#wow.... wow!!!! look at the snow sparkling!!!! wow!
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.
“Hey, baby. Look at this!”
Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.
“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”
Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.
“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”
“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.
The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).
“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”
You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!
“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.
You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.
Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”
He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.
Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.
Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.
“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”
Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.
“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.
“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.
You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.
Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.
“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.
But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.
“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.
“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”
��Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”
Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks. His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.
Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.
“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”
“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”
“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”
“I wasn’t–”
“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”
Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”
“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”
“What? No–”
“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”
You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”
You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.
“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.
“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”
“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”
“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”
“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.
“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”
You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.
“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.
“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”
“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.
“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.
“What?”
“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”
“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”
You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”
“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”
You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?
You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”
Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”
You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”
“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”
You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–
“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”
Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.
“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.
Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”
“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.
“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”
“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.
“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.
Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”
“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.
“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”
You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”
Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”
“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.
He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.
You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.
“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.
“Yeah.” You agree softly.
“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”
Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”
Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”
You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).
Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”
You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.
The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”
You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.
Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.
Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.
“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”
“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”
“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”
Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.
“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”
He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.
“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.
“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.
“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”
“I’m not!”
“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.
“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.
“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”
His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.
“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”
You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”
He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.
You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”
“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.
“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”
“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–
“Mind if we join you guys?”
Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.
You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.
“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.
“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.
Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.
“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”
Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.
Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.
“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”
“So?”
“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”
Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!
Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”
You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.
“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.
“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.
Ransom frowns, “You okay?”
“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.
“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.
Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.
“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”
“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”
“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”
He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.
“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”
“Y-Yes, daddy.”
THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE
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under the mistletoe [ n. hischier ]
day one of malia’s christmas fic marathon
pairing : Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary : Nico needs a date for the Devils Christmas party so he turns to his best friend and asks if she doesn't mind being his fake date to the party
warning(s) : none. just enjoy the fluff :)
author’s note : day one is here. 11 more days to go. y’all are gonna be experiencing all kinds of up and downs during this fic marathon, but i hope y’all have a lot of fun
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The texts come through while she's already getting dressed for one of her other friend's party.
neeks 𓆩♡𓆪 - 6:01 pm
i need to ask you for a huge
favor. can you be my date for
the devs christmas party tn ?
it starts at 7:30 and pally is
hosting this year
i'll pick you up in like 45 mins
and drive us both over. there
will be lots of free food and
drinks. can you please come
with me ?
The only reason she agrees to go is because she's getting ready for a Christmas party. She has her makeup done and she can definitely get her hair done in less than forty-five minutes. Nico is always early for things so she expects him to show up a few minutes early to pick her up.
She has on a short dark red dress with spaghetti strap sleeves. It falls just past her ass and hugs her body. It has a dark sparkle to it when it hits the light. She pairs the dress with matching heels.
A loud knock rings through her small apartment as she's tying her slicked back hair into a tight ponytail. As soon as she's done, she runs to the front door in her heels.
On the other side stands Nico in one of his game day suits. He has on a red tie instead of a black one. His hair is gelled back and he's clean shaven. His big brown eyes take her in as soon as the door opens.
"Wow, look at you, Hischier," she teases as she leans against the doorway. She also just really needed to say something because she could feel her cheeks getting hot the longer Nico stared at her. "You clean up nicely."
Nico lets out a light laugh. "This is nothing," he replies. "I wear a suit like this pretty much every day."
She grabs her dark red jacket from the hook by the door. "I was talking about this," she comments as she pats Nico's smooth cheek. "Anyway, is the party at Pally's place or did he rent something out like Jack did last year?"
"In Jack's defense, he had a pretty small apartment," Nico tells her as they take the elevator down to the first floor. "He didn't have Luke living with him yet so he had to rent something out. But yes, it is in Pally's house this year. I heard he went all out with decorations and catering."
He holds the door to the building open so (Y/N) can click through it in her heels. Nico is right behind her. "Cool," she replies. "I've never been to Ondrej's house. His wife and little girl are so sweet though."
They're settled in Nico's car when he looks over. "Um, so I just wanted you to know that I may have told the team in a heat-of-the-moment thing that I was going to be bringing my girlfriend to the party," he admits to her.
(Y/N)'s eyes widen when she realizes what it means. "Are you telling me that you need me to fake being your girlfriend tonight?" she asks.
"I told you it was a huge favor," Nico reminds her. "Please say that you will do it. I don't want to be seen by my team as a liar so I need you to be my girlfriend for tonight only. If it's a lot then you don't have to but I would really-"
"Okay," she interrupts. "Tonight only. I want the full girlfriend experience though. No half-assing it, got it? I want hand holding and arms around my shoulders while we're sitting together."
If she is going to be Nico's pretend girlfriend for the night, she wants to go all out. Not to mention that if this is going to be the only time she will be Nico's girlfriend then she wants the whole thing.
The whole damn thing.
"Got it," he replies. "Anything else?"
"Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment."
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The Palat house is stunning. The snow that has fallen over the last few days makes it even more gorgeous. The outdoor decorations brighten up the building.
Cars are already parked up and down the street even though it’s still a little early. Nico helps (Y/N) out of his car when they park so she doesn’t slip on the ice that’s on the sidewalk. He offers her his arm and she happily hooks hers with his.
“I’m happy you agreed to come with me,” Nico says to her as they walk up the shoveled pavement to the front door. “I know I kind of tricked you into coming with me as my girlfriend but I get to hang out with my best friend all night so it’s a win-win for both of us.”
Best friend. The ultimate friendzone.
It’s a win-win for Nico. All she gets out of it is free food and a glimpse at what it would be like to be in an actual relationship with Nico.
“Yeah.” She puts a smile on her face despite how she feels and Nico rings the doorbell. (Y/N) lets out a quiet sigh as the door swings open.
Ondrej stands on the other side when the door swings open. “Welcome, guys,” he says. “Everyone is getting a drink and talking in the living room until dinner is ready. Come on in.”
Nico greets his teammate with a clap on the back and (Y/N) gives him a hug and a “it’s nice to see you again” before the two of them head into the living room. Palat takes her jacket before they go see the rest of the boys in the living room. Nico has his hand in hers as they turn the corner into the room.
Every single pair of eyes in that room is on (Y/N) and Nico. The guys that brought someone with them sit or stand with them at their side. Nearly everyone has a drink in their hand.
“When were you going to tell us that (Y/N) was your girlfriend, Nico?” Jack asks from the couch. “When we make playoffs and she got a jacket?”
Nico smiles and shakes his head. “I was going to tell you all eventually,” he tells his team. “We’ve just been enjoying the new change in our relationship. Right, liebling?”
In the years that she’s known him, she hears some of the names he’s called his girlfriends. She’s even looked some of them up because she didnt know what they meant.
The fact that Nico just called her one of his German nicknames sends a chill up her spine.
She shivers a bit and takes a step closer to Nico. “Yes,” she eventually agrees when she recovers enough to form words. “We’ve been enjoying our little bubble. We weren’t ready for it to burst but when Nico said that his teammates wanted to be introduced, I couldn’t say no.”
(Y/N) looks up at him with a smile on her face and wraps her arm around his. Nico looks down at her and mirrors her smile.
“I think it’s about time,” Jesper says from the other side of the room. “I mean, the way he talks about you in the locker room sometimes, (Y/N). I was hoping the two of you were together.”
That’s news to her. “Oh, what do you say about me in the locker room?” she asks sweetly to Nico. “I hope it is all appropriate.”
Some of the guys snicker, which results in their own date swatting them on the shoulder.
Nico’s face turns light red. “Just about how much I like being with you,” a flustered Nico replies. “I say that I can’t wait to see you when I know that we have plans. I tell them how happy I am when I know you’re up in the suite at home games. The usual stuff, you know?”
His words surprise her, especially because they aren’t actually together. He’s been making it sound like they are together.
It throws her off a little but she decides to play along.
“I say the same thing to my friends,” she lies. “About how excited I am to watch him play or when I know we are going out after. I especially tell them about how hot I think he is with that ‘C’ on his chest. I mean I have to cool off a little when I think about it sometimes.”
There are a few whistles around the room and (Y/N) stares up at Nico with a sly smile on her face.
It isn’t a lie. Nico might be her best friend but she has wished for years that he would see her as more than his best friend. She talks about how hot he is to her other friends all the time. Especially when he’s on the ice.
“You’re both so disgustingly in love,” Jack comments. “The way you look at each other makes me sick.”
They must be better actors than they thought.
Well, at least Nico must be because (Y/N) doesn’t know how much acting she’s actually doing right now.”
Dinner is ready shortly after. Everyone gathers around the table as best they can with the room they have. She is sitting so close to Nico that she’s basically on his lap. Not that she would mind that but Nico would.
Chicken is served as the main course. Rolls, salad, and pasta are served on the side. (Y/N) devours all of it because it’s so good.
Haula’s wife, Kristen, sits next to (Y/N). She asks, “So how long have you and Nico been together?”
“Just a few weeks,” she replies as soon as she swallows her bite of salad. “It hasn’t been too long.”
“The honeymoon phase is the best part,” Kristen tells her. “Sometimes I think Erik and I are still in ours. It truly is the best time in any relationship. Enjoy it.”
She looks over at Nico, who is laughing at something Jonas said next to him. “I’m trying,” she replies.
After dinner and dessert, a couple of the guys leave. They thank Palat for hosting before heading out the door.
(Y/N) finds herself on the couch beside Nico with a glass of red wine in her hand. Nico has had a few beers tonight so either she’s driving home since she’s only had one glass of wine or they’re calling an Uber. She can tell that Nico isn’t all here right now.
He has an arm draped around her shoulders while he talks to Akira, Timo, Tyler, and Jack above something hockey related. It’s always hockey related with this group.
She quietly sips her wine while the five of them talk about their next game against Detroit.
It’s weird but when she looks around the room, she doesn’t feel out of place. She’s already friends with a bunch of the guys’ wives and girlfriends. She’s babysat some of their kids during or after games. She knows all the guys on the team.
The only thing that’s weird is that she isn’t actually his girlfriend. It sucks because she’s been in love with him for well over a year and he has no idea or hasn’t shown any interest in being with her.
“Uh oh,” Jack suddenly says. “Look up Nico.”
When Nico looks up, so does (Y/N). Jesper and Palat stand behind them. Jesper is holding a piece of fake mistletoe.
“Oh shit,” Dawson laughs. “Get it, cap.”
A few of the remaining guys laugh.
Nico looks over at (Y/N) and raises his eyebrows in question. “Should we give it to them?” he asks while chants of “kiss her” break out around the room.
Not unless you think something is right to do at that moment. That’s what she said when she agreed to come as Nico’s fake girlfriend.
This is that moment.
Without even answering the question, (Y/N) leans over into Nico and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. She can taste the beer he’s been drinking throughout the night from that quick kiss.
His eyes are wide when she sits back a little bit, but he it doesn’t look like he hated it.
Actually, Nico leans into her and presses a longer kiss to her lips. Her hand flies to the back of his neck and one of his hands falls to her thigh right under where her dress ends.
Without realizing she’s doing it, (Y/N)’s fingers are playing with the ends of his hair. She thought he needed a haircut recently but now she doesn’t mind his longer hair.
Nico is the first one to break the kiss. He pulls back slowly and meets her eyes. His lips are red and slightly kiss-bruised. Her heart races in her chest.
She’s afraid that something has truly shifted between them, then Nico whispers, “Wow.” All her fears melt away and she smiles at him.
“We didn’t need all that,” Timo teases.
“I feel like I’m intruding on something,” Erik says.
Suddenly, Nico stands up and pulls (Y/N) up with him. “I think we’re going to head out,” he tells everyone. “I will see you all at practice tomorrow morning. Have a good night.”
Before she can protest, (Y/N) is being herded toward the Nico. Nico quickly helps her put her jacket on before they walk out into the cold air. It’s started to snow again as they leave the house.
The door shuts behind them and (Y/N) finally asks, “Why are we leaving?”
“Because,” Nico stammers. “Because-” He’s cut off when she slips on some ice. He quickly grabs her at the waist and holds her up so she doesn’t fall. Her entire body is pressed against him. “Because I was a little mad that our first kiss happened under some mistletoe.”
She raises her eyebrows. “Our first kiss?” she asks. “I don’t understand. I thought that was going to be our only kiss.”
Nico’s hands slide under her jacket and grip her waist. His nose grazes hers as he asks, “What if I don’t want to only have one kiss with you?”
Her heart jumps in her chest and she prays that Nico didn’t feel it. “I don’t want that to be our only kiss,” she softly tells him. “I’ve been waiting forever to kiss you, Nico. I don’t want that to be the only time I kiss you.”
He takes her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “Then kiss me like you mean it this time, liebling.” Nico’s voice is a whisper when he talks.
(Y/N) doesn’t hesitate. She gets higher on her toes and presses a hard and deep kiss to his lips.
It might be freezing and snowing, but all she can feel is the warmth against her lips and her body. She never wants to let go now that she’s had a taste.
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The Yule Ball, pt. 1
Severus Snape x professor!reader
omg wow two posts in one day? who am i?
i also wanted to post this because i asked about it a while ago lmao, but i'm going to split it into two parts and finish the end of the second part tomorrow after work, it's mostly done, i just need to tidy it up hehe. this isn't very long, however, in part two, it gets good of course. pls don't hate me :( </3
i hope you are all doing well!! :)
warnings: slight harassment? ew, karkaroff
The atmosphere in the Great Hall was sparkling and lively as loud laughter and chatter filled the wintry and festively decorated room. Several large round tables were dotted around the sides of it, laden with beautiful white centrepieces and matching silver cutlery and glittering glassware. Long, blue-grey curtains adorned with artifical snow hung from the walls between the majestic and mythical stone statues, as if imitating frozen waterfalls. A warm and fuzzy feeling settled in your body as you glanced around the gorgeously decorated Hall, a small smile finding your cherry-red painted lips.
