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OP Men Dating a "Girly Girl"
A/N: sorry this took so long and I haven't posted anything original in a minute my life is mess and I'm so very tired jfc...I know this isn't more than my usual group but I was just gonna stop at Luffy and then decided to add Ace and Sabo as a thank you because writing these and putting them on Tumblr has been really good for me, so thank you for always being here to indulge me 🥲 ❤️
Sanji, Zoro, Law, Luffy, Ace, Sabo
Sanji
Let's be honest, girly-girls drive Sanji craaaazzzzyy (not that all women don't, but he's definitely more partial to the feminine ones) Your make-up, pretty skirts and dresses, jewelry, and manicure, he can't help fawn over you constantly 😍Although you do it because you enjoy it, it's nice that your efforts are so appreciated!!
He spoils you soooo baaaddd!! He literally can't help himself when he sees something pretty or cute that reminds him of you, he has to get it for you. You're drowning in squishmallows at this point.
A river of blood shoots from him every time you show off a new outfit. You're going to kill him and he'll thank you for it.
Dressing up in nice outfits together, especially on date night, is a shared activity that you love to do together. Y'all are living your best happily ever after lives.
Ya'll definitely have scheduled self-care nights. You put on some slow music, open a bottle of wine, draw a bubble bath, all that.
He's utterly useless when it comes to helping you pick your outfits or makeup if you're stuck because he loves you in everything, it's too hard for him to pick. You're his perfect, beautiful Y/N-swaaaaan 😍💖💖✨
He does love to see you in pink or red though so he might default to those colors
Don't try to test your makeup on him lol, you're going to re-awaken the gender identity crisis...I mean Kamabakka trauma
Listen...I'm not saying Sanji has a mommy kink...I'm not even at Whole Cake Island so idk wtf is going on there. All I'm saying is if you give this man a bath, wrap him in a towel to dry him off, and rub him down with luxurious lotions and oils, you might awaken something...that's all...👀
ZORO
He has no clue wtf you're doing. If it weren't for the fact that there's no proof that witches exist in this world, he'd think you are one
He looks at your vanity full of serums, creams, scrubs, lotions, etc, not to mention the makeup and he's like "??????" Just completely baffled
But what do you expect? This man would use that five-in-one Irish Spring soap if he could.
Just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate and admire the fact that you have extensive knowledge in something he can't even comprehend
He knows you like nice shiny things, and again, while he doesn't get it, he does think it's really, really cute when you go starry-eyed over a necklace or an outfit in a store.
In the same vein, he knows how much you love cute things and animals. He has absolutely found a cute animal in the jungle, picked it up, and brought it to you just to show you because he knew you'd love it.
Sometimes in his own gruff way he'll agree with you that it's pretty cute. Thank you for helping this manly man admit things are cute and that's okay.
Other times, he's the one making sure you don't get distracted because it's so cute
Unfortunately and fortunately, you're pretty to him no matter what you do to yourself so it's all kind of a moot point to him.
You can try to ask him about which 'x' to wear, sometimes it's helpful because he'll throw out a really practical answer and then other times he's like "How 'bout you just go naked" 😏.
He'll wear a face mask with you like...twice a year. And he's going to bitch and moan about it but he does it because he loves you. The entire process is like trying to give a cat a bath "WHY IS IT SO COLD? THIS STAYS ON MY FACE FOR HOW LONG???"
Exfoliate this man at your own risk...I'm dead serious that water is going to be brown
LAW
I need you to know right now this man will let you paint his nails!!! I mean, not like gel or acrylics or anything, but he'll let you paint them any color as long as it's a dark shade of that color. You once designed Bepo on his middle fingers. He did in fact flip people off a lot more often when he had them.
Let's you wear a pastel boiler suit because you he loves you and wants to see you happy
Much like Zoro, he's got no clue what you're doing. He'll stand back and watch you while making the exact same face as the gif above.
He thinks he's being stealthy peaking around a corner to watch your morning or night routine, but you quickly catch on. Please please pleeaaassee ask him if he has any questions because he does. He's just really curious why you're doing what you're doing and what it does. It's basically skin medicine and he's really fascinated.
Knowing that you like shiny things makes his life admittedly a little easier, it's not that he doesn't think of what to gift you, he puts A LOT of thought into what he gives you, but knowing that earrings, necklaces, and bracelets always make you happy is great just in case of analysis paralysis or he forgets. Sorry.
Also you wearing the jewelry he gets you does something to him, especially a necklace he can pull on a little, mmhhm you're making this man struggle with impure thoughts.
You both love cute things, it's something y'all connect on. It's really good that you help him access that very neglected inner child of his and encourage him to coo and fawn over adorable animals with zero reservation.
He'll do skincare with you too when he's not super busy. He can admit it's kind of nice to sit in bed with a book, glass of wine, and a face mask and just bask for a minute
He acts like he hates when you rub serums across his face and use a derma roller on him but he loves it
Law doesn't really pay attention to your clothes, but when you really go all out he breaks out in a sweat and he can't keep his eyes off you.
LUFFY
I'm not saying he thinks it's stupid, it just...why have an hours long care routine when you could be going on adventure with him??? 😭😭😭
He will help you pick out your makeup but don't expect it to look good. You're gonna end up with neon orange eyeshadow and green lipstick. Like literally every "My Boyfriend Does My Makeup" youtube video.
Plays around with your stuff but that's because he has no idea what all these strange contraptions are. The moment you try to explain his eyes glaze over and next thing you know he's whisking you away to go do something more fun.
He likes the shiny bright stuff (highlighter), makeup probably is the only part he even remotely engages in because it's
Explain how contour works to this man and watch him lose his fucking mind, he thinks you're a shape shifter now (honestly this applies to all of them except Law and maybe Sanji)
He never notices what you wear, Nami is gonna have smack him on the back of the head to get him to realize you put on something fancy
Luffy points out everything, it just so happens that things he points out sometime happen to be cute animals
Hides in all the stuffed animals and squishmallows in your room to surprise attack hug you
*throws mud at you* "Is this the kind of mud you like, Y/N??" He really means well though.
You know those hair masks with all natural ingredients like honey and banana? Yeah, he's gonna start sucking on your hair like spaghetti...I'm so sorry.
He'll bathe with you but that's because he wants to be close to you, it's definitely not about being pampered or relaxing.
Try to put a face mask on him or something else and it'll just become a game of tag around the Sunny. You can't catch him and he's having a great time outrunning and outwitting you.
He knows this is all important to you so even though he doesn't get it he'd never make fun of you for it and the moment someone calls you "extra," he's kicking their ass.
ACE
Maybe all the glam is a little silly to him but that just makes you extra cute!
He will also absolutely let you paint his nails. Hell, he'll let you do a full beat on him just for fun and he'll wear it for the whole day because he's so unserious lol
...As long as he gets to do your makeup after...Much like Luffy you're gonna be covered in neon colors that don't even remotely match, but you guys have a great time lol
Admittedly likes to be pampered by you when he gets back from a long mission.
Please take a bubble bath with this man, it's not like the water is ever going to get cold!
I'm pretty sure you'd legitimately lead to Ace taking better care of himself. Got this man out here talking about his cuticles and shit lol
Honestly, it's really good for him because self care leads to self love and Ace needs a lot of help with that.
He tells Pops about all the stuff you do 1.) because he loves you and 2.) he hopes some of it will help Whitebeard heal a little, god bless him 😢
All of your hardwork doesn't go unnoticed, he legitimately gets kind of misty eyed when you really dress up because he's so so so lucky. He swears he doesn't deserve you.
He always brings back some kind of gift even whether it's a cute plushie or something exotic to wear from all of his long travels
I need to stress how much this means to him, everyone of these things is like a little proposal because he already knows you're it. Every little gift is leading up to a ring from this man.
He's also just genuinely impressed by the skill it takes to do your makeup so well, especially after he tries doing it on you
Much like his little brother unfortunately, he does play with all the little contraptions in your vanity, especially in the beginning because have you seen an eyelash curler? He's so confused lol
SABO
Sabo and Ace truly are his brothers because he really don't get all the effort lol
Admittedly, a lot of that is because he thinks you're so hot already what's the point???
Once he gets this is just how you are he's less confused, he's probably the most normal out everyone. He lets you do your thing, although he's really curious how you managed to always look amazing while being in the fucking revolutionary army!!?? Where are you getting the time???
If someone were to intrude on y'all on a free afternoon you're both in fluffy robes with face masks on and Sabo loves to pretend to act like a bitch when he's in selfcare mode with you lol
"Are you seriously bothering us right now, ugh! I can't even right now!!" And then you both break out in laughter
He really thinks you should teach others how to contour and do makeup because it has great applications for disguises and infiltration.
And brags about your skills to everyone
Wonders how many of your makeup supplies could actively be used as a weapon *eye roll* jfc Sabo
There's a part of you that secretly worries all your boujieness will remind him of his blood relatives, but he assures you that it doesn't because you have a good heart and he never doubts that
Besides, being a little extra with him helps him associate those things he used to associate with his blood relatives with you instead so it's even better
He spoils you so bad, but with a Sabo-flair, ie. stealing from shitty people and bringing it back to you because you're oh so more deserving of nice things let's be honest
He gets jealous of the cute animals that you squeal over hehehe, please hug him when he starts pouting
He'll always wear a little pink just for you ❤️
#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece x reader headcanon#luffy x reader#law x reader#sanji x reader#zoro x reader#ace x reader#sabo x reader
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As a silly tikly boy toy, your teases about tickle edging are so so so tickle hottttt. Edging and tickling are my biggest fetishes, And I have recently discovered my chest buttons and royal rod are both so sensitive that feathers and makeup brushes on my buttons, and feathers and vibeys on my rod make me legitimately laugh out loud and it feels soooo good but it tickles so bad that ive yet to be able to gigglecum if either is happening. I could be right on the edge, and brushes to either or vibeys on my rod or feathers on my buttons stop my gigglegasm in its tracks. I've also found prolonged on either requires me to be restrained in some way because I start thrashing it tickles so much
You're the kind of cutie boy I'd want strapped into a comfy chair with your arms bound together in front of you, and wrists tied loosely to a post above so you can pull as needed for support with what I'm about to do to your body ~
It's all about that assessment first, my shadow falling over you behind the room's lights, swishing up close in my cute purply dress~ my hands draw up your belly, curiously touching and probing about. "Mmmhmm~ nice soft sensitive body ~" I raise my fingers and let my nails graze and glide up your ribs to your chest. "Ticklish, too~" My curious fingers move up to your chest, seizing around your flat boy boob and tapping lightly with my thumb on the lil royal buds. "Are your boobs ticklish?" I tauntingly squeeze, snickering and casting my eyes down. "Adorable boy parts too~" I unceremoniously lift to your royal rod and inspect it closely, watching your reaction with a smirk while I slide my finger down the length, feeling for those sweet hot spots~ I trace the vein, lightly pump the base, rub my thumb under the tip and start rolling the head around similarly~ "Oooooh~ mmmh?" I imitate your sounds including your gasps~ and then pull my hand away and smile. "Ah, ah, ah. Baby boytoy can't cum until tickle mama says so~"
Then I can snuggle up to you, arm around your side to lightly trace there with my finger from hip and up and around the edge of your belly, the incessant little tickle while I play with your royal parts~ The soft feather crests upwards and starts swirling your chest in a figure 8, working around but not touching the buttons yet. I snicker and coo in your ear as I work your upper body. "Gitchie gitchie goooo~ I'm gonna get youuu~" I kiss and brush my lips on your ears, fawning over your reactions. "Awwwww...sooo cute~ my own little boytoy~" The feather is tossed and I grin and "mmmhmm" as I turn on a bullet vibrator and begin drawing it around each little button, slowly going inward until I'm teasing the tip ~ all while I pinch at your sides madly.
"Struggle all you like, it's still gonna tickle~" I whisper as the vibe goes down, trailing your belly and dips into your navel ~ pausing to insert in and out of your divot ~ before tracing the happy trail before finally settling upright on your royal rod. I grasp your boy part with the vibe in hand, and start pumping slowly. "Buzzy buzzy handjob for you ~ have you ever been vibed like this? Ever had your cute royal rod milked and buzzed?" I glide my nails playfully at your hip, blowing puffs of air on your blushing face and ears. "Mmmhmm mmhmmm. Feel good? Gonna gigglecum?"
Then I release and snicker at you. "Ahh ah ahhhh uh uhhhh~" I wag my finger at you and toss the vibe, picking up my makeup brush. The blush brush twirls and glides and only touches right under your swollen wanting tip. "Blushy blushyyy~ aren't blush brushes just so sexy? Mmmm?" I smirk and let the soft edges just barely dance and flutter on your death spot. I study your reactions and carefully apply the tickly tingly teases. I keep you right at the brink, following every twitch and squirm of your most royal area~
"Don't worry though cutie pie ~ I'm a merciful mama. You're always gonna gigglecum when you're with Amy~" I smile brightly and put aside the brush. As I crawl up to your lap I pick up my favorite tool. The oversized wand kicks on in my hand with a fierce hum. "Not that anyone can resist the wand~ We'll just put ms. wand right here on your death spot and we'll see who wins~" I lightly grasp the base of your royal shaft and pump it teasingly once before applying the vibrating bulb of the wand right under the crown. "Mmmmhmm ~ uh huhhhh~ go ahead, tell me all about it~ how does that feel? Yeahhhh? Mmmmhmmm~" I nod and smile gradually raising the speed, never breaking the contact on your rod ~ but I do modulate the speed up and down to prolong your treatment.
Once I have you gasping and wanting and thoroughly stiff, I release the base and pick the blush brush back up ~ and start twirling it on each royal button. "Can the wand and the blushy do ittt? Can they do it? Yeahhh?" I snicker and buzz and brushy ~ "come on, cum onnn~ let's gigglecum~ gigglecum for your Amy noww~ we're not stopping until we get all those giggledrops out of your naughty royal rod~!"
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fight club (p.h.)
request: hii can i request smth angsty with pope ? maybe it could end well for both the reader and him but overall it’s just filled with angst and slow burn and tension ? ty xx
ofc lovieee!!! loving this pope recognition finally!! :)
this will be a two part becuause this was longer than i expected!!! part 2 here!!!
masterlist.
you literally felt like you could not sit still. anger was pulsating through your veins as you paced back and forth on the porch of the chateau. you also felt the piercing eyes of pope follow you back and forth as you struggled to form a cohesive sentence.
“it’s just- ugh! she can’t get away with this! she thinks because she’s a kook that i’ll be begging for her forigveness and shit like i’m a starving peasant just to save my reputation! i’m a fucking pogue, i don’t have a reputation to uphold!” you spat as your hands clenched together so hard you swear you were going to accidentally draw blood from your palms.
vanessa was a kook that you never had problems with when you were kids because you two had a friendship that was secretive and playful because of opposing groups. it wasn’t until middle school was when she ditched you, similar to kie and sarah’s relationship. thankfully for them, they sorted it out. however, vanessa was bitter and bitchy every chance she could get.
“yes (y/n)! keep it fiesty! i wanna see you win a good cat fight.” jj egged you on.
“you’re gonna make yourself go crazy if you don’t just sit down.” pope spoke in a sterner tone than you would have expected. but as the rage filled you from vanessa, pope’s tone was not helping. you felt a tinge of hurt in your chest as he expressed his clear stress and annoyance with you. but you weren’t going to let it go that easily; not in this state.
“i’m fine just the way i am, thanks.” you responded just as passive-aggressively as he did. you literally had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes so you wouldn’t egg this on, because the last thing you needed was for pope of all people to be on your bad side.
you heard him scoff from behind you and his footsteps faded away. you spun around so quickly, maybe even too quickly to play it cool, to just see a flash of him as he turned the corner. your eyes flashed to john b, kie, and jj who had expressions that were just as shocked as your own.
“what’s his problem?” you asked, expecting an answer real quick before you had to go investigate it yourself. your teeth grinded against each other and you felt your face and ears go hot.
“he probably just doesn’t think this is worth it (y/n/n).” kiara stated, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt and giving you a look that said don’t let it get to you. kiara shared a quick glance with john b and jj, which definitely did not go unnoticed by you.
“w-what was that? that little look you three shared?” you asked pointing your finger at them interchangeably and confused but angrily eager to find out. you raised your eyebrows, expecting another speedy answer as you finally turned towards jj who held his hands up in defense and bit his tongue.
“cut pope some slack. you’ve been looking for trouble lately (y/n), it’s been keeping him on edge each time.” john b responded and slapped his hands on this thighs before getting up off the couch. you felt your cheeks get a little hot and your jaw drop slightly.
pope was trying to be protective of you. this was not a secret that you and pope were always flirty with each other but neither of you ever acted on it. both keeping the same sad mindset, if they wanted to, they would. everytime you talked about this with kiara and sarah at a girls’ night, they playfully judged you for thinking like that and tried to encourage you to just go for it.
you took a deep inhale and relaxed your shoulders and face, feeling the tension ease up on your body. “she’s asking for it...look i don’t want to make pope upset or anything but vanessa can’t keep pulling this shit. she’s asking for her teeth to get knocked in.” you huffed out as you grabbed your backpack and phone to hop on your bike and head home.
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your grabbed your phone and backpack as you headed back outside to your bike. you didn’t even bother to text the rest of the group about catching a ride to tonights kegger because you were just a little fired up from earlier. they were your friends and if this were any other case, they would be backing you up. why is this time any different?
you’re recalling yourself getting ready. stud earrings because she can grab hold of hoops. your hair in two braids because there was less surface area for her to snatch onto. sneakers to make a run for it in case shit gets bad.
what the rest of them don’t understand is that not only was vanessa mean, spoiled, and made your existence on the obx difficult, was that you had a bumpy past with her. more than just losing a friend. she made up a rumor based on fake ideas that she overheard her parents talking about. when she would run into you on the street with her other kook friends at the ripe age of 13, she would be a bystander as they spat insults your way. that always caused a strain in your friendship.
until one day, she started the picking on first. she judged you on your family’s financial situation and said quote-by-quote “i heard her mom cheats on her dad with all of her little pogue friend’s dads. who knows, they could actually be related and we wouldn’t know. she’s a whore and i’m sure she’ll end up just like her.” tears still brim your eyes at that memory. you wouldn’t dare tell the rest of the pogues, whether it was out of embarassment or fear. it was best for them and their own minds that it was never brought up again. since then, it seems like constant torture from her.
you pulled up on the beach and hopped off your bike as your tires were definitely not made for the sand. you laid it on a tree and made a b-line to the keg that john b was basically guarding. “thought we’d hear from you.” you heard kiara state as she sat on the sand and glanced up at you, squinting her eyes to keep the remaining sun from basically burning them.
“yeah well, just got a lot on my mind.” you responded. you didn’t want to be so abrupt with them but your blood was basically boiling with the idea of vanessa. john b stared between you and kiara and handed you a full red solo cup which you gladly took, taking a gulp.
“soooo...” jj started, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “cat fight tonight?” you felt a chuckle rise out of you as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“if you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get front row.” you joked, sending a smirk jj’s way and taking another gulp. you felt a presence behind you and turned to be faced with pope. his facial expression had clearly changed from what you saw from him last time. he looked almost guilty and concerned rather than aggravated.
“come to snap at me again?” you said, turning towards the horizon on the water. looking into his eyes right now was difficult. maybe because it was the idea that you knew some part of you wanted to snap at him for him snapping at you earlier but you couldn’t make another enemy. not tonight.
“about that...can i actually talk to you for a minute?” pope muttered, instincitvely cracking his knuckles, clearly scared to tread on water. you felt your shoulders relax and your facial muscles follow suit. placing your drink and backpack on the ground you followed a few paces behind him, closer to the sand where the tide was rolling in. although he didn’t stop, he wanted this to be a walk and talk situation.
you strolled beside him, both of your hands slightly brushing against each other every now and then. while neither of you took initiative to grab the others’ hand, neither of you pulled your hands out of that pathway either. that connection and touch felt nice. it was reassuring that his snappiness, along with your own, was out of love and protection of each other.
“you won’t be happy with what i’m about to say...” pope started, basically holding his breath.
“so why say it, pope? i know it sounds bad to say outloud but, why not just let me fight her? she has made my existence so unbearably difficult on this island and has slandered my name and countless others of those i love too much and for too long. i’m sick of being a pushover and letting her get away with it because of mommy and daddy’s money. im done!” you blurted out, letting more info out than you expected. “why does it bother you so much? if this was topper and john b going at it, or rafe and jj? which keep in mind, both have actually happened, i’m sure you would be more hesitant to stop them.”
your strolling came to a sudden halt as pope took a step directly in front of you, face to face. he looked longingly into your eyes, somewhat darting back and forth between your own eyes to search for an answer to his questions or even an answer to yours.
“(y/n)! i can’t see you get hurt. i know how badly you want to do this and how much it means to you but in the end, what is it going to get you? an even worse reputation among kooks, bloody nose, and a black eye? is it worth it?” pope rambled drasticaly.
