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echoedcrosshairs · 10 months

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Unseen Scars

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

(part two)

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The costs of war can never be truly accounted for, you spun the disgusting bottom shelf liquid around your glass pondering Master Yoda's saying noting how right it was. Your head swam back to when the order was given, feeling all the death and pain through the force. The betrayal on the deepest level, soldiers we fought beside for years trusted with our lives killing us like discarded bantha fodder. We never saw it coming, we speculated something was coming but we never dreamed that our dearest allies would turn on us. You wondered if anyone had made it and if they too lived like womp rats hiding in darkness.

One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. The saying twisted in your guts like a knife, how does one even move past something like that? How could I even think of the future? Your mind wandered to your closest... friend and confidant then the rage seethed like it normally did when you envision his face knowing it was one of countless who gunned down Jedi. You slammed the drink back. Looking up you saw another hooded stranger walking sitting in the other dark corner. Your mind went blank at this presence, body screaming at you to run... it didn't take long to find out why. Frozen to your seat like the ice of Hoth itself held you down forcing you to watch the scene unfolds. In the commotion your hood most have fallen back, the four men and him stared at you you didn't hear a word that was said before that your ears rang and your mind fell blank. Puzzled looks fell on the four men's faces as he softly said "Commander..." The title use to make your heart flutter everytime he called it out but now it just filled you with terror. Any minute now he was going to shoot, your heart pounded and your feet finally started moving.

Rex fell to unabashedly to his knees for a moment watching you flee from him, she's not dead, the relief flooded him followed by agonizing truth that you were horrified of him, why wouldn't you be? Why didn't you hear that his chip was gone? His hand wiped the revolution that trickled from his eyes. Rex's head was spinning but he pulled himself up one leg at a time. He looked at Echo who was staring at the door before turning to him gripping his shoulder, "We'll find her, Captain."

"Who was that, Rex?" Hunter asked.

"A Jedi," Echo whispered, "a very dear friend of ours."

Hunter waited staring at Rex knowing there was more to the story, "Found her," Tech said interrupting the silence.

"Where is she," Echo said taking the data pad from Tech, "She's on the move-" finally noticing the wetness he wiped from his face.

"Girlfriend, wasn't she?" Tech said filling in the unspoken blanks.

"Soldier's can't have relations with the Jedi-" Rex stated.

"The Republic is gone and to the Empire you are dead," Tech said flatly.

"We have to go, Captain," Echo urged, Rex nodded and the Five of them started running.

What is lost is often found. Ord Mantell had become your darkness, a sliver of peace and privacy in the blossoming chaos of the Empire spreading through out the galaxy. A chance to fade into the shadows as a relic of an era that was over. Now this home had to be abandon just like everything else. Your feet kept running and the hair on back of your neck stood up. You looked back, nearly tripping noticing the four's armor. Commando's, the deadliest troopers, designed differently and raised to endure. They probably have everything mapped out in their hands, it's like shooting a rancor in a cage. Not even with my saber do I stand a chance against four... Although one seems familiar... You looked back noticing the one with a stomp, "Echo... Clone Force 99," you ducked sideways into the nearest building. Crosshair has to be up above some where waiting for his trap to spring.

You cut through the building hopefully buying yourself time to think. Running out of breath you rested for a second against the wall. You mentally listed Hunter's, Tech's and Wrecker's enhancements. Anyone but Wrecker even with his strength I doubt it would be quick... Then again with Crosshairs temperament I doubt he would be either. You hit your head back against the wall before taking off again. Turning your head again you saw Hunter catching up, you stopped for a second using the force to rip a door and shoved it in his direction, but you knew it was to late his hunters sense of smell and hearing... If I could just get to the nightclub... I could use that against him- You're body collided with a solid mass and tumbled back, Echo. You scrambled back to your feet defensively reaching for the lightsaber that was no longer there.

"I'm putting down my blaster," Echo said eyeing you like a rapid animal waiting to lounge, "Commander, you're safe. None of us are going to hurt you nor to turn you in."

"The clones betrayed us," you gritted out slowly backing out of the room.

"Not all of us, Commander," Rex said behind you and his arms come around you. Feeling you thrash against him, "Mesh'la..." he got out pained softly whispering your name, "You're safe," he felt your legs buckle slowly took both of you to the ground holding you against him wrapping his arms around you tighter hearing the sobs start. He gave Echo a weary look as he sat looking at the two of you.

"Commander, I'm glad you made it. Both of you," Echo said taking off his helmet setting it off to the side, "The three of us together again," he added quietly with a small chuckle.

"Say something..." Rex whispered, "anything..."

"Let me go.." as you finished the sentence Rex's arm came off, always the loyal solider following orders. Pathetically you crawled away from both of them curling your knees to your body. You looked at them resting your head on your knee, "Is this some sick trick?" You whispered.

Rex's fingers went to the scar on the side of his head, "It's gone," he paused reaching out his hand, "Ask me again."

Anxiously you took his hand and asked again feeling the truth in the answer and Echo did the same, "The others need to get their chips out but they haven't activated, I promise."

Finally you genuinely looked at Rex, the fine buzzed blonde hair, the poncho hiding his 501st armor and earthy tones eyes staring back at you. You stared at him the red veins in his eyes, you wiped the tears from your own looking up out the windows. There was no imperial ships above waiting because they would have been here by now. Glancing down you found your hand visibly shaking you pulled your arms into your lap handing them. You looked back at Rex as much as you wanted to see him your mind kept slipping backwards seeing the troopers fire at you and the others fleeing. Shutting your eyes you buried your head in your lap.

"So... why are they just sitting there?" Wrecker asked.

"Given the last time she was around regs they tried to terminate her per Order 66," Tech offered, "If she around them when the order was given which I am assuming she was given her behavior."

"Shouldn't we be in there because we're not regs?"

"No, we still have our chips however deviant we are if what Captain Rex says to be true, the three of us are the dangerous ones. I would leave them be."

"Commander..." Rex said softly.

"The war is over, you don't need to call me that," you said lifting your head to your knees. Rex whispered your name softly and you forced yourself to look at him, "What?" you whispered.

"I'm glad you're still here."

You reminded silent for a moment, How do I even answer that? I'm not. "Thank you," you decided to be polite.

"Do you want me to give you two a couple minutes?" Echo asked softly.