You sat alone at a table in a silky, backless, long-sleeved dress with only a goblet of wine for company as you watched students and teachers alike dance joyously on the floor to a melodious tune. You had to bite back an amused grin as your eyes caught sight of Hagrid's hand slipping down to Madame Maxine's rear. She quickly swatted it away, and you couldn't help but chuckle quietly to yourself. Ever since the international schools arrived at Hogwarts, Hagrid seemed to be smitten with the enormous witch, and you could see why. Madame Maxine was stunning and classy; always dressed in the finest attire you could ever imagine - and of course, always carried herself with elegance. You envied her slightly as you watched the pair sway sweetly together.
Speaking of the international schools, a certain Headmaster had taken a liking to you during their stay and Hogwarts, and it didn't please you at all. In fact, it made you rather uncomfortable. Well, he made you uncomfortable. You shivered slightly at the thought of Igor Karkaroff and lifted your goblet of wine to your lips, downing the rest of it carelessly. You'd been avoiding him all night, and you hoped you wouldn't have to speak to him for the rest of it.
As you placed the goblet back down, you glanced around, catching sight of Minerva stood to the right of Dumbledore and Snape who were currently observing the dancing students. Though you were looking at the older witch, your eyes were magnetically pulled to the wizard dressed in all black - surprisingly without his signature cloak.
Professor Snape.
You'd spoken to him a few times, but not many - he wasn't the most welcoming man you'd met. In fact, he was rather cold and short with you, which wasn't too unsurprising since he'd taught you back in the day when you attended Hogwarts as a student. So, you knew exactly what he was like. In those days, despite his harsh and cruel attitude towards you and your classmates, you developed a silly little crush on him. You weren't exactly sure why - perhaps it was the mysterious aura that he possessed, or his deep, sultry and silky voice he spoke with, or maybe it was just the plain simple fact that he was... attractive to you. Gods, your classmates would have disowned you, had you admitted such a thing.
Regardless of your history here, being the youngest professor here was a little intimidating to say the least, and the need to prove yourself was overwhelming. At times, you felt as if you didn't deserve your post as the professor of Astronomy - how could a twenty-something-year-old be qualified enough to teach students less than ten years their junior? Doubting yourself was bound to happen, especially in the presence of such talented, wise wizards like Dumbledore, Flitwick and McGonagall - Flitwick was a duelling champion, for goodness sake. And what were you? Merely infatuated with the nightsky and everything that possibly dwells beyond it? Merlin.
A deflated sigh swiftly fell from your lips as you quickly stood up from your seat, beginning to reluctantly head over in the direction of your fellow colleagues. It's not like you didn't want to stand with them, you just felt awfully out of place, and you didn't want to look weird by sitting all by your lonesome all night. Being the new person at the new job was never fun.
As you neared them, your eyes were drawn to the gloomy Potions Master again. As if he could sense someone watching him, his deep black eyes flicked to you, and you quickly glanced away with burning cheeks, walking forwards to stop beside Minerva. Maybe your crush never went away, and you winced slightly at the thought.
Turning to Minerva, she looked at you with happy eyes, a smile gracing her lips. "Y/N," Minerva beamed, her shoulders relaxing in a cheerful manner, "we'd wondered where you'd disappeared off to."
You hummed happily at her words, your stiff body relaxing slightly. McGonagall had been your favourite professor when you'd studied at Hogwarts, even though you didn't exactly excel in her class of Transfiguration. She never berated you for your lack of skill in the subject and that was probably what solidified your preference.
You looked at the witch beside you, though a silhouette of a prominent nose and a mop of black hair clouded your vision. "Just needed a sit down, really." You replied with a soft voice, smiling as you linked your fingers together in front of your waist. "Also, I fancied some more wine, it's rather moreish." Minerva and Dumbledore chuckled at your light-hearted joke, but Snape did not. You swallowed awkwardly.
"Perhaps it isn't wise to be drinking in the presence of students, Professor L/N." Snape drawled in a demeaning tone from beside Dumbledore, side-eyeing you.
"What makes you think I'm going to get drunk?" You frowned, his subtle dig at you twisting your insides. Crush or not, he was getting under your skin.
Snape snorted slightly, "A history of misbehaviour at Hogwarts doesn't bode well." He said, turning his head to face you. You fought the itching urge to roll your eyes at his words, remembering that one time you had pranked his class.
"That was one time, Snape." You sighed, fighting hard not to groan. Apparently, he wasn't going to let this go. "And it was years ago now."
"I wouldn't want to take any chances." He sneered at you, and your stomach twisted horribly. Did he really despise you that much? It hurt to say the least, you thought he would've put that in the past and moved on, but apparently grudges are the next best thing.
"Right." You huffed quietly, and Minerva cast an awkward glance to Dumbledore who also looked rather uncomfortable. Yes, this was a terrible idea coming to stand with your colleagues. A fucking terrible idea. Snape always had to make you look childish. Suddenly, you pathetically wished that Karkaroff would suddenly appear and bother you so you wouldn't have to deal with this awful interaction. Anything would be better than this right now.
As if on cue, someone called your name. "Would you excuse me?" You sighed, casting an apologetic smile towards Dumbledore and McGonagall, purposefully ignoring Snape. Dumbledore also excused himself, leaving only the Heads of Slythering and Gryffindor together.
As you and Dumbledore walked off, Minerva turned to Snape with scornful eyes. "You shouldn't be so harsh on her, Severus," she huffed, "she's not a child anymore. Y/N is an adult, capable of making adult decisions. There's no need for such hostility."
Snape didn't reply, he only sighed heavily at Minerva's comment, prompting the older witch to roll her eyes at his petty behaviour. Though, underneath his cold and dismissive attitude towards you, there was something else. Something he did not want to unfold, nor understand. It wasn't a familiar feeling, and that was what worried him. And so, each time you spoke to him or looked at him, he had chosen to push that feeling away by being malicious to you. Snape wasn't fond of it, and he did resent himself slightly by acting so horribly towards you. Something inside of him tugged at his heart each time your face fell due to his sharp words, or the way he'd glare at you whenever you looked at him. It was the only thing he knew. Snape wasn't familiar with nor welcoming to feelings other than hatred or disdain.
The Potions Master cast his eyes over the crowds of students, absent-mindedly looking for your small figure. It's not like he wanted to check on you, he just wanted to see who had called for you, out of... curiosity. And there you were, chatting with the Weasley twins. Snape couldn't remember your exact age, but he was sure you were mid-twenties, perhaps early-twenties. Your youthful face and essence said so. As he observed you, his chest burned unusually as you laughed at something the twins had said, and it burned even hotter when he saw them hand you something. What were they doing?
"It's just a little something," Fred grinned goofily in his tuxedo as you held a small, neatly-wrapped box in your hands. It was a pale red, with a shining green bow. You looked up at them and smiled gratefully.
"Yeah, we just wanted to say thanks for being a brilliant teacher," George added after his brother, making you grin amused. The two of them always made you laugh in your classes, it was like they were the same person from how well they bounced off of each other.
"Oh, thank you, boys," you grinned, a little shocked at their kindness, "you didn't need to get me anything." Both Fred and George grinned together, their fluffy ginger hair bouncing a tad as they glanced at each other.
"You're our favourite, you know," George said, and Fred nodded with him, beaming. You chuckled at their silly smiles.
"Yeah, you're a thousand times better than any of the other professors," Fred agreed cheerfully, folding his arms against his chest.
"Especially Snape-" George interjected. Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his name.
"Yeah, he's a right old miserable git, he is." Fred grumbled, nodding behind you. "He's staring right at us, too." Your stomach dropped the second Fred said those words, and you quickly whipped your head around, your eyes meeting with Snape's own fierce ones. As quickly as you looked at him, you turned back around, your face becoming hot and pink.
"Are you blushing, professor?" George grinned wickedly, glancing at his brother who also shared that same expression.
"No!" You answered quickly, gasping.
"Don't tell me you like that horrible arse," Fred laughed, his eyebrows shooting upwards.
"I wouldn't have expected you to fancy a Slytherin like him." George frowned, his nose turning up in slight disgust. "I mean, he hates everything and everyone, why would you-"
"I never even said I liked him! You two just assumed so!" You scoffed, folding your arms against your chest. The twins laughed at your reaction, glancing at each other. "Anyway, boys, thank you for the gift, but this conversation is over." Another hefty sigh fell from your lips as you looked between the two of them, smiling politely.
"Professor L/N," A raspy, deep voice came from behind you, and instantly, your blood went cold. You knew that thick accent very well. Fred and George Weasley looked like they were on the verge of busting out laughing. They knew of your dislike for the Durmstrang Headmaster, and you were sure that the majority of the school knew of his weird, little thing for you.
"Headmaster Karkaroff." You turned around hesitantly, fighting back a scream of utter frustration. He looked a little more groomed than usual - his messy, dark brown hair with specks of gray in it was brushed through, and his long goatee had been neatly manipulated into a sharp point. You were also surprised to see him dressed in such expensive looking clothing. The dress coat he sported was a creamy-beige, adorned with a shining black leather belt around his middle, accentuating his lanky figure.
"You look like you need a dance," The corners of his lips turned upwards into a mischievous smirk, and an uncomfortable shiver ran down your spine. "May I help with that?" Karkaroff held out his hand, and your eyes shot down towards it.
"Erm," you stuttered, "well-" You couldn't find the words at all, and it wasn't helping that you could hear the twins behind you snickering to themselves. Before you could even answer, Karkaroff had his hand grasping yours and tugging you to the dancefloor. You stumbled slightly at how fast he had pulled you, and with your other hand, you reached down to grab your skirt to hike it up so you wouldn't trip over.
As the pair of you reached the floor after winding through hoards of dancing students, Karkaroff spun you around a little too quickly, and you ungracefully fell into his chest with a squeak. "Sorry," you mumbled, using a hand to push yourself away from him, "I wasn't really expecting you to do... that."
"You know," Igor chuckled, ignoring your previous comments, "I've been waiting for this moment ever since I arrived here at Hogwarts." He admitted with a wicked smirk, allowing his rough, bony fingers to slide down your bare back, gripping you a little too tightly for your liking.
"...To dance?" You frowned, using your free hand to fidget with his hand that laid flat against your bare back, silently telling him to ease off a little. "Don't be silly." You chuckled awkwardly, casting a glance over to where you had previously stood with the other teachers as you and Karkaroff swayed. Only Snape remained, and your face grew as hot as a firepit as you noticed his eyes were already stuck on you. His face was the usual unhappy, scornful, sour frown.
"Oh, but I am not being silly, little bird." Igor murmured, pushing his face closer to yours. Instinctively, you pulled your head away from his, scrunching your nose up at the awful pet name.
"Little bird?" You repeated, almost choking the words out. You squirmed within his uncomfy grip, casting another glance to Snape, hoping that he'd have just an ounce of human decency to realise that you were asking for help. Surely, he wouldn't be that much of an arsehole to ignore the sign of a colleague in trouble.
"Yes," Igor smiled, making your skin crawl. "You remind me of a little bird - tiny, beautiful..." Your eyes widened at his words, and again, you glanced to where you had seen Snape. Your heart dropped like a rock as you noticed the empty space where he had previously stood. You knew he was a dick, but not so much of a dick to let you get taken hostage by a man you hardly knew - and didn't want to know. "So beautiful... why don't we ditch this party and head back to my quarters? I could show you around." Karkaroff muttered and pulled you even closer, grinning lecherously as he brushed his nose against the crook of your neck. Your breath hitched - but not in a good way.
"Igor..." Your voice was shaky, yet low, indicating that you weren't comfortable at all.
"How about we go somewhere more private?" Karkaroff's hands tightened even more as they slipped down to your hips, pulling your body flush against his. A quiet gasp left your lips as you pressed your palms flat against his chest, attempting to push him off of you. Your eyes flicked to where Snape once stood again, but he was no-where to be seen.
"Something caught your eye, pilentse?" Karkaroff hummed lowly, his eyes narrowing, evidently upset that your attention is busied with something or someone else.
"No." You quickly replied - almost too quickly. "I just need a refreshment, do you mind?" You forced yourself to glance up at Karkaroff's intense, wrinkled eyes.
"Oh, no, that can wait. I've waited almost the whole night for this moment..." Igor grumbled with a sneer as his grip on you became deeper and a little tighter, as if to say you weren't leaving until he deemed it so. That was until you saw that same sneer fall from his face, replaced with what looked like fear. Instantly, your brows furrowed together into a confused frown as you noticed his eyes dart from yours to something behind you, and so you turned around, curious to see why Karkaroff looked like he was about to flee.
"Karkaroff." Snape's deep, almost threatening voice reached your ears, and immediately, your mouth went dry as your heart leaped up into it. So... he did notice you? A rush of relief filled your body and your shoulders relaxed a tad. Snape glanced down at you, his thick mop of black hair framing his pale face. The blue-white light from above highlighted his prominent, handsome features perfectly, and you felt a sense of warmth prickle your skin, pooling in your stomach. You looked away, certain that if you kept staring, he'd assume you were weird or something along those lines.
Igor swallowed thickly, his bony fingers digging into the skin of your back in fear. You winced slightly at the sharp prod, catching Snape's attention. His eyes darted down to where Karkaroff had an iron-grip on you, and his lip twitched into the beginning of a sneer as he looked back to Igor's worried eyes. "Snape," The Durmstrang Headmaster greeted the gloomy Potions Master, clearly a little afraid of him. Apparently everyone was fearful of Snape, except for a select few, you realised. "What can I help you with?" Karkaroff's thick accent had slipped slightly, his voice wavering. You had to stifle a laugh at that - how was a man like Igor Karkaroff afraid of Snape? There was definitely something that you were missing here.