“it is worth it! and i’m so thankful that you care about me and my well being and everything in between but this is something that i have to do. once and for all. i’m not putting myself and everyone i love through this torture anymore. and if that means beating the shit out of her and getting a bloody lip and battered up on the way, than so be it!” you responded, using your hands quite animatedly throughout the performance. the waves seemed like the loudest thing on earth as you awaited an answer from pope. he looked defeated and anxious, knowing that there was no getting through to you for this.
“i-” pope started before cutting himself off, looking deafeated yet again. he ran his hands over his face in frustration and as he let his eyes shine over the tips of his fingers, they locked with yours. you felt stuck in place and in a trance for a split second before you felt a pair of hands on your waist and soon enough, you were lip locked with pope.
instantly you pulled away, your heart feeling full and your legs feeling limp. your hands made their way to his jawline, slightly caressing his cheeks and neck as you pulled him back into the kiss, elongating it.
he pulled away, shocked yet proud with himself. you could not help the small smile that made it’s way onto your face as your cheeks felt hot immediately. “i can’t believe i’m saying this but...fuck it. beat the shit out of vanessa.”
the small smile grew as a laugh escaped your lips. you were quick to grab his hand as you both made your way back towards the kegger that was becoming a little more dense as the minutes passed. sarah, kiara, jj, and john b’s eyes were quick to fall on your interlocked hands with pope. both of you kept quiet, playing it nonchalantly. but you couldn’t help but notice pope’s look to john b and jj, all with smirks lined up on their faces.
part two out later!! :)
#obx#obx imagines#obx x reader#obx headcanon#Outer Banks#outer banks imagines#outer banks masterlist#john b#john b routledge#jj maybank#rafe cameron#kelce outer banks#topper thorton#kiara carrera#sarah cameron#pope x reader#pope heyward#pope heyward imagines#pope heryward#pope x y/n
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Sinful Sunday
AN: Alright everyone, here it is this week, and I just gotta say that they all are VERY sinful this week so go crazy lol. I do have a taglist for this now, so if you want added just let me know! (Also ik this is super early, but it is almost 3 am and I stayed up late writing these, and skipped a THOT and I just wanna wake up to validation)
Sinful Sunday Masterlist
Pairings: Captain Rex x Reader, Commander Wolffe x Reader, Boba Fett x Reader, SUB!Din Djarin x Reader
Rex was finally home on leave after months of being away on missions and leading men into dangerous battles. After being separated for so long it was hard to believe that you were actually cuddled up to him with his chest to your back watching a movie in your living room. The movie that was playing had been some movie that released while Rex had been away and he had specifically requested to watch, saying he thought it looked good. But here you were, neither of you paying attention to the movie, at all. It had started innocently, Rex just running his hand along your hip and thigh as he actually watched the movie. But it was very obvious that the touches didn't stay innocent long no matter how much he tried to fake it. Soon his hand started moving its path more towards your inner thigh, then higher up your inner thigh, high enough that with each pass he brushed softly against your clothed core. It wasn't until Rex was working his hand into your sweats and panties that you grabbed his hand and groaned out, "You wanted to watch this." Rex replied almost immediately, and in a whispered, almost needy, tone right in your ear, "Sorry darling, but I just can't help myself, I havent seen you in so long." And with that he pushed his hand out of your grip and slid his fingers right through you wet lips, brushing over your clit making you whine, and shoving his fingers as deep as possible into you, drawing out a gasp of his name from your lips. Rex only took enough time to groan about how wet and warm you were before he started fingering you like his life depended on it. As always Rex knew where to hit inside of you to bring you the most pleasure, and as he did he kissed and sucked on your neck. As Rex's fingers sped up you couldn't help but to grind down against his palm and when your clit was pressed into his palm you couldn't stop the shout that passed you lips, and you could feel the smirk that spread across Rex's face when you did. You felt yourself get closer and closer to your peak, and as Rex felt you start to tighten on his fingers he made sure that with every grind of your hips your were rubbing your clit on his palm. It took you no time at all to reach down and grab his hand over your clothes as you moaned out his name and came explosively all over his hand. When you finally caught your breath, you looked over your shoulder to look Rex in the eyes, only to find them blown wide in lust and him growling, "I hope you're ready, because I am far from done with you, darling."
Moderb!Captain Rex x Reader
So this THOT bloomed from the idea of Modern AU Captain Rex, who is still a captain in the army so you rarely get to see him because he is active duty.....
The first time the two of you actually had sex you had been surprised when Wolffe had buried his teeth into you shoulder as he came. You hadn't brought it up after, especially considering he hadn't broken any skin and only left teeth marks and a decent bruise that you would run your fingers over in the coming days while he was away on a mission. After that the bites and nips started happening more often, and you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling and the colorful marks he left for you that reminded you of him while he was gone. Neither of you brought it up, but it was obvious that both of you enjoyed it.
Commander Wolffe x Reader
Okay so another clone boi is getting a THOT this week and it is the sexy and grumpy Wolffe and his biting kink that he soooo has and I refuse to believe otherwise......
It wasn't until after a particularly long mission that when he was getting ready to go down on you, you gently pulled his hair to pull him away from you. And while avoiding eye contact you mumbled out asking him to bite and leave marks all over your thighs, and well, Wolffe didn't need to be told twice. Immediately feeling list flow through his veins Wolffe praised whatever deity was out there for giving him the perfect significant other, and went to town. Wolffe liked and gave soft nips to one thigh first before kissing a spot by your inner thigh and following it quickly with his teeth. He repeated that action two more times on that thigh before switching to the other one and starting the whole process over again. By the time wilffe was finished both of your thighs were covered in marks that were already bruising and you were a squirming mess. Wolffe, running out of patience and just wanting to fuck you silly and leave a few more marks an your shoulders, stood quickly and slammed into you with a grunt.
You were honestly kind of suprised that you managed to get Boba to sit on the edge of the bed and agree to him letting you pleasure him for once. But now, as you kneeled between his thighs, with his thick cock standing tall in front of your face you wondered where you should even begin. And what was making it worse was that Boba was watching your every move intently. You gingerly reached out and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, noting that your fingers didn't even wrap around completely because he was so thick, and then you leaned forward and gave the head a small kitten lick that dragged a small grunt from Boba. Feeling a bit more confident you wrapped your lips entirely around the tip and sucked and ran your tongue around it and over his slit, which is what cause Boba to tangle his fingers in your hair and pull slightly, grumbling about no teasing. Smirking, you pull back and spit in your palm before wrapping your hand around his base again and start moving your hand up and down at a nice steady pace. Then you smile up at him before leaning back down and swallowing as much of his cock down your thoat as possible, which wasn't as much as you would have liked. Boba cursed, and you could feel his hips twitch wanting to thrust up bjt he held back. Then you went to work bobbing your head and pumping your hand in time, while curving your tongue along the under side of his cock. You stayed at this pace, occasionally pulling off for air, before plunging him down your throat again. At some point you look up to meet his gaze at the same time you cup his balls and that's when you saw his resolve break. With a curse Boba's hand in you hair tighten more than you thought possible and he apologized quietly before lifting his hips to start fucking your mouth and throat. It didn't take long at all before you felt his cock twitch and balls tight, before he pulled out so his head was the only thing still in your mouth and he spilled everything, completely filling your mouth and some dribbling out with the spit trailing your chin and neck.
Boba Fett x Reader
And because my head is full of THOTS for Boba, here is a tiny THOT that is literally just giving Boba some head....
You weren't sure how you got into this situation entirely, but maker you were so turned on by this turn of events. The original plan had been to only put the strap on and give Din everything he had ever given you and more. But the second you put the strap on this time, you instantly went into a power trip, and from the way you had Din on his knees licking and sucking on the plastic cock you were currently sporting, well you think it would be safe to say that he too was enjoying the turn of events. Gripping onto his hair you tsked at him and made him look you in the eyes, "Oh, pretty boy, if you are gonna suck my cock, you're gonna have to do it right. Open up for me." The second he did you groaned at his obedience and you cooed out good boy, before slowly starting to slide the dildo into his mouth, you gave him a few shallow thrusts, before slowly and steadily pushing the entire thing down his throat, which him only gagging once. You groaned and gripped his hair telling him, "Kriff, you're such a good boy, why don't you suck this cock for a minute and then I'll fuck you like I promised." As you spoke you saw his own cock twitch between his thighs before he started bobbing slowly on the strap. Like you promised, it only took about a minute before you got impatient and pulled him off and you leaned down to kiss his forehead and told him to climb onto the bed and lay down.
Din Djarin x Reader
Haha, did I hear more Sub!Din? No, well too bad, here's some filthy Din getting pegged.....
You quickly followed and kneeled between his thighs, throwing one leg over your shoulder and keeping the other on you hip as you pressed into Din slowly and watched his eyes close and forehead wrinkle up in pleasure. Once you were fully inside you praised him for taking you so well and rewarded him by pumping his weeping cock a few times, which resulted in a long groan and a choked, "please!" Abliging him you started giving small harsh thrusts, circling you hips, and trying to find the spot that made him moan your name so sweetly. The second you hit his prostate you knew because he did just that and you drilled into him while smirking and watching the flush flow across his face, ears, neck, and chest. The sight was beautiful and hot and you told him just that, which pulled a whine from him as he turned his head and buried it in the pillow. You spent alot of time at this pace and angle praising him and pouring as much pleasure into Din as possible, but then he brokenly whimpered out your name and a "please...moOore." Smiling you lean down to his ear and say, "Only because you asked so nicely, pretty boy." And you pulled almost completely out of him before slamming back in, and you grabbed his angrily red cock and started pumping it in time with your thrusts. Din didn't stand a chance to hold out much longer and after a handful of quick thrusts and pumps he was cumming all over you hand with a shout as you continued to rail into his prostate to drag out his pleasure. When you were satisfied that you couldn't give him anymore, you gently laid down his legs on the bed, and slowly and carefully pulled out of him, before standing up intent on cleaning him up so the two of you could cuddle peacefully.
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Depth Over Distance - Part One [Rudy x Reader]
[A/N: I haven’t found a hometown Rudy fic yet soooo I wrote one. I have no idea where this story is going to go and I’m honestly finding it hard to get out of writing JJ and get into writing Rudy, but here we go anyways. I wanted to write something where the reader and Rudy were hometown friends before he moved to LA, and to explore the idea of how that would change/what it would look like when he comes back. Get ready for a S L O W. B U R N. my dudes. Peace and love, Mossy x]
The sky was grey and the air was wet - it had been raining for 4 days straight. You sat in your car with the heat cranked, your window down slightly so that the humidity didn’t fog up your mirrors. Living on the Alaskan coast was beautiful most of the time but horrible some of the time, especially when you had to waste gas just keeping warm and dry at 6pm in the beginning of ‘Summer’.
You had never lived anywhere else aside from the summer you spent in Vancouver with your cousin when you were 19. Now, at 23, you were working full time at the local bookshop that was an 8 minute drive from your house in the winter and a 20 minute walk/skate in the summer. Your car was parked street side, waiting for your friend Lizzy to finish her shift at the cafe. The smell of the rain and the Ben Howard song on the radio made you nostalgic about the times you and your friends from high school had spent hours skating down these streets, beers in your backpacks, no helmets, dirty shoes and clothes, no pressure, no responsibilities, no cell service...no worries.
Since graduation a lot of your friends had moved out of town, either to Anchorage or down to Washington, or further south. Your best friend Lizzy had stayed close to home, helping run her families business and working part time at the cafe. You had stayed local too...your dad owned a fishing guide business and your mom was an admin assistant for the MD in town, but neither made enough to cover all the medical bills you had racked up over the last few years. You figured once the debt was paid off you might leave...but you had no idea where you would go.
You missed all of your friends, but you missed the boys the most, aside from Lizzy you didn't have a lot of female friends, and your boys had been like brothers to you. You spoke to most of them every few weeks on FaceTime, except Rudy. He had gone to LA for awhile and had kept in touch loosely, but after the first few months he started to drift.
You felt the loss the hardest for Rudy. He had been your closest friend the longest, you had spent nearly every day of every summer together since you were 9, and every school year you worked the same part time job at the seafood restaurant on the water. Now, the last you heard, he was coming back for the summer to ‘reconnect’. You had low expectations and tried not to let yourself get excited, but truthfully, you wanted him to spend some time at home and be around his own kind again - he had always been a homebody and you were worried that being gone for 4 years would go to his head or change him.
Lizzy tapped on the glass, causing you to blink out of your reverie and smile at her. You rolled the window down and let her reach in and open the door from the inside (the handle had been broken since high school). She threw her backpack and skateboard in the back seat, climbing in and closing her door.
“Ugh.” She grunted as her teeth chattered and she rubbed her bare legs.
“You know its only May, you shouldn’t even be wearing shorts yet. The snow just melted.”
Lizzy glared at you playfully and put her hand out to do your handshake. You did it, then put the car in drive and started slowly down the street, windshield wipers moving rhythmically.
“How was the shift?” You asked as you checked your mirrors and wiped some humidity off the rear view.
“Same old” Lizzy leaned back in her seat and pulled the visor mirror down to fix her hair. “That old man Collins from the cannery keeps coming in and harassing me.”
“Jack? The one with the eye patch?”
Lizzy nodded dramatically as she held the bobby pins in her mouth and started to twist her straight black hair off her face.
“That guy-“ She finished placing the final pin and slammed the visor closed “-Is an absolute creep.”
You snorted a sarcastic laugh and rolled your eyes.
“He’s like...70. And widowed. Don’t be rude.”
“I’m not being rude. Im just...asserting my boundaries.”
“You literally have a 3 foot counter between you at minimum, at all times.” You looked over at her and raised your eyebrows.
“Whatever. All I’m saying is we need hotter men in this town. Like...soon.”
You nodded in agreement and felt your eyes wander all over the road, remembering the time you and Rudy had taken your longboards down it after a torrential downpour and you had crashed and gotten such bad road burn that he had to call his dad to come pick you both up because you couldn’t walk.
“Hey, Y/N, are you listening?” Lizzy cut back in, staring at you.
“No, what?”
“I said, speaking of hot guys, I heard Rudy is coming back for a few months.”
You pinched your face and looked at her then at the road, then back at her.
“Rudy is not hot. Rudy is....Rudy. What are you talking about?”
Lizzy looked at you disbelieving and closed her mouth, trying not to smile.
“What!” You repeated, smacking her arm.
“Hey!” She laughed, then shook her head and looked out the window. “Whatever you say man, I just think....” She grabbed her water bottle and began to screw off the lid “I just think...he’s not gonna be the same Rudy that left 4 years ago. He’s like...a movie star now.”
You couldn’t even begin to touch that one. You knew what she was doing...she was always harping on you about going on dates or taking trips with her to the mainland to hook up with the pilots during their layovers. You never went, and always insisted that you were just fine and were not interested. She never listened. Part of that was true...you were fine, and usually not interested. But sometimes, when the water was calm and the sunset was colourful and the fish were jumping and your beer was cold...you wished you had someone to share it with.
“I’m going up to Skagway this weekend with my dad” You said, changing subjects. “He’s short a guide and needs someone to drive the boat.”
“Lucky you” She said sarcastically, screwing the lid back on her bottle. “Another weekend spent with men twice your age who have zero ability to catch a fish and even less ability to smell nice.”
“It’s good money.” You said flatly, annoyed that everything seemed to revolve around men with her. “And in case you forgot I’m kinda in need of that at the moment.”
Lizzy licked her lips and put her hands up, dipping her head.
“Alright...noted. Chill out Kemosabe.” She giggled under her breath and looked out her window, drawing a small penis in the moisture on the window.
“Babe, seriously. You need to get laid.” You said, shaking your head.
“I know” She replied, working on the veins. “Trust me. Im in a state of national emergency by this time of year.”
Lizzy was absolutely one of the girliest girls (and most beautiful girls) in the south of Alaska, which was ironic considering the house she grew up in. Her dad was an overweight German restaurant entrepreneur who had opened a world class seafood restaurant in Juneau back in the 90s and had shacked up with her mother who was this drop dead gorgeous Haida warrior woman who you had literally seen kill and skin a bear with her own hands.
They had forged this chain of restaurants local to Alaska that people flew hundreds of miles to eat at, but still lived in an off-grid cabin that hadn’t been insulated since 1960 and used wood heating. Not really the type of family that screamed southern belle femininity - yet somehow Lizzy came out of that union with a pink bed set, refusing to ever wear camo or sweatpants, and still had never shot a gun - which her mother reminded her of weekly.
Lizzy had hit puberty at 10 and had used her breast advantage over every girl in your class for the next 3 years like some sort of distinction of better genetics, as if she needed boobs to prove that. Unlike you, she was naturally thin and tall (6ft to be precise), had long, thick straight black hair and olive skin, and perfect hips. You felt like a prepubescent boy standing next to her, with your uneven complexion and your frizz and your awkward thigh fat distribution. You were envious of her genetics - her mother graced her with the body of an athlete and the thick black hair, and her father had given her height and cheekbones that could slice through glass. You looked down at your arms, covered in freckles, pasty white from lack of sun, and cringed, looking back at the road.
You turned the corner leaving the main road and starting on the dirt road that led to your favourite part of beach access. Lizzy pulled her hoodie out of her backpack and took off her seatbelt, leaning forward to pull it down over her head. You leaned forward and looked up, this was your favourite part of the drive. The dirt road which was lined with moss and ferns and other foliage wound along the base of the snow capped mountain that was at least 1000ft in elevation. The mist and fog from the coast was thick and creeped through the tall cedar trees, black ravens and falcons flying overhead stark against the white mist. This was the most idyllic picture of northwest coastal living you could find.
When you parked at the trail head Lizzy slipped off her work flats and into her Teva’s, you grabbed your yellow Vans out of your trunk and slipped them on. You usually drove bare foot, a habit you had started in high school after Rudy had thrown your shoes off the dock at the restaurant and you had to drive home without any. You grabbed your sweater and your backpack which had the beer in it. As you were both gathering the rest of your things...beach blanket, hats, and rain cover, you heard a car pull up behind you. You stood up out of the trunk and squinted to see the car through the fog. It was a black ford pickup you had never seen before.
“Who’s that?” Lizzy chimed in from behind you.
“No clue” You said as you lifted your hand to wave once.
The truck had tinted windows and looked brand new. When it pulled up beside you, the drivers side window began to unroll, revealing Junior - your high school (ex) sweetheart.
“Holy” You said, eyebrows up, nodding. “Nice truck - where’d you steal it from?” He rolled his eyes at you dramatically.
“Whatever kid - its a rental. Got it to drive to the airport in.” His chest puffed out and his expression read so proud.
“Airport?” You said inquisitively. “Since when does Alan pay you to drive new trucks to the airport?”
“Since Rudy hired him for the pick up service and apparently is incapable of driving his own ass around anymore” Junior snorted and waved at Lizzy.
“Or he doesn’t have a car here anymore” You noted, rolling your eyes at him.
“Either way, I get this bad boy for the next 24 hours and I intend to give her the royal grand tour of our humble town.” He ran his hand up and down the steering wheel, stroking the new leather. “Wanna go for a rip?” He said, winking. You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Well I do” Lizzy piped up from beside you, walking closer to the window. She smiled at Junior and began to put her hair in a pony tail. She nudged your arm as she began to walk to the passenger side door. “Come on, granny. Let’s go!”
She laughed as she climbed up into the truck, but you shook your head again.
“I’m good...you kids have fun. Say hi to Rudy for me” You said to Junior, who shrugged his head and muttered ‘definitely wont do that’ under his breath.
Lizzy blew a kiss at you and waved once before Junior put it in drive and started to go up the dirt road north of you.
Junior and you had ended on okay terms, but he had concocted a theory that you had broken up with him because of another guy, and the unspoken suggestion was that that guy had been Rudy. Small town guys had a heck of a time with the idea of girls and guys just being friends.
You sighed and watched as the truck disappeared around the corner, and turned back to your own car. You grabbed your backpack and slammed the trunk closed, walking down the path alone. You weren’t mad at Lizzy for going with him - she was flighty and bailed on you at the bar all the time - but you were mad the beer was going to go warm before you could drink it all. Not that you should even be drinking 6 beers alone by the water when you had to drive yourself home. Doubtful the 2 cops in this town would even be awake to see you though. Whatever.
You reached the end of the path and rounded the corner, revealing the coast line and the rocky beach. It was your favourite place to sit and think, sit and smoke, sit and be yourself. The beach curled in a U shape, giving you a private spot where the rest of the shoreline was blocked from view and all you could see was the ominous cedar forest that stretched up the mountain, the snow caps at the top, and the horizon over the cold pacific.
