#honestly kill him. yes for a third time

[icantbotherwithusernames]

i want him stoned in the town square

(why does tumblr make the quality so bad, i promise it’s better)

[cheftsunoda]

Hi!!! I adore your poly works so much so i was wondering if you could do a russell x reader x albon smau fic. But HEAR ME OUT george and reader have been dating for years (ever since he was in williams) and obvs are super close with alex to the point the three of them often playfully flirt and stuff, so everyone suspects something’s going on. And alex is obviously in love with both of them but reader and george think he’s just joking around until one day they realize alex loves them and they kinda love him too. So anyway they end up happily dating and everyone in the paddock is relieved lol.

about time — gr63 + aa23

smau + blurbs

george russell x !nurse norris reader x alex albon

yn and george have rarely existed as just a duo—because wherever they go, alex is never far behind. their so called third wheel, their partner in crime, their constant. what alex has kept hidden for years, though, are the deep feelings he harbors for both of them. he has convinced himself it’s better that way—safer to stay quiet, to play the role of the best friend, the flirty buffer. what he doesn’t know is that yn and george feel the same. and what none of them realize… is that everyone else already knows.

fc : jazmynmakenna on ig and used some pics of carms and lily

(a/n) : tyyyy for the love! such a cute idea <3

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yn_norris

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yn_norris : photo dump from an overworked, underpaid and tired nurse. (ft the necessary alex pic bc if i post a dump without him everyone assumes we had a friendship break up)

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alexalbon : i’m flattered to be included but i’d like to campaign for more than one photo next time. i’m the fan favorite.

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↳ yn_norris : i can make a whole account dedicated to you with how many pictures are in my alex folder

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↳ alexalbon : honestly that account might be more popular than your own

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↳ yn_norris : sassy king apocalypse has taken over the paddock. first, george, then lando and now you. sigh.

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↳ georgerussell63 : i prefer the term witty

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username00 : yn can both of your boyfriends fight?? i want you

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↳ yn_norris : george may be all posh and brit but he is ready to swing at anytime

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↳ yn_norris : and alex, my sweet little cinnamon bun, will quite literally not even kill a spider bc “it has a family too”

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↳ alexalbon : @/username00 i may not fight but i will send someone to your location that can.

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↳ username1 : the way she didn’t deny Alex was her boyfriend??? and instead called him a little cinnamon bun

lando : stop posting your aesthetic cute pictures from work. show the real you. like the gremlin I saw at the nurses station at 3 am when I brought you coffee. cheeto fingers, eye bags and all.

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↳ georgerussell63 : ive seen that 3am gremlin. id still risk it all. even with the cheeto dust

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↳ lando : you need help

↳ alexalbon : the cutest gremlin ive ever seen

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↳ lando : and you need even more help.

username0 : ynnnnnn. fave 2019 rookie??? (yes I am asking you to pick between your brother and both of your men)

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↳ yn_norris : legally i am required to say lando.

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↳ lando : damn right. i’ve got baby photos and blackmail material. tread carefully.

↳ yn_norris : but emotionally? alex. physically? george.

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↳ georgerussell63 : I won a category but I still feel like I lost

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↳ yn_norris : you won where it counts, baby. don’t be greedy.

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↳ lando : BARF. just say you love me the most and move on.

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franciscagomes : omg. cough. im sick. i need this smokin hot nurse to come take care of me rn😷🤭

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↳ yn_norris : omw! got something that’ll fix you right up bae 😈

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↳ pierregasly : HEY. you alr have two boyfriends. take your advice and don’t be greedy, norris.

↳ yn_norris : mind your business baldpine #1

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your pov

The fluorescent lights above me flickered one too many times as I signed out for the night. My back ached, my scrubs were wrinkled, and I was 97% sure there was dry formula in my hair. Twelve hours, four codes, and one toddler with a death grip on my ponytail later—I was done.

The sliding doors whooshed open and cold night air wrapped around me like a sigh. I blinked up at the parking lot, expecting the usual quiet walk to my car and maybe crying to a podcast on the way home.

But instead, parked in front of the hospital like they owned the place, were my boys.

George was leaning against the passenger side of Alex’s car, arms crossed and hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it for the last ten minutes. Alex was in the driver’s seat, scrolling through something on his phone with the windows down and music playing softly—my playlist.

“Hi!” George called when he spotted me, that big, exhausted grin of his lighting up his face. “We come bearing gifts.”

I didn’t even have the energy to be dramatic about it. I just dropped my bag to the ground and walked straight into George’s arms.

“I hate everyone except you two,” I mumbled into his chest.

“We know,” he laughed, kissing the top of my head. “That’s why we came prepared.”

Alex popped the trunk and hopped out. “Ta-da,” he said, gesturing like a magician.

Inside were— my favorite snacks including the weird gummy worms only one petrol station sells, an iced coffee from that place across town, a cozy hoodie I’d stolen from George and they’d returned freshly washed, and a heated blanket plugged into the car. There was even a tiny bottle of micellar water and cotton pads.

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered.

George grabbed my bag. Alex opened the car door for me. And without even asking, they handed me the coffee, tucked me into the blanket, and turned on the seat heater.

“You saved lives today,” Alex said, buckling me in. “We’re just here to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

George climbed into the backseat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Rest now, nurse. You’re off duty.”

I didn’t say anything—I just reached for both their hands. And for the first time that day, I breathed. The coffee cup was half-empty in my hand, my head resting on George’s shoulder, his thumb gently tracing circles over the back of my hand. Alex was humming along to the music—quiet, low, and warm—and I only caught snippets of their conversation as the car rolled through the near-empty streets.

At some point, my eyes fluttered shut. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but exhaustion settled into my bones like sand and the rhythm of their voices was just too soothing. The next thing I registered was the car slowing to a stop and the faint click of a seatbelt unbuckling. I think I mumbled something. Or tried to.

“Shh,” Alex whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “You’re okay, love. Go back to sleep.”

Then I felt it—his arms slipping beneath me, lifting me like I weighed nothing. The scent of his hoodie, the soft rumble of his voice close to my ear. George’s footsteps behind us. A door opening. Warmth. Home. I stirred slightly as he carried me up the stairs, but Alex just held me tighter.

“You guys didn’t have to come,” I slurred, barely audible.

George was ahead of us, flipping on the bedroom light, already pulling the covers back. “Shut up and let us love you,” he said with a sleepy smile.

Alex laid me down gently, brushing a kiss over my forehead before sitting on the edge of the bed to untie my shoes. George helped me out of my hoodie and pulled the blankets up around me with such tenderness I nearly cried.

“Come here,” I mumbled, blindly reaching for them.

They didn’t need asking twice. George slid in on my left, Alex on my right, both of them instantly folding around me like I was the center of the universe. My head rested on George’s chest, one hand tangled in Alex’s shirt. I felt safe. Held. Home.

“I’ve got early rounds tomorrow,” I murmured.

“We’ll set an alarm,” George whispered, already half-asleep.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” Alex added, rubbing my back in slow, lazy strokes.

I smiled, finally letting the last of the tension leave my body. Surrounded by the two people I loved most in the world, I fell asleep again—warm, safe, and exactly where I belonged.

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lando’s pov

It wasn’t that unusual not to hear from YN right after a shift—sometimes she passed out for hours, sometimes she called me mid-breakfast while still wearing her scrubs and eating cereal out of a measuring cup. But tonight… something felt off. I waited. And waited. No texts. No memes. No updates. Nothing.So naturally, I panicked like any good brother would. I used the spare key she pretends she doesn’t know I have.

Her apartment was dark and quiet, which would normally be comforting, except every light in the hallway was off and I could hear soft music playing from her bedroom. I dropped the takeout I brought for her on the kitchen counter, tiptoed toward the door, and slowly pushed it open—And froze.

There, tangled in her sheets, were both George and Alex. George was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, with YN tucked into his side. Alex was lying on her other side, awake and half-asleep, scrolling on his phone like this was completely normal.

Which, apparently, it was. They both looked up at me. Paused. I stared. Blinked. Held up a hand.

“Before I start yelling… is she alive?”

George gave me a sleepy smile. “Sleeping like a log.”

Alex waved, entirely too casual. “She fell asleep in the car. Long shift. We brought her back. I carried her in.”

I stared harder. “Why are you here?”

“I live ten minutes away and she fell asleep on me,” Alex said, shrugging. “And drooled on me. So it felt serious.”

“I’m going to kill you both,” I muttered.

Then YN stirred a little in her sleep, nuzzling closer to George, one of her hands fisting the fabric of Alex’s shirt like she was anchoring herself to him. And the worst part? They both melted. Alex immediately adjusted the blanket over her shoulder. George smoothed her hair back like it was instinct.

“Okay, never mind. I’m not gonna kill you,” I said, voice flat. “I’m gonna throw up.”

Alex gave me a look. “You brought food?”

I turned on my heel. “I’m leaving. This is cursed.”

George called after me, barely containing his laughter. “We’ll tell her you came for a visit, yeah?”

“Shut up!” I yelled from the hallway. “And I want the Tupperware back!”

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your pov

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not just from the blankets cocooned around me, or the sun peeking through the curtains, but from the steady rise and fall of George’s chest beneath my cheek. His arm was draped around my waist like a seatbelt, keeping me tucked against him, his breath slow and even against my hair. For a second, I let myself stay there—limbs tangled, heart full, sleep still clinging to the edges of my mind. Then the scent hit me. Coffee. Toast. Something vaguely maple-y. Something… Alex. I smiled before my eyes even opened fully.

George stirred behind me, shifting just enough to press a kiss to my shoulder. “Mmm. Morning, baby.”

“Morning,” I mumbled, voice still scratchy. “Alex is cooking.”

There was a pause. Then George snorted, pulling me closer again. “God help us.”

I giggled into his chest, burying my face against his skin. “He’s gotten better.”

“He literally burned oatmeal.”

“I like my oatmeal crispy,” I murmured, and he groaned.

“You’re just biased because he worships you.”

From the kitchen, we could hear Alex singing softly under his breath. I recognized the song—it was the one I always played when I was making breakfast for them. My heart tugged a little at the sound. Everything about this moment felt so us.

George yawned. “We can go help him in a minute.”

“I’m comfy.”

“I’m not moving.”

“I might love you.”

He kissed my hair. “Might?”

Another clatter from the kitchen. A muffled “I’m fine!” from Alex.

I smiled again. “Okay, do you want him to burn the place down?”

George groaned, finally stretching. “Fine. But only because I think he’s trying to make the fancy eggs you like and I don’t trust him with a whisk.”

He rolled out of bed with all the grace of a sleepy golden retriever and offered me his hand. I took it, still wrapped in blankets, and shuffled behind him like a burrito.

We walked into the kitchen to find Alex—shirt rumpled, hair a mess—very proudly plating something that resembled food.

“I made breakfast!” he announced, holding up a pan with far too much confidence.

“You made smoke,” George replied, rubbing at his eyes.

“I made love in breakfast form,” Alex argued.

I leaned into the doorframe and smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. “You guys are idiots.”

Alex turned and grinned at me. “But we’re your idiots.”

God help me—I really was in love with both of them.

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I was halfway through my very questionably cooked eggs, still wearing George’s t-shirt and wrapped in the blanket I’d dragged from the bed, when I realized both of them were staring at me. Too intently.

“What?” I asked through a mouthful. “Do I have egg on my face?”

“No,” George said slowly, smiling like he was up to something.

Alex was practically vibrating with excitement. “You know how you thought you had a shift today?”

I froze. “Yeah…”

George reached behind him and grabbed my phone, placing it on the table like it was a trap. “Check your schedule.”

I raised an eyebrow, swiped it open, and blinked.

[Schedule updated – you are no longer working today.]

“What. Did. You. Do.”

Alex gasped. “Excuse you. We did something wonderful.”

George took my plate before I could throw it. “We may or may not have called in a favor with the scheduling supervisor. Something about ‘nurse burnout statistics.’”

I stared at them.

“You manipulated hospital management?”

George shrugged. “You work so hard, love. You never take a real break. You needed one.”

“And we figured,” Alex added, holding up a duffel bag triumphantly, “why waste a perfectly good day off when we can turn it into an adventure?”

I blinked, still processing.

“We have a full itinerary,” George said proudly. “Spa appointment at noon, your favorite bakery at 1:30, then we’re going to the zoo, then driving out of the city for a little bit.”

Alex wiggled his brows. “Picnic included. And a disposable camera. And George packed the card game you always cheat at.”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. Tried not to cry into the blanket.

“You canceled my shift and planned a perfect day because…?”

“Because we love you, dummy,” Alex said, stepping forward to kiss my forehead.

“Because you take care of everyone else all the time,” George added, arms wrapping around my waist from behind. “Now it’s our turn.”

I just stood there, overwhelmed, two sets of arms wrapped around me, my face squished between kisses and soft fabric.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Let me go shower and find something cute to wear.”

Alex lit up. “Matching outfits???”

“Let’s not push it,” I muttered, hiding a smile as I slipped out of their arms.

Still—the warmth stayed. A day off. My boys. A field of sunflowers. I couldn’t have dreamed up anything better.

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I’ve never been so clean and so judged at the same time. George was wearing a robe like it was custom-tailored to his soul—relaxed, smug, prince energy radiating off him like mist from the eucalyptus steam room. Alex, on the other hand, had immediately broken every spa rule known to man. He wore the complimentary slippers with socks, brought in his own music, and accidentally drank my infused water because “it tastes better than the one they gave him.” 

“You’re impossible,” I said as he handed me back my empty lemon-cucumber glass.

“You love me,” he shot back, laying across the lounge chair next to mine like a sleepy golden retriever.

George leaned over from his own chair and brushed a kiss to my temple. “To be fair, yours had more cucumbers than his did.” 

“Traitor.”

George smiled. “You’re glowing. I’d do anything to see you this relaxed.”

I sank deeper into the plush chair, wrapped in my robe, skin still warm from the facial I just got, and sighed. “Okay, maybe I’m not mad about this surprise.”

“Maybe?” Alex gasped dramatically. “Ma’am, you moaned during your massage.”

“I did not—”

“You definitely did,” George nodded. “I was on the next table. Thought I’d have to ask them to stop before it became inappropriate.”

“I hate both of you.”

“Lies,” they said in unison, and I couldn’t help it—I burst out laughing.

Alex shifted closer and gently placed a hand over mine, a rare moment of calm settling in. “You really needed this, YN.”

George’s thumb ran along my wrist. “You give so much. You forget to keep anything for yourself.”

I blinked.

“I’m okay, you know?” I whispered. “Just tired.”

“And we’re here,” George said softly. “Always.”

“We’re gonna spoil the hell out of you today,” Alex added, grinning. “And then maybe make George pay for dinner later. Princesses shouldn’t have to open her wallet.”

I laughed again and squeezed both their hands.

There was something so safe in the way they looked at me—in the way they’d planned all this just to see me breathe. For once, I wasn’t rushing. I wasn’t on edge or bracing for a night shift or another exhausting day. I was just… here. Loved. At peace.

“Okay,” I said, straightening up with mock determination. “What’s next? Body wrap? More lemon water? Can someone fan me like a Roman empress?”

Alex was already reaching for the complimentary spa fan. “Your wish, my queen.”

George rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. And so was I.

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The spa glow hadn’t even worn off yet by the time we pulled up to my favorite little corner bakery—the one with the pastel pink awning, the windows always fogged from fresh bread, and the dangerously addictive almond croissants.

Alex practically fell out of the car when he spotted the sign. “This is the one, right? The croissants that made you cry that one time?”

“Stop bringing that up,” I groaned.

George looked at me in the rearview mirror with the same smug grin he always wore when he was about to say something unserious. “I’ve never seen a pastry make someone so emotional.”

“That’s because you’ve never had one warmed up with the honey drizzle,” I mumbled, grabbing my bag and sliding out of the car. “Life-changing.”

Alex gasped. “You didn’t tell me there was a drizzle.”

Inside, it smelled like sugar and cinnamon and heaven itself. The display case was full of the usual suspects—flaky croissants, jam-filled danishes, tiny cakes decorated like art. There was an elderly French woman working behind the counter, and the moment she saw me, her face lit up.

“Ah! La petite infirmière!” she said cheerfully.

“I come here on my breaks sometimes,” I explained as she greeted me with a warm smile. “And maybe… after night shifts. And sometimes before them.”

“She knows your order by heart,” Alex whispered, eyes wide. “You’re a legend.”

George leaned in. “She also called you her favorite. I’m a little offended.”

Ten minutes later, we walked out with a box stacked full of pastries, coffee orders in hand, and Alex already halfway through his second croissant.

“Okay, but this is ridiculous,” he said through a mouthful. “There’s almond paste. There’s honey. There’s flake. I would die for this.”

“You said that about my pancakes last week,” George muttered.

“Yeah, well, this is sexier.”

I laughed, leaning into George’s side as we walked. “He’s not wrong.”

George huffed dramatically, stealing a sip of my coffee. “Unbelievable. I take you to a spa, plan a whole day, and you betray me for a baked good.”

“You’ll live.”

Alex nudged George from the other side. “Don’t worry, Georgie. You’re my favorite man. The croissant’s my favorite object. Very different categories.”

“You two are so stupid,” I said, grinning like an idiot as we reached the car again. “But like. The cute kind of stupid.”

They both smiled at me then—this warm, knowing, love-drunk kind of look that made me want to pause time.

“I really don’t deserve either of you,” I said softly, not even meaning to say it out loud.

George pulled me into a hug, holding me against him. “You deserve the world.”

“And a third croissant,” Alex added, already holding it out for me like an offering.

God help me—I think I loved them more than I loved that pastry. And that was saying something.

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I don’t know whose idea it was to go to the zoo—probably Alex’s, considering the way he literally sprinted toward the penguin enclosure like it was a life or death mission.

“THEY’RE WEARING TUXEDOS,” he yelled, pointing through the glass. “LOOK AT THEM. DAPPER LITTLE MEN.”

George and I stood behind him, coffees in hand, trying not to laugh.

“He’s been like this since the flamingos,” George whispered to me. “He thinks they’re judging him.”

“They are judging him,” I said, sipping my drink. “They saw his sock-and-sandal combo and had thoughts.”

George leaned over and kissed the side of my head. “You look happy.”

“I am happy,” I admitted quietly. “You two are insane, but you’re my kind of insane.”

Alex finally turned around, eyes wide behind his sunglasses. “Guys. I need a penguin. For my apartment.”

“No,” George and I said at the same time.

“But what if we built a little arctic section in the bathtub—”

“Absolutely not,” I cut in. “You almost flooded the kitchen trying to recreate Finding Nemo last month. Remember?”

Alex pouted but took my hand as we walked to the next exhibit. He held it casually, like he always had—but something in me shifted when George reached out and linked his fingers with mine on the other side. Like… I was surrounded. Anchored. Loved. The three of us squeezed together in front of the red panda habitat, leaning on the railing, giggling at the way one of them tried to climb the fence and immediately fell asleep mid-effort.

“It’s giving YN post-night shift,” Alex said solemnly.

“It’s giving you after two mimosas,” George replied.

They bickered. I leaned my head on George’s shoulder. Alex looped his arm around my back. We stood like that for a long moment—quiet, warm, weirdly soft in the middle of a zoo full of screaming children and overpriced hot dogs.

“Okay, serious question,” I said. “If we were zoo animals, what would we be?”

George hummed. “You’d be a koala. Cute, sleepy, deceptively mean when provoked.”

I nodded. “That’s fair.”

Alex grinned. “George is a flamingo.”

George turned to him, affronted. “Excuse me?”

“Tall. Pink. A little awkward but elegant when he tries.”

George opened his mouth. Closed it. “Okay. Not… the worst comparison.”

I tilted my head at Alex. “And you?”

“Golden retriever that got into the lemur enclosure.”

We laughed so hard we nearly doubled over. The sun was starting to dip by the time we reached the exit, arms linked, bellies full of zoo snacks and heads full of ridiculous animal facts. Alex was still insisting we could totally adopt a capybara. George glanced over at me while Alex argued with a souvenir stand employee about whether or not the penguin plushies were “accurate to scale.”

“You’re glowing again,” he murmured.

“Must be the zoo energy,” I whispered back. “Or maybe just the fact that I’m with the two best boys in the world.”

George smiled so softly it made my heart ache. Alex returned, holding three matching penguin keychains.

“For the polycule,” he said with a wink.

I didn’t correct him.

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The drive out of the city was full of bad singing, shared snacks, and the kind of laughter that made your cheeks hurt. By the time we pulled into the clearing—golden fields stretching into forever, sunflowers towering in gentle rows—I couldn’t even remember what stress felt like. It was quiet. Warm. The kind of place that smelled like wildflowers and safety.

