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Fascination ( Tommy Shelby )

requested by @runnning-outof-time : "Hi Nicole!! Sorry to hear you’re still not feeling the best 😞😞 I was wondering if you could write something with Tommy using this prompt: ❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜ ? Hope you feel better soon!! 💕"

word count: 855

warnings: mention of a disagreement, making out I guess

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

author's note: thank you for your sweet message, k. I really hope you'll enjoy this small blurb. it was really fun to write.

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“I’m not afraid of you.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side, a slight smirk gracing his lips while he took a few steps towards you. At the same time, you moved backwards, your lower back hitting Tommy’s desk, your hands grabbing the edge of it tightly.

Was it a lie that you were not afraid of Tommy Shelby? Maybe. You weren’t really sure.

Yes, he was a very intimidating man, yet you also knew that he had a soft side, a side that he didn’t show to anyone, not even to his family sometimes. 

Just a few minutes ago, you had gotten to the point where Tommy was about to show you this other side of him, when all of a sudden, a strange man walked into the betting shop, shouting at Tommy. You looked at the man with wide eyes, scared that he would do something he would regret, however when you looked at Tommy, his blue eyes stared deadly at the other man, and you knew that what was about to come wasn’t very pleasant to look at, hence you left and hid in Tommy’s office. 

Now here you were, pressed against the desk while you looked into the blue eyes of the man who stood in front of you. 

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you like to know what I’ve done to the man?” Tommy asked you, one of his eyebrows lightly raised while he looked at you intently. 

Your breath hitched lightly while you shook your head. You didn’t want to know because you guessed that you already knew, and hearing him utter these words and telling you all about how he killed this man would make you change the way you saw Tommy.

You knew Tommy was one of those guys your parents had warned you about, the ones you shouldn’t talk to and never work for. Yet, you did all of these things. You worked for Tommy and you talked with him on a daily basis, even about topics that didn’t regard the Shelby Company. 

The man in front of you took one more step towards you, his hand finding yours, pulling you away from his desk, and making you stumble into his arms. You put your hands on his chest, creating some space between the two of you while you looked up into his eyes again, a curious expression gracing your face. 

“You fascinate me, y/n.”, he suddenly said in his deep voice. 

You could feel your cheeks heating up, your eyes wide as you tried to comprehend his words. Tommy Shelby, the Tommy Shelby found you … fascinating? 

“Why?”, you suddenly asked, your heart picking up speed while you felt his fingers move up and down on your arm, goosebumps appearing all over your body. 

Tommy chuckled, noticing your cheeks turning red. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he found it adorable. 

“You started working for me without even asking what you’d have to do.”, he started.

“You stay longer than anyone else, even longer than me sometimes. You stare at me, which yes, I have noticed. Your cheeks get as red as they are now whenever I catch you doing it.”

You felt embarrassed. You always thought you were clever and no one, especially Tommy, would catch you looking at your boss. Oh, how wrong you were. 

“You told me once that everyone had warned you to work for me, yet you do. You also never ask questions, you just do what I tell you to do. Why?”

“I don’t know.”, you said quietly, almost inaudible, your eyes still looking into his blue ones.

Tommy nodded his head, his fingers still caressing your arm until he stopped and put his hand on your cheek, pulling you even closer to him.

You could feel yourself getting lost in the moment. You could feel yourself falling more and more for Tommy Shelby, something you knew you shouldn’t do, yet you knew that if you weren’t mistaken, he had been sending you signals. 

Your eyes widened when you saw Tommy move. He leaned in, his lips close to yours as you felt his breath on your face. You closed your eyes, waiting for the moment to finally feel his lips on yours, however, the moment never came. Instead, you felt his lips on your neck. 

Your eyes opened wide, a gasp left your lips, and a shudder spread all over your body as you felt his lips press multiple kisses all over your neck. You lifted your hand up, putting it on the back of his head while you started playing with his hair. 

“Maybe, I find you fascinating as well.”, you whispered before a moan escaped your lips. 

Tommy hit a sensitive spot on your neck and you could feel his smirk on your skin as he continued to leave kisses on that special spot. 

After a little while, he pulled away, yet his face stayed close to yours, his blue eyes looking deeply into your e/c ones, and you swore you could see a faint smile on his lips. 

“I’m glad we both find each other fascinating.”

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What I would give to have this man give me his jacket!! 😭

ahhhh yassss Kristiiiiiii congrats on hitting 8k, you deserve it and the absolute world! I love you so friggin much!!

okay okay so for your lil autumn celebration (which I am in love with the idea btw) can I please request prompt 11 from the the third list "did you bring a jacket?" / "no" / "here, take mine." with my husband ofc, I just need that man’s jacket to swallow me whole ya know

thank you bby, ily, and I can’t wait to read what you write!!!

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

summary: it's supposed to be hot in Texas so it completely blind sighted you when you got freezing cold during your sunset horse ride with Jake. Good thing he always comes prepared.

wc: 677

a/n: Hope I love you with every fiber of my being! thank you for always being there for me

It was still hot in October. At least, when the sliding doors opened in the airport you stepped out into a simmer instead of a rolling boil. You could tell it was still daylight in Austin as you napped, the golden light pouring in through one of the windows in the guest room, little beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck yet you still refused to remove the burnt orange duvet. 

“Darlin,’” Jake whispered, his strong hand on your hip gently shaking you awake. 

“I’m up,” you yawn. The bed dipped as Jake climbed in, jean-clad knees creating creases into the leaf-patterned sheets. Augusta Seresin loved a theme, every room (if she could help it)  in the Seresin Ranch was decked out for the fall season. His nose dragged along your jaw, followed by his warm lips. 

“Ma wants us to take Dolly and Reba out,” he told you in between kisses. Rolling over, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His skin was as warm as the room, only certain spots on his face were cooled by the blasting air conditioner. 

“One more,” you mumbled. 

Jake rolled his eyes and kissed you again, stifling your giggles, “One more.” 

— 

You were confused when he opened the front door, cool air caressing your face as you walked out onto the porch. This was Texas? Or you assumed it was supposed to be hot all the time. The t-shirt and jeans you wore would be enough, you didn’t think it would get any colder. 

Jake lovingly prepared the horses, talking to them as if they were his kids as he placed their saddles on their backs, sneaking them the extra sugar cubes his mother disapproved of. “You’re gonna wear that?” you chuckled as you mounted Reba, getting comfortable. Jake had grabbed his thick jean jacket, the sherpa inside always kept him warm in the winter. 

“You gonna wear that?” his eyes darted teasingly at your lack of layers. 

You rolled your eyes and headed out of the barn, the sun beginning to set. “Come on, cowboy,” you hummed. 

You rode in comfortable silence, his jade green eyes looking over at you once or twice while you were busy looking at the trees and their changing colors. He wished he had that camera you had gotten him for his birthday, able to capture the prettiest person he’d ever seen in the place he loved the most, with the horse he loved the most. 

“I feel you staring,” you said evenly, hiding the smile. 

“Do you blame me?” He retorted. You looked over and shook your head, no longer trying to hide the childlike smile. 

The air had gotten colder as you got further down the path, the cool caress turning into a chill nipping at your nose. The cold created goosebumps on your skin, making you shiver. You let out a little grunt of discomfort, Jake looked over at you instantly. “Cold?” 

“No,” you huffed, lying through your chattering teeth “This is Texas. It’s not supposed to be cold here.” 