You had intended to share the joint you had in your pocket with Lizzie, but...well, her loss. You spread the blanket out on the softest patch of sand and rocks you could find (which still meant you were guaranteed to get at least 2 rocks in the ass) and placed your bag down, kicking off your sneakers. You took a deep breath for the first time in a few days and lit the joint, taking one long, deep inhale. You felt it tingle through your chest and your arms and legs almost immediately, relaxing you. Being here alone always sent you into a spiral of memories and thoughts that you worked hard during the day to suppress. Most insistent lately had been thoughts about your health problems. You called them ‘health problems’ but in reality it was just an eating disorder. You could go 2, sometimes 3 days without eating anything, and never felt hungry. It started after graduation.
You had lost weight, dramatically, going from a stable 120-125 to 95 at most and 90 at worst, in the span of a month. And for the next three years you had never gained it back, you had stayed at a relatively stable 95, which still left you looking sickly and too thin at 5’3”. Your frame wasn’t built for that kind of weight drop, you were Scottish and Cree, sprinkled with a little bit of German and Irish. A classic northwest cracker mix. You weren’t naturally small, you always had a bit of something to grab onto, but it was normal to your body, healthy.
Some part of your brain knew that it had something to do with leaving school...and the pretence that came with that. The expectation...the responsibility. You were never that kind of person, and it never really bothered you, but suddenly it had. You never planned to go to University right away, but you had no back up plan. It wasn't something you and your friends really talked about. But suddenly Jacob had gotten into U of Washington, Dan had left to backpack Europe, and Rudy had not so graciously announced he was deferring his acceptance and scholarship to culinary school because he wanted to be an actor, and flew to LA the next month. You had been left behind, with Lizzy of all people, and it had hit you hard.
You looked around the beach, dragging on your joint quicker than normal, trying to knock the thoughts out of your head. An Eagle screeched above - scaring you - and you laid back on the blanket, closing your eyes. You needed to chill the hell out. This was the first time in a few weeks that you had gotten a night off from helping your dad with his guide business and you didn’t plan on wasting it riddling your brain with anxiety and worrying about your body.
You looked up at the sky and watched the mist and fog kiss the clouds, the sunset colours dancing across them. As it usually did, the rain had stopped just as the sun was going down, the clouds parting briefly and letting the smallest sliver of sunlight through, just enough to burn the grey light out of the sky and allow the pink and orange hues to fade along the horizon. You sat up and cracked a beer, enjoying the fresh smelling air and the rhythmic sound of the waves licking the shore line.
Two beers in you had put on your jacket and placed your Bluetooth speaker next to you on the blanket, blasting a playlist that Rudy had made you for your graduation party.
Three beers in you took the jacket off, standing up and dancing by yourself on the beach to the music.
Four beers in you laid down on the blanket, balled your jacket up and used it as a pillow, and started looking for shapes in the stars.
Five beers in you fell sleep.
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Many hours later, as the sun rose and was bright on the water and the early morning bird feed was in full swing overhead, you were drifting in and out of sleep to the squawking when a shadow came across your face, alerting you to groggily open your eyes.
“What’s up, Little Fern?” His voice had gotten deeper. Wait, what?
You opened your eyes and blinked, raising a hand to block the sun. There, in your very awake and very not dreaming state, was the unmistakable silhouette that you had spent the last 18 years dreaming about and 18 years being a friend to.
Rudy.
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Hello @annwritesallday I was your secret cupid for @rdr-secret-cupid :)
I apologise for the delay, my health kinda let me down and thus, I lost a lot of time.
I'm also more used to drawing, but your requests leaned more towards writing soooo... a chance to try something new, I guess? :)
English also isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there are mistakes!
Characters: Charles Smith, Arthur Morgan
Themes: Friendship, Emotional Comfort I guess?
Warnings: Hints at animal cruelty, emotional abuse and not so healthy drinking behavior
Summary: Arthur drinks a bit too much and tells Charles about his feelings (friendship)
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The sun had set hours ago at Clemens Point and by now, the lake was full of stars. It was a warm night, and in Charles opinion much more pleasent than the suffocating humid heat that lay over them during the days in this area.
He let out a sigh of relief as he sat down near the shore of the lake at the edge of camp. Drunken laughter and cheerful voices swept over to him, but they were dulled by the calm water in front of him.
Hosea had pulled of some kind of small scam today and had returned to camp with a crate of beer and a big smile on his face. One thing led to another and soon the overall interest in work and chores around camp had significantly lessened and rather turned towards storytelling, joking and singing.
And so, not much work got done that day, and though Charles did take over some of the other's chores, there was still plenty to do. But that had to wait until tomorrow. It had been a long day and he was glad to finally have a quiet moment for himself.
He had considered joining Kieran at the scout fire, but the latter had also been doing more work around camp today than usual and not being the most outgoing person, he was probably grateful to have some time alone.
And so Charles had found himself this little spot at the shore, but after a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching him.
The person stumbled a few times, clearly having had a bit too much whiskey, but Charles still recognized the man without having to turn around.
"Arthur."
"Hello Charles", Arthur greeted him and giggled as he struggled to keep his balance while trying to sit down next to him.
Arthur hadn't been around camp for the past few days and had just come back this afternoon, a frown on his face and a distant look in his eyes. Something had definetly been on his mind and Charles wondered if Arthur had tried to wash it away with the alcohol. He hoped he was wrong.
His thoughts were interupted by Arthur's slighty slurred voice.
"Really nice. The lake, it's... is really nice. It's... so much calm water. I like it. I feel..."
There was a shift in his voice and he paused.
Charles turned his head to look at Arthur, trying to figure out what was bothering him. But Arthur didn't even seem to know himself as he gestured with his hands, triyng to find the right words, which appearently was made more difficult by the alcohol in his veins.
"I... I just... feel awful."
It was a miserabel sight, really. Usually Arthur was well aware of the intimidating effect his size and appearance could have on others. He didn't even have to do much, just stand tall, maybe cross his arms and put on a mean face.
But the man who now sat next to Charles on the dirty ground was nothing like that. He was slumped over, suddenly appearing much smaller than he actually was, not even trying to hide the emotions displayed on his face.
"Why? Arthur, did something happen?"
"Well, yeah... I think, I... There was this man and his - his horse... he said it died and he asked me to give him a ride."
Arthur paused for a moment, letting out a defeated sigh, "I wanted to help him but it was a stupid... stupid trap an' he'd killed the horse himself to make it look real and... and I jus' wanted to help."
He stopped once again, but this time, a small sob escaped Arthur. And Charles was glad the other man had to pause, as he himself also needed a moment to let it sink in.
It seemed so small and insignificant compared to other acts of violence he had witnessed over the years, and maybe that was why it wasn't easy to understand. Killing a horse so you had the element of surprise while attempting to rob someone, not even knowing if they had any money at all? It didn't make sense.
Next to him, Arthur was failing to keep his tears in check, so Charles carefully put his hand on his shoulder.
Arthur's body tensed up for a moment and Charles felt a wave of disappointment rush through him, afraid that now Arthur would turn away and never open up to him ever again.
But after a few seconds, Arthur relaxed and continued to talk, "I thought I knew what I was doing. Jus' wanted to do something right, as in... do the right thing. And I don't know why it's so... so hard for me."
No matter how tough and dense Arthur sometimes acted, Charles knew there was more to him. He wasn't quite sure yet what exactly, but people were complicated after all. However, some seemed to be more complicated than others. And seeing Arthur so hurt and confused? Somehow, it confused Charles too.
Arthur sniffed and finally turned his gaze to the younger outlaw, "It's so easy for you and I just... don't even understand what's right and what's wrong. Always have to think about it. I think I'm jealous... because you just... you just do what's right without wondering what the right thing is. And I don't even know what's right. I don't even know why I don't know. No idea what I'm doing. I just - "
"Arthur, stop that."
"What?"
"Talking like that. It's nonsense."
While Arthur had been rambling on, Charles had recognized one of the emotions that was growing stronger within him right now. With every single word Arthur got out with shaky breaths, his anger grew. It wasn't directed at Arthur, but rather at the situation. And he had to do something about it.
Arthur didn't try to back away, his eyes were fixed on his face, probably stunned by his sudden change of tone.
With his hand still firmly on Arthur's shoulder, Charles continued, "I don't know where you're getting these ideas from, but it's not true."
"I..."
"Arthur, I know you've probably had one or two beer too many. But don't think I didn't notice that you're always putting yourself down, wether you're sober or not."
Arthur blinked a few times, looking almost offended, "I'm not drunk, just..."
"Just a little bit drunk, I know", a small smile escaped him at Arthur's blatant lie and his tone softened, "Can you just... listen to me for a moment?"
Arthur still looked somewhat unsure, but still gave him an hesitant nod.
"I don't always know what's right. And if there's someone who claims they always do, they're lying. And whoever put those ideas in your head is also a liar."
There was a flash of realization in the teary eyes of the older outlaw and he slowly turned his head away. Someone had obviously come to Arthur's mind.
Charles had a feeling who it was and maybe Arthur was even thinking of more than one person.
But whatever the case was, given Arthur's reaction, Charles had definetly hit a nerve.
Now that he had, Charles almost felt a bit guilty. Almost.
He pushed those feelings away and instead focused on Arthur again, gesturing towards the camp behind them with his free hand, "Look, all those people... The girls all had their share of... bad experiences, and they trust you. They're not naïve."
"I would never-"
"No, of course not, because you know it's wrong and given your reaction, you never even thought of it in the first place."
Arthur shook his head, a grossed out expression all over his face.
"I've seen the way you laugh together. They care about you", Charles paused at the disbelieving look Arthur gave him and rolled his eyes in response, "Don't look at me like that, they DO. You're like... this grumpy, big brother. If you don't belive me, I'll go and get them to come over so they can tell you yourself. You want me to do that?"
It was an attempt at humor, but it completly went over Arthur's head, "No, I don't want them to see me like... well..."
He tried to wipe the tears from his face, but his red eyes and nose were not easy to miss, even though the only source of light were the fires and lanterns from the nearby camp and the moon in the night sky above them.
Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder to his back, carefully patting him as the other man continued to rub at his face, "It's okay Arthur. It's alright. Nothing wrong with having emotions."
He could have sworn to have heard a soft laugh from Arthur at that, and as he looked a bit closer, there actually seemed to be a genuine smile on his face.
"I mean it. There are people who go through life and don't seem to think about how what they're doing affects others at all. Like that guy who killed his horse. And even if they do, I doubt they care to much. But you obviously do care. That's a good thing."
"But?"
"But please... stop comparing yourself to me as if I'd know everything and never make mistakes. You have to think and decide for yourself."
"Hosea told me the same", there was a smile in Arthu's voice now and this time, it was mirrored by his face. Charles returned the smile, but raised his eyebrows in a manner of faked disbelief.
Arthur laughed at that and raised his finger in a scolding gesture, "Oh don't you look at me that. I'm afraid I'm not drunk enough to forget about this conversation once I'm sober again... I'm sorry, I... I guess the drink loosened the tongue... damn..."
"Well, I sure am glad it did. Someone had to... well, at least try to talk some sense into you."
But Arthur didn't respond to the teasing this time, and instead seemed to struggle to find the right words once again.
"I'm...", Arthur paused, then laid his hand on Charle's shoulder the same way the younger outlaw had done before, "Thank you. For... this, for beeing honest and... listening and... For beeing my friend."
Charles nodded, glad that he appearently had gotten through some of the self-doubt that occupied Arthur's mind.
"Charles, if... if there's ever something you'd like to talk about... I care about you, too. And if you need to talk, I'll be there too, okay?"
"I know."
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FMK Ch. 2: John, Gadreel, Cain (NSFW)
Series Summary: Gabriel is known for his cruel, oftentimes deadly pranks. So when you, Sam, and Dean found out he was up to his old ways again, you came with reinforcements. What should have been a swift victory turned into you being stuck in the wildest game you've ever played in your life.
Summary: You're on to your second set of men, but this time, you're more aware of what's going on.
Pairing: readerxvarious
Other characters: Young!John, Cain, Gadreel, Gabriel, Dean, Castiel
Rating: NSFW (Are you at work? Go home and read this!)
Warnings: Blanket Warnings: Due to the circumstances, all sex in this fic has dubious consent! Language, death mention, grace kink, mild body worship, praise kink, pain mention, kinda spooky themes if you squint
Word count: 1800+
Eternity squad: @sheinthatfandom @greenshinigamieyes @lipstickandwhiskey @feelmyroarrrr @bcarolinablr @mrswhozeewhatsis
A/N: This took longer because I literaLLY HAVE TO PLAY FUCK MARRY KILL TO WRITE THESE CHAPTERS AND IT'S SO GOD DAMN HARD. Anyways enjoy ma pals~
Masterlist
You stare up at the night sky, hugging yourself with a shiver. It's chilly. You kick at the ground, closing your eyes shut tight. What were you doing? Something presses at the back of your mind, a clue to whatever the hell is going on. But for the life of you, you can't remember.
“...Gotta eat something, right?” a deep voice booms, cutting into your thoughts. You look up at him, a smile breaking across your face.
John offers you a hot dog smeared in ketchup, tilting his head. “You in la-la land over there?”
“Aren't I always?” you retort, gaining hearty laugh from him. Sam and Dean flash in your mind, and you frown, shaking away the thoughts. “Where are the boys?” you blurt, gaining a cocked eyebrow from him. “How. How are the boys?”
“Good. Sammy's losing teeth left and right, Dean's...a little rough around the edges,” he says, chuckling. “But he's a good kid,” he adds. You both fall silent, picking at the dry, gas station hot dogs. You were on a hunt. After...something terrorizing someone. You were on a hunt with the love of your life. Your stomach flurries at the realization, your heart pounding in your chest. John wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “So, marriage,” he rasps. Your eyes go wide, memories of the Trickster's game filling your head.
Right, none of this is real. He's playing with your head just for the fun of it. But god, you'd be lying if you said this doesn't feel real. The false memories filling your head. The way your heart pounds at his touch. The thoughts of a future with him, Sam, and Dean. It all feels so alarmingly real. John rubs his nape, giving you a squeeze.
“Ahem. Soooo marriage,” he repeats, a tight-lipped smile on his face.
“Yeah?” you say, biting into your hot dog.
“What d'ya think of it?” he asks, avoiding your eye. You ponder his words, humming.
“It's nice.” You twist your face into a scowl, offering him your food. “This, on the other hand, is disgusting.” He tosses both hot dogs into a nearby trash bin, quickly reclaiming his place next to you with a grin.
“So you'd get married?” he asks, running his hand along your arm.
“Well...” You stare at John as he lowers down to one knee, heart pounding in your chest. This isn't real. This isn't real. You keep repeating this in your mind, but the joy you're feeling begs to differ. “John?” you say, voice wavering.
“You'd marry me?” John asks, holding your hand in his. Before you can speak, he's continuing. “My boys love you, a-and you got one hell of a punch,” he chuckles, pausing to brush his lips along the back of your hand. “And I love you. You'd marry me?” he repeats, gaining a giggle from you.
“It's 'will you marry me',” you coo, bending down and taking him into a kiss. “Of course I will,” you whisper, squeaking as John wraps his arms around you. You squeeze him tight, trying to memorize his warmth. The feeling of his muscle underneath your fingers. Everything. Why does this part have to end?
–
You open your eyes, sucking in a breath as he lifts you off of your feet, pulling your legs around his waist and taking you into a kiss. He lets out small moans and sighs, making no effort to mask how good you feel against him. “Y/N,” he breathes, hands squeezing and caressing your ass.
You stare Gadreel in the eye, words lost to you. You've only known him as the angel who took Sam's body on a joy ride. But this side is...oddly pleasing. “You're so beautiful, my light,” he says, moaning as he presses a tender kiss against your lips. You run your fingers through Gadreel's hair, body melting into his warmth. Slowly, he sinks down to the edge of the bed, keeping you planted firmly against his thick, toned thighs. His length presses against your core, twitching against you. Gadreel's grace tingles along your folds, gaining moans and sighs as it wraps around your clit.
“O-oh my god,” you moan, legs trembling. Is this what being with an angel is like? Pulling from the kiss, Gadreel mouths at your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He slides a hand down the curve of your ass, fingers delving between your thighs and pushing into your sex. As he works his fingers into you, he ruts his cock along your slit, gaining cries of pleasure from you. This, along with his grace tingling at your nerves, sends you over the edge. You cry out, grinding down against his fingers, your orgasm pulsing through you.
“I adore every inch of you,” he breathes, nuzzling his head between your breasts. His grace continues swirling around your spent clit, making you whine and flinch with each movement.
You lift up on shaky legs, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance. As you slowly sink down, he lets out a guttural moan, throwing his head back as pleasure overtakes him. “You feel so – nggh – amazing,” he breathes, gripping your hips as you begin slowly bouncing in his lap. You purr his name, biting your lip between your teeth.
The angel smacks your ass, running his tongue over his lips and bucking his hips up. “Gadreel,” you moan, rubbing your hands down his chest.
“So beautiful –” His breath hitches as you speed up, fingers digging into your hips. “So wet and tight – Fuck Y/N,” he groans, coating your skin in kisses, his breaths becoming ragged. His grace swirls around your clit, forcing desperate whines out of you, your hips stuttering as a second orgasm approaches. “Wake up, Y/N,” he says, a frown going over his face. You stare down at him, words lost to you. He bucks his hips up once more, cradling your face in his hands. “Come on, wake up!”
You shake your head, holding on to his wrists. “What?”
“Get up Y/N!”
–
Your eyes snap open, your back arching off of the ground as you take in a painful breath. It feels like someone is sitting on your chest. What the hell kind of magic is the trickster capable of?! Turning on your side, you cough and hack, clenching a hand over your ribs. You look up, eyes locking on Dean as you try to shake away the dizziness. He grips your jaw, twisting your head from side to side.
“You're the only one who can do this, don't die on me yet,” he grunts, forcing you up to your feet. You stagger, grunting as he shoves a blade into your hand.
“Is this...bone?” you mumble, sucking in a breath as something within you reacts to the blade. The veins in your arms give off a faint glow, leading up to a mark on your arm. You close your eyes, images of a grey-haired man filling your head. Cain. You only heard stories of him before this point. “He's here?” you say, looking up at the disheveled barn. Dean nods, giving your cheek a pat.
“I'll hold Crowley's lackeys off. You got this?” he grunts. You nod, gaining another pat from him. “Don't die,” he says before reluctantly making his way down the road. You stare down at the blade once more, memories of how everything happened flooding in.
Cain knew this day would come.
“Y/N.”
You whirl around to the source of the voice, frowning at Castiel. He looks around the area before focusing on you. "Castiel? Is it really..you?" you ask, gaining a nod.
“I can't stay long, there's something off about the Trickster." He looks around once more, gesturing to the area. "He shouldn't be capable of something so powerful, he's –” Before he finishes his sentence, he's gone.
God damn it.
Huffing, you make your way to the barn. The sooner you get this part over with, the sooner you'll be free. Opening the door, you recoil, a sense of dread washing over you. Cain kneels in the middle of the barn, surrounded by dozens of his victims. He raises his eyes to you, brushing his long, grey locks out of his face.
“So, you found me,” he says, giving you a round of applause. “I knew you would,” he adds. You slowly close in on him, readying yourself for an attack. Instead, he sits still, patiently waiting for you to draw closer.
“I'm sorry,” you say, gaining a laugh from him. He drops his head, and you walk behind him, gripping the first blade in your hand. You clench your jaw, grabbing his shoulder and readying the blade. “I'm sorry,” you repeat. This time, you gain no response.
–
You stare ahead blankly, the memories of your encounters fading into the back of your mind. “Cas...” you mumble to yourself. Did he really try to reach you? You swipe a hand over your face, eyeing the notebook. How long did he intend on making you stay here? A whistle sounds in the room, and you look around, leaping to your feet when you find the Trickster leaning against the wall. “I'm done with this, either kill me or let me go!”
“Kill you? Now why would I do that when you're so fun to watch?” he asks, rooting around in his pocket as he closes the space between you. “You know, I was really hoping you'd kill John – I had such a fun scenario for that!” he says, flinching when you grip his collar.
“Let. Me. Go. Or else,” you growl.
“If my boots weren't still shaking from earlier –” He fishes a sucker out of his pocket, popping it into his mouth – “That little threat would've got them going, sweet pea!” he cooes, snapping his fingers and disappearing.
“Fuck!” you snap, whirling around at the sound of flipping pages. The sparkly notebook flips to a random page, revealing your next set of men.
FUCK MARRY KILL: Benny Lafitte, Crowley, Sam Winchester
You snatch the notebook up, shaking your head. “The vampire? Fucking Crowley?” You tap the page, staring around the room. “I already did Sam, asshole, now you're getting lazy!” you scream, your anger finally boiling over. You tick off your choices with a growl, slamming the notebook and sharpie onto the ground. Girlish 'Ooohs' and 'ahhhs' echo off of the walls, the familiar sinking feeling overtaking your body.