"Professor L/N," Snape ignored Karkaroff and shifted his bored expression to you, though you didn't miss the venomous look that he'd shot at the Bulgarian. You were still in disbelief that Snape had answered your silent cries for help, let alone actually come to save you from Karkaroff's slimy grasp. "I believe we have some important matters to tend to." Snape said matter-of-factly, arching a brow at you expectantly.
"Wait, what?-" You choked out with wide eyes. You'd been staring a little too hard at Snape, and so you stumbled over your words, unprepared. "Oh, right, yeah- the, erm, the... valerian root." You finished, turning a bright shade of red as Snape's brows furrowed at you in a judgemental fashion, as if to say 'seriously?'.
"Yes," Snape drawled, dragging his disappointed eyes from you to Karkaroff. You huffed quietly, embarrassed. "The valerian root." The Potion Master repeated, shooting you a glare. He held out his hand for you to take, and you reached out to grasp a hold of it, when you were suddenly tugged backwards by Karkaroff. Snape's narrowed eyes darted to the Headmaster's hand wrapped securely around your waist, his nostrils flaring in slight anger. This old, despicable man had no business holding a young witch like you in such a manner.
"That can wait, surely?" Karkaroff said, his voice low as he tucked you closer to his side. You shot a desperate glance to Snape, begging him to help you again. A frustrated breath shot out of his nostrils.
"Tragically, no." Snape quipped sarcastically, his dark eyes piercing a burning hole through Karkaroff. Snape looked furious - his body was rigid. He hadn't moved a muscle apart from his eyes to look at either you or Igor. "Professor?" He glanced to you, stretching his hand to you once more, and you took it happily, allowing him to pull you out of Karkaroff's slimy hands and to his safe side. Your cheeks flushed pink at the closeness between you two, and you kept your eyes on the ground as Snape shifted his hand to sit on the small of your back, guiding you away from Karkaroff.
Part 2! (wip)
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there is part 1, i hope you enjoyed it, and i hope it was sort of what you expected! i can't remember what i said i was going to do but this is what i came up with hehe. i'm always a sucker for jealousy.
let me know if you liked it/what you thought, i do apologise that it was kinda short, but it'll be finished tomorrow! <3
i hope you're all well! :)
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Snake Secrets
Summary: Tom finds out about your secret pet. And you find out one of his many secrets, as well
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Behold, a fanfiction literally nobody was expecting! Expect more, because boy do I have Tom brainrot!
It was an awfully cold day in Hogwarts. The landscape was as white as Headmaster Dippet's hair. In other words, it was the perfect time to cuddle up by the fire with your pair of warmest socks. Oh, and of course a cup of hot cocoa.
The green flames waved in the nonexistent wind as you sat down intently with a book you borrowed from the restricted section. A book that was entirely in runes and required a complete translation.
It was when you stood up to head to your room that you noticed something was terribly wrong.
There was something absent from your robes.
The grass snake you had taken in as your pet, was missing.
The reptile was rescued by you a couple of weeks ago after you found it in the snow. The poor thing wasn't even in torpor and was clearly not doing well. But you being the kind person you are (and being Slytherin giving you a soft spot for snakes) you brought it inside and helped it get a few mice in its tummy.
So far the snake has seemed to be rather taken with you as he simply chills out with you and has never shown you any hostility. You have taken to calling it Theo.
Because of today's extra chill, you decided to help Theo warm up by sitting next to the fire while snuggled up in your robes. But the serpent is nowhere to be seen.
Now, this is bad for many reasons. For one, it is terribly cold out for a snake. Secondly, you're fairly certain snakes aren't allowed as pets and the poor thing will probably be killed. And thirdly, you know Parkinson's cat is strutting around somewhere and you know she would just love a fresh kill.
You rush off in a frenzy all around the Slytherin dorms. Is he by the fireplace? No. Did he make his way back to your dorm? Also no. You searched the Slytherin house from top to bottom with no luck.
It is to your horror that you realize the snake must have gotten out of the dorms. You hurry out of the common room into the dreary dungeons and almost speed past the paintings, before stopping in your tracks. Perhaps the paintings saw something?
"Excuse me, sir by chance did you see a snake er.. slither by?"
The elderly, stern woman looked your way.
"Yes, the dreadful thing went down the hall and into the fifth room on the left. Fairly certain it followed that prefect boy."
You raised your eyebrows at this. Why would Theo follow a prefect? And who did he follow?
You bowed and expressed your thanks before racing to the specified location.
~TOM'S POV~
How I manage to forget how unbearable people are, I may never know. Most of the Slytherins had decided to stay in the commons today to stay warm during this frigid day, meaning I could get no peace and true studying in. Thankfully, there was a study room not too far from the dorm that few knew about.
It was as I was getting my books out that I heard a voice behind me. It would seem I was followed.
"Excuse me."
I turned around, ready to deal with the interloper but nobody was to be seen.
What sort of idiot asks for me while under an invisibility potion?
Before I could speak my thoughts I was interrupted by another,
"Excuse me, sir."
It wasn't until my eyes drifted down that I realized who had interrupted my study session.
On the floor was a medium-sized snake with some brown scales, and it was looking expectantly at me. Seems this grass snake luckily stumbled upon the one person in this school who could understand him.
"Yes, what is it, snake?"
The snake slithered closer and it seemed to get the closest thing a snake could to a sparkle in its eye.
"Oh, sir, please help me. You are the only person here who can understand me."
"Well, yes, I am the only heir of Slytherin, after all."
"Oh wow! A celebrity! Please, it would seem I have gotten lost."
"I would say. Don't you know it's Winter? This school makes for an awful place to be a snake, with how many owls there are."
"Oh, you see I was rescued by this awfully nice lady from the snow. She took me in and gave me some tasty mice. She even helped me stay warm and gave me a name! But I caught a whiff of a rat and the next thing I know I'm here! I would like to make my way back to her, I'm sure she's worried sick."
"Yes, that would be quite a predicament. I suppose I could direct you back to her. Now do you know anything about her? Such as her house?"
"Oh, thank you, sir! I don't know terribly much but where she resides couldn't be terribly far from here. Oh, and there's green everywhere in her den."
I hummed at the thought.
"A Slytherin taking in an animal. Now you hear something new every day. Fine then, you may follow me back to the Slytherin commons but you'll have to find her from there yourself."
But it would seem I have to put a pin in that plan as another person opened the door.
~YOUR POV~
I was about to open the door to the study room before I heard something quite odd. It sounded like a set of hisses.
Theo!
Theo must be behind this door!
But I stopped again as another set of hisses came through, and a very different set at that. Was there another snake in there?
Well, if Theo made a friend you were more than happy to meet them. For now, you just wanted to know he was ok. So you bit the bullet and opened the door.
What you found was not quite what you were expecting. Thinking back on it, maybe you should have from what the painting told you.
In this study room stood Tom Riddle, with your Theo on his shoulder. It would seem Tom was the prefect Theo followed, and Tom most certainly found out.
"Oh, Tom. I see you found.. a snake."
Your attempt at keeping the fact that the snake was yours was completely shattered as Theo immediately slithered over to you and started to make his way to your shoulder; acting like your very own scarf.
Tom merely raised his eyebrow.
"Is this your snake?"
You gulped.
"Oh, yes. I know snakes are generally frowned upon here but I just couldn't let him die in the cold. Please don't tell anyone, Riddle. I swear I'll let him outside as soon as it's safe."
Riddle merely hummed at your proposition but your mouth just had to open again.
"Oh, by the way, is there another snake here?"
Tom smirked.
"No, why do you have another snake on the loose I should know of?"
"Oh, no. I'm just fairly sure I heard another snake in her-"
Wait a sec. It was just you, Tom, and Theo in this room. No other snakes.
Now that you think about it, the only person who could have possibly made another set of hisses could be Tom, but he obviously can't talk to snakes.
Unless of course, he can.
Riddle always did have a way with all academics and had gained quite a following amongst a group of purebloods, despite his 'mudblood' status. Although if you recall correctly he did come from an orphanage.
Could it be?
And of course, Tom seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.
Your face blanched.
"Well I should be going-"
You heard the click of a lock.
"Why, (L/N)? We just started talking."
You gulped as you turned back to face him.
"I suppose the snake is out of the bag now, isn't it Theo? Now what should I do with you? I can't have anyone blabbing their mouths about this now, can I? But luckily for you, I have quite a soft spot for snakes. Besides someone as sweet as you are probably going through enough, being a Hufflepuff disguised as a Slytherin and all."
He had made you back up to the point you almost fell in a chair.
But despite the situation you couldn't help but slightly flare up.
"Hey, I'm as much of a Slytherin, besides you I suppose, as anyone else in this house. Just because I showed a bit of kindness does not make me any less ambitious and cunning. Besides, I think me being kind to a snake is enough proof as any."
For whatever reason he reached out and barely touched your hair with a hiss and Theo decided to slither up his hand.
"You know, Theo is awfully fond of you. It would be awfully mean to separate the two of you, especially during Winter and all."
Your eyes widened.
"Tom, can I call you that, I swear I won't tell a soul. I respect secrets, I just ask you not to tell anyone about Theo. If you don't tell, I swear my lips are sealed. I'll even make a vow."
Tom waves his hand and you hear the door behind you unlocked.
"That won't be necessary, (Y/N). This just gives me more of an excuse to keep an eye on you now. Be sure no one else sees him on the way back. Surely they will not be nearly as fond as I am of you."
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A prompt: Hakoda meets his grandchild, the first steambaby
Sequel to She Lives In You
The Fire Nation had strange traditions and customs.
Some more strange than others.
Hakoda tried his best to adhere to them for his daughter and son-in-law's sake, but this one was far more aggravating than strange. His spiraling thoughts were interrupted by Suki's light laughter.
"You two are going to wear down a trough at this rate."
"We can't help it!" Sokka said as he continued to pace. "Katara said the seventh night right? I heard seventh night."
"I should have been there with her." Hakoda muttered while pacing in the opposite direction.
"And this is," Sokka counted on his fingers. "Four, six, seven! The seventh night!!!"
"What if something went wrong?"
"Guys!" Suki waved her hands. "Everything's fine. Katara and Zuko have the best healers at their disposal. Besides, if something was wrong, they would have told us by now."
"She right. Our lovely grandchild is in the best of hands." Iroh said while pouring more tea. "Though I do agree the wait is maddening."
Hakoda and Sokka shared a concerned look.
Suki laughed again then beckoned them to sit down.
"C'mon before you form a hole right through the floor."
Defeated, the father and son joined the others at the table. Hakoda massaged his aching head. He swore the past couple of days added several new gray strands of hair to his already graying head. Iroh placed a cup in front of him.
"Mint tea for the nerves."
Hakoda quietly thanked him and took a sip. It did help. Somewhat.
"Wow Dad, I've never seen you this nervous." Sokka said.
Hakoda grunted.
"Gran-Gran said he acted like this when you and Katara were born too." Suki said. "Actually did wear a trough through the snow."
Hakoda downed his tea, then placed his cup down firmer than he meant to.
"Don't you two dare make me wait this long. Understand?"
Iroh laughed as Sokka placed a hand on Suki's baby bump.
"Promise."
Just then the door swinged open. Hakoda and Sokka were first on their feet followed by Iroh, who was still quite nimble in his old age. But instead of the royal couple or a heralder, two out of breath figures ran into the room.
"We're here! We made it!" Aang panted.
"Aw man it's just you guys." Sokka said disappointedly.
"Good to see you too Snoozels." Toph shot back. "We would have been here on time but someone took forever shaving."
Aang sheepishly rubbed his freshly cleaned head. "I wanted to make a good first impression."
Hakoda resumed pacing as the pleasantries continued. He was glad to see Aang and Toph of course. But they were down to the bare minutes now.
The doors opened again. This time, a royal heralder entered. Everyone jumped up immediately.
"Esteemed family of Firelord Zuko and Royal Consort Master Katara, my I present to you," He glanced down at the scroll. "Princess-"
"Wait, I want to tell them." Katara said from behind as she and Zuko walked in decked in flowing white robes and cradling a small bundle.
The poor heralder was practically shoved aside as the family crowded around the royal couple.
"Let us see!"
"She's so tiny!"
"Give them some breathing room!"
Zuko eventually got them to settle down some by promising there was enough time for everyone to meet the new princess. Katara unwrapped her face and gently handed her to Hakoda. He couldn't take his eyes off the baby. Her soft brown skin and curious golden eyes warmed his heart.
"She's so precious..."
"Dad. " Katara said somewhat nervously. "Meet Kya."
The room fell into bittersweet silent as each person took in the gravity and importance of the news. The baby smiled and gurgled; eyes holding a sparkle Kya's used to. Long awaited tears trickled down Hakoda's face as he gazed at his granddaughter.
"Thank you."
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Thanks for the prompt ❤️
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Teach Me: Some Bunny Loves You
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Ariel was awake just as the sun rose Easter morning. Today would be the first Easter she was celebrating with Jack since they got together, and she wanted to make it special.
They were originally going to have all of their friends and families and even a few of Jayla’s friends over to celebrate but then they decided to just celebrate with just the three of them. Ariel had spent days crafting an Easter basket filled with treats and toys for Jayla. Jack’s only duty was to plan the Easter egg hunt in their backyard, hiding the colorful eggs in every corner.
As Jayla bounded down the stairs in excitement, Ariel and Jack exchanged knowing smiles. Jayla ran into the kitchen “HAPPY EASTER!!”
“Are you excited, Jayla?” Ariel asked, grabbing her Easter basket.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Yes, I can’t wait to see what the Easter Bunny brought!”