“We’re not a desert, sweetheart,” he snickers. “Did you bring a jacket?” he asked, it was more for his satisfaction. He knew you didn’t bring one. 

“No…” your words trailed off. 

“Here,” he passed you the jacket, resting it in front of you, “take mine.” 

He pulled a little on the reins and got close beside you, letting go to shrug off his jacket. “You need this,” you tried to decline. 

“Baby, you need this more than I do.” 

“Jake.” 

“It smells like me.” You paused, body stilling as you looked down at the coat. Damn, he got you there. You didn’t look at him as you put it on, the warm fabric shielding you from the cold. Pressing your nose into the sherpa-lined collar, you inhaled his scent: spicy, warm, with just a hint of hay. “Better?” 

You hummed and turned your attention to him, “Much. Thank you.” 

The aviator winked and clicked his tongue, Dolly moving on ahead.

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Ohh I’m new to this fandom but oh my word do I love this fic!! All the tropes I love (husband, cocky, totally in love) are there and I am here for it!!

The only one for me [J.S]

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Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Words: 2k

Summary: Other women just don’t seem to care that you’re Jake’s wife or the fact that you’re sitting right next to him whilst they flirt with him

Warnings: Fluff, some angst, slight insecure reader, Jake’s a whole softie, making out, some sexual implications but not really.

It’s not his fault and you know it. It’s not as if he’s purposely picking out other women and flirting with them in front of you; it’s just his personality and the way he is - too friendly for his own good and too good-looking for his own good - so every interaction just happens to be mistaken for flirting. It’s also obvious that he’s with someone, he has you pressed up against him in the booth, his arm thrown protectively behind your back to squeeze you and to show every man in the Hard Deck that you’re his.

You only wish the women had half the decency that the men had not to flirt with your husband right in front of you.

It would be impossible for any man to try and flirt with you in front of Jake, a hard stare and maybe even a ‘back off, man’ would be all they would get. You, on the other hand, do not possess the skill of a hard glare or even to interrupt whatever lady that sat down right beside Jake, twirling their hair and batting their lashes as if you weren’t sitting right there under Jake’s arm.

It’s not as if he indulges in the flirting, he’s just friendly - much to your dismay.

You try not to let it bother you - you really do - but it still does. The stupid pit of jealousy sits in your stomach and gnaws at it until you feel sick; you feel sick of watching these women ignore you and talk to Jake like he’s up for grabs.

Maybe that’s another thing, they do it because they don’t see you as a competition. They’re all beautiful and confident, batting their lovely eyes at Jake because he’s gorgeous and you’re just so painfully you.

You nurse the drink in your hand with a pitiful look on your face, leaning into Jake’s side as he talks idly with the woman sitting so close to him he can’t move anywhere.

It feels horrid to feel so icky because Jake’s not the one doing anything wrong and it’s not as if you could ban him from speaking to another woman again, but god, you want to just tell her to fuck off - but you never would.

The woman laughs loudly at something he said, hitting his arm, “you’re hilarious! I love a man with humour,” she says, winking at her last statement.

She could’ve just come and hit you in the stomach and poured your drink over you because her words had the exact same effect. You rolled your eyes involuntarily, not even the tiniest bit nervous about her seeing it, her eyes were glued to Jake.

“Gotta keep the missus happy somehow,” he smiles politely, squeezing you against him, “ain’t that right, baby?”

He laughs a little at his own words as he looks toward you, only for his smile to be wiped off his face as he takes in the solemn look on your face; the way you stare at the empty glass in your hands, obviously not paying attention to his conversation or words.

The woman laughs awkwardly, giving you a dirty look that you didn’t see, “I didn’t realize you were married.”

Jake doesn’t answer her, instead, he lowers his head to nudge your temple with his lips and whispers in your ear, “baby?”

The affection pulls you from your trance and you hum, looking from your glass to his face, a concerned frown pulls at his lips and brow - you reach up to smooth over the crease that has settled and his eyes soften.

“You okay? You wanna go home? Too loud?” He asks and if you could melt into a puddle you would at the genuine concern etched in his words and how he would drop everything just to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible and having fun.

“Only if you want to, I don’t mind waiting till you’re done,” you whisper back, leaning into his body and his soft touches.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaving a kiss against your hair, “I’m done now then.”

Before you had the chance to say anything more he’s already politely asking the stunned woman to move, sliding out of the booth with your purse and jacket on one arm and the other reached out for you to take.

It takes you a moment before you’re grabbing ahold of his arm, purposely ignoring the dirty look the woman gives you before she’s huffing and storming in the opposite direction. You sigh in relief, gripping Jake’s arm tight as he leads you by his fellow pilots to wave goodbye and then out the front door of the Hard Deck.

Jake keeps an eye on your face, smiling at the way you cling to his arm, “you’re sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” he asks when you reach his truck.

Before you have a chance to open the passenger door, he had you caged against the vehicle, arms on both sides of your body as he looks down at you with a certain look, waiting for you to answer him.

You let out a sigh, placing both hands on his biceps, “I just wish they would see me as a threat.”

“Who?” His eyebrow is raised and if he wasn’t so confused you’re sure he would’ve laughed because of all the things you were, threatening was probably one of the last things on that list - probably not on the list at all.

“The women… all of them that come and talk to you… none of them takes me seriously when I’m sat next to you and that’s why they flirt with you right in front of me,” you sighed with a squeeze of his biceps, avoiding his eyes and missing the way they soften.

You don’t have time to react before you were smushed against his hard chest, his arms around you in a tight embrace. You inhale the musky scent of his cologne, the scent calming you instantly.

“You should’ve told me it bothered you, honey. I never would’ve talked to them if I knew you felt like that,” he said with a sweet smile that you couldn’t see, you could only feel his lips against your forehead as he spoke.

“It’s not what you do that bothers me, you’re just being nice… it’s them. They’re so persistent just because they’re prettier than me -“

“Hey! Don’t say that,” Jake pulls your face from his chest, his eyebrows scrunched together again with a frown, “they’re not. You know you’re the prettiest girl in the world to me.”

You sigh, smoothing out the crease again out of instinct, “I know, but they don’t think that.”

“Honey, I don’t care what they think, it’s what I think that matters and I happen to think you’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen,” he spoke matter-of-factly, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

You chuckled lightly, trying but failing to hide the heat that crept up your neck.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you have a crush on me, lieutenant Seresin,” you grinned, eyes crinkling with the pinch he left on your cheek.

Jake smirked, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in typical teasing Seresin manner, his breath fanned across your lips as he spoke, “oh I have much more than just a crush on you, baby.”

His muscles flexed underneath your hands as they glided up to hold him around his neck. He was bent down to be right in your face and you knew that if he were to straighten up you would be dangling from him; if he was uncomfortable in the way he was bent he didn’t let it on, instead he brushed your lips with his so achingly slow you couldn’t help the needy whine of his name that slipped from your pouting lips.

“Just kiss me already, Jake,” you whined like an impatient child, almost stomping your foot on the ground for added effect, but decided against it.

Jake only smirked, moving his hand up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place for him, “you wanna say that again, you little brat?”

You swallowed the stone-sized lump in your throat, trying to close the minimal gap between your lips, but Jake kept you in place with his strong hand.

“Please, kiss me… I love you,” you whispered, adding the last part to seal the deal because you knew Jake could never resist you when you played your sweet loving wife card.