#supernatural#fanfiction#spn#fanfic#spn fanfiction#john winchester fanfiction#gadreel fanfiction#cain fanfiction#my writing#boy#do I like writing gabriel#like#he's my muffin even when he's the antagonist#which explains why I loved him in spn buahaha
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Hi hi can I get a match up. i’m a infj and a Sagittarius. My friends tell me that I’m nice, Creative, somewhat tsundere, funny and cute.I play the piano and violin and I love playing ddr, rhythm games and league of legends, I play tennis for fun and I also like drawing.I don't like disrespectful and mean people.My anxiety is so bad,I’m really hard on myself.I care about my grades so much at the point i have a mental breakdown.I like girls and boys but I look for someone who can make me smile
i ship you with Kagami Taiga of Seirin and Nishinoya Yuu of Karasuno !!
Kagami is the biggest soft boy you’ll ever meet, but his exterior is rough + unapproachable. This leads him to be somewhat tsundere, because he doesn’t wanna let his tough guard down then startle people with his soft interior. The fact that you’re a bit of a tsundere as well makes things a bit difficult when it comes to getting together, but once Kagami gets a glimpse of who you are apart from your tsuntsun facade, he’s absolutely smitten. You guys think similarly, because you’re both super innovative + creative + are constantly looking for new ways to do this or putting your new ideas to the test. You honestly spur on each other’s creativity, it’s beautiful. He also loves that you’re active, because he obviously loves to stay active. He could spend a whole day outside with you + it’d be the happiest day of his life. Kagami is super competitive though, so if you happen to be especially good at tennis, he wouldn’t rest until he’s won at least one set against you. He makes it his life’s mission.
Nishinoya is the most supportive boyfriend out there. He’s so enthusiastic about anything you do, anything you like, he’s into it !! He’d think your drawings are soooo cool + would beg you to draw him one day. He’d want you to make a portrait of him, then one of the two of you, but he wouldn’t be able to sit still long enough. Though, he’s more than happy no matter how it turns out. HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES PLAYING GAMES W YOU !!! DDR is also one of his favorites, since he has endless energy, + he won’t rest until he’s beaten you at every level. He’s gotta prove to you that he’s the best !! It’s always a fun + chill time, though. Noya is extremely skilled at dealing with anxiety, since he’s had to beat it himself + has also pushed Asahi to overcome his fears of not being able to deliver as the ace. He gives you some of the best advice of your life + will listen to you for as long as you need + actually pay attention. He knows just by the sound of your footsteps or the curve of your lips whenever you’re feeling anxious, + he’s thrown into overdrive supportive boyfriend mode. He helps you overcome whatever it is your battling + is with you every single step of the way.
Listen, you will never find more respectful and kind boyfriends other than these two boys. They drink Respect Women Juice for breakfast, breakfast dessert, lunch, lunch dessert, dinner, and dinner dessert. Respect Women Blood is constantly flowing through their veins. They treat you like a QUEEN + spoil you to pieces. Kagami will bake/cook you all sorts of goodies whenever you’re feeling particularly anxious or if you’re in pain or are stressed. He’s ready to be your cuddle bear whenever you need him to. And with Noya ?? Just say the word + he will be able to take your mind off of anything for however long with his vivid stories + hilarious antics. He really knows how to make you laugh. Life with these boys would be full of fun and happiness, and there would never be a shortage of smiles.
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Goosebumps
Title: Goosebumps
Request/Prompt: Hi I was wondering if I could make a request. Your writing is really good and i was wondering if i could request some jack kline x male!reader content. Either imagines or just a cute romantic fic, im not to picky. I haven't found much writing for male reader pairings and you seemed like someone who could pull it off. Love the writing, can't wait to read more. Gavin- @trans-in-a-bucket2
Summary: It’s cold - good thing you have a certain Nephilim to help warm you up.
Pairing: Jack Kline x Male!Reader
Warnings: fluff fluff fluff fluff fluff oh and more fluff. all fluff. the fluffiest. so much fluff.
Word Count: 1,576
note; ok sooo i know it’s probably not cold wherever y’all are from but here in australia it’s getting into winter and this is what it gave me inspiration for soooo sorry ?? also ive never written a specifically male reader before so i hope this is okay !
It was cold.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, so did the temperature, leaving you with cold fingers and feet that grew numb as the fall frost crept under the doors. The bunker’s heating system was down, and though Dean promised to take a look in the morning, his words offered you little comfort now. It was nearly midnight, and you’d yet to be graced with a second of sleep.
You sat in your room, bundled in your duvet with a steaming cup of tea in your hands as you tried to soothe your racing mind and coax warmth back into your body. The mug was too warm on your hands, or perhaps your fingers were too cold, and you had to balance it precariously in your lap to ease the burning sting it left on your palms. You huffed an annoyed sigh and could’ve sworn your breath misted.
God, what you wouldn’t give for some human warmth right now. But your boyfriend, Jack, was on a hunt with Sam, and you doubted he’d return for another few days…
Your thoughts were interrupted by the soft knocking on your door - a light brush of knuckles against wood, almost tentative in its quietness. You’d recognise that knock anywhere. But… how? He wasn’t due back for at least another day…
“Come in?” Your voice tilted questioningly, and you were careful to keep the hope out of your tone. The last thing you needed was Dean teasing you - it seemed like his favourite thing to do was affectionately tease you about how head-over-heels you were with your boyfriend, and he with you. Ever since you’d joined Sam and Dean, they’d accepted you as a brother, but along with that sense of home and acceptance came brotherly teasing, as well. It didn’t bother you - you knew they’d stop if you asked them to, and it was nice to be considered part of the family... but that didn’t mean it didn’t get on your nerves every now and again.
Your muddled thoughts were cleared, however, when the door creaked open to reveal the shining face of Jack himself. His mouth stretched into a grin as he saw you, and his smile never failed to give you butterflies.
“Y/N,” he said, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You jumped up eagerly in your haste to reach him, but you were interrupted as you spilt hot tea on your shirt. You cursed, swiping futilely at the material for a moment before huffing and ignoring it - at least it was warm, for now. Jack’s face twisted in concern as he approached.
“Are- are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you-” he began to apologise, but you were quick to dismiss his worries.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just too eager to see you, I guess,” you said, another smile curving your lips. It proved contagious as Jack returned it, and you wasted no time in stepping close to him, grabbing the collar of his jacket and pulling him close as you kissed him.
He hummed pleasantly into the kiss, pressing closer to you and wrapping his arms around you as he did so. Your hands slipped under his jacket, cocooning themselves in the warmth between his shirt and his outerwear, and you half moaned in relief at the reprieve from the cold. Drawing back from the kiss, you nestled your nose in the crook of his neck. Jack frowned at how icy your skin was, beginning to run his hands up and down your arms in an attempt to warm you.
“Y/N, you’re freezing!” he exclaimed, and you nodded.
“Yeah… oh, I guess you don’t get cold, do you?” you asked, and he shook his head.
“No, one of the perks of being a Nephilim, I guess,” he replied, smiling again as he pulled away. He frowned again as he saw the damp stain on your shirt from the tea. “Won’t that get cold?” he fretted.
You shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll grab another shirt in a se-”
But Jack was already two steps ahead of you, opening your shared closet and tossing you a fresh shirt. You weren’t sure whether it was his or yours, but it didn’t really matter - the two of you shared most of your clothing, anyway.
You changed, racing the bite of the cold air on your skin as you did so. The moment you were dressed again Jack’s arms were back around you, warming you with his body heat as he guided you to the bed. The two of you crawled in and you cuddled in close to your boyfriend as he drew up the blankets. Your cold feet found his legs, pressing against them for warmth, and bless him, the Nephilim didn’t complain for a moment.
“Now, don’t get me wrong, but… why are you home? I thought the hunt would take a few more days, at least?” you said. The lights were off, cloaking the two of you in the safety and solace of the darkness as you snuggled into each other.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said quietly. “When we arrived two hunters had already picked up the case - we offered to stay and help, but one of them had lost their family to the witch, so we left them with our number if they needed any help and came back home,” he explained, and you nodded.
“Oh. I hope they get her,” you said, and Jack nodded.
“I think they will,” he replied softly. “Your turn - why are you awake?” he asked, and you laughed, the sound swallowed up by the darkness.
“I was cold,” you informed him. “Apparently I’m too used to having you to warm me up,” you teased, kissing his cheek. You could’ve sworn he blushed, but the darkness shrouded his face too well to be sure.
“Well, I have an idea,” he told you, voice bright and curious. You nodded for him to continue, and suddenly you felt something warm and soft wrapping around you like a second skin. It was hard to see in the dark, but you could just make out the shape…
“Jack… are these your wings?” you asked in awe, and he nodded shyly.
“Yeah… I thought, if they can protect someone from supernatural forces, maybe they could help with the cold, too. Am I… wrong?” You were quick to ease the concern in his voice.
“No, you’re very right,” you told him, sighing contentedly as his wings seemed to draw the cold from your skin, replacing it with a tingling warmth - or maybe that just came from being so close to Jack in the first place. At any rate, you felt fully sheltered from the cold air as he acted as your own personal heater.
Jack ran his fingers absentmindedly down your spine, observing you with a gentle smile sloping his lips. “Well, then I’m very glad I came home early so I could help,” he said earnestly. The corners of your lips twitched upwards.
“Me too… but I could deal with any cold, so long as you were with me,” you told him, and his smile widened, his eyes softening as he observed your relaxed expression, feeling so clearly safe in his presence.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely rising above a whisper. The words sent a wave of warmth flooding through you, heating your veins and raising goosebumps over your skin. You’d never said those words to each other before - you’d thought them many times, imagined how they’d sound rolling off his tongue, but nothing in your imagination could have compared to the reality. He swallowed nervously, and you realised with a twinge of guilt that you were leaving him hanging.
“I love you, too,” you told him, and he breathed a sigh of relief before surging in to kiss you. You smiled into his lips, moving closer as Jack’s wings tightened around you and his hands found your cheeks, before running down your arms as his mouth moved on yours - he’d been uncertain the first few times you’d kissed, but his trembling lips and nervous hands seemed a distant memory as he confidently deepened the exchange, his tongue teasing yours as his hands sought your skin. He frowned, breaking off the kiss and pulling away as his fingers skimmed your flesh, still raised with gooseflesh.
“I thought you were warm now,” he said in confusion, and you chuckled.
“I am… you just give me goosebumps,” you told him, voice taking a teasing edge. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing,” you told him when he still looked concerned, moving in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. He relaxed, his mouth seeking yours once more.
“Good,” he murmured into the kiss. You hummed in reply as you nestled in closer to him, drawing away from the kiss. He pressed his lips to your temple. “Are you tired?”
You nodded, surprised to realise how true it was - now that you were toasty warm and cuddled up with your boyfriend, tiredness was slowly washing over you, the gentle tendrils of sleep pulling you gently into the darkness.
“Sleep, Y/N,” Jack urged, murmuring his soft words into the skin of your forehead. “Dream of pleasant things. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
And so, protected in his embrace, you curled in closer and let the peaceful darkness sweep you away.
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Young gods Part 6
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, Regulus Black x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of anxiety
Word Count: 7361
A/N: Annnd we’re back baby! It feels soooo good to be able to publish this chapter after so long! A lot of things are explained in this chapter so yeah. Also, I was trying to find the original video for the gif above but i couldn’t for the life of me find it anywhere on the web! I was so annoyed! anyway, sorry about the format but this gif suited the chapter. Btw this chapter is dedicated to everyone who was trying to guess who Kaitlyn’s crush is and the couple of people who nearly figured it out: I got u.
Chapter six: Fix You or Show Me the Way
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Snow.
You can hear it crunch around you, numbing your fingers as they curl around it, deceptively soft but still digging under your fingernails and shooting shivers through your entire body. Darkness surrounds you, but you suppose that makes sense given your eyes are still closed. A sweet, florally fragrance blooms in the air, resilient despite the cold. Distantly, you can hear the telltale echo of voices murmuring rapidly, so close but so far away, muffled like your ears are plugged up with cotton balls.
Focusing hard, you recognise a familiar baritone, spoken by someone nearby.
“It’s good that you found her when you did,” he says, and even in the darkness you can hear the relief leaking through his words, like colour bleeding into a blank canvas, “Otherwise I fear the worse could have happened.”
Professor Dumbledore, you realise, somewhat dimly. There’s no mistaking that rich, low rumble of your infamous Headmaster.
There’s a short pause, a delayed response.
“Will she be alright?”
A second voice asks one that seems to poke through the muddy presence in your mind like you’ve noted every single detail of his voice before in a million different ways. His voice is like smoke rising off the water, like the consistent and deliberate thud, thud, thud of rain.
It’s Sirius. He’s here. Your fingers twitch, body relaxing into the bed of snow almost automatically. It feels nice to sink into the icy cushioning of the bed of snow, knowing Sirius is right beside you. To let your body relax under his watch, knowing the silent promise of protection that his presence seems to elicit.
You are tired, after all. Your body seems to ache like you’ve been pulled apart and stitched back together, and theres a prickling ache that shoots up the back of your spine, settling at the back of your head like a snake. But there’s something more to the pain, something that feels a lot like anguish, guilt, regret. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it swells uncomfortably in your ribcage and presses up against your chest like an air bubble that’s close to bursting.
“Yes,” says Professor Dumbledore, “She’ll need time to recover, but she’ll be fine.”
Someone places a warm hand over your forehead, melting the flecks of snow that had settled there.
“She’s coming home with me,” says a woman’s voice, warm, calm and full of affection, “She’ll recover there for the rest of the holidays and then she can come back to school.”
She moves her hand from your forehead to your cheek, cupping it gently.
“As you wish, Thea,” Says Dumbledore, warmly, and a burst of excitement shoots through you.
“There’s something else,” Your sweet, strong and beautiful grandmother murmurs, “I must discuss something important with you, Albus. It’s about (Y/N)’s future.”
Time slips away again, like sand sliding down the narrow, slippery slope of an hourglass and your consciousness flickers, falters, fades, in and out of time like candlelight. You seem to float on the snow for hours, laying completely still, eyes not wanting to peel back just yet. The only thing anchoring you to time being the esoteric ache between your temples, throbbing painfully like someone had carved a six-inch valley down the middle of your skull. And, just when you think you may drown in all the shadows and pain, something - someone - breaks through the darkness like lightning arching across a starless, black sky.
“I came as fast as I could. Is she alright?”
The soft-spoken, masculine voice hits your consciousness suddenly, as though it had combed through thick branches to reach you.
“Yes, Remus,” says Professor Dumbledore, calmly, “She’s stable, still unconscious, but stable anyhow. It’s quite remarkable that she was able to endure the Cruciatus Curse for so long.”
There’s movement, and then a hand, large and warm, is melting the ice in the palm of your hand. It wraps around your smaller one like a blanket, warming you to your core. And, as much as you had liked the cold, the warmth of his hand is much more comforting in ways that you couldn’t possibly begin to describe.
“Well, she’s stronger than you think,” Remus murmurs. His voice warms you up like sunlight in your veins.
“She gets that from her father,” says your grandmother Thea, a small smile teasing her words.
Another beat of silence pulses between them.
“Oh - um - Mrs Ashton...I’m Remus Lupin. I’m a - ah - friend of your granddaughter’s...”
“Yes, my granddaughter has told me many things about you, Remus,” Thea says, fondly, “She’s quite fond of you, and I can see why. You’re a good friend to her...”
“I’m obviously not good enough,” Remus snarls, scathingly, “I-I won’t let him near her again.”
And then, the ice beneath you melts into cotton sheets and you recognise the subtle, honeyed sweetness in the air, realising that its not the forest's natural fragrance but the expensive perfume sitting on your dresser and it hits you like a bludger to the back of the head that you’re no longer lying in the snow but in your bedroom back at the Ashton manor. A part of you regrets coming to this revelation; it had been so peaceful in the snow, the cold almost like a comforting breath of fresh air filling your choking lungs. But then the hand around yours tightens, and a different kind of comfort fills you.
“I know we all have a lot of...strong feelings at the moment,” says Dumbledore, soothingly, “But that's nothing a nice, big mug of hot cocoa can’t fix. Besides, you should be resting, Remus. You are in frail condition yourself.”
“With all due respect, Professor, I’m not going anywhere,” Remus snips, determinedly, “I can't leave her again.“
“She’s at home now, darling,” says Thea’s calm, slightly accented voice, “She’s under my protection. No one would dare hurt her while I’m around.”
“I don’t mean to offend,” Remus begins, slowly, “And I’m absolutely sure that you’re more than capable but...still...I’d like to stay with her.”
“You might as well drop down on one knee and propose,” Sirius snickers, “Besides, Regulus isn’t going to come near her again. I made sure of that...”
Sirius’ words, spoken with a cold, venomous level of animosity you hadn’t heard before, triggers something deep inside of you and your eyes fly open. You lurch forward, gasping and spluttering, colour bursting in front of your eyes like a curtain being drawn quickly and deliberately.
Remus surges forward, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other squeezes your hand.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, softly, his eyes never leaving yours, “It’s alright. You’re safe, you’re okay.”
“Not sure if she really is ‘okay’,” drawls Sirius, “but whatever you say Moony.”
Remus ignores him.
“You’re back home in your bedroom,” he continues in a low, soft murmur.
Your heart thuds violently in your chest as your eyes dart around the room, taking in everything you can.
Dumbledore and Sirius sit at the end of your bed, the curtains drawn for privacy. Remus sits beside you in a chair to your right while your grandmother, Althea Ashton, sits in the chair to your left, as beautiful and as strong as ever. Morning sunlight streams into the room, bouncing off rows of glass bottles.
Remus' thumb drifts across the apple of your cheek, smoothing over your skin and drawing your eyes to meet his own. He looks concerned but calm, relief stirred into the deep blue depths of his eyes.
“R-Remus,” you stammer, weakly.
“I’m here,” he reassures and you lean into his touch.
“Grandmama,” you smile at Thea, who beams back.
“Just like your father,” she smiles, squeezing your hand.
“Miss (Y/N),” says Professor Dumbledore’s rich, smooth voice, “It’s such a delight to finally have you back with us after three very long days.”
You drag your eyes away from Remus, meeting Dumbledores benevolent blue ones, and the memory of your failure floods you, dampening the comfort that had once given you peace. Remus drops his hand from your cheek, taking all his warmth with him and you shudder violently like an exposed nerve. You feel exhausted under his twinkling gaze, ashamed and sad all at once.
You want to apologise to Dumbledore, to Grandmother Thea, to James, to Sirius, to Remus, to all the people who expected you to succeed. You want to apologise to Regulus for failing him. But all that comes out is a trembling whimper, soft and weak in volume and caught in the back of your throat.
“You don’t need to apologise,” Dumbledore says, as though he had reached into your mind and read your thoughts. He moves to your side, eyes shimmering, “In fact, if anyone should be apologising, it should be me. I underestimated the situation and I put you in danger. And for that, I am deeply sorry.”
You bite your lip, blinking back tears. One escapes anyway, sticking to your lashes before rolling down your cheeks, pooling on your lips like sea water.
“I failed him,” you rasp, thinking of Regulus’ wide, terrified eyes as they stared at you.
“No,” growls Sirius, folding his arms over his chest, “He failed you.”
You release a trembling sigh.
“Sirius is right,” Remus spits, acidly, “If Regulus truly was your friend, he’d have chosen you over the Dark Lord. He betrayed you.”
Tears stream down your cheeks and you wipe them away hastily. You take a deep breath in and exhale; your breath rattles on your lips.
“I’ll get the elves to make you something nice,” Thea smiles and gives you an encouraging wink before rising from her seat. Dumbledore tips an imaginary hat at her as she passes.
“So what happened after I...passed out?” You ask, not sure if you want to hear an answer.
“Sirius found you and attacked them,” Remus begins, “He promised to follow you while James and I were under the cloak. We got caught up in the crowd at The Three Broomsticks, you see. So by the time we got out, you were already at the Shrieking Shack.”
“How?” You ask, brows furrowed, “I mean, I didn’t see anyone in the forest? Usually, invisibility charms leave prints in the snow and usually, I can-I can sense when people are around me...”
Remus and Sirius exchange a look, edging around something they don’t want to discuss openly, or at least in front of Dumbledore. Sirius simply shrugs.
“He was in disguise,” Remus says, glancing at Dumbledore.
You frown a little harder. It still doesn’t explain why your sharp intuition hadn’t sensed anything. At the same time, you hadn’t realised you’d walked into a trap, either, so maybe your intuition was not as sharp as you originally thought.
“What about Regulus?” You ask, voice crumbling on your lips.
“What about him?” Sirius snips.
“Well, where is he?”
The three of them share a look.
“We don’t know,” Remus answers, earnestly, “He ran off after Sirius found you.”
“But he can’t escape punishment for long,” Sirius adds, bitterly, “Eventually, he and his gang will have to go back to School and face the consequences. And they’ll get one last look at Hogwarts before Dumbledore snaps their wands in half and I shove it up their stinking ars-”
“-Actually...” Dumbledore begins, slowly, “They won’t be getting expelled, Sirius.”
Sirius’ mouth drops open and Remus leaps from his seat.