No, "Yes," forced its way out through your strained vocals.

Echo looked at Rex hesitantly before prying himself off the hard ground heading outside to meet up with his squad, finding the anxious look on their faces discussing what had compelled Rex to cry given it was next to impossible for a clone. Everyone in the had 501st gossiped about what was going between them but neither of them had every winded any truth to it, Echo aired that curiosity to them which silenced them in understanding.

Rex moved closer to you watching you flinch moving his hands under his poncho watching you tense up as he took it off. He slowly took off his armor laying it to him revealing the plain civvies underneath, "Just me," he whispered watching you relax a bit. He cautiously scoot forward waiting to see if you would move away when you didn't he came a hands width away. He looked at the ponchow with an idea putting it over both of your heads surrounding both of you in completed darkness to keep the reminders of his face at bay but also privacy, "Just us."

"Why did you chase after me?"

"I always protect my Jedi, I'll always protect you."

"Why did you send 99 after me... it was horrifying."

"That wasn't my idea albeit it was a good plan to get around you sensing me if you were distracted," Rex admitted, "It worked in my favor, albeit to well." Weakly Rex let his finger tips touch your knee waiting to see if you'd jerk away but you didn't and he slide his palm on your knee resting it there. He gave it a gentle squeeze, "I'm sorry."

Shakily you put your hand on top of it and squeezed it back. The familiar warmth radiated off him, "Rex," the name rolled from your tongue like a distant pleasant memory, "it's getting hot under here." He laid one hand on top yours and used the other to cast aside the poncho to the ground, "Better" you whispered.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" it pained him to think about finding you again and losing you again but it comforted him that you had survived. He smiled watching the emotions coast through your face, you'd always been so good at hiding them but now they were as plain to see as the stars in a clear night.

Your mind screamed yes but the familiar warmth in your heart said no. Staring at the scar on his head, you shook your head Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat, Rex isn't a threat. Your stomach turned but you allowed yourself to reach out to him through the force finding the familiar honesty, courage, loyalty, the secret in his heart that did his best to hide from the outside world was so blatantly on display with his touch. You watch pain on his face slowly relieving.

You felt him slowly weave his fingers through yours, "Is that okay?" he asked.

"I can feel Echo's contentment and laughter from here," you weakly laughed.

"They did speculate about what was going on between us," Rex smiled looking up at Echo laughing in the window giving him a thumbs up hearing him faintly say 'Called it'. Rex groaned still smiling, "Will you allow this humble man to walk you back to the parlor?"

"Yeah... I need a drink... or a dozen," you said prying yourself up with him still holding your hand as he stood up himself temporarily letting go to reaffix his armor and poncho.

"When did you take up drinking?" he asked arching an eyebrow relacing his fingers through yours noting you wouldn't look at him to long but the expression said enough as to why. His thumb traced the reminiscent intimate skin of his love, each swipe solidifying that you were alive and there not just some figment of his imagination holding him to the past, "I've missed you with each breath of life my soul expels."

Your face flames at his words, "When did you become a poet?" you jested.

"To many late nights wondering what happened to you."

Echo rejoined the two of you but everyone else gave you breathing room. Even with his fingers gripping to yours he still brought his other hand across his body holding onto your arm for dear life. You looked up at him almost crying again, even before all of this you never publicly got to walk down the street with him or show any interest in him.

"What is it?" he whispered, "My fabulous hair getting in your eye?" he attempted to crack a joke.

"That was horrible, Captain," Echo chuckled.

You squeezed his hand, "Never got to do this before... walk down the street just as me and you."

"It's a different time," he offered.

"So Comm-" Echo caught the title switching to your name instead, "How long," he said motioning his finger between the two of you."

Rex looked at you a bright scarlet sweeping his face, "Well... somewhere between the whole time and now," he offered.

Echo gave him a flabbergasted look, "What."

"Help?" Rex choked out taking his extra hand off your arm to rub his head awkwardly which got an even more expressive reaction from Echo,

"Tibrin," you offered back smirking at the unspoken about mission.

Echo groaned knowing the answer was going to get him no where. He looked at both of you smiling, "Everything in the galaxy has changed but I'm glad something stayed the same."

"I didn't think it would," Rex said flatly staring at the ground for a couple minutes before looking back up.

You stopped as much as the anxiety about the clones put you on edge, that comment stung worse, "Commander?" he asked staring at you. Even Echo had stopped.

"To love, is to trust. To trust is to believe. Do you believe I would so easily changeable?"

"We change everyday to adapt to this new world. Who we are now is not who we were when we met."

You dropped his hand continued walking, "Cyare," he groaned wrapping his arms around you pulling you to him, "You didn't let me finish. We as people change but in no galaxy, nor time apart nor in death will my heart ever beat for anyone else. Looks at me Mesh'la," Rex swallowed although his mouth and throat were parched, "Let me kiss you to prove it."

You looked up at him, Rex had never been one for public affection even so much as holding his hands behind his back and side stepping if he was even within a foot of you even in moments of privacy outside of a confined bedroom. He peeled his gloves off sticking them in his pocket, "It's only ever been you," he said lightly touching your face with one hand waiting before bringing the other to your face caressing you pull you close to him lowering himself to you waiting and when you didn't move he took your bottom lip between his.

It was like thrusters coming online, an inferno blazing between the both of you. Every feeling of love, pain, lost and aching of the soul. Somewhere in the distant you heard Echo laughing and calling the two of you cute. Your fingers shakily found the side of his feeling the familiar cut of his cheeks and strength of his jaw. Then up to the scar flinching you pulled away. There was a temporary look of disappointment on his face followed by understanding. He grilled your fingers tighter, “I’ll spend the rest of life protecting you from the unseen scars with my love.” Rex pulled you closed, “I love you.”

Maybe a part two?

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 11 months

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Brightest Star

Synopsis: In a world eager to give and receive love, you fail to meet expectations. Foul Legacy shows you that you’re perfect the way you are.

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Happy ending Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, nervousness, death, self-loathing, reader has a difficult time romantically loving other people, reader has difficulty accepting love from others, reader feels like they are “broken” because of this

Note: I realize that the contents of this fic might come off as very insensitive to people who are part of the aro/ace community- this is not my intention. This fic is partially based off my personal struggles with the concept of loving, dating, etc, and is not meant to invalidate anyone’s identity. Please proceed with caution if you think this fic might be upsetting to read for you.