“This is so unfair,” I whispered as I stepped out of the car, sunlight immediately spilling across my skin. “You two are trying to make me cry.”

George gave me a small smile, arms crossed, leaning against the car door like a smug Pinterest boyfriend. “We’re succeeding.”

Alex popped the trunk with a flourish. “We brought everything. Blanket, food, Polaroid, a Bluetooth speaker, and George’s deeply questionable taste in picnic wine.”

“It’s French,” George muttered, already spreading the blanket out in the soft grass.

“It’s gross,” Alex replied.

“Both of you shut up and feed me,” I said, flopping onto the blanket and pulling off my shoes with a groan. “I’m the exhausted nurse princess today. I get fed grapes and kissed every ten minutes.”

Alex plopped down beside me and held out a strawberry. “Your wish, my love.”

George sat on my other side and kissed my cheek. “Only ten minutes?”

I didn’t even bother hiding my grin as I leaned against George, resting my legs across Alex’s lap. They unpacked everything while I just… existed. Sun warming my face. Birds chirping somewhere in the trees. Their soft voices filling the silence.

They made me a little plate. Fed me things I didn’t ask for. Wiped the honey off my chin. Snapped Polaroids when I wasn’t looking.

“You know this feels fake, right?” I mumbled eventually, eyes half-lidded behind my sunglasses. “Like I’m dreaming.”

George rested his chin on my shoulder. “It’s very real.”

Alex tossed a grape into his own mouth and missed. “And very underappreciated. I did all the logistics.”

“You picked the playlist,” George said.

“Exactly.”

I laughed, rolling onto my side so I could look at both of them. “Thank you. For all of this.”

Alex shrugged like it was no big deal.  ”It’s nice to remind you that you’re allowed to be taken care of too.”

At some point, I curled up with my head in George’s lap, Alex tracing soft patterns along my ankle. We watched the clouds drift lazily by. Took turns naming them. George said one looked like a giraffe; Alex said it looked like Esteban in a hat.

“I could stay here forever,” I whispered.

Neither of them said anything. They didn’t have to. Alex gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, and George leaned down to kiss my temple. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

—

The apartment was quiet. Not silent exactly—just quiet in that strange way it always was after Alex left. Like the energy had shifted. Like something warm had been packed up and carried out with him. George was curled up on the couch, hoodie sleeves pushed over his knuckles, eyes following the end credits of a movie neither of us had really paid attention to. I sat cross-legged on the other end, wearing one of his sweatshirts and sipping lukewarm tea, my brain loud despite the calm.

“I miss him,” I said quietly, without meaning to.

George looked over at me. Not surprised. Just… waiting.

“I mean,” I started again, voice barely above a whisper, “he left twenty minutes ago. That’s ridiculous.”

George didn’t tease me. He just gave me that soft little smile that always made me feel seen. “It’s not ridiculous.”

I set my tea down and tucked my legs under myself, heart in my throat. “Do you ever feel like… we’ve just kind of been pretending we don’t know?”

George blinked slowly, brows furrowed. “Know what?”

I met his eyes. My hands were shaking.

“That we love him.”

The air shifted. George didn’t move for a long moment. He just stared at me like he was re-learning the shape of me, the sound of my voice, the weight of the truth between us.

Then, so quietly I almost missed it, he said, “Yeah.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Yeah?”

He nodded, eyes still fixed on me. “Yeah. I think… I’ve been in love with him for longer than I knew what to call it. And I’ve been scared that saying it out loud would break this… us.”

“It won’t,” I said immediately, because it couldn’t. “It won’t, George.”

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. “He’s you, in a different shape. He’s home. Just like you are.”

I felt my eyes well up and didn’t bother hiding it. “I thought I was crazy for feeling it. For wanting… more. Wanting the two of you, together.”

George got up and crossed the room, sinking to the floor in front of me. He rested his head in my lap, eyes closed, and reached for my hand.

“You’re not crazy,” he murmured. “You’re just brave.”

I kissed the top of his head, held him there like maybe that would keep everything from slipping.

“I don’t know what happens next,” I whispered.

George looked up at me, and for the first time all day, he looked a little less tired.

“We tell him,” he said. “We tell him everything.”

I nodded, a tear slipping down my cheek.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s tell him.”

—

alex’s pov

I shouldn’t have left. I told them I was tired, which wasn’t a lie—but it wasn’t the reason either. I left because if I stayed a second longer, I was going to say something I couldn’t take back. Something real. Something like, I’m in love with both of you and I don’t know how to stop. The apartment feels cold. Quiet. Too still without YN’s soft laughter echoing down the hallway or George’s voice calling me an idiot when I steal the last pastry. I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like it holds answers, arms crossed over my chest like they’re supposed to keep me from unraveling. I can still see them. YN, eyes sleepy and smile soft, curled into George’s side while her fingers found mine under the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world. George, reaching over her to fix my collar like he always does, like it means nothing.

But it does. God, it does. Every touch, every shared look, every morning coffee and middle-of-the-night text—it all means something. To me, at least. I roll over, bury my face in the pillow, and groan. I feel like I’m going to explode under the weight of everything I’ve never said. I’m in love with her. I’m in love with him. There. I said it—finally let it out like it might make the ache easier. It doesn’t.

I’ve been in love with them for longer than I want to admit. At first, it was just YN—her laugh, her mind, the way she always noticed when I was having a bad day without me saying a word. Then it was George, slowly and all at once—his dry humor, his ridiculous patience, the way he always let me in even when he didn’t say much. They’re together. They have each other. And I’ve always been… the extra. The best friend. The third wheel with the jokes and the camera and the conveniently empty passenger seat. And I thought that would be enough. That maybe just being near them would be okay. But it’s not.

Because every time YN falls asleep on my shoulder and George hands me something and his fingers linger on mine for a few seconds more than necessary, it feels like they see me. Like I belong with them. And that’s the part I can’t stop thinking about. What if I do? What if they felt it too? I let out a shaky breath and cover my face with my hands.

No. That’s dangerous thinking. That’s hope. And hope is a terrible thing when you’re the one standing outside the door, watching the light through the window, pretending you don’t wish it was your home too. I turn off the lamp and lie there in the dark, pretending sleep will come. Pretending I can keep pretending.

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your pov

I couldn’t sleep. George was out cold beside me, one arm slung across my waist like it belonged there—and it did. But my thoughts were too loud, too insistent. It was still warm from the sun we’d soaked in earlier. My skin still smelled like strawberries and sunscreen and Alex’s cologne from when he hugged me goodbye. I’d watched him walk down the hallway with that quiet smile he wore when he was hiding how tired he was. How sad he was. I could feel the space he left behind like a ghost.

I shifted gently, brushing George’s hair back and whispering, “Babe… wake up.”

He blinked slowly, confused, warm. “You okay?”

I nodded. “We have to go.”

He sat up a little, still sleepy. “Go where?”

I looked at him, really looked at him, and he understood before I had to say it.

“To him,” I whispered. “We have to go to him.”

George smiled, soft and sad and full of something like relief. “Yeah. We do.”

We didn’t text or call. We just showed up. Alex opened the door in an oversized hoodie and pajama pants, hair sticking up on one side, eyes puffy like he hadn’t slept much either. He looked at the two of us standing there and immediately tried to smile, to laugh it off.

“What?” he said, voice hoarse. “You miss me already?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I walked in, and George followed, closing the door behind us like he was afraid we’d lose the courage if we waited another second.

Alex turned to face us, confused now. “What’s going on?”

And then I said it.

“I love you.”

His face shifted, just slightly. Eyes darting between us, trying to read whether it was a joke, a trap, a bit. His hands curled into the sleeves of his hoodie.

“YN—”

“I love you, Alex. Not just as my best friend. Not just because you’re funny or good or always there. I’m in love with you. I have been. For so long it’s not even something I can explain anymore. It’s just part of me.”

I took a shaky breath, and George stepped forward beside me, his hand grazing mine.

“And I love you too,” George said, steady as ever. “I was afraid to say it out loud. Afraid it would change things. But it already has, hasn’t it?”

Alex didn’t say anything. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. His eyes were glassy.

I reached for him, fingers brushing his sleeve. “We didn’t know how to tell you. We didn’t even know what we were feeling, for a long time. But you’ve always been the third piece of us, Alex. Not a third wheel. A third piece. And I think we’ve both known that for a while.”

Still nothing. So I kept talking, voice shaking now. “Every time you leave, the apartment feels wrong. Every time you smile at me or tease George, it feels like home. I miss you when you’re in the same room but not touching me. I love you and I’m scared and I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

He let out a sharp breath like he’d been holding it since we walked in.

“You’re serious,” he said finally, voice cracking. “You’re both… serious?”

George smiled, that little crooked grin he only ever gave when he was feeling vulnerable. “I’d ask if you want to join our weird little couple, but I think we already claimed you. We just forgot to tell you.”

That broke him. Alex laughed and cried at the same time, and I swear my heart cracked open watching it. I stepped into him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he collapsed into me like he’d been waiting his whole life to be held like that. George hugged us both from behind, his arms strong and steady, and for a second none of us said anything. We just breathed. We just were.

“I thought I was imagining it,” Alex whispered against my hair. “All the time. I thought I was the joke.”

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You were never the joke. You were always the answer.”

George kissed the back of his shoulder, murmuring, “Took us long enough, huh?”

Alex looked between us, eyes still wet, but smiling now—really smiling.

“You guys are so dumb,” he said, laughing through his tears. “I love you both. So much it’s stupid.”

“I know,” I said, smiling back. “But now you don’t have to pretend anymore.”

We stayed wrapped up in each other in the middle of his living room, swaying like the world had stopped spinning, like everything finally made sense. And for the first time in a long, long time, I wasn’t tired anymore. I was home.

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f1gossipgirls : 3 recent moments that prove Alex Albon and YN Norris are absolutely in love—and that he’s very much involved in the long term relationship between her and George Russell. Listen, we’ve all joked about the YN–George–Alex dynamic being more than just close friends… but at this point, the receipts are stacking. Here are just a few moments that have the internet collectively screaming. 1. At the last race weekend, YN and Alex were spotted walking together through the paddock—nothing new. But what was new? The way she looked at him like he hung the damn stars. She was also seen multiple times with her hand wrapped around his or holding onto his arm like it was second nature. 2. In a recent behind-the-scenes Williams video, there’s a blink and you’ll miss it shot of Alex looking at YN with literal heart eyes. We’re talking soft, lovestruck, completely gone. Like sir, blink twice if you’re in love with your best friends. 3. Ahead of the next Grand Prix, the two were seen at the airport where Alex was pulling YN along on her suitcase—yes, like a scene out of a romcom—while she rested her head on his hand. He looked like he won the lottery. And honestly? So did she. Whatever’s going on here… we support it fully. Let us know your thoughts. Are they all in love? Is Alex part of the softest throuple in F1 history? Is this the plot of a fanfic come to life? Because either way, we are so here for it. 🫶

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username0 : charles and lando in the likes i can’t.

username1 : alex pulling yn on her suitcase while george is probably two feet away filming it and giggling??? i need a minute

username5 : remember when people thought alex was third wheeling? turns out we were just watching a love story unfold

username7 : the way alex looks at yn like she’s made of sunlight and the way george looks at both of them like they hung the moon… i’m SOBBING

username10 : i’m not even asking them to confirm it. just keep posting the domestic bliss. i’m FED

username11 : imagine being yn and waking up between george russell and alex albon. i’d simply never recover.

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Alex was tracing lazy shapes into the back of my hand. George had one arm slung around my shoulders, fingers absentmindedly twisting the ends of my hair. We’d been sitting like this for ages—content, quiet, safe. And yet, I could feel the unspoken thoughts hanging in the air like dust in the sunlight.

“I’ve been thinking…” I started softly, breaking the silence. Both boys turned toward me immediately, eyes kind. “I know we’ve been keeping this—us—private. And it’s been really nice, just having it to ourselves. But… part of me wants people to know.”

Alex blinked slowly, then smiled, just barely. “You mean, like… going public?”

George leaned in closer, nuzzling into my shoulder. “You’re ready for that?” he murmured.

I nodded. “I think so. I mean, it’s not like we owe anyone an explanation, but… I also don’t want to hide something that makes me this happy. You guys—” I laughed a little, nerves bubbling up. “You’re both the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And it feels like we’re pretending when we’re out there.”

George pressed a kiss to my temple. “I feel the same,” he said, voice gentle. “I’ve been thinking about it too. But I didn’t want to pressure either of you. Especially you, Alex.”

Alex looked between us, eyes a little wide, a little watery. “I—yeah. I think I’ve always been scared, honestly. Of how people would see me. Us. But then I watch you two with me—how kind you are, how normal this feels—and I stop being afraid for a while.”

I leaned over and took his hand, threading my fingers through his. “You don’t have to be scared,” I whispered. “You never have to be scared with us.”

George nodded. “We’re in this together. Fully. If people talk, they talk. But we know the truth. We love each other. That’s all that matters.”

Alex’s shoulders dropped like he’d been holding his breath for days.

“Okay,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Then let’s do it. Let’s show them what love looks like.”

I laughed, heart full to the brim. “God, they’re going to lose their minds.”

“Oh, they are,” George smirked. “But we’ve already won.”

Alex leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then George’s. “So… who’s writing the caption?”

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It was a perfect morning. Alex was still, arm lazily draped across my waist. George was scrolling through his phone with that little sleepy smile he always got when reading sweet comments, and I was somewhere in the middle of the world—blissfully cocooned in sheets, coffee on the bedside table, surrounded by the two loves of my life. And then the knocking started. Knocking that quickly escalated into pounding. And yelling.

“OPEN THE DAMN DOOR. I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

I blinked. “Is that…?”

Alex groaned and yanked the blanket over his face. “God, please let it be fire alarm drills and not Lando Norris with a knife.”

George sighed. “It is definitely Lando.” 

George got up reluctantly, muttering something about regretting knowing Lando. He barely had time to unlock the door before it slammed open and my brother stormed in. Behind him? Charles, Carlos, Pierre, and Esteban—each looking like this was a full-on intervention.

Lando immediately shouted, “YOU.”

He pointed at Alex like he was about to be tried in court.

“You hard-launched. You emotionally traumatized Twitter and ME. And you didn’t even warn anyone?!”

Alex, peeking out from under the covers, managed a sheepish, “Surprise?”

Charles flopped into the armchair like he’d just run a race. “I knew it. I’ve been saying it for MONTHS. The hand-holding. The months of soft launching and I was laughed at.”

Carlos was pacing. I swear to God, pacing.

“Do you know how many Notes app entries I have? I had a theory chart. A timeline. Receipts. I was INVESTED.”

“Wait,” I sat up. “You had a timeline?”

Carlos showed me. It was color-coded. I honestly didn’t know whether to be flattered or alarmed. Pierre, casually raiding our minibar, popped open a tiny bottle of champagne like this was some kind of victory. “About time, poly trio. Santé.”

Lando whirled on me.

“And YOU! My SISTER. You didn’t think to tell me that you were out here in love with two drivers? Under my nose?!”

I shrugged, attempting innocence. “You’re dramatic. You’d have live-tweeted it.”

“I WOULDN’T HAVE—” he paused. “Okay, fair.”

Charles, still draped across the chair, nodded. “He does have a very specific meltdown tone.”

George returned to the bed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, watching the chaos with mild amusement. “You guys act like we planned this.”

Esteban handed George a croissant. “Didn’t you though? With, like… all the longing stares and Alex sleeping over constantly?”

Alex sat up, rubbing his face. “For the record, I didn’t sleep over constantly.”

Lando shook his head, “Bro. You were wearing George’s shirt at breakfast in Barcelona.”

And then Carlos chimed in, “And YN’s fuzzy socks. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Pierre returned with snacks. “So… are we getting a couple name now? Throuple? Triad? Love triangle but healthy edition?”

George sighed, “Please. No.”

Charles chimed in, “I vote ‘Algeoyn.’”

Alex mutters, “You just made us sound like a dinosaur.”

Then there was a blessed moment of peace… until Lando sat down heavily, frowning at me.

“I’m not mad. I’m not. I just…” He paused dramatically and looked into my eyes. 

“If either of them hurts you, I will crash a scooter into both of them and it will not be an accident.”

“You crashed last week because you were texting.”

“UNRELATED.”

Everyone was laughing at that point—Carlos already halfway through a bag of chips, George was showing Esteban pictures from the Zoo trip, Charles and Lando had snatched Carlos’ phone to examine the timeline he made. Alex leaned into me, whispering, “This is kind of perfect, isn’t it?”

I looked around the room—at my brother trying to act tough, at my boys watching me like I was the only thing in the world, and at our chaotic paddock family crashing our soft Sunday.

I smiled. “Yeah. Kind of is.”

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[kxsagi]

1 last req from me :3

Bllk boys with a dominant strong (not meant in a kinky way..) s/o who when they cause trouble will not only threaten to put them on a leash on them but will go through with it. Like she will not hesitate to treat them like a dog if they annoy her. ( pls kaiser, shidou and karasu + whoever you want.)

This idea was inspired by the German song böser junge by ikkimel...

“𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘!! 𝐚𝐫𝐟!”

a/n: i love this

need to teach men how to behave these days 🙄

ft. kaiser michael, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, ness alexis

kaiser michael

he’s smug until he’s not. 

honestly, he lives for being annoying, like poking your cheek repeatedly while you’re trying to read, or blowing kisses while shirtless after a workout like he’s doing you a favor. but the second you pause, look him dead in the eye, and say “keep going and i’m putting a leash on you again,” he falters. slightly. 

he definitely says “you wouldn’t dare,” because he’s all bark. 

and then 10 minutes later, you’ve got a designer collar around his neck – custom-made, gold-plated, with “k. michael – property of his girlfriend” engraved on it. 

he glares. you smile. he grumbles, “this is so humiliating,” as you walk him around the house, leash in hand. 

but the moment you call him a good boy? oh he’s blushing. he denies it, but he’s down so horrendously bad for your dominance that he wears the collar even when you’re not home. 

if anyone else tried this, he’d throw hands. with you? he barks on command. (but only for you. only you.) 

shidou ryusei

see, the problem is… he’s too into it. 

you threaten him with a leash and he straight up grins like you offered to make out. “do it. i dare you. choke me a little, too–” “ryu. i’m not doing this for fun. this is because you tried to light the toaster on fire.” “… i said it was an experiment.” 

he gets leashed a lot. because he causes chaos a lot. but he somehow enjoys the leash too much. he’ll nuzzle your shoulder like a damn golden retriever and wag his metaphorical tail. 

worst part? he barks in public. loudly. 

once you clipped the leash to his collar and he moaned. like theatrically. “nghhh yes, mistress–” 

you smacked him upside the head. he wagged harder. 

you're 98% sure he annoys you on purpose just to get put on the leash. so you made him wear pink glittery ears next time. now he behaves. mostly. 

karasu tabito

this man tests limits for sport. 

you’re arguing over him skipping his cooldown stretches when he mutters “what are you gonna do, leash me?” 

your silence is his doom. five minutes later, he’s getting dragged around your apartment like an unruly puppy while protesting, “yo, this is slander. i’m a catboy, not a dog.” 

you add a bell to the collar. 

karasu is a menace but he respects power, and when you glare at him across the room with the leash looped around your finger, he shuts up real quick. 

… unless there are people around. 

in which case he loudly says, “you’re such a responsible owner, babe. make sure to take me for walks twice a day.” 

he gets smacked with a rolled-up magazine and immediately whines like you killed him. 

but when he actually messes up and you leash him without a word? he walks behind you quietly like a guilty little mutt. tail between his legs. metaphorically. mostly. 

itoshi rin

you warned him. you warned him multiple times. but nooo, rin just had to act like he wasn’t the most leashable man alive. 

"you can't control me," he mutters while knocking over your iced coffee for the third time this week. 

you make direct eye contact. say nothing. walk away. rin thinks he’s in the clear. 

until you return five minutes later with the black leather leash he thought you threw out, and you wordlessly clasp it onto his hoodie collar and yank. 

“let’s go.” “where–” “obedience school.” 

he’s speechless. you’re dragging him to the grocery store like it’s completely normal. 

some woman compliments your “well-behaved pet.” he nearly combusts on the spot. 

he refuses to speak for the whole trip. but he lets you hold the leash. 

you catch him later secretly googling "can a leash ruin your public image" and "leash-safe materials for sensitive skin." 

his pride may be in shambles, but his heart? totally, absolutely yours. 

itoshi sae

you say “if you say one more sarcastic thing i’m gonna put you on a leash.” 

he smirks. says, “oh no, how will i ever recover.” 

next thing he knows, there’s a gold-plated collar around his neck with “sae itoshi – belongs to his gf and no one else” engraved on it. 

you even bedazzled it. you literally made it sparkle. 

he blinks. “is this a punishment or a kink?” 

you tug the leash with zero emotion. “neither. you just don’t shut up.” 

he glares at you the whole time you make him sit on the couch and listen to your TED talk on “why you can’t keep ghosting your nutritionist.” 

sae looks like he’s being held hostage. but he doesn’t take off the leash. even worse, he later adjusts it himself. like. tightens it. you raise a brow. 