Which is why you didn’t have time to even take a breath before Jake’s lips were on yours, trapping you firmly against his truck with his firm body. He moved skillfully against you, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission; your lips parted instantly, allowing him entrance to slip his tongue in and tangle with yours. Your breaths mingled and your noses bumped one another. The kiss was bruising, to say the least, and his grip on you even more. His muscles moved under your touch, your hands sliding from his biceps to glide up his chest, finding their final destination tangled in his soft blond hair; your fingers scratched at his scalp and tugged on his locks electing soft grunts of satisfaction to fall from his parted lips.

One of Jake’s many talents was definitely kissing because somehow, no matter how many times you two made out, it always made tingles and goosebumps rise along your entire body. It was like being bathed in warm honey, his kisses sweet and always desperate for you. His hands explored you entirely like if he wasn’t holding you as close as possible you would vanish from him.

“You two haven’t left yet?”

Your kiss broke with a startled gasp as you peered over Jake’s shoulder to see a very amused Rooster and Phoenix, both with raised brows and sly grins. Your face felt like it was on fire especially with Jake’s hand cupping your face, thumb rubbing the soft skin slowly.

He didn’t turn fully, only looking over his shoulder to answer, “we were just about to.”

Phoenix hummed, “sure.”

“I was just helping my girl into her seat,” Jake smiled, sending you a quick wink.

Rooster barked out a laugh, “were you gonna stuff her through the door?”

Jake huffed, “I was just trying to be a gentleman… kissing my lady before helping her… not something you’re familiar with, huh, Bradshaw?”

“Dude, it looked like you were inhaling her… or crushing her,” Phoenix scoffed with a chuckle.

“Okay, not that I’m not enjoying this conversation because I really am… we really should leave now,” you spoke, burying your face in Jake’s shoulder.

“Alright, we’ll leave you to it… later lover birds,” Rooster saluted, turning with Phoenix back towards the bar.

You let out a laugh feeling Jake huff against the top of your head, “that guy.”

“Alright, lover boy, let’s go home.”

Jake looked down at you with a sheepish smile, “just a moment, sweetheart and then I’m good to go.”

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” you reached up cupping his cheeks, looking him over with wide eyes.

Jake let out a small chuckle, “I’m fine, honey… it’s just difficult driving when my pants feel a little tight.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down, and sure enough, his pants did look a little tighter, “oh… I thought your phone was poking me.”

Jake laughed loudly hugging you tightly, “my sweet girl.”

“What?? That was a completely valid thing to think,” you argued, wiggling in Jake’s grasp, but to no avail.

He hummed, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You’re the only one for me, ever. You know that right?” he spoke against the top of your head.

“I know,” you smiled against his chest, burying yourself further against him, “and you’re the only one for me.”

“Damn right I am,” he exclaimed, making you laugh.

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SO SOFT, SO WHOLESOME

What would I give to spend time in a library with Jonathan Byers?

Lena, you never fail to astound me with your fics. You truly are a talent.

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the little things | jonathan byers.

“you don’t care it’s just the library in town?” jonathan asked twiddling his thumbs.

“nope!” you assured him, tying the laces to your shoes.

“but you go all the time,” jonathan reminded you, worrying too much about the simplicity of your date.

“not with you i don’t,” you reminded him, “and there’s still a bunch of books i haven’t read in there.”

jonathan tapped his foot against the floor in worry as he waited for you to tie your other shoe and slip your coat on. playing with the keys in his hand until he reached the car, he stuck them in the ignition and sped out of his driveway a little carelessly, but his head was somewhere else. he wondered during the drive if you were really satisfied with such a minimal effort date, but then remembered how happy you seemed to be surrounded by books barely touched by the other inhabitants of hawkins.

“hurry up!” you squealed as he pulled into a parking space outside, “i want to get one of the good seats at the back.”

your excitement only encouraged him, reassured him that he was enough as he was. jonathan hurried after you, opening the door to the library for you and watched you skip past the front desk as if this was home. but it was, in a way—a second home. the librarian barely gave the two of you a second glance, only smiled to herself as she continued her paperwork. traipsing after your quick speed, jonathan found you with already two books in your hand, engrossed in the titles on the shelves in the fiction section, and he offered to hold them for you.

for a while, he was mesmerised by your concentration, by your quiet breathing and little gasps when you found a title that piqued your interest. he hadn't expected to wander off somewhere and leave you to carry your own books, not that you really noticed, but something managed to catch his eye just down the way—a sign that read 'photography'.

he let his curiosity take hold and tiptoed down the aisle where he found a small, tucked away section he had never noticed before. while it was only little, there was plenty there to keep him occupied and satisfied for weeks.

"thought i lost you."

jonathan looked up from page seventeen of his non-fiction book with a sheepish grin, "sorry, i didn't realise they had a photography section," he shook the book in his hand.

"neither did i," you examined the book, "well, bring it with us to our table—i’m all done!"

making a mental note of the paragraph he had left off at, jonathan followed you to your favourite table at the back of the library near the window they always left open for ventilation and sat down opposite you, reading the names of your pile of books.

"looks like you've got some good ones," jonathan smiled, knowing that you knew he had no idea what he was talking about.

you liked his approval nonetheless.

"yeah," you grinned, "i wanna hear all about your cool photography facts, though," you added sincerely.

"sure," he whispered, looking between you and his open book in front of him, trying to suppress the urge to leap over the table and sink his lips into yours—he loved you so much. "you're pretty," was all he could say.

"oh, stop," you giggled, holding out your hand across the table.

jonathan took it, and began to read after you put your head down, gliding the pad of his thumb over your inner wrist.

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Astrid, I am so terribly behind on your fics but I adored The Sandman and I am THRILLED that you’re writing for Dream.

This was soft, fluffy and hit everything in the right places. A dream of a fic for Dream (my poor attempt at humour!)

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Hi Love

Can you do a blurb or imagine where Dream comforts the reader during the very particular time of the month. Period pain is the worst 😔

Thank you!!!!

Period pain really is the worst. I hope this will help a bit! Thank you for sending it in! <3

“What do you need? Warmth? Cold? Food?”

“A quick death,” you groaned and pulled the blanket even higher.

Dream chuckled and normally, that sound alone would cheer you up but not today. Not when your uterus decided to tear you apart from the inside. He sat down at the side of the bed, mattress dipping slightly at his weight. “That, I won’t allow.”

You huffed and turned around. No position felt good or at least a little bit relieving. You couldn’t even think about his question. Did you need warmth? Cold? Something sweet? You didn’t know, right now you just needed the pain to stop.

“I’ve heard of mortal women who like to exercise during this time. It helps them with the pain.”

You lifted your head slightly. “You too wish for a quick death, Morpheus?”

He smiled again. “Bad idea, I apologize.”

When you sank back into the pillow, he followed you. Laying beside you he waited for you to choose a position. You curled up next to him, hands intertwined. “I know what I need,” you suddenly then said.

“Tell me, my love.”

“Sleep. The kind where you don’t dream and just … rest. But I can’t sleep when it hurts like this. Can you …?” You looked up at him.

“Yes. For you, always,” he whispered. Then he shifted slightly and softly pressed his lips to your forehead. “Rest now, my love. Follow my voice and I promise no dream, no nightmare will chase after you tonight …”

And you did as he said – you followed his voice into a deep, dark sleep, forgetting the pain at least for a few hours.

