What are you doing down here?”

You turn to look at him. “Hi, what are you doing awake?”

“I can ask you the same thing babe.” He raises his eyebrows at you and comes to sit down next to you.

“I couldn’t sleep, my back was killing me.”

“So wake me up and we could’ve cuddled.”

You smile at that. “You’ve been working non stop, you need the sleep mi amor.”

“You do too, you’re carrying precious cargo.” He rubs at your belly.

“I tried but I just couldn’t, so I decided to come down here.”

He then turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching. “Babe, I’m starting to think it's the main character you’re obsessed with and not the actual show.”

You smirk “I mean, Jax Teller is really hot.” You were watching Sons of Anarchy, a show you can watch over and over again.

He glares at you. “Hmm.”

You chuckle, “Oh but you can sing a song about Dua Lipa?”

He makes a shocked face expression “You said you loved that song.”

You laugh, “I do, I was trying to make an example.”

He shakes his head “You really do have a thing for white boys though. First was Paul Walker, then this guy.” He points at the tv, “Then me.”

“You’re forgetting Urban.” You tell him teasingly.

He whips his head so quickly to look at you, “You have a crush on Urb? My best friend?”

You shrug “It’s just those lips of his.” You tell him jokingly, but he’s taking it seriously. “That tongue when he’s rolling a joint.”

“Okay stop, no, I don’t want to hear it.”

You stay quiet for a little then he turns to look at you “Do you really have a crush on Urb?”

“I was joking mi amor.” You smile at him.

“Sure you were, now I have to keep you away from my best friend, and I need to find a way to block this series from our tv.” He grabs the remote and turns the tv off.

“Hey, I was watching my other husband.”

“Quit playing, now come on, let's go to bed.” He starts walking you both towards the stairs.

“Who’s playing? I’m not playing,” Your walking up the stairs now. “Charlie Hunnam is my other husband and my baby daddy.” At those words you feel your baby start kicking. You place your hand on your belly “Oww, okay I get it. I was joking.”

Jack smirks “That’s right little man, let her know you don’t like the shit she’s saying.” He’s rubbing at your belly now. “See, he’s already got my back.”

You roll your eyes at that “He’s been doing that lately you know?”

You’re in your bedroom now, Jack is helping you into bed. “Doing what baby?”

“Kicking whenever I play a song of yours, or when I watch some of your old interviews. He recognizes your voice. He even kicks whenever we have little petty fights and I don’t want you near me until I cool down.”

He gets into bed and lays down, pulling you to his chest. “Mia never did that.”

You shake your head. “Our son isn’t even born yet and he’s already team daddy.”

“Thank you.” He tells you, kisses your forehead and places his hand on the bump, something he always does to fall asleep.

“For what?”

“This, our life together, our children. You came into my life and gave me everything I ever wanted in a partner. I’m just lucky to live this with you.”

You look up at him and smile, “It wasn’t an easy road, but it was totally worth it. You make me the happiest woman alive. Our babies and I are lucky to have such a respectful and loving man in our lives.”

“I love you, in and out the stars baby, it’s you and me until the wheels fall off.”

“You can’t make me cry right now Jackman, I love you so much mi amor. I’m forever thankful for you and our children.” You kiss his lips.

“Now, the real question is, will little man get mad if I stick it in real quick?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“JACKMAN!!!!!”

“What? It’s an honest question.”

You shake your head smiling, “You’re not putting that monster inside me right now. Just cuddle me, and sing me a song so I can fall asleep, or you’ll have to deal with a cranky wife later on.”

“Not even a little dry humping?”

“JACK.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to have you yell out.”

“Oh my god.”

“That too.”

You smack his chest. “Stop, let me sleep and then we’ll talk about you making me yell or something.”

He pulls the sheets closer to cover both your bodies. “No more sneaking away from me at nights though, wake me up whenever you can’t sleep.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it, you need your rest as well. But I promise I won’t sneak away.”

“Deal, now turn that ass around so I can rub on that belly and sing your song.”

“You’re such a romantic my love.” You turn the other side, your back to his chest.

“Anything for you.” He starts rubbing at your belly and you don’t even remember if he even sang to you, as soon as you closed your eyes you drifted into a deep sleep.

“Yeah, life is perfect. Te amo.” Jack whispers into your ear and with those words he too falls asleep, his hand never leaving your belly.

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elena-mayfair · 7 months

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Things I cannot have

Batman Day Special

Paring: Batman/Bruce Wayne x f!reader Genre: Thriller, mystery, with elements of slow-burn romance Warnings: somber fluff Summary: In a blissful solitude, away from the noise and distress, away from the struggle and suffering, free from cares and responsibilities, visible to no one. He was happy and he didn't want to hide it. Word count: 1.7K Note: The title picture is from Batman: War on Crime written by Paul Dini and illustrated by Alex Ross

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The darkness of night loomed around him, hiding everything in sight under its veil. On the moonless sky only single stars shone and the light of Gotham's quiet streets could not reach the high roof on which he stopped to enjoy the silence of the city immersed in deep sleep. A fleeting moment of rest, a moment of stillness just before dawn, as the night seemed to slowly give way to morning but still did not yield to its light. A passing minute of absolute silence when the hum of the city faded into hush just before the first ray of sun. His moment of solace. A time of meditation. A precious few fleeting minutes when the city was safe and the responsibilities of the day had not yet caught up with him. A time of peace and silence. A time of solitude. A time of deep breathing as he relaxed all his muscles, and freed all his thoughts disappearing into the darkness around him. He became a shadow.

Standing on the roof of the city's tallest building, he closed his eyes as he listened to the Gotham whispers carried on the wind. He listened to the sound of lonely raindrops falling down on his armor. He listened to the peaceful beating of Gotham's heart. He felt at peace. He breathed deeply feeling his nerves relaxing. He quieted his exhausted mind, slowed his heartbeat letting the cares and worries be taken away by the night. He became silence.

In a blissful solitude, away from the noise and distress, away from the struggle and suffering, free from cares and responsibilities, visible to no one. He became the night.

Yet he was not alone.

A gentle woman's hand slipped into his. Once he was alone here. Once he savored the fleeting silence in complete solitude. Now he listened to the sound of her cloak blowing in the wind right next to his, relished in her warmth close to him, eased into her quiet sigh as she rested her head against his chest and cuddled into him. He enveloped her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"So quiet…" she whispered as if afraid to disturb his silence. He only nodded with a quiet murmur closing his eyes again feeling her arm wrap around him. It was peaceful. Once he would never have thought he could find peace in life.

She didn't say anything. Her quiet breathing gave rhythm to his heart, seeming to meld with the distant Gotham's hum. Her closeness brought solace, filled his stiff body with warmth, and his cold heart with a love he had not known before.

"Penny for your thoughts…"

There was so much he wanted to say to her. So many thoughts to turn into words, so many feelings to turn into actions, he couldn't. In all the languages he knew there were no words that could express how he felt about her. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was looking back. Her shining eyes hidden under the mask gazed at him with love and understanding. They expressed so much. He reached out to gently slide off her head the black hood that hid her smiling face freeing her unruly hair to dance in the wind.