“… was falling off,” he grumbles. 

he never admits it, but the leash keeps him weirdly calm. like. weirdly obedient. he might’ve even purred when you called him a good boy. (you have video proof. use it wisely.) 

isagi yoichi

you’ve never seen a man panic so fast. all you did was jokingly pull the leash out after he droned on for twenty-five straight minutes about high press tactics. 

"yoichi," you say sweetly. "if you love the ball so much, maybe i should treat you like a soccer-obsessed golden retriever." 

he goes full blue screen. "NO. I CAN CHANGE." 

but it’s too late. you've already attached the leash, wrapped it around your hand, and gently tugged. 

he squawks. like, audibly. isagi.exe has crashed. 

you drag him across the living room floor while he flails and whines like a soggy towel. 

you sit on the couch and pat your lap. "c’mere." 

he hesitates. then. he obeys. and now he's curled up like a little loaf, wearing your hoodie and trying not to make eye contact. 

"this is character assassination," he mumbles. 

you scratch his head and call him your good boy. he starts vibrating. 

later that night, you find him looking up leash reviews on amazon. 

“no reason,” he insists, blushing violently. 

mikage reo

he tries to sass you one time after practice. 

"wow, you really woke up girlbossing today, huh?" 

you don't respond. just quietly pull a satin purple leash out of your bag and raise an eyebrow. 

“wait. no. babe. baby. sweetheart. angel. light of my life. this is public defamation.” 

clip. the collar is on. he’s now on a leash. reo.exe has stopped working. 

you walk into the gym lobby holding it, and everyone stares. reo covers his face with his entire duffel bag. 

someone whistles. someone else claps. karasu takes a picture. 

he’s whining like, “i am a billionaire. a respected man. i drive a bugatti.” you go “a bugatti with a leash on.” 

he sulks all day, but doesn’t take it off. later, he asks if it comes in velvet. 

you order five more in different colors. he ranks them by outfit compatibility. 

nagi seishiro

you only used the leash because nothing else worked. 

you begged him to get off the couch for four hours. you tried bribing. threatening. promising him snacks. nothing. so finally, you loop the leash through his hoodie and yank. 

he grunts. “ow. so aggressive.” "get up." "no." “get. up.” “fine.” 

he stands. walks. but like. zombie shuffles. he drags his feet on purpose to make it harder. 

you tug again. “faster.” he groans. “can i just teleport.” 

you eventually plop him on a bench at the park to get sun. he lays across it like a fainting victorian child. 

then mutters, “this is comfy. i’m never moving again.” 

you say nothing. just dangle the leash like a warning. his eyes narrow. 

“… i hate it here,” he pouts. 

but later he’s wearing the leash while playing mobile games on your lap. 

“just leave it on,” he yawns. “too lazy to take it off.” 

sure, nagi. sure. 

ness alexis

because he enabled the menace. that’s why. 

he watched kaiser try to swordfight with golf clubs in the kitchen and didn’t stop him. you caught them mid-duel. 

"alexis," you say slowly, "get the leash." 

his soul leaves his body. “you can’t be serious.” 

you snap your fingers. he’s collared and leashed faster than he can blink. 

you make him do apology laps around the house. every time he whines, you make the leash shorter. 

"next time," you say, sipping your coffee, "you’ll remember to use that brain of yours." 

he’s just pouting dramatically on the floor, tugging halfheartedly. “kaiser’s laughing. he likes this. this isn’t fair.” 

you pat his head. he melts. “… okay maybe a little fair.” 

a week later, he walks into your room holding the leash. “… do you wanna… maybe… just put it on again for five minutes. for educational purposes.” 

kaiser claps in the background. you leash them both. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[pixeld0ll]

Tear you apart

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an: HIIII this is my first fic in like 4 years so please bear with me!! huge huge shoutout to @cinnamorollcrybaby for inspiring me to start writing again, ur the bomb.com <3 i hope u all enjoy!!

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It’s your third year at Jujutsu High, and the urge to summon Sukuna gnaws at you day and night. Ever since you first heard about the King of Curses, a part of you has been… intrigued by the four-armed, two-faced legend.

You still remember the day Maki told you about him, after teasing you for knowing so little about the world of curses. Your face flushed in embarrassment as you grabbed a strand of your hair, twisting it in your fingers—a nervous habit.

“Alright, newbie,” Maki had said, her face shifting to something more serious. “Ryomen Sukuna is known as ‘The King of Curses.’ According to dumbass Gojo, he looks mostly human—aside from having four arms, two faces, two sets of eyes. Fucking—seven feet tall or something like that.” She paused, picking up her cursed tool to sharpen it.

“He ruled in the Heian era, like, a thousand years ago. He’s the definition of pure evil. Killed thousands—maybe millions. No one fully understands his technique. He could rival Gojo, honestly.”

Your eyes had gone wide. How had no one ever told you this?

“Eventually, they defeated him—or sealed him or whatever. The story gets fuzzy,” Maki continued, placing her blade down and removing her glasses to clean them with the hem of her shirt.

“His twenty fingers were cut off and scattered. Jujutsu High has a few. Some are used to attract cursed spirits, and of course, some are in the hands of curses themselves.”

You swallowed hard, trying to picture Sukuna in your mind. Would he be grotesque, like the curses you fought on missions? Or would his ‘human’ form make him... a little sexy?

You couldn't lie—seven feet tall made your ears perk.

What the hell? You shook your head. You can’t be thinking like that. A sorcerer shouldn’t wonder if a curse is hot. They’re curses. They must be exorcised.

“…Is it possible for him to come back?” you asked quietly, half-hoping the answer was yes.

“Oh yeah,” Maki said, and your eyes widened further. You weren’t expecting that. She chuckled at your expression. “You’re cute. Your first time fighting a special grade’s gonna be fun. But yeah—two ways Sukuna could come back. First, someone eats his fingers—becomes his vessel. The second? You don’t summon him exactly—you enter his domain. Not sure how that would work, or if it even can. I mean, who the hell would wanna find out?”

You laughed softly with her, opening your mouth to ask more—but were interrupted.

“Maki! Y/N!” Panda called from the top of the staircase. “Come inside! Gojo’s got a mission debrief!”

You and Maki exchanged a glance before standing and heading toward the large cursed corpse that awaited you. But your mind swirled with questions. You made a mental note to check the library after the mission—to learn more about him.

That obsession never left.

It grew. Festered. You tried to ignore it, to suppress the dirty impulses and morbid curiosity—but one day, it became too much. You gave in. Hours turned into weeks, scouring books, blogs, and old scrolls. Your room became a shrine of obsession—papers, texts, ancient diagrams… even a blog written by someone who claimed to have contacted Sukuna before. They said the summoning didn’t fully work, but symbols appeared, questions were answered, and something watched them.

And now… here you are.

Three years later.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor of your dorm, surrounded by red candles and ancient Heian-era symbols scrawled in your own blood. It hurt to collect—but the pain was nothing compared to the hunger to see him. To know him.

It’s well past midnight—close to 2 a.m.—and you've cast a veil to prevent any sorcerers from detecting your energy. You take a shaky breath, reach for the wooden box, and slowly open it. Inside rests a talisman-wrapped finger—one of his.

You bite your lip as you begin unwrapping the paper, whispering the chant you painstakingly pieced together from hundreds of texts:

"I seek the gate carved in sinew and stone, Where curse-born kings reign from bloodied throne. Let flesh wither, let truth distort, I step where the living hold no court."

"With eyes unblinking and heart laid bare, I cross the threshold—if I dare. By tooth, by nail, by cursed design, I enter the Shrine where Sukuna lies."

"Ryomen Sukuna, let the veil be torn. May my soul walk where gods are shorn."

"Open the gate. I offer my name."

"And enter now your cursed domain."

You place the unwrapped finger into a circle of blood and whisper your name into the dark.

Nothing happens.

Minutes pass.

Your eyes flutter open, disappointment filling your chest. Of course it didn’t work.

“I can’t believe I thought this would—”

Suddenly, a wave of nausea slams into you. The room spins. You stumble forward—but instead of grabbing your bedpost, your hand meets something horrifying: a pile of skulls. A river of thick, dark-red liquid flows beneath you.

You scream and jump back, hands clamping over your mouth.

“You dare to enter my domain,” a deep voice growls behind you, “and shriek like a brat—nearly louder than the thousands I’ve sliced in three. Bow before me, insolent fool… or I’ll do the same to you.”

You freeze. Your heart races as you slowly turn, legs trembling.

A figure looms behind a towering column, hidden mostly in shadow.

Four arms. More than seven feet tall. Colossal.

It’s him.

Your breath catches.

You remember something from that blog: Sukuna enjoys disobedience. Your survival instincts scream to kneel, to beg. But a darker part of you whispers: Keep going.

“…And what if I don’t?” you call out.

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, letting the blood-red light reveal his face.

“If you refuse,” he says with a sinister grin, “I’ll break your limbs, tear you apart, and feast on what’s left of your pitiful little body.”

He stands over you now, red eyes gleaming, drinking you in. His voice is cruel—yet somehow intoxicating.

“Don’t even think about running, little human. You’re nothing. A bug. A speck waiting to be crushed.” He leans in, towering above you. “So tell me—will you obey your king?”

You scan his body—your question from three years ago answered in full. Is he sexy? Hell yes.

Towering, muscled, with four arms that could break you in two. His robe clings just enough to reveal the outline of his powerful chest and abs. Four crimson eyes burn into you with heat and hunger.

You suppress every rational thought.

“I never said I wanted to run,” you whisper, locking eyes with him.

His brow raises, amused. “Oh? You have guts, insolent little thing.”

He steps forward again—closer now. So close his heat radiates against your skin. He leans down, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“You’re not afraid of me, eh?”

You gulp, trying not to tremble. “What if… what if I said I am afraid?” You look up. “And what if I said… I like that I’m afraid?”

He freezes for a moment—then smirks. A devilish, dangerous grin.

“Oh really?” he murmurs, voice low and sinful. “You like being afraid of me?”

You bite your lip, breath hitching. His massive body makes your knees weak. You stumble slightly, grabbing his bicep to steady yourself.

He growls at the touch.

“So what if I do?” you breathe, looking up at him through long lashes.

You step onto your toes, rising to meet his face. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Sukuna lets out a low, guttural chuckle—one that vibrates through the stone walls of his domain and sends a tremor down your spine.

“What am I going to do?” he repeats mockingly, his voice silk and poison wrapped into one. “You come crawling into my domain, bleeding for me, begging for my attention... and now you ask me what I’m going to do?”

His four hands move at once—two clasp behind his back again, composed and regal, while the others reach out. One wraps around your chin, lifting your face to meet his eyes, while the second hand trails slowly down your side, ghosting over your waist as if memorizing the shape of you.

“I could tear your soul apart and scatter it across the cursed realm,” he purrs, leaning close enough that you can feel the chill of his breath. “Or—” his eyes flicker, pupils thinning like a predator’s, “—I could reward your... dedication.”

His thumb strokes your lower lip, pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. His eyes scan your face like he's searching for the slightest twitch of fear, the tiniest crack in your bravado.

“You’ve been watching me. Studying me. Craving me.” His voice dips lower with each word. “Why?” It isn’t a request. It’s a command.

You swallow hard, feeling your heart thudding against your ribcage like a drum of war. You should lie. You should apologize. But the part of you that brought you here, that carved your own blood into summoning circles, speaks louder.

“I wanted to see if the stories were true,” you whisper, breathless. “If a curse could be beautiful. If danger could be divine.”

His smirk curves into something more dangerous, more unhinged.

“You think I’m beautiful?” he says with mock surprise. “How quaint. Humans and their need to romanticize their own destruction.”

Then, in one swift movement, he steps even closer. You’re practically caged now—his enormous frame casting a shadow over you, the air around him thick and humming with power.

“Let’s see if your devotion is more than words,” he growls. “Prove it.”

Your lips part, the words stuck in your throat. “How—”

“You summoned me,” he interrupts. “Now submit.”

One of his hands lifts, tracing a symbol in the air that glows briefly before disappearing. You feel your knees weaken again—not from fear this time, but from the raw, oppressive aura that crashes over you like a wave. It's overwhelming, like gravity has tripled in an instant. You nearly collapse again, but his hand steadies you by your hip.

He leans in, his voice a whisper against your skin:

“Worship your king.”

He watches you tremble, your breath shallow, your thighs pressed tight. Your silence only fuels the hunger in his eyes.

Then he angles down, lips grazing the shell of your ear, voice low, guttural, and cruelly sweet:

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic.”

You inhale sharply, body going still.

“Transporting yourself into my domain just to be used,” he growls. “You wanted this. Came crawling into the lion’s den just to be ruined, didn’t you?”

One of his hands snakes behind your neck, yanking you closer until your chest presses against his rock-solid torso. His other hand slides slowly, deliberately down your body—past your waist, to your hip, fingers flexing possessively.

“You want me to destroy you from the inside out. You want to be wrecked so badly that no other man will ever satisfy you again.”

His voice dips darker, each word dripping with venomous promise.

“You want to be fucked so hard you forget your name—but not mine. No. The only name you’ll ever remember is mine.”

He yanks your head back slightly to make you meet his eyes. All four of them burn with sadistic glee.

“Ryomen Sukuna. Say it.”

You do. Weakly. Breathless.

He chuckles.

“You want me to defile you—mark you so deeply you bleed my name. I’ll give it to you. I’ll ruin you.”

He leans in until your lips almost touch, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll fuck you until your voice breaks, until you’re sobbing, a drooling, trembling mess who can’t even beg properly. I’ll make you scream. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll own you.”

His hand tightens at your throat—not choking, but enough to make your head spin deliciously.

“When I’m done with you,” he snarls, “you’ll be nothing but flesh. A whimpering, broken toy that exists to please me. You’ll crave my touch like a curse.”

His thumb presses against your bottom lip, forcing it down.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nod, barely able to breathe. Every part of you burns—fear, desire, the overwhelming thrill of submission.

“Yeah,” he hisses, grinning like the devil himself. “You would. You dirty, desperate little slut.”

He tilts his head, mock sympathy in his voice.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s worth it. You’ll forget everything you were. Everything you wanted. The only word you’ll know...”

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours—barely.

“...is my name.”

Your breath stutters as his thumb slides down your chin, dragging it open until your lips part with a soft gasp. Sukuna hums, a low, vibrating sound in his throat that’s equal parts cruel and amused.

“So easy to break,” he murmurs, eyes devouring your expression. “And you want it. You want to be reduced to a whimpering little pet in my grasp. Filthy.”

His hand leaves your throat—just long enough to trail down your side, the weight of it scorching through your clothes like a brand. Four hands. Four points of contact. You barely register where he’s touching anymore, only that you're utterly surrounded by him. Caged.

“You’re trembling.” His voice is soft now. Dangerous. A hiss laced with anticipation. “Not from fear. Not entirely.”

You try to speak, but no words come. Sukuna notices. He always notices.

“Look at you,” he grins. “On the edge of reason. You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? For years. Dreamed of what I’d do to you. What it would feel like when I finally touched you.”

One hand grabs your jaw again, forcing you to meet his gaze. All four eyes bore into yours—two mocking, two ravenous.

“Thats right, I was aware every time you thought about me. I saw those dirty little fantasies late at night. Now you’re here. And I’m real. And I promise you this—when I’m done, you won’t want to go back.”

Your knees threaten to give out. His body is so close. Heat rolls off of him like steam from a fresh kill. You can smell the iron in the air, the faintest metallic tang of blood soaked into the stones beneath you. His domain is alive, pulsing—watching.

He steps closer still, and his lips hover a breath away from yours.

“You summoned me,” he whispers darkly. “You walked willingly into the lion’s jaws.”

He leans down, mouth brushing the corner of yours, just enough to make your head spin.

“Now beg,” he growls. “Beg to be devoured.”

And just as his mouth descends toward yours in a twisted parody of a kiss, the world around you goes darker—red lightning crackling through the shadows like veins, the temple stone beneath your feet pulsing with cursed energy. The air thickens, pressing against your skin like a second body. The veil between power and pleasure snaps taut.

Everything is trembling on the edge.

The moment before the storm.

The exact place you’d wanted to be.

You kiss him back with equal ferocity, matching his hunger beat for beat. His lower hands make quick work of your oversized t-shirt, claws slicing through the fabric like it’s nothing more than paper. The sudden tear and the rush of cool air against your bare skin draw a gasp from your lips—but he doesn’t waste the opportunity. His tongue slips into your mouth, skilled and unrelenting, claiming every inch as if he owns it. Which, in this moment, he does.

A helpless whimper escapes you, and the sound earns a guttural, possessive growl from deep in his chest. His upper hands find your breasts, easily engulfing them—his fingers rough, greedy, squeezing with a pressure that borders on painful. You arch into his touch even as you flinch, the sensation overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.

He breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down the column of your throat, licking and biting with the same cruel precision he likely used to kill a thousand men. When he finds a particularly sensitive spot, you moan, voice hitching—and the smirk that spreads across his lips against your skin is unmistakable. He’s found your weakness, and now he plans to exploit it.

Without warning, sharp pain rips through your neck as his fangs sink into your flesh. Your eyes roll back, the coppery tang of your blood mixing with the heat of his breath. You cry out, instinctively reaching for him, fingers tangling in his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him away.

But Sukuna is far from done.

He growls again, grabbing both your wrists in one hand and forcing them behind your back with humiliating ease. The other hand holds you in place by the waist, and he laps at the blood trailing from your wound, his tongue slow and deliberate. Worshipful, in a twisted, terrifying way.

He doesn’t stop. He dives back in, sucking, biting, marking you over and over until your neck blossoms in deep reds and violent purples. A crown of bruises worn only by the damned.

You’re trembling now, not from fear—but from the unbearable rush of it all.

And Sukuna? He’s only just begun.

He reaches one of his lower hands between your thighs, brushing aside your pajama shorts with an effortless motion. With a flick of his wrist, he hooks a finger into the waistband of both your shorts and panties, tearing them apart like wet paper. The sound of fabric ripping echoes in the chamber, followed by the soft whisper of cloth hitting bone as your clothing falls to the ground in tatters.

With his other lower arm, he lifts you like you're weightless, hands gripping your waist with practiced strength—rough, yet with a frightening kind of care. Like a predator who doesn’t want to break the prey until the right moment. As he ascends the pile of skulls, you instinctively avoid looking down, unwilling to think about who they once were. You focus instead on him—on the sensation of his body pressed to yours, on the terrifying comfort of his grip.

His lips never leave your neck. His fangs, already stained with your blood, drag against your skin in a cruel promise. Your neck, once smooth, now blooms with dark marks—bruises, welts, cuts—a living canvas of his possession.

A sudden wave of shame crashes over you as the reality of what you’re doing sinks in. What would your fellow Jujutsu sorcerers think if they saw you like this? Marked by a curse—the curse. You feel the weight of your choices bearing down.

He feels it too.

Without a word, he hurls you onto his throne—a towering, jagged seat of bone and twisted steel, as brutal and imposing as its master. You hit the seat with a thud, breath stolen from your lungs, your body trembling with a mix of fear, guilt, and something darker.

A strong hand seizes your chin, tilting your face upward. You look into four burning eyes, full of scorn and amusement.

“Tch. Look at you,” he mutters. “Trembling like a leaf, after crawling into my domain on your own. I don’t let just anyone in here, you know.” His other hand cracks against your cheek with a sharp slap, the sting blooming instantly across your skin. “Well you're in luck. I've always wanted to defile a jujutsu sorcerer. Its just my luck a fucked up pretty little whore dropped in my lap.”

Tears spring to your eyes, not just from pain, but from the shame curling deep in your stomach.

“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he growls, voice low and dangerous. “Three years you spent digging into my legacy. Feeding your obsession. And here you are—just another filthy human slut desperate to be touched by something monstrous.”

He cages you in, all four arms braced on either side of you, his massive form casting you in shadow. You feel like prey. Trapped. Hunted. Your heart races.

“I can smell it, you know—the guilt,” he sneers. “But I can also smell the truth underneath it.”

He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear.

“You want them to know. All those little sorcerers you call friends—you want them to see the marks I leave on you. You want them to know who you belong to now. Don’t you, little whore?”

You freeze. The thought had crossed your mind once. Maybe more than once. But hearing it said aloud—so crudely, so accurately—makes your throat tighten.

“I asked you a question, whore.” His voice sharpens. “When your king speaks, you answer.”