Thank you for reading! <3

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE

heyo! i just recently got back to tumblr, and while i was setting up this sideblog, i thought about doing this, so here we go.

back in 2020, @beccaanne814 hosted the “366 day reblog challenge” (all the credit to this idea goes out to her) to incentive readers to interact more with authors. the lack of reblogs/feedback in this community has been a problem for years now, and this is why i wanted to do something similar to what becca came up with.

TO TAKE PART IN THIS CHALLENGE, YOU MUST:

– send me a message to let me know you will be joining so i can keep track of all the participants.

– reblog this post to spread the word.

– reblog the fics you read and enjoyed from september 1st to december 31st.

– give the authors any sort of feedback. it doesn’t matter if you want to write a detailed review, a five word sentence or even just a random keyboard smash. the important thing here is let them know that you appreciate their work.

– create a masterlist of the stories you read during this period and tag it appropriately so others will be able find your recommendations.

– use the tag #stardust reblog challenge.

ALL FANDOMS ARE WELCOME!

OPTIONAL ACTIVITY:

– play this bingo where each square has a trope in it. you will read fics to fulfill the trope and cross it off the list. like normal bingo, you win once you complete a full row, column or diagonal line, or by completing every single square for a full house.

i don’t know what kind of response i should expect this to have, but i really hope it will be something readers will take interest in. have fun!

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Oh Gina, you never fail to make me fall in love with every character. Whether it’s Ben Barnes or Charlie Weasley, by the end of your fics, I’m officially in love with them.

If you haven’t read this yet, you are seriously missing out!! 5 star description with a swoon worthy Charlie Weasley.

Dragon's prey [Charlie Weasley x Reader] - Requested

Title: Dragon's prey Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader Word count: 3.1k Published: 19 August 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warnings: Mention of blood, burn marks, injury, nightmares but otherwise fluffy o.O xD Summary: Spending time without you is pure hell for Charlie, so he tries to keep himself occupied, though his efforts seem fruitless. As he receives your newest letter and finds out you'd entered the Triwizard tournament and been selected as one of the champions, he loses it. Notes: I kept the reader gender neutral instead of a female character. Request: [x] Prompt sent in by @fandomscombine for my celebration event.

"Charlie Weasley x female reader. where it's her last year so she decide to join the Triwizard Tournament. During the 1st task, she gets the dragon egg but suffered burns/injuries. All the while Charlie was secretly backstage watching her complete the task while being worried sick yet proud of her...." [rest in the ask]

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Charlie hated that he couldn't see you until your Christmas break, but you had to go back to finish your last year in Hogwarts and he knew after you graduated, he'd have all the time in the world to spend with you. He worked hard, trying to distract himself whilst only being able to exchange a couple of letters a week with you. He prepared himself for 4 months of utter hell without the soft kisses you liked to press to his forehead, your wandering hands curiously running through his ginger locks, your soft body curled against his, basking in each other's warmth. Even the thought of spending one more minute without you was hell and he often found himself daydreaming about you. But all those thoughts seemed to vanish from his mind when he received your last letter. His heart halted for a mere moment as he attempted to read the lines, his trembling hands complicating the simple task.

Your handwriting was disorganised and rushed; the parchment filled with spots of dried teardrops. All his muscles tensed at the sight of the short letter you'd sent. He couldn't believe his own eyes as he processed what you'd done. He knew at times you were reckless but throwing your name in the Goblet of fire had to be the stupidest thing you'd ever done. His lips quivered as he reread the letter over and over and over again, hoping it was part of a horrible prank and maybe— just maybe there was an indication that it wasn't real. But he couldn't miss the messy handwriting, he couldn't ignore the dried spots of what he knew without a doubt to be teardrops and most of all, he knew you enough to realise you'd never joke about such things. Not when you knew he'd lose his mind.

From that moment, Charlie's mind filled with thoughts that he wished to never think of. He couldn't pay attention to the dragons in his care, he couldn't focus on the meetings and discussions and couldn't get himself to see anything but you. He didn't care that flying in daylight was not permitted nor did he care about the Ministry punishing him for it. He took his broom and flew across countries high in the sky, after spending days in miserable despair waiting for a reply to his scolding letter. But your answer never came. His worst nightmares replayed in his mind as though they were stuck in a broken muggle film projector. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see your mangled body lying in a pool of your blood, his favourite pair of eyes clouded in a thin mist without a hint of light to break through.

As soon as he arrived at Hogsmeade— after 3 days of flying and stopping in crumbling, old motels— he rushed up the hills leading to the castle, separated by a large gate made of metal. He knew he wasn't supposed to be there and so did Professor Flitwick who looked at him as if he had accidentally grown another head since his arrival.

"Mr. Weasley?" He asked with a confused frown across his brows, securely standing behind the metal bars that separated him from Charlie. "What is your business here today?" He asked, slightly tilting his head.

"I need to go in," Charlie replied, his words rushed and impatient. The Professor studied him, inclining his head from one side to the other as if it helped him through whatever thoughts occupied his mind. "I need to get in," he repeated, this time using a more intimidating tone. Clearly, the professor didn't like the way he had been talked to and as a result, crossed his arms in front of his chest, his expression turning cold.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," he shook his head, utter calmness sitting across his face, studying the younger boy with a sceptical look.

"You better find a way then," he hissed through gritted teeth, slowly losing his patience. He was always calm and collected, but he couldn't access any thoughts in his memory other than your bloodied up body that his imagination so carefully crafted.

"Excuse me?" Flitwick's high-pitched tone showed just how awfully Charlie had rattled him and for a moment it seemed he was ready to curse his ex-student.

"Filius," the deep voice that came from behind a tree immediately caught Charlie's attention. For a mere second, he felt remorse for the way he talked before, but as quickly as it came, it disappeared. He needed to see you and not even the headmaster could stand in his way. "I might know why young Mr. Weasley would like to enter the school grounds," his words seemed slow and calculated, igniting another rush of impatience in Charlie.

"Professor, I—," He was ready to plead his case and beg if he needed to, but Dumbledore lifted a hand, immediately forcing him to quiet down.

"Filius, if you could please open the gate," He instructed the other professor, who was ready to argue, words ready to roll off the tip of his tongue, but a stern look from the headmaster stopped him from letting them lose. With a silent curse Charlie couldn't quite catch, he opened the gate.

"Thank you, professor," Charlie nodded towards the headmaster, his tone filled with relief. He was about to rush to you, trying to find wherever you'd been hiding, when Dumbledore spoke up once again.

"I assumed you'd arrive with your colleagues," he arched a questioning brow, but a hidden, knowing look lurked behind those wise eyes.

"I— I wasn't—," he breathed with a heavy frown spreading across his brows. His mind roamed through hundreds of memories in a matter of seconds before his eyes widened. He could just about recall a hazy memory, the transportation of four of their dragons across the continent, but he didn't quite pay attention to the location or the reason behind it. His mind wandered over the letter you'd sent him, imagining scenarios he wished to never see. A harsh curse left his lungs as he realised you were about to meet head on with the dragons he cared so deeply about. He felt his chest tighten at the thought, the image of your brutally destroyed body flashing in his mind once again, guilt flooding through him.

"The first task has already started," Dumbledore said, indicating for him to get his sorry ass wherever he was pointing at, before his heart was about to stop right then and there. Charlie didn't dispute, nor did he thank the headmaster. He ran as fast as lightning, or so he wished, but it still felt like his body was barely jogging across the grounds of the school. He followed the loud, cheerful sounds coming from across the field and hurried his steps.