~ * ~ You’re not an ideal lover. Oh, how you wish you could be, as the concept of being held in a special someone’s arms fills your chest with warmth; sweet little daydreams imagined in your head. You see couples on the streets- partners, friends, newlyweds- all celebrating the different types of love they have for each other, and in your eyes, it’s beautiful. A wonderful occasion, worthy of the highest praise, and you clap and cheer and wish you could find someone to love on your own. But wishes rarely come true, and your desire to adore and be adored entirely is overshadowed by the stone-cold truth of impossibility. For you have never loved, and don’t know if you ever will love. Surrounded by all walks of life in Liyue Harbor, you drifted through existence alone, putting on a polite smile of false security. To satisfy your thirst for understanding, you would observe the people of the city, taking note of each and every laugh, argument, and rejection that passed by your eyes, and more and more your curiosity grew. Love is multifaceted, and it both soothes and burns the souls of mortals and gods alike, a flickering candle and a roaring flame all at once. Ah, how you sometimes wish to have it in your hands. By the time you were grown, you had made relative peace with life, content to watch and celebrate others loving and being loved if you could not have it for yourself. It was an excellent type of joy- happiness, to you, has many forms- to see your dearest friends so elated, their cheeks warm with both embarrassment and delight. Perhaps in those years you had mastered a type of love, platonic love, and you cherished and protected it as your most precious treasure. But still, sometimes it hurts. No matter how many times you reassure yourself that you don’t mind, it always feels like something is wrong with you, thinking about romance and fantasy. Because no matter how much you yearn for it, you just don’t seem to be capable of loving a partner- even less so being loved back. It’s lonely in the Harbor, and you are the star of its melancholy, hiding your worthlessness behind your malfunctioning heart. It was sheer coincidence- or perhaps fate- that your paths intercepted, the thread of your life crossing and looping around his as you look up one day, out on your daily walk, and catch the cold azure eyes of a stranger. But those eyes simply curl upwards as the copper-haired man dressed in gray waves to you, the garb of the Fatui outshone by the beaming smile on his face. The Eleventh Harbinger, the Lord Tartaglia. Something sparks in your heart like fireworks and you stumble, disoriented. It fades to background noise as he rushes over to help you to your feet, but it’s still there, you can feel it just out of reach, and it makes your cheeks grow warm in confusion. Is this what dying feels like? There are butterflies only you can see, brushing their wings against your cheeks and making your stomach twist and turn. But Tartaglia laughs kindly, giving your grasped hand a firm shake, and suddenly you find yourselves acquainted. For Tartaglia- or Childe, as he goes by in Liyue- acquaintances are little more than friends who’ve barely met. Somehow he keeps finding you at corners, shops, even when you’re simply eating alone, sauntering over to sit down beside you and talk your ear off. All the while you’re silent, conflicting emotions of nervousness and delight and trepidation and perplexity whirling around until you’re a mess, a muddled disaster who only wants to scoot closer and lay your head on Childe’s shoulder, if only you were brave enough. Is this what love is? That’s impossible. You’re supposed to be broken, condemned to a life of loneliness. Or are you just breaking more? It only gets worse when Childe shows you Foul Legacy, his monstrous half originating from deep beneath the world, from a vast Abyssal ocean of stars. He’s a creature of destruction and decay- yet you’ve never met anyone sweeter, Foul Legacy sweeping you off your feet and holding you to his chest upon first sight, happy trilling noises slipping from his fanged maw as he hugs you and purrs. You didn’t even know Abyssal monsters could purr. Or maybe they can’t, and Foul Legacy is the exception. Either way, Childe bashfully admits that Legacy shows what he truly feels, rather than hiding them under a cover of charming grins, and soon all your outings end with an armored moth-beast snuggling against you while rumbling in delight. Foul Legacy likes you, Childe says- he likes you more than anything. Then, as always, the Harbinger trails off and averts his eyes, and the flame in your chest glows warmly when you see the blush dusting his cheeks before you grow nauseous with nerves for the umpteenth time this month. It’s a vicious cycle of nausea-happiness-fear-delight whenever you’re with Childe, human or Foul Legacy, the excitement of loving balanced by the terror of a new, raw emotion, an emotion you had convinced yourself that you’d never feel. Your friends, so experienced and knowing, catch on immediately, crowding around you and asking who the lucky person is, what’s their name, what do they look like, are they kind, are they flirty, who, what, when, where- You feel like vomiting, and stumble over your words. They can never know he’s a Harbinger, for his safety and theirs, and you retreat to a quiet space once they leave, head fuzzy and blank. You love him, don’t you? Were you deluding yourself into thinking you were broken? But that’s worse, isn’t it, if you do truly love him. Because you can never love him enough, not as much as he deserves. How does one “show love”? Nothing makes sense to you. Slowly you realize that it can only end in heartbreak, and you curl in on yourself and scream in agony. It’s raining the next time you’re supposed to spend the day with Childe, so Foul Legacy arrives instead, shaking water from his glittering wings and kneeling to your height so you can dry his ginger hair with a towel. It’s soft and thick, and you decide to forgo the towel in favor of brushing Legacy’s hair with your fingers, his blissful purrs coaxing a bubbling laugh from your throat. Then doubts trickle in, filling your mind like thick, murky water, and the laugh fades into silence, your gentle pats slowing to a stop. Foul Legacy whines and nudges your hand, your fingers trembling as your lungs constrict and your blood turns to ice; a sculpture that could shatter at any moment. “Childe- Legacy- I-” You don’t get any further before tears start running down your face. Large claws move to gently clasp your hands, and with a simple touch you break and begin to sob. You want to love him. You desperately want to reciprocate his affection, to give him the same easy, constant adoration he gives you. But something is just wrong with you. Everyone you know can love so easily, but you, you! You’re stuck, not knowing if what you feel is truly love or if you’re just fooling yourself because you want to have what everyone else has. You don’t want to be lonely, no matter how much you say it’s alright. But you don’t know if you can love either, because you’re broken and always have been. And if this dancing fire inside your heart is indeed love, you don’t know if you can love him enough, as Childe deserves so much more than you. You don’t know anything. Finally your endless, rambling sentences trail into nothingness, and you’re left with tear tracks on your cheeks, gazing shamefully at the floor. For once, Foul Legacy is silent, and you burn with self-loathing, hating that someone as broken as you has to stand in front of him, who’s perfect in every way to you. Something swipes underneath your eyes, making you blink and glance up at Legacy, gently brushing your tears away with his thumbs. He tenderly croons to you, the softest sound you’ve ever heard him make, and gingerly picks you up to place you on his lap. Exhausted from crying, you lean against his chest, the thumping rhythm of his strong, loving heart filling your mind as he curls his talons over your hands once again, leaning closer to press his forehead against the top of your head. Not broken. It feels like you’re speaking to both Foul Legacy and Childe, even if Legacy can’t talk in the way that you do. Not broken. Rumbles begin filtering from the Abyssal monster’s chest as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close enough to kiss. Not broken. Because you never were broken, not now, not ever. Love is fickle, temperamental- it comes and goes at its own pace, hopping from whichever person it wants to another and never staying in one spot. Some love everyone, the entire world is their friend, and no one is an enemy. Some don’t love at all, fulfilled without needing romantic relationships. Some love themselves, and inspire others to be kinder to their body and mind, as mortals only have one life. And some are like you, unable to see themselves loving or being loved, only to find that their harshest critic is from within. Not broken. You’re not broken, because both loving and not loving are perfectly reasonable ways of existing. Childe will not ask you to love him- he wants the emotions to be yours, not something you feel obligated to do in order to be “normal”- he’ll never stop loving you either way, even if you don’t feel the same. You’re crying again, overwhelmed by everything and nothing, but the fiery feeling in your chest swirls and bursts into something steady and beautiful, like firelight on a dark evening, and you give Foul Legacy a watery, grateful smile. Ah, you said it at last- those meaningful words. I love you.

#genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #foul legacy x reader #sfw #genshin sfw #genshin hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #tartagalia x reader #alright listen i don't have an excuse for this #i was inspired and had my own experiences and BOOM suddenly this fic exists #is it long winded and rambly? yes #does it not make a lick of sense? also yes #but it still hit close to home for me #i kinda have this ongoing realization that i really can't see myself loving anyone irl #and if i do i don't know how i'd deal with it because i'm already exhausted #how am i going to fit a romantic relationship in life #and it made me feel weird about myself. like something is Wrong with me because all my friends can do it but i can't #and the weird thing is!! i love fictional characters just fine!! but when it comes to irl i just cannot see myself doing it!! what the heck!#so yeah this is a combo of that and my anxiety whenever change happens because i need things to be calm in order to stay calm

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southerngothicchic · 6 months

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I'm obsessed with the idea of Prince Steve, so naturally, I had to write something for him 👑

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒

18+

You supposed you should've been more upset by the proposal of an arranged marriage. Had it been anyone else, you would've been. When your parents brought up the potential of uniting kingdoms by betrothing you to the prince of the neighboring one, you strangely didn't protest. They expected you to be absolutely furious at the thought, but you calmly agreed with their plans, stunning them.

Unbeknownst to them, you had been harboring a crush on your soon to be husband, Prince Harrington. When you would see each other at the annual Grand Ball, he would always ask you to dance, while showering you with compliments. One year, he even stole a kiss, which made you fall even more hopelessly in love with him.

He earned his nickname as the 'Gentleman Prince,' by capturing the hearts of everyone in the kingdom, especially all the young maidens. He was the most eligible man in all the surrounding kingdoms, with different nobles offering their daughters to him when he became of age.

He politely refused all attempts at matchmaking, as he enjoyed the freedom of being with as many different women, as he could.

That was, until his parents brought up the idea of him marrying you, as a means of uniting two kingdoms and ushering in a new era of peace.

He didn't hate the idea, in fact, he was in favor of it. He had a crush of his own, on you, and by having you as his new bride, he would get to fulfill all the fantasies he's had swirling around in his head for years.

The wedding was soon planned and was a lavish affair. Your new husband looked so exceptionally dashing, it made you blush. He also thought you looked beautiful, so ethereal, like his own personal angel.

The ceremony felt like an out of body experience for you, as you were in disbelief you were actually marrying the gorgeous man in front of you.

That feeling lingered until you were being escorted to your new bed chambers, by your new husband.

He paused outside the closed door, before opening it. He then swept you into his arms and carried you over the threshold. You giggled as he set you back on your feet. His hands rested on your waist while he gazed at you.

Your hands gripped his sleeves, hesitant to touch him. He smiled, faintly, before reaching down and placing your arms around his neck.

"You don't need to be so nervous, Princess, it's not like we're strangers," he assured.

"I know, it's just, this is the first time I've been alone with you, and it's...intimidating," you admitted, timidly.

"It shouldn't be," he quietly began, his hand moving to stroke your cheek. "Like I said, we've known each other for years. We've even shared a kiss before."

He leaned in close, brushing your lips with his. You held your breath when he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

"How can I calm your nerves, dearest?" He then asked. "Would kissing you help?"

You only whimpered in response before he pulled you tightly against him, and kissed you deeply. Your hands finally moved as he wanted them to, settling in his hair.

"I think I know something else that would help," he breathed, into a kiss. "Getting you out of this beautiful, yet heavy gown, what do you think?"

You nodded. "Yes, my Prince."

He softly laughed. "We're married now, you don't have to refer to me like that anymore. You can just call me by my first name."

"Right, my apologies, Steve," you replied, as he turned you around, so he could unlace the back of your wedding gown.

Once he finished unlacing the fitted bodice, he pushed its puffy sleeves from your arms, letting it pool at your feet. You now stood before him only in your dainty slip dress. You felt his large hands glide up your arms and his lips against your back. You sighed as he pressed wet kisses across your skin, up to the nape of your neck.

"I've dreamed of kissing you like this," he breathily revealed.

His hands then moved to your breasts.

"And touching you like this..."

You felt faint as he kept kissing you.

"I...think I need to lie down," you finally blurted out.

"Alright, dearest," he said, while guiding you to the bed.

He made sure you were nice and comfortable before he began undressing. You watched as he stripped down to his white, billowy undershirt and trousers. He then joined you, on the bed, laying next to you.

"I haven't overwhelmed you with my affections, have I?" He asked, his hand cradling your face.