“Wh-What do you mean?” Remus stammers, “Professor, they used an Unforgivable Curse on a fellow student. They nearly killed her!”
Dumbledore sighs, rubbing his forehead, “I’m quite aware of that, Remus, thank you. But if I expel them, we lose our intel on Voldemort.”
“Is intel really more important than a student’s life?” Sirius barks, “They can’t just get away with this!”
“Who said they were getting away with it?” Dumbledore says, calmly, “They will get detention and Slytherin will lose points, of course, but they can not leave this school. They leave and they come under Voldemort’s control and that will come at a price we simply cannot pay. Lives are at stake.”
“Including (Y/N)’s!” Remus snaps, incredulously.
“(Y/N) has her life,” Dumbledore continues, “I do not believe Regulus truly wanted her dead. But I cannot say the same for the innocent civilians - both muggles and wizards and witches alike - who will be in unspeakable danger if more of Voldemort’s Death Eaters are let loose into the world. If we can delay the future, we must.”
“But-”
“Professor Dumbledore is right,” you begin, cutting Remus off and taking his hand again, “If Professor Dumbledore expels them, they’ll go straight to Voldemort and Voldemort will win. They have to stay here.”
Dumbledore smiles softly at you, eyes glittering like pools of aqua crystal, “Once again, I admire your wisdom and bravery, Miss Ashton. But for now, you must rest,” Dumbledore turns to Remus and Sirius, speaking seriously, “Stay if you must, Remus, I’m sure Mrs Ashton won’t mind. I’ve heard from James and Lily and they’ll be coming to visit sometime tomorrow. As for you, Sirius, I will need your assistance. Follow me, please.”
With a final nod and a warm twitch of his lips, Dumbledore leaves your room with Sirius in tow. Remus drops into the seat beside you, still clutching your hand, just as your bedroom door swings open and a tall, familiar witch strides in.
“(Y/N),” Kaitlyn sighs, panting, “Thank fuck. You’re awake. I was so bloody worried about you.”
She races forward and drops to your side, pushing a ribbon of hair off your face.
“Um, Dumbledore said that (Y/N) needs rest so...”
Kaitlyn stares at Remus, “I’m her best friend and I’m staying.”
Remus opens his mouth to argue but thinks better of it. Instead, he sits back in his chair and pulls out a large thermos.
“I can’t believe him,” Kaitlyn snips darkly, “And I can't believe I...” she cuts herself off, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses, “...anyway, are you feeling a little better?”
You shake your head wearily, “I’m sore but I’m also just...exhausted.”
“Well, yeah,” Kaitlyn says, unsurprised, “You were under the Cruciatus Curse for almost ten minutes. Any longer and you...Just as well Sirius...”
Kaitlyn trails off into a knowing, heavy silence that seems to loom over the three of you hauntingly. Remus holds out a steaming mug of hot chocolate and you take it from him, wrapping your hands around the mug and feeling the warmth tickle and soothe your skin. Taking a small sip, you feel the tension in your body soften a little.
“It’s good to have you back,” Kaitlyn murmurs, ripping your hand away from the mug and gripping it tightly, “I was...we were all so worried. Even Sirius.”
“Sirius seems to have warmed up to you,” Remus mutters, staring into his mug of hot chocolate.
You turn to Remus, studying the way the light streams through the soft curls of his sandy brown hair. Smiling softly, you carefully place your mug of hot chocolate on the bedside table and take his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Who cares about Sirius?” You shrug, casually, and Remus looks up at you. He smiles, and it has such a profound effect on your body, like watching the sun sink beneath the horizon.
He’s so very beautiful...
Kaitlyn smacks her lips together and you reluctantly tear your eyes away from Remus. Kaitlyn raises a sharp brow at you. She looks as though she may laugh.
“Well, Remus,” Kaitlyn smirks, “I have two questions for you: One, does that hot chocolate have fire whiskey in it and, two, are you going to offer me some or what?”
***
A low whisper and a gentle brush of heat against your cheek wake you up in the middle of the night. You stare up at the delicate canopy draped over your bed and sigh in the darkness, wondering why your mind is playing games.
Remus is still sitting in the chair by your side, his head resting on your bed while he sleeps. You think about tangling your fingers in those soft, gentle curls but decide against it, not wanting to wake him up. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps like he’s resting on a bed of cloud.
Maybe he dreams of me, you think, hopefully, fingers twitching to touch him.
On the other side, Kaitlyn is curled up in your plush armchair, hugging her knees to her chest. She had managed to collect her thick, brown hair and throw it up in a tiny knot on top of her head to keep it from her face, but the bun is coming undone. She looks adorable, her glasses crooked on her face.
You release a soft sigh. With your two close friends on either side of you, the soft mattress beneath you feels even softer, like sinking into the soft clouds of a daydream. You smile to yourself, fingers reaching up to play with your necklace, eyes roaming across the room one last time before closing your eyes.
Your eyes slide shut.
Big inhale
Gentle exhale
Inhale
Exhale
Inhale
Exhal-
Wait
Your eyes fly open and you lunge forward, scrambling out of bed and rushing toward your dresser. Shockwaves of pain shoot through you but you push the throbbing ache to the back of your skull as you clutch the sides of your dresser, staring wide-eyed and in shock.
Next to your collection of delicate perfumes and your ornamental hairbrush is a book. And not just any book, it’s your beloved copy of ‘Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.’
The same book you lent Regulus.
“Regulus was here,” you whisper, eyes wide as you raise a trembling hand to your cheek, still warm from where Regulus must have trailed his touch across your cheek, “Regulus brought it back to me!”
Behind you, both Remus and Kaitlyn jolt awake.
“What happened?” Remus murmurs, groggily as Kaitlyn runs to your side, “Are you alright? Do you need me to get Thea?”
“Regulus was here, Remus,” you gasp, turning to face him with a wince, “I gave him my personal copy of Alice in Wonderland and he brought it back. He-he was here!”
“How did he know you were here?” Kaitlyn asks, frowning.
“They must have gone back to Hogwarts first,” Remus murmurs, “But they couldn’t find you so Regulus....got your address...”
“We used to write to each other over the summer holidays,” you explain, “So he must have apparated here.”
Remus’ eyes flit between your eyes and the book in your hands, guilt, shame and concern bleeding into his eyes. He pulls himself out of the chair and strides toward you, prying the book out of your grasp and blinking down at it.
“I promised that I’d never let him near you...” his grip on the book tightens, knuckles white with fury,
“Well that was a bit stupid of you, wasn’t it?” Kaitlyn snips and Remus’ eyes snap back up to you, “Of course he’s going to come near her! We go to the same bloody school!”
“Well obviously,” Remus snaps, agitated, “What I meant was that I never want him to hurt her ever again!”
“Well I don’t want that, either, but that doesn’t mean I go around making promises I can’t keep.”
“Stop it, both of you,” you snap, sternly, and they both fall quiet. You sigh composedly, “Neither of you can stop people from hurting me. Only I can do that.”
You take the book out of Remus’ vice-like grip and hug it, holding it close to your chest and thinking of your father, “Now I can't say that Regulus won’t try to physically hurt me again. But I can say that he won’t be able to break my heart ever again. I won’t give him an opportunity to do so.”
Remus nods in understanding, “I’ll be here to support you. Always.”
You turn to Remus, meeting his shimmering blue eyes. His eyes could contain the mysteries of the galaxy and no one would be able to read them, no one except you. And maybe that’s what this unspoken...thing is that lingers between the two of you, this silent understanding of how you both work and how the world you’ve both built up around you functions. And the connection is profoundly beautiful; an ethereal sort of energy that you feel deep inside of you, spluttering like a dying star being reborn again.
You look at Remus and you smile.
“Same.”
You jump. You had been so taken by Remus, you’d completely forgotten Kaitlyn was standing right next to you. You smile weakly at her and she takes your hand, giving it a little squeeze.
“Let’s get you back to bed,” she smiles.
As Kaitlyn begins to lead you back to bed, you glance out of your window, spotting a shadowy figure gazing up at your window from the ground.
“Regulus?” You whisper, recognising the familiar shape of his silhouette. He hesitates, and you frown at him.
Before you can tell Remus or Kaitlyn, Regulus is gone, swallowed up by the darkness, a ghost of the night.
***
Thankfully, you don’t see Regulus for the rest of the week. You’re not sure what you’d do if you did see him. In fact, you’re not even sure what Remus would do if he saw him.
Probably something bad. Or Illegal. Or both.
Still, you can’t help thinking that Regulus took a huge risk by returning an ordinary book. You had leafed through the pages, wondering if he had left some secret message behind in the book but there was nothing. It was in the exact same condition as it was when you gave it to him.
You sigh, running your hand over the cover as you stare out the window from your window seat.
“(Y/N),” says a warm voice from behind you. You turn, finding Grandmother Thea approaching you.
“Hello Grandmama,” you smile.
Thea takes a spot beside you on the window seat, taking a moment to gaze out the window where the house elves are hard at work in the gardens.
“I must say, I’ve missed having you here,” she admits, “This house is so large and it only has me and the house elves in it.”
You cover her hand with your own, giving it a gentle squeeze, “Have you heard from Aunt Lie?”
“No,” she sighs, “She’s yet to reply to my owl. You know what your Aunt is like; she’ll sleep when she’s dead, that one.”
You hum in agreement, your lips twitching into a small smile. Your Aunt Delilah’s work ethic and determination have propelled her to the top of the mountain, or in her case, the Head of the Magical Law Enforcement in MACUSA. She was even awarded ‘Witch of the Year’ for three consecutive years by and she’s always been a subject of admiration, especially for you.
“What about Uncle Logan?” you ask, and a pained expression crosses your grandmother’s face.
“Still in St Mungos,” She sighs, “He tried to break out the other day. They had to restrain him...”
As though dragging herself out of her thoughts, Thea sweeps her gaze from the manicured lawns bellow to your face and smiles gently at you, that same, loving curve of her lips that she passed down to her son - your father. But her eyes look worried, forlorn almost like she’s carrying a burden that’s too heavy for her. In the late afternoon sun, she looks older than her fifty-four years, the creases on her usually smooth cheeks looking deeper and more defined. It’s worrying; you’ve never thought that there was a burden heavy enough to worry the Great Althea Ashton.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning to face her completely.
Thea heaves a heavy sigh, “There’s something I need to discuss with you...something important.”
“What is it?”
Thea hesitates, biting her lower lip. After stringing her words together, she opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by a knock on the door.
“(Y/N)?” James’ voice sounds from the other side of the door.
“Come in.”
Your bedroom door swings open and James emerges from the other side, beaming as he approaches. When he spots Thea, James stops. He shoots a hand through his hair and bows his head, smiling.
“Mrs Ashton,” he greets, “You look as radiant as ever.”
“You flatter me,” she smirks, “Of course, a young man like yourself knows exactly what to say.”
“I’ve been told I’m quite the conversationalist,” James flashes a million dollar smile, “Among other things.”
Thea raises a sharp brow, “Oh I’m sure.”
What the-?
James grins devilishly, eyes glittering, “I would be happy to show you a thing or two, Mrs Ashton.”
You cringe, nearly choking on air as James winks at you. You really can’t believe this is happening right now Obviously, you knew James was quite the flirt, and your grandmother is quite beautiful. Thea laughs, rising from her seat and approaches James, stopping just beside him as her lips curve into a wicked grin.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me.”
A single laugh of surprise escapes your lips at Thea's witty reply. You slap a hand over your mouth to contain the rest of your giggles. James flushes as Thea sidles past.
“That sounds like a challenge,” James calls out to her and you hear her laughter echo through the house.
James turns back to you, grinning from ear to ear and jabbing a thumb over his shoulder, “She’s amazing.”
Nervous energy flutters inside your stomach. You hate being left alone with boys, especially confident, handsome and intelligent boys like James. Unsure of what to say, you blurt the first thing that comes to mind, which is...
“Do you usually flirt with other people’s grandmothers?” You ask, grimacing.
James saunters toward you and sits in the seat Thea had previously been sitting in, “Only when they look like that. I wouldn’t even dare to flirt with Sirius’ grandmother, half the time, we’re not even sure what’s holding that woman together. Thea though...she’s a goddess. She’s young too, younger than my dad.”
“Yeah,” you sigh, “She was married by seventeen, pregnant with my dad at eighteen, raising three children by twenty-six and a grandmother by thirty-eight. She’s incredible.”
“Tell me about it,” James shakes his head, his hand taking through his thick hair, “Anyway, that’s not what I’m here for. I actually came to ask if you wanted to come out for a bit. We were thinking of taking you to a winter carnival we saw in muggle London...”
“We?” You ask, thinking of the crowds with a twinge of anxiety, “Who’s we?”
James shrugs, “Me, Peter, Sirius, Kaitlyn...Remus...” James gives you a knowing grin and a wink. You bite your lip, feeling a prickly heat swell in your cheeks.
“What about Lily?” you ask, recalling her visit the other day, “Is she coming? She’s a lot of fun...”
James looks away from you, his cheery demeanour suddenly fading.
“She’s not coming,” He murmurs, “Got her sisters engagement party or something.”
“That’s right,” you say in recollection, “Her sisters getting married, isn’t she?”
James scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah. Anyway, would you like to come with us? It’ll be fun...”
You stare at James, deliberating silently. Leaving the comfort of your bedroom seems scary when you think about it. Despite having recovered physically, you hadn’t really left your bedroom for long periods of time except for meals and bathroom visits. Since the attack, you hadn’t really had much mental energy to process anything, and staying in bed reading a good book sounded much more easier than having to venture into the cold, snowcapped world.
But this carnival sounds fun. And - if it turns out to just be noisy, crowded and cold - you’ll be able to return home and crawl back into bed. Your friends will understand.
“Okay,” you shrug, trying to appear nonchalant, “I’ll come.”
***
The winter carnival is bright and colourful against the shocking white of soft snow; a burst of light and colour splashed against a white canvas. It’s romantic and whimsical; the air smells of melted sugar and baked pastries and that crisp freshness that chills the wind in that delightful, wintery way. Kids are either screaming in delight, terror or dismay and parents are looking either exhausted, exasperated or both. Overall, the atmosphere is very warm, despite the December cold.
Rows and rows of stalls line the streets, with vendors offering exciting, winter-themed games and steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Of course, the hot chocolate paled in comparison to Remus’ but they filled the spot. Still, it was fun watching James and Sirius experience this side of the muggle world. Sirius even managed to win James a large, fluffy reindeer, which the Marauders found amusing for some unspoken reason, and Peter slipped into a cheese fondue tent, spilling melted cheese down his front. A quick, cleaning charm by Kaitlyn banished the cheese away but the memory remained, and the boys were laughing for the rest of the afternoon, much to Kaitlyn’s discomfort.
You’re very, very glad you came.
“Look at this place,” Kaitlyn nearly laughs, beaming, “The last time I went to a winter carnival, I was eight and I don’t remember it looking quite as magical as it does now.”
“Really?” Peter asks though he doesn’t seem to be listening to a word Kaitlyn is saying.
Beside her, Sirius takes a swig from his flask and pockets it in the inside pocket of his black aviator's jacket.
“Your sentimentality is nauseating,” Sirius grumbles, rolling his eyes. Kaitlyn glares at him through her glasses.
“Your entire existence is nauseating,” Kaitlyn snaps and Sirius barks a sardonic laugh.
“Real original, O’Hara. Did you figure that out all on your own?”
Kaitlyn opens her mouth to argue but Remus intervenes.
“Would you two shut it?” He snaps, irritated, “This isn’t about your little pissing contest, it’s about helping out a friend in need.”
Kaitlyn closes her mouth begrudgingly, shooting Sirius a nasty look. Sirius gives a sarcastic eye roll, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“Ever the diplomat,” Sirius teases, shaking his head.
“Well someone’s got to be,” Remus snips, “With you and Kaitlyn always at each other’s throats...”
“Looks like a lot of unresolved sexual tension to me,” James murmurs into your ear, and you swallow a fit of giggles. Peter frowns, flushing furiously.
“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you Prongs?” Sirius sniggers, having overhead his best friend, and James punches his shoulder, hard.
“He’s always punching me,” Sirius whines, “You see the way he treats me, (Y/N). He’s cruel.”
“You deserve better,” you joke, grinning teasingly. Sirius rubs his arm, pouting exaggeratedly.
“I do, don’t I?”
Beside you, Peter mumbles something that sounds a lot like “He deserved that.” You and Sirius glance at each other, and Sirius shoots him a side long glance but doesn’t comment.
“What in Merlin’s arse hair is that?” James gasps, gaping up at something just ahead of you.
Both you and Sirius turn, facing a large Ferris wheel, decorated in muggle fairy lights. From where you’re standing on the floor, you can spot couples cuddled up close together, kissing and laughing together.
You glance at Remus, only to find him already gazing at you and the two of you turn away, cheeks burning against the cold.
“It’s a Ferris Wheel,” Kaitlyn explains, tucking her hair behind her ear and flushing as James stares at her, “It works by combing gravity and centripetal acceleration, caused by rotation and angular velocity-”
“-Yeah, yeah some boring muggle science shit, let's try it out,” Sirius says, cutting Kaitlyn off, “Come on Wormy.”
Peter glances sheepishly back at Kaitlyn, opening his mouth as if to say something but the words get lost on his tongue as Sirius drags him toward the Ferris Wheel. James gives Kaitlyn a lopsided grin.
“Ignore him,” James says, flapping a dismissive hand at Sirius, “Let's give it a go while you tell me more about the - ah - ‘boring, muggle science shit’.”
Kaitlyn beams, cheeks rosy from more than just the cold. James listens, intrigued, as he pays for their ride and they climb into a gondola.
“So...” Remus begins, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, “Did you want to...”
He nods at the Ferris Wheel. You smile at him and nod, biting your bottom lip as Remus’ face lights up. You follow Remus toward the technician, who plasters a forced smile on his face.
After paying for your ticket, you and Remus settle into one of the gondolas. In the gondola in front of you, Sirius turns around to grin teasingly at you. Remus ignites him.
“So, how are you feeling?” Remus asks, casually draping an arm across the back of the seat.
You shrug, “Better. I feel a lot better, actually, but...”
“...You’re hurting,” Remus finishes and you sigh, rubbing the moon crescent on your necklace.
Remus leans forward and takes your hand in his, warmth suddenly flooding you. He smiles as he gazes into your eyes, and he doesn’t look away, not even when the Ferris Wheel awakens and slowly begins to rotate.
“Let me fix you, (Y/N),” he whispers, hand trailing up your arm and cupping your cheek affectionately. His thumb flicks over the smooth skin and you close your eyes, relaxing into his touch.
It kind of hits you; how natural it feels to be sitting here with Remus, his touch warming your entire body. Every doubt and every fear seems to slip through the cracks and out of sight, washed away by the certainty swelling in your heart.
All of it becomes a little more clearer now. Whenever you were upset or distressed, Remus was there, like he had listened to a call for help you don’t even realise you made. He’s always been there to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, piece them together like a puzzle only he knows how to solve.
When he looks at you, he sees you. He sees every detail as though your were painted in screaming colours, vibrant and radiant and beautiful to his eyes. Never transparent. Never invisible. But real, very real. When he touches, he feels.
It’s no longer a choice between two, but a choice between confession or silence.
And if the past few weeks have taught you anything, it’s that there’s nothing wrong with taking a leap of faith.
Your lashes flutter as you open your eyes, the world coming back to you in dazzling colour. Remus seems closer now than he was before, his arm now wrapped around your shoulders. His eyes drink you in, keeping you bottled up somewhere inside his chest. The thought makes you smile.
“(Y/N)...” he begins in a whisper, “I-I really like you. I always have, since the day we met, I’ve liked you.”
Your smile broadens, a little laugh slipping from your lips as your gondola reaches its peak.
“I like you too,” you breathe, “I know it’s taken me a while to realise it but...I know. I like you too.”
Remus beams like he’s swallowed a star, the worry and fatigue washed away by the joy that lights up his eyes. Slowly, he leans in, and you realise what he’s doing, what he wants. Your heart hums like a hummingbird gone haywire, fluttering inside your chest, ready to take flight on imaginary wings as Remus closes the distance between the two of you, tentative lips meeting yours for a gentle kiss.
Soft. Warm. Unassuming. These are just a few words to describe what it is like sharing your first kiss with Remus Lupin. He smells of cinnamon and tastes like chocolate and moonlight and fresh, clean air and it’s magical, whimsical, romantic.
It feels like a black and white movie, where the music swells just as the lovers meet and they melt into each other in all the ways you had only dreamt of. Except now, it’s real, you’re really in Remus’ arms, tasting the slick sweetness of his lips and the hot desire that wells beneath them.
It makes you whimper when he breaks away hesitantly, shades of soft pink blossoming on his cheeks, that surreal, poetic dream fading away as you return to reality. He licks his lips as though he wants to memorise the taste of you, his eyes glued to the smile slowly crawling across your lips.
“Wow,” you whisper, suddenly giddy.