When Charlie found the arena, his heart jumped to his throat, almost suffocating him. You were squatting behind a rather large stone, ducking each time the dragon spat fire at you. She was playing with you, taunting you and she knew exactly what she was doing. Charlie knew the dangerously intelligent dragon. Bloodthirsty purple eyes, vicious tail decorated in spikes crafted like lethal arrows, thin membrane of skin stretching between too-wide, pitch-black wings, sharp talons shining in the dim afternoon light. Charlie felt his blood freeze, his legs going numb as he watched you struggling against the attacks. A Hebridean Black, ready to play the last game of her victim's life. She wasn't worried about her eggs' protection. Oh no! She was a confident, somewhat arrogant dragon who Charlie had always struggled to get close to. She enjoyed the game, playing with her prey before growing bored and brutally ending their lethal act with the snap of her muscled jaws around her victim's neck with a horrifying crunching sound.

As Charlie finally found the will to move, he ran towards the tent across the spectator seating and like wind, slipped through the thin material hiding away the inside. Harry's eyes widened as he caught sight of the older boy, but remained quiet as Charlie placed his index finger on his lips. With a simple nod he turned away and created a diversion inside the tent, drawing the other contestants' attention away from Charlie whilst he sneaked around the edge of the tent and hid behind a curtain with a perfect view to the outside.

His body trembled as he saw burn marks across your arm and shoulder. A gaping whole revealing the injured skin as the material soaked up the blood escaping your wound. His breath shuddered, but a certain pride rose in his chest as you turned just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your face, a feral smile spreading across your lips as though you were winning against that giant, 30 feet tall dragon towering over you. He didn't understand how you were still on your feet, attacking the wild beast with such advanced spells even he'd never heard of. He couldn't process how you could feel so confident against hundreds of pounds of pure death, but you were still standing with that fearsome grin across your face as you sent a spell against the dragon, and it froze. Her body stopped moving, wings tightly shut behind her, jaw open wide, ready to attack, but she couldn't. Not when she froze like a statue. You quickly jumped across the stones and pulled out the golden egg you have been desperately fighting for, lifting it in the air with a triumphant smirk.

Charlie couldn't process what happened after that. His senses only seemed to return as you stepped inside the tent with an assertive atmosphere surrounding you, earning you a nod from each competitor you'd been fighting against. Harry patted your shoulder with some encouragement thrown your way, but the smile quickly disappeared from your face as he accidentally touched your burned flash causing you to wince. As though that was all Charlie needed, he unrevealed himself from behind the curtain, earning himself numerous pairs of confused looks and gasps before you finally turned towards him as well. Your eyes grew wide in surprise, but you didn't have much time to greet him and hug him or even let a word slip from your tongue. He cupped your cheeks with the speed of a lion and pressed his lips against yours. Air stuck in your lungs at the feel of his desperate need for touch. Your heart thundered heavily under your ribcage, blood coursing through your veins like hot lava, burning you from the inside as you whispered his name on his lips and kissed him back.

"Charlie," you whimpered his name, pleading, unknown to what and why exactly.

"I'm here, love, I'm here," he nodded and without a glance at others, he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the tent. You were so entranced by his presence, the warmth filling your chest, the worry sitting across his face and the tense arm he held around you with a beast's protectiveness emitting from him, you didn't even realise when you arrived at your dormitory.

He led you up the stairs, still not a word exchanged between the two of you. Charlie wanted to scream how much he had missed you and wanted to hold you in his arms, but each time he caught sight of your injury, his heart skipped a heavy beat.

"Charlie," you called his name, your tone desperate for him, his touches, his kisses, the whole of him.

"Let's get you cleaned up and we will talk, love," he nodded, his eyes filled with worry, his hands shaking as he helped you get out of your clothes and placed the hard-won egg and your wand beside the bed. You wanted to talk, say something, but you could feel him trembling beside you so you didn't push it. He wasn't ready to talk just yet.

As soon as you were ready and walked out of the bathroom, wearing your pajamas consisting of a pair of shorts and a tank top, he patted the bed beside him and waited for you to take place. With the gentlest fingers he'd ever touched you, he smeared some healing salve across the lengthy burn mark across your skin, gritting his teeth each time you winced in pain.

Your eyes followed each and every movement he made, but mostly forgot your eyes on the little frown that almost permanently took over the space between his brows, the little crinkles seated beside his ever so concentrating pair of eyes and soft, plump lips he seemed to bite each time he brushed the cream against your skin.

"I love you," the words escaped you without hesitation as you watched the love of your life tend to you as though you were ready to break any second. He lifted his head, meeting your intense gaze, before you pressed your lips against his, feeling like a mere touch of his could heal you completely. His hands moved to your cheeks, tilting your head for better access, letting himself enjoy the warmth he so desperately needed from you. But his guilt once again overpowered him and he couldn't keep quite any longer.

"I'm so sorry," he breathed against your lips, eyes still closed as he pressed his brows against yours. "I could have warned you, I could have trained you," he repeated, each word holding more and more guilt, a never ending self-deprecation.

"What are you talking about?" You watched as he shook his head, gritting his teeth.

"If I had just paid attention, I would have known about the task and could have warned you," he hissed, anger building up deep inside him.

"Charlie," his name left your lips in a soft whisper. "Charlie, look at me," you placed a hand on his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes, but he shook his head. He couldn't look at you. Not when he felt so guilty, so useless. Not when you stood in front of him, blood dripping from your arm. "I'm begging you, love, look at me," you tried once again, and it seemed to work. His eyes finally opened and met your gaze. "You couldn't have told me about it. It would have been against the rules. But even if you found a way, you couldn't possibly predict which dragon I'd choose, nor could you train me in such a short amount of time," his seemed to lighten, but his body still felt tense under your touch.

"I could have found a way," his voice trembled as his gaze dropped from yours to the ground.

"No, you couldn't," you shook your head as you pulled back and lifted his head. "And I wouldn't have let you. I was foolish enough to throw my name in the Goblet of fire, but I'll do this competition to the best of my abilities. I accept any and all help, but I don't want to win or place second, third or fourth, knowing I didn't do it with all I've got," your words seemed to lighten him up as his shoulders finally sagged. "I'm here, I'm okay and you are here with me," you pressed a soft kiss against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I don't need anything right now, only you and you are here. So, what do you say we stop moping over what happened and instead we hold each other? I kind of missed you," you said with a cheeky grin spreading across your face. Although Charlie tried to stay serious, he couldn't stop the half-laugh half-scoff escaping his lips as you playfully wiggled your brows.

"I won't let you go. Not even for a second," he replied with somewhat of a relief in his tone, making you feel just a tad lighter in your skin.

"I think I like the sound of that," you chuckled as you held your wand towards the door, locking it with a simple spell. "Anything particular in mind?" You arched a questioning brow, anticipating a night tangled up in each other's body under your heavy duvet.

"Yes, sleep! Don't you think for a second that I forgot you're injured," he huffed with half seriousness, though he was fighting hard against the smile that attempted to spread across his lips.

"You're officially the worst boyfriend ever," you grimaced with an annoyed huff as you pulled your arms back from his neck and folded them in front of your chest, sulking and pouting like a child.