Jayla eagerly rummaged through her Easter basket, her face lit up with pure delight. “Wow! Look at all these goodies!” she exclaimed, holding up a plush bunny and a handful of chocolate eggs.
Jack grinned, watching the excitement dance across his daughter’s face. “It’s going to be a great day.”
Shortly after breakfast, they ventured outside for the egg hunt. Ariel and Jack took turns hiding eggs while Jayla waited eagerly on the porch. As soon as Jack gave her the signal, she dashed off, squealing with delight as she found each hidden treasure. Ariel made sure to snap photos of the joyful moments, capturing memories they would cherish for years to come.
“Ariel, look what I found!” Jayla exclaimed, holding up a brightly colored egg.
“That’s a good one!” Ariel cheered, snapping a quick photo.
Back inside, they gathered around the dining table to dye Easter eggs. Ariel admired Jayla’s beautifully decorated Easter eggs, she couldn’t help but notice Jack’s attempt at dyeing eggs. She stifled a giggle, trying to hide her amusement behind a hand.
Jayla, catching Ariel’s suppressed laughter, leaned over to inspect her dads eggs. She burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. “Daddy, these eggs look funny!”
Jack looked at his creations with mock indignation, then joined in the laughter. “Hey now, I tried my best!”
Ariel couldn’t contain herself any longer and burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the room. “I’m sorry, Jack, but you should probably stick to making music!”
As the day drew to a close, Ariel felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over her. Spending Easter with Jack and Jayla had brought them closer together as a family. As they shared hugs and exchanged heartfelt “I love you’s,” Ariel knew that this was just the beginning of many more celebrations to come.
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an: snow bunnies for my dawgs, happy Easter boys!
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AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 3)
First Part. / The Winter Ball / Champagne Problems
Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader
Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.
Warning(s): None, enemy to lovers, back in time, destiny, Snow being in love, Snow being Snow, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Feedback is appreciated! Follow or like (or both) for part 4!
The last dance before the Plinth Award engulfed Y/N in a whirlwind of emotions that transported her to a distant past. She didn't expect to see Coryo at the party, as he had become a dedicated student and rarely attended social events. Nonetheless, she decided to seize the opportunity to approach him before the games, especially after glimpsing Snow's future in the hands of the mysterious woman.
Her gaze found Coryo on the other side of the room, and her heart raced. He looked different from the last time she saw him, unhinged while shooting birds in the forest. Y/N knew that if there was a chance to change the grim fate she foresaw, she would do everything in her power to save the boy. With determination, she headed towards him. Her dress, not as dazzling as four years ago, was a simple one, reflecting her current situation. Y/N no longer wanted to blend in with those people; she wanted to stand out. Her dress lacked sparkle, a simple white dress with loose sleeves. As she approached, she focused intensely on Coryo. "Y/N?" The sweetness of the sound of her name contrasted with the not-so-friendly expression in his eyes. He seemed surprised and perhaps confused by her presence.
"I thought you didn't like social situations," Y/N teased, initiating the typical banter between the two.
"I could say the same about you," Coryo retorted, displaying the familiar banter between them.
"Coryo, I wanted to wish you luck at the Plinth Award. I know how hard you fight for it." Y/N curtsied with her dress, trying to show sincerity. However, suspicion lingered in Coryo's eyes. The past few years had been marked by fights and tense interactions between the two.
It was at this moment that Clemensia Dovecote appeared next to Snow, intertwining her arm with his. An inconvenient presence that added more tension to the encounter.
"What are you doing here? Trying to win a crumb from your future president?"
"Clemensia, I don't remember addressing you," Y/N cut in, trying to maintain composure.
"Do you really think you look good today?" Clemensia mocked, laughing ironically. "You may have money, but wow, you need a stylist." Y/N, experienced in dealing with unpleasant criticisms, laughed, making it clear that such comments did not affect her.
"It seems like you're practicing to be a fashion critic now, Clemensia."
"Clemensia," Coriolanus was trying to prevent what would happen next.
"I'm just surprised that someone like you is trying to stand out. Usually, you're so... invisible," Clemensia continued, her voice dripping with superiority.
Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Well, it's good to change things up once in a while. And as for you, Clemensia, what brought you to the ball? Isn't it more fun spending your parents' money on ugly bags?" The provocation hit Clemensia, but she kept her composure.
"Just enjoying what life in the Capital has to offer. Unlike some around here who seem not to fit into such luxury." Clemensia's words were sharp, and Y/N knew she was just trying to undermine her confidence. However, she wouldn't let it shake her.
"Ah, I understand. Sometimes it's hard for some people to grasp that there's more to life than just appearances and superficialities."
Clemensia cast a disdainful look at Y/N before shrugging. "Each to their own, right? Good luck trying to get Coriolanus's attention." With that, the girl "accidentally" bumped into a waiter serving someone nearby. Three glasses of champagne landed on the white dress, leaving Y/N with a mix of feelings, from anger to the determination not to be shaken by empty provocations.
The brief interlude with Clemensia was not what Y/N expected for the night; now she was unsettled, wet, and smelling of alcohol.
It was then that Sejanus Plinth approached, interrupting the tense moment. Her plan to approach Snow that night was thwarted, but Sejanus's friendly presence brought unexpected relief.
"Y/N, you look beautiful," Sejanus complimented with a gentle smile and a small handkerchief that would at least help reduce the dress's dampness. She returned the smile, grateful for the friendly gesture.
"Dance with me?" Sejanus invited. Y/N silently agreed, accepting the offer, defeated. The awkward moment with Clemensia and the initial frustration were temporarily forgotten as she engaged in a relaxed dance among friends.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"It's impossible for you to be okay after what happened," Sejanus directed a compassionate look. "Who needs fashion designers when you can have an accidental stylist like Clemensia?" Y/N laughed. The echo, however, reverberated in Snow's thoughts, casting shadows over what once seemed like a complication-free night. The ball now became a complex piece of an enigma that only time would unravel.
"I don't want to ruin your outfit; it looks expensive." The girl sighed, trying to keep her distance.
"Yours does too, and Clemensia didn't think twice before trying to destroy it," Sejanus brought her closer during the dance. Y/N smiled; the altruism in the boy was evident. Even with a lot of money, he always tried to be fair and helpful to everyone around him.
While they danced, the shared glances and conspiratorial smiles between Sejanus and Y/N did not go unnoticed. Snow, watching from afar, felt an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. The sight of Y/N in Sejanus's arms, laughing freely, triggered a strange and unsettling sensation. In the midst of the dance, Sejanus guided Y/N with graceful skill. The lightness of the moment contrasted with the complexity of emotions unfolding in Snow's mind. He wondered if the smile Y/N shared with Sejanus was different from the one she offered him.
As the music came to an end, Sejanus and Y/N exchanged a thankful glance and bid farewell with a polite gesture. Snow, observing the friendly closeness between the two, felt a twinge of uncertainty and discomfort.
Y/N returned to the secluded spot, and Sejanus stepped away to greet other guests. Snow, determined to overcome the uncomfortable feeling enveloping him, approached Y/N with a forced attempt at indifference.
"Apparently, you found an excellent dance partner," he commented, his eyes concealing a tension he himself tried to understand. Y/N looked at him, a playful smile playing on her lips.
"Sejanus is a great friend. You should try dancing with him." Far from calming Snow, the response only heightened his uncertainty. The remainder of the night passed with a tense atmosphere between them, and while Y/N and Sejanus shared moments of friendship, Snow pondered the complexities of his own emotions and what the future held for him and for the girl who, even while dancing with another, remained at the center of his thoughts.
After the dance and greeting everyone, Y/N decided to leave the ballroom. She sat on a bench outside, taking off her tight shoes. She realized it was the same garden as four years ago, where her lips and Snow's touched for the first time.
"Thanks for what you said about the Plinth Award." Once again, Snow startled the girl.
"You're welcome."
"I'm sorry about the dress; it'll probably stain."
"Since when do you know about laundry?" Y/N teased.
"Tigris made me learn the hard way," Snow laughed.
"What Clemensia did wasn't cool; I'm sorry." The boy seemed sincere. A white rose on his chest drew attention in his black suit. "You look beautiful." Y/N was angry with him. Looking at him like this and knowing what would come next was driving her crazy. Coryo seemed lost; maybe there was no salvation for him despite everything.
"I know your trick," she teased, laughing. She knew, above all, that Coryo used his charm to persuade everyone. And he did it very well. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" Snow didn't understand where the girl was going.
"You're impossible to decipher, as if you don't want people to know what you really feel."
"Showing emotions is a sign of weakness." It was one of the things Coryo's father always said, and they repeated it to him as a child. "Feeling is a weakness. I don't allow myself to feel anything other than the feelings that keep me going." His gaze seemed somewhat dark.
Y/N looked at the starry mantle above them.
"Showing emotions makes you human, Coryo," Y/N said. "Humanity means understanding your own feelings. We need to cherish
the good emotions and keep the people who make us feel good close by, you know?" It was as if she wanted the boy to be shaped by her words. She knew it wouldn't be that easy. But it would be a good start.
"Do you have any dreams? Something you would like to make come true?"
"I'm not sure. I wish I could give a better life to the Snows. Clean our name, return to the prestige we had before the destruction of District 13. I also want to give a better future to Tigris and our Grandmother." At this point, the boy was already by her side, leaning on the railing that separated the area they were in from the small artificial stream below. "I also wish I could choose what and how much I eat." Coryo was sincere; Y/N could tell. The poverty of the Snows was not evident, Coryo disguised it well. But Tigris complained to the girl years before about how the Snow family was becoming increasingly impoverished. Whenever Y/N went to her friend's house, she brought something to eat as a silent gesture of sympathy, but she knew that she would make her friend very grateful. She couldn't and didn't want to seem sorry or supporting the friend's family. Because people would notice, and it would generate more problems than solutions. Y/N didn't know her own family's reaction either.
"It's a lot for someone who claims not to feel," Y/N teased, her eyes reflecting a playful challenge.
Coryo's lips curved into an ironic smile. "Maybe I just need the right inspiration."
Y/N laughed, feeling a surprisingly lightness in their conversation. "Inspiration, huh? If you had the chance to shape the future, how would it be?"
He stared at the starry sky, pondering her question. "Power is the answer, control over everything. But maybe... maybe a Panem where people don't have to fight for survival, where the Capitol doesn't dictate our lives." Y/N wondered if he was talking about his own survival or about the districts.
Y/N's eyes softened, witnessing a glimpse of vulnerability beneath Coryo's facade. "That sounds like a dream worth pursuing."
"And you? In this ideal Panem, what would be your role?" He asked curiously.
"I would be a storyteller," Y/N replied, laughing. "I would weave narratives of hope, resilience, and... love. I would show the world that compassion can be our greatest strength."
A genuine smile lit up Coryo's face, and for that brief moment, the differences between them dissipated. The distant music from the ballroom served as a backdrop for their conversation, a symphony accompanying the unspoken connection.
"You would do well in that role. Even though I think it would be a waste of potential since you're the SECOND-best student at the Academy," Coryo admitted, with a playful tone.
The white rose on his lapel seemed to capture the moonlight, its petals reflecting the vulnerability in his eyes. The tension that once filled the air now transformed into a shared understanding.
They were very close to each other; Y/N could smell the boy's perfume. She noticed every detail of his face to try to capture that moment in her memory. Her fingers stretched out and reached for the rose on his lapel. She detached it easily.
"Which one of us is going to steal some sweets for us to eat while we talk?"
"Do you have pockets in your dress?" The boy teased, enjoying the moment, as she placed the stolen rose on the strap of her white dress.
"No, exactly because of that, it will have to be you."
Coryo laughed as he nodded. Without saying anything else, he turned his back to the girl and disappeared into the darkness of the corridor.
Alone, Y/N wondered if the boy would come back. She was sure it was a perfect opening for him to return to the ball. She looked at the small fish swimming fast in the artificial stream below the railing. Even they were trapped. Even their freedom was controlled by the Capitol.
"Y/N."
"Coryo."
"Do you still like chocolate?" The boy asked, taking a plastic package with something like a small tart from his pocket.
"They make these especially for stealing, how can that be?" The girl amused herself while opening the small package.
As the night unfolded, the two found themselves immersed in a conversation that transcended the limitations of their tumultuous history. The garden, witness to their first kiss and now witness to their shared dreams, became a sanctuary of possibilities. And in the midst of the starry serenity, a connection, delicate but profound, began to blossom, challenging preconceived notions of their roles in a world on the brink of change. The night continued, filled with moments that defied expectations and revealed the complexity of their feelings. Y/N and Coryo's story was far from over, but in that moment, they chose to enjoy the dance under the stars, building together a new chapter of hope and possibility in a world about to change.
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The Love We Lost.
this is my first story! I apologize for any errors.
Description: (Gojo x Reader) You and Gojo Satoru have always been deeply in love. Or so you thought. All the loved he showed for you felt real, or was it?