“Wow,” Remus repeats in a low murmur, “I’m still waiting for the part where Sirius shakes me awake.”You giggle as Remus presses his forehead to yours and sighs against your lips, “Please tell me this isn’t a dream.”
(He's tired of dreaming and fantasising and cold showers)
“It’s definitely not a dream,” you smile, a part of you shocked at how liquid you suddenly feel in his arms.
Grinning, he leans in to kiss you.
You let him.
(Right now, you’d let Remus do just about anything)
***
Remus has his arms draped around your shoulders for the rest of the evening.
Everyone knows but no one bothers to comment on this very new chapter in your life. Kaitlyn looks estatic, she keeps glancing back at you and Remus and grinning goofily as you stroll down the city’s streets, soaking each other up. James flashes a knowing smirk, winking at Remus as though he’s proud of him. Peter watches the two of you almost enviously, though he appears more happy than jealous for Remus. Sirius, on the other hand...
Well. Sirius is a little harder to read.
You catch him grinning at the two of you as you turn a corner, walking back to the dark alley you apparated to from your home. But when you all stop off at a muggle liquor store,
Sirius pulls you aside, his expression is sterner and - well - serious.
“Listen, (Y/N),” Sirius says in a low murmur, “I’m going to make this quick. Remus has never really had a girlfriend and he-he really cares about you. I know, you’ve been through some shit recently but Remus needs someone who he can trust. There’s more to him than what you know.”
“Of course he can trust me,” you snip, frowning at Sirius, “We’ve been friends for years, Sirius.”
“Yes but...look. Just-just be careful with his heart, okay? He’s never given it to anyone before, and he doesn’t deserve to have it broken.”
“I have no intention of breaking his heart,” you mutter, glancing as a drunk muggle staggers past.
“That’s what they all say,” Sirius whispers, and for a moment, you see a flicker of regret in his eyes.
Before he can say any more, the door to the liquor door swings open. James, Kaitlyn and Remus step through, carting two bags of alcohol each.
“Fake ID worked like a charm,” James grins, winking at you.
“That’s because it is a charm,” Remus chortles, walking up to you and pecking you on the cheek.
“What did you get?” You ask him, peeking into the bag.
“Just some vodka and gin,” Remus smiles, “Once we get you back home, we were going to mix some drinks and take them...somewhere. Do you have any cool hiding places in that impossibly huge mansion of yours?”
You rest your head on his shoulder as you begin to follow the others, “There’s a treehouse that my grandmother doesn’t know about. It was my fathers. He used to say that he would bring all his ‘girlfriends’ up there but that was just him pretending to be cool.”
Remus laughs, “Secret, make-out treehouse, huh? Might come in handy later on...”
Your lips crack into a smile as Remus leans in to kiss you, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you close. You break away grinning, certain that you could do this for all eternity and never tire of it.
Remus tugs you close to him as you round the corner, entering the dark alleyway. You follow your friends into the empty alley, passing garbage bins and feral cats, until you reach the end, where you take Remus’ hand into yours.
“Is everyone ready?” James asks, glancing at you and Remus.
“Yeah,” you and Remus both answer in unison. Remus squeezes your hand.
“On three,” James says, and you close your eyes.
“One...”
You think of the large, iron gates outside the mansion.
“Two...”
You think of the perfectly manicured lawns and beautiful, flourishing gardens.
“Three...”
You think of your grandmother and her face as she welcomes you home with open arms.
With a crack, you disappear from the alley and land just outside the manors doors with a pop.
You open your eyes.
Your hand is still in Remus, sitting snuggly inside his warm, welcoming palms. James and Kaitlyn are laughing and Peter and Sirius are having a whispered conversation, glancing furtively at James.
“You guys wait out here,” you say, grabbing everyone’s attention, “I’ll just tell my Grandmother that we’re home.”
“Can you give her a kiss for me?” James asks, grinning, “Actually...you’d better not do that...”
“I’ll come with you,” Remus insists, handing his bag to Kaitlyn.
“I think you just found yourself a new shadow,” Sirius teases, winking at you. Remus rolls his eyes, taking your hand as you push open the large, decorated doors and enter the foyer of your home.
Your footsteps echo on marble and gold, singing a familiar tune that you’ve heard since you were twelve-years-old. Remus follows beside you, your fingers laced together.
“Grandmama?” You call out, your voice bouncing off the walls. Unfamiliar voices echo back from the living room.
“You have guests?” Remus asks in mingled surprise and curiosity.
“I think we do...” you mutter, frowning, “Grandmama?”
“In here, darling,” Thea’s gentle, serene voice says, guiding you toward the living room.
You and Remus follow her voice until you enter the living room, excitement bubbling up inside of you as you prepare to tell your grandmother all about you and Remus.
“Grandmama, I-”
You stop, voice dying on the tip of your tongue, eyes widening in shock.
Two strangers are sitting in your living room, cast in vibrant shades of orange from the flickering fire. The first is a very tall man, strong and unyielding with all kinds of razor sharp edges. Raven haired and eyed, he looks strikingly handsome, his features familiar in a daunting way. You could slice your finger across his firm jawline or get sucked into the depths of his dark, glinting eyes. He holds himself with aristocratic dignity, spine steeled and demeanour cold and unforgiving.
The second stranger is a woman, young and very beautiful but cold to the touch. Her long, black hair is pulled into an elegant, French bun and her eyes are a violent shade of grey. Her painted, red lips flicker into a smile that holds no warmth, lighting eyes that have never known true love.
“Sweetheart,” Your grandmother begins, softly, “This is Orion and Walburga Black. They’re here to talk about your future.”
“What do you mean?” You murmur, frowning at Orion and Walburga. Walburga’s smile curls.
“You don’t know, do you?” Walburgas voice is like a breath of cold air, icier than any winter you’ve ever known. Behind Walburga, a shadow ripples, peeling back to reveal a third figure, though he’s no stranger.
Regulus steps forward into the amber light of the fire, and you feel Remus’ hold on your hand tighten. Bile turns in your stomach, threatening to surge up the length of your throat. Regulus doesn’t quite meet your eyes, instead, he chooses to stare at your necklace.
“What’s going on?” You whisper, turning to your grandmother.
Your grandmother sighs, and for the first time since you’ve known her, she looks as though she may cry, “Regulus is your...your...”
Regulus steels, squaring his shoulders and raising his chin, fixing himself to stare into your eyes. Without even a hint of hesitation, Regulus speaks firmly, a coldness to his voice that you’ve never heard before.
“I’m your betrothed,” Regulus states, apathetically, “This time next year, we are to be married.”
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Amazing, Actually
Chapter 6: Scene 7 (Click here to read previous scenes!)
Last scene for this chapter guys! Hope you all like it!
Jace and Kita did their homework, Kita not-so-stealthily making sure Jace ate a healthy, filling snack. When they finished, Kita suggested Monopoly and each were in the middle of searching for a lost die when Kita’s parents walked in the door.
“Hey Papá! Hey Dad!” Kita called, her hand grasping under the couch. Jace looked up and hit his head on the bottom of the table where he was searching. He crawled out, rubbing his scalp as he stood.
“Hey Mr. and Mr. Mills. How goes it?”
“Jay, how many times have we told you to just call us Frank and Jose?” Frank said.
Frank was a tall man with curly red hair, and evergreen eyes. His face had freckles scattered about his nose and cheeks, and his teeth were straight and white. Frank always seemed to be smiling, and it took a lot for him to get angry. Jace always liked that about him. Frank put down his keys and bag, while Jose shuffled through some mail.
“I think at least as many times as I’ve been here. Force of habit, sorry,” Jace said.
“No no, it’s quite alright Jay. How was school you two?”
“Fine,” they both answered.
“Did you finish that late assignment Kita?” Jose asked in his slightly Spanish accent. Jose was a dark-skinned man with hair almost as black as Jace’s, had it not been for the few gray streaks. Jose was almost the complete opposite of Frank in terms of personality. Jose was straightforward and strict, and he didn’t smile nearly as much as Frank. But that just meant that when he did smile, it was much more special.
“Yes Papá,” Kita answered.
“How was your weekend Jay?” Frank asked.
“Fine. Boring even,” he lied.
“Well, I hope your first day back was better,” said Jose.
“Eh, it was alright. Much better now that I’m home,” Jace said with a crooked grin. Frank beamed widely at the last word, and Jace could’ve sworn he saw a small smirk from Jose.
“Alright. Well Jose is going to make dinner, and I’m going to head to my office and work on some things for the shop,” said Frank. He walked over and hugged them both, which made Jace’s heart swell, and then walked into the hallway to his office.
“You two both finished your homework?” Jose asked sternly.
“Yes Papá!” Kita groaned.
“Just checking, mija. Go finish your little game, the surprise will be ready soon.”
So Mr. Mills is in on this too? Jace thought. He watched Jose for a few moments as he took out a few cooking supplies and ingredients from the cupboard.
Jace turned to Kita with a small smile.
“So, the surprise is dinner?”
“Dammit. You weren’t supposed to figure that out.” They sat back down at the table, Kita holding the no longer missing die.
“Not much of a surprise, considering I have dinner pretty much every time I come over here,” Jace said.
“Oh hush, it’s not dinner that’s the surprise, it’s what’s for dinner.”
“Ooooh, how mysterious. What is it?”
“What part of ‘surprise’, do you not understand?”
“The part where I’m supposed to wait and find out,” Jace whined. He laid his head on the table, pouting with his lip stuck out. “Waiting is the worst.”
“Yeah I know the feeling, as it’s been your turn for the last five minutes. Just roll the die!”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I swear if I get into jail again I’m going to throw something.” He rolled the die and made his car piece jump a few spaces to Chance.
“You’re way too passionate about Monopoly,” Kita said.
“Shhhh I’m drawing a card.”
“Why does that require me to shut up?”
“I don’t know! Quit poking holes in my arguments!”
“You’d be a terrible lawyer.”
“Good thing I don’t plan on being one, that shit takes way too much schooling.”
“True. But, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Jace actually thought about this a lot, so he had an answer ready.
“Well, I want to go to college, but I don’t know if that’s really an option. I’m keeping my grades as high as I can and I’m saving up a lot and I’m trying to get a full ride literally anywhere, but I mean who knows how well that’ll work out. If I can get into college, then I don’t really know what I want to do after. Maybe like an office job or something. That’d be nice. I’m not really picky. If I don’t end up being able to go, then I’ll just keep the job I have at the movie theater. Start working full time.”
Jace sighed, and drew his pencil out of his pocket, gently scraping the sharp end along the familiar path down his thumb. “How about you? What do you want to be?”
“Pfft, I don’t know,” Kita said, rolling the die and moving her battleship piece up a few spaces. “I’ll probably end up at the bakery. I’m going to college, and I was thinking that being a detective would be cool, like for the police, but I dunno. They’re both good options really.”
“Oooh, a detective. You gonna catch all the bad guys Sherlock?”
“Heck yeah I am! The game is afoot!”
They spent the next hour still playing Monopoly, but not really paying attention to the game. They talked mostly about the future. What they would do when they grew up, what things might be like, what kind of crazy thing that might happen that could change the whole world. Jace thought aliens might come to Earth, but Kita thought that some sort of sea creatures would walk on to land and be the new superior being.
But it wasn’t all big picture; they talked about what pets they want, what kind of house they’d like, even whether or not they would want houseplants. Jace was just explaining to Kita why the ridged butter knives were better than the flat edged ones, when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
There was an incredibly enticing smell coming from the kitchen. The scent immediately made him think the word “warm”, but it also smelled like garlic and onions and spices and… tomatoes.
“WAIT wait wait wait wait wait wait--”
“I’m waiting, Jace,” Kita interrupted.
“Is that--Are we-- is he making tomato soup?” Jace asked her eagerly, pointing to the kitchen.
“Huh. Is he?” Kita said sarcastically. “Wait, isn’t that your favorite food? How completely random.”
“Yeah, random,” Jace said, rolling his eyes. “Has he been making that this whole time?”
“Probably. You know Papá hates making food from a box or a can. Says it’s ‘not authentic’, so he just made it from scratch.”
“What!? He didn’t have to do all that!”
“I wanted to,” Jose’s voice came from behind him. Jace turned around to see him holding two steaming bowls. Jose’s eyebrows raised slightly at the eager look on Jace’s face, and set he the bowls down in front of them.
“Thanks Mr.--I mean Jose,” Jace said as his stomach rumbled in anticipation.
“You’re welcome, Jay. I’ll be back with Frank in a moment.” Jose disappeared down the hallway. Jace stirred his soup, blowing on it.
“That’s so nice of Jose. And of you! God, you guys are so awesome.” When he ate a spoonful, the flavor spread over his mouth, filling him with warmth. The soup was creamy and thick, tasting even better than it smelled. “This is the best surprise,” he said, sighing happily.
“You are so unbelievably easy to please Jay,” Kita said with a laugh.
“Really? I always thought the opposite,” said Jace.
“Pfft, Jay you make the biggest deal out the smallest things.”
“Jee, thanks, nice to know I’m a drama queen.”
“No, I mean when we do something small for you, you act as though it costed us the world. Like we’d spent a thousand dollars or a month in order to do something for you. I just thought it was nice.”
“Nice?” Sounds more annoying, Jace thought.
“Yeah, I mean it’s just nice that you say thank you. It’s not like there’s a surplus of people who do that.”
“Oh, heh, I suppose. I guess I just don’t really need a lot to be happy.”
Frank and Jose came out of the hallway and Frank kissed Jose on the cheek as they sat down at the table.
“Is it good?” asked Jose.
“Soooo good,” Jace answered. “Am--”
“Amazing, actually?” Kita interrupted.
“…I do say that a lot don’t I?”
They spent the next hour or so laughing and talking and eating together. Jace felt his heart swelling with happiness with each passing moment. He was warm, his belly was full, he was with Kita and Frank and Jose, and his horrible weekend and moment with Clay were the farthest things from his mind, and everything seemed to finally be okay.
“Oh hey, it’s almost seven! We better get you home, Jay,” said Frank suddenly.
The happy balloon in his chest deflated, making his lungs feel as though they were being squeezed tightly.
“Oh. Right,” Jace said, his voice suddenly feeling hoarse.
He’d forgotten for a moment. Of course things couldn’t just stay like this forever. Have to go back to reality at some point, Jace thought as he cleared his empty bowl. He and Kita went to her room to pack up his things.
“Hey, so you’re still coming for Halloween tomorrow right?” Kita asked.
“Yep,” Jace replied tonelessly.
Kita opened her mouth, and then closed it again, instead turning to grab Jace’s notebook from off her bed. Jace took a little more time than needed to pack up his things; he really didn’t want to leave. Kita let him dawdle, knowing how he felt, and Jace appreciated that. He kept looking around as though worried he wouldn’t see this place again, even though he knew he would be back tomorrow. After spending almost a two minutes tying and retying his tattered sneakers, they finally walked to the car.
With each minute they spent in the car, Jace could feel the familiar anxiety in his shoulders returning. He held his backpack close to his chest, hugging it like it was a lifeline. Dread was like a creature, crawling up his back and infecting his veins with anxious venom, making his muscles tense up so much it hurt. He knew he wouldn’t be able to relax until tomorrow, when he went back home.
To his real home.
They arrived at the motel, the car stopping just outside his room. Number nine, ground floor.
“Oh I forgot! Jay, I brought you something from the bakery, I think it’s in this bag here…” Frank said and started rustling in the bag in the passenger seat. He drew out a muffin, much like the one Kita gave him on the bus, only instead of little dots of blueberry juice, the dots were a reddish pink. “It’s raspberry, I remember you liking those ones, right?”
“Yeah, I love those ones! Thank you Mr.--I mean Frank. You guys are being way too nice today.”
“You’re welcome Jay. I’ll see you tomorrow for Halloween! Don’t forget to bring your costume to school with you.”
“Thanks Frank. I’ll see you.” Jace opened the car door, still holding the muffin, and Kita walked with him to his room. They stood for a moment outside his door, before Jace saw a flash of movement to his left, and Kita slammed into his ribcage.
“Gagh! What are you--” He cut off. It took him a moment to realize she was hugging him, not attacking him. “Jesus, I didn’t know someone could hug so violently.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her closer.
“Sorry.”
“You’re fine.”
“But you’re not.”
“Sure I am.”
“You’re lying.”
“No I’m--”
“Yes, you are.”
“…I don’t know if I am.”
“If you’re okay, or if you’re lying?”
“Both. Neither. Can I get back to you on that one?”
“Sure.”
There was a silence, where they both just stared at the metal nine on the door.
“You know that just squeezing the life out of me doesn’t make it so I don’t have to leave, right?” said Jace.
“Shhhh, I don’t care right now,” said Kita.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m going to be fine,” Jace said, lowering his head slightly so as to look her directly in the eyes.
“I know,” she said. She squeezed him tighter, enough to make Jace worried his ribs would crack, then released him and waved goodbye, jogging over to Frank’s car.
Jace unlocked the door, and went inside.
He sighed as he flicked on the lights. Nobody was there. The only sign anyone lived here were the ruffled bed sheets and the empty bottles still lying on the floor. He probably could’ve stayed at Kita’s a little longer if he’d known no one would be around to meet him. But he could hear the car driving away.
Now that he could have a light on, he could see the room much more clearly than he could that morning. A lamp, the alarm clock and a motel phone stood on a small table between two beds, one being his parents, and the other his own. The walls were a sickly yellow color, and while the floors were carpeted, they still felt rock hard. A mini fridge stood to the right of a wooden dresser which had a TV on top, and to the left of that dresser was the entrance to the bathroom. He shut the door and put the muffin on the table next to the alarm clock.
He turned and tossed his backpack onto his bed before flopping down on it himself. He regretted it immediately as the hard mattress almost knocked the wind out of him.
“Ouch,” he said to the room. He stared at the cracking ceiling for a moment before remembering that he was supposed to call his mom to let her know he was okay.
Jace sat up and started dialing her number into the motel phone, and it rang twice before she answered.
“Hey baby, you made it home?” she said sweetly. Jace could hear the bustlings of the diner in the background.
“Yeah I did. Just calling to let you know I’m okay,” Jace said. He drew out his pencil and started twirling it in between his fingers.
“Thanks honey. I have to go in a second, but how was your day?”
“Great.” Only half a lie. “It was just a normal day. Nothing really important.” A whole lie.
“That’s good. You went to Kita’s right? Did you--”
“Yes, I had dinner. I always have dinner at her house, you know that.”
“Just checking dear. I’ll be home around ten tonight. Make sure you don’t stay up too late, I want you sleeping when I get home okay?”
“Okay. Bye mom.”
“Bye hon.”
End Chapter
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Are there any things you wish were more explored in hackle fic?
Ooooh this is such an excellent question!!!
So, for clarification, I’m totally including myself and my own work in these generalizations.
I think it is very easy for us Hackle writers to get caught up in the soft, “pretty” side. Because overall, Hackle is sweet and soft and supportive and just all-around wonderful. And there’s nothing wrong with showcasing a set of wives over forty (fifty?) who aren’t bored with each other.
But I would like to see (and write) more about the times when it’s ugly. When they’re fighting, really fighting, and maybe sex isn’t happening is much (which is hard to imagine for me, tbh, because these two are constantly dtf) and they just get sideways with each other over stupid shit because that’s how it is when you’re in a long-term relationship, particularly when you live and work together and there’s no real outlet to not be around each other. When they’re working to unpack the trauma of their childhoods (and even the shit that’s happened just in the series) and it’s that transitional time where the repressed issue has been given a voice and a name but the work of truly dismantling it hasn’t fully happened and they’re just a raw fucking nerve, all the time.
I WANT MORE KINK because don’t you dare look me in the fucking virtual eye and tell me these two don’t get up to some absolutely wild shit brah. But outside of the traditional D/s dynamics (although Let Hecate Top 2k19 is still like...such a fave for me). I want to see them going past their usual boundaries and maybe just ending up devolving into a puddle of laughter because it’s too far out, even for them, but hey, they tried. I want to see one of them going “Wait, no, stop, my body actually can’t do that!” or simply “nope, nope, don’t like that, this was NOT what I thought it would be like at all, tapping out!” I want to see sex that doesn’t quite hit the mark and one of them thinking about the shopping list whilst the other’s nearly suffocating between their thighs. I want to see more sex that’s playful and full of laughter (I am soooo bad about making sure its pAsSiOnAtE and I realize this so...yeah. I’m trying to work on that, ok?).
I really, really, reeeeeally want to see them both in therapy, or seeking some other form of help in recovering from their various traumas. I think several fix-it fics really helped heal some of the issues we all had with season three, but I think there’s room for more fic in that vein, where we see not only the initial stages, but how it looks ten years later, when some random event triggers a response that they thought they’d overcome.
I WANT TO SEE MORE WITCHY SHIT. Have Hecate saging the office after parents night because HOLY FUCK URSULA HALLOW GOT SOME BAD VIBES. Have Ada blending her own herbal teas and reading the leaves (that’s actually hinted in canon). Have them give each other tarot readings while sitting in bed. Have them create a sigil together, to draw over the things they need to keep safe, like the school. Have crystals and goddess worship and lunar rituals and shrines for the ancestors. Fuck that shit up, yo.