"You are my light…" he whispered and kissed her deeply, "a star in the endless night sky."

"Bruce…" she whispered.

"I am fluent in over twenty languages and in none of them can I find the words to express how much I love you," he embraced her as he swept her off her feet to draw her close and lost himself in her lips, to pour all his love into a kiss. She wrapped her hand around his neck while the other she brought to his cheek, giving herself over to the embrace completely, with each kiss devoting her love to him, with each breath giving him new strength. He loved her. She was his light. He held her close, he held in his arms his entire world. He longed for the moment to last.

"We should head for home…" she whispered against his lips.

"Let's stay a little longer…" he smiled gazing deeply into her eyes.

"Boys are probably up by now. We have to get Damian to school," placing one last gentle kiss she found the ground beneath her feet again, "I'll drive him. You have a board meeting, remember?"

"I remember. I moved it to early afternoon."

"You remember we're going to Jon's game at five? You promised Damian. Besides, I don't want to have to explain us to Lois again."

"We'll make it. We'll take the jet," he smirked.

"Show off," she smirked back.

"Let's go home. Shower, I'll finish the report, you take Damian to school and if nothing happens we'll catch a few hours of sleep."

"At seven-thirty, I want to see you in bed."

"Only if you will be there," he kissed her again, "ready?"

"Always."

He observed her while fear crept into his heart when, without waiting for him, she jumped lightly off the roof to soar into the night. Her cape flew in the darkness disappearing quickly in the distance. He followed after her. The cold wind reawakened his senses as he glided between the buildings, as he watched her launch her grappling hook time and again toward the rooftops to rise above the streets. She didn't have to. She could fly and yet she chose to rise and fall like him. He gained speed and reduced the distance between them. In the darkness of the night, the silver raven wings on her chest glimmered. She chose to wear the symbol of the bird, just like them. She looked at him and from under the cover of her hood he was able to see her radiant smile. He smiled back at her, only she and the silent Gotham were able to see the sincere smile on his face. He was happy and he didn't want to hide it. Not from her. Not from his light.

"I used to wonder what it would be like to have it all. Family. Home. Nothing to hide…"

He watched as a barely discernible blur of pale blue mist spread around her granting lightness to her movements. How it lifted her higher than a line could, how it sent her farther than momentum could, how it made her disappear into the darkness of night. She soared and fell above the city streets, each time moving farther and farther away from him.

"Stay…"

He tried to keep up with her but her power carried her away from his sight. He rose and fell and with each passing moment, the darkness around him seemed to thicken. An implacable blackness in which there was no light, in which fear seemed to pour into his mind and heart stifling his happiness, taking away the warmth she gave him, filling him with cold reason.

"Where are you?"

She disappeared. He stopped on one of the rooftops and looked around cautiously. She was gone. He called her on the intercom but only silence answered him.

"Please no…"

Fear took over him completely. Cold, paralyzing dread. He brought up her signal on the Gotham map displayed on his gauntlet. She was close but he couldn't see her. She was nearby but he couldn't hear her. He was alone in the darkness.

"Where are you?"

A gunshot echoed from afar as his heart froze. He jumped down from the building to follow it. In the narrow alley, he could distinctly smell gunpowder. In the dim light of the street lamp, he could clearly see the bullet shells scattered on the ground. He called out her name but she did not answer. Fear quickened his steps, accelerated his heartbeat as he turned into a back alley hidden away from the light.

"Y/N?"

She was there. Low against the ground. Hunched over. Almost invisible in the gloom. His heart seemed to tear out of his chest as he rushed towards her with a heavy step to grab her by the arm and turn her to face him.

"He tried to rob some girl," she glanced at him while holding the unconscious man to the ground with her knee and tying his hands together, "she ran away."

He merely grabbed her, gently lifted her to her feet, and pulled her close. In his arms she was safe, his light had not faded.

"Don't ever do that again…"

"Do what? My job?"

"Don't leave…"

"My heart, I'm not going anywhere."

Bruce opened his heavy eyes trying to catch a grasp on reality again. The dreamy images seemed to still linger clearly as he disorientedly struggled to pull himself back to reality.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred's hand shook him gently, "Master Bruce are you alright?"

"Alfred…" his heart pounded in his chest, "yes, I must have drifted off," he muttered sitting up straight in his chair and focusing his eyes on the computer screen.

"You were dreaming, sir. This is quite unlike you."

"Indeed it is," he rubbed his tired eyes trying to chase away the dream, "could I trouble you for a cup of strong coffee?"

"Right away, sir."

"Thank you, Alfred."

"Master Bruce?"

"Yes, Alfred?"

"What were you dreaming of if I may ask?"

"It does not matter…" he sighed heavily.

"If you say so, sir."

The images lingered. Still clear in his mind, still filling him with warmth as they seemed clearer than the reality around him. Hopeful, they brought a faint smile to his face.

"I was dreaming about things I cannot have."

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skxllz · 6 months

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(I'm listening to thick skull by paramore ft julien baker as I write this)

tw; depression, depressive episode, psychotic break

raindrops pelted bluntly against the glass of the window, splattering like the cold blood of a dead animal.

“ have you ever felt... sad? ”

marko looked up at you from the book he held - the diary. your diary. he had swiped it from your vanity when he first entered your room. now, he was lying on the futon across the room; just lined up right from your bed. “ what? ” the blonde asked, confusion lacing his tone. his brows were even knitted together.

“ sad. ” your voice held an empty undertone to it while you sat upon your window's sil, a perfect spot to sit and watch the show fall in the winter. but as of right now, you were busy watching the rain splat against the ground, the gloominess of the weather fitting the foggy look behind your eyes perfectly. “ have you ever been sad, ‘ko? ”

marko slowly turned his head to looked at you, then. his neck was craned backwards, so to him, you looked as if you were upside down. his arms lowered to rest the open diary against his chest. “ where is this coming from, babe? ”

you had been a little off the entire time he was here, but he didn't think anything of it. you often had mood swings, sudden emotional changes - he thought, maybe, it was one of those nights.

he was right, but very wrong.

you had run out of medication the day prior.

“ I feel as if I want to jump out the window. ” you spoke coldly, eyes fleeting between the ground and your shaky hands. “ I just... I don't want to be sad anymore. It's like a permanent epiphany. ” your lips had begun to quiver, finger tips curling inwards, until the dull ends of your nails were digging into your palm.

instantly, marko rolled off of the couch, only to stride quickly over to you until he was kneeled by your side.

he went to speak, but you did before he could, “ I feel as if I'm realizing, all the time, I'll never get better. ” a shaky inhale was taken, while you stared down at your bare feet. your toes were turning purple from the cold; such bad blood circulation you had. “ these thoughts will never go away, they'll always be here. I'll always be here; struggling to accept that I'm not worthy of living, or— ”

“ baby- angel. ” your teary eyes turned onto marko as he grabbed your hand closest to him. his expression bores pain and concern; those usual happy, gleaming eyes of his holding nothing but hurt now. “ stop, ” the blonde spoke softly, the usual playfulness of his tone gone. it weighed down with raw wariness. his other hand -that had been pinned to his knee- reached up to cup over the chilly back of your hand. you felt so cold...