Warnings: 18+, Strong language, cheating, mentions of alcohol. MINORS DNI
You met Gojo Satoru out shopping, He noticed you first of course. He found you absolutely beautiful. Divine even. He didn't hesitate to make some moves on you. "Hey beautiful need help with your bags?" You were caught off guard. He was tall, hair whiter than snow. You smiled up at him. "If you don't mind!" you replied. You were skeptical at first. He introduced himself as Gojo Satoru. He carried your bags for you as you went from shop to shop. Everything you touched or looked at he bought it for you. You were shocked at how much stuff he bought for you. "Hey, you didn't have to buy me all this" You frowned. "Don't worry about it. You can pay me back if you have dinner with me!" You chuckled at his response. "Fine. I'll have dinner with you!" "Great! I'll pick you up at 6, here's my number text me your address". He winked at you before leaving. You loaded all the things in your car thinking about dinner tonight. You got home and unloaded your bags into your house. You got ready and texted Gojo your address. He was at your house minutes later. He was standing by the passenger seat. His aquatic blue eyes scanned you up and down checking you out. "My don't you look beautiful," He opened the passenger door taking your hand leading you into the seat. He closed the door making his way into the driver's seat. His expensive cologne was everywhere in his car. He smelled amazing. "You look nice". You were the first to break the silence. He smiled at your compliment. You guys chatted while on the road. You found out he's a sorcerer and can see curses. You were amazed by him. He was a teacher at Jujutsu high school. He often went on missions clearing out any threats. He was the strongest. You guys arrived at the fancy restaurant your eyes widen at how elegant the restaurant was. Gojo couldn't help but smile at your expression. Gojo pushed a chair out for you. "Wow what a true gentleman". you teased. He smiled at your claim. "Pick what you like! I'll pay". He smiled proudly as he showed you his black card. You ordered what you wanted and so did he. You guys chatted and you slowly started warming up to him. He was sweet, and he was interested in your stories. making little commentary here and there. The food soon arrived, and you dug in first. Gojo couldn't help but smile at your cuteness. "Wow you're even cute when you eat". He said teasingly. You guys ate a nice warm meal with some stories as well. He was an interesting person. you wanted to know more about him. You couldn't deny he was irresistibly attractive. He caught you staring at him. "Like what you see cutie~" He teased seeing your flustered face. He paid for the food, and he took your hand walking side by side. He led you to his car opening the passenger door. He walked to the driver's side and turned on the car to take you home. You both shared stories about work laughing. He told you all about his students. Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara. His eyes lit up and sparkled sharing memories with you about them. He was quite cute. He dropped you off as you waved goodbye thanking him for the delicious meal. You unlocked the door to your house and walked in. "Home sweet home". You whispered. You got ready for bed. Suddenly your phone vibrated receiving a message from Gojo. "Thank you for agreeing to dinner ;)" You smiled at yourself as you replied to his text. "I owed you for helping me today :)" He responded almost immediately "Haha don't worry about it cutie. Hopefully this isn't the last time I see you." You smiled at his response quickly typing "Me too. I had fun today!" "Coffee tomorrow morning :)?" He asked. You smiled typing out "sure! :)"
He knew he wanted you to himself. He made sure of it. You and He hung out every day. You were falling for him. He soon asked you out, and of course you said yes. He gave you the world. You were his first priority. He made sure you were safe. You were smothered with kisses and love whenever he came back from work. He loved feeling your skin on his. He took you out to expensive dates. He bought you gifts every day. You never had to worry about other people as he always showed you off like you were the most beautiful person on earth. He made sure people knew you were taken by him. "That person is staring at you. I don't like that". He would pull you in for a kiss making sure the other person got the hint. You loved everything about him. And he loved everything about you. You guys were the perfect couple. Even his students were happy for him. They would occasionally shove him aside paying full attention to you. "Move Gojo sensei!" Itadori shoved Gojo aside talking to you. His students adored you. It made Gojo happy. At nights he'd hug you tightly never letting you go. You moved in with him after much begging from him. "Pleaseeee baby! We've been together for almost a year. I want you by my side, I want to be greeted by you every day when I come home from work." He acted like a child, and he was so cute how could you say no. Everything was going so well. A Handsome boyfriend waking up next to you. Even the sex was amazing. He was the perfect boyfriend. He was your world. And you were his. or so you thought.
It's been one year and a half since you guys became a couple. Everything was amazing. your life has never felt this wonderful. You are extremely close to his students and they're lucky to have you. They were like your kids. Everything was great until Satoru had other things to do. You guys rarely went out on dates. It was sad waking up by yourself. But you knew he was an important person, and he was needed. He became distant with you. He always gave short responses. "Hi baby everything okay? Miss youu <3” "Yes. miss you too." Strange. He didn't send a heart and he wasn't energetic like he was. You frowned and tried making a conversation. "How is your day going my love?” "Y/n. Please. I'm busy". okay that was weird. You frowned at his response. You left him on seen pissed off. You waited hours waiting for him to come home. He was late. Again. You were worried. Suddenly the door opened and lord and behold an intoxicated Satoru walks in. Stumbling on his feet and slurring on his words. his breath smelled like whiskey. You walked up to him "Why the hell are you so late? and drunk?!" "Oh, fuck off y/n. Always so damn annoying." He shrugged you off heading towards your shared bedroom. You weren't going to cry over him. You sighed and walked into the room. He's passed out sleeping. You laid him on his side making sure he doesn't vomit. You laid down next to him trying your best to fall asleep.
Days go on and his attitude doesn't change. He comes home drunk and sometimes he has lipstick stains on his shirt. He smells like a woman's perfume. None of these things go unnoticed by you. Satoru thinks you don't know but little does he know you're observing him. You don't want to lose him. not yet. maybe there is a misunderstanding. Today you decided to make lunch for him. Today marks two years of dating. You headed towards his classroom where he usually eats in, but you stopped in your tracks. You heard moaning coming from the classroom. nono please don't let it be true. you thought to yourself. You slowly opened the door not wanting them to notice. Your eyes were filled with sadness tears messing with your vision. He was fucking a random woman over the desk. He kissed her passionately. He had love filled in his eyes mixed with lust. The woman was breathtaking. Blonde long hair, green eyes, good figure. You carefully closed the door and walked away tears falling from your eyes. you threw his hot lunch away. You walked to your car and got in. Tears were falling non-stop. You were so stupid hoping he would change. You didn't want to believe another person was in his life. Another woman had his heart. But your heart still belonged to him. You gripped the steering wheel heading to a bar. A couple of drinks was very much needed.
I came home from work feeling happy. Amy came over to visit me at work and things got steamy quickly. I got a few looks from my students, but I had no clue why. I met Amy at a bar I was loaded with work, and she helped me destress. We had hooked up multiple times until I began seeing her. She flipped my world in a way I've never seen it before. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I wanted her to be my wife. I parked my car, locked it and went inside. I was by myself. Strange. Normally y/n was here to greet me. I looked for her but shes not home. Oh well, I'll wait for her to come home so they can cook me dinner, Hours go by and Y/n still hasn't returned. Its midnight already. I was getting a bit worried. The door opened revealing a wasted Y/n. This isn't like them. They never drink. I walked to them trying to steady their balance, but I was harshly pushed off "Don't fucking talk to me or touch me Satoru". I was shocked I stood there dumbfounded as they walked to our shared bedroom. I followed them making sure they got there safely. They immediately passed out reaching the bed. I helped them lay on their side just in case they throw up in their sleep. Y/n was never violent or rude. They were always sweet and caring. one thing I loved about them. Just then my phone rang. It was Amy. Thats when realization hit me. Do they know...? I thought to myself my blood running cold. I realized I forgot our anniversary. I declined Amys call falling asleep next to Y/n hugging them.
The next day Y/n was colder. Distant. They call me Satoru instead of Toru. They began drinking. My worry for them became concerning. Every time I help, I get yelled at, cursed at. It hurt my heart. It was like they weren't in love with me anymore. Y/n was giving me cold stares nothing behind their eyes but resentment. "Do you still love me Satoru". Her voice was cold no emotion. "Why are you asking me such an absurd question." "Then answer it." Nothing came out of throat my mouth was just opened. Y/n scoffed. "Can't even say three simple words." "Y/n.." "Don't y/n me Satoru. WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DONT". I looked at their eyes and saw tears falling from their eyes. I stared at them as they got up. "Why did I ever agree to have dinner with you. Why did you stop loving me. Am I not good for you? TELL ME SATORU!" "Y/n you're perfe-" "Perfect? Stop talking bullshit! WHY HER?" I sat on the couch too guilty to meet their eyes. "What happened to us" My eyes widen. "I don't know." Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes. "Oh, now you're crying?" I felt a burning pain on my cheek I looked at them shocked. They hit me. "You don't get to fucking cry. You cheated. I gave you, my heart. You just threw my heart away. You don't care about me or love me. You care about that blonde bitch." "Don't call her a bitch Y/n". "Oh, so now you're defending her. You're full of shit Satoru". "For fuck sakes Y/n! You want to know the truth? Fine! Shes prettier and better than you! You're so fucking annoying. She treated me better than you ever did." I yelled at them I was fuming in anger. I looked at them. They stood there in silence. Tears falling from their eyes.
You stared at Satoru. tears hitting the floor. Your heart shattered into a million of pieces. The love you had for Satoru vanished. It was over. He wasn't the same funny, perfect, caring person you knew. You both were facing each other. He had nothing but anger in his eyes. Unlike his soft look he'd always gave you. His eyes no longer had a hint of love. This was not the man you devoted yourself to. The happy memories you had with him replayed in your head. This was it. He wasn't yours anymore. He belonged to someone else. The love you guys had was lost. It was never supposed to be this way. This wasn't the future you and him planned. You walked out the door leaving the life you had in his house. Leaving him behind. All you wanted was him. But he wasn't yours. You got into your car. His scent was all over your car. Tears poured down your face. You started up the car and drove somewhere. You didn't care where you went. You needed to leave this life behind. He will always be the man that gave you the best memories but leaving your heart shattered in the process.
Thanks for reading! This is my first story. I got lazy at the end sorry if it was rushed.
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Month 11 - Leafbare
The days in the house had blurred together, a dizzying game of fear and delight. Scorch was like a feather on a string. One minute she was drifting along, enjoying the warmth of an occupied bed or a scratch at the base of her tail and the next her heart was hammering in her chest at the smallest glimpse of a blue tail weaving through her garden. Thankfully for her, it was always Mystique, but she was still ashamed that her body seemed to have a mind of its own now. She had to focus on her breathing to try and get back to a semblance of normal before Mystique arrived at her window.
One of these times, Mystique had asked her, “Everything alright?”
And she’d fumbled when she’d replied, “Oh, yes, for a second I just thought you were…” She’d had enough sense to stop there but she’d been struggling for what to say next.
“Razor?” Mystique had laughed. “That happens more than you’d think. He’s my older brother, you know.”
“Really?” Scorch’s chest had tightened again. How much danger was she in?
“Yeah,” said Mystique. “Same mother at least.”
“I can see it,” Scorch had smiled despite herself. “You have his… ears.”
Mystique had laughed again, wincing. “Wow, you couldn’t think of a single compliment, could you?”
Scorch had flushed. “No, no, I just-”
“It’s fine,” Mystique had waved her off. “He can be a bit of a dick.”
“He has his charms,” Scorch had lied.
“Yeah,” Mystique had purred, looking out over the snowy lawn, and the conversation had moved on to other things but Scorch had been unsettled by the interaction. She was off her game. Her tongue was starting to escape from her and she needed to get it back under control. She stewed on it for a few days, tried to figure out the reason why, and ultimately concluded that she was too comfortable. Her new life as a House Cat had disarmed her and she needed to rediscover her armor one way or another.
She started prowling at the doors, looking for a way out. When her folk passed by she looked up at them and asked, “Excuse me, High One. I would very much like to get outside if that’s alright.” They crooned and meowed back at her with garbled nonsense words but never granted her request.
She started pleading at any given moment - while they were settling down for sleep, when they were making food in the morning, when they were watching the magic window in the living room. “Please, let me go outside. I promise I’ll come back.” She was lying of course, if she got the chance she would probably make a quick retreat to Clan territory. If she was lucky, it might not be too late to get Goldenstar to abandon camp and head for the hills.
One afternoon, both of the kit Folk called for her and, when she dutifully arrived, she was gifted a sparkling blue collar with a jingling silver bell and a star shaped Name Charm.
“Thank you,” she said, butting up against the eldest’s chin. The kit folk giggled and scooped her into their arms, heading through the house. She winced and squirmed into a more comfortable position while she tried not to let her excitement get the better of her. Were they heading for the door? Had her prayers paid off?
The kit folk approached the back garden door and slid it open. Scorch couldn’t help it - she squirmed and leapt from their arms to make a break for the outside. The kits giggled but didn’t leap to stop her and her spirit soared in jubilation. She was free! They watched her as she sniffed around the grass, carefully testing the snow. Mystique had been by earlier, judging by the smell, and now that she was outside she could pick up the scent of a nearby dog, probably from the next yard over. She gave one last glance to her Folk. She realized with a twinge of sorrow that she was going to miss them.
“Thank you,” she mewed in a voice they could hear. “You were very good to me.” The younger of the two squatted down and extended a hand to offer her pets, babbling in the human tongue. The offer was tempting, but Scorch forced herself to turn around and slink towards the nearest bush for some cover. She didn’t need to make this any harder for herself by lingering. She needed to move, and quickly.
The bell around her neck was an annoyance. It took a nontrivial amount of effort to move quietly while wearing it. After a few steps through the branches of the shrubbery, she stopped to try and pry the thing off of her neck. It was harder than she expected. She fell onto her side, kicked at it with her hind claws, rolled and writhed trying to find some purchase on it. She growled in frustration as the jingling only increased.
“Stupid… collar!” she spat, sitting up and shaking out her pelt.
“You alright in there?” said Mystique, poking her head in through the leaves. So much for slipping away unnoticed.
“Oh, I’m quite alright,” she laughed. “Just a bit… stifled. How can you stand wearing these things?” Mystique chuckled and moved closer, leaning in to smooth the fur around Scorch’s collar with her tongue. Scorch sucked in a breath and held very still until she stepped back.
“You get used to them,” said Mystique, “although the feeling never really goes away.” Scorch frowned. The constant pressure around her neck was maddening.
“I guess I’ll just have to live with it then,” she sighed.
“Congratulations on getting let out, by the way!” Mystique brightened. “I know that the Sheltered are like… favored by the Folk and everything, but I personally think we have it better out here.”