You gulp, nodding.

He growls softly. “Ah, no. Not enough. I want words, not whimpers. So mouthy before, and now you cant even get a coherent sentence out. I havent even fucked you yet, how pathetic.

You look up into his eyes—terrified and trembling, but unable to lie to yourself anymore.

“Yes,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Yes… I want them to know I’m yours.”

He smiles—a twisted, triumphant expression that sends a chill down your spine.

“Good girl,” he says, lips curling back to bare his fangs. “Because from this moment on, you are.”

Suddenly, his grip tightens, and before you can process what’s happening, you feel a rush of pressure between your thighs — not one, not two, but three of his massive fingers drive into you without warning. The sudden stretch steals the breath from your lungs.

“You want it, do you?” His voice is a low growl, vibrating through your chest like thunder. “Then beg, pet. Beg for your king.”

Your words crumble into gasped half-sentences, muffled moans, and desperate little pleas as your body writhes helplessly in his hold, trying to match his rhythm. Every curl of his fingers makes your vision blur, the relentless pace driving you higher, faster.

“Oh, you can do better than that.” His voice darkens, almost mocking. “Beg for your king like the filthy little whore you are. Say it. Show me.”

His thumb finds your clit, pressing in tight circles that send shocks up your spine. Your back arches against him, mouth falling open with a sobbing moan.

“F-Fuck, please,” you choke out, barely coherent. “Please—please, I need it—need you—Sukuna, please—”

The moment his name falls from your lips, everything changes. He lets out a feral noise that’s somewhere between a snarl and a groan, and before you can even mourn the loss of his fingers, he buries his dick deep inside you with a savage thrust.

You cry out, not just from the stretch, but from the overwhelming sensation that follows — the heat, the fullness, the way your body clenches around him like it was made for this. Made for him.

His breath stutters against your skin. “Tight little thing,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You feel that, don’t you? How you fit around me so perfectly. It’s like you were always meant to be mine. God, you can fucking see my dick in your stomach.” he groans out. Its been so long since hed taken anyone like this; and though he’d never admit it to you, you’re the best pussy he’s ever had. 

You don’t even have time to answer. Your body moves on instinct, spasming around him as your climax hits you in a sudden, overwhelming wave. He holds you steady, one arm wrapping around your waist like a steel band, the other gripping your thigh as he starts to move — deep, slow, brutal.

“Already?” He chuckles darkly. “You must be a virgin Cumming so quickly… How precious.”

He leans forward, forcing you to meet his eyes — those four blazing orbs searing into your soul. “Look at you. Wrecked, ruined, and I’ve barely even started.”

One of his hands slides up, fingers wrapping around your throat — squeezing slightly to constrict your breathing slightly. “You’re mine now,” he says, tone calm but laced with threat. “Every breath you take. Every sound you make. Every time someone even thinks of touching you, they’ll see me in your eyes.”

You can barely think, barely speak, every nerve set alight as he starts to move again — unrelenting and commanding. All that’s left is the sound of your whimpers, the heat of his breath on your skin, and the terrifying, intoxicating truth:

You don’t want to be anywhere else.

“Mmf- s-sukuna-” you moan out, knees falling open as you completely submit, showing just how much he can use you. “Mm… let you do anything..” 

He stops his momentum immediately, making you actually tear up, missing his dick pressing against your cervix, hitting the right spots every time. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” his eyes flash, sadistic smirk forming across his face. One of his hands grips your chin harshly, and he spits, spits, in your face. “Say. that. Again.” 

You gasp, his saliva trailing down your cheek. You gulp before responding quietly. “I’d let you do anything you want to me.” your voice is slurred with pleasure slightly, and you swear his eyes glow red when the words leave your lips. 

He drops your chin and shoves you down, hooking your legs around his waist. 

“You innocent, little thing. You have no idea what you’ve done.” he purrs in your ear. 

“I’m going to fucking tear you apart.” 

Suddenly his mouth is on your breasts, biting and sucking, and he resumes his cruel thrusting pace, making you scream out in surprise. He grabs a nipple into his mouth, biting down on the taut bud just enough to send jolts of pain and pleasure through your body. His hand grips your other breast, rolling your the nipple between his large fingers and pinching. 

He looks up at you, mouth still moving on your breasts, and he actually has to close his eyes to keep himself from cumming. 

Your head is lolled to the side, eyes dazed and rolled back. You’re flushed and sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth open as actual drool dribbles out. 

His marks completely cover your body, and he absolutely knows there is no way of covering them up. You look like you're in pure ecstasy, and he engranes the image in his mind to use at a later date. 

Another orgasm pours over you, and Sukuna lets out an animalistic growl as you squeeze around his dick. 

“Fuck- tightest little cunt- god, I can’t wait to fucking fill you up.” 

You moan at his words, and he continues fucking into you roughly, finally releasing your neck as finger-shaped bruises begin to form. He holds your hips down, bringing another hand to your clit, flicking at rubbing it harshly.  

A third orgasm crashes over you, catching even you off guard. Sukuna barks out a yell, sinking his teeth back into your neck as he makes four deep thrusts, your constricting walls finally breaking him. He growls and falls against you, spurting load after load of hot, sticky cum deep in your cunt. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, feeling him fill you to the brim. 

For a moment, the only sound that lingers in the heavy air is the ragged rise and fall of your breathing, tangled with his own. Sukuna releases your wrists, and to your surprise, his movements shift — not harsh, not greedy. He pulls out of you with an almost reverent slowness, your body still trembling from the aftermath.

You whimper instinctively, still aching, still stretched far beyond your limits. His deep, throaty chuckle rumbles through the chamber as he watches you tighten around the emptiness he left behind.

“There, there, little girl,” he murmurs, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek with unexpected tenderness. His clawed fingers trail your jaw, soft for the first time. “You got what you wished for.”

Through your half-lidded eyes, you catch the faintest hint of something new tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not smugness. Not triumph. Something quieter. Older.

A single, large hand cups your cheek, his thumb swiping gently beneath your eye. “Sleep now, pet,” he says, voice low and velvety. “Perhaps I’ll grant you another visit.”

The world goes dark not with fear, but with surrender.

Sunlight filters through the narrow cracks in your curtains, speckling your room in faint gold. You blink against the light, breath catching as memories rush in—vivid, violent, visceral.

You jolt upright and immediately regret it, pain flaring through every muscle. So it was real...

Gingerly, you swing your legs off the bed, feeling your thighs protest every movement. Every step toward your vanity is a struggle—your body marked, exhausted, claimed.

And when you catch your reflection, you freeze.

Your neck and chest are a canvas of bruises, deep purples blooming across pale skin like morbid blossoms. Small bandages pepper your body—tucked neatly over teeth marks, scratches, and raw places only he could’ve reached. You stare, wide-eyed, as a blush rises to your cheeks.

Did the King of Curses… bandage you?

Your hand comes up to touch one of them, and something twists in your chest. Not fear. Not shame.

Possession.

A flicker in the mirror draws your attention. For a brief second—too fast to be certain—you swear you see four crimson eyes watching from the shadows behind you. A whisper of heat coils at the base of your spine.

Then it’s gone.

But you know better now.

This isn’t over.

You had opened a door. And Sukuna… would never lets his plaything close it again.

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break - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 693

The first time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break his heart, he ended up with a boyfriend. Because really, they hadn’t been actually been going out in the first place, Regulus had just grown so mortifyingly attached that he knew he would never be the same, even when James came to his senses and told Regulus that this strange, addicting thing between them was done.

So one night in February, when James turned to him with a terrifyingly serious expression and said the words, “We need to talk about something,” Regulus wasn’t even surprised, though his heart sank to the floor. 

He just maintained a completely blank face, squeezed his fingers into his palms so tightly his fingernails left marks, and uttered the words, “Go on. Say it, then.” 

And was completely, blissfully shocked when James said softly, “I…I care about you, Reg. I want this to be something. Have for ages.”

And after he snogged the living daylights out of him, he gave him a very stern talk about never, ever using the words ‘we need to talk’ again.

-

The second time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break his heart, they ended up moving in together.

Well, not like that. But it was the end of Regulus’s sixth year and James’s seventh. James was leaving, and Regulus had feared for a while that the end of this chapter of James’s life meant the end of them, as well. Every time James murmured adoring sentiments in his ear, every one of them felt like it had an expiration date, and he found himself scrambling to make plans for the summer, for the future, for being alone.

So when James sat him down, face full of anxiety and nervous determination, Regulus figured this was it. He’d finally gotten the nerve to end things. He was focusing so much on keeping himself together, on keeping his face emotionless and his breathing even, that he barely heard it when James said in a firm voice, “You’re coming home with me this summer.”

“I-what?” he asked after a minute, still processing.

“I know you’re independent and you don’t need help and all that shit, but I honestly don’t think I could make it through three whole months without you, and I’d spend every waking minute worrying about you,” James said in a rush, as if he’d practiced this speech many times. “So it’s not for you, not really. It’s that you’re doing a favor for me. So please, just- please at least think about-”

He interrupted James with a kiss.

-

The third time Regulus Black thought James Potter was going to break up his heart, they ended up engaged.

James had been acting so differently lately, coming home late from work and talking in hushed tones to his friends. Regulus had worried himself into an all-out panic, convinced that he was cheating, that everyone was in on it. That his luck had run out, and James had finally realized Regulus was not the person he thought he was, after all.

So when James sat him down after a lovely dinner at home and began his speech with, “I wanted to do this differently…” his heart again sank, because he was sure this was the end.

Until James continued. 

“I wanted to do this in front of a crowd, or, I dunno, have a flash mob or something stupid like that,” James said, smiling softly as Regulus frowned in confusion. “But I decided that you’d probably kill me if I did, and then you wouldn’t be able to say yes, so…”

And that was when Regulus saw the ring in his hand.

He didn’t take in much after that.

And when they finished celebrating their new engagement, Regulus turned to his new fiance and mumbled, “You know this really means you can’t leave me, right?” the vulnerability of the statement hanging in the warm air around them. Perhaps he was finally believing it. 

But James just looked at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. “Baby, I was never planning on it,” he grinned, brushing their lips together.

[hapuchika]

Hungry Hotties

Summary: Her entire life as a vampire, Reader has successfully drank animal blood to sustain herself. What happens when her body craves the blood of a particular witch?

Warnings: Blood (it's a vampire fic.. there's gonna be blood.), graphic violence, smut, angst/fluff, lil hurt/comfort, thigh riding, magic strap on, soul bond, all the vampire warning things.

Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Vampire!Reader

A/N: this was an absolute brainrot fic that I wrote cause I was sleep deprived and horny.

Words: 8,925

Main Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X

In all honesty, you could’ve been a lot nicer. You did need help after all. But you just had possibly the worst day of your “immortal” life.

Which led you to right now. Avengers Compound. The lounging room. With guns, repulsers, and… wiggly red fingers aimed at you.

“Wait, I come in peace!” You yelped, raising your hand and dropping the milkshake onto what is probably a pretty expensive rug.

“We just had that cleaned..” Black Widow mumbled to herself.

“You have five seconds. Explain.” Iron Man said, his repulsors charging up.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the repulsors on his hands “Wait, wait, five seconds is not nearly eno-“

“Three seconds.” He warned..

“I’m being hunted by the vampire hunter who killed all my family and friends, " you yelled, squeezing your eyes shut.

The silence and lack of pain implied either that you were atomised so quickly you didn’t even realise it.. or they didn’t shoot.

You braved to open one eye and were met with eyes filled with confusion, suspicion, and of course, Iron Man’s mask.

“You’re… a vampire?” Captain America asked hesitantly.

You nodded slowly, taking your time to lower your hands. You tensed at the feeling of someone’s consciousness against yours.

Your eyes flit to the Scarlet Witch, who was looking at you with a slight frown. You let out a soft sigh and lowered your mental barriers, allowing her to see.

-

Your mothers’ 803rd wedding anniversary.

All the guests and friends.

The sole man dressed in all black.

The burning. The horrific smell and screams.

Both your moms staring at you, apologising as they pushed you off the cliff.

Your scream as the Ebony Blade cuts them both in half.

-

You blinked away the tears as the memory faded, only to find equally watery eyes right in front of you.

“She’s telling the truth. She’s not dangerous.. to us.” Wanda said, with a slight hoarseness in her voice.

You felt her hand gently squeeze your knee.

” I’m so sorry, sweetie.” 

You don’t flinch at her voice in your head. It was the first nice thing anyone had said in the past seventy-two hours.

“This will be a fun dinner party.” You heard Tony’s voice, breaking the silence.

X—X—X—X—X

When Mr. Stark mentioned a dinner party, you should have expected this.

No, this was absolutely, one hundred per cent on you.

You stared at the tens of people in the hall. All of whom were either avengers or friends and family.

“Like the view, quackula?” Came Tony’s voice from behind.

You grimaced, “You do realise the last party I went to, everyone I love-loved ended up dead, right?”

Tony’s face fell.

“What..” He asked.

You frowned, “That dickbag hunter come to my moms’ wedding anniversary.”

He looked at you for a moment in disbelief before he turned around, muttering to himself.

“Goddamn witch and her silence treatment. FRIDAY, tell Happy to stop the guests from coming. Only Avengers. Yes. Ask them to come to the third-floor lounge.”

You looked at him, stunned, before calling out to him, “Wait. Mr. Stark- Mr. Stark?”

He was too far away for him to hear you, so you simply walked quickly and stood in front of him.

“Mr. Stark wa-“

“JESUS CHRIST, " he yelped, his eyes widening as he flinched backwards.

You frown, confused.

He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath.

“So I take it vampire speed is real.” He said, glaring at you.

You give him a sheepish nod. Honestly, being surrounded by vampires your whole life, you’d kind of forgotten humans can't do that.

“Also. Call me Tony.” He said as the two of you walked to the door. “Mr. Stark was my father. Plus, I’m sure you’re nearly as old as Sparkles.”

You give him a nervous laugh, “Actually, I-“

“Alright, here we go.” He interrupted, walking into the lounge.

You could feel yourself tense as you entered a room with fifteen or so people, all of whom stopped what they were doing to stare at you. Only to resume the conversations moments later.

You must have been standing at the entrance for too long because Wanda walked up to you and bumped her shoulder against yours.

“Hey.” She said softly.

You gave her an embarrassed smile. “Hi.” You say with equal softness.

“Is it too much?” She asked.

You simply shake your head, “I’m just.. It’s been a few days.. Yet somehow, it feels both like it just happened and that it happened decades ago.”

She gave you an understanding nod, “I know what that’s like. It… doesn’t really change with time.. at least not for me.”

“Hey, quackula,” you hear Tony call you from the bar. “Want a Bloody Mary?”

You and Wanda burst into giggles as you walk to the bar.

“Quackula?” Wanda asked as the two of you sat on stools.

You shrugged, pulling your jeans up a little, exposing your socks that were covered in ducklings.

The laugh Wanda let out at the sight practically had you melting.

You needed to hear that laugh. For the rest of your hopefully very long life.

You saw a plate of canapés nearby and let out an excited squeal. Wanda looked at you, amused, and tried to follow your line of sight.

Her eyes widened as you disappeared right in front of her with a gust of wind, appearing in front of the poor, frightened server.

“Oh my god, can I have some, please?” You asked him excitedly.

“Y-yes ma’am..” He said, his hands trembling.

Your smile fell when you saw his terrified expression.

“Are you okay? Your heart’s beating really fast.” You ask, taking a step towards him, freezing when he takes a few steps back.

“I-Yes. I’m so sorry. I..” He stammers before letting out a whisper. “Please don’t eat me.”

Before you could react, you felt Natasha casually slide up next to you.

“You doing okay, Gibby?” She asked.

The man visibly relaxed at the sight of her, nodding as he let out a deep exhale.

“Why don’t you head to the bar, Gib?” The spy said, taking the plate from him with practised ease. “You’ve earned a drink.”

He nodded all too eagerly and scampered off.

You stare at the space where he was standing moments ago, your eyes looking far away. You’re only brought back to the present when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

Natasha looks at you with a gentle smile, the plate of Canapés in her hand.

“Want some?” She asks.

You take a deep breath in, not because you needed it, but because the simple act of breathing helped clear your mind.

You open your eyes and smile, nodding.

You grab one and are about to eat when you hear Sam Wilson’s voice.

“Wait, that has garlic.”

Natasha doesn’t move fast enough; you’ve already chomped down on a handful of them with a pleased expression.

Sam comes jogging up to you, ignoring the looks from strangers.

“Are you okay? That had garlic..” He said, concerned.

You look at him confused, “Yes..?”

He freezes for a second, “Is.. garlic not.. fatal?”

You tilt your head in confusion, “Like, am I allergic? No. I’m not really allergic to anything.”

“No, that’s not.. You know what, never mind.” He says, looking particularly embarrassed.

Natasha said nothing, watching the entire interaction with amusement.

The three of you continued to talk (you, in particular, asking about the Avengers) until Wanda joined the conversation.

“You forgot this,” Wanda said, holding a glass filled with a Bloody Mary.

You snickered, taking the drink into your hand and were about to take a sip when you noticed the three of them very obviously staring at you, or rather, your mouth.

Self-conscious, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“What?” You asked, eyes darting between the three of them. “Do I have something on my mouth?”

They had the decency to look embarrassed.

“It’s not that, kravyshka,” Wanda said, her ears burning.

You glanced at Natasha, who was looking at Wanda with a raised eyebrow and a teasing smirk.

“We.. We were wondering if you had fangs… like in the movies.” Wanda finished, her face pink.

You giggled, finding a flustered Wanda an adorable Wanda.

It wasn’t soon that the four of you were pulled into a circle where the game of truth and dare started.

You giggled, “I didn’t know Avengers played high school party games.”

Many cracked smiles at that.

“Alright, Quackula. Truth or dare? This game is for us to get to know you and you us.”

You smiled, “Truth.”

A few cheers were heard. Even Wanda smiled. Tony grinned satisfactorily.

“Alright then. A question everyone is dying to know. Do you, or vampires in general, consume blood?”

You nod immediately, “Yes. But, not human. Well, not unless they’re your.. partner.”

Tony looked intrigued. “Explain?”

Your eyes flitted to Wanda’s curious ones.

Clearing your throat, you began. “Well.. you see, the thing is. We don’t really produce blood on our own. And we need it for.. actually, I’m not sure, cause it’s like some science and magic stuff, but basically we need blood to survive. But most of us use animal blood that’s delivered to us.”

You see some pouts and smile reassuringly,

“Don’t worry. These animals are having the time of their life. It’s like a blood donation from them. Enough that they don’t really feel it, but also we have plenty. As for human blood.. well, I’ve been told consuming human blood has.. Um.. strong effects for both vampire and human. Our venom kind of creates.. um..”

You were definitely blushing right now, one glance at Wanda told you that she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“It’s like vampires in kingdom of immortal lovers..” Natasha asked.

You looked at her, stunned.

“By Ruby Roe?” She clarified.

You nodded slowly, gulping.

“Um.. yeah. Something like that.”

While some nodded in understanding (based on their smirks), the rest were left more confused than when the game started.

You cleared your throat, “Okay, um.. my turn.”

Your gaze automatically flits to Wanda.

“Wanda, truth or dare?” You ask gently.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the rest of the group collectively rolled their eyes and smirked at the scene.

“Truth.” She said, not breaking eye contact.

You gulped again, feeling your face heat up at a simple glance.

“Um.. Are- are you single?” You ask, face practically on fire.

Your embarrassment flares exponentially when the group begins to laugh and whistle at your question.

Wanda gives you a smirk as she nods, “Yep. I am not currently in a relationship.”

“Good to know.” You whisper, staring down at your now-empty plate of what used to have canapés.

The game continued, Wanda asking Sam, Sam daring Steve, Steve daring Tony, Tony asking Bruce, Bruce asking Natasha, Natasha daring Sam.

When Sam’s dare of giving the ex-winter soldier a lap dance ended, he sat back on the couch and looked at you with a smirk.

“Dare or dare?” He asked you.

You giggled, pretending to think.

“I guess dare?” You say teasingly.

“Fangs,” he said confidently. “Show ‘em.”

If you weren’t embarrassed before, you certainly were now. “I.. I can't.” You said.

Bruce frowned. “Do vampires not have fangs?”

You nodded, “They do... but um... they’re hard to control if you don’t have experience.”

“What do you mean by experience?” Steve asked in a polite tone.

“So the thing is, you have to be over three hundred to be able to control your fangs properly…”

Natasha leaned forward, intrigued. “How old are you, then?”

You smiled sweetly, “I turned twenty-six two months ago.”

“Oh my god, you’re a baby,” Tony said, shocked.

You snorted, “Technically, I’m a legal adult.”

“Barely,” Steve said, frowning.