“ firstly, you know I hate when you talk about yourself that way. ” you didn't say anything to that. instead, you avoided eye contact- but marko forced you to look at him again by squeezing your wrist. his hues were stern; but not a scary stern, more concerned. “ secondly, you're not unworthy of living. you're the most precious thing in this world- to me. to david, dwayne, paul. even michael. ”

a beat of silence passes, before marko continues speaking, “ which leaves me wondering why you'd think such a thing, let alone say it out loud. ”

you were quiet, not wanting to speak anymore. your thoughts were everywhere- so were you. It was terrifying, so terrifying. what if he'd hate you? what if he currently does, and is just dealing with you? so many possibilities- so, so many.

“ y/n. ” blinking, your mind cleared just enough... just enough to look up, and see your mate sitting directly in front of you. he squeezed himself into the other side of the windowsill. even though he looked cramped, even though it was humorous, you still didn't crack not even a smile.

“ don't get caught up in your head again.. ” marko whispered, now taking ahold of your other hand. he squeezed them both.

it was such a small gesture, but your favorite source of comfort. you loved hand holding; he knew this. marko was trying to ground you.

“ .. that's hard... ” you mumbled back, eyes darting, “ so very hard. I'm scared, marko. ” you still couldn't look directly into his eyes. he noticed, but didn't comment on it.

“ babydoll, ” his frame shifted so that he could become more comfortable. then, he learned down, pressing a kiss to the back of each of your hands. “ I'm here.. ” each of his thumbs locked over your fingers, only to gently massage them; slowly working downwards. “ I'll always he here. I won't go anywhere - not while you're like this. ”

“ but- ” you panicked almost immediately. more tears stung your eyes as you bolted forward; knees tucking under your behind. “ you'll still leave? ” a sniffle broke through. “ even after I'm better? ”

marko frowned, his eyes widening. he had realized his mistake. “ no! ” he was quick, moving his arms to wrap around your waist. your body trembled, but he still moved to lift you until you were in his lap. “ no, never. ”

lifting your legs, you maneuvered them over his thighs, only to wrap them around his waist. he glanced down momentarily- but then his gaze was right back on your tear stained, blotchy cheeks. “ angel... ” you slowly, but finally lifted your head to look up at him. a smile managed it's way onto his lips. “ I'll never leave. not in your darkest moments, not in your lightest. I'll always be around. we'll always be here for you. ”

slight disbelief lingered in your eyes, he could see it. but... he knew, as well, you were thinking it over. “ do you promise? ” your voice came out as quiet as a mouse, an edge to it- but, thankfully he could hear you.

marko grinned. “ I promise. ” he held out a pinky towards you; other arm keeping a secure hold. “ pinky promise. ”

you sniffled once more, but managed your own small smile.

lifting your hand, you hooked your pinky with his. “ pinky promise. ”

“ good girl.. ” marko kissed your forehead tenderly, letting his eyes fall shut.

“ there's no need to ever feel scared, princess... your family will always be by your side to scare those monsters away. ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #tw: depressive thoughts #tw: depressive episode

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latelyanobsession · 2 years

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She’s A Runner - Part One

summary Billy has become quite taken with you. But you want him off your back ASAP. You’ve heard all the rumors. He’s not something you want to be involved with. So why can’t you get him out of your hair?

warnings references to past sexual assault, past trauma/abuse, cursing, trauma response behavior

word count 1,307

note Title inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner.

Find Prologue Here

As always feedback is much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

You sat in your car a little while longer, enjoying the warmth before having to face the bracing cold. A smile was creeping across your lips.

Today is Thursday. No History. No Chemistry.

No Billy.

You contently snuggled back in the driver’s seat, letting your eyes rest. Pulling your scarf in a little tighter. There was still a good twenty minutes left before you would need to head inside. Today was going to be a good day.

At least you thought so until you were startled from your daydream by the loud and abrupt whine of a car horn in your ears.

Looking out the driver’s side window you saw him pull in next to you, a smirk pricking his lips. You groaned and threw your head back against the headrest.

What did I ever do to deserve this?

You quickly exited your car making a break for the school. Billy was quick to catch up with you, a pleased look on his face.

He opened the school doors for you. You walked through without thanking him.

“Your Wheaties got you in a good mood this morning?” you questioned cautiously.

He followed you all the way to your locker, leaning on the one adjacent to yours as you picked out your books for the day.

“Better... my spot was open.” he quipped.

You rolled your eyes. This again.

Had you purposely given him his precious spot back? Yes. But he didn’t know it took you a good ten minutes of idling and arguing with yourself to be convinced to pull one slot over.

He didn’t need to know this. You just wanted peace. To be left alone.

This plan was failing.

“Can’t you be somebody else’s headache for the day?” you complained, eyeing him hotly.

He chuckled, pulling your Literature book from your hands.

Going to reach for it, he held it up and away from your grasp. He leaned in taunting you to try further.

“Billy I need that for first period...” you protested with one last attempt.

He artfully slid his other arm around your waist, bringing the textbook back within your reach.

The halls were starting to fill with morning activity and other students.

Your skin was rippling with heat, your face flushing with color. You couldn’t meet his gaze. He had you.

He laughed softly, running his freehand up the length of your arm.

This was way too easy, he thought.

“Come out with me this weekend.” he stated. Not asked.

Continuing to avoid his eyes you shoved the book into your backpack.

“No.”

His arm loosened around you, his eyes softening in surprise.

“No?” he repeated.

Wriggling free of him you shut your locker and started walking away.

“Wait a sec...” he trailed after you.

You rounded on him, laying a digit square in his chest.

“I may not get out much Billy Hargrove. ...I may not party or raise hell like some of the others here. But I have ears. And I’m not about to fall for your bullshit.”

“No.” you repeated sternly, walking into your classroom.

The bell rang.

You had been looking forward to a Billy-free day but now you felt like a guilty asshole.

Was that too harsh? Nah. He’ll never get if I don’t put my foot down now.

Your mind was not in your work. You were staring into space half the day.

You were in your own little world.

Skipping out on lunch you found yourself by the gym, the shuffling and squeaking of sneakers bringing you back to earth.

Leaning in the doorway you looked in on the practice.

You smiled softly, a lot of familiar faces. Steve. Bob. Paul. The pick up game was running new players against those already on the varsity team. One of them was really good. You couldn’t quite tell who he was, but he had the supplest ass you’d ever seen.

You crossed your arms and watched with deepening interest.

He was a force. Crowding Steve, not ceding a single inch. Down Steve went. The ball was in play as this star player ran to make an alley oop to the basket.

You clapped loudly in approval, as he turned with a triumphant smile on his face.

It was Billy.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You froze. He couldn’t have looked more pleased to see you than in that moment. Coated in a sheen of sweat, panting, his tongue darting out between his lips. He looked positively feral.

You wanted to run but you felt rooted to the spot. He was coming towards you.

Too late to run.

Glowing, he stood in front of you. Smirking. Knowingly.

“I didn’t know you played” you said sheepishly.

He nodded, leaning on the doorframe.

You were stuck in your own mess.

“That was a great play.” you motioned at the court.

He casually looked over his shoulder, and then back at you.