“Definitely,” Scorch nodded. “I don’t think I could spend the rest of my life in such a small space.”
“Right?” Mystique grinned. “They say it's easier if you’re born into it but I was born a house cat and I can’t imagine my life if I couldn’t go outside. Like, being a precious little thing all pretty on a pillow? It would be so annoying. I’d much rather hunt and wrestle with the guys.”
“Mm,” Scorch smiled, not sharing the urge to wrestle with any of the city cats in the slightest. “It’s the exploration for me. I just like to wander.”
“I get that,” Mystique said.
“Speaking of,” Scorch took a step, “I think I’d like to look around the neighborhood. Orient myself, you know? It was nice talking to you though.”
“Oh,” Mystique’s ears flicked backwards briefly. “Actually, I think I should come with you.”
Scorch chuckled and swished her tail. “I can assure you, my dear, I’ll be just fine on my own. I haven’t forgotten how to handle myself so quickly.”
“Of course not,” Mystique shook her head, “but a little extra protection can’t hurt.”
“I’m fine, really,” Scorch said, pushing down her irritation, “but I appreciate the concern. Maybe we can go walking together tomorrow?”
Mystique chewed her lip a bit and shook her head. “Nah… Sorry, I wanted to keep it casual but I’m under orders to keep you company, make sure no one gives you trouble.” There it was. Scorch should have known it wouldn’t be so easy. Of course Razor would want someone to keep eyes on her after her little disappearing act. What an honor for him to choose his own sister to do it.
“I see,” she laughed. “Does Razor really think I need a kitsitter?”
“Not a kitsitter,” Mystique shook her head and straightened her posture with a confident grin. “Think of me more as your personal bodyguard. You can order me around if you like, I know that you enjoy that.”
Scorch chuckled in embarrassment, “Oh, dear, is that really what people think?” They were right of course but she had hoped she was better at hiding it.
“Nothing wrong with it,” Mystique said. “You just knew you were Exalted in your bones.”
“Maybe so,” Scorch said. Her mind was turning. Think! she chided herself, There’s got to be some way you can wriggle out of this. “Well, shall we walk?”
“I’d be honored, my lady,” Mystique chuckled with a bow.
With that the two of them set off. The walk was pleasant enough - it was nice to breathe fresh air and stretch her bones and see the city sprawling out before her again - and with Mystique by her side most cats left them alone, but an opportunity to slip away from her chaperone never presented itself. By the end of the night, Mystique returned her to her Folk and headed off with a cheery wave of her tail once Scorch was safely inside.
Scorch tried to beg to be let out again after meal time but the Folk shook their heads and gave her scritches and held her close while they watched the magic window. She sighed. She would have to try again tomorrow. Or the next day. The longer she waited, the more likely it was that Razor would return. She had to be gone before then.
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##WAY TOO CUTE FOR MY SAFETY SAVE ME
↪Ft. Nagi
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"Ah."
A sound of surprise escaped your lips as you stared at him, astonished to find the snow white haired male napping comfortably with his head on the table. You pause from your steps, a bit hesitant to come forward—for what reasons, you don't know. Maybe because you didn't want to wake him up from his obviously pleasant sleep, but not like you could care enough to wonder why anyway. You remain standing at your initial position by the door, at a lost for what to do.
"You can sit here you know" Nagi said, voice thick with sleep. He turns his head to face you, half lidded eyes staring right back at yours and you would be lying if you said you didn't find it attractive.
You shriek, and unfortunately for you, the sound you let out wasn't cutesy in the slightest—it was the kind of sound that would be suited for when you're voicing ogers screeching to death.
"Oh my god" you heaved out a sigh, clutching your chest tightly. "You scared me, since when have you been awake?"
"A few minutes ago, I could hear your screaming from miles away"
You pause, before swiftly realizing what he meant. "My bad, walking around blindfolded is a terrifying experience." you said, shivering at the memory.
"Really? It wasn't that way to me" Nagi tilts his head and darn was it infuriating how effortlessly cute he could be.
"Yea I'm sure." you snort, and Nagi squints his eyes as though confused, and by this time, you wanted nothing more than glomp him. "You were probably carried by Reo or something"
Nagi's eyes widens, and he lets out an 'ooh' sound "How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess" was all you said
A momentary silence befell on the two of you as you looked at the room. The classroom you noticed to be yours, was covered with heart decorations that screamed love all over and it was a bit sickening just how much they over decorated the place. You notice the clock right behind Nagi, it counted to 30 minutes—a bit lengthy you think for a booth on an event that lasted for only a day.
The door opens and you divert your attention away from the clock and instead to the person who entered. He holds a tray with a parfait standing on top of it with all its glory. The person walks closer until he stands beside your table and with swift motions, he places the parfait on the table along with it, spoons for two people.
"We never ordered anything" you quickly told him, it looked expensive with how presentable it looked.
"I know, but your classmate, Reo, has offered to buy it for the two of you." he flashes you a grin, a harmless, customer service smile, he flashes to the two of you before excusing himself goodbye.
"Ah—" you helplessly watched as the staff walked away, looking at the parfait that sat in the middle of the table. You blink, once, twice, and the dessert starts sparkling, as if seducing you to come and eat it.
"You want it?"
You flinch, as if a criminal found guilty. You shake your head "No no, I can't—"
"It's fine, I don't mind. And everything available on the menu is for two people anyway."
"Well.." you look at him, as if verifying if he really was alright with it before taking the spoon and taking a hesitant bite.
Wow. You gasp, it was delicious—easily topping most of the desserts you've eaten before. You ease your body as you take yet another bite, it was addictive—way too delicious to be made by someone with the same age as you.
"Is it good?"
"Yep, it went way above my expectations" you replied, taking yet another bite of the heavenly made dessert. "You try it too, you won't regret it"
Nagi hums, and you wait for him to take a bite. To your surprise however, he only opens his mouth and lifts his head up a little.
"What are you doing?" you asked, raising a brow at his rather eccentric yet still adorable actions..
"Feed me, please?" he tilts his head in a way that would highlight his charms in all the right points.
Your heart tightens and lets go with a boom, "No, get your own spoon and feed yourself with it" you coughed into your hand, resisting his charms with all of your might.
"That's tiring" Nagi grumbles, and even now, he's as adorable as can be. You dig your nails into your palm, tight enough you think it'd bleed. But in the end, you were no more than a fool down bad for a man who'd find it troublesome to look your way.
You groaned, although not truly annoyed as you scooped up ice cream and shakily offering it to him. "Goodness, you sure are tiresome, Nagi" you say, a defeated smile taking place on your face.
He takes a bite, and it's evident he likes it by the way his eyes light up with glee. "It's good" he says, chewing on the strawberry.
"Right? I told you so!"
You passed the remaining minutes of your inprisonment with light chattering. Enthusiastically, you told Nagi about the drama's going on at the school campus with great detail, like how student a and student b because of homewrecker student c, and the beef student d had with student z. You half expected Nagi to fall asleep during your gossiping so you were surprised when he didn't, and even participated by giving his opinions on the topic. A small action, and yet to people who knew Nagi, it meant everything—such was the case to you. And you probably shouldn't get ahead of yourself, but you truthfully felt a bit special when Nagi participated with things he would usually find troublesome with you.
"So so, you know that one couple in my class that does disgusting pda everywhere?"
"Yea, they were pretty loud and distracted me from my game" you nod your head, glad he atleast knew those two. "Ok so apparently, the guy was cheating on her with the school secretary! Can you believe that?!"
"Wow, really?" Nagi half heartedly reacts. It's not that he isn't interested with what you're saying—but he just happens to be more focused on the way you move your hands alot as you speak, and the small, yet adorable way you scrunch up your nose when you mention a person you particularly dislike; he is focused, just on the wrong things unfortunately.
Nagi thinks you're pretty, breathtakingly so. And he can't help but feel a bit excited when you show him the bits and parts of you that you wouldn't let others see; loves learning more about you, what you like what you don't like, the games you like or the mangas you enjoy—and most of all, he enjoys it when he sees you smile—a real, genuine, and carefree one. Nagi adores it when you smile like the way you do now, he adores it so, he can't help but curve his lips upwards as well. A small, and yet nevertheless there kind of smile.
"Dude, you aren't even listening" you drive him away from his thoughts, and he shifts his attention back to you again. He spends a moment to look at you and in result, you groan—whether in annoyance at yourself for being absolutely down bad, or for him not listening, is a mystery with an answer for only you to know.
Ring ring!!
The clock rings, and the door opens right after. Outside, was a staff who tells you that the time was up along with some acquaintances (Reo being one of them) waiting by the door. "Ah, we can go out now. You can get your switch back now too. That's great!" you said with a smile, standing up from your seat and cleaning up the table—or atleast organize the empty plates and dirties utensils.
"Oh, it's over already" Nagi echoes your words, disappointment smeared on the words that leave his mind.
"Nagi?" you pause from your actions, a bit curious by the sudden decline of his mood.
"Too bad." he leans on the table, cocking his head to the side "I wanted to talk to you more too."
Oh. God.
Are you dead? You think you died with the way your heart ceased moving entirely as the thought of breathing and moving your chest was an action way way above you.
"Well—we can always spend more time together next time, just tell me if—if you want to talk and I'll gladly spend—yea, spend some time with you." you stuttered, tripping over your words as heat creeps up on your cheeks due to his bold statement.
"Really?" the way he raises his head and looks at you with anticipation isn't helping your case, really.
"Yes, really. Promise" you nod your head, trying your utmost best to look at him in the eye to show the sincerity of your words.
"Nagi!" Reo calls from the door, waving him over, with his switch in hand; you both turn your heads to look his way, and Reo greets you hello when he sees you notice him as well.
"Well, I have to go now." Nagi says, slowly standing up from his very comfortable seat. "Bye [Name], I'll talk to you later"
You wave him goodbye, showing a part of the happiness that explodes inside the confines of your ribs on your smile. You fall to your knees shortly after you see them disappear, unable to calm your beating heart from breaking out of its cage and run around the room anymore. Today felt like a fever dream, with him smiling at you and all—the last part too. You think you'll pass away today, you're sure you will.
"Hah, simp." the familiar voice of your friend—whom also happened to be one of the staffs at this booth teases.
"Shut up and let me have my moment rat."
#blue lock x reader#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#bllk x reader#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi x reader#bllk x you#@@.xylvie's works
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Dincember Day 23: Frost
Word Count: 1719
Rating: General
Summary: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over.
Content Warnings: None!
Author's Note: Poor Grogu. I keep making him suffer, I promise I love him! He's just a funny little green gremlin. The last two entries will tie pretty closely to this one but wow, can't believe it's almost over. I've had so much fun writing this series and I'll miss it, but there are some ideas in here I'll expand on come January!
Link to read on AO3 | My Dincember Masterlist
Despite the lava flats dotted throughout its surface and the fact that it was technically a volcanic planet, Nevarro was not always sweltering and had different seasons. Throughout the year, it rarely rained; the climate remained mild throughout most of the year, but the temperature would drop towards the end of the year, particularly around Life Day. Although there was lava to be found on Nevarro, it was nothing compared to a planet like Mustafar, a volcanic hellscape. The entire planet was an angry red thanks to the lava that boiled on its surface. Surely it was a blisteringly hot, punishing environment. You had never been, but the planet was legendary, known throughout the galaxy.
There was an expression you had heard used often since childhood. When something was unlikely to happen, people would laugh and say: “Mustafar will freeze over first.” It was an amusing expression as obviously the thought of a planet as sweltering as Mustafar freezing over was ludicrous. Similarly, the thought of Nevarro freezing over was an idea that you thought equally ludicrous until, one morning, when you woke up to an empty cot and Din calling your name. You swung your legs over the side of the cot, wiping your bleary eyes with the back of your hand as you blinked rapidly to adjust to the light. There was a certain stillness and quietness; the light that filtered in was weak and pale. It appeared to be early morning. You and Din did not have plans and you had planned for a relaxing day, you wondered what had roused him from bed so early.
Din was standing by the window in the main room of your little cabin, still clad in the cotton clothes he slept in with a curious look on his face. There was something out there that was clearly capturing his attention . As you made your way across the room to discover what it was, you wondered what he was captivated by. As soon as you moved to stand next to him, though, you understood perfectly.
The usually ashen, grey-brown surface of the volcanic planet you called home had turned white. Every surface was glistening, reflecting the low sun in the sky. By some festive miracle, the entire planet was covered in what appeared to be a deep frost. You had never seen anything like it for all the time you lived here. You had encountered snow before, but frost was something different, the way the ice clung to every inch of the planet, the little icicles gleaming as they coated the plants by the pond just in front of the cabin. The pond itself had frozen, creating a pristine, glassy surface that you had a strange desire to skate across, even though you had no idea how deep it was. Besides, it had been years since you had ice skated. The rocks at the frozen pond’s edge looked like some precious jewel, the way they sparkled as you turned your head to take in the sights.
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Din finally asked, breaking the awe-struck silence that the two of you had fallen into, utterly mesmerised by the frozen surface of the planet before you.
“I’ve never seen anything like this on Nevarro before,” You agreed, nodding in wonderment.
“No, I wonder what caused weather like this,” Din pondered. “I don’t think this is normal.”
“It’s a miracle!” You exclaimed. “Just in time for Life Day, too,” You added, referring to the rapidly approaching holiday
Din looked around at you, raising an eyebrow, the corners of his lips pulled down into a slight frown. His eyes were shimmering in mirth though… you knew there was no genuine disapproval there. You conceded that perhaps your enthusiasm had been a step slightly too far for him. Considering Din had limited experience of the season’s traditions before he met you, he approached the traditions you introduced him to with as much enthusiasm as someone who had celebrated Life Day all their life. But you still got the sense that Din did not entirely share all of your festive merriment, so sometimes you liked to be a little cheesy to get underneath his skin.