"And I thought I could stay here tomorrow too. I guess I was wrong," he shrugged his shoulders as he met your wide eyes.

"Do you mean it? Will you stay here tomorrow?" You asked, grabbing his arm, and wrapping yours around his, looking up at him with a hopeful glint in your eyes.

"I planned to, but since I'm the worst boyfriend ever, I wouldn't want to bother you," he played his part well and he knew you wouldn't believe a word he said, but you replied anyway.

"No, no, I have no idea where you heard that from. You're the best boyfriend ever," you grinned at him as though you were ready to devour him as your personal dessert. A loud chuckle left his lungs as he pulled you onto your bed, avoiding your injured arm and wrapped you in his embrace.

"I missed you so much," he said with a soft smile as you looked up at him and he pressed a light kiss on your forehead.

"I missed you more," you whispered as you locked your fingers with his and let your interlocked hands rest on his chest. "Thank you for coming," sleep was taking over you faster than you had anticipated, but you struggled against it with the heart of a warrior. "I know it might sound silly, but it didn't feel right that you weren't there," your voice was barely louder than a whisper, your eyes already shut tight as you fought against the darkness. Though you were slowly stepping into dreamland, you could still hear his hushed reply.

"Because it wasn't. You complete me the same way I complete you and I wouldn't have it any other way," he spoke with his deep, silky voice, earning a tiny, but satisfied smile from you. "Now sleep, love. We will have all of tomorrow for ourselves," after a last weightless kiss on the top of your head, you let the heavy slumber take you over, squeezing Charlie's hand in the process, making sure he was still there with you.

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I truly loved this!! Every part of this was adorable, I felt so warm when reading it, particularly the ending!! 💞✨

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regulus black x reader

—author’s note: this was requested by @lyaseille the prompt was "33. an unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it"

—warning(s): none, gender neutral!reader (pronouns aren’t used).

—word count: 389

You smiled taking in Regulus’ face in the moonlight. The two of you had sneaked into what you called “your spot”. It was a huge hollow tree surrounded by rocks comfortable enough to sit on. Regulus had been going on and on about his argument with Heran, the divination professor who always managed to get on his nerves. He never got into trouble, but with them— it was always a different story.

“— and then they go, ‘Mr. Black of course there are limitless possibilities when you use a time turner, but the future is still fixed and can be predicted’ and I just wanted to go back in time and punch is fucking face and then see whether I would still get the same detention he assumed.”

Stifling your laughter was proving to be more difficult by the minute you wondered how much time it would take Regulus to notice your current predicament. You couldn’t even hide it, he looked even more charming like that somehow— hair falling apart, eyes bright and face quickly changing expressions. It was a wonder people never saw what you did. Maybe because he never let anyone in enough, see every bit of him— each piece more beautiful than the previous.

He was still going on, you flustered in your seat not knowing how much time you spent staring at him. Putting on an annoyed expression, you nodded along. You knew Regulus would see right through it but he was too engrossed onto his vent to do so.

When he finally took a breath and looked at you, you couldn’t help how your lips turned upwards. A twig fell on his face and you reached out to remove it. Regulus hand cupped your face and you felt his lips on yours. After a moment of surprise, you moved them in what you hoped was the same fervor. He pulled back with a giddy look on his face, licking his lips.

“I just— you—”

You waited patiently, an amused expression on your features. Regulus wasn’t always spontaneous. Watching him come up with an ‘explanation’ for the kiss was funny.

“You looked beautiful,” he hushed at last. You grinned, placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“So did you,” you whispered in his ear, reveling in the fluster he tried hard to hide.

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A Twist On Tradition | p.p

peter parker x reader

requested by @iamninaanna from my blurb celebration. i hope u enjoy <3

warnings; none

word count; 400+

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“And then, Clarice looked behind her, terrified of what might be waiting for her in the shadows. So she lit her lantern as quickly as she could, still listening to the distant mumbles and scuttle from behind the doorway. And suddenly, BAM!” you shrieked, clutching Peter’s arms as you shouted it.

Peter screamed, probably waking up Ned and MJ in the other tent rooms, but not being able to stop himself even if he had wanted to. “What the hell?!” he cried, holding his chest as it heaved.

“Sorry,” you laughed, “The opportunity was just too good.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, before tackling you to the ground, his hands roaming across your body, tickling you in quick minded revenge.

Your laughter stopped only for a moment, to cry out, before falling back into fits of laughter from his touch. He was relentless in his revenge, and you couldn’t quiet your laughter even for your sleeping friends. Your laugh was infectious, and soon Peter was joining in, losing the battle to your flailing arms and legs.

“Okay,” he conceded, “We’re even.”

“You have to admit it was funny though,” you prompted, catching your breath as you nudged him with your shoulder.

“Maybe tomorrow morning, I’ll change my mind.”

You smiled, throwing yourself on him with your arms open wide, before wrapping them around him, forcing him back down. Peter held you flush against him, as you lifted your head up to look at him. That sugar sweet grin adorned his face and melted your heart like it was effortless. He kissed your nose and then your cheeks, whispering pretty little compliments in between. To hide your blushes, you buried your face in his neck, and began to whisper gently.

“But behind the door was an unexpected surprise. Clarice tiptoed to the entrance, steadied her hand as she clasped the doorknob, and twisted, only to be met with the love of her life, returning home earlier than she had expected,” you finished the story, kissing his neck.

“That’s not much of a ghost story,” Peter replied.

“Well I changed my mind. I like the ending better that way.”

Peter tightened his arms around your waist and pressed his head against yours, breathing you in, taking the night in so that he’d never forget it. He couldn’t bear to forget the happiest days of his life, for then he might settle for less. But he knew, as long as he had you to challenge him and love him, staying by his side as long as you both needed it, then he’d never dare to let the memory slip away. He hoped you would need him as long as he would need you. And as you lifted your arm to play with his hair while resting across his chest, he sighed contently, living in the only moment that mattered.

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Fandom: Shadow and Bone / Six Of Crows

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD

Words: 1k

A/N: written for a lovely anon, hope you like it!

Summary: Inej and Jesper have a bet on Kaz's feelings

“Stop staring at them".

Kaz scowled. “I wasn't staring, Jesper".

“Yes you were.” Jesper replied, arms folded across his chest in a slight challenge, with an amused smirk on his face. “What is your problem with them anyway? We all like them, even if you don’t.”

Kaz had been the one to find you and offer you a place in the Dregs. You were a Grisha with a complicated past, one which you hadn’t divulged. Actually, there was a lot he, and everyone, didn’t know about you. It was not his place to push you into giving up your secrets; he had respected the haunted look on your face when he had first seen you in that grimy alley. Whatever past you were running from, he knew it was big enough for you to be hiding out in The Barrel, scraping a meagre living. The haunted look you had was likely a mirror of his own, but you hadn’t learnt to hide it yet as he had.

You had seemed grateful when he first offered you a place with the Dregs. His makeshift family. But since then he had watched you interact with everyone, come out of your shell, and fall into an easy routine with everyone. Except him. You barely spoke to him, always going quiet when he was near, you hardly ever looked at him, eyes skimming over him as quickly as possible. Kaz had not grown to be the man he was now by being a shrinking violet, oh no. He took pride in the fact that he had fought every day to be where he was now, not to rely on anyone but himself, not to need anyone else but himself. But somehow the fact that you had forged alliances, even friendships, with his family, but not him... it got under his skin. More than he cared to admit. He knew it was wrong to think that way. It went against every instinct he had taught himself over the years.