"Just slightly," you answered, as your cheeks turned a shade of crimson.

"I'm sorry, I've just wanted this for so long...I didn't mean to..." he apologized, grimacing.

"Its alright," you assured, with a smile. "I've also dreamed of being with you...like this."

His face then lit up. "You have?"

You nodded. "Ever since you first kissed me, I yearned for it to happen again."

He excitedly sighed your name before pulling you into a kiss. A low moan escaped you as he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. Your fingers once again tangled in his hair you indulged in one another.

Panting, he trailed kisses to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck. You gasped when you felt him leaving little marks on your skin, as not so subtle reminders of who you now belonged to.

Your body involuntarily writhed underneath him, as he kissed his way to your collarbone.

"What else did you dream of me doing to you, dearest?" He inquired, glancing up at you, his warm eyes now consumed with lust.

"You touching me, where no other man has," you confessed, taking his hand and placing it under your slip, on your thigh.

He breathily cursed then quickly kissed you again. His hand squeezed your thigh, before moving up a little higher. You gasped against his lips when you felt his fingers brush against you.

He lowly moaned as your arousal coated his fingertips. He ran his fingers over you before finally sinking one of them inside you.

"Is this what you wanted, for me to touch you like this?"

"Y-Yes..." you gasped, your back already arching off the bed.

He grinned as he slowly pumped it in and out of you.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he breathed, before adding another finger.

His lips muffled your moans as he kissed you, hungrily.

"S-Steve..." you gasped, against his cheek.

"Feels good, doesn't it, darling?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, yes..."

"I always want to make you feel good...I'm going to spend this night showing you just how good I can make you feel," he breathed, causing your eyes to widen.

You sighed his name once more, as he pressed wet kisses to your cheek.

You then whimpered at the loss of his fingers, and thought you might actually faint when you watched him place them between his lips. His eyes rolled back when he tasted you.

"You taste divine, Princess," he panted. "I need more."

Steve then eagerly repositioned himself between your legs. He pushed up your slip, exposing yourself to him.

You felt a familiar heat rising throughout your body, as he rested his head on your thigh.

"So pretty, truly angelic, laying before me like this," he lamented, gazing up at you so lovingly.

You then reached for him, placing your palm against his cheek. He smiled, leaning into your touch, before moving your hand to his hair. His hands then gently pushed your legs open, a little wider.

His nose nudged against you, already making you writhe. His tongue then licked and lapped at you. Your fingers entwined in his honeyed locks, while repeatedly sighing his name.

He groaned into you, as he devoured you. Your back again arched off the bed and your thighs enclosed around his head. You breathily apologized, practically smothering him, but he assured you it was fine. He loved how you squeezed him against you, so enraptured by pleasure.

You pulled his hair harder as your eyes closed, feeling yourself inching closer to the edge. With one final kiss, Steve pulled away from you, grinning, his lips and chin glistening.

Your eyes met, each of you panting. He then crawled up your body and hovered his face over yours.

"Was that good, Princess?" He asked, rhetorically, while you nodded.

His smile widened before he pressed his lips to yours. He licked his way into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

You moaned into his sinful kiss, pulling him closer to you.

"I want to make love to you, dearest," he softly said, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"I want that, too..." you sheepishly replied.

"Get undressed for me," he instructed, equally as soft.

He then sat up, so you could shed your slip. Now, you were completely bare and his eyes traveled your perfect body. He bit his lip as he gestured for you to lay back down.

He sprang from the bed and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. His hands then pushed his tight trousers down his legs, revealing him to you.

You couldn't help the gasp that escaped your lips as you saw how he was throbbing for you.

He eagerly climbed on top of you, you each gasping at feeling of skin against skin.

"My literal blushing bride," he smiled, as you tried to turn away.

"No, no, look at me," he said, using his finger to direct your eyes back to his. "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

"I'll try," you breathed.

He kissed you sweetly, before easing himself inside you. You gasped as you felt every inch of him. You winced, digging your nails into his arms, as the pain turned pleasurable.

"Are you alright?" He asked, against your lips. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No...please don't stop," you breathily pleaded, before pulling him into a kiss.

He moaned into it, as he thrusted his hips a little faster. He was still careful not to hurt you, knowing this was your first time experiencing pleasure like this.

"You feel heavenly, darling," he panted, pressing his forehead to yours. "Better than any fantasy could ever be."

"Oh, S-Steve..." you sighed, your eyes closing from the growing euphoria building within you.

"Open your eyes, darling. I want to look into them as I make you mine...you want to be mine, don't you?"

"Oh, yes... more than anything," you panted.

He smiled, leaning up slightly to take your hands in his and pin them to the bed, next to your head. His hips then snapped against yours, illiciting cries of his name, as he brought you both closer to release. He buried his face in your neck, as he felt you come undone around him.

He soon lost himself in you, moaning your name, as his hips kept moving, until he had given you all he had.

Your heavy breathing filled the chamber as he pressed kisses all over your face.

"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" He asked, after regaining himself.

"No, you were wonderful," you smiled.

He let go of your hands and they immediately went to push his tousled hair, out of his face.

"You can do that to me as much as you like," you continued, now making him blush.

He smiled, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

"I love you, Princess," he then breathed, against your lips.

"And I love you, my Prince."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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veras1ne · 10 months

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“The Brightest Star”

Summary ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Stargazing with Anakin was no unusually scene, but tonight was different resulting in comfortable silence, loving touches, and love-laced words.

🫧 Pairing☆⋅⋆ Anakin Skywalker/Reader -ˋˏ Gender Neutral! As always <3 ˎˊ

Warnings 🦢 II 🐾 References to love bites AKA hickeys, and some hand holding!

Thank you guys for all the love on “Heaven is any place with you.” I hope you guys love this one just as much!! Kisses everyone, and remember to leave any requests, thoughts or love in my asks/inbox!! Love ya ,, Vera🫶🏻🫶🏻

There was no denying that Coruscant was a busy planet. From the never-silent city to the everlasting hub of culture and the arts, alongside the large city came the even larger scene of politics.

While many would agree that politics could be harsh and lacking in ethics, being in the Senate had its perks, such as nights like these spent in your apartment with your dearest general Skywalker.