“We should go for a walk,” Din suggested, “After Grogu is awake and we’ve eaten, we should appreciate this frost while it’s here.”
“Sounds great, Din,” You sighed.
You went to the fresher to prepare for the day while Din woke Grogu up and did the same. Din had already been to the kitchen and brewed a much-needed pot of caf, which you gratefully helped yourself to, given the early start to your day. You then placed some bowls, milk and cereal on the table in preparation for a simple family breakfast that would fuel you for the long frosty walk.
Din and Grogu eventually made their entrance. Din had dressed in his beskar’gam, save for his helmet. Grogu was clad in the red snow suit that Din had purchased before your little getaway in the snowy mountains. The garment was coming in surprisingly handy now as it would keep the little boy warm from the cold outside.
The three of you enjoyed your breakfast together; you and Din continued discussing how surprised you were at the remarkable frost and memories of such frozen conditions at other times in your life. After cleaning away the dishes, it was time to head out on the walk. You laced up your boots in the hallway and pulled on the red coat that you had had such a stressful time finding, but were now delighted with. It fit you perfectly and matched Grogu’s red snowsuit. You were ready to head out.
“Are you warm enough?” You asked Din, wondering how warm his armour really kept him.
“Yes thank you, cyare,” Din nodded, his helmet now resting on his head. “The flightsuit can be insulating or cooling depending on the temperature, and my helmet is climate controlled,” Din explained.
You nodded, he had probably informed you of such functions before but this time, you had an ulterior motive for such a line of questioning. You just had one little addition to Din’s outfit though. You smirked as you grabbed the red scarf that you had bought for him from a local tailor on your snowy vacation to the moutains. You and Grogu were wrapped up from the elements in red items of clothing, so it only seemed proper that Din joined you. You put the scarf around Din’s neck, tying it gently and smiling as you stepped back to admire your handiwork.
“Much better,” You nodded. “Now we’re all matching.”
Din scoffed and shook his head. Then he grabbed your hand, holding Grogu in his other arm. The three of you headed out into the frosty winter wonderland. You delighted in the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots, it was instantly comforting. It was a sound you had not heard for many years, believing that moving here to Nevarro would mean you would never experience such cold weather again. How wrong you were. Now, you had made memories in freezing temperatures in a picturesque snowy moutain village thanks to the trip Din had treated you to and, shortly after returning, there was this unseasonable frost on Nevarro.
Grogu was seemingly delighted by the freezing conditions too, his eyes wide in amazement as he took in his surroundings. You and Din had intended to go for a long walk, but you didn’t make it far before Grogu began chirping loudly. He gestured his little hands towards something. Din stopped and you looked at him questioningly.
“The pond, perhaps he’s worried about his frogs,” Din shrugged.
“Awww, I’m sure they’re alright, little guy,” You reassured Grogu. “The surface is frozen, but they’re probably still swimming around underneath.”
Grogu nodded at your reassurances, but he continued gesturing towards the pond; clearly something was still on his mind. You and Din walked towards the edge of the pond and Din eventually placed Grogu down on one of the rocks so he could see the ice up close and watch for any of his frog friends beneath the surface. But Grogu was seemingly not satisfied to watch from afar; the mischievous little boy was soon pushing himself off the rock and making tentative steps towards the ice, before you and Din could do anything to stop him.
“Grogu!” Din exclaimed, moving towards his son as he stepped out onto the frozen surface.
But before Din could scoop Grogu up, the child used the Force to leap into the centre of the pond, out of Din’s reach. Your heart was in your mouth as you watched him, fearing that you would soon hear the distinctive cracking noise of ice breaking. But mercifully, that did not happen. As Grogu took cautious steps across the frozen pond, his little feet were scrabbling against the icy surface and his arms were outstretched to keep him balanced. You and Din marvelled at both how cautious he was treading and how well he was maintaining his balance, given that he only had the red booties of his snowsuit on his feet, rather than any shoes made specially for ice.
“He’s a natural!” You commented in amazement at Grogu’s balance on the ice.
“He is,” Din said proudly. “We should get him some real skates.”
It seemed that you had spoken too soon. Everything was going so well, until there was a heartstopping moment where Grogu’s legs went from underneath him and he flopped down onto the ice. You waited with baited breath to see how Grogu would respond – was he hurt? But mercifully after a few moments, you heard the most wonderful sound: Grogu's laughter. It seemed that Grogu’s little tumble on the ice had not affected him too badly.
“You alright, bud?” Din asked as he leaned over to scoop Grogu up, fortunately the little boy was sufficiently close to the edge of the pond that Din could reach him.
Grogu gave a happy chirp and you reached over to stroke his cheek with the back of your fingers. You were relieved that he was alright and your walk could continue. You were eager to explore the planet that had been transformed into a frost-bitten paradise and make the most of such a rare occurrence.
With a spring in your step, you set off for a walk across the gleaming surface of Nevarro, holding hands with an equally shiny Mandalorian. Din's armour, too, was gleaming, save for the red scarf slung around his neck, a way to ensure the three members of your little Clan were matching. You sighed deeply and smiled at the sound of the frost crunching underneath your boots as you gazed around in wonderment at the deep frost.
#dincember 2023#din djarin#din djarin fluff#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x reader#pedro pascal characters#my fics
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5/JAN/20XX
well. it's his, but somehow i woke up with that stuffed bear on my bed.
he must've forgotten to get it.
also on the end of my bed was papyrus, but he got up sometime before me.
last night he wanted me to read to him, but also wanted for me to rest.
so he ended up falling asleep on the end of my bed.
thought about waking him, but he looked peaceful. (at first.) ended up tossin' my blanket over him instead.
but. it's on me now, so i suppose it was returned before long.
——
papyrus looked out the window and slowly sipped from his cup. coffee, for once.
i'd have asked what changed, but he's not very good at pretending to sleep. his restless inability to stay still after waking up in the middle of the night told me all i needed to know.
won't tell him that he kept me up as well.
"mornin'."
i stepped up to the window beside him.
"GOOD MORNING."
he did a double take when he looked at me.
"ONE OF YOUR EYES ARE BACK ON!"
"oh. sick."
rain patters against the window.
i can't stop my attention from following one droplet in particular, comparing it to the speed of the others as if they were racing.
"IT FEELS LIKE..."
"EVERY TIME AFTER SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU, IT RAINS."
"just lucky, i guess."
"ARE WE SURE YOU'RE NOT ALLERGIC TO POOR ONCOMING WEATHER CONDITIONS?"
"that would be kinda rad."
"HOW IS THAT 'RAD'?"
"think about it."
"i'd make a killing as a weatherman."
"assuming the weather allergen didn't kill me first."
"YOU SUDDENLY COLLAPSE AND THEY JUST GO, 'OH, SANS IS DOWN. IT'S GONNA STORM TOMORROW.' "
"if it works it works."
i poured myself a coffee too, and pulled a chair up to the window. papyrus did the same, and we watched together as the rain took away what last bit of snow was still left.
"WE DIDN'T HAVE NEARLY ENOUGH TIME THIS YEAR."
"with the snow?"
"YEAH."
"at least it did snow at all."
"I MISS IT ALREADY."
"we can always revisit snowdin."
"IT'S DIFFERENT ON THE SURFACE."
"UP HERE IS SNOW THAT GLITTERS BEAUTIFULLY IN THE SUN; SNOW THAT VARIES IN CONSISTENCY FROM TIME TO TIME..."
"THAT'S THE KIND OF SNOW I WANT!!"
"i could point a flashlight at the at the stuff in snowdin. or throw some sparkles on it. might glitter then."
"NO..."
"and i could bring a hair dryer, to melt the snow a little of it so the texture's different."
"THAT'S JUST ENTIRELY WRONG."
"I DON'T WANT 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙎𝙃."
"but it 𝘪𝘴 a different consistency."
"I DON'T WANT 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 KIND OF DIFFERENT."
"i don't 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 what you mean then."
"DIFFERENT LIKE BETWEEN PACKING SNOW AND POWERED SNOW, I MEAN."
"......"
"wow. my brother is a snow expert."
"EXPERT??"
"snow 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘳."
"HMMM..."
"I 𝘈𝘔 A CONNOISSEUR AT EVERYTHING, SO IT MUST BE TRUE."
"must be."
"DOES THIS MEAN I'LL HAVE TO START BEING PARTICULARLY PICKY ABOUT SNOW?"
"one is not given the connoisseur title for their accepting of just any old snow."
"THEN IN FUTURE, LEAVE IT TO MY DISCERNING EYESOCKETS TO IDENTIFY THE BEST SNOW!"
"i trust your sockets."
"....."
"with everything lately, i can't say i really trust my own."
"YOU'VE GOT A LIGHT BACK. THAT'S PROGRESS!"
"but i can't use powerful magic or i'll lose it again."
"THAT... IT'LL JUST TAKE TIME, I'M SURE."
"ONCE YOUR EYE HEALS, I'M CERTAIN IT'LL GO BACK EXACTLY TO THE WAY IT WAS!"
"and if it doesn't..."
"WE'LL JUST HAVE TO COME UP WITH REALLY COOL FORMATIONS FOR YOUR REGULAR ATTACKS!"
he gave a bright smile.
papyrus' optimism made me feel a little better.
"HOW IS YOUR VISION DOING?"
"could be better."
"could be worse."
"IS IT STILL FUZZY?"
"from a distance."
"CAN YOU SEE ME RIGHT NOW?"
"yep."
"i can see the whipped cream on your face too."
"AH-?"
"WHOOPS."
"DO YOU WANT SOME IN YOUR COFFEE, TOO?"
"ehhh.."
"sure."
"why not?"
whipped cream mustaches sounded fun.
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Hi! Can I ask for Kid! Reader spending time with the ror fam during Christmas Eve and day? The gifts, making cookies for Santa(as reader still believes in Santa, nobody shall tell them the truth yet..) ,the decorations ,and just the cute Christmas vibe in general.
-This was your first Christmas ever! You had been adopted by your massive family early in the year and they helped you grow and heal and just let you be the adorable five-year-old you were.
-Before you met your wonderful family, you had never heard of Christmas before, something that did worry many of those in your family, but they were intent on making this the best Christmas ever for you!!
-Wearing cozy sweaters with funny designs was the first thing you did on Christmas Eve, getting a matching one with Loki with gingerbread men on them, before going downstairs where Eve and Hades were making pancakes for breakfast.
-Ares and Buddha couldn’t help but grin, presenting you with a hot chocolate with a mound of whipped cream, sprinkles, a cookie stick, and a gingerbread cookie on top, you nearly blinded them with the sparkles in your eyes.
-You looked at Adam, “Can I really have a cookie with my breakfast?” He grinned, ruffling your hair as Loki grinned, “It’s Christmas Eve- it’s a day to breaking all the rules when it comes to sweets!”
-You gaped up at him as Adam laughed, snapping a picture as you enjoyed your pancakes and hot chocolate, sitting with your family as they talked about all the activities they were going to with you today.
-You got to go out and play in the snow, build a snowman with Lu Bu and Hercules, Nikola took you sledding which was a little scary at first, but once at the bottom you beamed, “Again!”
-When you started to shiver you were brought back inside and your eyes went huge, seeing that those who didn’t go outside had put up all the decorations and the tree, the lights sparkling brightly, “Wow- this is so pretty!”
-Poseidon was holding onto the star as he waved you over, giving it to you before he picked you up, “Put it on the top.” You did as you were told and you beamed, feeling so happy, hugging Poseidon close, making him give you a tiny smile.
-Brunnhilde and the other Valkyries kidnapped you, along with Eve, Aphrodite, and Shiva’s wives, and the put an apron on you and you got to help them make more gingerbread, lots of gingerbread, as Eve told you that everyone was going to get to make gingerbread men and help decorate a gingerbread house.
-You had so much fun, Eve held the bowl while you mixed, and soon the whole house smelled of baked goods. You snuck a few tastes and Durga grinned, “Y/N?” You grinned holding your hands over your mouth to hide your grin which made her giggle.
-You sat with Hermes and Jack to decorate your gingerbread man, Hermes creating beautiful artwork on his and Jack making his look exactly like him which you loved.
-As night fell you got bundled up and put on Thor’s shoulders, everyone following after as you all went out to look at the lights outside, seeing all the houses decorated, but your smile was the brightest thing of all.
-Once at home you made preparations, grabbing your binoculars and carrot sticks, ready to stay up to watch for Santa, as you wanted to say hi to him and pet his reindeer.
-You made it about twenty minutes before you passed out on the couch.
-Adam held you close, carrying you upstairs and putting you to bed, smiling down at you, wishing you a Merry Christmas.
-When you woke up the next morning, being the last one to do so, you cried out in anguish, “I fell asleep!” you ran downstairs and found your family waiting for you and instantly Hades took a photo of your shocked face, seeing everyone there, all wearing cozy sweaters, all with hot chocolate with Eve holding one for you, and a huge pile of presents for everyone.
-You held the bottom of your shirt as tears welled in your eyes, overwhelmed with happiness as Hercules and Jack came to comfort you, but Jack was smiling, as he could see that you were so happy.
-You opened your presents, finding new clothes, new toys, and lots of picture books, which you adored and the rest of the day was spent with the various members of your family, reading with them and spending Christmas with them all.
-It was your best Christmas ever!!