“Okay, okay, but we still want to see the fangs,” Sam said, his smirk remaining the entire time.

You looked at him confused, “but.. I can't control them.”

“That’s okay, when do they come out naturally?” Bruce asked inquisitively.

“Oh, um, when things get intense, like anger, near-starvation, and um… yeah, that’s it”, you said, cutting yourself off.

Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“You sure that’s all?” She asked teasingly.

You nodded frantically, “Yep. That’s it. Starving and Angry.”

The spy hummed, her eyes twinkling.

“Wanda, Sam, come here for a second.” She says.

The two walk to her, intrigued. They huddle together before Wanda pauses for a second and turns to you.

You were innocently sipping your Bloody Mary (which annoyingly didn’t have blood or alcohol) when she called out to you.

“Detka, you wouldn’t happen to have super hearing, would you?” She asks sweetly.

You should probably have applied more sunblock to your face, considering how much it was heating up.

“Um.. maybe?” You say shyly.

“Hmm. Just to be safe, then.” She turns, linking Natasha and Sam telepathically to her.

They discussed for a moment before Wanda let out a chuckle, looking at you with a smirk.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you leaned towards Bucky, who was initially suspicious, but seemed to have changed his mind once you gave your age.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” You whispered to him.

He looked at you, huffing out a breath with a slight smirk. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough, kiddo.”

You sat back, pouting.

”Patience, detka. We’re almost done.”

Hearing Wanda’s voice in your head nearly made you jump. When you glanced at her, the look she gave you made your tummy flutter and something.. deeper inside you tingle.

The conversation was apparently over because the three nodded and sat back in their seats, except for Wanda, who began walking over to you.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Sam announced theatrically, “Who’s ready to potentially see vampire fangs?”

You frown, about to call out, but that’s when Wanda sits beside you.

“Detka,” she says softly. “I’d like to kiss your cheek and maybe your neck if that’s okay with you?”

You had to wait. You told yourself you had to wait long enough that you didn’t seem desperate. Given Wanda’s smirk at your frantic nodding, it didn’t work.

Your eyes flit nervously to the group, only to find all of them smirking and cupping their hands over their eyes.

All except for Natasha, who was smirking at you, arms folded over her chest.

“You ready?” Wanda asked softly.

“Yes, please.” You breathed.

“Good girl.” She said with a smile, leaning in and placing her lips gently on your cheek.

It was a good thing you were sitting because the mere feeling of Wanda’s lips on your skin sent a shockwave down your body, making your legs and most of your body feel like jelly.

She placed her hand on your thigh for balance as she proceeded to make her way down to your neck. The goosebumps that made their way across your skin left tingles in their wake.

When Wanda’s lips brushed against a particular spot on your neck, you inhaled sharply, chastising yourself since you didn’t even need to breathe.

Wanda seemed to appreciate the sound because her grip on your thigh tightened, and she bit that area lightly, making you gasp.

It was enough to make your insides clench and feel a sudden burst of pressure on your gums.

Wanda must have felt you tense because she pulled back, almost pulling a whine from you with her.

Her eyes flitted down to your open mouth, her gaze darkening as she let out a slow, breathy ’fuck’.

You stared at her, unaware of anything other than her. The sweet vanilla perfume. The thrumming of her pulse. The sound of her heartbeat made you dizzy. You could feel it. The hunger. Not just for blood. For Wanda.

The movement of Wanda’s lips brought you back to the present.

“..me? Detka?” She said softly.

You blinked a few times before returning your gaze to her.

“You okay?” She asked softly.

You tried to give a reassuring smile but winced when your fangs cut through your lower lip.

A whistle made you look around.

“Those babies are sharp”, Sam commented.

You licked the blood off your lower lip, the wounds healing within seconds.

“When will they retract?” Bucky asked, concerned.

You gestured ‘around five minutes’ with your hand.

You turned to Wanda and froze; her heated gaze was locked on your lower lip, where your tongue had been seconds ago.

You reached for Wanda’s hand, snapping her out of her daze and looking at you with a reassuring smile.

She sat beside you, making you hyper aware of every point of contact as the next round of the game continued.

Eventually, you took out your phone and began scrolling through the food delivery app.

“Hey, Mr. St- Um, Tony. What should I put in for this place's address? I need to order food.” You said.

Tony frowned, “We have a fully stocked pantry here, why- oh.”

You nodded, “Yep.” You said, popping the P.

“Wait, you can order blood from your phone?” Steve asked, intrigued.

You nodded, “Yeah, there’s an app for it.”

“What’s it called? The app?” He asked.

“Uh.. Uber Eats..” You said, confused.

“They give blood??” Sam asked, laughing.

You nodded sheepishly, thanking Tony when he gave you the address.

When the blood arrived, you were grateful nobody was staring at you directly, even though you knew everyone’s attention was on you.

The blood had been delivered in a flask, and you were currently making a proper Bloody Mary.

You had made two glasses worth and were walking back to the couch. Wanda smiled at you as you sat down and eyed the two glasses with intrigue.

“You wanna try?” You offered the first glass.

She hesitated before nodding.

“What should I expect? What kind of.. blood is in it? What does it taste like?” She asked, looking at you nervously.

“It won’t taste bad.” You promised, “I asked for pig’s blood from one that had been fed honey-based treats. So the blood itself should be sweet. Although you shouldn’t be able to really taste the blood since your palate isn’t built for it.”

Wanda nodded, breathing deeply and then took a sip.

You looked around to see that the small group was staring at Wanda, waiting for a reaction.

The witch’s eyebrows shot up, and she gulped.

“Well..? How was it?” Natasha asked.

“It was.. sweet.” Wanda said, “Like.. It just tasted like a slightly sweeter Bloody Mary.”

She turned to you, eyes wide. “Wait, does this mean I could be turning into a vampire?”

You giggled, shaking your head. 

“No, Wanda. It just means I’m an amazing mixologist.”

Wanda gave you a shy smile and nodded, “Right.”

“Okay. Witchy is alive.” Tony declared, then eyed the drink. “Hand it over. I want to have a go.”

It was a good thing you made a spare because it turned out that everybody wanted to try the vampire diet.

When the glass was returned to you, it was almost empty, and you hadn’t even begun. There was a strange hunger in you that you didn’t want to risk expanding.

You took a sip and hummed at the rich flavour that exploded on your tongue only for it to dissapate fairly quickly.

You frowned, finished the drink and drank the second glass. The hunger wasn’t abated.

“Is something wrong?” Wanda asked.

“I’m.. not sure. I think so?” You said hesitantly, downing the second drink too.

“What is it, detka?” Wanda asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

You tensed as the hunger intensified, the sound of Wanda’s pulse got louder, and her scent became stronger.

Oh.

X—X—X—X—X

It had been three weeks since the party. Three weeks of avoiding Wanda Maximoff. The moment you figured out that she was the source of your hunger, you stood up and said you had to head in for the night.

You had been consuming ordered blood almost as often as humans drank water. Which is to say, nearly every other hour or so.

It came to the point that by the seventh day, Tony had spoken to the company that sourced the blood and gotten a weekly shipment of a truck full of blood.

You knew Wanda knew you were avoiding her. You weren’t subtle about it. You would use your speed to run off the moment she entered the room. It made training an embarrassing affair.

Speaking of, that was another thing you started. Physical training. While you were leagues and bounds ahead of even the super soldiers, you were simply a 26-year-old girl by vampire standards.

Since nobody currently on the team (except the Hulk) could match your speed and strength, Tony had suggested using hard-light holograms and the Iron Legion for your sparring while Natasha worked on your actual stances and form.

Meanwhile, Bruce and Tony had been gathering information about vampires from you that was necessary.

-

Sun? Manageable with sunblock. Won’t die, but you get sunburn pretty easily.

Garlic? Tasty.

Stake to the heart? Hurts like a bitch but not fatal.

Decapitation? Surprisingly, not fatal.

Thrown into the sun? Well, who wouldn’t that kill.. not vampires, but still not recommended.

Healing factor? Near instantaneous.

Holy Water? Yeah no.

Silver bullet? Hurts as much as a lead one.

Heart? Stopped beating at twenty-three.

For all intents and purposes, vampires were immortal unless facing particular magic or cursed weapons.

-

You were smiling at Natasha, who was telling you about how Bruce used some of the thicker blood in the fridge instead of ketchup and not realising it as he ate his fries. In his defence, his return from the Hulk transformation always left him in a terrible state. Since then, despite everyone’s insistence, you started keeping the blood in your brand-new room’s pantry.

You thought you were getting better at hiding. Given that Wanda was knocking on your door at 3 a.m. proved otherwise.

By the sound of the witch’s heartbeat, you could tell she was feeling some kind of intense emotion. Given your behaviour, you were pretty sure it was frustration.

You barely opened the door when Wanda stormed in and sat on your bed, wearing an oversized tee and distractingly short shorts.

“Explain,” Wanda demanded, folding her arms.

You gulped. Grabbing a bottle of sleeping cow’s blood to calm your undead nerves and stave your hunger, you sat down on the other side of the room.

“The letter-“ you began.

“Yes, yes,” Wanda said impatiently, summoning the letter in her hand. “Dear Wanda,” she began reading aloud.

“I know you must be wondering about the reason behind my absence. I know it must feel like I’m avoiding you.

That’s because I am 

The reason is that I am undergoing some vampire stuff that makes me a danger to you. I promise you, I do not feel any negative emotion towards you. I simply need to figure out a way to cope with what's going on with me. Once that is done. I promise to spend as much time as I, and hopefully you, want to with each other.

Thank you for understanding <3”

You look at her confused, “Which part of that was not un-“

“All of it,” Wanda complained.

She took a deep breath and looked at you, her expression softening.

“Sweetie, I need you to tell me if I am hurting you in some way.” She pleads.

“N-No, it’s not that..” You stammer. “Then what?” She asks, desperation lacing her tone.

“I crave you..” You said, finally breaking.

Wanda froze, “W-what?”

You sighed, using your vampire speed to sit next to her. You place your trembling hand on hers.

“I.. crave you, Wanda. Ever since the party.. My body.. it feels this.. hunger that I can't extinguish no matter how much blood I consume..”

You look at her with a helpless expression, then run your hands through your hair and stare at the ground.

“Then take it.”

Your head snaps to her, eyes wide.

“Take it.” She repeats, “Drink my blood. Cause that craving? I feel it too.”

You shake your head, “No, Wa-“

“Do you like me?” She asks, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.

You nod, your gaze flitting to her lips and back to her stunning eyes.

“Do you want me?” She whispers, leaning infinitely closer to your face.

“More than you could fathom.” You whisper back, her face so close that you could feel her breath on your skin.

“Then take my blood, detka.

She could feel you stiffen. You let out a sigh, resting your forehead on hers. “It’s not that simple… if.. if I were to drink your blood, it would bond me to you.” You whispered, your voice cracking. “I.. I would be bonded to you forever. Animal blood wouldn’t work anymore. I would be yours for the rest of eternity.”

“How can you be sure?” She whispered.

“Because,” you said with a sad smile. “That’s how it was for my moms.”

X—X—X—X—X

“So… you ready for your first mission?” Natasha asks you, sitting beside you on the quinjet.

It had been a little over a month since the party. A few days since the confession and the decision that you and Wanda would take it slow. Very slow.

You nodded, looking at the ground through the window.

A simple mission. ‘A girls' trip’, as Natasha called it. Just you, Wanda, and Natasha. The three of you were meant to enter the Hydra base, collect information, and destroy it.

To be honest, it was more of a test for you. Since the vampire hunter hadn’t surfaced for a month, it was kept on the back burner.

You were sipping on your third bottle of blood. At this point, you didn’t care about the flavour. Wanda looked at you and gave you a sad smile, one you reciprocated.

When the quinjet began to creak as it landed, you had to cover your ears. It was when Natasha turned the Quinjet off that you were able to let out a sigh of relief.

Natasha gave you a sympathetic look, “I’ll ask Tony to make you some vampire-grade noise-cancelling headphones when we get back, okay?” She said comfortingly.

You nodded, standing up and stretching a little as you admired your ‘superhero outfit’.

Given Tony’s sense of humour, he gave you an outfit similar to Wanda’s. The difference was that it was (to Wanda’s annoyance) far less booby and completely black with blood red accents. On your sternum was a ruby red symbol of vampire fangs.

“Nice costume,” Wanda commented, appreciating how the fabric hugged your figure.

You simply blushed, giving a soft thanks and practically ran outside the quinjet.

In hindsight, it was a good thing that you were the first one out because the bullet that ripped through your abdomen would’ve proven fatal to the other two.

“OW.” You yelled, falling to your knees.

“Detka!” You heard Wanda cry out, running to you.

“FRIDAY, barricade!” You yelled as you watched the bulletproof door of the quinjet slam shut.

You stood, the bullet popping out as the wound healed itself. You barely made it another step when another one pierced your shoulder, ripping chunks of flesh as it went through you.

Growling, you used your vampire senses to find the shooter, spotting him almost immediately.

He may have been wearing white to match the snow, but you could smell him from a mile away. That and the smell of gunpowder clung to him.

You sped to him, not giving him time to react, and punched him in the face, just as Natasha had taught you.

You hadn’t, however, accounted for your vampiric strength. Eyes widening as your fist simply went through his face, splattering blood and brain on the tree behind.

The sight of his blood on your hand made you freeze. Then, the smell hit you. Your vision blurred, and your knees buckled as ravenous hunger shot through your body, your fangs pushing out.

You didn’t move when the door of the quinjet blasted open, standing unnaturally still. You didn’t move when you heard Wanda call your name, nor when she ran up to you.

“Oh.. detka, I’m so sorry.” She said as she took in the sight before her, kneeling in front of you.

“I-I killed him..” You whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”

Your eyes moved to Wanda’s sympathetic ones.

“I didn’t mean to.” You repeated, your tone more frantic. “Wanda, I swear I didn’t mean to kill him. I was just doing what Natasha- I-oh my god I’m going to be sick.”

You ripped yourself away from Wanda, standing a little ways away as you once again fell to your knees.

You heaved, nothing coming out.

“Baby.. I believe you. I promise.” Said the witch, gently caressing your back.

“I’m sorry..” You said between heaves. “The smell..”

Wand immediately knelt next to you, put a hand on your shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you saw a red bubble form around the two of you, and the scents and sounds of outside the bubble vanished.

Simultaneously, the blood and brain matter on your hand burned away, leaving you as fresh as when you stepped out.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to feel Wanda’s embrace, her scent, the feel of her pulse under your fingers. Your mouth watered as you inhaled deeply.

“…Detka, I need you to open your eyes,” Wanda said, her voice a lot closer than you previously heard.

When you did, you realised that Wanda was in your arms, your face was nuzzling her neck, nose millimetres from her pulse point.

You yanked yourself back, scrambling to get away. Wanda slowly approached you, her voice more reassuring than anything.

“You’re okay krasyvaya. I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. Then or now. I could have pushed you away if I wanted.” She said gently.

You nodded, forcibly trying to retract your fangs but whining when they refused to budge.

“I know, detka. Give it time, okay?” She says gently, caressing your knuckles.

You nod again, and the two of you walk back to the quinjet where Natasha stands, waiting.

“You okay, utyónok? (Duckling)” Natasha asked, frowning as she took in your demeanour.

You nod, “I, uh.. I accidentally killed the guy who shot at us.”

“Ah, I see.” She says in understanding.

The spy approached you and gently held your hand.

“I know you don’t need to, but I want you to breathe with me and repeat what I say, okay?” She says.

You nod and mimic her breath.

“I am safe.”

“I am safe.”

“It was an accident.”

“I-It was.. an ac-accident.”

“I am okay.”

“I am okay.”

“I am loved.”

“…I.. I am loved.”

Nat smiles as the two of you finish.

“Now,” she says gently. “Would you like to stay, or are you okay to continue?”

Your eyes flit to Wanda, who simply gives you a comforting smile.

“I’d like to continue.. um.. just.. can we avoid the blood? It.. It makes me feel a little weird right now.” You say hesitantly.

The two women nod.

“Of course, utyónok,” Natasha says reassuringly.

-

Turns out, the Hydra base had been expecting the three of you. There were twice as many guards as initially intended.

The scene was a hailstorm of bullets, magic shots, punches and sirens. In the midst of it all, you ran as fast as you could, grabbing guns and weapons away from unsuspecting agents and pushing aggressors as gently as you could. Even though they still flew backwards and hit the wall, crumpling to the ground completely unconscious, they were alive.

Somehow, the three of you made it to the main room to gather intel unharmed. You and Wanda stayed near the door while Natasha accessed the mainframe.

“So, how are you finding this mission so far?” Wanda asked, eyes monitoring the corridor.

Your gaze flicked to her before returning to monitoring.

“The beginning was a little rough..”

You bumped your shoulder with hers.

“…But I’m enjoying it now.” You said with a smile.

“How’s the hunger?” She asked softly.

Your smile faded. You could feel your veins screaming at you, tightening at the lack of blood.

“Much more than before.” You admitted.

“Well, at least you’re not hungry enough to fang out.” She supplied.

You smirked, “It’ll take a lot more for me to ‘fang out’ than this level of hunger… although I’m getting a little too close to it for comfort.”

Wanda looks at you, reflecting your smirk.

“I’m considering making you fang out for completely different reasons.” She said huskily.

You snapped your head to her, the hunger in your expression nearly made the witch falter.

“If you two are done flirting, how about we get out of here?” Natasha asked right behind you, making the two of you jump.

You nodded sheepishly. Your face fell when you were about to move. Taking a sharp sniff, you began coughing.

“Trouble?” Natasha asked, taking her guns out of the holster.

“Yes. Different.. Weird.” You said, exhaling sharply from your nose so the scent doesn’t linger.

“Enhanced?” Wanda asked, summoning her magic. “Must be because I can’t sense anybody.”

You shrugged, trying not to get distracted by a magic-wielding Wanda. “I can't tell the specifics. I just know there’s a handful of.. things nearby.”

The three of you cautiously made your way out of the suspiciously empty building. Even the unconscious people were nowhere to be found. Natasha stated that whatever was waiting for them must be outside, perhaps even near the quinjet.

Given that you were more durable than the other two, you opted to open the door. The only reason Wanda was okay with it was because you agreed to her using a magic shield just in case.

When you kicked the door open, you saw three men standing there, two of whom were holding what appeared to be unusual guns.

You got into a fight position, but none of them moved. You could feel Wanda linked to your consciousness, allowing her to see what you were seeing.

The man in the centre began to move his hands, making weird symbols appear. You were confused before Wand and Natasha burst past you, pushing you out of the way.

“Detka, Watch out!” Wanda said before the symbols the man was conjuring exploded, creating a shockwave that echoed around all of you.

“No magic, Scarlet Witch.” The man sneered.

The man on the right fired thrice, shooting a weird device that attached to your neck. The man on the left holding a shotgun aimed at you, hitting you dead centre in the chest.

You collapsed on the ground in pain, writhing in pain. The collars began beeping on you and Wanda. “No more enhanced powers, mutants”, the man spat.

Natasha was fighting another man, they seemed evenly matched to the point that Natasha couldn’t fire her guns even if she wanted to.

That was when the man in the middle took out a remote and pressed a few buttons. Natasha and Wanda crumpled, and you felt electricity coursing through your body.

“Toss them into the truck.”

The bigger guy walked to you, ignoring Wanda. The witch grabbed his ankle, attempting to stop him from reaching you.

“Get off me, Mutie.” He snarled, kicked her in the face and broke her nose.

Then the smell hit you. What you had been craving for a month now. Wanda’s blood.

The feeling was unlike any you had ever experienced. Rage and hunger overcame you, but instead of clouding your vision, it sharpened it.

You stood up, glaring at the man. Your fangs announced themselves as you snarled at him.

“What the fuck are you?” He said, shocked, pulling out a remote and increasing the intensity of the electricity on your collar.

You glared at him, unflinching. Reaching for the collar, you grabbed it with one hand and pulled. The metal warped and snapped with little to no effort.

“That shouldn’t be possible.” He breathed. He turned to aim the remote at Wanda but found you standing right in front of him.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He shrieked.

You grabbed his wrist, hard. You ignored the sound of his yells and his bones cracking under your fingertips.

“Shut up.” You growl, ignoring your fangs cutting into your lips and claw at him, ripping his head from his body.

You heard his teammates approach.

“Hey what the fuck..” Said one guy, looking at two passed-out women and a headless friend.

His eyes widen as he registers what’s going on, but it's too late. Before he could blink, you were behind him, your fist poking through his chest.

You let out another snarl as you ripped him in half. The scent of their blood no longer fazed you. 

Once you disposed of the last man, you sped your way to Natasha, who was breathing heavily, trying to move but unable to because of the collar.