Sneaking around your own complex in order to spend nights with your beloved Jedi was not ideal; peaceful dates and small, rushed kisses turned into passionate whispers, love bites and hour-long conversations you had grown to love and long for. Similarly, a dinner date in your apartment quickly became hushed giggles and hurried touches in the night guided by the light of Coruscant’s moons as you ran to be the first to arrive at your large balcony, attempting to compete with Anakin’s large strides, which, by method of playful pushes and unfair distractions, you had not won.

"It’s not fair, Ani; you always win because you cheat!" Your breath was rapid and lacking rhythm, but your voice was laced with joy and laughter. "It’s not cheating if there were never any rules." Although his voice was playful, you knew he truly meant what he said. "Oh, stop it, Anakin even if there were rules, you’d be the first one to break them," you snickered. Rules were never Ani’s thing, not when he was a padawan, and certainly not now as he’s grown into a man of his own design. His chuckles filled your ears as he shook his head in disagreement. "Please, you sound like Master Kenobi, and it’s not ideal for me to think about him while I’m kissing you," he breathed out snarkily, smiling as speeders flew past Coruscant’s buildings, while your fingers intertwined with Anakin’s rough, callused ones.

You were no stranger to occasionally stargazing with Anakin, but tonight felt different. The winds were calm, and the only sounds that could be heard were the buzzing of nearby vehicles passing by and the slurring of drunk individuals below waiting to get a ride.

Words often were not needed to enjoy your time with him, but the comfortable silence came to an end as your voice piped up, "Do you think the stars ever get lonely?" Your voice was hushed and quiet, but loud enough for only the both of you to hear as your head turned to face his, taking note of how his chest moved rhythmically with each breath, enjoying the peaceful night he was having and basking in your presence, not wishing for it to end. "With over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, I certainly wouldn’t. But then again, I’m not sure I’d worry about the others so much, not when I’m with you." His voice dripped with sincerity, pursing his lips and wetting them to speak once more, all while his eyes never left the sky

"Even with over 400 billion stars in our galaxy, you still shine to me as the brightest."

#star wars #veraisanakinsbitch #veras1ne #anakin skywalker x reader #askvera #star wars x reader #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker

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snarky-magpie · 15 days

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Of Cats, Flowers, and Soulmates

Here's the first chapter of my new story. Enjoy! (Hopefully)

Sirius carries on as though he hasn’t heard the objection. “This,” he sets the tub aside for a moment and pushes the flower pot toward Regulus, “is a sacred desert rose. Legend says that on the day it blooms in your care, you’ll meet the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate, if you will.”

For a brilliant person, Sirius can be extraordinarily gullible (it’s the optimist in him), so Regulus doesn’t bother suppressing his eye-roll. A soulmate. What a load of rubbish. Sure, he’ll admit certain people are better suited for each other, but there’s no such thing as soulmates. No meet-cute when you lay your eyes on someone across a crowded room, and everything magically clicks into place. But at least he can make Sirius pay for ruining his peaceful evening by poking fun at his ridiculous beliefs.

“Wait, I know that one. He’s going to be a dark, handsome stranger riding astride a unicorn to save what’s dearest to my heart,” Regulus scoffs, examining the miniature shrub.

“Precisely,” Sirius beams at him. “Glad you understand.”

“I was being facetious.”

“And I chose to ignore it.” Sirius waves the spoon he’s still clutching in a large arc, splattering sticky drops everywhere. On every immaculate surface and freshly vacuumed rug. Regulus has half the mind to make him lick it clean. He won’t, but he can’t say he doesn’t find the idea tempting.

“Even if I wanted to believe you, which I don’t, this looks closer to dying than blooming. Besides, I don’t need a soulmate because I’ve already got one.” He tilts his chin toward Darcy as he rakes his nails along the cat’s fuzzy cheeks, and Darcy soaks up every bit of the attention, nuzzling his head into Regulus’ palm.

“You two would have very hairy children,” Sirius muses. “But I’m serious, Reg.”

“Yeah. I’m aware. But you can’t help what our dear parents named you.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #sirius black #starchaser #dead gay wizards #the marauders #ao3fic #ao3 #soulmates #soulmates au

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crystalxwitch · 1 year

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10| Surprise - W. Maximoff

Summary: An unexpected guest disturbs your peace.

Masterlist

"Seriously?"

Wanda shrugs her shoulders, holding onto the pan tightly. You need to work on her defense mechanism. A pan isn't exactly the best weapon. But better than nothing.

With small steps, you creep towards the porch. Not making a sound, you push the door open with a sudden shove and jump outside. With your hand balled into fists, you scan the area for anything unfamiliar.

"What is it?" Wanda whispers behind you.

Your eyes land on something bright. You blink. It's still there. You blink again. Green eyes. You would recognize this blonde hair from anywhere. It's not a stranger. False alarm. You lower your fists.

"Nat?"

The blonde grins from ear to ear. Your mind can't catch on to the sudden turn of events. Natasha is here? Wanda carefully nears herself to you again, the pan pressed against her side. A sound of confusion escapes her mouth as well.

"There are my two favorite people in the world!" Natasha cheers, ignoring the small moment of shock. "Surprise!"

In two steps, the blonde is on the porch. She falls into your arms, hugging you with force and squeezing the air out of your lungs. You return the huge trying to push the thoughts surrounding the hows and why's away.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda asks.

Natasha pulls back, turning her attention to the redhead. Wanda has a small furrow on her forehead. You take a step to the side so that Natasha can walk past you.

"A bit more enthusiasm, please. I thought you would be happy to see me." Natasha pouts her lips. "Isn't my surprise not to your liking?"

"Yes, of course!" Wanda immediately replies. "It's just…a surprise, that's all."

"Come here, little witch." She opens her arms, beckoning closer with her crooked index finger. "I'll let it drop when you hug me."

Wanda scoffs. "I would love nothing more than that, shortie.

You observe the interaction with a grin. Natasha is truly tiny compared to you both even though you aren't that tall. A hug later, you walk back inside the cabin.

"I see that you didn't burn the house down…yet," Natasha says. "My prayers were heard."

"Why would you think that?"

Natasha gives the redhead an amused glare, biting down on her tongue. "Wanda, dearest…I don't have much faith in your cooking skills."