#record of ragnarok#ror x reader#ror poseidon#ror loki#ror buddha#ror heracles#ror jack the ripper#ror adam#ror thor#ror ares
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Stockings hanging by the fire
AN: Ho ho ho - Merry Christmas in July! I was supposed to post this in March as a late Christmas present for my darling Tonje, but i forgot! Sorry @doasyoudesireandlive . Let’s also ignore the fact that Bucky didn’t ship out in December……
Beta’d by @yarnforbrains
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and Mood board by me
Masterlist
Summary: Decorating your rooms for Christmas wasn't going as well as planned. Luckily a dashing young soldier offers to help you out, and you aren't going to turn one of our brave boys away...
Relationship: 40’s Bucky x Reader
Wordcount: 1.5k
CW: Fluff and Flirting, Implied off-screen spicy time. 40’s Bucky in dress uniform cos he’s definitely a warning!
This was not going the way you’d anticipated. How hard was it to actually get a Christmas tree up the few brownstone steps and into your apartment? Apparently, very. You hefted it again, but to no avail. And to make matters worse, the small flurry of snow that had been swirling around when you’d set out was getting heavier, and the air getting sharper. Even the children who’d been making snowmen had abandoned them.
You let out another loud sigh, as opposed to the curse you wanted to. Mrs. Sweeny who lived upstairs (and was this minute looking out through her curtains at you while you struggled) already thought you were a good time girl, likely to end up in trouble, so you were trying to present a more demure and ladylike facade. But it was hard when you realised you were sweating like a preacher in a whore-house, and that the needles on the tree had scuffed up your favourite leather gloves. You’d give up, but that would mean that even apart from the fact it would mean abandoning your not so insignificant purchase where it currently lay, it would just present you with a different problem.
The tree was stuck. No going up and no going down. You loosened your grip and pinched the bridge of your nose, a litany of profanities circulating around your brain.
“Excuse me, doll… but you appear to be in need of assistance.”
A warm, syrupy voice made its way to your ears, and you looked up to find the source.
Well! Hello, Soldier!
He was obviously newly minted and fresh out of the box. His dress greens were wrinkle free, his hat perched jauntily on his head atop his Bryll-creamed chestnut hair. His eyes were light blue, sparkling with amusement, an expression matched by the lilt of his full pink lips.
Now, contrary to what Mrs Sweeny thought, you were no good-time girl. However, neither were you a missish maid. When you got an itch, you scratched it, but you were careful about it too. You had a good job as a receptionist, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you couldn’t keep your underthings in place. But looking at this nice looking Sergeant, you could feel that itch making itself known, and he looked like he’d know how to scratch it real good.
“You noticed, huh?” You leaned your hip against the railing, tipped your head to the side slightly and flashed him your most winning smile. “I think I bit off more than I could chew.”
“Well, I could always help you out. You know, if you want?” He’d stepped closer, but you were still slightly taller, being part way up the steps.
“Have a dashing young soldier assist me in my time of need? How is a girl supposed to say no to that?”
He flashed you a grin then, and how you didn’t swoon, you didn’t know.
“Don’t say no then, doll.”
He bent down then, and you were momentarily confused, until he hooked his arms under your nemesis the tree and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.
Wow!
“Lead on, sweetheart.”
You practically skipped up the last few steps, awkwardly pulling your keys out of your purse, before opening the front door to the building.
“Afraid I’m on the second floor, Sergeant….?” You trailed off, giving him the opportunity to give you his name.
“Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes of the 107th. But my good friends call me Bucky.” Oh, he was smooth.
“Bucky, it is then.”
You led the way up the stairwell, somewhat in awe of how effortlessly Bucky was carrying your tree. When you reached your own door, you repeated your awkwardness with the keys, and gave the door - which had a tendency to stick - a sharp nudge with your shoulder. Removing your gloves and wondering how you were going to put right the damage done to them by the pine sap, you gestured to the tree stand you already had set up ready in front of your main window.
“Could you place it in that for me? I didn’t expect getting a tree to be this difficult.”
“Sure thing, doll.”
You took your coat off, hung it on the peg, along with your purse, took off your hat and quickly checked your hair and lipstick in the small vanity mirror by the door, while Bucky’s back was turned.
“So, is this your first Christmas on your own then?”
He threw the question over his shoulder as he tightened the screws on the tree stand around the rough trunk of the pine. You turned back around and leant your weight on your sideboard.
“Yup. Moved outta Ma and Pa’s three months back. Got this place for a steal and a job down at Montgomery’s as the receptionist. It’s a good gig. And you? Getting ready to ship out?”
Bucky stood, clapping his hands together and brushing off the lingering pieces of bark and needles on his green woollen pants.
“Sure am. Completed basic training. Got bumped up to Sergeant on account of my sharp-shooter skills. Catching the boat to England in two days.” He lifted his right hand up to his temple and gave you a salute. “Ready to serve, miss.”
There was an awkward silence then. He’d completed his chivalrous task, but it was clear from the tension in the air between you that neither of you were wanting this interaction to end, at least not yet. You moved away from the sideboard, walking closer to him. He stayed put, right where he was, not widening the gap between you but not closing it either. Open, but not pushy.
“Well thank you very much for your help, Sergeant. But I wondered, on account of how cold and snowy it is outside, whether I could offer you some hospitality in thanks. I could fix you a drink, and if you wanted, you could help me with the decorating. Ornaments and stockings and the such-like? I want to make this room my own personal winter wonderland.”
“A drink would be much appreciated, and spending even more time with a beautiful dame is not gonna be anything I’d turn down.”
“Least I can offer for one of our country’s brave boys.” You walked your fingers up the front of his buttoned jacket and made a display of straightening his tie, before turning and sauntering towards your little kitchenette. You pulled two glass tumblers out of your cupboard, and then moving to a second, retrieved your bottle of whisky. You saw Bucky’s eyebrow rise as you placed a healthy measure in each glass. You took a sip from yours, silently letting him know that you were no stranger to strong liquor, and then returned to his side, hips swinging.
He took the other glass from your hand, and you clinked them together.
“To festive cheer and new friends.”
“I can definitely drink to that, doll.”
Silence fell again as you both sipped your drinks, but it was less awkward and more electric, the previous tension now stronger and thrumming through your veins. You placed your near empty glass down on your coffee table.
“I hate to ask you for another favour, Bucky, but I wondered if you could light the fire for me. I’m just going to pop in the other room and get the things I need for decorating and what not…”
“Not a problem at all.” He placed his glass next to yours and walked round to your fireplace.
“The matches are on the mantle. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“I’ll be right here waiting, beautiful.”
Somehow you controlled yourself walking into your room, not giving away how excited you were. God, you hoped you were reading this right. Quickly you slipped out of your skirt and blouse, and gave yourself a quick wash under the arms from the jug of water you kept on your dresser. A spritz of perfume, a slick of lipstick and another primp of your hair and you were as ready as you were going to be. You took a deep breath and walked back out into your living room.
Bucky was kneeling in front of your fireplace, prodding at the big log he’d just put on to the burning kindling, trying to get it to catch. He’d removed his jacket and hat, the latter perching on top of the former that was folded over the arm of your slightly ratty sofa. You could see the play of the muscles of his back under his dress shirt, and imagined how they’d feel under your hands.
You walked closer until you stood right next to him. He turned his head and looked up at you, eyes wide as he took in your stocking covered legs, your satin french knickers and matching camisole.
“Are you still okay to help me with my stockings?” You lifted one foot and placed it on his knee. His hand gently captured your ankle and then slid up slowly, but surely up your thigh towards the fasteners.
“Those weren't the stockings I had in mind, doll, but I’m not gonna complain.”
And neither did you.
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“Ooooh, trying out a new look?." With Regina mills x female reader
Oh wow, this took me such a long time to get to. I'm sorry about that.
You hadn’t given much thought to the colour black before. It was just a colour. A simple colour. Just one in a rainbow. There were plenty of other colours that were just as good. There were plenty of other colours that you liked.
But saying that black was just a colour was like saying an apple was just a fruit.
At first, the black you wore was only for Regina’s eyes. No one knew, would never know, and you liked it that way. It was a secret between you and your queen, not for anyone else’s eyes. You preferred it that way.
It wasn’t until you realised that there was a part of Regina that enjoyed having others know, that she got security from having people know you were hers. Anything to ease her mind you would do. If she had to publicly lay claim to you, then so be it.
You stood, staring at yourself in the little black dress in the mirror, wondering if you were doing the right thing. You wanted to surprise Regina when you saw her later, but you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with all the comments from anyone else in town. Black was a big departure from your usually colourful wardrobe.
Strolling down the street you could see the heads turning, doing double takes as you passed by. You tugged on the hem of the skirt, feeling your face grow warm under the scrutiny of the townspeople. You didn’t like the scrutiny of strangers.
You found Regina standing outside Mr Gold’s shop, talking to Snow and Emma. Her face lit up as she saw you and she smiled brightly. You couldn’t help but smile back, ignoring the other two women completely. She held her hand out to you, threading her fingers through yours as she looked you over, her smile growing.
“Ooooh, trying a new look?”
You dragged your eyes away from Regina’s finding Emma smirking at you. She wiggled her eyebrows. You felt your face heat up under her scrutiny, averting your eyes down to your feet. Regina tugged on your hand. You looked up into her sparkling eyes, ignoring the smile that was playing at the corner of her lips.
“Ignore her,” she said, “you look beautiful.”
Your face felt as if it was on fire. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at the compliment. She squeezed your hand.
“Do you really like it?” It was hard to keep the self consciousness out of your voice.
“I love it,” she purred.
You felt your face heat up again, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. A slow smile spread over her face as she lent forward.
“And I’m sure I’ll love tearing it off you later,” she murmured.
You choked, spluttering as you tried to calm down. She chuckled under hear breath, drawing back from you again.
“I’ll be home later tonight,” she told you.
“Uh huh,” you said, nodding your head, trying to remember what you were doing before your head had been filled with thoughts of Regina.
She pressed her lips to your cheek. You gently touch the place they’d touched, your skin warm to the touch. You watched Regina walk away with Snow and Emma, already counting down the minutes when she’d be home.
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pairing: steve harrington x reader
word count: 863
notes: on the first day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... building a snowman with stranger things's steve!
christmas time in hawkins was a beautiful thing. the whole neighborhood was brightly lit, the falling snow made everything silent, and a friendly aura had settled over the town. and since it was getting darker much earlier, it was the perfect time to go for a walk and admire the lights. so, with your hand in your boyfriend’s, you set out on your walk. you were both bundled up in hats and scarves, puffy jackets and warm boots, and the snow crunched under your feet as you admired the flashy displays your neighbors had put on.
“oh, wow. look at this one!” you said, pointing towards a larger house. the front of the home was bedazzled with colorful lights, some of them blinking in a little pattern. the snow falling around you made them sparkle more, and steve squeezed your hand.
“that really is something, huh? take a look at that one.” he nudged you gently, and you looked at another glowing house. this display was less gaudy, but fun all the same. colorful lights made the home look cozy, and you smiled softly as you took it in.
“i can’t wait to have a home of my own to decorate,” you said as you continued your walk down the street.
“me, too. and a tree of my own to hang whatever ornaments on it that i want. doesn’t have to fit any kind of style, and it can have whatever handmade shits i want,” he said, and you laughed.
“that’s the spirit. ooh, look! out in the field. that’s untouched snow. let’s go make a snowman.”
“a snowman? don’t you think we’re a little old for that?”
“never. come on!”
you ran to the field of fresh snow, and steve followed behind you, chuckling quietly. this time of year always brought out the cheer in you, and if a snowman was what you wanted, a snowman was what you were going to get. together, you began to roll out a large snowball for the base, blowing snowflakes out of your face white others gathered in your hair. when steve gazed at you, he swore he saw an angel, with the way the faint glow from the houses behind you seemed the cast a halo above your head. he blinked a few times, then smiled and got back to helping you craft the perfect snowman. you rolled out a slightly smaller snowball for the middle, the two of you taking extra care to balance it on top of the base, and then you rolled out the head of your snowman with a chuckle.
“too bad we don’t have anything to decorate it with,” you said, and he shook his head.
“hold on a second.” steve went to look around, and he shortly came back with two sticks, and some acorns from the base of a nearby tree.
“might piss off a nearby squirrel, but he’ll get over it,” he said, and you laughed. he handed you a stick, and you both placed them into the sides for arms. then, you began to set the acorns into the top snowball for eyes and a mouth, and when you stepped back, you started to laugh.
“he’s got no nose!” you exclaimed, and he started to laugh, too.
“you know what? it suits him. makes him more unique,” he said, chuckling a bit. you nodded, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to tuck you into his side.
“you think some asshole kids are gonna come and knock him down soon?” he asked.
“probably. but that’s just the life cycle of a snowman, i suppose,” you replied.
he smiled and kissed your temple, but then gave you a gentle squeeze.
“babe, you’re freezing. guess we’ve been out here a lot longer than i expected. come on, let’s head back to my place, and we can sit by the fireplace and relax.”
you and steve walked back to his house, with you tucked a bit more into his side to keep warm. once back inside, you were pleased to see a fire already going, most likely courtesy of his father, and steve helped you settle onto the floor in a mess of blankets and cushions. he left to go make you both mugs of hot chocolate, and you snuggled into the blanket that was draped around your shoulders. when he came back, he carefully handed you the second mug, and he took a seat beside you, allowing you to set the blanket around him as well. you let your head rest on his shoulder as you warmed up, basking in the glow and heat of the fire while playing back the events of the night in your mind.
“you all right, babe?” you heard him ask, and you nodded.
“mhm, i’m just really glad we went out for a walk tonight, that’s all,” you replied softly, and he responded by pressed a kiss to your head.
“yeah, i’m glad we went out, too. i had a really nice time with you,” he said, and he took one of your hands in his and squeezed gently.
“same time tomorrow?” you asked, and he grinned.
“it’s a date."
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fluff#12 days of ficmas#steve harrington ficmas#ficmas 2023#lilacliquors ficmas 2023
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