Having made this list, I can still safely say that while I hope to explore more of these sides in the future, I will fall back on the lovely soft side, too. Because this is escapism. This is wish-fulfillment for two characters who in canon get a pretty rough shake without any hint of a happier ending. This is us, curling up with a nice cuppa and smiling like idiots as we read about two sweet little dorks in love. This is us, writing our own wishes into the universe. And it’s quite lovely, quite human in the best and most hopeful of ways.
So to be clear: I’m still absolutely going to devour and adore all the candy floss fluff. And write (way more) than my fair share, too. And I won’t judge anyone who doesn’t want to produce anything other than that kind of content, because we need it. We need wlw with happy endings so very desperately, particularly in times like these. And I count myself very lucky to have found a ship that provides just that, time and again.
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For the drabble prompt I'm asking for #28...or #12. Or both together cause that sounds like a fun Tuesday. XD Stay wonderful!
Authors Note: This is adrabble from the drabble prompt challenge. It’s number #12 and #28. It’s myfirst one so please let me know what you think of it! (also be gentle haha)Thank you for the ask @harlequinash! This is quite long as my words got away with me but Iswear I’ll be brief next time lol. Hope you enjoy!
This drabble is separate from my series ‘Runaway’ but I’musing the same MC haha
[Edit: The outline and placing of stuff on this post are messed up on the mobile version yet seem fine on the desktop version. Just warning you :) ]
Book: The Royal Romance
Pairing: Liam x MC[Ariel]
Word Count: 1, 982 (give or take)
Warnings: Swearing, drunkenness
Lava
The Queen of Cordonia could hold her liquor. She was a master at it.Being an American and New Yorker, respectively, she had her fair share of night’s out. A few times after long week’s ofcorrespondence with delegates, ambassadors and many insufferable nobles she lether hair down and dabbled in a few drinks to calm herself or have fun.
She didn’t know how Liam did it. He was the epitome of a king and thequeen herself? Well…let’s just say she was still learning.
It’s only been 6 months since the wedding and she’d been thrust rightinto the work of a monarch and she had been run off her feet since.
She was exhausted.
So, it was after a long day of meetings, a bill passing through theRoyal Council and a very long, detailed meeting with their Director of RoyalCommunications, that saw her sitting in the lower wing of the palace in the secluded bar just outside the copious palace grounds.
She was sitting at the bar, a glass of whiskey in her hand, sipping onit slowly, thinking about her schedule tomorrow which consisted of brunch withthe Queen Mother and a few meetings she had to attend with Liam. A burst of exhaustionwent through her.
I am so ready for sleep…
“Heyoooo!”
A booming voice rang through the quiet space of the downstairs bar andAriel winced at the volume, her body jumping in shock. Her mouth pursed into ascowl, having enjoyed a few moments of silence before the hurricane known asMaxwell Percival Beaumont flew in.
However, as soon as she met the excited, blue eyes of her self-adoptedfun-loving brother, her earlier annoyance fizzled out to be replaced by abright smile. Maxwell’s energy seeping into her tired bones.
“Hey, Maxwell. What are you doing down here?”
Maxwell shoots Ariel a grin, nodding to the bottle of Russian vodka onthe shelf next to the bottle of Jägermeister. On further thought, Maxwellpointed to the Jägermeister as well. The bartender nodded, handing over bothbottles before putting down a shot glass.
Ariel stared at her friend, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Maxwell…whatthe hell are you doing?”
“Well, Your Majesty…I believe that for a woman who has been working ashard as you have deserves a load off so…” Maxwell pauses, reaching over the barand grabbing more shot glasses. “I think it is time for some alcohol!”
Ariel resisted the urge to groan. She could hold her liquor, yes. But Russianvodka, Jägermeister and the already two glasses of whiskey already buzzing throughher veins would not be a good combination in the long wrong run. Mixing drinksis always a bad idea.
Ariel gives him a long-suffering look. “Maxwell…that’s very thoughtful.But I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have brunch with Regina tomorrow and Ican’t afford––”
Maxwell interrupts her with a wave of his hand. “Bruch, smunch. Youdeserve this.”
“But––”
“No buts, Ariel. You need to relax a little. All that queenly stuff andpaperwork isn’t good for one’s social life.”
Ariel stares indignantly at Maxwell. “I have a great social life,Beaumont!”
Maxwell scoffs, a laugh bubbling up from his throat. “Yeah, because youhave to. You’re the Queen of Cordonia but that doesn’t mean you socialise withthe right people.”
Ariel raises an eyebrow. “Are you implying that you’re the right people for me to be hanging with?”
Maxwell’s grin grows wide. “Naturally.”
“Oh, Maxwell…” Ariel laughed, shaking her head at the youngest Beaumontbrother. He was so incorrigible. Despite how tired she felt, Ariel couldn’thelp the smile lifting her lifts. Maxwell was just that kind of person whoalways lit up a room with his energy.
Ariel finished off the last of her whiskey, setting down the glass witha soft tap against the bar. She groans as she stands up, her feet throbbingfrom being on them all day.
“Uh, uh. Where are you going?”
Ariel stares at him for a minute. “I am going to bed, Maxwell. I havestuff to do tomorrow.”
Maxwell rolls his eyes but continues to pour two shots of vodka forthem both. “Come on, Ariel. You know you want to…”
Ariel sighs, running her hands through her hair. “I have a feeling youaren’t going to stop until I placate you and say yes.”
Maxwell leans back, grasping the two shot glasses and handing one overto her.
“You’re quite right about that.”
Ariel rolls her eyes, the hint of another smile on her lips as theyclink glasses and they both toss back the shot, the strong Russian alcoholburning down her throat as it went.
***
“Maxwell…you a succhh a bad in-plueence on me…”
“Whaaat can I say, Ariel? I am one half of the Brothers Beaumont. Ihaaavve to be at least good at something, right?”
Ariel giggles, the sound loud in the room they occupied. They had movedfrom the bottom level bar to the drawing room next to it. Maxwell and Arielwere seated on the ground, their backs leaning up against the sofa.
“You know what, Maxwell?”
“What?”
Ariel lolls her head to the side, her mind a haze with the amount of alcoholshe had consumed.
“I think I could beat you at a game of lava.”
Maxwell looks at her quizzically despite his inebriated state. “Lavv-a?What kind of game is that?”
Ariel’s lips pull up in a large grin, her excitement growing. This is onegame that Maxwell wouldn’t know about.
Ariel pours herself another shot of vodka and downs it, slamming the glass on the coffee table before standing, wobbling on her feet slightly.
“Okay…now, I will teach you this custom. It was basically the childhood gameof all American child-renn…”
Seeing Ariel’s smile, Maxwell follows her, jumping up on his feet,himself almost falling over. “Okay! Showme this custom of yours, Little Blossom!”
Ariel laughs, clapping her hands in childlike excitement. “Okay. Soooo…youhave to pretennd that..the ground is hot like lava and that everyything else isssaaafe. So…let’sss say I call out ‘lava’…then we’d have to find the n-nearestpiece of furniture and stand on it. The first one to fall down or trip loses.”
“Buuut…” Ariel says, lifting up a finger. “The last one to land on a piece of furniture has to take a drink.”
Maxwell smiles, nodding his head in drunken excitement. “Ooooh…let’s dothisss. P-prepare to lose, little blossom-m.”
Ariel and Maxwell begin on opposite sides of the reading room. Both ofthem in the middle, eyeing prospective places to keep off the floor. With themany shots of alcohol running through her system Ariel gives a devious grin toMaxwell and shouts at the top of her lungs,
“LAVA!”
With that yell, Ariel shoots away and jumps on to the nearest thing shecan find which was a cream coloured reading chair beside the fireplace. Maxwellhad found a brown oak coffee table to settle on. Both Ariel and Maxwell laughas they take turns in jumping on the furniture, shooting back vodka and yelling‘Lava’ a few times their voices almost raw.
“Lava! Oh, Ariel—watch out!”
In her excitement to get to safety on top of the sofa, Ariel missed herfooting and with the momentum of her upper body she tumbles over the back of thesofa and lands with a loud thud.
“Ow! That f-fucking hurt!”
“Craaap! Are you alright?”
“What in the world is going on in here?”
Ariel freezes, her body going rigid at the voice. She recognised it. Herface scrunched up in a grimace. It wasn’t many times that he saw her drunk butnow was one of those times.
Ariel thought it best to stay behind the sofa. It was the safest place forher to be right now.
Ariel peeked underneath it, seeing Maxwell standing atop the piano. Shestifled a giggle that wanted to bubble up from her throat but she slapped ahand on her mouth to stop it.
“Maxwell? What are you doing on the piano?”
Ariel sees as Maxwell stumbles for words, himself swaying on the pianotrying to appear sober but failing miserably.
“Um –– I…I don’t…you see…it was Ariel’s idea…”
Thanks a lot, Maxwell…
“Ariel? Is she here? Where is she?”
Ariel closes her eyes as her heart beats widely against her chest.
Shit. Shit. Shiiit.
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
Ariel hears a sigh and feet hitting the floor before a shadow passesover her form and she inclines her head upwards and locks eyes with herhusband. His face was a neutral mask of stoicism but his eyes told a differentstory.
He was mad…but even in her drunken state she could see remnants ofamusement in them too.
“What are you doing down there, my love?”
Ariel stares at Liam for a small while and then she grins. “Oh, I’m justplaying Lava with Maxwell. You know…a game…with a few shots of vodka here andthere.”
Liam’s shoulders shake with a low chuckle and he shakes his head. “Ariel…whatam I going to do with you?”
Ariel smiles from her position on the floor. “Uh…maybe take me to bed? Ithink I had a little too much-h to driiink.”
Liam smiles, his blues sparkling with affection before he bends down andscoops his wife into his arms. “Come on, my queen. Let’s get you to bed. Youhave a long day tomorrow.
Ariel smiles, giving Liam a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “That sounds nice.I love youuuu…”
Ariel’s eyes were already slipping shut. She feels the low rumble ofLiam’s laugher against her ear. “I love you too, Ariel.”
***
Ariel awakens, her eyes throbbing and her head pounding. She felt likeshe’d been thumped in the head a few times.
“Ugh!” Ariel groans. “My head…”
Ariel tries to open her eyes but the light against her lids is painfuland she snaps them shut with a hiss.
“Sore head, Ariel?”
Ariel lies back down against her bed and groans. “More like a sorefreaking everything.”
Liam chuckles, leaning down to kiss Ariel’s forehead gently. “I’m sorryto hear that, my love. But unfortunately, duty calls…you have a meeting in an hour withRegina.”
Ariel’s eyes snap open, all thoughts of her pounding headache gone. Inher rush to get out of the bed, her feet tangled up and she falls to thefloor, her arms flailing about.
She lands on the floor with a loud thump. “Geez! Ow.”
Liam’s warm laughter fills their bed chambers and wraps around Arielmaking her shiver. “That’s the second time you’ve done that.”
Ariel pops up from the floor, giving her husband a questioning look. “Secondtime? When was the first time?”
“When you were in the bottom parlor and hiding behind the sofa?”
Ariel brings a hand to her forehead and scratches it in confusion. Theevents of last night all but a blur.
“How drunk was I?”
Liam grins, his eyes crinkling atthe edges with mirth. “Drunk enough to proposition me, strip down to your underwear before passing out.”
Ariel gasps, her head beginning to throb louder. “Oh. Sorry…”
Liam chuckles, running a fingerdown her cheek. “No qualms about that, my sweet. Maybe another time.”
Ariel gives him a sly smirk. “I’llbe holding you to that.”
Liam chuckles, giving her a quickkiss before heading to the doors that lead out of their suite.
“I look forward to it. Oh, andAriel?”
Ariel glances back at her husband. “Yeah?”
“Maybe next time we can play ourown game.”
Ariel gulps. “I––I look forward tothat.”
Liam gives her a wink before slinkingout the door and leaves Ariel to take care of her throbbing headache and the fact that she had to appear sober in front of Regina when in fact she had a killer hangover.
This was going to be a long day,indeed.
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Rainy day
Summary: You get caught up in the rain with your best friend Harry, and it might just be your chance to tell each other how you really feel. This was requested by anon and I really think y’all should read it cause it’s hella cute.
A/N: Alright, this was soooo hard at the beginning but then it felt like I cracked the code and it just took off. It was requested as a blurb but I guess it got a little longer than I intended, but yeah, it’s really cute. I love best friend blurbs, and even though it was difficult to write about Harry at first, I hope I did alright. Please leave feedback, no matter what you think (I love constructive criticism almost as much as I love flattery lol) Also, I was sooo close to turning this into smut so there might be a few sexual undertones still, (I’ve got a dirty soul). just like y/n i can’t believe i’ve spent my whole life not kissing harry styles rip
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The sky, which was blue and cloudless just a few minutes ago, is now grey and stormy as the rain pours down on you. Your hair is soaked, sticking to your face, your yellow summer dress has darkened and clings to your every curve and when you look at your best friend, his face shows a whole new level of panic behind the once curly brown locks that’s now been flattened and painted a black-ish colour by the water.
“Not my new Gucci suit,” Harry cries out, his voice dripping with desperation and agony.
“Told you not to wear it today, you idiot,” you remind him and laugh.
“’m not an idiot, and ya know long I’ve waited to wear it, yeah?” he argues as you search through your purse for the keys to your apartment. Your hands scramble past lipsticks, band-aids, recipes and small notes, but no key yet.
“I know, Haz, I was just joking. You know I love the suit.” You nod approvingly at the flowery multi-colour suit, and he chuckles, leaning in close to you when you insert the key into the keyhole.
His breath is hot against your ear as he mutters with a low voice, “You’d love to take it off me, too, wouldn’t ya, love?”
You feel a blush creep on your cheeks, bowing your head down and acting like you’re all focused on unlocking the door. When you’ve pushed it open with your shoulder, you look at him and reason with a voice that’s much calmer than your heart beat, “actually, I’d prefer if you stripped yourself and didn’t act like a baby when we get inside. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold, and you still got a drawer with clean clothes in my closet.”
He rolls his eyes, and you know he thinks your reaction at his sexual remark is funny.
“We’ll hang the suit up and try to save that, too,” you add, attempting to change the subject.
“Thank you, love.” His voice is back to normal, and the nickname is far from new, but there still runs a shiver down your spine at his words. It doesn’t make it better that his hand, although clammy, sends fiery sparks through your skin when he touches the swell of your back.
He doesn’t remove his hand before you’ve entered your apartment, and all the way up the stairs, it feels like a gentle guiding force, like he’s protecting you. It feels nice, but your skin feels just as cold and wet when his hand disappears.
“Go shower, darling, I’ll find some comfy clothes for you and make us some tea,” he offers, and your heart swells at how considerate he is.
However, you shake your head, instead grabbing his hand and smiling softly at him, “Nono, we both need to warm up. We’ll just shower together in our underwear.”
He looks taken back by your proposition, cheeks turning pink. Then he nods with a wide grin, squeezing your hand and leading the way to your bathroom. The air is thick as you strip, discarding your wet garments on the floor and making a mental note to yourself to hang it up later.
He carefully steps into the shower cabinet, looking back over his shoulder at you as if to check if you’re still on.
“Scooch over,” you order, and he laughs as he makes room for you, taking another step towards the shower head.
Neither your bathroom nor your shower cabinet are very commodious, and you realize that you didn’t really think this through. If you had, you would probably have realized that it wouldn’t be good for you to stand so close to him that your bare shoulder is touching his arm, and your legs almost bump into each other, especially because you’re only wearing underwear. If it wasn’t hard enough already, he also looks insanely good in those tight black Calvin Klein boxers that leave very little to your imagination, and you know you aren’t supposed to look, but it’s really hard not to.
He turns on the shower, the cold water hitting your skin and making goose bumps appear. Luckily, though, it only takes a few second before the water heats up and you close your eyes, letting the pleasure run through your veins.
“Please don’t make that face, darling,” Harry begs with a hoarse voice that does something to your body you don’t want to admit. You open your eyes again and notice his eyes are fixated on the tiles on the wall, teeth clenched and a painful expression on his face.
“What do you mean? What’s the matter?”
Have you done anything wrong? Overstepped? Crossed his boundaries? The last you want to do is make him uncomfortable just because you’ve got these stupid feelings for him.
“It does… things to me,” he admits, still not meeting your eyes.
“What- Oh.” You only realise what he’s talking about when you look down. And then you laugh, because the whole situation just feels peculiar.
“Don’t laugh,” Harry poutingly mutters, and you can’t help but embrace him in a hug.
“‘m sorry, Harry.” You smile widely and look into his eyes until he can’t help laughing as well.
“Do you need to have a couple minutes by yourself? I’d offer to help you out but ‘m really tired.” As if to emphasize your point, you yawn and he chuckles once more, but his cheeks are pink and there’s a weird and thick tension.
“A couple minutes would be nice,” he whispers, clearly not comfortable enough to speak loudly. You nod, stepping out of the shower and grabbing two towels, laying one of them on the closed toilet seat for Harry to use when he’s done and wrapping the other one around your wet hair after quickly drying your body.
“See you in a bit.” You give him a little wave and then close the bathroom door behind you.
You make two cups of tea, (his favourite with strawberry) and then you find some chocolate in your fridge and break into smaller pieces in a cute little pink bowl you got from Harry’s mum a couple years ago.
After putting the snacks on your bedside table, you rid yourself of your wet underwear and quickly find a pair a new set and a of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt in your drawer. You throw on the dry clothing and then slip under the duvet, waiting for Harry to come back and help you decide on which movie you want to watch.
He walks in a couple minutes later, curls a wet frazzle and only a towel covering his lower body.
“Where’s that drawer you were talking ‘bout, love?” he asks nonchalantly, voice void of the tension from before.
“Third on your left.” He opens the drawer you described and picks up what appears to be some worn grey sweatpants and a pair of blue boxers, letting his towel fall down and putting on the underwear, leaving you a complete sight of his naked butt.
When he’s clad in both boxers and sweatpants, he turns around and looks at you through the strands of hair that clings to his forehead, “‘s okay if don’t put on a shirt? Not really in the mood.”
Your eyes fixate on the small droplets of water that’s spread across his shoulders. You bite your lip and swallow a lump, your tone low and scratchy when you assure him, “sure, I don’t mind.” You clear your throat, with a stronger voice, “Just dry your hair, don’t want my pillow getting all wet because of your stupid ass.”
He chuckles, picking up his discarded towel. “The only thing in that bed getting wet tonight is your panties, love,” he states and wink.
You pick up an extra pillow and throw at him, causing him to curse at you when he’s thrown off balance for a few seconds.
“That’s a really weird thing to say after you just jerked off in my shower.” He laughs once more and then does as you told him to, quickly drying his hair with the towel before hanging it over the backrest of a chair.
He only needs to take two steps (it’s so unfair how long legs he’s got) before he can crawl into bed beside you, pulling you against him with a tired whine. You get what he wants and moves so you’re placed between his legs, your head laying on his damp chest and ear just below his heart, letting you hear its every beat.
“I can hear your heart beating,” you state. He hums, and you easily feel the vibration of his deep voice. He doesn’t say anything, though, just draws small patterns on your hip beneath your shirt.
You lay there in silence for a while, your eyes closed and enjoying the sound of his breath.
Then he speaks up, voice raspy and deep, sounding sleepy, “Do ya think we have a weird friendship?” Your heart skips a beat and your stomach churns when he mentions the word ‘friendship’. Not because you aren’t proud and happy to be his friend, his best friend, but because you feel guilty that the word also sends little arrows of sadness into your heart.
Before you can answer his question, he elaborates, “Like, we shower together and ya give me a hard on and have no problem with me jerking off in your shower and ya even offer to help me out and then I come in here and cuddle you without a shirt on. ‘S that weird?”
You grab the hand that isn’t caressing your skin and tangle your fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze. You don’t like hearing him so self-conscious and insecure, but you’re well aware he has always cared a little too much about what other people think of him for his own good.
“Not necessarily. Like, yeah, I know that most friends don’t act like us, but that doesn’t mean that our friendship isn’t just as good as theirs. You get me?”
He makes an agreeing noise, but you can tell he’s not entirely convinced. That’s one of the perks of being friends for as long as you and Harry have. Although it does make it nearly impossible to surprise each other with birthday gifts or surprise parties.
“And if I had the choice between all those normal people and friendships, I would still choose you, Harry, you know that. I don’t believe in soulmates or anything, but if I did, I’d say you were mine.” You turn around so you lay on your stomach with your hands on his chest, looking him in the eyes and smiling at him.
He smiles back at you and licks his lips, green orbs glistening in the light of your fairy lights. Then he reaches out and gently cups your face with his palm.
“And you’d be mine,” he promises, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Can I tell ya something?” he then asks, putting a strand of hair that has escaped the towel back in, his fingertips gently touching your forehead.