You use both your hands to rip the collar off and let her gasp for breath. When she looked at you, her eyes widened.

“Utyónok (duckling).. are you..” She breathed.

“I’m okay,” you reassured, your voice tense.

She nodded, exhaling in relief.

“Natasha.. I.. I need you to free Wanda. I can’t.. her blood.” You strained, your muscles taut.

Natasha nodded, scrambling to stand. 

“Yes, of course. It’s okay. How about you go to the quinjet? I’ll bring her.” She suggested.

You speed off without a word, reaching the quinjet. You stare at your blood-soaked reflection, watching your hands. They’re perfectly still. But your head? It’s screaming.

Your hunger is pulsating, your veins constricting. After changing and wiping off the blood, you began drinking all of the blood storage in the quinjet. Including the emergency stash.

That’s when you heard FRIDAY’s voice.

Mr. Stark wishes to speak with you. May I let him through?

When you give the affirmative, you hear his voice through the speakers.

“Hey kiddo,” he says casually. “Nat just told me what happened. Wanda’s okay, the collar just knocked her out, okay?”

You feel your body sag in relief.

“Thank you, Tony..” You whisper.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. Now tell me about you, Nat said that you were hungry?”

You nodded, “Yeah, it's.. I’m craving, um, human blood. It’s..”

You cut off, another pulse of hunger.

“It’s really strong, Mr. Stark.” You whisper, gritting your teeth.

“Hey, do you remember the contingencies we kept in place for occasions like this?” He asked suddenly.

You nodded before realising he couldn’t see you. “Um.. yes, sorry.”

“Alright, so Bruce kept an emergency sedative that should keep you calm for a few hours. Once you come back, we’ll set up a quarantine for a few days, okay?”

You take out the syringe and plunge it into your chest. The effect was immediate; your hunger abated, but nowhere nearly enough.

You began to tremble, “Tony, it-it’s not working. I.. I’m still hungry..”

You hear him swear under his breath, “Fuck okay. Natasha and Wanda are almost there. Do you think you’ll be okay with Wanda in the quinjet with you?”

“I-I think so.. It’s just three hours, right?” You ask timidly.

You hear him huff out a laugh.

“I think we can do better than that, kiddo. The quinjet can go hypersonic, so you should be home in a little over an hour.”

“Okay..” You said, holding yourself still. “Thank you, Tony,” you whispered, “And I’m really sorry.”

“No need for apologies. Trust me, you’re a delight to have around.. unlike the big guy here.”

You hear some scuffling before you hear Bruce’s voice.

“Hey, kid.” He says.

You’re about to say hi, but Wanda and Natasha enter the quinjet at that moment, the witch’s scent making you freeze.

You were so focused on Wanda that you didn’t hear Bruce or Natasha calling you for almost an entire minute.

When you do snap out of it, you turn to Natasha.

“I need you to restrain me.” You tell her honestly.

Natasha blinks, nodding.

While she searched for high-strength tension cables, you saw red mist surround you, binding your hands and feet.

“Only I get to tie you up, detka”

Your head jerked to where Wanda was sitting. She looked at you with a dark gaze.

“I’m sorry for running away..” you think.

Her face softens, ”I know why you did it, baby. I understand. How can I help?”

You try to shrug, but her binds keep you in place. Despite the situation, you can’t help but feel a spark of thrill at the act. The same thrill intensified your hunger tenfold.

When your fangs made their appearance, Wanda looked at you sadly.

“Wanda..” You gritted out. “I need you to-“

“I know, detka.” She said softly, walking to you and cupping your face. “Rest now.”

You closed your eyes and passed out as the scent of vanilla took over your senses.

X—X—X—X—X

Two days. Two. Fucking. Days. You finished a month’s worth of blood in 48 hours.

Your quarantine was meant to be a day long, but with your hunger unable to be satiated, you decided to extend it.

It was late at night when you finished the supply in your room, sighing to yourself. You needed more. The only reason you risked going to the pantry in the kitchen was because everyone was out, either on a mission or at a party.

You could not have been more wrong. You took one step into the kitchen and found Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Wanda.

Oh god.

Wanda called out to you, but it was too late; you had rushed back to your room, closed the door and went to the farthest corner of the room possible.

There was a knock on the door, the sound making you flinch. You knew who it was. Of course you did.

You didn’t need to open the door, Scarlet Magic encased it, and Wanda just walked through it.

“Wanda, you-“ you pleaded.

“Okay, sweetie. I need you to listen to me, okay?” She said, slowly taking a step further.

You nodded slowly.

She sighed in relief. “Okay, whatever is going on with you. I can no longer just sit and watch. If you need my blood, then take it. I promise you it’s okay.”

“But-“

“No buts.” Wanda insisted.

She floated to you, sitting on your lap. She let out a sharp inhale when you grabbed her waist.

“You’re my good girl, aren't you?” She asked huskily, leaning closer to your face.

You nodded, eyes flickering to her lips and back.

“Then drink.” She whispered.

You frowned, freezing when the scent of her blood hit you. She raised her hand, a cut on her palm, a few droplets of blood made their way down her wrist.

Unlike before, you barely felt your fangs protrude, eyes glued to the claret drops. You looked at her once to make sure she was certain.

She brought her palm closer to your mouth. If you weren’t drooling before, you certainly are now. You gently held her arm with shaking hands and brought your mouth closer.

“Do it,” she breathed. “Please..”

You licked the drop of blood tentatively.

The effect was immediate.

Flavour bursts on your tongue. The very essence of Wanda made its way into your system, making you practically euphoric.

You let out a moan, licking up the droplets and began sucking from the source. You heard Wanda’s breathy whimper, her pants, her pounding heart.

You looked into her eyes as you licked the wound, your body buzzing and heating up underneath hers.

Wanda was similarly affected. The sight of you tasting her blood turned her on to no end. And when your tongue touched the entrance of the wound, a shockwave of pleasure echoed through her, making her arch her back.

Wanda looked at you with hooded eyes as she felt her insides clench around nothing.

“Baby,” she panted. “I need you.. now.”

You nodded frantically, cupping her face and kissing her hard.

It was everything you dreamed it would be. Wanda’s hands went into your hair, gripping tight, making you moan.

You felt your body heat up; your core fluttered as Wanda’s blood spread through your system. You felt her begin to grind on your thigh, groaning in frustration when she wasn’t able to get enough friction.

“Clothes,” she gasped, as you kissed your way down her neck. Her head lolled back when you kissed her pulse point. “Off. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; with little to no patience, you grabbed her t-shirt and pulled, easily ripping the fabric. Her jeans and underwear received the same punishment.

You gasped when you felt her core directly on your thigh. The sneaky witch had poofed your clothes away at the same time.

You grabbed her hips and began moving her back and forth against your thigh. Your core clenched when she gasped out an ‘oh fuck’.

Her hands moved to grip your shoulder as you continued kissing down her neck, across her clavicle.

“Baby.. fuck” she whimpered when you flicked your tongue against her nipple.

You sped up the movement of her hips, making her cry out and arch her back.

“Fuck,” she moaned. “That feels so good, don’t stop.”

Mindful of your fangs, you began flicking your tongue against her hard nipple. Groaning at how much of a mess the witch was making on your thigh.

“Can I go faster?” You asked affectedly.

She nodded, her head falling on your shoulder, crying out a long moan when you increased to an almost superhuman pace. With how wet she was, you didn’t need to worry about her getting hurt.

“Baby- fuck.. fuck.. I-oh my god… I-I’m close.” She panted between moans.

Your mouth began working on the other nipple as you kept up the pace, her moans increasing in pitch and frequency.

“Fuck fuck fuck Imgonnacum oh fuck baby baby” she cried out, her hands gripping your shoulder so tight they would have pierced the skin had you been human.

You stop your assault on her nipple for a moment so you can whisper in her ear, “Cum for me, Wanda.”

Wanda tenses, her mouth open in a silent moan as her orgasm crashes into her. The witch’s eyes roll back as you slow down the movement of her hips, making sure you don’t completely stop to prolong her orgasm.

She jerks forward with a gasp as she suddenly becomes oversensitive, her legs shaking with effort.

She collapses onto the bed, panting, giggling.

“You’re still hungry, aren't you?” She asked with a smirk.

You nodded wordlessly, now that you’d tasted Wanda’s blood. You knew instinctively that no other blood on the planet would do it for you.

Her expression softened as she looked at you.

“I wouldn’t want you to settle for less anyway.” She said.

You frowned for a moment before realising what had happened. The bond. You and Wanda were now linked for the rest of existence. Being an empathic witch, Wanda could turn the bond into a two-way street instead of just you being bonded to her. She tested it and gasped, suddenly able to feel your hunger. “Oh.. baby, is this how you’ve been feeling?” She asked, strained.

You nodded, leaning over her. “I need you, please.” You whispered.

Wanda grinned mischievously, “Since you’ve been such a good girl. Here’s a little gift for you.”

You frowned before arching your back at a sudden sensation in your core.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, pleasure licking up your spine.

Wanda grinned, “Look down, baby.”

When you did, your eyes widened. You were sporting a deep red, pulsating strap. One that Wanda was rubbing her slick over.

You shivered when she spread more, gasping at the way she gripped it. You could feel everything.

“Now,” Wanda said lowly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fuck me. You’re not going to stop fucking me until you can’t move. And everytime either you or I cum? You’re going to feed from me. You’re not going to worry because I can use my powers to replenish as much blood as I need, okay?”

You nod.

“Any questions?” She asks.

“I.. uh.. I’ve never actually.. done this. I don’t know if I’ll be any good.” You said softly.

Wanda cupped your face with one hand, smiling as you nuzzled into it.

“My sweet girl, you just rocked my world two minutes ago. By pure instinct. All I’m asking is for you to do it again and again. There’s no getting it wrong, okay? We’ll take it slow, and if one of us doesn’t like something, we’ll just change it, okay?”

You nod, determined to make her feel good. When she nodded in return, you slowly pushed the head of the strap into her. Both of you inhale sharply at the feeling of you filling her up.

“You’re so tight. Fuck, it feels so good.” You said, screwing your eyes shut and trying not to cum immediately.

Wanda doesn’t respond; she was experiencing something similar. It had been a while since anything felt this good.

You almost collapse on top of her when you’re all the way in. You and Wanda stare at each other with wide eyes, neither of you moving an inch. The sheer proximity, her breath against yours, her moulding to yours. All of it felt so.. right.

Slowly, much too slowly for Wanda’s liking, you began to move. Your hands were framing her head, fingers already pierced the pillow as you held in your desire.

“Detka, move.” She said.

That was all it took; you snapped your hips, shoving the entire length into her suddenly, making her arch her back and cry out.

You rolled your hips, faster and faster, harder and harder. The bed creaked at the sheer force.

Wanda had given up all pretence of composure; her mouth was agape as moans flowed freely. Her nails dug into your back as you leaned closer to her, your fangs practically throbbing as much as your insides were.

You were one big nerve ending; every single movement sent molten pleasure through your body. You knew at the back of your mind that this was the result of Wanda’s pleasure echoing through the partial bond. You needed more of her blood. From the source.

Your speed intensified, as did her moans. The way she clenched around you told you that she was close, with the way your pleasure was building to an overwhelming degree, you weren’t far behind.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. Feed from me. Now.”

She exposed her neck, shutting her eyes tight as the pleasure crescendoed. Unable to hold yourself back, you clamped down on her neck as soon as you came.

The two of you shattered the boundaries of time and space as you came. Wanda was sent hurtling through an orgasm so intense she lost her grip on reality. Then you sucked, the simple act of you sucking her blood made her cum again, making the witch scream.

This continued for a while, each time you sucked in more blood, your fangs released more venom, and each time, Wanda came harder than she ever had before. Her screams turned into hoarse groans until she lost her voice, and all she could do was tremble limply as another wave of pleasure took over her frayed senses.

When you withdrew your fangs, they retreated automatically. You rest your head against Wanda’s chest, freezing when you notice how shallow her breathing is.

You looked up frantically to see Wanda’s glossy eyes as she stared off into nothing. Her skin was scarily pale.

“Wanda?” You whispered, panicking. “Baby, please.”

Remembering the one time your mothers had briefly told you about vampire blood, you summoned your fangs and cut into your wrist.

You placed the cut above her mouth and watched the blood drip into her mouth. You jolted when Wanda clenched around the length of your strap inside her.

She grabbed your wrist and sucked blood, moaning as she drank more. You sighed as a hazy pleasure took over you, and the bond between you two strengthened as it began to naturally flow both ways without Wanda’s magic.

The colour in Wanda’s skin returned, and she let go of your wrist, and you two stared at each other.

“I.. I feel it.” She whispered.

You nodded, “I wasn’t sure, but I remember my moms had mentioned something about a two-way bond.”

Her eyes glistened with the weight of her emotions. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

You nodded with a smile, “You’re mine just as much as I am yours.. for the rest of eternity. Once your mortal body dies, you’ll emerge as a vampire.”

Wanda gulped at the sheer intensity of love she felt for you, grabbing your face and kissing you hard.

The movement made you shift deeper inside her, making you both moan in surprise.

You two stared at each other and grinned.

“Wanna-“

“Absolutely.”

You two began kissing again as you flipped her over and she rode you with fervour.

-

Tony sighed, checking his watch.

“It’s been almost two weeks..” He muttered incredulously. “They’ve been at it for two weeks.”

Natasha smirked as another loud crash sounded on the floor above them.

“I’m telling you, Tony…

Vampires be fucking.” X—X—X—X—X

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments <3

[pottersboy]

Prompt: Welcome

@drarrymicrofic

word count: 351

Harry’s eyes flutter open, the antiseptic smell flooding his nostrils instantly. He grunts, and makes to sit up, but stops when pain begins radiating up and down his arm.

“Slow down, Mr. Potter,” a voice says to his left, and raises his bed to a sitting position before a pair of gentle hands slides his glasses onto his nose. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit, honestly,” Harry answers, which earns him a smile, “is my partner-“

“I’m right here, Potter,” Draco interrupts, strutting into the room, his Auror badge hanging around his neck. He motions to the nurse who’s supposed to be checking Harry’s vitals, but is doing a lot more ogling than healing, “You can leave.”

The nurse nods, blushing, and disappears quickly from the room.

“Would it kill you to be nice?” Harry asks, eyeing Draco himself now that he was closer. His face was still smudged with dirt from their stakeout, and his wand holster was hanging loose around his chest.

“Yes,” he answers, crossing his arms, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“For what?” Harry inquires, knowing full well what for.

“Saving your life. Again. Third time this week, to be precise,” his tone is irritated, but the look on his face has softened as he surveys Harry’s arm, still healing from the blast.

“You like it,” Harry insists, and Draco rolls his eyes, scoffing and backing away. Harry presses further, “You like me. You said that before we got ambushed.”

“You remember that, do you?” Draco raises an inquisitive eyebrow, “and here I was hoping you had brain damage.”

“Nope,” Harry cocks his head, pushing himself to sit up straight, wincing from the pain, “so are you going to kiss me now? Or wait until my life needs saving again?”

Draco puts an arm on either side of Harry’s body, leans close enough that the smell of healing and cleanliness disappears, and is replaced by Draco’s citrusy musk.

“I’ll kiss you,” his breath hot on Harry’s lips, “when I’m good and ready.”

And then he strides from the room, leaving Harry in typical Malfoy fashion; hot and bothered.

[forwards-beckon-rebound]

jason todd instagram hcs

basics

his account's private

he created it around the same time he first knew about you

yes, he did do it because he realized it's probably weird for him to not have any sort of social media

and then randomly posted 2 things so he looked interesting (the shirtless pic may or may not be intentional and obviously the books to show his intellectual side or whatever)

really really bad with social media and all of the naming stuff (i mean are we surprised)

followers + following

mostly his family, friends, and other vigilantes he's worked with

literally whooped with joy the day wonder woman requested to follow him and he would not shut up about it

only person he's following is you ofc (he has a burner account so he can follow people and make sure his brothers aren't doing stupid stuff but he won't admit it)

highlights

yes he does refer to you as his wife to anybody who will listen (and even if they don't he'll still try to anyways)

it's a lot of photos of you guys on dates, some candids of you, basically whenever he thinks you look pretty (all the time) and you let him post the photo

i don't really see him being particularly sappy with his words so he probably just writes like "with my girl" or "date night" or something simple like that

and then some like classic rock song in the bg

honestly idrk what nunya is, i just thought it'd be funny to use that pic for something

probably him hanging out with his friends or random funny stuff he sees

will beat up a guy and then be like "lol went to check this guy's id and his name is deadass buford"

dog is of course photos of your dog, dog!! you guys share custody of her and you would kill anybody for her

there are some photos of him and dog that you've taken

but a lot of them are of you and dog

he likes to go through his wife and dog highlights when he's away on missions and stuff like that (but also he definitely has folders with way more photos on his phone)

posts

he doesn't post that often

but when he does it's usually of you lmfao

definitely posted the third pic from the bottom up when you guys got together

you took the photos of him for him and convinced him to post his to his instagram for once

the book he's reading is actually one you recommended

you guys have a mini book club between the two of you (you guys just read and annotate books and then trade)

you got him the harley davidson jacket because you figured he should have different jackets when he's going out as red hood and as jason todd or else he's not gonna have a secret identity for very long

he's kind of obsessed with it

accidentally got some sort of theme going on? you think it's so funny because this man didn't even know that instagram themes were a thing

dick ver.

[andy-15-07]

Hey, could i maybe request a pedro pascal x new actor reader both acting for a movie or smth and the writers try to make the reader to nude or Sexual scenes but she doesnt want to and pedro is defending and kinda orotecting her from their pressure and mean Treatment?

Under His Wing

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1390 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

The first rays of dawn had barely crested the mountains when you arrived on the sprawling backlot in Albuquerque. You’d been up since 4 a.m., butterflies fluttering in your stomach, excitement tempered by nerves. This was your first major role: playing the lead in a gritty thriller, opposite none other than Pedro Pascal. You’d admired his work for years,his intensity, his warmth, his uncanny ability to make every character feel so real.

You shook off the chill morning air as you stepped into the production office, clutching your script binder. The place buzzed with activity,assistants hauling coffee trays, costume designers measuring extras, grips lugging lighting rigs. You threaded your way to your trailer, heart pounding.

Inside, the door swung open. “Y/N! Morning.” Pedro stood in the doorway, dressed in comfortable sweats, hair tousled. He offered a steaming cup of tea. “I thought you might want this.”

You exhaled in relief. “You’re a lifesaver.” You took the cup, inhaling the herbal warmth. “Thank you.”

He grinned, leaning against the door frame. “First day jitters?”

“More like first big-league jitters.” You flipped open your binder. “I’ve read my lines a hundred times, but… I don’t know. Feels surreal.”

Pedro’s expression softened. He stepped forward, gently closing the binder. “Y/N, you were born for this. Trust yourself.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “And I’ve seen your audition tape. You killed it.”

A flush of gratitude warmed your cheeks. “Thanks… It means a lot coming from you.”

Before you could say more, the producers’ assistant peeked in. “Y/N, Mr. Reynolds wants to see you and Pedro in the conference room,he’s got some script updates.”

You and Pedro exchanged a glance. “Let’s do it,” he said, offering his arm.

–––

The conference room was bright and fluorescent, a long table lined with colorful binders and half-drunk lattes. At the head sat Michael Reynolds, the film’s head writer, a man in his fifties with wire-rim glasses and a perpetually impatient air. Next to him was Tanya Alvarez, the associate producer,sharp suit, sharper tongue.

Reynolds cleared his throat. “Morning. Thanks for coming early. We’ve been reviewing the script and… we have some changes.” He shuffled papers. “In the third act, we want to heighten the stakes. Y/N, your character’s capture should feel more… visceral. We’re thinking a nude interrogation scene.”

Your chest tightened. Nude. Interrogation. You glanced at Pedro. His warm gaze met yours, steady and encouraging.

Reynolds continued, oblivious to your tension. “Yes. Just for a moment,you’re stripped down, lights harsh, the villain interrogates you, slaps you, forces you to reveal secrets. We feel it amplifies vulnerability.”

You swallowed, voice catching. “I,I’m not comfortable doing full nudity. Is there a way to suggest it without… actual nudity?”

Tanya clicked her pen. “Honestly, the studio expects realism. Audiences are desensitized. They want grit. It’s what's trending.”

Pedro intervened gently. “Michael, Tanya, we can convey vulnerability without having Y/N completely nude. Suggestive lighting, strategic coverage,it can be just as powerful.”

Reynolds frowned. “Pedro, with all due respect, we hired Y/N for her commitment to authenticity. We need every moment to land.”

You glanced at Pedro, whose brow had firmed. “I agree with Pedro,” you said, voice steadier than you felt. “I want to do justice to the character, but full nudity isn’t something I’m ready for.”