“Not falling for my bullshit already are you?” he jeered.

Your cheeks were heating up, you hated how he flustered you so easily.

The fifth period bell sounded.

Breaking eye contact, you grabbed up your bag and walked off.

“Catch you later, firecracker!” he called after you.

You turned and looked at him curiously as he gave you a flirtatious wave before heading back into the gym.

Firecracker?

You pulled your lips in to stifle the smile you felt coming on.

Is he being genuine or is this all just going to blow up in my face?

You didn’t want to think about that for the moment. For now you just wanted to revel in the overwhelming giddy and fuzzy feeling that was bubbling up inside you.

If you weren’t worried about looking like an idiot you may have just skipped your way to your next class. But you didn’t.

The school day finished and you were glad for it. Your head was swimming with emotions that you hadn’t felt in a long time and you wanted to even out if you had any chance of keeping yourself grounded.

Luckily Billy wasn’t hovering at your locker. A great sigh leaving your body as you packed up and headed to the parking lot.

Snow was starting to fall in light flakes. A stronger storm was forecast for tomorrow morning and a snow day was probably being called in.

Getting into your car you shut the door and turned the ignition.

Putt-putt-putt-putt

The car wouldn’t start. You looked at the gauges on the dashboard, everything looked fine. You turned the key again.

The engine continued to sputter.

You tried again. Nothing. The engine wouldn’t turn over.

A tap on your window. It was Billy.

“Wassa matter?” He looked mildly concerned.

“It won’t start” you said in frustration.

“Lemme have a look.”

You got out of the car. He popped the hood. He looked around, walked back to the driver’s seat and tried the ignition.

Nothing.

“Your gas line’s frozen”

You rubbed your face in frustration.

Slamming the hood shut, Billy handed you your keys.

“Well Firecracker? Looks like you need a ride.” he announced.

You pulled your coat tight, tucking your scarf around your ears.

“I’ll walk.” you said stubbornly.

Pulling your bag out of your car, Billy placed it in his camaro.

Raising his eyebrow he looked at you.

“You’re not walking.” he retorted.

“I am.” you asserted.

You both knew you lived five miles aways and the snow was picking up.

He opened the passenger door.

You eyed him warily.

He rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Will you please get in? I promise I won’t pull anything.”

You locked eyes.

He truly seemed concerned about you dying on the way home in a snow bank.

“Fine.” you pouted.

You slid into the seat as he shut the door and came around to the driver’s side.

“You live on Birch, right?”

He started the engine.

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alrightbuckaroo · 4 months

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Thanks for the tags @jesuisici33, @strandnreyes, and @reyesstrand!

Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you're most excited about.

Bear with me, this is a long one, most are listed under the cut

January

wedding bell blues

“I mean, how do we even bring it up?” Marjan asks, eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, sorry your engagement fell apart, by the way we brought Catan.” She shrugs. “Seems a little less than empathetic.”

leave all your worries on the dance floor

“Oh my god,” TK’s eyes widen. “Do I have two left feet?”

Carlos smiles sympathetically, “Baby, I thought you knew.”

you go your way I'll go your way too

“You sure you don’t want anything else to eat?” TK looks down at the bottle of water in Carlos’ hand. Carlos is sitting across from him, they’re in the sleeping quarters away of the firehouse away from everyone. Carlos hasn’t stopped thinking about it; he’s barely thinking about anything else right now. It’s at the forefront of his mind, begging to be let out. “Yeah, I’m fine, I already ate.” He doesn’t realize his slip up until he sees TK set his bag of chips down. “So you weren’t here for lunch.” TK’s using the voice he uses when he’s not mad, just confused.

February

we’re a match, in every way that matters

Carlos and TK are made for each other; they always kind of have been. Even if they didn't realize it at first.

when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing; remember this.

TK wakes up and Carlos isn't there; he doesn't know how he's lived like this before.

here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten

Carlos had spent years suppressing the feeling he never had a name for. Then he met TK Strand.

your love is sweet like sugar

TK wakes up to Carlos making breakfast. It's his first time waking up in Carlos' apartment, but he hopes it's not the last.

what is a promise if not your hand in mine?

TK might not wake up, and Carlos can’t even hold his hand. TK might not wake up, and all Carlos wants to do is hold his hand.

a shoulder to sigh on

Carlos has always carried it well; but that doesn't mean he has to carry it alone.

March

the music stopped but we went on dancing

Carlos has waited and waited for a day like today; but of course, something had to go oh so wrong.

you can count on me; i'll be there

Carlos is dealing with the stress of trying to become detective; TK becomes his biggest cheerleader any way that he can.

will you bee mine?

Carlos is teaching his third grade class when he gets stung by a bee; now it seems he has no choice but to finally visit the new school nurse, TK Strand.

some like it hot

TK is determined to win the fifth annual chili cook-off; the only person standing in his way is his long-time culinary rival, Carlos Reyes.

you drive me wild

TK has to ask Carlos if he can borrow the thing most precious to him. His car.

our love’s a protective poison

Gwyneth Morgan loves her son; that is an uncontested fact. Tyler Kennedy Stand is his father’s son; that is also, an uncontested fact. Gwyn loves her son, even though he has a tendency to act just like his father. Gwyn loves her son, even when he has a tendency to act just like his father.

i love you; i want us both to eat well

“How do you tell someone you love that they’re not good at something?” Carlos asks Nancy and Mateo. “I don’t know,” Mateo shrugs. “Nancy’s good at everything.” “Aw,” Nancy croons. “Babe, you’re so good at telling the truth.”

April

you've made so very happy

TK stabs his fork into a leafy green. “That was my friend, Cash. We’re having our high school reunion next month and one of the planning committee members dropped out last minute. He asked if I could fill in.” “You’re going to your high school reunion?” Marjan asks, wiping her fingers on her napkin. “You have a friend named Cash?” Paul is quick to follow up, both clearly focused on different things.

home is wherever i'm with you

Carlos says, “I love you” in so many different ways, and TK loves each and every one of them.

when life gives the lemons

Carlos starts, "So, I was in the neighborhood." TK’s eyebrows furrow, confused by what his husband is doing. “Carlos we’re married, we live together, this is our neighborhood. Why wouldn't you be here?” “Just go with it, babe.” Carlos says through a tired smile or TK is helping Jonah sell lemonade during a hot summer day. They're not having any luck with customers until Carlos decides to walk by.

this side of paradise

“It’s just, it’s our honeymoon.” Carlos explains. “Oh,” He can hear Grace perk up on the other end. “Where did you two decide to go? Cancun, Bali, Tuscany?” Grace draws out the y of Tuscany, hoping that’ll be the answer. “That’s the thing,” Carlos admits, “We haven’t.” “Oh.” He can hear Grace slightly deflate on the other end.

all my blood for the sweetness of his laugh

TK laughs and it sounds genuine and true. Carlos can’t help but smile, he feels like the sun has cracked open inside him. He feels a warmth inside himself that’s hot to the touch.

hooked on you

“Nancy,” Nancy looks up at the call of her name. TK is standing in front of her, both hands on his hips. Nancy releases a thin sigh. “Oh no.” Nancy knows what that pose means. TK’s upset. After finishing off the last sip of her coffee, Nancy asks. “What’s wrong?” “I’m upset.” TK announces as he takes space in the empty seat next to her.