Wanda's mouth falls open. You want to defend her, but the blonde already continues to move into the living room. You and Wanda share a short eye contact, rolling your eyes at the same time. You chuckle, quickly following Natasha because you don't want her to notice you falling behind. Knowing Natasha, she would immediately question it and read more into it than there is…

That's not entirely true. Nevertheless, letting Natasha get wind of your new kind of relationship isn't in nobody's interest.

"To be brutally honest, I thought you both would have killed each other already. Good to see that that didn't happen…a murderer would be bad for business."

"There's still time." Wanda quietly mumbles, too low for Natasha to hear but loud enough for you to understand it.

She's not happy about this surprise. But who can blame her after we were so rudely interrupted?

Natasha grazes her fingertips over the bookshelf. "Now…What were you guys up to?"

Before you appeared in front of the door? The blood rushes in your ears. You gulp, parting your lips but Wanda already comes to your rescue.

"A few things to be honest…We went on a hike. We cooked together. Then we went to the pond an-"

"My pond." Natasha corrects her.

Wanda rolls her eyes. "It's not your pond, Nat."

"After what I did there…yeah, it is mine." Her voice holds something suggestive in it, giving the redhead a toothy grin. "I remember it as if it was yesterday. July 2020. Those were fun times."

You look at Wanda who's already staring at you with wide, disgusted eyes. It's not like you didn't warn her. Natasha crosses her arms in front of her chest, attentively watching the small interaction.

You shrug. "Told you."

Wanda turns away. A disgusted gagging sound escapes her throat. You chuckle, giving the blonde an amused glare. Natasha mirrors your expression, giving Wanda a gentle pat on the shoulder. It doesn't help the situation. She was in that water where she… She can't even think about it.

"Wanda, I didn't think of you as such a prude. You should be happy for me…that was a ten out of ten experience. I can only recommend it to you."

"Shut up." Wanda's hand presses down her stomach. "I'm going to puke."

Natasha shakes her head and clicks her tongue in a warning. "Na-ah, not on my carpet."

"That's what you're worried about?!"

Natasha takes a careful step in her direction. "No…maybe a tiny bit."

Wanda grumbles. Not able to watch this any further, you clear your throat. Two pairs of green eyes land on you. Jesus, why do they have such an intense stare? You point to the couch.

"Why don't we sit down for a minute and you can finally tell us the reason for your visit," I say. "I bet we're both waiting for a reasonable explanation for why you have come here. It's not a day-to-day trip to fly out of the States."

"So many questions." Natasha sighs but willingly takes a seat next to you. "But I guess I owe you an explanation."

She crosses her hand on top of her legs. Wanda sits down in her usual spot. Her favorite armchair. Purposely, Natasha drags out the silence. You quickly but surely grow impatient. Did she decide to spend the rest of your vacation with you? God, no. Please let that not be true.

"I'm going to…buy another cabin!" Natasha breaks the silence, clapping her hand together. "A friend of mine doesn't want to keep it any longer and reached out to me a week ago. I obviously wanted to tell you guys but since there's no service in the mountains, I couldn't warn you."

"Damn the mobile network." Wanda pulls her knees up to her chin, tilting her head to the side in thought. "But it makes sense."

Natasha laughs. "Of course it does. Did you think I'd be lying to you, dearest?"

"I don't know…sometimes you like to keep your secrets to yourself."

"You can rest assured, this time it's the whole truth. I'm actually on my way to the guy but wanted to make a quick halt here. Check the situation."

"Meaning you wanted to make sure that both of us are still breathing." You mumble, raising a brow.

"Exactly!"

"Can you get me the box from the top of the bookshelf, y/n? I obviously can't reach it but you should be able to if you stand on the chair."

You walk up to the blonde who stands in front of the bookshelf, looking at the ceiling. There's a box? You haven't noticed it before. Unable to say no to her, you carefully climb on top of the chair. If you stand on your tiptoes, you should be able to reach it.

"Be careful." Wanda watches you with huge eyes and quickly is by your side. "The chair is unsteady."

Wanda places her hand on the chair, making sure that you wouldn't fall. Finally being able to reach the box, you groan as the weight makes itself known by the way your muscles tense. You breathe deeply as you lower the box on the floor. What is in there? Bricks?

"Oh my, did you work out in the past months?" Natasha grazes your arm, clicking her tongue in respect. "You're not as soft as you used to be. Something changed."

Heat rises to your face at the compliment. You aren't someone who can take a compliment easily.

"Yeah, I carried some extra weight recently." You joke to hide your flushed state.

Wanda gives you a deadly look. Truly. If looks could kill you'd me lying on the floor. Natasha laughs, playfully slapping you against your shoulder. You bite down on your tongue.

"You thankfully haven't lost your humor after those days in solitude. I believe you get on Miss Maximoff's nerves quite easily."

"Actually…we get along just fine." Wanda interferes, standing up from the couch. "Does anyone want tea? I'm going to make some for myself."

Natasha shakes her head. "No thanks, I'm good."

Something seems off. Wanda slowly nods her head, her attention moving to you. Her emerald eyes don't have the shine that they usually have. You part your lips but Wanda already speaks again.

"Coffee?"

"Y-yeah."

"Okay." Wanda turns around and disappears out of the room without another word.

"That was…weird to say the least. Are you sure that you get along fine with each other? There seems to be quite a heavy tension between you two."

"Nothing that I know of." You honestly reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Maybe she doesn't know how to handle us both at the same time. You know…she isn't as bad as you believe. At cooking."

Natasha leans forward. "Oh, really?"

"If that wasn't true I wouldn't be standing here."

Natasha excuses herself for a moment, carrying the box back to her car. There's something in there that is important for the meeting with the guy. Documents? You don't remember. Clearly, it isn't that important to you because why else would you have forgotten it the moment the blonde told you?

You take the small moment of peace to confront Wanda about her weird behavior. The air feels heavy, reminding you of the first days with her. You enter the kitchen, closing the door behind you. Wanda doesn't turn around to look at you, acting occupied with the tea.

"What's wrong?" You ask, furrowing your brows. "Why are you behaving all distant again?"

Wanda shakes her head. "Nothing."

She pours the boiling water into the cup. The steam rises in the air. Your heart beats in your throat.

"Everything is fine." She mumbles, feeling your stare piercing through her skin.

"I can see that it's not nothing. Did I do something wrong?" You catch her arm, holding her back as she wants to push past you towards the door. "Talk to me and help me understand."