Tanya’s lips thinned. “Are you refusing the role?”

Your throat clenched. “No. I just want to negotiate the scene.”

Reynolds pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re on a tight schedule. If you can’t do it… we might have to recast.”

Pedro stood, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m not trying to be difficult. But Y/N is our lead,she deserves respect, not threats. We find a creative solution.”

Tanya exchanged a look with Reynolds. “He’s protective.”

Pedro’s voice was quiet but resolute. “I’m protective because I care about good art and good people. We’ll discuss how to film the scene with utmost respect.”

Reynolds huffed. “Fine. We’ll talk. But understand, the studio wants the intensity.”

You nodded, heart pounding. “Thank you.”

Pedro offered you a supportive smile as you left the room. Once outside, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He draped an arm around you. “Always. You should never feel pressured to do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

Your eyes dampened. “I’m terrified they’ll replace me.”

He tilted your chin up. “Not on my watch.” He kissed your temple. “Let’s find a compromise.”

–––

By midday, you were back on set, framed in a stark interrogation room set,blank walls, a single hanging bulb, a steel chair. The camera stood by, crew bustling. Michael Reynolds approached, script in hand.

“I’ve rewritten the scene,” he announced. “We’ll use close-ups,suggestive framing. Y/N, you’ll wear a tight tank and high-waisted shorts. Lights will simulate nudity.”

Your shoulders sagged. “That’s… workable.”

Pedro clapped Michael on the shoulder. “Thank you for understanding.”

Reynolds nodded curtly. “Let’s roll.”

–––

“Action!”

Your character was already bound to a chair, looking bruised and defiant. The villain loomed, voice low and taunting. You struggled, voice trembling, tears brimming. The harsh light cast shadows over your collarbones and the curve of your waist, the tank soaked and clinging.

Pedro, as your ally-turned-traitor, entered the frame. He stood in the doorway, hands raised in mock surrender. His eyes locked onto yours,searing, full of conflict.

Your performance poured out: breaths ragged, tears trembling, voice hoarse. The villain grabbed your tank’s hem, yanked it down to your waist, and you gasped,strategic coverage exactly as planned. The camera cut to a close-up of your face, eyes wide, lips parted. Your vulnerability was palpable.

Pedro moved forward, hand on your shoulder, voice trembling. “Y/N,stop.”

You looked at him, stunned, voice cracking. “Why, Pedro?”

He shook his head, pulsing with emotion. “Because I believed you.”

Michael Reynolds watched the monitor, brow furrowed, but you and Pedro carried the tension, the rawness. On the monitor, the scene felt electric.

“Cut!” called the director.

You slid off the chair, knees unsteady. Pedro caught you, wrapping you in his arms. “You were incredible,” he murmured in your hair.

You exhaled, letting his warmth anchor you. “That was… intense.”

Pedro pulled back, brushing sweat from your forehead. “You held your ground, and you nailed it.”

Reynolds approached, clearing his throat. “That… was really powerful. Thank you both.”

Tanya lingered, eyes flicking between you and Pedro. “Well done.”

As the crew reset, Pedro guided you aside. “Hey,” he said quietly, “you okay?”

You leaned against him. “I am now.”

He kissed the top of your head. “We’ll face every challenge together.”

–––

Later that evening, the two of you walked through the deserted backlot, the sun sinking behind the mock city skyline. The hum of set lights buzzed overhead. Pedro carried two bottled waters.

You took one, sipping gratefully. “I can’t believe how nervous I was.”

He smiled, blue eyes soft. “And now?”

“Now I feel… proud. And safe.”

He stopped walking, turning toward you. “Good. Because you deserve to feel safe,always.” He tucked a hand into yours, thumb swiping gently.

You glanced up at him. “Thank you for having my back.”

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. “I told you,I’m protective.” He lowered his voice. “Of you.”

Your pulse quickened. “You’re going to make me blush.”

He winked. “Consider it part of the job description.”

You laughed, the sound echoing over the silent streets. He drew you close, warmth radiating. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Do you think we could… find time tomorrow night, after wrap, to… celebrate? Maybe dinner, just us?”

Your heart tugged. “I’d love that.”

He grinned, brushing his nose against yours. “It’s a date.”

You rested your head on his shoulder as you resumed walking. The lot stretched out like a dreamscape,empty storefronts, silent streets, the promise of tomorrow’s scenes.

In that moment, beneath the soft glow of the setting sun, you felt truly seen, truly protected. Pedro’s hand in yours was more than a gesture,it was a promise that whatever pressures lay ahead, you wouldn’t face them alone.

And as you crossed the lot toward your trailers, you knew this was only the beginning,of your career, of your partnership, of a bond that would weather every script rewrite, every demanding producer, and every challenge that came your way. Together.

[danieyells]

UPCOMING CARDS!!!

Gakuran set for Vagastrom!!! The new episode is tomorrow!!!! I AM IN LOVE WITH LEO AND HIS NASTY SMARMY EXPRESSION IN HIS CARD!!!! SHO'S LITTLE LIPBITE. ALAN CONFUSED AF IN CLASS IN CONTRAST TO LEO AND SHO WHO ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING AND AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION. Oh god and the sprite names I'm looking at i'm so ready for this episode. . . .

Also at the end! Sprites we can expect to see in the episode(names not the sprites themselves) and the name of Episode 20!!!

Yes the glitchiness is on purpose. I checked like twice. The fuckin lip bite tho

Character Card: Rebels' Paradise(「吹き溜まりの楽園にて」  "At The Social Dropout's Paraside") Skill: Lunch On The Roof(「屋上での昼食」  "Lunch On The Roof") Fully Awakened Skill: Top Of The Social Hierarchy(「ヒエラルキー上位」  "Top Of Yhe Hierarchy") Warding Card: Change Of Pace(「気分転換」  "Change Of Pace")

To this day the cats being anomalies confuses him a bit. . .he's at the bottom of the class while Subaru is at the top lol

Character Card: Beating Rain(「雨音をいつかの拳に重ね」  "Someday The Sound Of The Rain Will Cover His Fists" i think as in to say 'rather than hearing the violence you'll hear the rain'?) Skill: King Of Nage High(「ナゲ高の番長」  "Leader Of Nage High" a 「番長」 'banchou' is the leader of a group of delinquents) Fully Awakened Skill: Alone In The Rain(「雨の中、一人」  "In The Rain, Alone") Warding Card: Third-Year Classroom(「３年の授業風景」  "A Scene From The Third Year Class")

Godddssd his smarmy nasty little expression his dyed hair streaks HE IS KILLING ME I LOVE HIM. And then there's him and Sho, not paying attention in class because they have this shit memorized. . .only show up for test days lmao

Character Card: Colored Chaos(「無秩序に刺激的な色を」  "Chaotic, Exciting Colors") Skill: Class Disruption(「学級崩壊」  "Class Disruption") Fully Awakened Skill: Ranked First In The Year(「テストは学年１位」  "Ranked First In The Year's Exam") Warding Card: First-Year Classroom(「１年の授業風景」  "A Scene From The First Year Class")

Next episode's title is The Unfathomable Triangle(「禁じられた三角海域」 "The Forbidden Triangle In The Sea")! Are we going to the fucking bermuda triangle--

Sprite names of interest in this coming episode:

Alan/Leo/ShoGakuran

AlanDad

AlanChild/Teen

YoungDante

!!! ALAN LORE ALAN LORE ALAN LORE!!!!! AND DANTE LORE TOO???? I can't believe Dante would be Alan's stepdad if gay marriage were legal in Japan but instead they're adoptive brothers because in lieu of marriage homosexual couples in Japan often make sure they're legally considered family through adult adoption-- /joke

Aaand that's all I've got for you tonight. I'll see you tomorrow with the new sprites once I've gotten everything downloaded for ripping!! Here are the usual reminders and stats for you!

Gacha is gambling and gambling is a serious addiction! Help is out there if you're struggling, and there's no shame in seeking it if you're struggling with spending in gacha games! I know it sounds silly but it's true. It's easy to lose track of your spending online, so please set limits for yourself and stick to them. Remember that you don't have to go all out trying to get units now--banners always rerun and you'll get another chance in a few months at most.

I honestly haven't been practicing Japanese at all lately so it's actually getting worse lol. Take my translations with a grain of salt! They have professional localizers for a reason!

Stay in school! But remember that school isn't the end all be all of your life. Don't give up on yourself just because of some bad grades, or because of how your peers and teachers and faculty and family treat or regard you. You've got a whole life ahead of you, whether you're in school or not!

Stats! And then it's bedtime! Get a good sleep okay? If it's time to sleep anyway. Have a good rest of your day if not!

[afterglowsainz]

close to you | carlos sainz, alex albon

pairing: carlos sainz x gf!reader x alex albon

summary: after your boyfriend starts hanging out more with his future teammate, your start catching feelings for him, not knowing that he also seems to be interested in him

fc: different girls from pinterest

request: here

a/n: VIVA MEXICOOOO (that’s literally all i have to say)

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[dianea99]

Unpopular opinion (and you don't need to agree, I'm just getting this off my chest): Am I the only one who thinks Gi-hun has EVERY right not to talk to In-ho in Season 3?

I've seen a lot of people asking for a conversation between the two, as if Gi-hun needs to "see In-ho's human side," understand that "he's also a victim of the VIPs," and forgive him… And yes, there's some truth to that perspective. But I feel like, by repeating that narrative so often, it's brutally minimizing the pain In-ho caused him. Let's not forget that he killed Jung-bae.

That's no small feat. It's not an easy wound to process, especially with so little time between that event and the imminent end of the games. And what bothers me the most is that people idealize Gi-hun as if he were some kind of saint: pure compassion, pure empathy, incapable of hating anyone.

And no, that's not right either.

— Gi-hun is still a human being with intense emotions, with impulses. Do you really think that when he finds out In-ho is the Leader, he's going to stay calm, take a deep breath, and listen to his side of the story? — Besides, the author himself has said that Gi-hun won't be the same person we saw in the second season, and that could mean a lot of things… for better or worse.

It's not like in the fanfics where Gihun, upon learning the truth, almost reacts like, "Oh, you killed Jungbae, how embarrassing, now kiss me." 🥹

No, when he gets angry, seriously, he doesn't hesitate to attack. Look at how he was fighting with Sangwoo, who, despite loving him very much, got angry enough to fight over Sae Byeok, whom he had also grown attached to, but it was only because he could still manage to use his rational side that he didn't go so far as to kill him.

Remember that before, Gi-hun didn't even have anything personal against the frontman. I knew eliminating him wouldn't end the games because I understood that the VIPs were the root of the problem.

But after the rebellion… and after Jung-bae's death, things changed. This is now personal. And honestly, I think he's really going to seek revenge now. And that his anger is completely justified.

Don't get me wrong. We haven't even seen the third season yet, and anything can happen. I'm not closed to him eventually having an intense conversation with In-ho… BUT I do hope Gi-hun gets angry, causes a mess, and doesn't gloss over Jung-bae's death as if it didn't hurt. Because it hurt.

That's all. I just wanted to vent this pain I feel for Gi-hun. 😢

[shanastoryteller]

Someone posted something about Adam Milligan, and it made me think a bit, and now I'm curious- What's your opinion on the third Winchester son?

honestly i don't really have one

i kind of think the whole thing was lame lol. i didn't really feel like he had any chemistry with sam or dean and part of that i think was his awkward age. i know we don't meet the real adam until s5, but i think it's fair to assume him in s4 is a decent aproximation of him. sam was 26, dean was 30, and adam was 19 (and he was 19 when he was brought back a year later and meets 27 yo sam nad 31 yo dean). not quite old enough to feel like a peer, considering what they'd been through, but not young enough to treat like a child. adam never really fit and he never felt like their brother

i also never really got a sense that he had any sort of personality, but i do think this was all by design. the most interesting thing about adam was how sam and dean reacted to him. if anything adam exists to demonstrate how fucking weird sam and dean are. it's all we're brothers, we're family, that's why we have to do this, we're all we have. but adam's their brother, adam's their family, and he doesn't have anyone else. yes, dean goes back for him, but honestly dean would have gone back for lots of people. also, when they find adam's body, sam's the one who wants to resurrect him and dean's the one that says no. frankly, i think part of this is dean saw adam as potential competition for sam's affections. he's sam's brother, his only brother, and frankly the concept of 'brother' has been expanded and messed up by them to mean something else entirely. and trying to fold adam into that is impossible, because they have decades of growing their tree roots into the other's foundations, but i think dean finds the idea that sam was willing to try to be distateful

first adam was a foil and then he was a plot device and never at any point did i find him interesting

that said!

back when i was watching supernatural the first time around, i thought of a fic where sam is on his way to stanford and comes across adam who's running scared from the ghoul that just killed his mother. sam helps kill it, asks about his family, finds out this his brother and calls his dad in a rage. john tells him to drop the kid off at social services. sam gets mad at him about it, john retorts that he thought sam didn't think children should be raised this way anyway. and he doesn't, john's right, but that doesn't mean abandoning family. john scoffs and is like, what, you mean like you just did? don't call me about the kid again

and sam reduces his courseload and takes adam, maybe mostly because he refuses to let his dad be right about anything. sam's 19 and adam's 12 and this shouldn't fly at all, but also it's legal guardianship to his brother who wants him and and who's record and grades and history are clean and impressive enough to get him into stanford or putting him into the system where who knows what will happen to him, so with sam he goes. and adam knows about the supernatural and it killed his mother and he wants to fight it, so sam ends up raising adam to be a hunter even though he doesn't want to, trying to strike the balance he always resented dad for not giving it him and it turns out this is all hard as shit, actually

then john goes missing and dean comes to find sam but it's not just jessica in his apartment. adam's there too and insists on going on their hunt, saying john is his father too, and dean's about to blow a gasket or have a stroke or something

[itsshawtyysworld]

Hear me out: squid game edition

I've seen on tik tok and pinterest a lot of people saying 'hear me out' on the finest man of the entire south Korea which makes me believe this 'hear me out' has lost its meaning, so I'm gonna do a list full of my favorite underrated characters of squid game that no one talks about enough.

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N°6: That one math teacher from s1.

This man absolutely slayed his minutes of screen time and we have to admit he was smart as hell but unfortunately he was gone too soon (if he looked at me like that he would die looking a slurped caprisun)

N°5: The square masked officer

He was given 2 minutes of screen time and he served and ate. I don't know if this if just me but I hope he makes a bigger appearance in the third season because I feel like he has some potential (help me lord he's fine as hell)

N°4: Park Gyeong-Seok

Let's be real here, he did soooo good on episode 7, he literally went off and acted like he was in call of duty or something. He's honestly a great character and I got so sad they killed him because I want him to go back to his daughter (MY SHAYLA) but I also have a theory that N°11 (No-eul) was the one who went to shoot him but didn't actually kill him, this since we didn't see him die (he's so pookie I want him in my bed)

N°3: Choi Woo-Seok

My baby did nothing but serve face for the entirety of s2 (LMAO) but I honestly love him so much, he's such a cool and funny character, although i found slightly annoying how much trust he put onto captain Park but i can't blame him since Jun-ho also believes him but I hope they get to find that island in s3. (That fuckass chain of his makes him finer oof)

N°2: Deok-Su

BEFORE YOU COME AT ME LISTENNNN, OKAY? We can't lie and say he was the worst character because he WASN'T. Was he fucked in the head? Yes. Would he slay if he was alive during s2? Absolutely. This mf went INSANE during the bathroom fight and during lights out and although he wasn't the best with the brains, he definitely was one hell of a fighter. I don't think anyone in s2 would stand a chance if he was still alive (he's pretty fucking hot too I'd honestly let him destroy my insides)

N°1: Seong Gi-Hun

How tf is he the MAIN CHARACTER but also underrated??? He's quite literally one of the best characters in the entire show but I'm so disappointed at how much trust he puts on people (frontman) but that only shows how much kindness he has in heart, I mean, after watching over 600 people die, losing both his best friends (RIP MY SHAYLAS) and also losing contact with his daughter??? This man deserves the best therapist in the world. I also will NEVER forgive Netflix for cutting off his fluffy hair and for taking away his smile. (He's so pookie and this pic is making me feral I want him to look at me like that when he sees me laying naked on the table as he waits for dinner)

Anyway, this was a brief opinion on these characters and I know there's so much more I could say but I feel lazy and I can't remember half of the events of s1 but feel free to share your thoughts!! Like, repost and comment if you can I love you babes🫶🏽

[rafesorchid]

STRAWBERRIES ON THE SIDEWALK

how ditzy!reader and rafe met <3

plot: a bubbly, accident-prone girl catches the attention of Rafe, who quietly falls for her while she remains unaware. Through awkward moments and growing affection, they begin to navigate the start of something special.

CONTENT: Anxiety, mild swearing, slow-burn romance, accidental chaos, awkwardness, fluff.

have fun! <3

it all started because you dropped your ice cream.

not once.

not twice.

three times.

first time, the cone just slipped right out of your hand, like your fingers forgot how to work. you bent down to grab it, but your purse swung over your shoulder and smacked you in the face, so you stumbled back a few steps, flailing like a baby deer. the second you straightened up again — splat. your backup scoop, somehow, had also slid out of the little paper cup.

you just stood there blinking at it. two sad little puddles of pink and vanilla melting on the sidewalk.

“aw, man,” you mumbled to yourself, poking your lip out in a pout, twisting the hem of your dress in your fingers. “i really wanted that.”

rafe saw the whole thing from across the street.

he wasn’t supposed to be here — he’d gotten roped into running errands for rose, something about picking up dry cleaning — but the second his eyes landed on you, all clumsy and messy and heartbreakingly pretty under the sun, he stopped dead in his tracks.

he didn’t even think. he just crossed the street, barely looking for traffic, like something in his chest pulled him toward you.

and right as he got close enough to hear the little frustrated huff you made, you dropped your phone, too.

“shit,” you whined softly, crouching down to grab it. you missed it the first try. and the second.

third time’s the charm. you finally scooped it up, holding it like it might grow legs and run away again.

rafe watched, completely fucking entranced.

“you uh… you need some help, sweet girl?” he said finally, voice all low and easy, a little amused but mostly fond.

you jumped like you hadn’t even noticed him coming up, clutching your phone to your chest like it was a teddy bear.

you blinked up at him, wide-eyed. and oh, fuck, rafe thought. you were… jesus christ, you were beautiful. a little scuffed up, hair all mussed, shoes slightly askew, looking at him like you couldn’t tell if he was real.

“oh,” you said, breathless. “um. no, i’m good.” you paused. “wait. no. i mean, yes. i do need help. i dropped my ice cream.”

you looked so serious about it that rafe almost laughed. almost. but something about the way you were frowning down at the sidewalk, like the universe had personally wronged you, made his chest ache.

“i see that,” he said, nodding solemnly, like you were discussing something real important. “that’s a tragedy, honestly.”

your face lit up — so quick, so bright — like you were thrilled he understood the gravity of the situation.

“right??” you said, throwing your hands up. “i was so excited, too. it was supposed to be, like, my treat for getting through my shift without crying.”

rafe’s heart twisted.

he didn’t even know you. didn’t even know your name.

but he wanted to kiss you stupid right there on the sidewalk.

“what kinda ice cream was it?” he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out and brushing the hair out of your eyes.

“strawberry and vanilla swirl,” you said immediately. then you made a face, nose scrunching up a little. “was.” you sighed. “now it’s just soup.”

he smiled, slow and lazy.

you were killing him. absolutely wrecking him without even trying.

“c’mon,” he said, jerking his chin toward the little ice cream truck still parked down the block. “let’s get you a new one.”

you blinked again.

“…you don’t even know me,” you said after a second, voice all soft and confused, like it was genuinely blowing your mind that a stranger might be nice to you.

“not yet,” rafe said easily. “but i’m fixin’ that.”

you stared at him. he stared right back, letting you look, letting you see that he wasn’t kidding, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

after a moment, your face broke into a bashful little smile, and you nodded.

“okay,” you said. “but only if they still have sprinkles. i really wanted sprinkles.”

rafe laughed, warm and rough.

“baby,” he said, slinging an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world, “i’ll buy you the whole damn truck if they’re outta sprinkles.”

you just giggled, letting him steer you toward the curb, trusting him like you’d known him forever.

you didn’t even notice the way his hand tightened on your arm, protective, possessive, like he already knew he was never letting you go.

and rafe didn’t mind one bit that you didn’t notice.

he had time.

he had all the time in the world for you.

the ice cream truck was still there, thank god.

rafe kept his hand draped over your shoulders the whole walk over, steering you without even thinking about it, like he was afraid you’d trip over a crack in the sidewalk or wander into traffic if he let go.

which, honestly, wasn’t the craziest idea, considering the way you kept getting distracted.

you gasped halfway there, tugging on rafe’s sleeve.