“I don’t have a problem with them. They are a good member of this gang. Useful. Resourceful.” Kaz replied, scowl deepening as he glanced at Jesper to show his displeasure at being questioned.

“You clearly do, boss.” Jesper just wouldn’t leave it alone. It was a definite flaw in Jesper’s personality in Kaz’s opinion.

“Shut up, Jesper”, Kaz said as he went to limp away.

At that moment, you also made to move away from Inej. Kaz had to stop himself abruptly before he bumped into you. “Careful!” He hissed at you. It was a harsh sound, an instinctive reaction, one that he regretted immediately when he saw the effect it had on you.

“S-sorry boss.” You stammered out, intimidated by his tone of voice. “I didn’t know you were there.”

His face softened ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly but you noticed it. “No harm done, Y/N.” The truth was he liked you, even if he didn’t speak to you often, or have much at all to do with you for that matter. You were a good addition to the Dregs and he liked to have you around on jobs. You were a heartrender and could easily make guards or witnesses sleep when necessary. But more so than that, he liked your personality. He heard the way you spoke and acted to everyone else and he admired how you had found your place in the Dregs so quickly, easily slipping into a routine and camaraderie. You and Jesper laughed with each other. You and Inej admired knives and trained together. You got on with everyone else so easily as well. Except him. He knew it was his general demeanour that put you off, always keeping everyone at arms length, but it frustrated him nonetheless. He was at war with himself. His aversion to connection and his mistrust of people was equally matched with his desire to get to know you. He was captivated by you but he didn’t know how to show it.

You turned away, a contemplative look on your face. Usually Kaz was so... distant. He always kept to himself, always quiet, always watching, figuring out his next move as if life was a game of chess.  But the way he allowed his face to show a flicker of emotion, the regret at his tone just then... it disconcerted you as if he had allowed you to see a glimpse of himself under the mask. It was a calculated move, that was for sure, allowing you to see his emotions albeit briefly. But why would he do that now, after so many months of knowing you? Part of the reason you hadn’t talked to him much since joining the Dregs was because you had believed he didn’t want to know you, or anyone really. Sure, he interacted with the rest of the Crows a little, but that was because he had known them longer, wasn’t it? Perhaps enough time had passed that you could read him better, or maybe he was finally accepting you into the fold. You allowed a small smile to grace your lips at the thought. The other reason you didn’t talk to him much was because you found him so handsome.

Jesper and Inej had been watching the two of you. At first they thought Kaz might have murdered you for entering his personal space. Both had been ready to step in if necessary. But instead they had seen a display that was unexpected. Kaz had been nice to you. Well, as nice as he could be at least. Inej and Jesper had seen the emotions cross both your faces. Inej had seen the way Kaz looked at you, of course she had. Nothing got past The Wraith. And Jesper was no fool, he had been trying to get Kaz to admit he liked you earlier, as everyone suspected but was too scared to openly ask. Kaz would surely break someone’s bones for the insolence.

“One kruge says he likes them.” Inej said.

“Oh, come on. Don’t play me, Inej. You know I'm a gambling man.” Jesper fired back, huffing slightly. He added with a playful smirk. “Five kruge.”

“Done.” Inej replied.

“The deal is the deal.” Jesper finished.

“The deal is the deal.” Inej affirmed.

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hope in the jar | k.b.

Six of Crows - Kaz Brekker x Reader, slight fluff, slight angst requested

tw: gunshot wound, medical stitches, mention of gun violence,  mentions of blood, slightly ooc kaz because have you tried to write him softly?

word count: 1.4k

prompt: “I don’t trust anyone… but you’re not just anyone.”

A/N: 1) this doesn’t seem to take place at any given point in canon but i want wylan and matthias to be there, sue me, and 2) do i know that there is no greek mythology is the grishaverse? yes. does that stop me from mentioning pandora’s box? no.

summary: Kaz Brekker is far from just being anyone. And maybe, so are you.

“You’re quiet.” Wylan bumped your shoulder, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

There was a particular kind of calm that descended after a shootout. When pistols stopped smoking and adrenaline had left the bloodstream, the cool weight of evening fell back on your shoulders and managed to settle differently. For Jesper, it meant more jokes than usual. For Inej, more prayer. For Nina, it meant more grumbling, and for Matthias, more smiles. You weren’t always sure what it meant for you, but tonight, it meant pensivity.

The walk back to the Slat was victorious. The streets of Ketterdam were empty and unusually quiet, thanks to Wylan’s affinity toward bombs and blowing half of the cobblestones right off the street. The tranquility wasn’t typical, but somehow, it was comforting. Perhaps even invigorating. How often did Ketterdam fall silent? Especially for canal rats like you?

Maybe if you still had a slow trickle of adrenaline, you would have commemorated the moment - maybe by getting waffles? But it was late, and after taking a bullet to the side after getting a little too close to the enemy, the only thing you wanted was to wash all of the grime off of your face and fall asleep. Maybe you’d celebrate after a good night’s rest - Saints providing that such a thing existed in the Barrel.

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Cake || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: you and your boyfriend bucky barnes head down to the wilson residence for a barbecue. sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant

a/n: gif credit- @davidsfincher ; i will never get over this scene. reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2.7k

warnings: pure fluff based on episode six, mentions of pregnancy

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“I say we get the vanilla one.”

Standing besides you in the supermarket aisle with his arms crossed, your boyfriend turned to look at you with disgust written all over his face.

“Vanilla?” Bucky said, shaking his head. “Are you kidding, Y/n? All kids like chocolate.”

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Title: Needed Rest

Pairing: Geralt x fem!Reader

Rating: G

Summary: Geralt comes to one place he knows he can rest. 

A little Geralt fluff for @t-virus0. Happy Birthday! ♥

OF ALL THE people who show up at your door in the dead of night, Geralt of Rivia is both the one you expect to see and always the least expected. He looks worse for wear, but you don’t see any blood —his own or another poor creature’s— on him or his clothes, or any pesky bards in need of assistance either. It’s just him, looking as though he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and is close to collapsing under the pressure. “Geralt?” You rub the sleep from your eyes, stepping from the doorway to motion him inside. 

Geralt loosens the baldric holding his steel sword to his back, propping it against the low table sitting next to the door holding a collection of satchels and vials —requests and orders waiting for collection or delivery. The evidence of his exhaustion is apparent in his heavy sigh as he stops before the hearth, nigh falling to his knees. You’ve never seen Geralt quite like this in all the years you’ve known him. It makes your heart ache. Sitting next to him, you brush your fingertips over his cheek, gently bringing his weary gaze to you. “What’s wrong?” You ask, watching the dark shadows dance across his face. 

“Can’t sleep,” he mutters, feeling weak with the admission. Even so, Witchers still needed sleep like anyone else, and Geralt has been unable to rest for more than a week. Insomnia isn’t uncommon for him, but any other time after a restless night, he can sleep soundly the next, but not this time. You stoke the embers in the hearth back to flame, adding an extra log to the fire to keep it going through the rest of the night.

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This is the fluffiest, happiest, sweetest headcanon I’ve ever read. I adore it.

Thank you so much for writing it! There’s no-one I know who could have written it better than you!

Hey! I heard you were wanting headcanon requests. I’m here to help! (If I can).

Could I request a Hermione Granger headcanon and simply holding hands, just some soft fluff?