She presses her lips together, staring daggers into the floor. The sound of the birds swarming through the air reaches your ears. A second goes by. You cross your arms in front of your chest. Unmoving, not letting her leave the room without an explanation.

"Wanda."

"It's just- I don't know…Natasha, she- she…" Wanda rambles, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing heavily. "I don't know what to think of the fact that she's here. I- I liked it when it was just…us."

"I see…"

Wanda swallows harshly, looking over your shoulder to keep avoiding your eyes. This isn't going to work. Breathing deeply, you take a quick glance out of the window. The blonde isn't going to come back soon for the next couple of minutes with her car parked at the end of the path.

"Let me remind you of something because I think you have forgotten." You cup her jaw, running your thumb over her cheeks. "I kissed you this morning…that isn't something I do lightly."

"Me neither…But-"

"There are no buts, Wanda." You cut her sentence off, knowing that she would overthink each moment with Natasha again. "There's only you and me. Nobody else."

Wanda sighs, her shoulders relaxing. "Okay…you're right. I don't know what came over me."

Your eyes flicker between her eyes and lips. With one reassuring glance out of the window, you meet her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. There's no lust driven passion. No out of breath panting. There's just her. Gently. Lingering. Her hands run over your back, settling around your waist.

Not wanting to risk getting caught by Natasha, you disconnect the kiss. Wanda hums, trailing her fingers through your hair. Your heart beats in the same rhythm as hers. Keeping your eyes closed, you nudge your nose against hers.

"My sweet princess…don't you understand? You're the only one in this cabin I have eyes for." You see the smile on her face without opening your eyes. "Not even Nat can come close to you."

"I told you not to call me that ever again." Wanda whispers, leaning her forehead against yours. "How many times do I have to remind you?"

You grin. "I know…that's why I'll keep calling you that...Princess."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda fanfic #wanda mcu #wandamaximoff #marvel #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff

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kaylasficrecs · 1 year

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matt murdock recs

green is the color | one shot, flangst | @courtforshort15 (i can't stop rereading this fic)

bruises | imagine, flangst | @goldustwomun

yours with a kiss | one shot, fluff | @courtforshort15

a discussion of choices | one shot, flangst | @courtforshort15

steal my warmth | drabble, fluff | @devils-dares

koala | drabble, fluff | @thyme-in-a-bubble

i don't know how to leave you | imagine, flangst | @dollwritesarchive

silence | imagine, flangst | @peterman-spideyparker

morning after | imagine, fluff | @spideyhexx

skin | imagine, fluff | @pariahsparadise

always here | imagine, fluff | @blackshadowswriter

you're safe, i promise | drabble, flangst | @devils-dares

lingering | imagine, fluff | @someplace-darker

loving you is easy | imagine, fluff | @peterman-spideyparker

morphine | imagine, fluff | @peterman-spideyparker

the angel of hell's kitchen | one shot, fluff | @swan-of-sunrise

peace | imagine, flangst | @amhrosina

memories, sweet and tangy | imagine, fluff | @atlaese

obstinacy | one shot, fluff | @ellephlox

strawberry rhubarb | one shot, angsty flangst | @ellephlox

care packages | two shot, fluff | @chvoswxtch

light my love | imagine, flangst | @amhrosina

chess | imagine, fluff | @cafeacademia

dearest, you said | imagine, fluff | @brokebonewritings

it's in the details | headcanon, fluff | @onewholikesthings

you're somebody else | imagine, angst | @stylesparker

without you | imagine, heartbreaking angst | @foli-vora

i'm not pouting | drabble, fluff | @wysteria-clad

upstairs | imagine, fluff | @mvtthewmurdvck

fight club | one shot, the trifecta (smut/fluff/angst) | @feelmyskinonyourskin

pretty eyes | one shot, soft flangst | @writings-of-a-hufflepuff

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) | one shot, fluff, smut | @courtforshort15

violets | imagine, angst | @chvoswxtch

customer service | one shot, trifecta | @farfromstrange

afterglow | imagine, angsty flangst | @amhrosina

delicate | imagine, fluff | @goldenlikedayl1ght

you're in the kitchen humming | imagine, fluff | deactivated blog

under the weather | imagine, fluff | @bellaxgiornata

open arms | imagine, fluff | @ithebookhoarder

rotten work | imagine, fluff (some angst) | @chvoswxtch

matt fixing you up | drabble, fluff | @little-miss-dilf-lover

distracted | imagine, fluff | @bellaxgiornata

impeccable taste | drabble, fluff | @stranger-nightmare

labels | imagine, fluff | @peterman-spideyparker

something good | imagine, fluff | @peterman-spideyparker

#matt murdock x reader #masterlist #fic recs #daredevil #mcu

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stuckyhahaha · 1 year

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Haha Daeron and Joffrey eloped. Everyone’s reactions?

I think they’ll be too drunk to find out at the wedding night 🤣and they saw the note Daeron so thoughtfully left because he knew that their family might not notice their absence two days later.

Note:

Dear my dearest family.

I am writing this to you in case no one noticed our present is not currently in the keep anymore, I know none of you will find out until the servant brought you this note, I know you all so well I am not even disappointed.

I hope the joy from my brother’s wedding will keep you in peaceful and sane mind when you read this.

Me and our beloved nephew Joffrey are decided to get married somewhere I don’t know, no wedding feast, no wedding gown, no family, no tradition, probably no ungodly aisle too.

Maybe there will not be any Arbor red or gold to drink, maybe there won’t be a grand hall for gentlemen and ladies to dance, maybe there will be no guess but strangers who speak in foreign languages and a sept too drunk too to pray.

As long as we have each other.

Isn’t this the most romantic thing ever came out from Joffrey’s mind?

From the happiest groom and bride to be:

Daeron the daring

Joffrey the crazy the lovely

People in red keep:

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Alicent, cry and ripped the note: oh seven, why none of my sons can do things normal?

Rhaenyra, sighs: well I am not complaining, but at least they can tell me beforehand.

Daemon, smirking : haha good for them, the daring and the crazy indeed.

Rhaenyra, hugging Alicent tight and snapped Daemon in the back: you are tasked to inform everyone else husband.

Daemon, annoyed: 🙄 yea yea.

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