May

i'd wait a million years for you

If you had told TK Strand that he would be marrying the love of his life in a place like Austin, Texas, he would have looked at you like you’d grown a second head. If you had told him that he would propose in the middle of the night, bed head and all, he would laugh and ask you, “Who do you think I am?”

June

anger has told me her real name is grief

Carlos is letting his grief manifest into anger; no matter how much he doesn't want it to.

a little taste of love

TK Strand, a florist working for the renowned flower shop, Bloom With a View, can't take his eyes off of Carlos Reyes, a baker working at Cake My Day, the bakery across the street.

July

as cute as a button

Andrea is taking TK down memory lane and they come across a koala named Kique, who happens to be missing one button eye.

we're a batch made in heaven

Carlos misses TK; so he does what he always does. Makes cookies.

August

all's fair in love and lizards

Love comes in many shapes and forms; and sometimes, that form is a stuffed novelty toy at a carnival game

summer slipped us underneath her tongue

TK Strand is a freshly heartbroken art history student who's been given the opportunity of a lifetime; studying art in the heart of it all, Paris, France. However, he thinks it's a cruel taunt from the universe. He's studying what he loves so much in the city of love but is stuck thinking there's no one out there who loves him. Carlos Reyes is a career driven culinary student studying at Le Cordon Bleu. He has hard time maintaining relationships, an even harder time of detaching himself from his work and and has an awful habit of doubting everything about himself. After a night out that they end up sharing with each other; they agree to keep any and all things casual. Well, like most things, that's easier said than done.

November

29 Going on 30

During a trip to New York City to celebrate TK turning 30, TK and Carlos stumble upon a list of things TK always wanted to do before he turned 30, all of them being references to romantic comedies he loved so much growing up. While TK is fine with leaving the past in the past, Carlos thinks there's no better time than the present. He thinks that TK deserves to feel the same type of love he loved watching on the silver screen, so he devotes the rest of their trip to just that. Told through a tale filled with everlasting love, a never-ending trek across New York City and the occasional painful reminder of the past, Carlos learns a little more about the city TK once called home and TK learns a little more about himself.

December

it was love at first sight

Carlos thinks love at first sight is nonsensical. Then he locks eyes with TK Strand.

the moment my heart fell

Carlos has never been more in love and it scares him. Each and every day, Carlos finds himself falling that much harder and he’s worried that one day he’ll reach the ground and never know how to get up again.

my world deeply stained by the color of you

Everything's vibrant, sparkling as if it's the debut of a color TK's never seen before. Pale grey doesn't cast over everything the way it used to and TK's afraid to close his eyes at the risk of never seeing the world's colors this way ever again.

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animesmolbean · 21 days

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Guardian of Light

(Male)

Hope you enjoy it! ♥️

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Chapter 2: Training

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The pair were walking in the Atreides hangers, hand in hand. They finished their business with the ceremony and were happy to have time to themselves now.

(Your Name) was messing with Paul's hair which was now a little messier. “While you look good with your hair pushed out of your face, you look better with messy hair.”

Paul chuckled. “Thanks.”

“Duncan!” The boy yelled in excitement.

The said guy's head lifted up at the sound of the voice before a smile stretched onto his face when he saw who was sprinting towards him. “(Your Name), my boy!”

He jumped into Duncan's arms, causing the man to lift him up, holding him in a hug. He placed him back on the ground afterward.

“Look at you! All big and strong now!” He placed his hand on top of the boy's head.

(Your Name) smiled widely. “I do my best.”

Duncan laughed loudly, ruffling the boy's hair, messing it up a little; he didn't mind. Duncan then turned to see Paul standing there with them.

“Paul, my other boy!” Duncan brought him into a side hug, which Paul returned. (Your Name) smiled at two of him most precious people.

“I'll let you two catch up. I have some training to do.” (Your Name) told the boys as he waved at them with a big smile as he walked away. As he did, he didn't notice the dreamy expression and smile on Paul's face.

Duncan chuckled knowingly, “Still haven't told him, huh?”

Duncan pushed hair out of his face, and nodded, “Yes, I am going to Arrakis tomorrow with the advance team.”

“I'd like you to take me with you.” Paul stated, watching Duncan put equipment away.

“You would?”

Paul nodded.

“That's too bad, cause no.” Duncan denied, lightly hitting Paul's arm as he went to his ship.

“Duncan…” Paul sighed.

“Are you trying to get me court-martial? Plus, I don't think (Your Name) would be alright with you going.” Duncan stated as he started fixing his ship, opening a panel.

“Can I trust you with something?” Paul asked.

“Always. You know that.”

Paul was quiet for a second before he spoke, “I've been having dreams… about (Your Name)... Arrakis and the Freman…”

“Okay so?” Duncan asked, not fully understanding.

“I saw you. With the Freman.” Paul added.

Duncan turned hearing this and smiled “So I do find them? There you go. That's a good omen right there, right?” He went back to working.

But Paul wasn't finished.

“He looked down at the floor before continuing, “I saw you lying dead. Fallen in battle. I felt like if me and (Your Name) had been there, you'd be alive.”

Duncan paused his work, hearing Paul's words. He walked up to the younger male, “First off, I'm not gonna die.”

“You're not taking me seriously-”

Duncan squeezed Paul's arms, “Look at you, put on some muscles?”

“I did?” Paul asked, looking at his arms.

“No.” Duncan replied, shooting down Paul's hopes. He turned and started to walk away but turned around as he did to say, “Hey, see you in Arrakis, my boy.” He walked a bit further away, turned his head, and yelled, “And hurry up and tell (Your Name) how you feel! Nothing will happen if you don't! I have a feeling he likes you too!”

Duncan laughed at this.

〰️

He walked into the room and saw (Your Name) in clothes similar to his, training. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched him; he loved watching him train.

He slashed at the practice dummy with his sword multiple times, jumping and spinning a little, landing another slash before he landed back onto his feet. He moved with fluidity, like some sort of magic was helping him move. But for as long as Paul could remember, he always was this agile.

“Look at you go.” Paul's deep voice made (Your Name) pause and turn around, seeing his best friend standing by the door.

“Oh, hey Paul.” He wiped the sweat on his face with a towel and walked over to the weapons on the table. “Want to have a match again?”

This offer made Paul smirk, walking over to the center of the training room. “Sure lovely, let's hope you win this time.” He teased.

(Your Name) scoffed and got into a fighting stance, “You wish I'd lose, pretty boy.”

Paul got into a fighting stance as well, “All right. Come on. Show me what you got.” He taunted.

The boy narrowed his eyes at Paul, running forward to attack. He aimed a punch at his stomach, which Paul blocked, but (Your Name) used his other hand to strike at Paul's face. Paul swiftly dodged the attack and punched (Your Name)'s stomach.

(Your Name) grunted, backing away after the punch. He clenched his teeth and swung his leg towards Paul's legs to knock him down. However, Paul anticipated this and jumped up, dodging. (Your Name) tried to lunge and grab his legs while he recovered from jumping, but Paul backed away in time, making the boy fall forward. He got up, getting into position again.