Please don’t feel pressured! Feel free to delete/ignore if you don’t want to write.

- @iliveiloveiwrite

millie ily fkfkfk of course i’m not going to ignore this. tysm for the request <33

HOLDING HANDS WITH HERMIONE ;

i get the sense hermione isn’t the most outwardly affectionate person in the world (?)

so when she is, it’s like ‘omg savour the moment’

often times you’d be the one to make the first move for holding hands

walking to Hogsmeade, taking strolls through Hogwarts, walking to class, sitting in the common room — you’d always be reaching for her hand

and like one would expect, it would be soft and delicate — sometimes littered with little bumps on her fingers from how furiously she writes and studies

but it’s her hand and you love nothing more than to hold it and feel her fingers intertwine with yours

sometimes, when you’re lying next to each other in bed, or completely alone, she’d bring your clasped hands up to her mouth and kiss yours gently

and when she’s reading, sometimes she’d absentmindedly draw little circles against your palm

or rub her thumb across your knuckles

and then one day, you’d wake up in bed and wonder how long it would take for Hermione to be the one to reach out

you’d grin, almost laugh, thinking of potentially how many days it might take for her to do it

you’d get out of bed and get ready, meeting Hermione downstairs — she’d always be up early

she’d smile at you and stand up, ready to go down to eat breakfast with you, but this time you wouldn’t reach for her hand

you’d walk to the Great Hall, side by side, but not touching...at all.

You’d continue all day, through until dinner, refusing to reach for her hand as you walked around Hogwarts, sat together on the bench in the courtyard

and even in the common room as she read the afternoon away.

nothing.

it’d be hard, and you’d almost crumble once or twice, but you’d hold firm, insisting that she should have to be the one to break it

it wouldn’t be until the evening, after dinner, when you’d finally get to hold her hand again

thank Merlin for that

Hermione would propose an evening walk under the stars — which wasn’t so unusual

when you reach the courtyard, headed for the bridge, Hermione would reach out her hand and brush it lightly against yours

almost a question, really.

she’d blush when you look at her, a little surprised, but smiling it away

“don’t act so shocked, i missed it, okay?”

“i just thought it would take longer than that”

“oh, i figured out what you were doing by lunch time. But i’ll admit, i didn’t think i’d be first to crack”

you’d grin, roll your eyes and bump her with your shoulder, elated she enjoyed the feeling of your hand in hers and much as you enjoyed her hand in yours

you’d sigh, ‘oh ‘mione. I do so adore you”

She’d giggle so beautifully you wouldn’t be able to help giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek under the moon and starlight

what a beautiful soul she was

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I would have gotten a first in my undergrad degree if I had professor!Tom offering kisses for questions answered.

Ugh, I love this so much.

one question, one kiss.

↳ summary: tom gives you an incentive to complete your work.

pairing: professor!tom | fem!reader

warnings: none, just fluff!

a/n: a lil prof!tom blurb for ya’ll!

“y/n, darling, you’ve got this, come on,” tom coed, rubbing your back in a soothing manner as you ran your hand through your hair for the millionth time, small pieces of hair askew.

“i can’t anymore, tom, it’s so hard,” you muttered in defeat, pushing away the various pens and study material scattered around you.

“lovey, i know,” he began. “grading papers is hard too, so very hard, but i have to do it, just like you have to finish this math quizlet.” he said, trying to provide some solace.

“it’s so hard! i just can’t anymore,” you whined, turning to look at him. tom’s features softened upon noticing the dark circles beneath your tired, droopy eyes.

“oh, darling.” he cupped your cheeks and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, at which, the corners of your lips upturned into a smile.

“i don’t wanna do this, tommy.” you said, pulling away from his touch and wrapping your arms around his frame instead. tom sighed, thinking of ways to get you to finish your work because he knew that even if you were whining about not wanting to do your work now, you’d regret it later. tom’s face lit up, as a bulb switched on in his head.

“baby, how about this,” he started, grabbing your attention, as you looked at him attentively. “for every question you do successfully, i’ll give you a kiss, hm?” a slight smirk made its way on tom’s lips at your raised brows.

“i’m down,” you replied, as tom smiled in triumph.

“let’s get to it then,” tom pointed to your quizlet as you quickly picked up your pen and started solving a problem, eager to get your kisses.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

after a few minutes, you threw your pen down. “i’m done!” you chirped.

“good girl.” tom smiled.

“now gimme my kiss, please,” you giggled, as tom’s stomach filled with butterflies at the sound.

“gladly.” tom leaned close, pressing his lips on yours, placing a small kiss on your lips. you flashed him a giddy smile, which he reciprocated with a smile of his own – the one you adored so much.

“now get back to work, baby.” tom chuckled as you pouted but got back to solving the problems, nonetheless.

so, for the next few hours, you were showered in kisses upon completing a question, leaving both of you happy. you, elated, because of having completed your work and having tom’s lips pressed against yours every minute, and tom over the moon, getting to kiss his girl over and over again.

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Gosh, I love this so much. I don’t tend to read RPF but I would read your shopping list tbh, Gina.

The ANGST - WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS WITH THE ANGST? WHY DO I NEVER READ THE WARNINGS?

It’s great. I love it. My heart was RIPPED out of my chest and stomped on by your incredible talent with words and I am so glad you did.

The way they solve their problems maturely without any need to jump into bed together. The way they TALK IT OUT.

Ugh, a dream.

Ben Barnes is a dream of a man. 17+ years older than me but we don’t need to discuss that right now.

I’ve said this from the moment our friendship started, you have this incomparable talent of bringing together this angst - setting me up for the worst and then bringing me back down in a way where I simply melt into a puddle of fluff.

Now, Ben Barnes - are you single? 🤨

Coming home to you [Ben Barnes x Reader]

Title: Coming home to you Pairing: Ben Barnes x Female!Reader Word count: 3.3k Published: 22 February, 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Food, Angst Notes: I would like to thank @alyssamalfoy​ for recommending me Taylor Swift’s song Come back, be here. When I was stuck with the story and started listening to it, it helped me through the writers block and pushed me to finish the fic as the song has the same vibe as the story. Thank you so much! Summary: For the first time your argument with Ben escalates beyond repair, or so you think. The tiny ball of hope he left you with doesn’t let you move on and when you accidentally run into him, you feel like hitting rockbottom again.

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Ben has always been a kind person. He never raised his voice, never made you feel like you were worth less, never tried to tell you what to do. Your relationship was based on mutual trust, love and respect.

However, things got heated over your last argument. It was a subject that has come up many times before. Usually, you gave in with a sweet smile, cuddling up to him, because your arguments were never big, but that certain fight just got out of hand and before you could have brought up a good argument against his actions, Ben was out the door with a bag full of clothes in his hand.

You didn’t mean for the situation to escalate, nor did he, but it happened. It was the first time in two years that you have ended an argument in bad terms, worst terms to be precise. You regretted raising your voice and choosing the words you did, but it was too late to take them back now.

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Ohh Sophie! This is just entirely adorable and I have loved every word. You have a gift for writing, I hope you know that.

Finding A Light // Part Two

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: A simple afternoon in Hogsmeade leads to the start of a tradition.

Warnings: fluff, mild angst

Part one

Ron found himself struggling to keep his focus on his portion of teaching throughout the week, and it was beginning to become apparent that his mind was elsewhere.

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