“look! a puppy!” you said, pointing at a golden retriever snoozing under a bench.

rafe followed your finger.

“yeah, i see him,” he said, smiling down at you.

you were looking at the dog like it was a literal angel sent from heaven.

“he’s so cute,” you whispered, like it was a secret.

you stopped walking entirely to wave at it.

the dog didn’t even open its eyes.

you still waved like it might.

rafe watched you, absolutely floored.

how the fuck were you real?

he’d never seen anything like you.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, nudging you forward gently. “ice cream’s waitin’.”

you tore your gaze away from the dog with some visible effort, your bottom lip sticking out in a little pout.

but the second you looked back at him — all big bright eyes and messy hair and sunshine — rafe forgot what the hell he was even doing.

all he could think was mine mine mine mine mine.

you finally made it to the truck.

rafe kept you tucked against him while you looked at the menu like it was the hardest math test you’d ever seen.

“wait,” you said, brow furrowing. “should i get sprinkles or gummy bears?”

“both,” rafe said immediately.

you lit up.

“i can do that?” you asked, genuinely shocked.

“you can do whatever you want, baby,” rafe said, deadly serious. “anything you want.”

you smiled so wide rafe thought he might actually drop dead on the spot.

he ordered for you without even asking, like he could already guess what you’d want — strawberry-vanilla swirl, sprinkles and gummy bears, and a second cone just in case.

you beamed up at him like he hung the damn moon.

he had to look away for a second, just to keep it together.

you sat on the curb together, your knees bumping against his while you licked your ice cream, humming happily to yourself.

rafe didn’t even bother with his own.

he was too busy watching you.

you kept dropping gummy bears onto your lap and scrambling to pick them up before they melted.

at one point, you tried to balance your cone in the crook of your elbow while you used both hands to scoop a whole pile of sprinkles off your jeans.

it did not go well.

“shit,” you muttered, frantically catching the cone right before it fell. “i’m so bad at this.”

rafe chuckled low in his throat.

“you’re perfect,” he said without thinking.

you froze for half a second, blinking at him.

then you just smiled, all sweet and unbothered, like you thought he was just being nice.

“thanks!” you said brightly, like he hadn’t just fucking confessed his soul to you.

then you went right back to eating your ice cream, kicking your feet idly in the air.

rafe scrubbed a hand over his face.

he was so screwed.

“what’s your name, sweet girl?” he asked after a minute, voice a little rough.

you looked up at him again, nose scrunching a little like you had to think about it, which nearly made him laugh again.

finally, you told him — soft and shy and sing-song, like it was a secret just for him.

rafe repeated it under his breath, tasting it, filing it away in the safest part of his mind.

“pretty,” he said, grinning when you blushed.

“yours is pretty too,” you said without missing a beat. “like… like a soap opera guy or something.”

rafe barked out a laugh.

“you think i sound like a soap opera?”

you nodded seriously, licking a drip off your wrist.

“yeah. like, rafe cameron… heart surgeon,” you said dramatically, flinging your hand out.

you almost smacked him in the face.

he caught your wrist easily, holding it between his fingers like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

he didn’t let go right away.

“nah, baby,” he said, voice low and sweet. “ain’t no doctor. but i’d fix up that pretty little heart of yours anytime you want.”

you just tilted your head at him, chewing thoughtfully on your straw.

“i think my heart’s okay,” you said finally.

you sounded genuinely puzzled.

rafe laughed again, scrubbing his thumb across your knuckles.

“it is,” he agreed. for now, he didn’t say. til you give it to me.

you went quiet for a second, then gasped so loud he jumped.

“wait!” you said, bouncing a little on the curb. “i forgot to ask — what’s your favorite ice cream?”

rafe blinked.

you were worried about him?

he didn’t know whether to kiss you or put you in his pocket and carry you around like a lucky charm.

“whatever you’re havin’,” he said honestly.

your mouth dropped open.

“no way,” you said, scandalized. “you can’t copy me! that’s, like, illegal!”

he leaned closer, until you could feel his breath on your cheek.

“guess you’ll have to arrest me, then,” he murmured.

your cheeks went pink again, and you ducked your head, pretending to focus very hard on your ice cream cone.

rafe just grinned, absolutely fucking smitten.

he had no idea how he got so lucky, but he knew one thing for damn sure — he wasn’t letting you slip away.

not now.

not ever.

the sun was starting to sink lower behind the rooftops, throwing everything in gold and pink.

you had ice cream all over your fingers, little smudges of strawberry on your mouth, and you still hadn’t noticed the way rafe was staring at you like you were the only thing in the whole damn world.

he was sitting close enough that his knee bumped yours every time you shifted.

you didn’t seem to notice.

you just kept swinging your legs and babbling about the dumbest, cutest shit he’d ever heard.

“—and one time i tried to bake a cake but i forgot to put flour in it,” you were saying, eyebrows scrunched. “it was just, like, soup. cake soup.”

rafe laughed, low and real.

he couldn’t help it.

you were too much.

too sweet. too soft. too good.

“you’re dangerous, aren’t you, baby?” he teased, nudging your knee with his.

you looked scandalized.

“no!” you said quickly. “i’m a really good driver. and i only set the fire alarm off, like, twice!”

he laughed harder this time, full-bodied, tilting his head back.

you just smiled at him like you didn’t even realize you were funny.

rafe swiped a thumb over your mouth, wiping away a little drip of melted ice cream before it could run down your chin.

you froze.

“gotcha,” he murmured, his thumb dragging slow across your bottom lip.

he didn’t even mean to — he just couldn’t not touch you.

you blinked up at him, all wide-eyed and pink-cheeked, like you didn’t know what to do.

like no one had ever touched you so gently before.

“th-thanks,” you stuttered.

then you immediately dropped your cone again.

it landed right in your lap.

sprinkles everywhere.

you let out a tiny, devastated whimper.

rafe didn’t even think.

he grabbed a handful of napkins from his pocket and crouched in front of you, swiping carefully at the mess.

“easy, sweet girl,” he murmured, brushing sprinkles off your dress. “s’okay. we’ll get you a new one.”

“but i dropped two,” you mumbled miserably.

“then we’ll get three next time,” rafe said easily.

you sniffled, and for a horrifying second, rafe thought you might actually cry over it.

he reached for you on instinct, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him.

“hey,” he said, soft and low. “don’t be sad, alright? i got you. ‘m not goin’ anywhere.”

you stared at him, all shiny-eyed and trusting.

it made something break wide open inside his chest.

he needed your number.

he needed everything.

“you got a phone, baby?” he asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear.

you nodded, still a little dazed.

“yeah, but it’s kinda stupid,” you said solemnly. “it always dies at, like, thirty percent. like, just… boom. dead.”

rafe smiled, thumbing at your cheek.

“then lemme put my number in it real quick,” he said. “just in case you need someone to come rescue you from evil ice cream cones or… exploding phones or whatever else you get yourself into.”

you giggled, handing it over without a second thought.

rafe took it, entering his number so fast his hands shook a little.

he added a little heart after his name without even meaning to.

then he took a picture of himself and set it as his contact photo — just in case.

when he handed it back, you were looking at him all starry-eyed.

like he’d just handed you the damn moon.

“thanks, rafe,” you said, soft and sweet.

“anytime, baby,” he said.

and he meant it.

he watched you carefully tuck your phone back into your bag — then immediately watched you miss the bag entirely and just drop it on the ground.

you both stared at it for a second.

“i’m so dumb,” you said, laughing helplessly, clapping a hand over your mouth.

rafe’s heart squeezed so hard he thought it might actually stop.

he bent down, picking up your bag, and slipped the strap gently over your shoulder for you.

“nah,” he murmured, letting his fingers trail down your arm. “you’re perfect.”

you went still again, staring up at him with those huge pretty eyes.

and this time, for a split second, rafe thought maybe you did feel it too — the heat, the pull, the way the whole world had narrowed down to just you and him.

but then you smiled, all sunshine and cluelessness, and said,

“you’re really good at picking up purses. you should do that for a living.”

rafe laughed, low and breathless.

he was so, so fucked.

and he didn’t even care.

author's note

this one is like reeeaally long, but nonetheless, hope you had fun reading, my sweet beautiful people <3

[leclercsainzz]

ILLICIT AFFAIRS PART 2

PAIRINGS: lando norris x gf!reader / tom blyth x fem!reader

TYPE: social media au

WARNING: // cheating implied

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5

yourusername

liked by landonorris, tomblyth and 671,810 others

yourusername: the film is out! ❤️

tagged: @tomblyth

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user: seeing it tonight!!!

user: ya’ll see that kiss or??? 👀

oscarpiastri: do i still get those free tickets? 🤔

↳ yourusername: of course!

↳ landonorris: and me?

↳ oscarpiastri: you’re rich, shut up

user: wonder how @landonorris felt seeing his girlfriend kissing another guy like that

user: watched the movie last night and OMG

user: yn, do you prefer buzz cut or long hair on coriolanus?

↳ yourusername: buzz cut all the way!!!!!

↳ user: mother knows what’s up 😌

user: LOVED the movie!!

tomblyth: you’re truly phenomenal! ❤️

↳ yourusername: right back at you, my love ❤️

↳ user: STFU NSPAKSNDBFD

↳ user: @landonorris WHERE U AT, BRO???

user: “love” 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: not just “love” but “MY love” like?? 😭😭

user: watching it tomorrow, cannot wait!

user: her bf is stronger than me bc i would’ve been crying

user: DID YA’LL SEE THE KISS SCENE??? 🫣🫣🫣

↳ user: i was like 😮‍💨

↳ user: he kissed her like she was air 🫠 like the air he needs

user: the way tom’s looking at her in that third slide 😩😩

user: you both killed it, omg!!

↳ user: pov coryo took that personal 🤪

user: SNOW LANDS ON TOP, MF!

↳ user: on top of me, yes!

landonorris: you killed it, pretty girl ❤️

↳ yourusername: 😊

user: the difference between her responds to tom vs lando

↳ user: she’s over here calling tom “my love” while lando just gets some bs of emoji, i CANNOT 💀

user: lando be fighting for his girl’s affection, i swear

user: yn with tom 😩🥰🥰❤️😊😍😌😍😘🥵🥵😍🥰

↳ user: vs yn with lando 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

↳ user: i feel like she’s definitely in love with tom

↳ user: he’s also in love with her, its so obvious

user: tom NEEDED that kiss in order to breathe, i swear

↳ user: dude he kissed her with so much hunger and desperation had me giggling the whole time

↳ user: convinced that was just tom and yn

user: HAPPY RELEASE DAY YA’LL!!! ❤️❤️🐍

user: you and tom were truly phenomenal as snow and lucy

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️

landonorris

liked by carlossainz55, yourusername and 698,974 others

landonorris: fun times with MY girl! 😘

tagged: @yourusername

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user: he really said, “my girl”

user: is she attending next race??

user: he saw all the yntom shippers so he had to shut them up real quick, honestly as he should!

user: PARENTS ARE BETTER THAN EVER ❤��❤️❤️❤️

user: what about tom? 😭😭 @yourusername

↳ user: girl, bffr

user: idc i’m still shipping yn and tom

user: lando said, “everyone can sit tf down bc she’s my girl”

yourusername: love yaa 😘

↳ landonorris: i love you too ❤️

↳ user: yntom shippers how we feeling??? 😭😭

user: idk why but her comments/replies to lando seem so dry??? like before she’d say the cutest shit ever and now it’s like she just comments bc she has no other choice

↳ user: seems like she’s falling out of love to me

user: @tomblyth GET YOUR GIRL, DONT GIVE UP

user: everyone who is constantly shipping yn and tom need to move on!! she’s literally happy in her relationship with lando

user: are they officially back together??

user: @tomblyth

user: @tomblyth

user: she’s soo beautiful!!! 😍😍

user: lando really said, “if she’s anybody’s girl she’s MINE”

user: ynlando nation rise!!!!!

user: i know she’s clearly happy with lando but her and tom are honestly just the cutest

user: @ everyone who still ships tom and yn

user: not “my” but “MY” 👀

user: he got tired of ppl shipping his girl with someone else

user: mate, you’re stronger than bc the way yn talks about tom is just INSANE! she’s in love with him .. open your eyes

carlossainz55: 🤩🤩

user: the emphasis on the “my” 🤭🤭

oscarpiastri: this is cute or whatever

↳ user: my fav boy

user: wait!! does that mean we will be seeing yn in the paddock again???

↳ user: i hope so!!! 😩😩

user: idk about you all but i feel like her smile/face glows more whenever she’s with tom …….

↳ user: definitely, i agree!

↳ user: that’s bc tom’s her ✨daylight✨

↳ user: shUT uP OMG OMG, YESSS

↳ user: i foUnd my people

user: i missed her, omg ❤️❤️😭😭😭

user: will she be at the next race???

user: i feel like if she’s in love with tom, she should dump him

↳ user: that’s harsh, damn 😭😭

yourusername

liked by landonorris, joshandresrivera and 678,739 others

yourusername: a small bts photo dump:) 💗

tagged: @hunterschafer @tomblyth @joshandresrivera @the.sofia.sanchez

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user: hunter’s soo gorggg 😍😍😍

user: “a small bts” but it’s just tom

↳ user: it’s her excuse to post tom 🤣

user: the 6th photo was so unnecessary napaksns

hunterschafer: 😘😘😘😘❤️

user: wovey 🥺

user: yn’s down bad for tom, huh???

user: the chemistry they have on and off the screen is just unbelievably insane, omgg

user: 6th SLIDE??? HELLO??!!? MA’AM??!!?

user: I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

user: lando 💔💔💔💔💔💔

user: her and tom are DEFINITELY more than just friends and ya’ll CANNOT convince me otherwise

↳ yourusername: we’re just friends

↳ user: yeah and i’m jlaw’s daughter, but good try babe

tomblyth: my favorite girl!! ❤️

↳ user: SIR???

↳ user: bitCh what???!? 😳

↳ user: your what????

user: not him calling her his girl, BYE 😭😭😭😭

user: THIS LANDO MF BLIND ASF OMG 😭 iTs cLEAR THAT THERE’S MORE TO THIS WHOLE “friendship” BS

user: tHe 6th slide napaldndnfnc

user: not her posting the lake scene

user: wAit- are they about to kiss in the 6th slide??? bc i don’t remember no kiss in that scene

user: everyone is freaking over the 6th slide but the last one??? HELLO????? the hand on the chin?? 😩😩😩😩

↳ user: i thoUght i was the only one laswowhrbd

user: wovey, my love ❤️❤️❤️

joshandresrivera: love you, loser ❤️

user: their chemistry bro 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user: its the way he’s looking at her in the last pic

user: tom and yn took their “relationship” to the next level

user: patiently waiting for lando’s comment

↳ user: i don’t think he knows what to comment 😭

user: she looks so much happier with tom, i swear

user: yn, be honest, are you in love with tom??!?

user: nah i feel bad for lando, bro 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: bro is clueless

user: lando losing on and off the track

↳ user: 💀💀💀💀💀

user: i genuinely want to know what type of relationship her and tom have cause???? it’s def more than friendly

user: @landonorris

user: i feel like she’s cheating on lando 😬

↳ user: 100%

user: they weren’t acting in the movie 😭 they were just being themselves, i swear

user: lando is one of the strongest soldiers i know!!!

user: i feel so bad for lando 😕😕😕😕

↳ user: he deserves better (me)

user: if you don’t want lando, i’ll happily take him

user: genuine question are they dating?? tom and yn, that is??

↳ user: no, but they might as well be dating atp

user: ya’ll gotta understand that a male and female can be close friends without having to be involved in a romantic way

↳ user: PREACH!

↳ user: there’s a thing called cheating, yk????

↳ user: with the way these two act there’s definitely more going on than just a friendly relationship

imessage

yourusername

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yourusername: NUMBER ONE?!!?!!?????!!!!!??

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user: gagged the hater with this one!!

user: your singing had me captivated

thehungergames: ❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: CORIOLANUS >>

user: you were amazing

user: proud of you!!!

tomblyth: you did that!! 🤩

↳ yourusername: no, babe, WE did that!! 👏🏼

↳ user: “babe” 😭😭😭😭

↳ user: ma’am just say yall together atp

user: well deserved

user: singing was phenomenal, omggg

user: that’s what happens when snow lands on top!! 🤩

📌 pinned

user: number one in the world and in my heart ❤️

user: you and tom were absolutely phenomenal

↳ yourusername: 💗💗💗💗

landonorris: you deserve it!! ❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

user: lucy gray is stronger than me bc personally i would’ve sat down with coriolanus and talked it out

↳ user: no bc same!!!! 😩 like i can fix him

↳ user: i would’ve ran away with him, idc

↳ yourusername: babes, are we just forgetting that he’s the reason finnick’s dead???? or the fact that he’s crazy???

user: SNOW LANDS ON WHAT EVERYONE??!!?

user: proud of you, my love!!! ❤️❤️

user: not her holding a grudge against snow for killing finnick she’s so real for that LMAOOOO

↳ tomblyth: 😩😩😩

user: the real question is did snow ever love lucy gray??

↳ yourusername: i like to believe so, yes! but he definitely loved power more:(

↳ tomblyth: lies 😑 (i agree)

↳ user: please 😭😭 he’s so unintentionally funny

user: you guys all deserve it, each one of you was amazing!!

user: my snowbaird heart ❤️❤️

user: best movie this year, i don’t make the rules

songbirdsandsnakes: thanks to our favorite coriolanus snow and lucy gray!!!! 🤩🤩🤩🤩

user: the movie was amazing, well done!!

user: I NEED MORE OF SNOW AND LUCY GRAY 😩😩

↳ user: i think we all do!!!

user: well deserved, pretty girl!!!!

carlossainz55: proud of you, yn! ❤️❤️❤️

↳ yourusername: ❤️ thank you, carlos

↳ user: missing this duo 🥺

user: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: you and tom smashed it

↳ user: they took the “smashing” part too serious 🫢

↳ user: you did not 💀

user: my lucy gray 🤩

user: I NEED A PIC WITH THIS CAST AND THE OG’S

↳ user: yn met jennifer, i believe .. but same!!! 😩😩

user: your singing was phenomenal, babe!!!

user: why’d you leave snow at the end??? 😭😭😭😭

↳ yourusername: cause he’s crazy??????

↳ user: he just wanted to talk tho????!!? 😩 all you had to do was sit and talk with him and apologize to him????

↳ yourusername: so he can kill me after????

↳ user: he would do NO such thing

tomblyth

liked by yourusername, landonorris and 684,830 others

tomblyth: it’s crazy to think tbosas is currently number one at the moment! this was such an unforgettable experience and i’m grateful i got to experience it with @yourusername ❤️

tagged: @yourusername

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user: I CANT, OMG

user: THE FIRST POST 😭😭😭

user: lando being in the likes??? 👀

yourusername: wouldn’t have wanted it any other way

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

songbirdandsnakes: snowbaird lives with you both ❤️

user: you both deserve it!!!

user: you killed it, mate! ❤️

user: they were both phenomenal, i cannot

user: both were incredible leads

user: it’s hard to tell if they’re just affectionate with each other or there’s simply more

user: if they aren’t dating, i NEED them to date 😭😭

user: they’re in love and nobody can convince me otherwise

↳ user: it’s so obvious

user: amazing leads!!!! 🤩🤩🤩

user: not lando liking 😭😭

user: SNOW LANDS ON TOP

user: you were amazing as snow! 👏🏼

user: does lucy gray haunt your dreams, be honest

↳ tomblyth: always

user: phenomenal actor

user: lucy gray or lucy gray??

↳ tomblyth: mhm .. none, i think i prefer lucy gray

↳ user: AS YOU SHOULD!

user: MY CORIOLANUS SNOW!! ❤️❤️ you were AMAZING

user: ya’ll cannot tell me snow didn’t love lucy bc he did

↳ user: he did love her in his own twisted way but he loved power more:((

user: i watched the move like 4 times already

user: if evil why so hot??

user: you and yn were phenomenal as snow and lucy gray

↳ tomblyth: ❤️ appreciate it, mate

user: why’d you betray my boy sejanus like that? 😭😭

user: LANDO IN THE LIKES 👀

↳ user: hes crying in a corner after seeing the first pic

user: they messed with our feelings 😩😩

↳ user: noo frr cause tell me why i was rooting for them knowing damn well how it would all end up 💔

user: i NEED them together

user: they look so good together 😩

user: you can definitely tell they love each other and not just as “friends”

user: well deserved!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: in my world snowbaird ended up together and are living happily ever after

↳ user: same!!!

↳ user: snowbaird and yntom

user: i know she’s dating someone but they look so good together, it’s like they are meant to be

imessage

pt3??

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