“Ready to give up yet?” Paul taunted the boy again. He loved teasing his best friend, knowing he was incredibly strong. He was just holding back because he loved and adored Paul and didn't want to hurt him.

“No way.” He grunted, clenching his teeth again. Paul ran towards him, about to attack. Tired of playing nice, (Your Name) dodged Paul's attack and ran towards the table and jumped on. Paul went after him, and the (hair color) colored boy took the chance to place his hands on Paul's shoulders and flip over him. Once he landed, he quickly turned and kicked a surprised Paul in his lower back.

The young man groaned and turned, seeing his friend playfully smiling. Paul let out a playful scoff and ran towards him again, throwing a punch. This time, (Your Name) ducked and quickly crawled behind Paul before jumping onto his back, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist.

Paul stumbled around with the new weight on his back, trying to shake the boy off of him. He eventually did, making him fall onto his back. When he launched to attack, (Your Name) took this chance to use his legs and placed his feet on Paul's stomach and with all his strength, he pushed Paul up while simultaneously flipping him and kicking him up. Paul wasn't expecting this move. He landed on his back with a groan in pain. Before he could get back up, (Your Name) quickly got up and straddled Paul's waist, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to keep him from using his hands.

The two of them were panting softly. (Your Name) smirked playfully. “See? I won this time.”

Paul leaned forward and nuzzled his nose against the side of the boy's neck. The sudden action surprised him, making him loosen her grip on his wrists. Paul took this chance to free himself and grabbed (Your Name)'s waist, knowing it was one of his weak spots. (Your Name) gasped softly, tensing up. Paul switched their positions, and now (Your Name) was on the ground with Paul straddling his waist and his hands pinned above his head.

(Your Name) blinked once, then twice, before letting out a defeated groan when he realized what happened. “Oh come on…”

Paul smirked at his accomplishment and leaned down, close to (Your Name)'s ear, “Guess I really do have an effect on you.” He rasped, his lips caressing the shell of his ear, like he was about to kiss the area.

(Your Name) let out a soft, high-pitched gasp at the feeling. Paul laughed and pulled away, pressing a kiss onto his forehead before getting off of him.

He sat up, a blush on his cheeks, and panting softly. He glared at his best friend. “You cheater!”

Paul laughed, shrugging his shoulders, before he helped the boy up. “There's no such thing as a fair fight.” He teased, poking his waist. (Your Name) let out a yelp, covering his mouth with his hand to hide his smile. Paul chuckled in amusement as he went to the weapons table.

(Your Name) sat off to the side. He watched Paul choose a weapon and went over to the practice dummy.

Time went by, Paul was still practicing by himself. (Your Name) sat nearby, watching him, a soft smile on his face. He couldn't help but think he looked so attractive while training.

“Don't stand with your back to the door. How many times do I have to tell you?” A strict voice spoke as they asked into the room.

(Your Name) scratched the back of his head sheepishly, recognizing the voice of one of his favorite mentors.

“We could tell it was you by your footsteps, Gurney Halleck.” Paul shot back as he continued practicing.

“Someone might imitate my stride.” Gurney fired back, placing weapons down onto the table.

Deciding to speak up, (Your Name) got up from where he was sitting, “We know the difference. Are you the new weapons master?” He asked. He poured a glass of water and offered it to Paul, who whispered a “Thanks.”

“With Duncan Idaho gone, I must make do as best as I can,” Gurney removed his jacket, “Choose your blade.”

“I had quite a day, Gurney. Give us a song instead.” Paul spoke before drinking his water.

Gurney threw a blade and it went into the side of the table, nearly missing Paul. (Your Name) flinched in surprise. Paul peeked over his shoulder, “That's rude.”

(Your Name) watched the men fight. Paul was getting some good attacks in and defending himself from Gurney’s attacks very well.

“Come on. Come on.” Gurney urged the boy.

“Old man.” Paul taunted back in a low voice.

Gurney tilted his head at the taunt, swinging his blade forward at Paul's, who blocked it with his own, and once again, they were back into it.

(Your Name) would never say this out loud or tell anyone, but he loved watching Paul fight. Dear God, he looked so attractive.

The fight continued until Paul tripped over Gurney with his leg and got down to where the older man was holding his blade to his throat, the shield beeping and turning red.

“I have you.”

(Your Name) suppressed a shiver at the sound of Paul's gruff tone.

“Aye.” Gurney grunted, Buy look down, my lord. You'd have joined me in death.”

Paul looked down to see the blade near his stomach, his shield red as well, and returned his gaze to the old man.

“I see you found the mood.”

(Your Name) walked over and helped Gurney up and took the weapons from the mens’ hands and placed them back onto the table.

“How about you fight (Your Name)? Paul suggested, a small smirk on his face.

Gurney scoffed, walking over to said boy and placing a hand on top of his head, “And get my ass handed to me? No, thank you.” He sounded like he spoke from experience.

(Your Name) giggled and crossed his arms. The look on his face said, ‘Good. You know your place’. Gurney chuckled at him and ruffled the boy's hair.

“Will it be that bad?” Paul asked Gurney.

(Your Name) flinched at the sound of his voice becoming louder. Paul just stated at Gurney with a hard expression.

“You guys have to be ready.”

Gurney placed his hands on Paul's jaw, then removed them a few seconds later. He went over to (Your Name), patting his shoulder before leaving the training room, leaving the childhood best friends alone. (Your Name) looked at Paul, shyly playing with his necklace again.

Paul walked over to the boy and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to his body. (Your Name) instinctively wrapped his arms around Paul's torso.

“Let's go back to my room. We need to rest.” Paul's raspy whispers reached his ear.

(Your Name) suppressed another shiver and nodded. “Okay.” He whispered.

The two pulled away and headed back to Paul's room, hand in hand.

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badmirvcle · 2 years

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Childish - [Prince Paul x Reader] (1/?)

Word count: 2.4k

Pairing: (Catherine the Great) Prince Paul x Fem!Reader / Y/N

Genre(s): Slow burn, (Slight) angst, Mutual Pining

Warnings: Strong Language, Adult Situations, (Eventual) Smut || MINORS DNI || (More warnings will be added as chapters are updated).

Summary: You’ve known Paul your whole life - known that you were to belong to him one day. He’s always gotten what he wanted, so why make it easy for him?

A/N: I haven’t written anything in yeeearrsss so apologies for being rusty! I’m thinking of making this a mini series (maybe 3/ 4 chapters?) I love slow burns but not THAT slow, y’know?

Paul is rambling about something you don’t care for again.

“Do they not know the difference?” you mumbled with thinly veiled disinterest.

Something about the line of succession in Russia, you suppose. As always. If not this, then a myriad of complaints about his mother. You prayed he would find a hobby soon. Nevertheless, you played along.

“It appears that they do not.” he huffed.

“Then perhaps they are ignorant. I suppose they are yet to realise that you are ordained by god. Born to rule. The epitome of Russian male excellence and mediocre height-” you chirp as you slowly sway from side to side to mask your restlessness. You could play this game with him for hours.