You nod, “of course, Harry, you know you can tell me everything.”
He takes a deep breath, the rise of his chest making you rise with it as you lay on top of him. It seems like he’s debating whether to say something or not, but you know better than to pressure him. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.
“I think our friendship might be different because it’s more than friendship to me.”
You feel your mouth dry out, not sure if he’s saying what you think he is. You really hope he is, though. “What do you mean?”
“Like, I want to kiss ya in the rain and hear ya laugh about how stupid I am for wearing a suit worth thousands of dollars when the forecast said it’d be raining and I want to get in the shower with ya and not having to keep our underwear on because we’ll just drop ‘em and have sex either way, and I want to sleep over like I always do but not having to explain it to my friends afterwards because there’s nothing weird in us sleeping together since we’re dating,” he rambles, not once pausing to breathe. Then, after a few seconds of silence, he adds, “jus’ want the whole package, yeah?”
He looks expectantly and nervously down at you, biting his lip. His green eyes seem larger than usual, you realize, almost looking like a little kid scared of a horror movie.
“The whole package sounds nice,” you whisper, heart racing in your chest.
His lips break into a hesitant smile, clearly not daring to believe you completely. He must be just as scared of getting hurt or rejected as you are.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, really nice, Harry,” you smile, feeling a warmth spread all through your body.
He presses his lips against yours, almost desperately, and then he parts his lips and kisses you with an open mouth, breathing warmly into your mouth. He tastes like coffee and the piece of chocolate he just ate, and it feels nice and cosy and like you should have done this a long time ago. Honestly, you can’t believe you wasted your whole life not kissing Harry Styles.
Not breaking the kiss, you change your position so you’re sitting on his lap and with your legs on each side of him, leaning down and supporting your body with your hands on the mattress beside him.
“Finally,” he breathes against your mouth, “Been trying to seduce ya for months.”
“Really? How?” Between and after your words, you give him a little peck on his lips. After a whole lifetime of not kissing him, you’re determined not to spend too long without his mouth on yours.
“Like, ten minutes I said your panties were going to get wet tonight and I’m pretty sure I made a remark about ya undressing me when ya were unlocking the door,” he reminds you, and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks.
“Oh yeah, I see it now.”
“Has anyone ever told ya you’re really oblivious?” His voice is teasing but his eyes are loving and there’s no doubt in your mind that this is more right than anything you’ve ever done in your life.
“Just shup and kiss me, Harry Styles,” you demand, leaning down so your nose touches his. And as the good fella he is, he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb and kisses you, tongue exploring your mouth and teeth sinking into your lower lip. You can feel his damp hair against your forehead and the hand that isn’t on your cheek traveling down your back, stopping at your butt and giving it a gently squeeze, causing you to smile against his lips.
Life has never been better.
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[Para] SantanART Contest Duel
Who: Santana, @ellnaturae @shiftingdani
Location: Park of Florence Farr School
Time: 25 February 2019
Summary: Santana gets Free Art from artist Ell and Dani also monster discussions.
Triggers/Notes: Violence, death, corpses, body horror
Santana called Elliott and Dani to hang out next to the park of Florence Farr School of Magical Performing Arts. Because it has Art at the end, wich obviously means it gives strenght to artist to do a better job. It was all well thought. "Well, well, artist. You are here to Battle. With your pencils because the pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is broken and the pen is very pointy. This is..." She makes an illusion of confettig and sounds effect of people cheering and clapping to reveal in floating neon lights. "SantanART CONTEST DUEL: Who is the better artist?" She dissiped the illusion. "So, are you guys ready?"
Dani wasn´t quite sure what exactly they were doing, but she enjoyed the opportunity to get out of her room and away from studying and if that meant she got to spend some time with her friends. What she hadn´t expected, however, was some sort of art duel. "Huh?" Dani couldn´t quite hide the smile on her face as she watched the confetti illusion fall. She was a good artist, but she was definitely a little out of practice. "Okay. But I do have a pretty cool sword," she pointed out with a laugh. "What are we drawing?"
Elliott arrives with his bag full of notebooks and art supplies, if he wasn't wrong Santana wanted him to draw something but he saw Dani was there too and then the confetti. He chuckles "An art competition? Sounds fun" he winks at Dani "What's the prize though?" he teases Santana.
Santana looks at Dani, very interested. "Oh, my my, a sword? Did you studied the blade when everyone was busy being heterosexual?" She joked. "Since when do you have a sword and why I haven't seen it?" Elliott mentioned prizes. "Aw, don't artist want to enjoy art for the art or something like that? What about the pleasure of victory?" She complained. "I have some useful items if you want them, thought. Potions, bear plushies who make you stronger, you know it." She comments. Dani already had 1 point for asking what they should draw instead of the prize. "Anyway. I'll show you an illusion of a woman I saw. I want a realistic portrait of her. I don't have any pictures and I can't share illusions over the internet. I want to find if someone knows her."
Dani put down her bag and pulled out a sketch pad and a couple of pens. "I haven´t had it for very long, St. Pierre gave it to me for apparently not killing anyone with the net gun," she joked and settled down, giving Elliott another smile. She wasn´t going to complain about getting a prize, though Dani really would enjoy spending time with her friends. "Any other special requests? Colored portrait? Charcoal?" It did seem like Santana was definitely up to something, but for now Dani was just going to let it go and focus on the drawing.
Elliott narrows his eyes, even though he isn't really upset, he is serious about what he is going to say "Hey, art is a job like any other, artists should be paid for their work" he says getting his sketchbook out of his bag "but I was joking anyway" he then realizes they are talking about a sword "wait what? really? we are not really fighting are we" he raises his eyebrow looking at Santana.
"Don´t worry. I won´t stab you with a pen." Dani comments with a grin, in case that wasn´t clear.
Elliott blinks and then chuckles "You would be wasting a very nice pen"
Santana says a "Mmmh..." somehow worried. Remembering certain conversations about LN slayers. With the collar on, Dani was basically a common, so, why not, right? "Be careful with what St. Pierre is doing. But, well, enjoy the sword!" Santana also aproved taking advange of whatever if you could. "I want it to be more recognizable than artistic, so, what you think would be better? I guess color would help." Santana also approved asking money for doing things, but not so much when she was the one paying for it. She made an illusion of a woman in front of them. She looked dead. A grotesque, frozen dead woman, with mottled feathers clinging to her. Her eyes are piercing blue, glaring angrily. Her body was transparent, you could see her veins through it. "Can you draw her alive?"
"Yeah...I´m not sure what exactly to make of it, the course I took with him was helpful though and I need a way to defend myself. And you guys," Dani nodded, she didn´t want to go into a detailed conversation now so instead picked out a couple of pens. "Depends on what kind of woman we´re looking at," she picked up a pen and then, for a moment and then waited for the illusion, eyebrows furrowing together. "What the...?" Dani glanced over at Elliott for a moment. "What I wouldn´t give for The Angelator now..." she muttered before looking at the illusion a little more, trying to remember every detail. "You mean...draw her how she´d look as if she was alive? Before she turned into...whatever the hell that is." It wasn´t really a question. Dani outlined the face first before glancing up at Santana. "Where did you see her?"
Elliott listens to Dani's explanation and wonders what St. Pierre is up to, he was glad Dani had something to protect herself anyway, but something about it felt suspicious. He doesn't have time to voice his worry when an illusion of a dead woman appears in front of them, he shares a look with Dani. "Where did you see this woman?" he exclaims too almost at the same time as her. He can't stop looking at the illusion, her piercing blue eyes without any life in them. She vaguely resemblence an immortui but there was something else there. He grabs a normal pen, and a notebook, maybe doing too much would take away from her being recognizable "Are you hoping to find her again?"
Santana laughs at Dani's hilarous joke of her, a normie who couldn't use her magic, protecting someone as fucking strong as her. And Elliott. But specially her. "Oh my, Dani, you're so fucking funny." She keeps laughing for a bit until she notices. "Oh wait, you were serious. Aw, that's adorable." She looked back at her own amazing illusion. "I don't know what the hell an Angelator is." She nods and shakes her head at Elliott asking her if she wants to find her, doubting."I want to know if someone knows her when she was alive. Me and Kittycat saw her at the last field mission. I think she is like the undead monsters we keep encountering. I mean, she is clearly undead, she said it herself." She says, non challant. Illusion still up. "But you know, they are all connected. Probably."
Dani doesn´t even roll her eyes. It´s Santana after all. Instead she laughs, poking her tongue out at the other for a moment. And she doesn´t even explain the Bones reference. Just thinks "Muggles" and looks back at the outline she´s drawn of the woman so far. There´s something...haunting about her eyes. Sometimes that makes her seem alive even though she´s clearly dead. Like she´s ready to stare down into their soul. "The dragon was like...hundreds of years old, maybe she is too?" She then asked, making sure to pay extra attention to the eyes as she keeps drawing before reaching for another pen. "Maybe we´ll find a picture of her in a book..."
Elliott stares at Santana for a while as she laughs, he isn't sure what is so funny, but is sort of contagious and he laughs a bit too. He looks down at the drawing a couple of times, but mostly observes the face of the woman trying to notice whatever detail would be important to represent her as she was. He nods at Dani's suggestion "Maybe that would be a good idea, compare her to old photographs too, look in book, a google search?" he asks making another line to mark where her eyes should be in the face "Are those feathers?" he asks pointing out at the illusion.
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Santana thinks about it. It made sense. Maybe this bitch was super mega old like the dragon. "Do you think those things were like, alive a super long time ago and now they are back? You are right. Maybe she is soooo old no one knows anything." She shrugs. "It's worth a try, thought. I was planning on putting your drawings on the aethernet and around campus to see if anyone knew anything about her." Santana nods and makes an illusion of a white bird with blue eyes. Matching her. "Yeah! She had feathers. And before we saw this fucking ugly bird." It was important to catch up. "It talked, so at first I though it was some kind of trickster. But she was clearly not, ha..." She laughs, bitterly, glancing at her own illusion of the bitch's corpse.
Dani picks up the blue pen to devote some time to the eyes. Something tells her she has to get them right, whether Santana would be using her drawing or not. This is weird. Somehow. But if it´s going to help stopping those monsters that are trying to kill them then she´s happy to help. Or well. Glad. Maybe happy is the wrong word. "That´s a good idea," she then nods. "Even if she´s old...maybe someone´s heard her story. Knows what kind of myth or legend connects to her,"
Elliott nods giving to his drawing some shadow for the shape of the face "Were there any clues about the dragon.. or the others...?" he asks curious, he then realizes what Santana says, she thought the woman was a trickster, that's something he never thought about before, when these creatures attacked, they all defended themselves, he did too, he remembers New Year and the enormous creature. He gets lost in thought, his pen stops. What were these creatures? He never stopped to think about it, he just reacted, and now it was too late for some of them. Who were they? he corrected himself "Do you think maybe we should draw all of them? Try to find out about... you know, we have seen many now" he looks up at Santana.
Santana thinks abou how cool a name is The Myth Killers when Dani speaks. "We found the bird in the cave. It says it was its home. You know, like the dragon had like, his place. It says it lived there a fucking ton of years, but you know, I assumed it was lying lies... the woman said...something about the life she sewed together." Wich agains, all this sewing metaphors connect to the angel thingie of stitching the world together. In the end it was all about knitting. "You can't kill what's already dead... That's what it says. And that's what all the big monsters had in common! We need a cool name for them. I accept suggestions." She illusions some little monsters in front of them. The first Samhain one, the one she didn't see but Blaine showed her an illusion of. The big thing attacking at New Years. Marley with a tittle of "Picture not avaiable. I didn't see it and everyone saw it differently." The dragon. And the undead woman. "Those are what I know of. "
"Who knows just HOW many are out there." Dani agrees with a nod as she picks up the first pen once more, doing some corrections around the eyes before turning her attention to the feathers. "We should form an investigative group and call it "The Knitting Circle", that way nobody will get suspicious about what we´re actually doing." She puts the pen aside and then smudges the edges of the feathers a little with her fingers. When Elliott speaks up however, Dani gives him a nod. "Yeah, maybe that´s a good idea. I´ve already done a drawing of the dragon the day after the whole encounter. I had a feeling it wasn´t over..."
Elliott frowns confused about those words, they seem like riddles, everything always had to be so vague and mysterious, almost like they were part of a bigger story who needed to be solve and someone could be hitting at it breaking the fourth wall, was this joke even worth it. Either way, he keeps thinking about it "But why do we need to be secreti-" he starts asking "oh yeah memory erasure..." he bites his lower lip "Nice" he looks over at Dani's notebook waiting to see her other drawing "Oh, there is another one" he suddenly remembers "Jules told me about it" he says moving the drawing of the woman aside for a second and on the next blank page he made a quick very simple drawing of a flying creature "though I didn't personally saw this one, but it was the one from the news, in new year, a second creature appeared in Time Squares" he shows the drawing to Santana, then he looks at the line up of illusions "Is that the "mom", why is she Marley?" he deduces by elimination "I didn't really see it very well either" he sighs "I mean it was sort of a blob with faces... kind of super fucked up and creepy."
Santana shrugs. "The investigate group can have many names, but I mean the monsters! What should we call them? The undead big monsters? Is just not catchy." She walks a bit to look how the drawings where going, while still maintaining the illusions. "My my, then you are going to try to draw all of them? Half Dani and half Elliott. It would be really useful. I doubt anyone took pictures, trying not to die and all that." So, the dragon was done already. Perfect. She thumbs up at Dani. "Oh no no, fuck secrets. I'm going to tell everyone about it. They can't erase my memory." She saw the flying creature thing. "Oh, true. There were other monsters at New Year. Added." Santana changed Marley to Shelby, and then to the blob. She remembers she is not supposed to super mock Ryder in case he returns she needs that friendship strong. She grins "I though it would be funny!"
"That and...well we already got strikes, if we get another poking our noses into things that aren´t supposed to be for us," Dani shrugs her shoulders. "I mean I don´t mind poking my nose into it, I just don´t want to get caught doing it. Or have my memory erased." She wipes her fingers on her jeans and puts her notebook down for a moment before pulling another one from her bag and handing it to Elliott. "It´s on the first pages. A close up and some full body sketches," she tells him.]
[THEN THEY KEEP DRAWING AND CHATTING BOOM DARK CURTAIN]
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Rainy Days (Part 2)
Summary: Y/N found love in the rain, but a storm is coming and she might not be able to keep it.
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Song: Here with me - Susie Suh/
AN: Due to popular request, I decided to make a second part. This may end up being a multipart series woo. This is soooo angst but it has a super fluffy ending. ’m so sorry. This is so cliche but I kinda love it.
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His lips crash into yours, gentle but demanding. His gloved hands find yours in your dimly lit bedroom. He interlaces your fingers, trapping your hands above your head against the mattress. The sounds of the rain outside and breathy sighs filled the room. He hovers over you, sending shivers down your spine. You moan softly into his mouth, pulling him closer to you and entangling your legs together.
This is how it had been for months. Since the first time you had met him. Every time it rained, he showed up in your life, taking your breath away and making you fall deeper and deeper into him. He was a magnet, drawing you in.
At first, it was innocent. Hours of talking about everything and anything in your bedroom. This led to hours of lingering touches in the moonlight. He was always cautious, never revealing too much. The suit never came off. His mask never came off. Never revealing more than necessary, only pulled up enough to reveal gorgeous pink lips.
You couldn’t help but want more. More than this. More than he was giving you. You knew it was unfair. You knew it was selfish. It was dangerous. But you hated waiting for the rain.
Weeks passed. Months passed. You missed him when he was away. You worried about him when you saw him on the news. You dreamed of his presence next to you every night, but woke up holding nothing but cool night air. He stole your thoughts every passing moment of the day.
You selfishly wanted all of him, all of his heart. It was not fair that he got to see all of you, while keeping you at a distance.
A gloved hand reached out to caress your cheek, pushing your hair back gently, softly bringing you out of your thoughts. What you would give to have it be his skin, his real hand.
He pulled away slowly, gasping for air softly. You could have stayed in that moment forever, but you knew what was coming.
“What time is it?” he asked, looking over to your vanity. Your alarm clock showed the time in glaring red digits.
4:03 AM
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath. In a split moment, he had pulled away, pulling his mask over his mouth once again. You followed suit, sitting up gently. Your mind was still fuzzy from his lingering embrace. He checked his phone, scrolling through the blue messages silently. Your mind was finally coming back to reality.
“Please, don’t go,” you begged. Your voice nearly gave out. This was uncharted territory. He had always left and you had always let him, watching him go with an ache in your chest. You couldn’t do it anymore.
“Y/N..” he started, but you interrupted him.
“Stay,” you said, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“I can’t,” he said with a heavy breath. “Y/N, you can’t ask me that. It’s not fair.”
He was clearly fighting a battle in his head. You suddenly couldn’t take it anymore. Your heart was aching too much for you to bear.
“I’m being unfair?” you asked incredulously. Your mind was racing.
The mechanical suit eyes met yours, staring you down. Your blood was boiling in your veins. You were trying with all your might to let go of the anger pooling in your stomach, but you couldn’t. You snapped.
“No.” you said forcefully, “No! You don’t get to say I’m being unfair. You know what’s unfair? The fact that I’m left waiting here for you until the rain comes. The fact that you know everything about me and I only get to see a part of your life. The fact that I’m in love with someone I can never have.”
You immediately gasped, realizing what you just said. These feelings had been your secret for months. You turned around sharply, staring at the window. The raindrops were gently running down the glass, looking like tears falling from heaven.
You heard him breathe out deeply, coming closer to you.
“You can’t be in love with me,” he stated, his voice wavering slightly. Your body threatened to let loose tears as they pooled in your eyes.
“Well, I am,” you replied, still not looking at him.
“It’s not safe,” he pleaded with you. You finally looked up to see him standing above you.
“I don’t care,” you truthfully told him. As much as it hurt, it felt so good to finally let these feelings out. Your relationship with Spider-man had been a secret for months. You had no one to talk to, no one to vent these feelings to.
“But I care, Y/N!” he confessed. “If you got hurt, I could never ever forgive myself. Don’t you get that?”
Your voices were both raising, but neither of you cared. You needed this, you needed to let him know what you felt.
“I won’t get hurt. We will be careful--” you start, reaching to take his hands. He pulls his hands away from yours.
“You can’t promise me that. I’ve lost people before, Y/N! I can’t-- I won’t do that again,” he ranted. You could hear the emotion in his voice as he fought to not lose control.
“You can’t control who you lose, only who you love,” you stated softly. You reach for his hands once more. This time, he lets you take them. Your thumbs rub reassuring circles on the backs of his gloved hands. He lets out a shaky breath.
“Let me in,” you speak softly. You’re afraid he will turn away again. You’re afraid he will leave.
“Please,” you plead. You are begging at this point, but you can’t worry about your pride. You are so close to everything you have ever wanted.
“Peter,” he says softly. You don’t understand.
“What?” you say with a confused smile. He squeezes your hand softly, before speaking again.
“My name is Peter,” he gives in to you completely. “Peter Parker. I live in Queens with my Aunt May. I’m a sophomore in college just like you. I got these powers by being bitten by a radioactive spider. I’m love Chemistry and Physics. I’m on an Academic Decathalon Team. I work for Tony Stark. I’m an Avenger. I’m Spider-man. And above all else, I am in love with Y/N Y/L/N.”
Your eyes pool with tears. Finally. This was everything you had been waiting to hear for months.
Peter’s hand reaches up to the mask. He softly pulls it over his head, revealing himself to you for the first time. He is beautiful, a soft mess with brunette curls and rosy cheeks. His brown eyes search your face, looking lovingly into your eyes.
Your hand reaches up to his face, gently tracing his jawline and cheekbones. You cannot believe the beautiful man before you. Your hand makes its way to his hair, relishing in how soft the curls are. You gently pull on the strands, causing him to hum in approval.
“Nice to meet you, Peter Parker,” you said with a laugh. He smiled at you devilishly. He pulled you close, closing the gap between your lips.
“Peter,” you moaned softly against his lips. You could feel him shiver beneath you. He gently pulled you by the arm towards your bed, his lips never disconnecting from yours. You giggle into the kiss, as he picks you up effortlessly and lays you down on the bed.
“Time for sleep,” he says with a yawn. He presses the spider emblem in the center of his chest, and the suit falls to the floor. It is safe to say that you had never seen such a beautiful person in your life. Your eyes raked over his body, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he moved. When your gaze finally reached his face, you realized he was smirking.
You roll your eyes at being caught ogling his body. “Shut up,” you say with a laugh. He plops down onto the bed beside you, pulling the covers over both of you. He takes you into his arms. You had never felt so at home.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispers into your ear, loving the way he could hear your heartbeat through your thin shirt.
You could not believe the turn of events that had transpired that night.
You loved the rain, and you loved Peter Parker.
You could not wipe the smile off your face as you replied, “Goodnight, Peter.”
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