“-Oh, you suppose, do you?” His face brightens incrementally for a moment. He hoped it wasn’t obvious how much he wanted to reach out and grab you each time you leaned in close to him, reaching out to delicately grasp a flower’s petals between the tips of your fingers.

“Yes, suppose I do.” As you look away back toward the palace and your watchful mother for a moment, he seizes the opportunity to glance down at your cleavage and let out a quiet, but deep sigh.

The childish back and forth had been going on for almost an hour now. Pettily poking and prodding at whatever words the other strung together in order to force a pleasant conversation. Neither of you knew any other way to be. This was supposed to be a ‘calming stroll’ through the gardens, yet you found yourself unable to breathe your frustration out - constricted by your corset and Paul’s face centimetres from your own, relentlessly taunting you gleefully. You both must have known what this farce really was - a chemistry read. Your mother, off to one side smiling behind her fan with one of the Empresses' ladies, eyeing you both like a hawk. You were having none of it.

“Well.” He continues. “There we have it. May I say no more, lest I waste my precious breath on you.”

You glower at his proud display of childish petulance. You shouldn’t be having fun with this - you’d been informed that it wasn’t lady-like, apparently.

“Why must you be this way? It is not the fault of your father, nor your mother - what accursed thing possessed you in your childhood to have you turn out so intolerable?”

He gawked in stunned silence for a moment, before his eyes brightened and a smile broke out across his boyish face. You hated when he did that. He looked almost pretty.

'Oh here we go' you thought, begrudgingly.

“And what mewling quim did you crawl out of to foster you into the vicious harpy that you are?” finishing off with a sly smile and a smug side-eye.

For a moment, you find him handsome.

Although you hated to admonish it, that was eloquently done. Quite a sophisticated level of snark from him. Touché.

You feign a gasp as your hand is dramatically flung to your forehead and you bend yourself back as far as your silk prison of a dress would allow you, falsifying weak knees.

“Paul! My mother speaks only highly of you, how unbecoming of a gentleman. However shall we join our two houses now? Bring harmony to our court?”

In all honesty, you couldn’t for the life of you remember what you were quarrelling about in the first place - It was irrelevant now. You were bored. Or perhaps it had slipped from your mind so easily because you had caught sight of how the Tsaverich had been eyeing your lips as you spat poison his way.

“On the subject of court and harmony..” You begin, coyly. Paul raises a well-groomed brow at you.

“Your mother- the Empress has expressed a growing interest in my future betrothal. Seems she wishes to see me making some other poor soul’s life a living hell”. You foolishly seemed to think that by jesting about the topic it would soothe the thunderstorm forming over his soft, but reddening face.

“Of course she has. Can’t have me keeping the company of any friends, can she? However would she keep her control over me then?” He attempts to steady his breathing before he stutters out an irritated laugh under his breath. “Besides…are we not already engaged? You are to be mine, she cannot take you then.” He chances a glance at you before he continues on with his train of thought.

You feel your neck flush a warm pink, slightly taken aback at the all too familiar subject being brought up again.

“It has always been a suggestion by our mothers, yes. But surely that is all it is, all it has ever been? We were children then! You; 8 and I only 6 and if I recall correctly, that was the first and last time that we got along” you reasoned, with a huff. “Surely neither of us are so desperate yet.”

Daggers. He’s glaring daggers now. Brilliant. As much as you generally enjoyed taking a hammer to the Prince’s peace, the sudden shift in topics had left you feeling queasy. It was now or never, if you didn’t royally piss him off now then he would be chasing you down the halls until he had you cornered both physically and metaphorically with a ring cutting off the circulation of your left hand. On the surface, you understood what your mothers had intended for the two of you and why - had Paul become any other man and you any other woman, you would have made a handsome pair. But as things were, you would never work. You could not. You drove each other wild and not in the exciting way and you didn’t feel like developing wrinkles by the age of 20 from the stress.

You hadn’t realised that you’d both stopped walking in favour of staring at each other in open-mouthed silence, and it was beginning to become uncomfortable.

‘Please don’t ask, please don’t ask me, please please’ maybe the mental chanting would work to cast a spell of protection to evade the elephant that’s been in the room since you were both barely out of your infancy.

“I will be seeing you at the ball then, I presume? Not one to pass up the chance to sink your claws into your next potential victim, little devil.”

You successfully mask your sigh of relief through a tight smile.

Oh, he seemed proud of that one. His lips were doing that sinister little side smirk you hated so much that you couldn’t look away. And he noticed. He absolutely noticed. So he held it there to tease you.

Little devil.

“Would you miss me too much if I decided not to? Could you bear the loneliness, my sweet Prince?” you purred as you took an unnecessarily deep and exaggerated curtsey, aware of the eye-full he was getting.

An equally exaggerated eye roll and he was back to his usual bratty self.

“Couldn’t stand to miss witnessing you hunting those poor men down for sport” he laughs softly, almost to himself. “Besides, it will be a welcome distraction, perhaps you’ll cause enough of a ruckus so that I may avoid my mother’s beady gaze for the evening and find some fun in a quiet corner for myself.”

He looks at you excitedly, almost as if he were a child who knew something you did not.

But a child you were not. Sex was hardly beyond your comprehension.

You’re not exactly sure what caused the sudden flush over your chest and the following hot anger, but before you could reason with yourself you found your own voice strained and spitting venom.

“Make your best effort to avoid the headache of bringing along some bastard for both our sakes while you’re off having this ‘fun’.” You scowl. “I would hate to give anyone any more reason to chain us together under the eyes of god. No getting out of that one I’m afraid, so do try to keep yourself out of the wrong maid”

Ah, that was a tad cruel.

“I wasn’t planning on- planning to-” Paul found himself floundering now, desperate for his eyes to not betray him and sink back down to watch your lips curve smoothly as you whispered your increasingly harsh ‘japes’.

You’re jealous.

He’s flustered, but not in the way you found yourself wanting him to be. Where that sudden thought came from, you would ruminate in the privacy of your chamber tonight.

‘Little devil’ you mused again. You liked that.

“No? Good. Now, I have other matters to attend to, I must be off.” You really didn’t want to leave him so soon, his reactions were starting to get interesting.

“Now just a moment-” Without thinking, he’s extending his arm to reach blindly for your hand, never once breaking eye contact. Are his eyes becoming glassy? He’s adorable, you want to see him like this more often, you think.

Now you’re feeling mean.

A chance to make him panic.

Maybe you can make him cry.

“Can’t keep your mother waiting, we have much to discuss. Good day, Tsarevich.”

“Tsarevna.” He mumbles softly, his cheeks dusting a soft pink as he looks down at his feet in a slight bow.

But you catch none of it - already marching back toward your grinning mother and her ever growing gaggle of gossipers. She looks proud, at least. Most likely mistaking the physical closeness of yourself and Paul to be playful attempts at stealing shy kisses, rather than hissing curses to each other through an awkward tension you’d never experienced before. Well, not with him of all people.

“My darling girl-” she sings softly into your ear as she embraces you just a tad too tightly to call it lovingly.

“Matushka” you attempt to bow your head slightly in gentle acknowledgement.

“I see your outing went well with your Prince, he couldn’t keep his gaze off of you - not even for a moment, we all found it so absolutely precious.” Her eyes flicker back down the gravel path and to Paul for the briefest moment before meeting your anxious but expectant gaze again. “Whatever spell you have cast over him, keep that up. We shall make a Princess of you yet, it was meant to be as our Patriarch told your father and I on the day we-”

“-On the first day you brought me to court - yes mother, god forbid I ever forget my true purpose here.”

“Good girl. Now, I’ve been informed that the Empress personally invited you to a joint dress fitting for the festivities. You shouldn’t keep her waiting and you can’t afford to miss this appointment, you must aim to be the most eye-catching cherub in the room - mustn't let another steal his affections.”

It hurt. You were hurt. As much as you willed it to be different, it would never be. You were not brought here to make friends, to find your place. You were here to be groomed into the position of Tsarevna - the future wife of Tsarevich Paul. As immature as you knew you had been, you knew deep down that this is why you had never allowed yourself to become close to him in the way you had wanted to - you wanted to be his friend so desperately, whilst growing up. You just could not allow yourself to blindly follow the path that had been designed for you by your puppet-master parents and their equally scheming Empress.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have much in the way of control over your life, but you’ll take the small victories by making the desires of your betters just that little bit more difficult to attain. They cannot force your happiness, therefore it had been decided by you that should you be forever chained to Paul - you would have him live to regret it.

Of course, that had been the plan. Throughout your childhood, you had always found Paul to be rather unpleasant to look at. The way his face would scrunch up in tandem with his fists whenever he had a temper-tantrum, his cheeks and neck turning an ugly shade of plum as his anger rose - which was constant. You had always towered over him - he was a shy little thing, shook like a leaf at the slightest confrontation from the other children. This led to you becoming his protector, naturally. He was never quite the Prince who was supposed to sweep you off of your feet one day.

Every summer, you would make the lengthy trip back to the palace and make good with the lords and ladies of court, be sweet to the royal family, unwittingly court their son and then be on your way back home with your parents and nanny. That is, until your father received an invitation for a permanent position at court and your mother - a long time friend to the Empress, to be welcomed into her tight-knit circle of vipers-in-waiting.

3 years had passed since you had last found yourself here, you had quite been enjoying your education in France and felt reluctant to return.

Yet, somehow. At some point, the rug had been swept from under your feet. That morning, as Catherine had come to greet you all for the final time at the main entryway to the palace, the eyes you had met 100 times over her shoulder were not the same angry little black dots that you had grown so familiar with. Instead, your breathing had stilled as you struggled to maintain a mask of polite indifference.

Were they always so big, like a baby deer’s? So vibrant. Did you spot flecks of gold now that he was out here standing in the sun? His jaw had sharpened too - and he was taller, taller than you. Much taller than you and broad. Now possessing a strange but alluring confidence - no, arrogance that really should not have had you standing there, openly staring with not a single word forming in your mouth or brain. Paul was handsome. 3 years and he was handsome.

Not one to usually be self-conscious, you suddenly find your eyes flitting over yourself. Did you fill out your dress nicely? Was the light shade of lilac adorning your tightly-fitted gown a fashionable choice? Was the wind carrying your perfume and was it to his liking or perhaps it was too overwhelming?

Unbeknownst to you, Paul was suffering through his own internal crisis. You had made it no secret to him in your adolescence just how unbecoming his face and attitude was, how your own face soured around him and how it was doing something similar in this moment. His mother was talking but all he could hear was white noise and his own stifled breathing as he rapidly and openly scanned over you. In some twist of fate, the two of you had shared a thought that morning as you stood together, bowing to each other in your matching shades of purple as if you were two flowers from the same meadow. A romantic thought had crossed his mind for a moment, but only for a moment - of this being fate. A romantic however, he was not as he’d let the notion slip away from his mind as easily as it had entered.

A/N ii: this one goes out to all of my argumentative girlies, fighting means flirting here & you’re in a safe space to be as mean as you want to your boy toys <3

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Violet: Chapter 1, Providence

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Summary: The solitary Reverend Ransome leaves the empty nest of his home in Essex, beginning his life as a professor in London. His expectation of a contemplative religious life as a pious widower is complicated by an odd and alluring foreign student, Violetta Vespero. How can the conflicted vicar keep his gaze and worship skyward with such delicious temptations before him on Earth?

Will Ransome (The Essex Serpent) x Original Female Character

CW: Sacrilege all over the place, slow Burn to smut, angst, multi-parter, probably pretty historically inaccurate

Chapter 1: Providence

Will reclined in his modest room in the spartan London seminary. He had trouble sleeping in the sea of noise that roiled in the city streets every night. It was a shock to him after the quiet countryside of Essex, but he couldn't stay in that home any longer. The emptiness of it after all the life it contained was too much to bear. Stella, his beautiful delicate blue star of the sea had returned to her maker. Cora had abandoned him for a life of chasing after her fossils; her Biblical monsters buried in the clay of creation, though Cora would never think of it that way.

And the children...his beloved precocious precious children were adults now, living adventurous lives of discovery, growing into the full forms of themselves. How he missed the weight of them in his arms as he read to them when they were small. It seemed like eons ago now, and he was beginning to feel like one of Cora's skeletal beasts, buried under the sands of time.

So it was that the reverend found himself nearing the age of fifty, walking the floorboards of an empty house which once held the footprints of so many. It felt as if everyone he loved had moved on to new places and adventures to fuel their curiosity except for him. He pondered, in his little dormitory room, how he ended up here, and why. What was it he really wanted?

It seemed like an act of providence when his friend from divinity school, Father Grant, visiting one rainy day, offered a position at a ladies' college in London.

“It shouldn't be difficult work for a clever mind like yours, Will,” said Father Grant. “They're looking for a well-educated man of good character to teach the classics, literature, humanities, divinity...perhaps also foreign languages.”

“I'm not Catholic, Paul.” Will said, his deep voice almost a croak from lack of use. Aside from his hour at the pulpit every Sunday, Will cloistered himself these days, giving up his walks to visit parishioners, in favor of solitary ones in the salt air to nurse his loneliness.

“It doesn't matter, Will. These damn Jesuits are in favor of scholarly advancement and a diversity of teachers, regardless of sect. They now welcome professors with open arms so long as they show fair enough morals and credentials,” Paul huffed as if it was all an annoyance to him, but Reverend Ransome smiled, knowing his friend to be progressive and enlightened at heart, just glad for a chance to grumble.

“You said it wouldn't be difficult. It sounds like their standards are quite high.”

“Well yes, but the students are all women. Docile delicate things, either preparing themselves to be entertaining trophies for rich husbands, or readying themselves for the convent and teaching brats in the Lord's service.”

“Paul,” Will said disapprovingly, “Shame on you for being so dismissive of women. The world is progressing past such notions. Watch out, lest it leave you behind.”

Father Grant gave a deep belly laugh. “Me, Will? I think you have to worry about that a good deal more than I do.”

Ransome tapped his teacup back down with defeat and realized, begrudgingly, that his old friend was very right. By the time Grant left, Will had shaken his hand and found himself preparing to enter a new life in the city.

Now, here he was, laying in his uncomfortable bunk, in his private room, kept awake by the city noise and nervous for his first day of teaching.

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